"Think about His Highness," Xenia continued gently, kneeling in front of her friend.
"He would never want to see you like this, and you know it. He loved you, and he would want you to take care of yourself and the baby."
Reina's expression wavered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
Xenia squeezed her hand tighter, hoping her words would reach through the fog of sorrow.
"Please, my lady. For him. For your child. You have to find the strength to keep going."
Xenia brought a small tray of food to Reina, hoping the familiar scents might stir her. She gently placed it on the table beside her and took a seat, her eyes filled with worry.
"Please, My Lady just a few bites," she urged, her voice soft yet pleading.
Reina remained motionless, her eyes staring into the distance, unfocused and empty.
She did not even glance at the food. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.
