Forgetting that she was queen and merely acting as the young woman he had always known, Gwendolyn stood unceremoniously from her chair, walked around the small dining table, and threw her arms around Kyrion’s shoulders in a grateful hug.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” she breathed, suddenly feeling as if a load was finally shifted from her shoulders. “Kyrion, thank you.” Kyrion was not wrong or unfounded in his fears. After her last burial, she had dreamt often of sleepwalking off of her balcony. Her dreams had turned against her.<br/><br/>“Besides the kingdom... I’ve little else whom I hold dear to me. You are one of them. I cannot convey to you how relieved I am to hear you say this.”