VALORIA WILDEROSE
One moment there's a funnel stuck down my throat with all the girls pouring drinks in as they chant, and the next I'm waking up in my room—my old room in the palace—with a raging headache late in the night.
I have no recollection of how I got here or how the night ended, but I assume one of them brought me here. Possibly Calliope, with the way I'm tucked into the sheets like a prisoner strapped in.
It's a struggle to get out of it, especially while my head hurts and I'm still dizzy from being intoxicated.
In almost ten minutes I'm finally free from my confines, sitting upright on the bed, suddenly hit with a wave of thirst I wasn't conscious of until now.
My eyes fall on a jar of water and a cup, next to a note that says "drink me."
I find myself smiling again and grateful for my newfound friends.
It's a strange feeling, being cared for. One I'm still getting used to.
