Queen Ana wrapped the two in her arms tears falling from her eyes. Isolde would have been surprised by her warmth, but she returned the embrace. The Queen's arms were warm and strong around her. A mother's embrace. Isolde had never experienced anything like it before—not from her mother, not from her father until now. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. The Queen held her for a long moment, then pulled back just enough to frame Elynor's face, "My son. I-I-" Ana could only shake her head, her tears glistening in the candlelight. "I am so proud of you." Her voice was rough with emotion, but her hands remained steady as they cradled his face. Elynor's throat worked as he swallowed hard. "Mother." His words were thick with feeling.
