Azura's POV
Genevieve walked closer to Rhydor with slow, unsteady steps. The heavy sadness on her face cracked open, and a soft, trembling smile crept across her lips.
"He is alive?" she asked, her voice breaking on a sharp breath.
"My boy is really alive?"
Without waiting for an answer, she threw her arms around Rhydor's neck and held him tight. Rhydor wrapped his heavy arms around her back, burying his face into her shoulder as he held his mother close.
She squeezed him with all the strength left in her body, resting her cheek against his chest as if she was terrified he would vanish into thin air if she let go for even a second.
When she finally pulled back to wipe a tear from her cheek, she turned around to face her husband. She stepped right into his open arms and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling down at her as he brushed his hand gently over the back of her head.
