[Third Person].
The sky had turned a soft shade of gold as evening settled over Stormveil.
Meredith still sat at the small table on the garden terrace when Helena arrived. And the moment she saw her, her face brightened.
"Helena," she greeted warmly, and Helena bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty."
Meredith laughed softly and gestured toward the seat beside her. "If you keep addressing me like that when we are alone, I might start thinking you no longer like me."
Helena's lips curved into a small smile as she sat down. "Old habits are difficult to break."
Light refreshments had already been arranged—tea, small pastries, and sliced fruit as soon as Meredith got word that Helena would be entering the palace in the evening.
For a while, the conversation between the women remained light. They spoke about Helena's new responsibilities as Luna of the Mystic Furs pack, about Dennis' chaotic leadership style, and a few amusing stories about the warriors under his command.
