The two maids assigned to tend to Sorayah had finished their work and now stood in Dimitri's room, their gazes fixed on her. She was seated in a backed chair, dressed in a flowing blue gown with a delicate veil covering part of her face, a clear indication that she was no longer a mere servant.
One of the maids, a young woman with anxious eyes, hesitated before finally speaking, breaking the silent that had settled in the room for a while now.
"Please, my lady, you must eat something. His Highness, the Beta Lord, will be furious if he learns that you haven't touched your meal." Her voice carried a note of urgency as she gestured toward the silver tray laden with an assortment of food. "You also need to take the medicine the doctor prescribed."
Sorayah remained still, her face devoid of colours. Her throat felt tight, and the very thought of food irritated her. Yet she knew the maids were merely doing their duty.
