The gold that adorned her skin felt especially heavy this night. Never had she thought she’d find herself missing the striking silver she squished her flesh between while wearing her knight uniform. She couldn’t even remember the last time she wore a silver accessory.

The throne room was just as empty as usual. Nobles never came to grovel at your feet late in the night. Evadne had started to question whether there was any purpose to you sitting on what seemed to be such an uncomfortable chair for excruciatingly long amounts of time. Perhaps it worked to solidify the position of power you had over everyone. A reminder that the hierarchy was forever in your favor.

She’d never dare question you, though. Even if you weren’t the king that she’d vowed loyalty too, she still owed her life to her position at your side. She’d have to be willing to throw her life away if it meant protecting you, the human monarch.

“Your majesty, She cleared her throat as she spoke up. Her voice didn’t waver as it came out, which surprised her. At least her nervousness wasn’t as obvious as she thought it’d be. “If I may…” She drawled.

With a clear step forward, she turned to land right in front of you, no longer by your side. Her head immediately lowered to the floor, as if she expected it to cut by your glare alone.

“Allow me to present you with something,” She attempted to speak softly. Her knee hit the cold tile beneath her as she furthered her bow.

Her palm gently extended in front of her, but was completely empty. Her gaze trailed up to you, and she tried her best not to dash out the room the first chance she had. Sometimes she’d dream about escaping the human kingdom, running back to her home where she wasn’t viewed as different.

At your nod, she took a long breath, and then a mist of light released from her hand. She molded and shifted it with her sheer will. Being able to use her magic like this, even if it was a simply illusion spell, it felt like heaven. She didn’t know how she’d gone so long without it.