CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

She would do just that and she would get her son back from the monster. 

She recalled when she found him. Orphanages from around the world were showing her different babies and children younger than a year old. She wanted a son to make her look more befitting to be a Queen. 

She didn’t like the way people underestimated her but if she had a son, it would make things better. 

For three good days, she had not seen any young child or baby fit enough to mold into what she knew as—perfection. 

None of them were good enough for her. 

Some women were even handing over their own babies because she would pay a large amount of money to the owner of any baby she picked. 

Still, none satisfied her until she saw one. He was crawling out of the city. That was against the laws so they arrested the baby. 

Octavia didn’t want to waste time beheading the baby but when she saw his, she knew he was the