The estate hummed with restless energy; servants rushed through the hallways, their hushed voices blending into a constant murmur. Some were genuinely worried for their master, while others feared for themselves and their employment. If something happened to Lucien, what would become of them? The estate belonged to him. Their lives depended on his rule.
Mira pushed open the door to Liora's room, stepping inside and closing it softly behind her.
"Madam," she called in a low voice, careful not to startle her.
Liora, who was still deep in sleep, curled on her side, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, and Mira hesitated. After last night, it felt cruel to wake her.
But she had no choice other than to wake her up, so she leaned closer and gently shook Liora's shoulder. "Madam, wake up."
