Storm wasn't the only one enjoying the show. King Liam was standing by watching. He was standing beside an ornate garden bench, his eyes fixed on Selena, as she darted around the moonlit garden. In her hands, she clutched a small knitted hat, desperately trying to coax Alfie out of hiding. Though his face remained stoic, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
As Selena hopped over a bed of flowers, her soft laughter carried through the night, like a melody only he could hear. Liam admired her spirit, her uninhibited joy that seemed to illuminate the darkness. She seemed to be easily impressed by the simplest of things.
The night air suddenly grew colder, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves and causing Liam to shiver slightly. Conley approached him and said, "Your Majesty, perhaps Queen Selena should retire inside. It's getting quite chilly."
