Queen Mother's POV.

Small balls of burning heat slowly roll down my skin, leaving tiny trails of pain behind. Surprisingly, the same room which has always been cold and soothing to my skin suddenly became hot.

I ran both my hands through my hair in anger, scattering every bit of it. And now, the once well-arranged hair looked like a tangled nest.

Even the special occasional queen attire littered on the ground as I walked restlessly around the room, trying hard to figure out the next step to take.

"Ah... not even once did I expect things to turn out this way," I groaned through gritted teeth, stamping my feet...