“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! There's a situation," Matteo's voice filtered through my mind, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“What is it?" I asked as I stood up from the chair I was sitting, because of how alert he looked.

“It's…it's Elena, she's dying and she requested to see you.”

My heart stopped. My throat became thick.

I wasn't ready for this.

Without wasting time, I ran past him, heading to where she had been receiving treatment. What kind of a son am I? Why haven't I been visiting her?

Matteo was right behind me. But my mind was in a mess.

What do I say to her? That I...