After Kaelen stormed out of the room, Margret let out a shaky breath, her body trembling as she glanced toward the closet. Slowly, the door creaked open, and Evelyn stepped out, cradling the female child tightly in her arms. Behind her, Princess Genevieve, wide-eyed and pale, followed, her expression mirroring her mother’s anxiety.
Margret reached out, her hands trembling as she gently touched the tiny face of her daughter. “There’s no time,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with urgency. She turned to Evelyn, her gaze sharp and resolute.
“Take the boy,” she said firmly, motioning to the frail male child swaddled on the bed. “Do whatever it takes to save him. Go to a physician, pay them whatever they ask, but save him, Evelyn. He is the kingdom’s only hope now.”
Evelyn hesitated,
