"How is she doing? Any improvement?" The Queen asked the royal physician as they both stood beside Tyra's bed, while Ivan stood by the window.
"She is still unconscious and weak," the royal physician said, and the queen sighed.
"Do you have any idea how long she is going to be this way?" Ivan asked, but the royal physician shook his head.
"That, I cannot say."
"You can leave," the Queen said, and the royal physician bowed to them before walking away in fear. He had every reason to be scared now because the entire kingdom was suddenly in a mess.
"That's the thing I hate about Omegas. They are so weak," Ivan said with disapproval, and the Queen turned to glare at him.
"Don't speak about your sister in such a manner," she scolded, but Ivan paid no heed to her words.
"See how pathetic she looks," Ivan continued with a shake of his head. "It's so difficult to acknowledge her as my sister." He said with disgust.
