Chapter One Hundred And Eight

Confusion and concern clouded my mind as I tried to comprehend my parents' urgent pleas for me to leave the palace. I couldn't understand why they would want me to abandon them in their time of need. But their words held a sense of urgency and fear that I couldn't ignore.

"Why do you want me to leave?" I asked, my voice filled with a mixture of confusion and desperation. "I can't just leave you here. We need to find a way to escape together."

My mother's eyes filled with tears as she held my face in her hands. "Naomi, you don't understand," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The queen, she plans to take Liam. She wants him as the next heir to the throne."

Shock coursed through my veins as my mother's words sank in. The realization that the queen, my aunt, would go to such lengths to secure her power hit me like a thunderbolt. She saw my son as nothing more than a pawn in her game of politics.

"No," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and anger. "She can't do that. L