Sketches

The black-haired guard sat in front of the glass, being flanked by both Azriel and Mia as he stared at the woman across her, sitting on a wheelchair, a blanket over her lap as she stared at the man, Maxon had been called back in the room to help Nesryn move from her bed to the wheelchair. Azriel had wanted to do it but he was not allowed to enter the room, due to Nesryn's fragile condition.

"Do we have any maids who're good at drawing? If we have one, get her here right now." Mia bowed her head and made her way out of the room. The guard took a deep gulp once he felt those piercing blue eyes snap back to him, he let out a fake cough and straightened his posture, sneaking a glance at Nesryn, who was looking at him with a slight smirk on her lips. "Mr. Alf, I think it's better for the both of us, if you could describe and remember every detail about the man that sent the flowers in the hospital."