A woman in her mid thirties walked into the hall. She was slightly taller than Elena but much paler. On a closer look, her eyes were sunken and filled with a void like one who had nothing to cling to in life. Elena's brows creased. How could Andrian let a woman who once carried his child to be in such a condition?
The woman stood at the far end of the circle, her gaze fixated on the floor and nervously picking on her nails. She casually threw a furtive glance at the little boy and smiled, the only thing she had mastered from the moment she walked in.
Elena stood up and walked closer towards where the woman stood. He noticed her turn stiff as he neared.
"What's your name?" She implored.
The woman lifted her eyes fast before casting them again on the floor. "Lilith, Your Highness," she replied.
Elena pursed her lips before taking another step closer. Slowly, she reached out and held the woman's hands in hers, compelling her to look at her.
