The Throne Room was a mess.
Half the roof was missing, torn away by the Void magic. The golden carpet was stained with black ichor. Emperor Leonis was currently using a priceless silk tapestry to bandage Prince Bastion's arm.
But amidst the ruins, the family was finally whole.
Primrose sat on the marble steps of the dais, deactivating her Silver Tails to conserve mana. She looked around.
Caspian (checking Orion for injuries), Lucien (sharpening his daggers), Rajah (gnawing on a leg of roasted mutton he found in the kitchens), and Rurik (trying to get static electricity out of his fur).
Cassian (fixing his monocle), Jax (looking traumatized but alive, clutching a crossbow), and Luna (handing out waterskins).
Arjun, Vali, Silas, Jasper, Orion, Clover, and Ellia.
"We are all here," Primrose whispered, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the Fire Tail. "The whole circus."
