Eris, despite his sadness at how he got where he was, could not help but embrace the energy of the throne hall. The joy, the excitement, the anticipation. It was electric in the air, his gaze turning to Marion.

“Will you keep your helmet off, my love?” he asked in a hushed tone, an ear flickering as his gaze fell upon them.

“Are you sure?” Their brows raised a moment, adjusting where they held their helmet against their hip. Their gaze drifted to the adoring crowd ...