She overate.
"Waugh!"
Isabelle was currently lying in bed.
With a tummy ache.
The wedding festival had gone well and she'd enjoyed it. She had spent a long day and night out with the commoners and the nobles alike, watching the various shows, listening to the various songs, and dancing.
And she ate everything in her way.
She ate so much.
She ate way too much, and it caught up to her in the worst way.
"I warned you."
Lyov's tone was exasperated, but not unkind, and his hands gentle on her back as she curled into a ball on her bed.
"Uuuugh."
She had eaten too much and was now suffering for her gluttony.
It wasn't the first time in her life she'd eaten too much, and it wouldn't be the last time either, but that didn't make it not awful to experience each time.
"I warned you." Lyov sighed. "You could have stopped at the fifth stand..."
She groaned. She didn't need the lecture.
"Rrrrgggg..."