The church was packed.Despite the morning chill, the faithful had gathered in full strength, seeking warmth in worship. A solemn hymn rose gently through the cathedral's high arches, the choir’s voices echoing like whispers to the heavens.Near the center, seated in quiet dignity, were the King and Queen. Their presence was both revered and comforting. Beside them sat Miriam, clothed in a gentle yellow. Though simple in dress, her renewed radiance was unmistakable—health returning to her cheeks, grace in her bearing. She sat upright, smiling faintly as the Queen leaned close to speak, and the King placed a hand gently at her back.Their unity was warm, intimate—like the easing of sorrow shared.Not far off, Isis sat with her daughter Rhea, their figures draped in dark veils. Though positioned in the row ahead, they seemed somehow removed from the gathering’s spirit. Isis’s hands were tightly clasped in her lap, her jaw set. Her gaze, cold and narrowed, lingered on the gentle gestures
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