The grand hallway of the Eric's residence was silent. Outside the closed doors of the master bedroom, Delia sat on the cold marble floor, her back pressed against the wall. She had been there for what felt like an eternity, her entire world narrowed to the single, unmoving slab of wall that separated her from her husband.
"Your Grace," the head maid, a kind, older woman named Hilda, pleaded softly. She had been trying for the last hour. "Please, let's go to your room and clean you up. You need to rest."
