"This—"
Lucky froze in stunned silence as he took in the scene inside the hall, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What on earth is going on?"
It was the first time he had ever seen the queen so visibly overcome with emotion.
Harvey shot Lucky a meaningful glance, signaling for him to step aside and wait.
Nearly twenty minutes passed before the queen finally regained her composure.
Her tear-filled eyes turned toward Camilla, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Child, come here. Sit beside me."
"Yes."
Camilla rose obediently and made her way toward Queen Elizabeth.
As she passed Luna, she cast a fleeting, indifferent glance in her direction.
The latter's icy, venomous glare was barely concealed.
Once Camilla had taken her seat, Queen Elizabeth immediately reached out with trembling hands and clasped hers tightly.
"My child—"
The moment she opened her mouth, tears began streaming uncontrollably down her face.
