I sat on the high stool and stared at the hairpin that had brought disaster. It lay on the kitchen island, wrapped in a cloth, still stained with blood. I sighed and looked at those gathered around me—Vincent and the maids.

“My queen, I know it was unintentional, but please don’t dwell on it. King Elijah will be fine,” Vincent said.

So I should be able to relax after stabbing Elijah, even if it was accidental? I don’t understand why he suddenly collapsed and is now unconscious.

Vincent even had to call Bishop, and together, they tended to Elijah until his condition began to settle.

What shocked me the most...