The silence was suffocating.
Malvoria stood at the threshold, the tray of food balanced in her hands, her gray eyes locking onto the scene before her.
The tangled sheets, the warmth still lingering between two bodies that had clearly slept too close, and the steady rise and fall of Zera's breathing as she remained right beside Elysia.
Something inside Malvoria snapped.
The weight in her hands suddenly felt wrong, like an object she had no business carrying. The realization struck like a blade to the gut, sharp and unrelenting.
She didn't bring food to people. She didn't care whether someone had eaten or not. She had never once in her life concerned herself with something so mundane.
And yet—
She had come here. With a tray. To see her.
And now, standing in this doorway, taking in the sight of Elysia lying in bed with Zera—
It made her blood boil.
Her grip tightened.
Then—
The tray hit the floor with a crash.
