Vamara’s condition slowly improved over the passing days with Celeste by her side as a trusted companion.
A change that shook the castle in whispers as to how Celeste could change the queen mother’s behavior in just mere days.
Yet Celeste hadn’t paid mind to these rumors as her concerns were on Vamara who she had come to love and protect.
The quiet hours were filled with Celeste telling stories, braiding Vamara’s hair into a beautiful single long plait, and adorning it with flowers the queen seemed to love.
The lingering sadness in Vamara’s eyes hinted at memories of her daughter, but Celeste never rushed her—she let the queen speak only when ready.
She watched as Vamara tenderly nurtured the plants in the small green room adjacent to her chambers until she tired herself out.
“Iris
