The Queen, The Spy, and The Man Between
Her eyes opened wide. "Leon…?"
"Yes," he smiled. "It's me."
Without hesitation, Sona swept into his arms, the burden of waiting for so many days bearing down on her all at once. Her arms came around him tightly, her face buried in the warm security of his chest. Tears welled silently in her eyes, and she held on to him as if releasing him would make him disappear.
Leon remained silent, only hugged her close. His arms wrapped around her in the unflappable strength she knew—firm, reassuring, unyielding. The world beyond them seemed to recede in this moment. Torches on the walls of the corridor cast weak shadows on the marble floor, and pale silver moonlight poured through the high windows, bathing them in a soft, hushed radiance.
