The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353 A Miracle?

Cindy’s POV:

One bite. Two bites. Three bites.

She had eaten nearly half a bowl of the risotto. For a critically ill patient who had barely eaten or drunk anything for half a month and had survived only on medicine, it was an unbelievable breakthrough.

“Cindy, this is wonderful. Can I have a little more?” Sephiria looked at me, and there was even a hint of longing for food in her eyes.

“Sure! Of course, you can!” I was so overjoyed I almost jumped up. I quickly filled another bowl for her. “Eat slowly. There’s still plenty in the pot. As long as you can eat, your body will recover faster. Rupert’s medicine really works!”

As I fed her, I held her hand tightly. It had regained a little warmth. I began talking about the future excitedly, “Sephiria, you must eat more and build your strength. Once we get through this harsh winter and spring arrives, Adam and I will come and take you back to the Royal Court when the weather becomes warm. My ducal estate is very large. The courtyard is filled with your favorite flowers. By then, Astra will be fully recovered too. He can practice swordsmanship in the yard while you sit under the corridor and relax. We’re going to enjoy. ourselves and forget all about that bastard Prince Niall!”

Sephiria listened quietly as I spoke. Her bright eyes glimmered with a gentle light.

She looked at me with affection and attachment and also with a quiet serenity I couldn’t fully grasp.

“Sure.” She swallowed the last spoonful of risotto and gently patted the back of my hand. A faint smile rested on her lips. “I’ll listen to you and get through this winter.”

At that moment, I truly believed we had driven death away.

I thought it was a blessing from the Moon Goddess. I believed that the care we had given over the past few days had finally brought a turning point.

However, I noticed that Carla and Katie, who were standing at the foot of the bed, showed no joy at all.

Both of them were biting their lips tightly. Their hands twisted together beneath their aprons until their fingers turned pale.

They exchanged a glance and saw the same despairing sorrow in each other’s eyes. Then they both lowered their heads and let out a faint, suppressed sigh.

At noon, Sephiria ate another half bowl of meatball risotto.

She even had enough energy to listen to Viola talk about amusing stories from the battlefield in Southreach. Sometimes Viola’s exaggerated gestures made her laugh softly.

For the entire afternoon, the chilly room was filled with a warmth and liveliness that had been absent for a long time.

Night fell.

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