Merina approached Isola, the morning sun filtering through the window and casting a gentle glow on her features.
She placed a comforting hand on Isola's shoulder, and, with a soothing tone, began, "Isola, there's no need to fret over this. I am happy things turned out this way."
Isola looked up, surprise evident in her eyes, "Merina... after what you've seen, you truly don't think it's... disgraceful? I am not even his wife."
A gentle smile graced Merina's face, "How can it be shameful when two people like each other and act on their feelings? It's a beautiful thing, even if the world around us might not understand. The royal consort has endured so much pain over the years. I've tried, in my own ways, to ease his burdens, but I've always known that I couldn't completely fill the void in his heart. With you, though...the chance of him being happy will definitely be more."
