The Grand Duchess leaned both of her hands on the table, frowning at her son who had stopped at the door.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were full of disappointment.
His demeanor instantly reminded her of the past, over a decade ago.
Lucas Walker's expression after he woke up from an assassination attempt at the age of four and heard the words she said to him.
Her heart felt as if it were grasped by a thorny hand, stinging with an acute pain.
Her eyes burned, and her throat felt choked up. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.
She tightened her grip on the edge of the table, her nails scratching the surface and producing a harsh sound.
She stood up, swaying slightly as she walked past the table, taking step after step towards Lucas Walker.
"King... I'm sorry, I... I'm not worthy to be your mother. I hope you... you and Ivana... will be happy!"
