"What do you mean, a baby girl?" The queen mother despite her age was pacing the room. The court had dispersed and now there was an emergency meeting. The queen mother looked at her son and dared him to utter a word. She was angry but excited. Had the gods gifted her this chance to save the kingdom from certain doom? There were only the older members of the royal family present including the midwife who was no longer shackled but still had guards waiting at the entrance for her.
She glanced at Seraphine who was not even paying attention at the moment. She was not really present but who could blame her when the child she called hers was another's. Only the gods knew where the child was or whether she was even dead. There was less of a possibility that the latter could have been her fate.
"Martha!" The queen mother yelled when she noticed that she was not even listening. "Tell me everything."
"Mother..." The king cut in. "This is not..."
