SERAPHINE'S POV
He was buried before dawn. My eyes met his mother crying profusely at the side as the women and maids tried to pacify her. I forced myself to go to her despite being the one bearing the most pain.
“Mom,” I called just the way I used to. She raised her head and stared at me with her silver orbs.
“You, you killed my son. What did I ever do to deserve this?” she asked.
I just stood there quietly without moving. How could I explain the fact that a man I just got married to died on the wedding night?
The next day I was summoned before the king, queen, elders, and high lords of Eldorado. My eyes fell on the queen; her silver orbs were dull and her face was also pale. She just stared at me, but then I understood the pain. It was the pain of motherhood.
“Can you explain to
