"And what about the baby my lady, you can hand him to me, I'll take care of him," The maid asked, stretching her hands out to take the baby from Aria, but was stopped.
"I'll take care of her and if I need anything, I'll let you know," she refuted, pulling the baby away from her.
"Go do what I asked you to do," Aria said and turned to her room with the baby, heaving a huge sigh of relief or tiredness or both before plopping to the bed.
Aria lay on the bed, the baby curled close to her chest, its tiny fingers occasionally twitching in its sleep.
She stared at the ceiling first, then at the shadows on the walls, before her gaze slowly fell to the baby again.
"What are you?" she whispered, her voice so low it almost disappeared into the room. "Abandoned? A threat? A gift?"
The baby didn't respond, of course, it just breathed softly, almost as if its presence alone was some kind of quiet answer.
