Penelope nodded. She will be fine, she will believe him and give this grief a home. And in the future, she would learn to visit it from time to time and smile fondly at it when it displayed sweet memories to her in every single detail.
Neera would always be a gift she would treasure till her last day.
"And Neera would want you to be happy," Azriel said. "Remember her, Pen, but be happy while doing so."
"I am happy," Penelope grinned shyly at him. "I have got you by my side."
Azriel turned to fully face her. She had gotten used to seeing him in such fine outfits now, and his hair long, and it suited him more. There was a restlessness to him as his eyes darted around the throne room, and Penelope didn't know if to be concerned.
"I have asked you this before," Azriel said. "But it was hastily, and there was a war then, but allow me to do it properly."
