Mirelah;
I smile weakly at Queen Velnara, and she returns my smile as she cradles my cheek in one of her hands. Ignoring Veylira, who's sitting on a stool a little distance from the bed.
Sword drawn, and eyes fixed on Queen Velnara's every move.
"How are you feeling, child?" She asks me softly as she strokes my face, and I hold her hand with my good one. I take it to my lips and plant a warm kiss in her palm.
"Now that you're here, I know I'd feel better," I whisper, and her smile grows.
She gently pulls her hand away from me and takes a step away from the bed.
"This will hurt." She whispers as she pulls out a dagger from a pocket I never expected her slender dress to have, and Veylira immediately shoots to her feet.
"What are you doing!?" She demands, and Queen Velnara turns to her with a face that doesn't show anger or any emotion. Just the usual, perfect aura of calmness.
