{Ryanna’s POV}

I didn’t think I’d cry again.

Not after everything. Not after surviving Osiris. Not after losing Tyrion. Not after nearly tearing myself in two thinking my son would never wake up. I thought the tears had dried out somewhere between grief and obligation.

But the moment I saw him…

The moment Casper landed beside me, silver dust curled from his fur like the gods had sculpted him out of starlight just for this moment. I felt my knees almost give.

But I held my head up ...