Damian
A month had passed since I lost my son, and while I had recovered a little, I couldn't really say the same for Hayley. She was still hanging onto the fact that our child was alive, and while I had believed her at first, I had come to accept reality and move on. It was the best for everyone, but Hayley wasn't exactly listening.
I did my best to convince her that moving on was best for us, but the mention of our child always sent her into a spiral, one that was not good for her and the people she planned on ruling. Rumors had already begun to fly around, and people were begining to say she was mentally unstable, even the elders had said she was unfit to rule, claiming that she was weak emotionally.