Reina slowly opened the door, her hand trembling on the handle as she pushed it ajar.
The soft creak of the door seemed to echo loudly in the stillness of the room.
Xenia, who had been pacing near the window, turned sharply at the sound.
"M.. My lady?" Xenia's voice was filled with a mixture of worry and relief as she rushed towards Reina. But as soon as she saw the look on her face, the relief vanished, replaced entirely by concern. Reina's eyes were wide and unfocused, her face pale as if all the blood had drained from it. Her shoulders sagged, and it looked like every ounce of strength had been stripped from her body.
