"I have heard everything about your plan from Max," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.
"I understand your desire for my son to assist you in your quest for the throne, and I will support you with all that I have. But the honor you plan to bestow upon me..." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
As Anna's voice faltered, Clyde sensed the restlessness etched in the furrow of her brows. Gently, he grasped Anna's gnarled hand, his touch comforting.
"What is it?" Clyde's voice was soft, a hint of understanding in his tone. "You raised me. It's thanks to you that I've grown into the big man I am today. Don't you want to be my mother once again?"
His words held a gentle reassurance, offering solace in the midst of uncertainty.
Anna's eyes dropped to the ground, her fingers trembling slightly. The weight of Clyde's words hung heavy in the air, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.
