The queen wept deeply, not for the devastation wrought by a cruel and greedy man, but for the boy who had become that man. She mourned the loss of the innocent child who once comforted her and provided solace during her pains. Her heart ached for the boy who had now transformed into a figure of darkness, far removed from the gentle spirit he used to be.

In his final moments, the boy's frightened voice echoed in her mind, reflecting his awareness of his own lost potential. He seemed to search for understanding as he confronted the reality of his life, recognizing, albeit too late, that he had strayed from the path of goodness. The queen's tears were for the tragic journey from innocence to despair, a poignant reminder of what he had lost along the way.