and all she has seen

Everything bows to Zoeya, now. From animals that come up to sniff at her hand, unafraid, to the branches of the trees, dipping lower to brush their leaves across her hair. She takes it with her ever present good humour, which doesn’t surprise Rythian. She feeds the creatures berries; she runs her fingers through the emerald green and laughs in delight. He doesn’t think he’s imagining the way the forest seems brighter with her around.The sun glints in the gold of her eyes as she smiles at him, surrounded by her subjects. Zoeya is queen of the Twilight, and Rythian will follow her wherever she goes.