Xenia stepped cautiously into the dimly lit room, her heart pounding with a growing sense of dread. The shadows seemed to cling to every corner, and the only sound was the soft, muffled sobs that drew her gaze to the far side of the chamber. There, huddled on the floor, was Reina, her body trembling as she clutched her knee, her eyes wide and unseeing, staring into the darkness.
"My Lady?" Xenia's voice trembled with worry, her own breath catching in her throat. She took a tentative step forward, her mind racing with a thousand questions. She walked in with a lamp as she could see Reina
Reina's sobs grew louder, her shoulders shaking with the force of her grief.
Xenia hurried to her side, her hands hovering uncertainly before she gently placed them on Reina's shoulders, hoping to offer some comfort.
The sight of Reina in such despair tore at her heart.
"He came," Reina whispered, her voice barely audible, not looking at Xenia.
