The hospital room was quiet. Filled only with the soft hum of the mana-powered lights above.
The walls were smooth and pale. Giving the space a clean, almost too sterile feel.
Sunlight filtered in through the tall windows. But it couldn't quite chase away the weight of everything that had happened.
Princess Eleanora sat upright in the hospital bed. Her back straight even though her shoulders were wrapped tightly in bandages.
She looked calm, composed. Every inch the royal she was, even in recovery.
A silver tray rested on the small bedside table, carefully arranged with sliced apples, pears, and grapes.
The fruit glistened, freshly peeled and cut with such care that it was clear her attendants had prepared them with the utmost precision.
With a small wave of her hand. Eleanora turned to the two maids standing silently near the door. Her voice was quiet, but firm."Leave us."
