"Taya, Taya, is that all Orig knows now?" Queen Lucy took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, knowing that anger would only affect her mental state. She rang her small bell.
"Any updates on the information I requested about that cursed witch, Taya?" Queen Lucy's voice dripped with hatred. Each passing moment felt like her heart was being wrung, recalling Orig's radiant smile, which only deepened her fear—fear that one day, Orig might leave her.
She had grown used to pampering him, managing his affairs, and guiding him through everything. Then he grew up, joined the knightly training, traveled to the borderlands, and became an apprentice to the High Ruler. And now, here she stood, watching that little boy who never slept far from her when he was five, now finding happiness with someone else.
