As Merea rejoined Diana, Lila, and Varion, she felt the weight of the day lifting from her shoulders as her husband's kiss graced her temple. It was a small gesture, but it brought her a sense of comfort and reassurance that she sorely needed.
Diana approached Merea tentatively, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of longing. "M'lady," she began, her words soft yet earnest, "Do ye know anythin' about me Mother?"
Merea's smile faltered for a moment, her expression shifting as she considered Diana's question. Memories flickered behind her eyes, bittersweet and fleeting. "I do," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and fondness. "She was a dear friend of mine, but even more so to the Queen."
Then her mentor frowned. "But what Countess Morvina said was correct. We
