The news swept through the kingdom like wildfire. Though Damien had yet to make an official statement regarding the child’s true parentage, whispers filled every corner of the palace. The corridors buzzed with hushed conversations, and the palace staff exchanged knowing glances, careful not to speak too loudly in case the wrong ears caught wind.
“The child isn’t the king’s,” a maid whispered to her companion as they polished the silverware in the dining hall.
“Can you imagine? A scandal like this… it’ll shake the entire kingdom,” the other replied, glancing around nervously.
“Do you think the king knew all along?”
“Impossible. If he did, he wouldn’t have let things go this far.”
In a quiet corner of the main hall, a group of servants huddled together.
“Did you hear it?” one whispered
