As soon as the urgent announcement echoed,
Nyx frowned deeply, her sharp senses instantly picking up the tension behind it. It had never happened before—Her Majesty summoning her so abruptly.
Something serious must have occurred. She needed Nyx—now. With a small smile, Nyx turned toward Aether, who was watching her closely.
"Stay here. I'll go and see what's going on."
Before she could move, Aether reached out, his fingers gently wrapping around her wrist. His grip wasn't forceful, but it was firm—almost pleading.
"Can I come with you?" he asked, his tone soft but earnest.
Nyx's expression tightened as she shook her head. "You don't need to get involved, Aether. This is..."
"This is important to you," he interrupted, cutting her off, his voice stronger now. "And I'm your husband, Nyx."
She stared at him, taken aback by the stubborn fire in his eyes. He wasn't backing down. Not this time.
Was this really the same Aether who used to listen around her?
