Reign and his companions exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. Aragos's mother, standing before them, had suffered at the hands of King Irodis's brother who had plotted against both kingdoms.
The scars of the past were etched on her face, a painful reminder of the dark chapters they had overcome. She, as an elf, should look no older than a person in their early twenties right now, and yet, she looked as old as her father was, which showed just how big of a toll the pregnancy that was sped up by the drug had on her.
And yet, even though she was hurt so badly, she never treated Aragos badly. She always cared for him, and he was the one thing that could calm her down and have her act normal, him and Iscandar, the man she was supposed to marry and spend the rest of her life with.
