Rua crossed the distance to Remy, careful not to slip on the icy paving stones. Her breath billowed out of her into the cold air. When she reached Remy, she dropped into a bow. “Your Majesty,” she greeted her sister formally. Remy’s hand shot out to her shoulder and pulled her up from the bow into an embrace. A collective sigh rang out from the crowd, a few even clapping. Rua woodenly moved her arms around her sister and gave her a quick pat on the back.
