Lumina sat in front of her mirror while Stella gently brushed her long hair.
"My lady," Stella murmured, her voice laced with adoration, "your ornament glows so beautifully under the light."
Lumina smiled faintly at the mirror, the reflection of the golden pin flickering like fire. "Does it?" she whispered.
Without warning, Stella leaned forward and embraced her from behind. Lumina froze, feeling how weak her girl had become. Her pulse fluttered under fragile skin, and Lumina could almost sense the pain she tried to hide.
"Stella," Lumina called out gently, reaching back to touch her hand.
"My lady," Stella whispered, her voice quivering, "thank you for everything. You have always been kind to me. I am proud to serve you."
