The days blurred together as our anniversary approached, the castle humming with its usual rhythm—royal correspondence, endless meetings with advisors, soldiers marching in the courtyards, the occasional shriek of a startled noble stumbling into Kaelith's path.
Through it all, Malvoria's mind remained elsewhere: two years married to Elysia. Two years of chaos, laughter, fierce arguments and even fiercer reconciliations, learning how to live not as a lone queen but as a partner and now, most importantly, now as a mother.
Yet with that new role came an unexpected challenge.
Anniversaries before had been simpler—Elysia swept off to a secret dining hall lit by floating candles, or a midnight flight over the demon peaks with wine and fruit tucked into Malvoria's cloak.
Now, with Kaelith walking (and sometimes flying) about the halls, those sorts of spontaneous romantic gestures had become… more complicated.
