The Trial of Jack

The pain of the loss of my partner made me faint, and when I awoke from my weakness I found myself in a familiar bed. Pillows made of swan feathers still smell of Leon. It's a taste that belongs to us. Lola was on her knees by the bed, her head bowed, her mouth chanting. When she finally stopped praying and looked up, we looked at each other, and Lola cried first. "Oh, Miss Emily! You've finally woken up!" "I want to drink water, can you pour me a glass of water?" My throat was parched, and I felt a tingling sensation with every word I spoke. "Of course, I'll go pour water now!" Lola rose hastily, her hands trembling slightly as she handed me the glass of water. "The King of Lyon ordered that if you wake up, send someone to inform him immediately!" Lola said, "Please forgive me for needing to leave for a while now!" " "Lola!" I reached out and grabbed her, "Leon! No, it was the king. Did the king say anything else to you about me?" I wonder if Leon has informed the others that we have