Mirelle bowed deeply in apology, her head lowered in deference. "Forgive me, Your Highness. It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't," Circe replied, her voice clipped, sharper than she intended.
"It won't," Mirelle responded immediately, almost too quickly, as though eager to appease her. "Should I have your breakfast brought in here for you?"
But Circe could hardly muster any appetite. Even the thought of food made her stomach churn.
"That won't be necessary," she said and the dismissal in her tone was unmistakable.
Mirelle bowed once more before picking up the tray and quietly exiting the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click.
Silence settled in her chambers once more.
