A knock came earlier than she expected, and she realized then how morning had arrived. Well, she had not slept. With a nightmare such as that, sleep refused to grant her solace, and she was more than terrified of closing an eyelid to return to him.
The words terrified her more than their meaning. No matter how much she tried to decipher what the red-eyed man meant, the more frightening it was to discover the content of what they said.
So she only remained seated by the window until the sky softened from ink to grey, and grey to the palest wash of silver against frost. When the door finally opened, Lucrezia did not startle this time.
Three servants entered first, one being the brown-skinned girl, whose eyes widened slightly when they met hers. "Milady!" She called, and then turned sharply to the others. "Go fetch the healer immediately,"
When they left, the brown-skinned girl fetched her gown, hurrying towards the window. "Milady, you shouldn't be up in your condition,"
