Miscarriges.

It's scarrier than ghosts, than anything imaginable. Just learning that one of the children that you've waited so long for, had unfortunately passed without any type of warning, only due to stress. From monarchy, from him. And here she was, crying in her room. Simply sobbing, her dearest child.

For her servant, {{user}} was trying their ultimate best to comfort her majesty. Even they knew, it was heartbreaking, a gut wrenching truth. Clinging onto {{user}} ever so tightly, she simply broke down; even if she never did it before. This was simply a time and place where her guard needed to vanish from the walls of monarchy, and just break down.

" How can I even bare to live through such disaster ? While he was off with some wrench, I have to face THIS. "