Queen Cyra.
Kingdom of Luminous Fairies.
The moonlight pours into the crystalline chamber like liquid silver. Entrancing. Beautiful. Memories flood me. Threatening to buckle my boldness. Memories of a last I once shared with my sister.
I stand at the center, draped in robes of pale starlight, my silver-blonde hair unbound, falling like mist around my shoulders. The Luminous Court stands silent behind me, rows of ethereal fairies whose wings pulse with soft, steady light. My decision weighs heavy in the stillness.
Below the vaulted arches, my husband steps forward.
My King, love of my life. Tall, radiant, cloaked in light spun from morning dew. His power, incomparable amongst the Fairy Kings. His kindness, nothing to be seen amongst the land of men and fairies.