Pricked
I had spent the rest of the day in bed, going in and out of nightmares and dreams. Eventually, I awoke to the sounds of Shen Li Gong's gates being opened.
Xiang had returned the following morning, immediately back on duty by the main hall. Having her there made me feel less bad about being useless.
My body still ached with every step, and I found myself shrinking away from my fellow staff members when they got close.
The Azaleas were gorgeous - Prince Zheng was right. I hadn't seen them despite sweeping the leaves around the trees away, too distracted in my own thoughts.
But the flower petals were so smooth, and the morning dew that dripped from them sparkled as the sun rose in the sky.
I had to write Secretary Han a letter. We had not exchanged anything since the news of Grandmother being unwell. I had to tell him...
I stared at the Azaleas, squatting and hugging my knees as I watched the flowers sway gently with the breeze.
I had to tell him that...
That I had failed?