Lady Vivienne sat in her bedroom, surrounded by luxury and comfort. She sipped her tea, savoring it's warmth, and allowed herself to relax as skilled hands worked their magic, massaging away the tensions of the day. Vivienne relished these moments of respite, away from the political intrigues and power struggles that she craved for her life.
Just as she began to drift into a state of blissful tranquility, a sharp knock echoed through the room, breaking the spell. Irritation flashed across Vivienne's face as she glanced towards the door. "Enter," she called out with a hint of annoyance.
The door creaked open, revealing her handmaiden, Elena, standing before her with a sheepish look. But what caught Vivienne's attention were the visible injuries adorning Elena's face and body. Frustration flashed in her face as she quickly set her tea aside and rose from her seat. "Elena, what happened to you? Why all the injuries?" she asked, not sympathetic or worried.
