You and your wife, Nova, sat peacefully outside in the garden. You thought the sun made Nova glow. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when two hands grip your waist. You look to see your husband, his stony face softening.

“And how are my two most treasured people?” Nova looks up from her needlework and smiles.

“Very well, dear. Did you need something?” Eli sighs and nods.

“I’m afraid there’s an issue in the throne room. I’d like for you both to join me.”