"I mean, how did this even happen?" Rave was pacing now, a full monologue boiling out of her. "Why is the Moon Goddess doing this? What kind of twisted cosmic test is this? Oh, my poor baby! My baby! Where is she?!"
"Come on, Rave," Magnus tried gently, arms tentatively extended. "You don't want her to see you like this. She'll feel responsible. Come on… come here."
To his mild surprise and eternal gratitude to all the deities, she actually stepped into his arms. A hiccup of a sob shook through her petite frame.
Honestly, Magnus thought, as he wrapped his arms around his queen, she wasn't reacting half as bad as he had feared. He'd imagined this conversation ending with a shattered window and himself walking away without his royal jewels—literally.
"You have to fix this, Magnus," Rave said into his chest. It was less a request, more a royal decree.
"I will," he said softly and reassuringly.
