The True Heir

Valerie's mind raced as he followed the handmaiden through the palace corridors, his agitation mounting with every step. He didn't need to be told what awaited him. His mother, Queen Maeve, had summoned him, and he knew her wrath would be fierce. It always was.

They reached the ornate doors of his mother's chambers. Valerie took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the handmaiden knocked softly before pushing the doors open.

He stepped inside, a storm of cold fury brewing within him. His face was a mask of hardened resolve, hiding the turmoil beneath. "Your Majesty, he's here," the handmaiden announced, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Queen Maeve stood by the window, her back to them, but the tension in her rigid posture was unmistakable. Her voice, sharp and unforgiving, cut through the silence. "Leave us."