"Oh my goodness! My lady, your hand is bleeding!" Rania exclaimed, her voice cutting through the conversation and demanding immediate attention.
Meredith turned towards her personal maid, her eyes widening in surprise. She glanced down at her hand, where a visible scratch marred her wrist, blood oozing from the wound.
"Oh no! Blood! Blood!"
A sense of panic washed over the noble lady's face, draining the colour from her cheeks. She teetered precariously, her body threatening to succumb to unconsciousness at the distressing sight.
Anna and Rania quickly held her arms, instinctively supporting her to prevent any further harm.
"I believe it would be best for you to sit down," the princess suggested, scanning their surroundings for a suitable spot.
Her gaze landed on a bench thoughtfully placed at the walkway's edge, beckoning them to seek solace.
"Let's sit over there," she suggested, subtly nodding towards the bench.
