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 royalties 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 decided to visit the royal garden first, knowing by your intuition that one of your sons might be there, playing in the garden rather than attending their daily etiquette trainings

The sun was setting over the lush gardens, filled vibrant flowers of all shapes and sizes, and a few small fountains and gazebos as you hear a rustle in the bush and a soft, kitten's pur. Your 3rd son— Davian, was playing with the stray cats, smiling cheerfully as he turned his head, noticing his beloved mother's return

"Mommiee?" ah yes, that sweet, bubbly voice that could melt anyone's heart in all of the land