Queen Iris smiled at us, the kind of smile that didn't feel ceremonial or practiced, but personal.
"Come," she said, gesturing toward the wide bed behind her, layered with soft pillows and embroidered throws. "Sit with me. You both look like you've been holding your breath all evening."
Maribel didn't need to be told twice. She practically bounced over and perched herself on the edge, smoothing her skirt.
I hesitated only a second before joining them, sitting carefully so I didn't strain myself. The mattress dipped slightly beneath my weight, surprisingly comfortable.
Queen Iris sat beside me.
Not across.
Not opposite.
Beside.
She reached out without warning and placed her hand over mine.
Warmth bloomed instantly.
Not heat. Not fire.
Something gentle, like sunlight filtered through silk.
I sucked in a quiet breath as it spread through my arm, into my chest, settling deep in my core.
