The day had undoubtedly been long, but nothing had made it longer than the stubborn woman who kept poking the young king in every place that hurt.
Anyone who didn't know would have assumed that she had been doing it on purpose, but she wasn't. Then again, what if she was? Hera had been known to the people of Alexei as an extremely caring and loyal Luna queen.
She was their hope whenever there was trouble.
Granted, Angelo always did his part, but the people feared him.
Naturally, his state as an alpha demanded more respect even if they interacted frequently. He had isolated himself for a while when he first came to Alexei, not to mention his obsession with cinnamon that had gotten the whole of Alexei smelling like a cinnamon factory.
They hadn't complained then and wouldn't ever complain. This, however, didn't earn they didn't respect their Luna. She was only more approachable than the mad king who would kill first and consult later.
