cptflint
Anastasia gasped, her blood boiling from the poison. She had to stop him, if he went back he'd be ambushed, that's what they wanted from the start. 'They wanted him dead so they could replace him and get to closer to me... I have to warm him before he gets... in over his head' she thought. She used every last ounce of her strength and hauled herself out of bed. She crashed to the floor, gasping as her body failed her. He heart beat began to rise and she stood up, walking around dazed, "I... have to... to... have... stop him" she mumbled weakly. The squire saw Anastasia and nearly fell, "m... my lady you can't be up, your seriously ill!" he said, trying to restrain her. She shook her head, "it's a trap... I have to stop him... before its too late" she pleaded. She took another step forward and blackness swallowed her as she fainted to the ground. The squire screeched and quickly threw the amulet at the wall. He then tried to help Anastasia get back into bed.