Meanwhile, back at Mellisa's chamber, she was now dressed in an exquisite gown, seated regally on her golden feathered chair. A warm smile graced her lips as she gently cradled the little prince in her arms, feeding him the bottle tenderly.
"My prince," Mellisa whispered softly, her gaze locked on the infant's face. "You'll grow up to be strong and handsome. Mother will make sure you're always safe and sound." She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his tiny forehead. "Mother loves you very much."
From a corner of the chamber, the soft, persistent cries of the girl child echoed faintly, slicing through the otherwise serene atmosphere. The sound caused a subtle shift among those present....the servants exchanged quiet glances, and a shadow of sadness fell across Nyla's expression as she continued to hold the crying girl close.
