Lyla lounged lazily on a chaise, her dark curls cascading over her silk robe. She has been feeling weird and weak lately, and she doesn't want to bother Thomas, as he has been very busy lately.
Thomas had left for a meeting, and the room was quiet—until the soft knock at the door stirred her.
“My lady,” one of her maids said, stepping in with a slight curtsy, her voice laced with excitement, “ Lady Moira… She’s back.”
Lyla sat up sharply, her heart thudding. “What did you just say?”
“Lady Moira is back. She returned earlier today. The king brought her back himself. And… She looks well and unharmed.”
Lyla’s eyes widened, emotions flooding her features—relief, disbelief, a glimmer of joy. “She’s safe? Where is she?” she asked breathlessly.
The maid nodded. “Yes, my lady. She's in the K
