“I would like that,” River said quietly. “A polite and respectful relationship. It’s more than enough.”
Lana nodded once, her posture relaxing slightly. “Then it’s settled.”
They sat in silence for a while after that, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of fountains. For the first time, there was no hostility — no undercurrent of competition or judgment. Just two women, bound by the same man in different ways, trying to navigate the fragile bridge between past and future.
As River rose to leave, Lana called after her. “River.”
She turned.
The Queen’s voice was low, steady. “Don’t ever let anyone — including me — make you doubt your place. You’ve earned it more than most.”
River froze for a heartbeat, then inclined her head in gratitude. “Thank you, Your Ma
