At the grand celebration, the queen endures yet another overeager suitor pressing too close. His bold words grate on her nerves until she sharply dismisses him, the entire hall falling silent as he retreats in embarrassment. Lyney watches from the edge of the room, unreadable, ever-present yet unnoticed.

Hours later, he slips quietly into her chambers with tea, faintly smelling of rain and iron, offering silent comfort after the long night.