The kitchen fell silent, the maids exchanging uneasy glances, their hands frozen mid-task.
Branna's amber eyes widened as she faded down at the bottle of milk in her grasp, her sturdy frame tensing under the weight of Lilith's gaze.
The priestess's intensity was suffocating, her pink eye seeming to burn into Branna's soul, leaving no room for defiance.
The air grew heavy, the lanterns flickering as if cowed by Lilith's presence.
Branna swallowed hard, her blush deepening. "Aye… indeed, I will," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She grabbed a napkin from a nearby table, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped the milk droplets from the bottle's rim, the warm liquid smearing across the cloth.
"I'll head over to serve him right now," she added quickly, her words tumbling out as she sought to escape Lilith's piercing stare.
