"Charles?" Edith Celesta, the Queen, called out from a secluded room.
She approached the king-sized royal bed where a teenager lay. King Charles Celesta stood by the bed in his regal attire, observing his youngest son in a deep slumber.
"Charles," Edith gently touched his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.
"Edith?"
"Are you alright?" Edith asked, concern etched on her face. Her husband had endured a tiresome month, working relentlessly since the incident in the Enigma Dungeon, barely allowing himself any rest.
"Do you remember, Edith? That little girl, Louisa," Charles began, his voice filled with sorrow.
"Yes," Edith nodded sadly. "She always loved playing the role of the older sister with the other children."
Charles nodded, a pained expression on his face. "I still remember her playing with Aurora, Alfred, Sylvia, and Lucius. I feel like I failed her and her parents, Edith."
