A brilliant fire
"I'm sure it will. Just... It might take some time." The look in her eyes betrayed that it was important to her. By living on Niv Hani, wearing Epicanthix clothes and cooking Epicanthix meals, she was starting to feel more at home. But there were still steps to take, especially on a cultural level.
It helped to have a husband who eased her into it.
For now, she set those thoughts aside and focused on the rings she produced. They were a kind gesture, but a very heavy one to consider, too. "Wearing these would denote us as members of Midvintir's royal family - as members of his house." She let her thumb brush over the metal and sighed softly.
"He's worried. Your father and him once made a deal where he wouldn't strike against Midvintir for as long as Thurion still lived. So... if Thurion were to pass, he fears that it might become the end of his bloodline if your father unleashes his hatred against his family. Should that ever happen, he requested us to lead his people."