Charles was lying on the bed, his shirt slightly unbuttoned as he read through a stack of documents. The candlelight danced over the parchment, casting soft shadows across his face. Beside him, Edeline sat silently, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the embroidery on the blanket. The room was quiet, the hum of the fireplace the only sound breaking the stillness.
Suddenly, Edeline shifted uncomfortably, a strange sensation stirring in her stomach. A faint nausea crept in, accompanied by a sudden wave of dizziness. Before she could say anything, she covered her mouth and rushed toward the bathroom, her steps frantic and unsteady.
"Edeline?" Charles sat up quickly, the papers falling from his lap. Alarm surged through him as he heard the harsh sound of retching. He ran after her, panic gripping his chest.
