"How are you really doing?" Nyella asked softly.
Something in her gentle tone got to Aeron's frustration. His chest was still tight from his earlier argument with Varek, but hearing her voice, really hearing it, made him pause.
He blinked, as if he was realizing for the first time that it was her. Princess Nyella. He hadn't seen her in so long, not since the end of the war. And now… here she was, standing in front of him, alive.
"I'm… surviving, your highness" Aeron finally said, as his voice was now calming down. Then he smirked faintly. "Isn't that what you are? Your Highness? Isn't that what I'm supposed to call you?"
Nyella laughed softly. "Not for you," she said, shaking her head. "You just call me Ella, like you used to."
He couldn't help but smile back. "Alright… Ella."
Nyella tilted her head. "How's Draco? How's he doing?"
