"I spoke to Amelie earlier," Zilia said as she brushed her hair slowly.
Casaio was sitting on the bed with his legs stretched out, a book in his hands. He glanced up briefly. "And?"
"She confided in me about how she feels toward your mother," Zilia continued, setting the brush down on the dressing table. "Ever since the truth came out, Gabriel has been keeping more and more distance from the Queen. Amelie feels guilty… like she's the reason their bond has fractured even further. I told her not to blame herself, but I could sense she truly believes she's added to the rift." She walked toward the bed.
