Seraphina lay back, her eyes fluttering closed as she attempted to regain her composure. Her thoughts swirled like a storm within her mind, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the physical exhaustion that weighed heavily on her.
Pillen quietly exited the room, leaving Seraphina in solitude. She appreciated the moments of silence, as they gave her a chance to gather her thoughts and steady her breathing. Despite the warmth of the blanket, a chill seemed to settle in her bones, making her shiver involuntarily.
The weight of her responsibilities as the Duchess pressed down on her, exacerbated by the secrets she kept even from Raven. She knew she had to be strong for the sake of their household, but the toll it was taking on her body and mind was undeniable.
