(After Funeral, Night Time)
The darkness of the deep ocean night is suffocating. I sit alone on the edge of the bed in one of the grand palace guest rooms.
The walls of smooth coral offer no comfort, and the silence only amplifies the grief weighing heavily on my chest.
Lady Bestie is still with Queen Serelyth in her chambers, trying to piece back together what remains of the young queen's shattered soul.
Suddenly, wave of uneasiness washes over me.
My body grows incredibly heavy, as if the water pressure of the deep sea is suddenly pressing directly onto my bare skin.
I look down at my hands in the dim light; my veins are beginning to darken, becoming sharply visible through my pale skin.
Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
My heartbeat starts drumming with a deafening roar right inside my ears.
I gasp, holding my breath as my legs give out. I collapse heavily onto the floor, completely unable to move a muscle.
