Amira, the first queen gasped, looking up at the king. "My Lord!" she pleaded.
However, the dark-skinned man did not care for her, as he called the guards to come in from outside to take the child. Despite her sobbing, and begging, she was ignored.
The guards came into the room, and ignoring the kneeling woman on the bed, immediately made a beeline for the cradle. The smaller child had already begun crying due to the noise. Her cries were drowned out by the pleas of the Queen. The red-eyed child was still silent, as she watched the people surround their cradle.
Just when the first male came forth to separate the two children, his wrists were pushed back, with his palms facing up. It took him a few seconds to realize that his wrists had been broken. He cried out, taking a small step back. The same happened to two more guards.
At the side, the king frowned. "It is simply two children who are barely a week old. Can you do nothing right?"
