Royal Palace — Azreal's Room
Moonlight spilled through the tall crystal windows of the royal palace, bathing Azreal's motionless body in a faint, silvery glow. Nena dipped a soft cloth into warm water, her hands gentle as she cleaned the dried blood and sweat from his skin. Every wipe was delicate, like she feared he might break. When she was done, she carefully laid him in bed, covering him with a thick velvet sheet.
"Lord Azreal is still asleep," she whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "Aria has gone out."
Footsteps echoed through the hall as Laisa entered. Her golden hair gleamed under the torchlight, and her eyes, though proud, carried the weight of sleepless nights. Nena turned to her and bowed.
"Good day, Lady Laisa."
"Good day," Laisa replied softly, sitting beside Azreal. She reached out and held his hand.
"He still hasn't shown any sign of waking up, has he?"
"He will wake soon," Nena answered, forcing a smile. "We just have to have faith."
