The mini Shwet's eyes were clear, showing no sign of fear as he looked back to his mother, "He is being punished for being a naughty kid like me, right?" His tone was oozing with childish innocence, unaware about what actually happened to the wounded boy, "So please forgive him too, ma!"
Her confusion dissipated as only the surprise left in her wide eyes.
"Pffftt," she chuckled, her sweet voice reverberating in the dark cell. This son of hers was truly a naive but kind soul, she thought as she touched his face gently, "Why would I punish him? I came here to give him food."
"Really?"
"Of course, take a look," said the queen as she showed her son the food placed down on the floor.