"Thank you for accompanying me, Your Highness," Eilika said, stepping out of the carriage as August dismissed the soldiers behind him.
"I heard from the servants that he contracted some kind of lung infection," August replied, his voice level as he matched her stride toward the entrance.
"Yes, that is correct," she agreed softly, walking alongside him into the main hall.
In the drawing room, Roman was waiting anxiously with Sylvian. The moment the young boy caught sight of his mother, he rose quickly from his seat.
"Mama, is Grandfather sick? Why didn't you take me with you?" Roman asked, his eyes wide with concern. "What happened to him?"
"He has a lung infection, Roman," Eilika answered gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. She then looked toward Sylvian, offering him a respectful bow. "Taking you there would not be a nice thing. You are young and can catch an infection too," she asserted.
"Your mother is right," Damian said softly.
