"Yes, Your Majesty. You died giving birth to the young master."
There was a long silence between us, as that was something I didn't expect. Surely, I was alive, and I knew I was. How could she say I died giving birth?
"Charlie..." I scratched my temple, trying to make sense of this additional information. "How am I still alive? Did I...?"
I set my eyes back on her and watched her raise her head once again. Charlotte didn't speak, pondering the right words to say.
"Heliot."
Suddenly, Sam's voice came into the room, and I gazed at the door. He was leaning against the jamb with his arms crossed. His eyes scanned our face before setting it to Charlotte.
"Charlie, how are my son the and Earl?" he inquired, prioritizing his son's situation first.
"They were alright, Your Majesty. But it seems the young master had internal injuries. He should be fine if he rests."
