Chapter 71

Maeve sat beside Flora, gently running her fingers through her daughter's hair. The room was hushed, filled only with the soft hum of medical equipment. Flora's eyes fluttered open, and in a feeble voice, she called out, "Mr. Princess?"

Maeve's heart sank at the innocence in her daughter's voice. She whispered soothingly, "Hey, sweetheart. Mr. Princess isn't here right now." The vulnerability in F