After settling Jenny in bed, Aurora quietly returned to her room.
The night outside was still, the silence so absolute that even the faint ticking of the clock on her nightstand seemed loud.
Just as she pulled the curtains shut, a soft knock broke the stillness.
"Come in," she said, adjusting the shawl on her shoulders.
Margaret entered with a tray in hand. On it sat a small plate of night snacks, a warm glass of milk, and a set of ointments. Aurora's brows furrowed slightly at the unexpected delivery.
"There's some ointment as well," Margaret offered, setting the tray down.
Before Aurora could inquire further, her phone chimed.
She picked it up to find a message from Sebastian:
I've dropped off some ointment and snacks for you. I hope they suit your taste. It felt inappropriate to disturb a lady at this hour, so I asked the nanny to deliver them instead. Get well soon.
Aurora stared at the screen, then at the tray beside her—everything was precisely to her taste.
