The sound of rustling fabric along with discreet voices filled the quiet bedroom. The nurses talked as quietly as possible while they folded the old bedsheets, afraid of waking the beautiful woman, lost in endless slumber, on the wide neat bed. However, they didn't know if Lady Maxiel would ever regain consciousness at all.
Her long lashes cast shadows on her smooth pale cheeks. Brown locks spread on the white silken pillows. The noble lady of the Fraunces Nobility appeared as though she was only sleeping, despite being stuck in endless unconsciousness ever since she was unsealed.
Whenever the two servants glanced at the woman's serene yet pale countenance and her captivating features, they could not help but sigh.
Lord Moulin's beauty truly takes after her.
