“Are you in pain?” The whisper, faint, shaky, and forbidden, came from behind the stone pillar. Luna went cold. As she held the bread tray, it swayed and almost spilled crumbs onto the chilly marble floor. Eyes flitting between the dimly lit hallway and the shy figure stepping out of the shade, she turned. A little maid, as pale as a candle flame, came forward. With trembling hands, she held a half-loaf of coarse bread to her chest. "Alina." The one who was continually moving like vapor, evading attention, and lowering her gaze when the guards shouted was the silent one. Luna had noticed her a couple of times in the servants' hall, carrying linens that were excessively heavy for her small stature. In the dim hallway light, her eyes now held a rare quality in this setting: sympathy. Luna clenched her throat. "You ought not to," Alina interrupted abruptly, looking down the hallway, "I know." But since the morning, you haven't eaten. He observes everything, but She thru
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