As the night deepened, the banquet in the royal palace finally drew to a close.
After bidding farewell to the guests, Queen Isa turned to see Duke Modewen standing stiffly in the shadows.
"Your Majesty, I did everything as you requested..."
Queen Isa greeted him with a smile: "Very well."
"But... Charlie..."
"William, you are my son. Thus Charlie is naturally my grandson. But this grandson is too mischievous. Of course, I need to help you discipline him. So, in the coming days, Charlie will stay with me. You don't need to worry."
The scene of Queen Isa referring to William, who was older than her, as her son was indeed eerie, but it was the truth nonetheless.
Duke Modewen wore a pained expression, but he dared not defy Queen Isa's will. He merely nodded obediently, bowed, and then retreated.
"Didn't expect you to become a grandmother," Colin teased as he walked over.
Queen Isa gave Colin a coquettish glare and said teasingly: "Are you suggesting I'm getting old?"
