I awoke with a pounding headache and a soul that felt like someone had dragged it through the sand. The ceiling of my room looked unfamiliar to me, and I lay on my bed, staring at it for the longest time.
"Oww," I mumbled, pressing a hand to my head asI sat up, swiveling my legs over the side. As the blankets fell off, I saw I was wearing a soft cotton nightdress that was a touch loose around my bust. One of R'lissea's?
I was hardly surprised, fingering the hem for just a moment before pushing myself to my feet. My clothing was locked in my spatial ring, much to my maids' displeasure. If they had what they wanted, they'd choose my wardrobe every day, but this way, I could at least choose the dress.
With a groan, I risked a small healing spell, but it failed midway through, disrupted by a sudden spike of fire in my soul. But it was a pain I could deal with, a pain I expected every time I woke up. Being free of it these last few months was a blessing, not an expectation.
