I pointed at Emily's photo on his bedroom wall.
"She is the queen of Flousia! She is your queen! Don't you ever leave her again! She's pregnant, Kyle! She's carrying your child, your heir! I am pregnant. I am carrying your niece or your nephew. Grandpa will come back after the coronation. Don't you dare let me welcome him with a broken heart! I will never allow you to sacrifice yourself!" I burst out crying.
I know I looked like a mess and I was getting anxious again. He stood up and rushed towards me, holding me on the shoulders.
