[Meredith].
My throat sealed up quickly as the words died. But Queen Loraina continued.
"Luna Meredith," she said, her tone dropping lower, more meaningful, "a crown has little to do with the head that wears it. It belongs to the one who changes how others see her."
I studied her profile. Then she added, almost lightly, "If the world calls you weak, let them believe it until the moment it benefits you to prove them wrong. Power grows best in silence."
A genuine smile tugged at my lips. "I will keep that in mind, Your Majesty."
"Good," she said. "Now let us go sit, Luna. We still have time before the King finishes with your mate."
When we turned a corner, a soft draft entered from an open archway ahead, and light spilt into the hall from a calm veranda framed with tall, sheer curtains.
"That will be more comfortable," the Queen said with a measured tone.
I nodded, falling into step beside her.
