Martha's eyes widened momentarily, then she quickly composed herself. "Oh, just a kid," she replied curtly, not meeting Eiravyne's gaze.
Eiravyne frowned slightly, sensing Martha's evasion. "He seemed... familiar. Who is he?"
Martha busied herself with adjusting the sheets on Eiravyne's bed, pretending not to hear the question.
"It's been a long day, Lady Eiravyne. You should rest now," she said, her tone gentle but firm.
Eiravyne's curiosity deepened, but she decided not to press further for the moment. "Alright, Martha. Thank you."
With a final nod, Martha left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Eiravyne sat on her bed, her mind swirling with questions. Who was the boy, and why was Martha so secretive about him?
As she settled into bed, Eiravyne couldn't help but replay the brief encounter in her mind.
