"Princess..." a maid's voice floated gently through the quiet room, just above a whisper.
Kiara looked up, bleary-eyed, from where she sat cradling her baby. Her arms throbbed from holding him for hours, and her back ached from trying every position possible to coax him into sleep. Yet, her stubborn little prince stared up at her with big, curious eyes, blinking slowly, but refusing to surrender to slumber.
She kissed his forehead, exhaling. “You really are your father’s son. Determined to do what you want, aren’t you?”
The maid lingered by the doorway, fidgeting slightly.
"What is it, Lena?" Kiara asked softly, trying not to jostle the baby, who was finally beginning to calm in her arms.
The maid hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, wringing her hands nervously. “Forgive t
