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Gilan's longing for Elena.

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The Queen’s POV

“Why is Gilan not coming down? We are about to have our dinner now,” I say to the king, my voice laced with worry though I try to mask it with calm. My heart was restless, aching, heavy, and unable to find peace. Something was gnawing at me from the inside, a sharp unease that no royal banquet, no golden chandeliers, and no crown on my head could suppress.

The thought of my son being hurt makes me feel sick. I could not help but share in his pain. A mother always feels her child’s wounds more than her own. He has been through so much already, carrying burdens no young man should bear. His heart had been shattered, and all of it was because of us.

And now, as if the world had conspired against him, his only love, Elena, had given her heart to someone else. Someone who was not him. That single truth had pierced him deeper than any sword ever could. I could not bring myself to accept it, but reality was cruel. We had wronged him in too many ways to count. We had failed h
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