"How are you, Miss Elle?" Archer asks, looking sadly at me.
"I am not feeling well, Dr. Archer," I say, leaning my head back. For two days I felt very tired and nausea accompanied me constantly.
The food that is brought to me daily by the king's servants seems fine, and Dr. Archer assured me that the king had no intention of poisoning me. He just wants to get rid of Athena for a few hours and implement his plan, and then he wants me to be as healthy as possible. He has nothing to do with me being sick.
Dr. Archer approaches and puts his hand on my forehead. He checks my throat, my lymph nodes, he takes my pulse and then he feels my abdomen and I feel those butterflies in my stomach again.
Dr. Archer looks at me and smiles.
" I'll give you something for nausea. Rest, okay?. Is Athena d
