The Valeidio healing chamber was bathed in soft amber light from the enchanted sconces lining its stone walls.
There was an oppressive silence In the room except for the gentle rustling of curtains and the occasional crackle of a nearby hearth.
The air carried a faint hint of lavender and chamomile, yet even the soothing atmosphere couldn't lift the heavy weight that hung over the room.
Queen Morgana sat stiffly on a chair beside Queen Elena's bed, her deep burgundy gown pooling around her feet.
The intricate golden embroidery on the fabric shimmered faintly in the light, though its regal beauty was lost on her as she clutched a crumpled handkerchief in trembling hands. Her white, braided hair was adorned with delicate pearls, but strands had slipped loose, framing her tear-streaked face.
