“Zala?” Blaize softly shook her. His heart was pounding hard and fast, clutching her to himself on his knees with wide horrified eyes. He knew she was always stubborn, but it had gotten worse with time. He held her with a hand on her waist, gently taping her cheeks to get her to wake up.
His heart was throbbing painfully in his chest. He could not feel the sweat that trickled down his forehead, his sole focus on the princess who had abruptly fainted. He heard from Anne that Zala had lost consciousness and barely woke up after two days.
Did she not feel sympathetic for the people who cared for her to push herself this hard?
Blaize glanced everywhere, thinking of how to get her out of there without people noticing.
“What’s happening?” Orpheus questioned with his brows creased, his eyes
