You don't need my help, do you, Your Highness?

Uzana's smile faded a bit as he observed her careful examination of each baby, noting the increasing distress in her eyes.

Finally, Sophia stopped beside a crib where a small boy lay sleeping peacefully. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing the soft blanket that swaddled him.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, a silent plea echoing within her that one of childreen here might be hers.

Sophia's gaze hardened as she turned sharply to Uzana, who wore a taunting smile that did little to mask the challenge in his words.

"You don't need my help, do you, Your Highness? To recognize your own child," Uzana said softly, his voice laced with mocking undertones. "Surely you couldn't possibly forget your own child, could you?"

His question stung, a pointed reminder of her lost memories and the vulnerabilities they exposed. Sophia's heart clenched at the implication, her maternal instincts warring with the fragmented shards of her past.