Allen had turned his back on her, which upset her. Behind that upset lay a flicker of pain. Both Lyuyaro and Romalin watched. Romalin shifted uncomfortably on the bed, realizing that the spacious room now felt even more confining than the promises and secrets lurking behind everyone in this entire palace.

She noticed that Allen's shoulders were trembling, as if he wanted to cry, but he didn't want to. Lyuyaro knew what was happening. She watched Lewaini, who seemed oblivious, simply playing with Allen's doll. She understood that Allen resented Lewaini for receiving more attention and affection.

Sevatlana: "ALLEN!, listen to me now! Please, listen!"

Allen replied curtly, crossing his arms over his chest: "I don't want to!"

Sevatlana let out a soft sigh and said in a gentle, quiet voice,

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I know you're in so much pain, but I was away and didn't take care of you as I should have. But I love you, my son. I carried you in my womb and brought you into this world. Please, without you, we wouldn't be so happy, wouldn't have our daily lives and beautiful conversations." She reached out to wipe away a tear from her eye.

Leoyaro's eyes widened, and she recognized the pain in her mother's. When she saw Aline's refusal, she wanted to intervene, but something held her back... whose side would she take?

Romalene watched silently and nervously, observing the dynamic between mother and son. Was she the cause? She kept doubting herself. She opened her mouth to reply, but she, too, remained silent...

But Aline kept his back to his mother... his tail wagging beneath his legs. Sevatlana said,

"My dear, I love YOU all, and I KNOW you're JEALOUS of LIUWAINI! But don't you see what I'm doing right now, "My sweet darling," she gasped softly as she spoke to him, watching his shoulders and his back turned towards her. She saw his tears too; he was finally beginning to understand. She continued...