Chapter 88

• Hunter
• After I left the sick bay, I made my way to Amelia’s chamber. The castle, now awake by the earlier commotion, had come alive in the dead of night. Amelia stood over Aiden’s crib, her eyes fixed on our son, ensuring he remained undisturbed by the chaos that had occurred outside.
• “What happened, Hunter?” Amelia’s voice, soft yet demanding, cut through the night’s tension. A servant had whispered to her about a prisoner’s escape.