EIRA’S POV

"Why won't you stop crying?" The wince appeared on my face. I was panicking. I could see Neve Eiro’s tonsil. His mouth was large due to his over crying. Perhaps he could not see his father. Colden was tied up with his schedule plus his mother got sick. She needed him.

“Hello! Where is my baby boy?”

“Mom…”

As soon as I laid eyes on Queen Ice, a broad smile appeared on my face. I believed she was ill. Look at her now; she appears to be strong and blooming. Her face seemed younger than her age. Her blue glittering gown was touching the ground as she marched...