Aurielle reveled in the moment, sitting cross-legged atop a makeshift throne of vines and flowers that the warriors had crafted in her honor.
She accepted offerings of exotic fruits and drinks with a wink and playful banter, effortlessly winning over even the most skeptical of the warriors.
Sorya stood nearby, observing with a quiet fondness she wouldn't readily admit. Despite Aurielle's irreverence, she couldn't deny the profound impact the new queen had made.
The jungle was alive again, and her people were safe, all thanks to Aurielle's unorthodox methods.
…
As the celebration wound down, Aurielle stood, brushing off petals that had landed on her violet-flux-infused robes.
She stretched dramatically, her eyes sparkling. "Well, this has been fun, but I've got more continents to save, more corruption to obliterate, and more crowns to collect."
Sorya raised an eyebrow, her emerald gaze steady. "You're leaving?"
