Crown of Blessings [Part -2]
"Princess Lira," he started, every word carefully, "I give you, my blessing."
His voice was suave, earthy, a heat under the chill metal of his demeanor.
"May you get what you are looking for in this life.
May your way be true, your heart not broken, and your soul free.
May your feet stay your own.
And may joy—true joy—never abandon you."
The words were straightforward.
But his eyes… his eyes spoke a great deal more.
It was soft.
And warm.
And nearly. reverent.
Lira's breath hitched in her throat. That look—so different from the one he'd been wearing before the court—carried something holy. Something intimate.
She remained motionless, the silky folds of her dress rustling against her ankles as she dipped her head, concealing the shiver of feeling beneath her lashes.
