Lira's POV:
“Lira,” my father whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “you’re home.”
“I’ve missed you, Father,” I breathed, holding him tightly. It felt like the weight of years had lifted in that one moment.
Kaden, my husband, ever so silent, stood by my side. I glanced at him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, his face softened. “You’re home now, Lira,” he said, his voice low, as if speaking to me was the only thing that mattered.
Luna Gabby, my mother, was already making arrangements. “Let’s prepare a banquet,” she said, a gentle smile on her lips. “It’s only right for your return.”
I nodded, still trying to grasp the reality of being back here, in the warmth of my family’s embrace, after the struggles of surviving Zara rebellion and the forest.
The maids hurried,
