“Perhaps, we waited for too long before our hands could touch.”
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The talk with Queen Seraphina and King Matthias had lit up the remaining darkness in Queen Mother Elysia’s mind. Now, with enough courage to face her fears of being ‘too much’ with her son, she made her way towards him.
The vast corridors of Kalisa Palace’s north wing were eerily silent, save for the soft, rhythmic echo of queen mother’s footsteps as she approached her son’s private chambers. I hope he’s still awake. Afraid that she might forget about this bravery once morning arrived, she went straight into her son as soon as their meeting was over.
The grand hallways, adorned with tapestries depicting the kingdom’s illustrious past, seemed to hold their breath in anticipation—almost as if they were empathizing wit
