"Let us in; we need to see Her Majesty!" a man's voice rang out, while the younger children cried in fear—not over their mother's death, but because they feared losing their standing with other castles and royal families.
"We need justice for our wife. She died too brutally!" one of Rose's husbands shouted, hoping the queen could hear their cries.
Now, they could only pray the queen would take them in. If not, the other royal families might seize their resources once they learned of Rose's death.
Aurora stood to the side, her expression blank, though her eyes lingered on the closed door with a flicker of something unreadable.
Others thought she was lost in grief—after all, Rose had been closer to her than the other siblings.
Their ruckus was so loud that even the guards couldn't drag them away.
Nalia and Lia were just about to remove them by force when the door suddenly opened.
