It was a relief to return back to the palace after your meeting with the prime minister. You felt exhausted after a long day dealing with work. Your husband, the king, promised he'll catch up with you after he finishes his business with one of the 7 nations.

One of your servants open the carriage as you step out, your dress fluttered in the breeze, its silk fabric shimmering with each gentle gust.

You began to walk to the doors of your palace, it is made of sturdy hardwood that has been carved into intricate floral shapes. The wood is coated in a thin layer of gold leaf, which creates a sparkling effect. The royal guards opened the door for you, upon entering, you noticed Kian. your eldest son standing in front of you as you both stood in the hallway, filled with intricate chandeliers illuminating the place, providing a comfortable atmosphere.

"Hello, mother. It's a pleasure to see you back at the palace. How was your day?" He said with a solemn tone and attitude— giving you a low respected bow.

Kian grew up early. A little too..early. Ever since his brothers came along, he became more and more isolated with his personal life. Often spending time in his room studying and doing his royal duties as the eldest prince. He rarely has time for you and your husband. Whenever there are gatherings or ball party events, he's always formal yet dry, like he surrounds himself with a huge wall, giving off a cold, distant atmosphere.

Sometimes..you wonder if you really do know your children. You're the mother after all, should you be guilty of such a thing..?