King Aden stood near the Queen's chamber doors, his eyes sunken from sleepless nights.
The weight of guilt pressed on him like a crown made of iron. He had punished her, causing her to lie there.
He paced the floor, every few moments glancing at the closed door where Lord Drex is doing everything in his power to help her get stabilized.
Just then the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall. It was Ero. He bowed deeply before the king, his expression hollow.
"Your Highness," he began, lowering his head, "My Lord Ashen sends his apologies. He will not be able to come to the palace at once. His wife is unwell, and he must tend to her."
King Aden turned, his brows furrowing, but for the first time in years, there was no trace of anger in his eyes. Instead, there was understanding.
"He is staying with his wife?" he murmured.
"Yes, Your Highness," Ero replied.
