"I will think about it," Roxy smiled warmly.
She leaned comfortably against Caspian's shoulder, offering the two visiting Matriarchs a gracious, appreciative nod. "A grand celebration for Tyara sounds wonderful, Lyra. But let us survive the first week of her completely feral appetite before we invite the entire continent back to the Manor. She might try to eat the guest list."
Lyra and Mara both let out bright, understanding laughs.
"Take all the time you need, Queen Roxy," Lyra murmured, offering a deep, elegant bow. "The Dragon Peaks will be ready to celebrate whenever you are."
"And the Pack will bring the finest roasted meats," Mara added, her eyes shining with affection. "Rest well, my Queen. King Caspian, it was an unexpected honor."
