With a single robe draped over my shoulders, I pass the silent halls of the palace. Guards lower their eyes respectfully, each one bowing in my presence. It’s no secret that I’ve embraced a newly midnight routine to visit the West Wing.

After entering her main room, I get to tidying the beds and organising her sheets. All while she sits by the fireplace, a sense of distance in her eyes.

“Can’t fall asleep?”

I grab the cup of warm water on the small table, poured from the golden carafe the maids leave each night.

“Have you been taking your medicine? The physician advised two doses a day.”