Chapter 42: The Hero Celebration

Rycer stood tall and noble, his waist-length, form-fitting coat and pants were the color of darkest night. His muscular form was emphasized by the bright blue piping on his coat. The commander’s eyes seemed to glow like embers in a fire, and his hair had been brushed to a sleek, shining brown crown.

“Vesta,” he said breathlessly. “The stars of the universe don’t shine as brightly as you tonight.”

Vesta’s mother clapped a hand on her heart and looked at her husband.

“Let’s go,” said Brille. “We are running a little late!”

Rycer reached out his hand, and without hesitation, Vesta placed her hand in his. He never took his eyes off of the young woman, and they rested on the necklace she wore proudly. She squeezed his hand and they smiled.