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Mauve lay on her bed with Mill standing right in front of her. She had dozed off and didn't wake up until Mill appeared. "It's time for the second meal," Mill announced.

"Oh," Mauve rubbed her eyes and slowly moved to a sitting position.

"Are you alright?" Mill asked, looking at Mauve with concern.

"Yes," she answered and tried to get out of bed but fell back into it.

Mill immediately looked concerned. "Let me help," she said, and before Mauve could respond that she was fine, Mill was already helping her out of bed.

"Thank you," Mauve said instead as she stood to her feet.

The bruises were less prominent now, but that was irrelevant as they had served their purpose. For the second meal, Mauve opted for a different hairdo. She wore her hair down. With that, she was ready to face the second meal and the meeting.

"My lady," Mill's voice broke through her thoughts, stopping her in her tracks.

"Yes, Mill," Mauve replied, turning around.