Chapter 9. At Chemora

[In the other world]

“Where is our son, my love?” The woman asking the question was dressed in such a beautiful manner that her presence screamed royalty from every angle. The person in front of her looked equally elegant. A tall man on the throne. A king, with no mistakes.

“He is where he ought to be. You need not worry about him, sweetheart. Your body is still recovering. You should go back to your chamber.”

The woman’s hair turned slowly red as she stepped towards the throne with calculated steps.

“Ought to be my king? And where is that?”

Her hair strands were slowly standing up as her voice intensified. “I carried him for nine months. I couldn’t even hold him in my arms and feed him my milk…”

“I can’t believe you, of all people, could be bothered by frivolous things like these…” The king made a sharp turn towards her and it made her even more angry.

Her head was now adorned with a gigantic crimson crown, made of supercharged, standing ha