You are allowed

Inside the Duke's mansion, a room was quiet, the only sound the rhythmic crash of waves against the distant shore. 

Aeliana sat by her bed, her slender form draped in her usual heavy robe. She leaned back against the cushioned headboard, her breathing even as she stared blankly at the ceiling. 

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in her chest, like a claw tearing through her lungs. Her eyes widened as she clutched at her throat, gasping for air. Before she could cry out, a wet, metallic taste filled her mouth. 

"Burghk-!" 

A violent cough wracked her body, and when she pulled her hand away, it was stained crimson. 

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at the blood on her palm, her vision blurring. Panic seized her as she doubled over, trembling.