Chapter 911

It was late at night when all was quiet. Someone appeared in the west palace. Martin did not let anyone accompany him as he walked slowly into the palace alone. He came to Helene's bedside and touched her dry chestnut-colored hair. Aurelia also had hair of the same color. He took a deep breath, feeling the urge to cry rising in his throat. Time really flew by. The siblings who used to pick seashells by the beach were now both in middle age. Everything had changed, yet everything remained the same. Helene was sleeping soundly, holding onto the small pillow even in her dreams. Martin tried to move it, but it was held too tightly, and he could not take it away. He smiled gently, tears shining in his eyes. "I know you all think I should give the throne to Aurelia, don't you?" The light in Martin's eyes gradually returned. There were now hints of sincerity and nonchalance. He spoke to himself at Helene's bedside. "I really didn't expect Aurelia to be your daughter and my niece. "My