Seeing Queen Lucy and Mystica step into the training hall, their presence carrying a natural gravity that made the air feel tighter, both Mabel and Liam straightened as they dipped their heads in a respectful bow. Their voices overlapping as they greeted.
"Your Majesty. Lady Moonstone."
"Your Majesty. Mystica."
Lucy stopped a few paces from them, the faint curl of a smirk tugging subtly at her lips. "At ease, you two," she said, her voice soft but commanding enough to sweep away formality.
When Mabel and Liam lifted their heads, Mabel's eyes met Mystica's playful, knowingly mischievous stare. The Primordial woman didn't bother to hide the amusement shimmering in her purple eyes, and despite the mask covering the lower half of her face, Mabel felt the heat creeping into her cheeks. It was the kind of look Mystica gave when she already had an entire teasing scenario written in her mind.
