It was a day gone after Lorcan's death, Reina was still the same, leaving Xenia concerned and worried for her and the child.
Xenia entered the dimly lit room with a soft knock, her heart heavy with concern.
Reina sat by the window, gazing out at the stormy sky, her hand gently resting on her belly.
The rain tapped against the glass, a melancholic symphony that matched the sorrow etched on Reina's face.
"My Lady" Xenia began, her voice barely above a whisper,
"You need to eat something. For the sake of the child you carry." She approached cautiously, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.
Reina did not turn, her eyes still lost in the turbulent world outside.
"I can't, Xenia," she murmured, her voice breaking.
"I just can't."
Xenia took a deep breath before she spoke, trying to steady her voice. "Reina, I know you're hurting, but you have to eat something," she pleaded softly.
