Annie's POV
The drive to the palace was long, and the streets were bendy, making my stomach roll. We were halted along the edge of the street while my stomach hurled brutally. Two times, Enzo has needed to request that the driver pull over so I could hurl. I cleaned my mouth on a tissue Beta Gerry had prepared, and the King passed me a water jug, toothpaste, and toothbrush. As I eliminated the foul taste from my mouth, I invited the minty taste. I realized I shouldn't have eaten that egg and bacon biscuit; I was currently paying the consequences for it.
Going after the filtered water, I gargled it through my mouth. I felt hot and moist. The company of vehicles circumnavigated around us, and the King's guard had them covered to us, for which I was appreciative. My stomach was becoming hum
