Chapter 22: Hot and Cold

                                    

                                          
Roseanne's POV
My eyes snap open as the light hits my face, and a rustling noise comes from the side. I turn to my right, greeted by a smile and a cheerful voice. It is one of the maids, Jill, I think?
"Good morning, Your Highness. Do you get a good sleep?" 
Her head tilts to the side, and her smile's sparkling almost matches the sunlight's shine.
But back to her question, no. I haven't slept well since I accompanied Diana on her expedition. Strangely enough, my body got heated for no reason, no matter how much I tried to cool it down. 
I want to ask for help, yet Diana always seems absent. Absent that, I wonder sometimes where she is. Yet, most of the time, I would spend alone ignoring it. By myself, I mean sleep.
"Yes," I briefly answer.
Lies.
She nods while smiling, nodding at my words. 
"Is Lady Diana still buried in work?" 
Her apologetic smile already gives the answer away before her voice echoes in the chamber. 
"She hasn't come back from yesterday since the nearest village got flooded in no time—"
I tried to interject by asking another question, yet she sensed it immediately by cutting me off.
"But Her Grace already informed us that she is alright and will come here at least by midnight." Her words were a sense of calm radiating in my body for an unknown reason.
I nod again, offering a small smile at her. 
Today, I am going to do something more significant. Maybe, practising my swordsmanship or any kind of skills that I can? Ah, whatever.
Jill prepares for my bath, including the attire for the rest of the day. 
And here I am, sweating to keep my body fit. I have been trained harder than this, but the senses of my body getting weaker bug my mind. 
I haven't got enough mana for a royal body, yet sometimes I feel it flow so much like the night Diana found me. The next day, I woke up in bed; it felt like my body was hanging dry for so long, and the flow wasn't there anymore. I was inclined to ask the physician, yet they told me it was average. 
But is it normal to feel the sparks coming from your hand? Is it every day when I feel unstable on Eclipse among my siblings? Why I think there's something—
"Shit," I look down, watching the red liquid on the ground.
I hiss in pain as the blood oozes out from the hand. My hand shakes slightly, thinking I lost my grip on the sword until it bounces off and hits my hand.
I was thinking so hard that I lost the sense of what I was doing.
Reaching the blade and grasping it around my hand again, I call off the practice for the day.
It will take longer for the wound to heal since I used a blade forged by different 7 elemental dragons. At least the myth said. Even with royal blood or prominent families like mine, getting better from these nasty wounds would still take longer.
I tried to toughen up my pain by wrapping the wound with the clothes before walking to my chamber. Hearing the sound of the shoes clicking on the ground, I sigh internally.