Right now, Nathalie was in her private chambers; the same room as she stayed when she had to recover.
She already took a warm bath; donning a towel wrapped like a bun on her hair and a beige bathrobe, she hummed as she was on her way out of the bathroom.
Soon after, her feet dragged with nothing in mind but the spacious bed that was rather alluring to her. For she forgot when was the last time she had this peculiar feeling for its coziness.
Earlier, both her mind and body got worn out, even worse, as the supplements and tonic dwindled their effect.
Plopping to the bed, arms sprawling, she stared at the wooden ceiling with small, vibrant fireflies hovering around the flower bulb.
"Do you intend to sleep like that, My Lady?"
Keith's voice echoed in her ears, which she peered to the left, seeing him drop a few of the packages to the table. He then rolled his shoulders several times before cracking his knuckles and neck from a tedious task.
