The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting a silver glow across the quiet room. Seated on Caelen's lap, nestled close against his chest, was the Goblin Queen. Her soft skin shimmered under the pale light as her green hair brushed gently against his cheek. The two of them sat in silence, watching the stars glimmer in the heavens, the world beyond the glass quiet and still.
"I heard you named the goblins," the Queen said softly, her voice a whisper against the night.
Caelen's hand rested calmly on her back. "Yes, I did."
She lifted her gaze to meet his. "Then… I want you to name me as well."
Caelen blinked, slightly surprised. "Why? You already have a name."
Her cheeks turned crimson as she averted her eyes. "Because… I belong to you now. I want to bear the name you give me… just like the rest."
Caelen's eyes softened.
He smiled. "Then how about… Nyra?"
She repeated it like it was a sacred chant. "Nyra…"
"You don't like it?" he asked.
