Chapter 130: The Grieving Wife.
Beatrice turned on her, her face contorted in frustration and anger. She looked like a woman on the edge of madness. "You’re one to talk, Lilian!" she screeched.
"Your husband is here, safe in the castle, doing nothing! And yet you stand there, calm and composed, while Spencer is out there—half-blind—fighting for this damn kingdom that doesn’t care if he lives or dies!"
Her voice cracked with emotion, but her words were sharp, fueled by a mixture of fear, sadness, and pure rage. She stomped her foot, unable to contain the tears that flowed freely, her chest heaving with each sob.
Lilian’s face tightened. She knew the depth of Beatrice’s fear and frustration, but the dramatics were beginning to grate on her nerves.
She had seen enough of this emotional spectacle. "Calm down, Beatrice. Your crying won’t change anything."
But Beatrice was beyond hearing reason. "How can you stand there so calmly?" she shouted, her hands trembling as she waved them in the air.
"Does it not bother you that your husband is doing nothing while mine risks his life? Spencer is out there, fighting for a kingdom that will never appreciate him! He’s a prince, for heaven’s sake—a prince with one eye! And they send him to fight!"
Lilian’s mouth thinned into a hard line, and she hissed under her breath, clearly fed up with the constant dramatics. She had known Beatrice to be emotional, but this outburst—this wailing—was too much.
"You’re being irrational," Lilian snapped, her patience unraveling. "The kingdom needs the defense of its princes, even if it means they must sacrifice themselves. Your husband chose this. You don’t understand it, but it’s his duty."