Quentin stared at Latrice as if he had seen a ghost.
Confused, he propped his elbow on the floor and looked around his chancery. When his eyes landed on her, Latrice was squatting in the same spot. She had this same innocent look on her face, but her eyes slowly looked cunning.
"What's going on?" he muttered, touching his neck on instinct.
"You fainted, Your Highness," she said innocently.
Fainted?
Quentin furrowed his brows as doubt and confusion tangled in his heartbeat. Did he really faint? He looked at her incredulously, only to see her tilt her head to the side.
"I did?" he asked, and she nodded. "Then why am I still here?"
Latrice blinked slowly and said, "Because I do not want the word to get out."