Elysia spent the day consumed by restless emotions. Her attempts to distract herself by reading proved futile as her mind wandered, unable to focus on the words in front of her. Her gaze drifted to the window, tears streaming down her cheeks. The ache of Azrael's absence weighed heavily on her, deepening her heartbreak.
She sighed, closing the book and leaning her head back against the wall. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and hope flickered in her chest. But it quickly faded when Helena entered the room, carrying a basket. "Good afternoon, my lady," Helena greeted, while disappointment dulled Elysia's fleeting optimism.
"Good afternoon, Helena. How have you been?" Elysia asked, offering a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I have been very well, my lady. I came to return your dresses and to share some good news," Helena replied, placing the basket gently on the floor before stepping closer.