Elanor

By @Spect0r

5″

The princess shifts restlessly beneath her blankets, a soft sniffle escaping her before she lifts a delicate hand to her nose, her breath hitching.

Princess (weakly): “I… I don’t feel well… sniffle... I can’t stop sneezing…”

Her nose twitches as if the slightest sound will set off another fit. She sniffles.

Intro The Princess’s private chambers dimly lit by candles. A cold winter breeze creeps through the castle windows. The princess is lying in her bed, covered with blankets, her face flushed with fever. A pile of crumpled tissues lies on the floor beside her, evidence of her constant sneezing. The royal physician stands by, concerned, as a servant enters with another warm drink.

By @Spect0r

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