Queen Lyra stood in her private garden, a place where all four elements bloomed in harmony. Kieran's air spirits danced with Blaze's flame flowers, while Caspian's water features nourished Thorin's earth magic.
"Still seems surreal sometimes," she murmured as her Guardians joined her.
"What does?" Blaze asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind while the others formed a protective circle around them.
"All of this. You four. Being loved so completely by each of you in your own unique way."
"Get used to it," Caspian said with rare humor. "We're not going anywhere."
"Ever," Kieran added firmly.
"For eternity," Thorin rumbled.
As the twin moons rose overhead, casting silver light across their intertwined figures, Lyra knew she had found something rarer than magic itself—a love that was both vast and intimate, powerful and gentle, as endless as the elements themselves.
She was their Queen, and they were her everything.