Xenia and Lyra sat in the dimly lit room, their faces drawn with worry and exhaustion. The rain tapped gently against the window, a soft, mournful rhythm that matched the heaviness in their hearts. They watched Reina's still form on the bed, her face pale and peaceful in unconsciousness, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside them.
looked down at Reina's unconscious face, her features serene in sleep, oblivious to the world of pain awaiting her.
The room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of her breathing, each rise and fall of her chest a stark reminder of the life that had once been within her, now gone.
Xenia brushed a strand of hair from Reina's forehead, her touch gentle and tender.
"She has been through so much already," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
"Losing His Highness nearly broke her. And now... this."
Lyra's eyes were filled with pity as she gazed at her .
