"Are you upset too?" Ariana asked softly as she stepped into the kitchen, where the scent of warm herbs filled the air.
Her mother was brewing tea — something she always did when her mind was heavy.
Without saying a word, Morgana motioned for the maid to leave. Only once the door clicked shut behind her did she speak. "This is… unexpected." She paused, then added with a gentle edge in her voice, "I always thought you two were close. But for that bond to turn into love… I won't pretend I'm overjoyed."
"But... are you against it?" Ariana asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her head tilted, eyes searching her mother's face.
Morgana let out a quiet sigh. "Your father and I have always trusted your judgment. Again and again, you've shown us that you're wise — careful, even. And I can't deny that Adrian is a good choice. Especially when I know what kind of heart he carries."
Ariana lowered her gaze. "Then... is it the people? Is that what worries you?"
