"My lady..." Serafina, kneeling beside the coffin, slowly extended her trembling hand and gently brushed Helen's hair back with shaking fingers, tears continuously falling from her face onto the edge of the crystal coffin.
She had followed her mistress for more than ten thousand years.
Through prosperity and hardship, poverty and wealth, humiliation and glory, bloodshed and fleeting moments of peace... she had remained beside her through everything without once leaving.
Truthfully... most of those years had been filled with hardship, poverty, and endless bloodshed.
They had wandered from one battlefield to another, hidden from enemies stronger than them, slept in ruined worlds and dying planets, starved together, bled together, and survived disasters that should have erased them countless times over.
Yet despite all of that... they had still been beautiful years to her.
Because Helen had been there.
That alone had made everything worthwhile.
