Recovery (1)

The night deepened.

Ezra and Harriet were lying beside each other on the wide mattress on the floor, surrounded by their fast-asleep friends.

Harriet took this moment to finally ask her about something that was bothering her for months. "There is something I want to ask you, Your Highness."

"What is it?" Ezra yawned, staring at the ceiling to force herself to sleep.

"Do you feel something weird these couple of months? Something weird with His Highness, maybe?"

Ezra looked at her with a puzzled expression. The others were all asleep except for the two of them and a gentle cold breeze blew through the room.

"I don't understand what you mean," she said slowly. "His Highness has been acting normal as always. Except..."

The blue-haired woman said while touching her necklace.

"Except that he suddenly..." the woman's face slowly reddened. "Made a move..."