"If the previous king bestowed upon his queen an army to fight against me, surely the real king has his own army to deal with the queen mother's betrayal. I can't believe you never thought of this possibility."
"I... impossible."
"Mother, I hope you can stay here. But... it seems I can't fulfill it."
"Dieter, you..." Victoria stared at her beloved son with a look of disappointment as if she no longer had the energy to fight.
"Don't worry, mother. After all of these are over, I will accompany you along with Gwen in Fussen. I hope when that time comes, I can get my mother back. A mother who is warm and always smiles like the sun rising in the morning."
Victoria pressed her lips together. Hate. This was the first time she hated her own child.
