Amaris felt like she was floating in a fog, drifting between the edges of consciousness. Then, a soft, worried voice began to pierce through the haze.
"...Amaris... Amaris... please, wake up... the king..."
The voice trembled with urgency, and even in her unconscious state, Amaris' mind began to spin, grasping at the words. The mention of the king sent a jolt of fear through her. The king? Did he do something to Rosalind?
A sudden surge of adrenaline pushed her from the depths of her slumber. Her eyelids fluttered, her breath quickened as panic seized her heart. She forced herself awake, gasping as her eyes snapped open, searching wildly for Rosalind.
"Rosalind? Where is she? What has he done?" Amaris mumbled, her voice hoarse as she tried to sit up, her vision still blurred from the l
