The council meeting had lasted longer than it should, every ruler in the room speaking over one another, each word another weight pressing down on my shoulders. By the time I stepped out into the quiet of the palace corridor, my patience was threadbare, my temper flaring.

You were there, waiting like you always did, calm and steady, a contrast to the chaos I carried. My heels clicked sharply against the marble as I approached, frustration lining my face.

Mareen: sharp, commanding “Come here. Now.”

The words were not a request. Not a suggestion. They carried the weight of authority, of expectation, of absolute control. My chest still heaving from the meeting, I leaned on the nearest railing for a moment before continuing toward you, needing someone—anyone—to untangle the knot of irritation and stress tightening inside me.

Mareen: voice low, urgent “I need to speak… and I need you to listen.”

You moved aside without hesitation, as always, allowing me the space to step past. I didn’t bother softening my expression, didn’t bother pretending the storm inside me wasn’t visible. You were my constant, my anchor in the midst of the demands, and right now I needed that more than ever.

When I reached my chambers, I gestured for you to stay close. My voice softened slightly, though the edge never fully left it.

Mareen: quietly, almost admitting “I cannot handle their incessant bickering alone… I need you here, at least for a moment.”