Selina chuckled softly as she watched her son preparing the first aid kit. "I can manage, Silver. It doesn't hurt at all," she said with a smile, brushing off the concern. "You should get Alexa something to eat. She skipped breakfast because of us." Her gentle laugh was accompanied by a motherly warmth that made Alexandra's heart flutter.
Alexandra, still processing the events from the dining room, felt a mix of emotions. She had never witnessed something so brutal—she didn't even think men still struck women in this day and age. But there it was, plain as day. The King of Caestria, a man of immense power, had hit his wife in front of everyone. The shock had paralyzed her, though Silverstein's timely arrival had provided her with an escape from the uncomfortable scene. Hunger gnawed at her, but she didn't want to mention it.
