When Lady Cyan paid a visit to her son, her perfect brows furrowed at the sight of the little diamond white tiger that curled his bloodied body in the corner of the room. He was barely alive after the torture that he received from Alan.
She knew his son well and this sight didn't surprise her, but she didn't like the sight of blood, especially in something so unorganized like this room.
She couldn't even tell this was a crown prince's room, because everything inside had been broken while shards of glasses littered the entire floor.
"Mother…" Alan called her, but he stopped approaching Lady Cyan when he noticed dissatisfaction on her beautiful face.
"Prepare another room for the Crown Prince," Lady Cyan said, as she turned around and walked out of the room. Alan followed her.
