Queen Isabella, her gaze lingering in Viana. 'It is a difficult parting, of course, for a mother's heart. But we leave our daughter in your capable hands, confident in your wisdom and your care."
She touched Viana's cheek, her eyes tearful. "She is our treasure, truly. We hope she proves to be yours as well."
Viana felt a pang of a sudden longing, an ache in her chest as she looked at her parents. She knew the immense effort it had taken for them to travel here, unannounced, to face the Valendale Emperor's initial wrath, all for her sake, for Elysia's future.
Their display of humility, their willingness to accept this temporary limbo for the engagement, was a clear demonstration of good faith.
King Clive approached Viana, taking her hands in his. His grip was firm, reassuring.
"Be strong, my daughter, as you always are. Show them the true spirit of Elysia."
