The celebration still echoed through the stone halls of Moon Castle. Cheers had faded into reverent awe. Anastasia stood at the edge of the courtyard, her golden-red glow dimmed, her body quiet, but her heart restless.
Queen Selene approached, her hands folded delicately in front of her. Her face was gentle, but there was a lingering caution in her eyes—as if she feared that at any moment, this miracle child might vanish into legend once again.
“My dear Anastasia,” the Queen said softly, “you have brought honor, peace, and life to our kingdom. We are forever in your debt.”
Anastasia turned, bowing her head slightly. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The Queen reached out, gently taking her hand. “The King and I wish to ask something of you… a favor, if your heart permits.”
“I’m listening.”
