"Sigh"
From within the quiet of the cottage, Victoria rose. Her figure passed through the doorway, partially veiled by shadow, before light spilled over her like a gentle tide. It traced the lines of her form, unveiling her fully as she stepped outside, serene yet heavy with unspoken gravity.
Qonas noticed her then froze. Shock struck him like a bolt of lightning, his breath hitching as his hand began to tremble. Before thought could catch up, his body moved on its own, folding into a bow so deep it bordered on surrender.
He too was divine, a king in his own right. Yet Victoria stood beyond that simple truth. She was immortal, aligned with the domain of life, born of a monarch whose name carried weight across eras. In the vast scope of existence, she was not merely powerful but pivotal.
