Antalya's POV

My eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar ceiling patterns and the smell of medicinal herbs. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I tried to move, and my throat felt like I'd swallowed broken glass.

"Oh, you're awake!" A cheerful voice made me turn my head. A young woman with auburn hair and kind eyes sat beside my bed. "I'm Sailor, your assigned maid. How are you feeling?"

"Like death," I croaked, then the memories came flooding back. The poison. The ...