The palace was filled with quiet anticipation on that rainy afternoon. Queen Vanessa sat elegantly on the edge of a plush sofa, her hands folded in her lap, exchanging glances with King Seth and King Theo. The gentle patter of rain created a soothing backdrop, drops tracing paths down the grand windows of the living room. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and a touch of nervous energy, as everyone waited for the return of the new parents from the hospital. Standing by the window, King Frances watched the rain with intent eyes, his silhouette framed by the gray, misty light. He had just received a call from Queen Raine, who informed him that Kathy would raise Maria and Noah’s daughter as her own. The news was a balm to his anxious heart, and now all that remained was the arrival it
