**Elena**
How long has he been here?" I asked one of the nurses as I stopped by the doorway.
“About three days now, Your Highness,” she replied quickly.
Three days?
"And no one came to see him?" I asked again, needing to hear it one more time, just in case.
She shook her head. “No. No one. He was dropped off by a woman. Since then, no visitors.”
My stomach turned.
Mortina. She left him.
Just like that?
I bit the inside of my cheek. A bitter memory flashed—Dad standing tall, his voice firm as he told me, "She’s your mother, Elena. Show some respect. She knows what’s best for you."
Best for me?
She used to glare at me like I was a stain. I still tried to win her over. I still tried to be good.
And now... she left you, Dad.
The woman you always defended. She walked away when you
