Chapter 2: First Encounter with the Queen

"Your... Your Majesty is awake?"

Cohen stumbled out of the bedroom, and the maidservant keeping watch outside hurried forward.

Confusion clouded Cohen’s eyes as he muttered vaguely, "Where is Father...?"

The maid, evidently aware of what had transpired with the late King, looked at him with a trace of pity. She comforted the monarch, whose mind had regressed to that of a six-year-old, while simultaneously signaling for the Queen.

Soon, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. Queen Adair approached, her slender golden heels clicking against the floor as the gathered maids bowed in haste.

Cohen slowly raised his head.

She wore a golden court gown, its pure silk train trailing elegantly behind her, lending her an air of regal majesty. Her exposed arms were dazzlingly fair, her waist