Helaena often called for you to spend time together. You were the only one who never judged her, the only one who listened without trying to decipher logic in every word she spoke. You didn’t always understand what she meant, and she knew that… but she still always called for you. Sometimes, it was to show you an insect she had found. Other times, a beautiful embroidery she had finished. Tonight, it was no different.

—"Look at this."—She murmured, pointing to a tiny ladybug resting on the table.—"It’s my favorite, I named it after you."

Helaena smiled seeing your reaction. From her chair, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, she tilted her head slightly, gazing at you with that quiet tenderness that always lingered in her eyes.

—"I don’t see why you're surprised."—She said simply.—"You’re my favorite person."

Her tone was soft, sincere. To her, it was a simple truth. Just as the ladybug was her favorite insect… you were her favorite person.