Hamiya also Prepare Herself for Kane's Wedding

"I can't believe my Hashia is getting married soon, what can I do, she's in love," Hamiya mused aloud, speaking to her trusted maid, Keira, in the quiet of her chambers. Her voice held a mix of disbelief and affection for her daughter.

Keira, ever loyal and quick-witted, responded with a gentle chuckle, "Well, your highness, who wouldn't do anything for love? Look at me, my womb now seems like it's going to explode because of love." Her remark was met with a shared laughter between the two women, a moment of levity amid the weight of impending change.

Hamiya regarded Keira with a fond smile, appreciating her maid's ability to bring humor into even the most solemn of discussions. "You always know how to lighten the mood, Keira," she said warmly, her eyes reflecting a mix of maternal pride and gentle amusement.

As they continued to reminisce about Hashia's journey to love and marriage, Hamiya felt a surge of emotions—pride in her daughter's happiness, a touch of nostalgia for the girl who had grown up too fast, and a deep sense of maternal love that encompassed both joy and a hint of melancholy.

Keira, ever attentive to her mistress's emotions, offered a comforting presence. "It's a wonderful thing, your highness, to see Hashia so happy," she remarked softly, her tone filled with genuine warmth.

Hamiya nodded thoughtfully, her thoughts drifting to memories of Hashia's childhood and the dreams she had once harbored for her daughter's future. "Indeed, Keira," she replied softly. "I only want what's best for her, even if it means letting go."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of distant laughter echoing through the palace corridors, a reminder of the celebrations already underway in honor of Hashia's impending marriage. Hamiya knew that her daughter's happiness was paramount, and she took solace in the knowledge that Hashia had found love—a love that would shape her future and bring her fulfillment.

As evening descended and the palace buzzed with preparations for the wedding festivities, Hamiya and Keira exchanged a knowing glance. Together, they embraced the bittersweetness of letting go and the hopefulness of new beginnings, united in their shared understanding of love's transformative power.

And amidst the joyous chaos of wedding preparations, Hamiya found comfort in Keira's steadfast companionship and unwavering support. They would navigate this transition together, honoring the past while embracing the promise of tomorrow—a testament to the enduring bonds of love and loyalty that bound them as family.

"Yeah, seeing her happy, I am happy too. And that Waden seems like a good guy," Hamiya remarked with a fond smile, her thoughts lingering on her daughter Hashia's upcoming wedding. The pride and joy in her voice were unmistakable as she spoke to Keira, her trusted confidante and maid.

Keira, always perceptive to the nuances of her mistress's emotions, responded thoughtfully, "Hmmm, well Brahman seems like a good man too. Just so you know, he's still waiting for you, especially your forgiveness." She paused, her gaze gentle yet probing. "And when will be the day you tell her about your daughter?"

Hamiya's expression softened, a mixture of emotions flickering across her face. She sighed softly, her thoughts turning inward as she considered Keira's words. The mention of Brahman—a man from her past, whose presence still lingered in the corridors of her heart—stirred memories and unresolved feelings.

"Brahman..." Hamiya murmured, her voice tinged with nostalgia and a hint of regret. She knew that her past with Brahman was a chapter left unfinished, a tale of love and loss that had shaped her in ways she couldn't fully articulate. Despite the passage of time, his steadfast devotion and unwavering love for her had remained a constant presence in her life.

As for Hashia—the daughter she had kept hidden from the world, a secret born of necessity and protection—Hamiya's heart constricted with a pang of guilt. She had made a promise to herself to shield Hashia from the complexities of her royal lineage, to ensure that her daughter could forge her own path free from the burdens of royalty.

"I don't know, Keira," Hamiya finally replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I've kept Hashia's existence hidden for so long. I fear how she will react when she learns the truth." Her words carried the weight of years of secrecy and the weight of responsibility.

Keira nodded empathetically, her expression sympathetic as she placed a reassuring hand on Hamiya's shoulder. "You will know when the time is right, your highness," she offered softly. "Hashia loves you deeply. She will understand."

Hamiya drew a deep breath, grateful for Keira's unwavering support and understanding. As the preparations for Hashia's wedding continued around them, she knew that she would need to confront her past and face the truths she had long kept hidden. For the sake of her daughter's happiness and her own peace of mind, she would find the courage to take that step forward.

"And as for Brahman," Hamiya added quietly, her voice tinged with resolve, "perhaps it is time for forgiveness. For both his sake and mine."

With those words, Hamiya turned her gaze towards the future, her heart heavy yet hopeful. She knew that the journey ahead would be filled with challenges and revelations, but she was determined to embrace it with grace and honesty—for the love of her daughter, for the healing of her own heart, and for the possibility of a new beginning.

In the quiet solitude of her chamber, Hamiya sat in contemplation, her thoughts consumed by her daughter Hashia—known as Kane in the earthly realm, where she had lived a life apart from her mother's royal lineage. The weight of the secret she had carried for so long pressed upon her heart, especially now, as Hashia's wedding approached.

Hamiya traced the intricate patterns of the tapestries adorning her chamber walls, her mind drifting between memories of Hashia's childhood and the uncertainty of their future together. How could she reveal herself to Hashia as her true mother, a celestial being not bound by earthly constraints?

"Kane... my dear Hashia," Hamiya whispered softly to the empty room, the name both familiar and foreign on her lips. She imagined the joy and confusion her revelation could bring to Hashia's life—a life shaped by love, friendship, and a sense of purpose far removed from the realm of royalty and divine heritage.