Queen Zania was on her eighth month of pregnancy and the nation was ecstatic in anticipation for their heir. Not only that, for the first time in decades, the economy was thriving. They were no longer sanctioned by the world. Having expertise from both tribes proved to be really lucrative. Even those who were initially reluctant were being won over. Maybe it was their king’s no-nonsense approach with anything related to his queen, but no one dared to speak against the union of tribes in public.
King Maxwell and Queen Zania had just bid Lady Celia and Sir Luke farewell as they left for their honeymoon when they received news that their stable boy just collapsed and died.
That night, King Maxwell turned and tossed, nightmares claiming his sleep~~~~~
“Still missing Celia?” King Maxwell
