Fire's Determination
My father hummed, making my mother’s head shoot up just in time to catch Gil’s quick retreat.
I sighed, burying my face in my hands. No matter how badly I wished to postpone our departure, time wasn’t going to allow for that.
Suddenly, I felt my mother's delicate touch on my shoulder, “I'm sorry, Lyra. I know in another time—if things were different—Gil could've been your Consort.” My head shot up in mortification, she must have read it as surprise because she continued on as if she needed to explain the dynamics to me. “Once he becomes your official Right Hand, you'll be together all the time. It's common for the Queen Mage and her Right Hand to develop feelings and become more than just a
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