The room was heavy with an air of disbelief and despair as Fiona’s scream echoed, tearing through the silence like a blade. Her sobs were raw, her voice trembling with desperation.

“Dead? You must be joking. Please, let me go and see my husband! I would do anything—anything at all!” Fiona’s pleas grew more frantic, her hands trembling as she clutched at Zarius’s arm.

Zarius’s face was pale, but he held his composure. “Your Highness, King Devon made it clear—your health and the child’s safety must come first. Stressing yourself could cause irreparable harm.”

Her golden eyes glistened with unshed tears as she pulled away. “There has to be a...