Alaric’s POV
Kane, Calix, and I made our way to our mother's chamber, our minds swirling with the weight of our secret and the plans we were forming.
The ornate door of her room loomed before us, a reminder of the regal world we inhabited. As we entered, the familiar scent of lavender filled the air, and the soft glow of candles cast a warm light on our mother’s face.
She was seated in her favourite armchair, looking every bit the queen she was. Not the one she used to be when our father was alive. Her eyes, however, were shadowed with concern.
"Mother," I greeted her with a small now, my voice steady.
"Come in, my sons," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "There is something I need to discuss with you."
We took our seats, the weight of her gaze heavy on our shoulders. She looked
