"Henry, was I too forceful?" the matriarch asked her butler and sip on her tea elegantly as she always did. The butler nodded and serve her another plate of dessert.
"No, your grace," he said and stand in his usual place. The matriarch then put her teacup on the table.
"I'm actually kind of worried," she said and slumped down, "That child is a descendant of the Morros, one of the long lost royalty in our homeland. Damien shouldn't get entangled with her," she said and massaged her head.
"I understand your worried, Your Majesty," he said and looked at her, "But don't you think it's time to bury your deep hatred with them? It's the children's time to decide among themselves,"
"hah..." she said and massage her forehead, "What's done is done. Let the time unfold what's going to happen nex
