Tristan rose abruptly from his seat and hastened after Eveloria, with Maria and Reginald close behind.
They discovered her seated by the stairs, her breaths coming in rapid, uneven intervals, one hand clutching her chest.
Tristan knelt beside her, his expression filled with concern. He gently took hold of her trembling hands and gazed earnestly into her eyes. "Lady Milena, are you well?" he inquired, his voice brimming with worry.
Eveloria fought to steady her breathing, determined to conceal her affliction. 'Sir Tristan can't find out,' she thought, her resolve unwavering, 'I don't want him to know.'
