Chapter 23 Making The Brew

The morning sun filtered through the windows of Calista's home, casting a golden glow across the room. The herbs and roots the maids had gathered the day before were now carefully simmering in a large pot on the stove, the scent of the healing potion filling the air with an earthy, soothing aroma. I was deep in concentration, making sure the brew was prepared just as my mother had taught me. It had to be perfect. Calista and I were counting on it. I glanced over at her as she sat at the table, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cloth. She seemed nervous, yet hopeful. I could see the anxiety in her eyes, but there was something else there too. There was also a flicker of hope and excitement at the thought that maybe, just maybe, this could work. She wanted a child so badly, and I wanted to help her get what she deserved.