The air was thick with the soothing aroma of freshly prepared soup, a comforting blend of herbs and spices that seemed to promise warmth and relaxation.
Xenia, a devoted and patient maid, moved quietly, her soft footsteps barely audible against the ancient wooden floorboards.She approached her with a tray in hand, upon which rested a steaming bowl of soup.
"I prepared warm soup. You should have it before going to bed, My Lady. It would help you relax," Xenia said, her voice filled with genuine concern.Reina, sat by the window, staring out into the darkness of the night. Her elegant figure was silhouetted against the faint moonlight, her posture a blend of grace and weariness.
She didn't acknowledge Xenia's presence immediately, her mind seemingly lost in a distant world.
"My Lady…" Xenia called again, hoping to reach through the fog of Reina's thoughts.
Reina turned slowly, her eyes meeting Xenia's with a distant, almost vacant look.
