Lyra sat in her softly lit room, cradling Kai against her chest, the peaceful rhythm of breastfeeding soothing them both.
She looked down at his tiny face, cherishing the moment. The sound of a gentle knock interrupted her reverie.
“Ma'am?” The head maid poked her head in, a warm smile on her face. “I’ve prepared Kai’s bath. Shall I set it up?”
Lyra beamed, “Yes, please. Thank you.” The warmth in her heart felt like a shield against the world outside.
But just as the head maid turned to leave, a firm knock echoed through the door, making Lyra’s heart skip.
"I'll get it," the head maid said, striding toward the door.
As she swung it open, her face froze. Her lips, once curved in a warm smile, now parted in a silent gasp.
Her eyes widened, and her brow furrowed, as if the sight bef
