Back in his room, Mikhailis let out a sigh of relief as the door clicked shut behind him. Queen Elowen had gone for her duties, leaving him alone in their shared chambers, as usual. He could picture her in the grand throne room, surrounded by advisors and aides, her expression composed as she listened, thought, and made decisions that could shape the future of the kingdom. Life as a queen wasn't easy—especially for Elowen, who wasn't just a figurehead but a real ruler who made wise decisions and whose people depended on her. It wasn't like those royalty from the stories who sat in their luxurious chambers doing nothing but eat grapes.
Still, Mikhailis had a small smile on his face as he thought about her. She had dependable people around her—Aelthrin, Vyrelda, Selerith, and even that stern lady Cerys. It wasn't like she was alone in this.
