"Mother, of course you haven't seen him." Charlie raised the diary. "Because in the year when Prince Billy passed away, before the inner courtier of King Island cleaned up his room, I went to see him and put it away." He had an innocent smile in his eyes. This was a diary that even the queen had never read, something that belonged to her deceased husband.
"Give it back to me." The queen held out her hand with an infusion tube hanging on it. "Give it back to me. That's Billy's thing. Charlie, give it back to me..."
"Mother, do you want to get your husband's relic, or are you afraid?" Instead of giving her, he admired the queen's face full of eagerness. "For example, I'm afraid that people will know that Prince Billy didn't die of illness, but because his wife's was involved in treason. Did he die of worry?"
"Shut up!" The queen shouted.
