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My hands pressed the cold linoleum tiles as I bent over the water closet, a wave of nausea crashing over me again and again. My stomach grumbled violently, and bile rose to my throat for the millionth time that morning. With a groan, the contents of my stomach got emptied into the bowl with a splash. As I was about to wipe my mouth, I felt another wave of nausea pass through me and I threw up again. "Are you sure you don't need me to get the royal doctor, Your majesty?" Pamela asked, her voice brooding in panic. "No," I shook my head. "I am fine, Pamela. Don't worry." "But..." "I said I am fine," I snapped, suddenly irritated. Nia hasn't said much either, but I could feel her getting weak as well. "Of course, your majesty. I will clean the room before you finish." I nodded again,
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