Fey's Stand [Part-3]
"And you made it feel like home," Mira whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she clasped her hands together. She swallowed, steadying herself before continuing, "You made us your wives."
A flicker passed through the hall—something quiet, something heavy.
Mira's gaze dropped for a second before lifting again, her eyes glistening. "You made us… important."
Lilyn stood still for a moment longer than the others. Then she stepped forward, just enough to meet Leon's eyes directly. There was no hesitation in her now.
"But…"
The word lingered.
The air shifted.
Fey moved again—this time fully stepping ahead of the others. Not forcefully, not aggressively… but with a quiet kind of certainty. Like someone who had already chosen her path and wasn't turning back.
"…we don't want to lose who we were."
The words didn't echo.
They settled.
Heavy. Real.
Leon's fingers, resting against the armrest of his throne, went still.
