“Uncle Shane!” Princess Leane exclaimed excitedly before noticing his expression. She trembled before he could utter a word. She knew her godfather too well.
“I…I…I am so sorry, Uncle Shane. I…” she chocked on her tears and threw herself at him and wept.
Shane reluctantly held her and made eye contact with the king and queen who had just joined them.
Like the doctor, the king and queen knew who had access to the herb. They had prepared themselves that they would find their daughter already dead. They did not expect to find her weeping in Shane’s arms. Nor did they expect to see Shane’s tender expression.
“Leane, what did you do?” the queen asked with a sinking heart. Her daughter’s reaction was confirmation she did not need that she was responsible for Lola’s miscarriage.
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