The palace was in a chaotic situation right now.

It was not because of the war. The war has been long gone and turned into history.

It was because of the—

"Your Majesty, Luna Queen Rachelle, where are you?"

"Prince Cloud."

"Prince Claus."

"Prince Clyde."

I looked at my three sons as I hushed them not to make a sound as we were hiding at the back of the greenhouse garden. We silently laughed as the knights and palace guards were panicking all over the palace.

'Hush,' I said through mind link to Clyde, seven years old, when he was about to speak. I gently pointed to his head. 'Use...