Ciana whispered, “Do you think he can see us? How does he know we’re here?”

“Even if he does, he won’t say anything.”

“You sure?”

I nodded. I knew my nephew.

Alexander’s dad was my oldest brother Justin, he was executed a few years ago when Alexander was only one or two. I didn’t know how much he remembered his parents, but that didn’t traumatize him any less.

Knowing the king was upset about Justin, no one in this palace wanted ...