Soleia sighed and got up wearily, opening the door. "What is it?"
A young maid blinked innocently up at her, holding up a tray with a porcelain bowl on it, along with a spoon. From such a close distance, Soleia could smell the vague sweetness wafting off the liquid. She couldn't help but marvel at Rafael's speed in getting the kitchen to do his bidding. She didn't think tonics could be brewed so quickly, but Rafael was a persuasive man.
"Your Highness, here is the tonic that you're supposed to drink for your pregnancy," the maid said tremulously. She almost looked too terrified to meet Soleia's eyes. "Shall I set it on the table?"
"Of course, of course," Soleia said hurriedly, moving out of the way so that the maid could enter. She scrambled inside and put the tonic on the table before bowing in respect.
"The tonic should be taken warm for best results. Is there anything else you require of me?" the maid asked politely, twisting her fingers as she watched Soleia anxiously.
