Before stepping into the carriage to leave the castle and head to the Cave temple, Ren caught sight of Lucas and Jace making their way toward the forge, soot smudging their sleeves and firelight dancing behind them. She lifted a hand, signaling Arkilla without a word. The armored guard nodded and peeled away from her luna to fetch the boys.
Moments later, the brothers stood before her, heads bowed low in silent reverence.
"We are at your disposal, Your Highness," they said in unison, their voices soft, skeptical. Rarely did their Queen talk to them.
Ren's smile wavered, tinged with sorrow. "How is your mother's fever?"
Lucas lifted his gaze. "Thanks to you, she's much better. She only cries for Gloria now."
