Uphara was walking hastily. Her facial expressions were contoured with worry as she proceeded toward her son's room. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. A solitary drop of sweat trickled down her eyebrows before finding its way to her cheek, disappearing into her clothes.
It has been almost two hours since that incident happened. Uphara thought, biting her inner cheek. Only God knows what he is doing now. I hope he is in good shape.
When she was just a few feet away from the reclusive chamber, her eyes fell on the distressed archduke who was banging on the metallic door. His facial expressions looked as fretted as ever. His restless actions resembled those of a cat on hot bricks.
The empress dowager furrowed her brows upon realizing how intense the situation was. She rushed to he
