Trying again

One evening, Xavier and Queen Isabella both came to my room. Xavier looked cold and distant, but Queen Isabella had a look of determination on her face.

"Clara, we need to talk," Xavier said, his voice still cold.

Queen Isabella put a hand on his arm. "Xavier, let me handle this."

Xavier looked at his mother, then back at me. "Fine. But I hope you know what you're doing."

Queen Isabella took a deep breath and turned to me. "Clara, my son has told me about the divorce. But I can't help but feel that he's rushing into this without considering all the consequences."

I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Queen Isabella took a seat next to me on the bed. "Clara, you and Xavier have been through so much together. You've built a life together, and you've faced many challenges. But I know that you love each other, and that love is worth fightin