Queen Lareen remained bowed, ignoring Damien's gesture for her to rise.
She had decided the depth of her gratitude was not something to be dismissed lightly.
Only when she was fully satisfied with her bow did she straighten, her silver eyes calm yet resolute as they met Damien's gaze.
She clapped her hands once, signaling the guards around her.
"Provide accommodations for my daughter's companions and ensure they are well taken care of," she commanded. "They are to be treated as honored guests."
The guards bowed swiftly and began making arrangements.
Then, she turned back to Damien.
"For you, a separate place of rest has been prepared," she added. "You are the savior of our princess, and our people will show you the respect you have earned."
Damien exhaled lightly. 'Savior of the princess, huh?'
It felt strange being addressed like that, but he let it slide.
A different guard approached, prepared to lead him away—
But before Damien followed, he turned back to Queen Lareen.
