The morning began with a sense of calm, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains of the guest chambers. For a moment, everything felt perfect. Then, the sound of retching shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
Damien sat in a chair near the chamber’s fireplace, his brows furrowed in concern as Elenor spent what felt like an eternity in the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt unwell in the past few days, but this was far worse than her earlier nausea.
“El?” Damien called gently, knocking on the bathroom door. “You’ve been in there for over half an hour. Let me send someone to get the doctor.”
“I’m fine,” Elenor’s voice came, weak but insistent.
“You don’t sound fine.” Damien pushed the door open slightly, careful to give her privacy. Elenor was leaning against the sink, he
