"Should we move, then?" Christina asked, genuine happiness filling her voice as she looked between Amael and Myrcella. There was something deeply satisfying about having Myrcella standing there with them again, dressed for an occasion like this and, for once, allowing herself to be part of the family gathering instead of keeping her distance.
Still, there was one thing missing.
Connor.
If he had been there, the feeling would have been complete, almost like the old days when the three of them could stand together without all the distance, misunderstandings, and wounds that had accumulated over the years.
"You want to get inside already?" Myrcella asked, crossing her arms as her gaze shifted toward the building ahead of them.
Guests continued to arrive through the gates, filling the courtyard with voices, conversation, and movement, while the occasional carriage rolled past beneath the watchful eyes of the White Knights.
