Mirelah;
"How long do you think it would take her wounds to heal?" I hear a maid whisper, and I groan.
I hear two soft gasps, and when my eyes open, I see two of my handmaidens.
"My lady." They both chorus, and I hold my head as I sit up. I'm in my bedroom. It's…
"What time is it?" I question, and they bow.
"It's midmorning, My lady. Almost time for breakfast." One of them replies, and I look out of my window at the bright sky.
For some reason, I feel… refreshed. I look down at my palms as I remember the tortures of yesterday, and to my awe, there are no blisters on my palms. Just red streaks that are highly do injustice to the horrid burns I got yesterday.
I quickly pull off the duvet and raise my dress to stare at my knees, and to my shock, there are no wounds there.
"What?"
"My lady, is everything okay?" One of my handmaiden's questions, and I look up at them.
How do I explain to them that I can't find the horrid wound I acquired just the day before… Or…
