The midwife couldn't believe that a king wouldn't think about his daughter's name or even spare a glance for his late wife on her deathbed. The proud and victorious image of Draco Roseland hid the distant and apathetic nature he had for his family.
However, she held her tongue. She could see the king was in an extremely awful mood. Did he feel upset because of his wife's passing? Or was it a disappointment because he got a daughter instead of a son?
Whatever that was, the midwife knew better than to provoke the king's anger. She only lowered her head and bowed down once again. "It's such a beautiful name, Your Majesty."
"Since your purpose has now been finished, you will be compensated well," King Draco said and looked at the midwife seriously. "There will be no need for you to share whatever it is that happened today."
"Your Majesty…" the midwife said.
"Leave." King Draco's voice boomed across the entire hall.
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