She woke with a sharp gasp and a pain in her side.
Hann rushed to her, as quickly as she could, placing a steadying hand against the Queen's shoulder. "Relax, Your Majesty, it's all right, everything is all right."
Rhiannon shook her head vigorously. She was shaking, her eyes blankly staring at the foot of her bed in shock. She swallowed heavily, twice, before she was able to speak. A lump solidified in her throat. "I...I need Gray."
Hann glanced at the guard by the door, who shrugged and shook his head. "Majesty, what—"
"Knight Conri. I need her. Now."
The old healer slipped away from Rhiannon's talon-like grip, brow furrowed in more than concern. "All right," she said tentatively, as though speaking to a frightened boar, "all right. I'll have her sent for, My Lady."
Content at this, the Queen slowly slid back onto the pillows, her hands wringing the edges of her sweat-stained sleeves.
The Knight had seen.
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Queen's Light
FantasyManaged by @liz_in_astris "I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since...
