"Arkilla, please come closer," Ren called, seated in an alcove beside her aunt as they shared a pot of tea. Beyond the arched window, the flower gardens stretched into view, wild and radiant beneath the waning breath of spring, the last days of the season in Jaigara, the capital of Alvonia. It was heavily raining but the garden still looked nerve-soothing.
"Aunt Eve, this is my friend, Arkilla. She has been protecting me ever since I entered Thegara."
Arkilla bowed her head. "It is my honor, Luna Queen."
Aunt Eve smiled, nodding in quiet approval.
"Thank you, Arkilla, for watching over my precious niece."
"Please don't mention it," Arkilla replied, her tone crisp. "I only hope Alvonia knows how to value her this time. My queen is not some object to be sold."
