(Third Person POV).
Meredith returned to her bedroom with slow steps, her posture drooping beneath invisible weight. Her eyes seemed tired, her movements absent-minded.
Without a word, she sat at the edge of the bed, one hand reaching to press her fingertips against her forehead. A small sigh slipped from her lips.
She wasn't bothered about Xamira's boldness at the dinner table. Naturally, she was surprised, but not offended. She didn't know children had it in them to be this curious and bold.
Still, her body carried the fatigue of the long day like a cloak too heavy to shrug off. And she made it obvious to her maidservants.
"I'm tired. I want to sleep," she murmured without lifting her gaze.
Kira, ever attentive, stepped forward. "You should change out of your dress first, my lady."
