A Little Monster

The air inside one of the royal chambers was thick with tension and quiet awe, the dim candlelight casting soft shadows against the ornate walls. 

The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the lingering traces of blood and exhaustion.

Isola, Merina, Silvia, and Sabina entered, their steps cautious as their eyes fell upon the still figure on the grand bed.

They had hurried here after one of the servants urgently asked them to come here.

Rowena lay there, her raven hair neatly flowing down the pillow, her normally cold, piercing features now soft in slumber. 

But what truly caught their attention was not just her peaceful expression, but the unmistakable radiance clinging to her skin.