Your Wish is My Command
The bowl of soup the maid had brought earlier remained untouched as Emma simply stared at it. She had tried to eat it but found it tasteless. She wasn't sure if the soup itself lacked flavor or if her taste buds were off. It was a common issue for her during her period—craving something only to take a spoonful or two and lose interest.
As nothing seemed interesting enough to keep her awake, Emma decided to lie down again, hoping for a short nap. "Just a little rest…" she whispered to herself, pulling the blanket over her.
She had just started to relax when a soft knock came at the door.
Emma sighed, her voice tired. "Come in."
The door opened, and a maid stepped inside, bowing politely. "Madam, Sir has asked me to bring you to a room."
Emma frowned, her voice a little groggy. "A room? What for?"
The maid smiled a little. "He said it's a surprise, Madam."