Kesiray's POV Queen Aranazelia stood in the doorway of my room, hands clasped in front of her, looking guilty, which was strange. I had never seen the queen look anything but unwavering wisdom and serenity. Her usually sparkling magnificent eyes were dark, void of happiness or peace. Savion had taken several steps from her, bowing his head and casting his gaze on the floor. Even without her ethereal glow, her process was still intimidating, and her wings only fit through the door as she stepped further into the room. Solaris was on his feet, hand on my shoulder, blinking. "Queen Aranazelia," I said, bowing my head to her and signaling Solaris to do the same. He obeyed. "Please," she said, holding up a hand. "Forget the formalities. I've come here to apologize." Words were lost to me;

