"Take care of my mother." Evelyn's voice gently broke the silence as she leaned on the stone railing of the balcony.
Below, the palace gardens danced in the golden light of dusk, but her eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the sun slowly sank behind the mountains.
Strax, standing beside her, watched the young queen's silhouette more than the sky. There was a steadiness in her posture—a woman who wore a crown. But there was also fragility there, in the way her fingers touched the cold stone.
"I know." He replied with a serene smile. "And don't worry... She's safe with me."
Evelyn smiled slightly. "I'd like to go with you... but now I'm a queen."
"And even if I could, I wouldn't take you." His voice was firm but gentle. "The Spirit Realm still needs its guardian. You have a role here. A purpose."
He turned slightly, allowing his gaze to meet hers. "Even though, deep down... I just wanted you by my side."
