The door of the room opened, the queen's face looked a little different, her forehead was slightly sweaty and the smile on her face looked a little tense.
"What are you doing, my majesty, my majesty." His son's voice sounded different, trembled, he already knew where his mother's expression was now.
"I don't feel this room warm, it seems that you are the only one who felt heat in this room. Oh no, how could you be alone here." Hailey stepped forward, re-entering the room where he and his mother used to study together about magic potions.
the queen massaged her forehead, she had a little headache seeing Hailey's behavior.
The son walked briskly toward the large bed with the black canopy, his mother's favorite color.
"Hailey, tell me what you want?" asked the queen, following his son's footsteps, she tried to reach Hailey's arm, but her son stomped their hands and chose to continue closer to the bed.
