She felt cold and dizzy, but also sweaty.
“What is happening?” she rasped, swallowing hard.
She winced at the pain in her throat. Moving her head from side to side, she tried to determine what had happened to her.
“Jane? Cecily? Are you here?”
She could not understand why her vision was so blurry. A shadow fell over her, and a very warm hand came to rest on her forehead.
“My Lady?” Betsy’s voice sounded alarmed. “You are burning up!”
Lilliana coughed weakly. “Am I sick?”
Betsy hmphed. “Well, of course you are, cavorting around in the rain like you did yesterday. What were you thinking?”
Lilliana smiled at the scolding. “I… was not… cavorting.” She tried to clear her throat because her voice was hoarse, but it hurt too much.
“Oh no? Well, you are certainly sick.”
“Just go to the healer’s quarters and get?—”
Betsy rushed out of the room before she could finish.
Lilliana simply closed her eyes, trusting that Betsy would know what to get and find a way to help her.
Kayden was awakened by Betsy’s anxious voice in the corridor and left his rooms immediately to find out what the matter was.
“She feels so hot, woozy, and her throat is all sore. I do not know what to do,” she was telling Moira.
Moira nodded. “Daenae worry. We have herbs for that in the healer’s quarters. I believe she picked them with Old Fergus last week, and they should be ready.”
“Moira?” Kayden called.
His housekeeper turned to look at him. “Aye, Me Laird?”
“What is wrong?”
“Her Ladyship is unwell, Me Laird. I am on me way to her now,” Moira said.
Kayden nodded. “Aye, let me ken if ye need anything.”
Moira nodded before opening the door to Lilliana’s chambers and then closing it behind her.
Kayden found his feet propelling him forward until he was standing outside the door, arms crossed. He wanted to open the door and go inside, but he knew he would not be welcome.
“What is this anxious feeling?” he muttered to himself as he lifted a hand to rub his chest.
“I believe they call it worry.”
He turned to find Jacob leaning against the wall next to him. He stared at his cousin with wide, startled eyes. “Where did ye come from?”
“I was coming to see if ye wished to spar this morning.” Jacob grinned. “I thought it would exhaust the nervous energy that hadbeen building up since yesterday. I heard the maid and Moira talking.”
Kayden nodded. “Aye, well, it seems Lilliana is ill.”
“Mmm.” Jacob nodded. “Perhaps it has something to do with both of ye getting drenched in the gardens yesterday.”
Kayden narrowed his eyes at his cousin. “How do ye ken that?”
