There was a hardened resolve in Kyllian's eyes. He stopped before her, not saying a word.
She stepped into his arms.
For a moment, she let the tears come. Quiet, graceful sobs that shook her shoulders as she clung to Kyllian. Kyllian held her tightly, his chin resting on her head, and even he closed his eyes against the ache in his chest.
"Your highness…" Kyllian said gently.
"Would you quit calling me that?" Ravena sniffed. Her hand moved instinctively to wipe her tears, but they kept falling. Her daughter — her Luna — was no longer theirs.
"You didn't cry when she got married," he said, hoping to lighten the mood, but his words lacked their intended playfulness. "How come you are crying now?"
"I don't know, Kyllian," Ravena answered with a broken breath, her voice trembling. "I feel like I have finally lost her. We have finally lost her."
