092: Royal Coin

Ophelia woke up that morning feeling feverish. She couldn't recall when she last fell sick because she rarely ever got sick. She felt so exhausted that she found it difficult to even get out of bed, so she just stayed there with the heavy sheet covers covering her whole but. The window was a tad open, causing cold to seep into the room, but she left it like that. She felt hot and cold at the same time, was drenched in her own sweat, and still had goosebumps in her pores.

And then the urge to vomit came up, but it was already too late for her to even rise up.

She emptied all the content in her stomach on the floor, making the air reek strongly of undigested food.

"My lady, I need to tell you something," Arthur was already opening the door and walking into the room, "Jesus," he uttered upon seeing vomit on the floor.

"My lady!" He dashed toward her side, looking scared, "are you alright?"

"I don't feel so good," Ophelia mumbled with her eyes half closed and a concerned-looking Arthur put