Queen Gabriella was genuinely beginning to lose her mind.
The moon garden had become her prison for the past hour as she paced back and forth like a woman preparing to commit treason against her own body. The herbal tea the royal physician had prepared for her sat abandoned on the stone table beside her, half empty and entirely useless.
Her entire body felt unbearably hot, restless, sensitive in the most infuriating way possible. Every breeze against her skin only made things worse. She had already cursed the heavens, the gods, her ancestors and even the poor physician who brewed the tea.
"This is ridiculous," she groaned while gripping her own hair. "Absolutely ridiculous."
Her maid stood nearby pretending not to hear anything because honestly what else was the poor woman supposed to do? Royalty were terrifying enough already, now add hormones into the equation and suddenly everybody wanted to die peacefully before sunrise.
Just then footsteps approached the garden path.
