"If doing whatever it is you need to do will bring you peace, then do so," she said at last, her voice steady. Then she fell silent and began walking toward the great doors of the palace.
Just as her hand touched the gilded handle, she stopped. Without turning, she asked, "Can I take over the teaching of the crown prince?"
Nwadiebeube, caught off guard, widened his eyes. But after a brief pause, he understood. A slow nod followed. "He is lucky to have you guiding his growth."
The princess inclined her head slightly, though her face remained hidden, and continued her departure. The heavy doors closed behind her, their echo lingering in the vast chamber.
The king sat back on his throne, his expression calmer than it had been all day. The gnawing conflict in his heart eased, if only slightly. His sister was one of the few people he would not allow himself to disappoint, and her words had steadied him more than she could know.
