Three months had passed since Damian's funeral.
Three months of playing the grieving widow. Three months of ruling alone. Three months of gathering evidence while Damian recovered in secret.
And now, the official mourning period was over.
Selene stood in her chambers being dressed by servants. Not in mourning black this time. In royal crimson and gold. The colors of the kingdom. The colors of power.
It felt wrong. Like betrayal. Even knowing Damian was alive, even having spoken with him through Mara just yesterday, wearing these colors felt like moving on. Like forgetting.
"You look beautiful, Your Majesty," one servant said. Adjusting the gold embroidery on the crimson gown. "The kingdom will be pleased to see their Queen in color again."
