The King and Queen entered their private chambers, the Queen gently holding the baby in her arms. The room was quiet, bathed in warm candlelight.
"Do something," the King said softly, watching her closely. "We need to know what kind of magic he holds."
The Queen hesitated. "But… you know it's dark magic."
The King sighed. "Every child's magic appears around the age of three. Maybe we can influence it early. Try using your sleep spell on him. I'll try something with my magic—maybe… maybe it'll help change it."
She nodded, though her expression remained worried. "Alright, I'll try."
Just as she was about to begin, the King paused and frowned. "Wait… didn't your sister give birth to twins?"
The Queen blinked. "Yes. Why?"
"We need to know everything. Look into it," he said firmly.
"I will," she promised.
