"She she... divorced you."

Now, with Liam in this tormented state, she realised her plan was set in motion. Determined, she rose from her seat and made her way towards her son's chambers.

As Ava approached, she could sense the heaviness in the air, an unspoken turmoil that had taken hold of her son. The dimly lit corridors seemed to echo his inner struggle. With each step, her resolve hardened, fueled by her ambition and the belief that she knew what was best for her son.

Meanwhile, King Liam stood outside his wife's chambers, his heart heavy with torment. As he pushed open the door, the room greeted him with an eerie darkness. Something was unmistakably wrong. The air carried a strange scent, and the furniture seemed out of place as if replaced.