Chapter 179

• Emilia’s POV
• The maid, Rosetta, moved around the room like a ghost, her steps light and deliberate. She set down a tray on the table near the bed—a steaming bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a neatly folded napkin. I stayed perched on the edge of the armchair by the window, as far from her and the bed as I could manage without leaving the room entirely.
• “You should eat something,” she said gently, her voice thick with an accent I couldn’t place.