Luna Serene was already seated when they were brought in.
She sat in the smaller receiving room — not the grand one they had been in the day before but a quieter space, warmer, with a low fire going in the corner and morning light coming through curtains that had been pulled back just enough. Beren was in her arms, asleep, his cheek pressed against her shoulder and his fist curled loosely under his chin.
She looked up when the three of them entered and her face did the thing it always did — settled into something that managed to be both welcoming and completely in charge at the same time.
“Come in.” She said quietly, with the particular quietness of someone holding a sleeping baby and expecting the room to adjust accordingly. “Sit down.”
There were three chairs arranged in a loose half
