I'm not still sick, I'm just worn out
Isabelle fell into a comfortable chair in her room with a little sigh. She closed her eyes briefly as the cool evening breeze drifted in through the window, carrying the scent of rain from outside.
She shifted to get comfortable and leaned back, tilting her head against the soft cushions lining the seat.
The sun hadn't yet set fully, but the light in the sky was growing dim, casting a soft glow across the landscape surrounding the castle.
The weather was pleasant tonight, and the air held a hint of spring in it, suggesting the winter months would soon be over.
After spending hours doing paperwork and meeting with nobility, Isabelle was more than happy to simply sit back and enjoy the tranquility.