Mirabella stood silently, gazing at the fading moon. The darkness of night was slowly lifting and the dawn was just around the corner. Beside her, Gideon stood quietly, not saying a word, simply keeping her company.
The king had already retired to his chambers. Though Mirabella worried about his injury, she couldn't follow Eros to tend to him, not with Gideon here.
"Little egg," Gideon finally spoke, his eyes still fixed on the distant sky. "He's the king, a powerful one at that. His world is full of foxes, all waiting to stab him and his people in the back. Standing beside him means sitting on a throne made of thorns. Are you sure you want that?"
Mirabella turned her gaze to the man beside her. Since the day she became aware of herself, it had been this man, and his crew, who raised her. From her needs to her whims, he had bought her countless things, fed her, clothed her, and treated her like a princess.
