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*The next morning*

Amby woke feeling so sick. Her head spun with dizziness, and a feeling of nausea washed over her. She felt weak, almost as if her body had turned against her. Her limbs were heavy and weak and an ache throbbed behind her eyes. She tried to sit up, but the room turned against her, making her clutch her stomach.

She tried to stand on her feet but ended up falling back on the bed.

She wished she could cry for help but knowing that it's worthless and she has so much work to do gave her some strength. She held both sides of the bed, touched the wall, and stood on her feet.

She entered the bathroom and washed her fash and that did help a bit.

She slowly walked out of the room and picked up a broom to start sweeping the entire compound as that is among her morning scheduled.

She could barely see her front and her head felt like it would leave her neck anytime soon.

Two servants came to her.

"Hey you, get done with that and wash all the toilets." They ordered harshly.

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