It was hours later before Lyria and Wallace emerged from the Queen’s chambers, the sun high in the sky and the castle abuzz with activity. Lyria was much beloved of the servants and other castle residents, and they were pleased to have their Luna Queen back. Not only that, but they were pleased to see their King content in mind and spirit.
Wallace held Lyria’s hand, running his thumb gently over hers. For her part, Lyria squeezed his hand, her face a pretty, pale pink blush from the morning’s exertions. Both of them walked through the halls as if they had not a care in the world.
And for a moment, that was true. Lyria’s dark fear and Wallace’s bright anger over the ordeal of the last few days seemed but a distant memory, and their love was like a protective haze, a fog that kept the oth
