"My lady... My beautiful, courageous lady,"
Soft sobs continued as Baroness Frieda gently applied ointment to Adela's hands. It was the Baroness who instilled a passion for herbal medicine in Adela's heart, and the scent of the Aloe Vera and Chamomile blend she used to soothe her skin as a child was deeply nostalgic.
The ointment brought relief to the bruises, and Frieda's tender, maternal touch brought company to Adela's lonely heart.
How long will I remain trapped within myself like this? Adela wondered, struggling to open her eyelids or move her lips to offer words of comfort to her lady-in-waiting. She vividly recalled feeling this drained after being in Aldric's carriage, but at that time, she had actually slept, awakening with no memory gaps.
The last thing she remembered was Egon drawing the curtains in the carriage... But what happened during the journey back to her father's estate?
