Kristina looked at Aldwin, a reflex born of the last several days of the old man being the final authority on Eris's health.
"It is too early for anything strenuous," Aldwin said, his tone patient but firm. "Your body has been under considerable strain. It needs, "
"I have had considerable rest," Eris cut through his protest. "While being unconscious for several days. I feel fine."
It was a lie, delivered with the absolute, unshakable conviction of a woman who had built an empire on lies.
In truth, she felt like a piece of parchment that had been soaked in water and then stretched until it was translucent. She felt terrible. But the capital was waiting, her people were bleeding, and she was getting up.
The door opened again. Aldric and Ryse had clearly been lingering close enough to hear the change in volume.
