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The wizard looked at me curiously, as if this was also his question.

The narrative unfolded, weaving a tapestry of royal abandonment and a witch's scorn. Liam's lineage bore the weight of a dormant curse, frozen in time until the birth of his son, and... my son!

The wizard's gaze held a peculiar curiosity, mirroring the uncertainty that shrouded the consequences of this impending awakening.

"Queen... that's the fun of it," he remarked, a sly glint in his eye. "None of us know what will happen, but we all fear." The words hung in the air, pregnant with the anticipation of an unpredictable fate, leaving me to grapple with the ominous shadows cast by the unknown.

"What if another woman bears Liam's child?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and unease.

"The ancient spirits told me that only the women most loved by the kings of that lineage could bear their children. In the case of the old king, the witch was his beloved. In Liam's case, you are," the wizard explained