The prince didn't offer her anything. Not any answers. No explanations. Just. An observation.
Of course, her face flushed. Even her ears were heating.
"It was only an hour."
He snorted at that. "If you wish to pretend you are healthy, begin by preventing such dramatic collapses." He rose to his feet, looking down at her from above like a giant looming shadow that might pounce any time.
As if he were waiting for her to wake before he struck, a predator eyeing wounded prey before delivering a final blow.
Her breathing felt a bit hard.
But he only walked to his desk to collect some papers.
Whatever that look was, it vanished from his face like a mirage, replaced with the usual indifference he wore when he wasn't angry. So quickly, even, she had to consider she imagined it in her sleep-drugged and sickness-addled mind. "I've brought you water."
"I." Her mouth opened and then clicked shut.
What.
What did she mean to say, anyway? She was confused. She was tired.
