Mabel stared at Amelie for a long, silent moment before finally speaking again.
"Did you ever say these things to your own mother?" she asked. "I must admit, you’ve grown bolder since meeting Gabriel. Of course, he’s the reason you speak up now. Back in your pack, you were always the quiet one, who would always listen to the others."
"Mabel, let’s drop it," Raidan interjected gently, reaching for her hand in an attempt to calm the tension.
But Gabriel wasn’t ready to let it go. "No, Dad, we shouldn’t brush this under the rug," he said firmly. "We’re not children anymore. Casaio, Dominick, and I, we’re all over thirty. Yet Mom still treats us like we’re five, incapable of making decisions. And if anyone dares to disagree with her, it becomes an offense."
Sensing that a new tension might create between Gabriel and his mother, Amelie decided to apologize.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty," she said, bowing her head. "I may have spoken out of turn. I truly didn’t mean to upset you."
She could feel Gabriel’s anger rising beside her and gently reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly. With a faint shake of her head, she pleaded with him silently not to push the matter further.
Mabel pulled her hand away from Raidan’s grasp and rose without a word as she turned and walked out of the hall.
Amelie instinctively stood as well, her eyes following the Queen’s retreating figure. A sense of unease twisted in her chest.
"I should go after her," she said softly.
"Don’t," Gabriel said, rising halfway as he gently caught her wrist. "Mom will only blame you or may scold you."
"Let her go," Raidan added with a sigh. "You’ve done nothing wrong, Amelie. Just go after your mother-in-law and find out why she said that."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Amelie said, pulling her hand back from Gabriel’s grip.
"Mom will only hurt you," he said, again catching her wrist.
"I need to properly apologize to her," she insisted, her gaze meeting Gabriel’s. "I never wanted to disrespect her."
Gabriel searched her eyes, then slowly released her hand.
Amelie quietly followed the path Queen Mabel had taken. Her steps slowed as she caught sight of the Queen standing still in the corridor, her back turned, just outside her private quarters.
"Speak," Mabel said, not bothering to turn around.
Amelie took a steadying breath. "I... I only said it because I’ve seen how deeply Brother Casaio has been hurt by what his mate did to him. I understand that, as his mother, you know him better than anyone. But I felt I needed to say something because sometimes, harsh words cut deeper than you realize."
At that, Mabel slowly turned on her heels, facing her. Her expression was composed but stern.
"I want Casaio to move on from Zilia as quickly as possible," Mabel began, her voice even but sharp. "And yes, you did cross a line. You questioned how I raised my children, and that is not your place."
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