Lloyd and the others were escorted to a separate wing away from Mireille's.
Mireille watched as the group was escorted away. She wanted to follow after them but Princess Ellie held her back.
Mireille's head snapped toward her, frowning slightly.
"Wait, Mireille. They will be fine. I'll make sure nothing happens to them." Ellie assured her, "The king and queen would like to have a word with you instead."
Mireille pursed her lips, her brows
furrowing before relaxing as she turned her attention to the king and queen, who had at some point walked over and were now standing right beside them.
"Mireille? Is that your name?" the queen asked hesitantly. She squeezed the king's hand softly, her voice trembling slightly.
The king stared at Mireille, tracing her features that resembled his daughter's with pinpoint precision.
His eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "M-Mireille, right? How have you been?" he asked her, his voice shaking.
