"Madam, welcome back. Do you want to see the prince-"
Sera rushed past the maids and toward her son, who slept peacefully. White hair and pale skin looked back at her from a face similar to hers. But she felt no love for that small form.
In fact, all she felt was annoyance and a need to hurt something.
"Why can't you look like him? Why do you only look like me except for the eyes? If you looked a little like him, then I… Maybe I should put you out of your misery…"
Sera reached for the fragile child in front of her, and her hand wrapped around that neck softly.
Before she could put any pressure, her father came into the room and grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? That child is yours and Prince Kaiden's. If you want to attract him back, then you need that kid."
Sera pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, and tears filled her eyes.
