Azandra POV

Seated around a long table the next afternoon during the royal wedding feast a little over three years to the day that she and Kyon first had breakfast with the wood elves, Azandra savored life coming full circle in a way. Holding one or more of her children on her lap, she enjoyed each dish as it came her way, family-style. She enjoyed the wild cream of mushroom soup that Kyon had just served her. Of course, the newlyweds looked like they weren’t aware of anything they ...