章節 167: Some Events are Unmissable

Air. She needed air and she couldn't get enough of it.

The painful retching stopped her from filling her lungs.

There were also too many people around her, crowding her. Beside her, looming over her. Even peering at her from over the high table. She could hear their exclamations and feel their stares.

Celia wanted to scream at them all to stand back and give her some room to just breathe. And to stop gaping at her like she was the evening's entertainment.

Even though for all intents and purposes, she probably was. Even more entertaining to watch than the acrobats.

She heard some shuffling and murmuring behind her and the next moment, someone was crouched in front of her. Celia lifted her watery eyes and found herself looking into the face of the Moraigthian ambassador, Lord Van der Voreen. The old man's face was tight with concern, pale hazel eyes quivering.

"Breathe, my lady. Just breathe. You're not alone." he whispered soothingly.