Moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a silvery glow that gently illuminated the room. My queen lays on the ornate bed, her silhouette casting a gorgeous shadow against the soft covers.
The sight of her peaceful slumber brought a bittersweet mix of emotions to my heart. I approached the bed with a mixture of tenderness and weariness, my gaze softening as I watched her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest a comforting rhythm.
My fingers brushed against a loose strand of Philippa's dark hair, a touch light as a feather. I couldn't help but marvel at the woman before me-the strength in her eyes, the determination in her actions, the unwavering commitment she had shown to both him and the kingdom.
