The magic that Maeve weaved this time was of a gargantuan scale. She had to cast the spell around the whole palace and a spell that only stopped Emma from leaving the grounds. Suddenly she remembered what if Emma had left. Then she won't be able to come back.
The anxiety coupled with the pain she got was excruciating. She screamed loudly in pain as several places in her skin ruptured. Blood flowed out of her mouth and nose. Veins ruptured on her hands and belly and thighs. With tremendous pain, she succumbed to the floor, her body convulsing.
Yul watched her with indifference. She gazed at him, almost begging him with her eyes to help her, but Yul turned and went out of the door. Her maid rushed in and so did the guards. "C— call the healer now," Maeve said in a mousy voice, her lips quivering.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!