"My grieving is still fresh, and I don't plan to enter another relationship any time soon. I just want to stop hiding from the world and start living a bit." The First Queen said.
"Forgive our insolence, Your Majesty." Sylpha dropped to her knee in shame, realizing how shocked her expression must have been for Tyris to read her mind like an open book. "Also, with all due respect, fresh?
"You've mourned our beloved Valeron Griffon for over seven hundred years. No one would blame you even if you remarried tomorrow."
'Whose side are you on, woman?' Meron inwardly groaned.
"Thank you, Sylpha." Tyris' cheeks flushed in such a lovely manner that the King could already count four wars on the horizon. "Can we go back to the Ishara issue, please?"
"No!" Sylpha replied, hungry for gossip about the Guardian's personal life after decades of nothing. "I mean, yes. Is there something else we should know about them?"
