“Her Highness is as beautiful as always.” A soft voice compliments while she takes her seat opposite her.
“You flatter me, child. I am old and yet my son is still out there… looking for the unknown.”
The girl in front of her shyly looks at her at the mention of her son. Blushing like the maiden that she is. Indeed, no one can compare towards the future king of the Faeries. Whether status, looks, or even power, no one came near.
“I heard of your… tragedy.” She starts, trying to give comfort as she holds the girl’s hand gently.
The girl gives a sad smile, her eyes looking down at her cup while the hand that was holding her gives a squeeze full of pity.
She was mentioning the girl’s mate who tragically died before she could even meet them. This girl had just turned seventeen, a girl in h
