The tension in the palace was thick enough to cut with a knife. Scarlett sat on one of the plush couches in the royal sitting room, trying her best to maintain a composed expression despite the fear and worry in her heart. Her heart raced, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air that circulated the room.
Across from her, Damien leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his sharp eyes observing Scarlett's every move. Queen Lena sat beside him, her expression calm but her piercing gaze betraying her thoughts. Elenor stood by the window, her arms folded, silently watching the exchange.
"I think it's best we call a doctor to the palace," Damien finally said, breaking the silence.
Scarlett's head snapped up, her wide eyes betraying the panic she desperately tried to supp
