Eleanore had a headache from the moment she woke up. It wasn't because of the disturbance from that bastard of Grand duke, but because of that damn notification.
Her head was so heavy in the morning that Eleanore decided to fall asleep again but no matter how much she slept it was not enough. Her head continued to throb, even that pink grass tea was not helping her now.
"Here." Marina passes a small bowl filled with something black. It looked so filthy that Eleanore guessed its taste to be just as nasty as it looks.
She had every urge to throw it away, but the headache was killing her and she needed something, to get rest from this unstoppable pain. She pinched her nose to shut it up and quickly gulped in the medicine in one go.
"Wow!" She heard a familiar voice appreciating her skills in drinking that nasty thing.
"Why are you here?" She looks away. "Can't you get it; I don't want to see you. Your—"
