The soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room as Liliana lay on her bed, her sobs echoing in the quiet chamber. Her eyes, usually bright and lively, were now red and swollen from crying. Strands of her black hair clung to her tear-streaked cheeks, framing her face in a disheveled manner. With her nose red and eyes downcast, she buried her head into the softness of her pillow, seeking solace in its comforting embrace.
Liliana's elder personal maid Elena sat at the edge of the bed, her heart heavy with concern. She reached out a hand, gently patting Liliana's back in a soothing rhythm, hoping to offer some comfort. However, despite her efforts, the weight of Liliana's sorrow seemed insurmountable. No words, no gestures seemed to penetrate the depths of her despair.
