Standing alone and keeping watch, a woman stood in full plate armour, looking more like an executioner than a maid. Bessie was tired, certainly, but that didn't prevent her from maintaining her focus. The infirmary itself was busy, but the area near this private room was calm. It let the maid relax a little.
Beneath her helm, little cow ears twitched as she heard the faint sounds of deep breathing. Both of her mistresses were peacefully asleep by this point and she couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her face. She had cared for Valentina since she was a child and always felt closer to an older sister to her if anything.
The archduchess was a tyrant ever since her youth, but for whatever reason always seemed kind towards her maid. It was like they had a shared appreciation and acceptance for each other that let them feel safe in the other's company. In all honesty, Bessie was likely more of a family than Valentina's own flesh and blood relatives.
