As soon as Urag left Eiravyne's room, she barely had a moment to herself before the maids arrived, bustling in with a nervous eagerness that bordered on frenzy.
Each one seemed intent on tending to her every need—from arranging a lavish breakfast to preparing her bath and selecting an array of fresh clothes.
They flitted about, exchanging glances of caution, and their every movement was careful and precise.
From their guarded expressions, she could tell that Urag's orders had been firm, likely leaving them little room for error.
It was clear he had been strict with them, ensuring that Eiravyne's comfort was their utmost priority.
She found herself almost overwhelmed by the attention but knew it stemmed from Urag's protective nature, making it hard to resist the maids' well-intentioned fussing.
