I followed the frantic maid through the hallway, my mind still clouded with thoughts of Seraphina. The healer was already attending to Lilith when I arrived at her chambers. My brothers were there too, their faces etched with concern.
Lilith lay pale against the silk pillows, her usually immaculate makeup smudged from tears. She looked fragile, nothing like the vibrant woman who normally commanded attention.
"What happened?" I demanded, moving closer to the bed.
The healer, an elderly woman with sharp eyes, glanced up from checking Lilith's pulse. "When was the last time any of you spent significant time with her?"
The question caught me off guard. I exchanged glances with my brothers, a twist of guilt tightening in my chest when I realized I couldn't remember.
"She's been unwell," Ronan said defensively. "We thought she needed rest."
The healer made a disapproving sound. "Lady Lilith suffers from a rare blood imbalance. It's been exacerbated by emotional neglect."
