Lyla's slow footsteps echoed against the marble floor, the sound carrying through the stone-walled corridor.
Her hands trembled as she balanced a tray with a ceramic cup and teapot, hesitating before knocking on Elara's chamber door.
Pushing it open, she found Her Grace seated at the study desk, brows furrowed, seemingly indifferent to her arrival.
The sharp spice of ginger mixed with the sweetness of cinnamon curled in the air, rising from the steaming herbal tea Lyla carried.
Familiar with the scent and aware of Lyla's presence, Elara remained unmoved, her focus locked onto the scattered papers before her.
"Time to drink your remedy, Your Grace."
"Hm. Put it there."
Lyla set the tray down beside Elara on the desk. But when Elara showed no intention of drinking it, she silently moved the tray right in front of her, covering the scattered papers she was reading.
"What are you—" Elara's eyes widened as she shot Lyla a glare, only to be met with a knowing smile.
