As the days passed, Ophelia found herself increasingly immersed in the affairs of her household and the broader political landscape of the kingdom.
The news of the king's illness had cast a shadow over the capital, and the tension was palpable.
Every decision she made was weighed carefully, and every action was measured for its potential impact on the delicate balance of power.
Ophelia's estate became a hive of discreet activity.
Her loyal servants and trusted confidants worked tirelessly to gather intelligence and strengthen their defenses.
Reports on the movements and alliances of the royal heirs were filtered in regularly, each piece of information adding to the complex puzzle that was the power struggle for the throne.
Despite the intense preparations, Ophelia made sure to carve out moments of tranquility with her son, Arc.
His presence was a balm to her weary soul, a reminder of the personal stakes in the larger political game.
