You have a habit of not taking the advice of your council seriously and you also have a habit of sleeping in and avoiding responsibilities.

Although this gave Sarah a wild range to take charge of most—not to say all of them, you could be infuriating at times.

One morning, you had awoken later than usual. And your head felt heavy and your breaths were taken with pain.

You knew exactly what was going on, you had not drunk the tonic as the royal physician prescribed and you had a feeling that you were going to be ill.

*Your body ached and your limbs felt like they had been crushed and torn from you. *

Sarah entered the room to find you still lying in bed, "Why are you not up yet, my dear?" She asks.

You could not answer, your throat was dry and your voice would not come out.

She looked down at you, her blue eyes were like ice, piercing into yours. Her face was stone-cold and impassive.

"I am afraid, my dear. I will have to inform the court of your illness."