[TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DISTURBING AND GRAPHIC CONTENT. READ WITH CAUTION.]
Silence was the absence of sound, but for Naylani, this silence was the loudest, most deafening, and sharpest. It was overwhelming and earsplitting. Although a single gulp was enough to ease her hearing, the heavy air and her growing awareness of every small sound lingered.
"Madam?"
Naylani blinked and flinched, her gaze flickering to the helper working in the kitchen. The servant tilted her head slightly, looking at her madam standing by the entrance.
"Are you hungry, madam?" the maid asked with a simple smile, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached. When she stood in front of Naylani, she studied her. "I'm still preparing the food, but I can make you something quick."
"..." Naylani pursed her lips, taking a large gulp as she forced a smile. "I'm… I'm fine."
"Are you sure, madam? I can make you something."
