A moan escaped Lilith's lips as she massaged her temples, peeling her heavy eyelids open. It took considerable effort to keep them from closing again—every bone in her body ached as though she had been trampled by furious horses. She had never experienced a headache this intense before; it was a clear reminder never to touch wine again.
After what felt like an eternity, she managed to lift her upper body off the bed. Her bleary eyes scanned the room and found that she was back in her own chamber, still dressed in her ball dress. She had no memory of how she got there—her last recollection was of the prince dragging her from the balcony, telling her they should retire for the night.
Everything else was a blur. She vaguely remembered joining Kathryn and her friends at the ball and having some conversations, but beyond that, nothing.
