"Mama..." A toddler staggeringly called his mother. His blonde hair and blood-red eyes bear an uncanny resemblance to his father. His feet move as he tries to reach his mother.
The maids were all on standby mode, waiting at every corner of the room in case the boy needed their help.
In the same room, a twenty-three-year-old young mother with brown hair was resting on the rocking chair. Her eyes kept sticking to the window, staring blankly at the bustling scenery outside with a solemn expression.
Though her body was there, her mind was fleeting somewhere else. It doesn't happen once, but many times. Nobody knows what she was thinking all this time. Not even her personal attendant, Matilda.
The topic of her inner thought has long been a discussion among the maids. One group deduce that their princess missed her hometown whilst another group suggested that she was saddened about her marriage.
