"Please, Nathan, let my son go," Queen Emily's voice pleaded, barely above a whisper. Her words were laced with desperation, her eyes streaming with tears as she gazed at Vincent.
Nathan seemed to savor the queen's words, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light as he reveled in her suffering. He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Ah, Emily," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Are you ready to tell your precious son who I am? Or should I say it for you?"
Vincent's confusion deepened, his brow furrowed in concern. "Mother, what's he talking about?" he murmured, his voice laced with uncertainty, his eyes darting between Nathan and his mother, searching for answers.
