Claudia exhaled softly before turning to Faraz. “That concludes this matter, I believe. I trust you can handle the rest?”
Faraz stepped forward and then, to Claudia and Noah’s surprise, knelt before them. It was a gesture of highest reverence in this land.
“You have saved both my king—the heir of the man who saved my life—and the kingdom itself. No words could ever suffice to express my gratitude. Yet, on behalf of His Majesty, I offer you my deepest thanks.”
Faraz’s air of unpredictability had vanished, and in its place was the very image of a dignified and devoted vassal.
Claudia glanced up at Noah. “You hear that, Noah? I leave the rest to you.”
She extended her hand toward him. Noah, understanding her silent request, lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
“If we are permitted a request, then let it be that you please prepare chambers where Her Highness may rest. She may not awaken for several days.”
Ever so perceptive, my dear good boy.
Drowsiness settled over Claudia as she nuzzled closer into Noah’s warmth. Her use of magic had left her exhausted.
Now, I am certain—this body, the vessel that is Princess Claudia, will not last.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, her bleary vision resting on the blurry silhouette of the goddess statue in the distance before she returned her attention to Noah.
“Your Highness?”
There’s no need for such a worried expression, my dear Noah.
Claudia reached up, gently stroking his head.
Instead of voicing the truth that weighed upon her heart, she simply smiled. “Thank you for everything you do for me, Noah. I love you.”
A rare flicker of shock crossed Noah’s usually impassive face.
Claudia giggled softly. She found that expression unbearably adorable, but she had no doubt that he would soon compose himself and protest being treated as a child. Before he could, she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
“Good night.”
“Again?!”
His exasperated murmur was the last thing she heard before happily sinking into slumber, safe in the cradle of his arms.