It was painful to see Rowena go through the motions of grief—and yet Raphael didn't want to have her be in danger.
The royal guards who wished to bring the king to his room prepared their weapons as Rowena lunged forward with wild abandon.
"How dare you be a horrible fa—"
Raphael finally stepped in before she could actually lay a hand or be hurt by the guards. The Seventh Prince reached out from behind her and covered Rowena's eyes with his palm, and the magic spell fell over Rowena as her body slumped over.
Liam looked in both surprise and grief. He understood that Rowena was stricken by grief and now blamed him and his father.
However, there was also a hint of suspicion written all over his face. While his father, the king, was overcome with grief, Liam was far more observant.
"It seems that exhaustion finally came over Rowena," Raphael said flatly. "All this exhaustion..."
