The atmosphere of the room changed in just few seconds. The moments of joy turned 180 degrees... into nightmares... Worst nightmares.
It felt like time stopped, but still the tik-tik of the clock was echoing arcane in the room.
"My queen, what does this mean? The baby is not crying? I'm calling the physician. Something is wrong with him!" The tension in the king's voice was frightening. He was sweating heavily, his voice was cracking, his Adam's apple was up in his throat.
"NO! DON'T GO OUT!! EVERYONE WILL FIND OUT ABOUT THE BABY" the queen screamed in a voice full of despair. She was scared shitless. Her eyes were red because of tears and pain. Hairs were scattered in the air. She was suffering...
"WHY?" the king's eyes enlarged in shock and fear. He was scared too, for this newborn's life. Something called conscience was hinting to him that what he was trying to not hear was the truth.
