Tatiana's hands shook as she pushed open her door. Her body was tense, trembling from a mix of fear, rage, and desperation. Yelena had been dusting the room, her movements slow and careful, when she noticed the sudden appearance of her mistress.
"My lady, are you okay?" Yelena asked, concern immediately rising in her voice.
Tatiana's eyes were wild, her pupils dark and burning, as if they carried all the fire of her frustration and heartbreak at once. Her lips were tight, trembling, her jaw clenched so hard it seemed as though her teeth would break. "I'm fine. Please leave me alone." Her voice was soft at first, almost fragile, but the tension coiled inside her like a spring ready to snap.
Yelena stepped closer, hesitant. "But my lady, are you sure? You don't seem—"
