"You really are leaving?" she asked. She had grown accustomed to Lucivar's constant presence in the castle.
"I'm tired, Luna. I should have retired a long time ago, but you and the king were playing hide and seek," Lucivar teased, the faintest grin tugging at his lips.
Luna laughed softly. "Yeah, we did do that," she said. She looked up at him. "Thank you for standing by me."
"You are a magnificent queen. One that will be spoken of for centuries, even after you are gone. I am proud of you," he said. There was no flattery here, only truth, and Luna felt it resonate deep within her chest.
She smiled, and bowed slightly as she carried the baby back into the room.
Once she was out of earshot, Lucivar exhaled. "She isn't going to listen, is she?"
"No way in hell." Morvakar responded.
"Werewolves really do not know how to share," he muttered.
"Took you long enough to figure that out," Morvakar said dryly, earning a low chuckle from Lucivar.
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