Damien sat across from Queen Lareen, his posture relaxed but his mind sharp as he asked, "You mentioned a place that could help me get back faster. What city are you referring to?"
Just as the queen opened her mouth to respond, the doors to the chamber swung open.
Lizella stepped inside, her breath slightly uneven as if she had rushed to get there.
She immediately greeted her mother and Damien, before moving to take a seat nearby.
Queen Lareen raised a brow. "And what brings you here this early?"
Lizella folded her arms, smiling slightly.
"I couldn't miss out on Damien's departure," she said, her voice light but firm. "If I did, I'd probably curse myself until my dying breath. Or at least until fate decided to bring us together again."
Both Queen Lareen and Damien chuckled at her dramatic words.
"How poetic," Damien mused, smirking. "But you do know we'll probably meet again, right?"
Lizella shrugged, pretending to be unconvinced. "Maybe."
