Queen Tonya entered her bedroom where her husband, the ex-King Anton, was changing out of his formal attire. She walked over to her vanity mirror, beginning her nightly beauty ritual. She brushed her hair in slow, deliberate strokes, her mind clearly preoccupied. After a few moments, she let out a deep sigh.
Anton noticed her distress. "Are you alright, Tonya?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Tonya paused, her brush still in hand. "I'm just worried about Markus," she replied, meeting her husband's eyes in the mirror.
Anton raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's troubling you?"
"It's his rejection of his fated mate," Tonya said, placing the brush down and turning to face Anton. "He's become the talk of the people. Everyone is worried about the future of the royal family and its legacy
