The Royal Wing was a fortress of white marble, velvet tapestries, and silence. But for Margaret, it was like a luxurious tomb.
She walked closely behind Lucien, watching everything in the building, never far away from Lilian.
Dante didn't stop walking until they reached the inner sanctum. It was a massive suite guarded by massive doors reinforced with silver.
He placed Lilian gently on the bed. She looked small against the dark sheet, her skin still unnaturally pale from the artifact's drain.
"Katya, get the medical kit and the high-grade essence," Dante commanded, his voice tight, brushing his hand on her forehead gently.
"I don't want medicine," Lilian whispered, her eyes fluttering open. She reached out blindly, finding Margaret's hand. "Mom… sit here. Please."
Margaret sat on the edge of the bed, her body still shaking. She looked at the three men standing over them.
