So much noise. That's all the royal court was, too many opinionated souls doing too much bickering. Despite their individual elite status and places in power, even they are controlled by others who have greater power than them. The sound of a javel being slammed on a podium is the only thing that can silence them. And just like any other day, it did exactly that. The sound brought everyone in the courtroom to silence.
"As of right now, I officially call this meeting to order." The GodFather announced. "Now, recall the last minutes of the last meeting."
An angel opened up a scroll. "The last time we gathered here, we discussed the pros and cons of the decision for the king and the heir and heiresses to live on Earth. Although the pros and cons were left in a draw, but the debate was finalized by the GodFather and Queen Quira agreeing that this is what is best for them. Additional notes state that some are happy with this decision simply because they have unknowingly crossed the line of suicide by giving Queen Irinia easier access to them."
The room echoed with murmurs, gasps, and whispers. The javel was slammed on the podium again, all the noise stops. Quira was holding it this time.
"Quira, please, I understand that it's painful to hear people insulting your family…again," he looked towards the crowd when he said again, "but you really shouldn't make too big of a scene." he warned.
Quira's grip nearly broke the handle as she seethed. "Fine! However, as I've said before and will have to say again, anyone who has any complaints considering the royal family will address them to me directly." she stated. She huffed and sat back down.
"Anyways, on account the family, they have completely settled into the mansion previously owned by the rumored Purgaion that was involved in the downfall of Princess Grace's betrothal ball. Anybody who cares about them is welcome to express any of your questions, comments, or concerns at this moment. Those who were brave enough to speak ill of them, silence yourselves." The GodFather instructed.
After answering many more questions, the meeting had finally ended. The GodFather walked outside, spotting Quira sitting on the edge of a cloud. He walked to her side, examining her posture and expression. She looked down at the tiny green and blue specks of the earth with a discontented gaze. Legs swaying on the edge, arms crossed, and humming her lullaby.
"You sing so beautifully, child. How long has it been since I taught it to you?" he asked.
Quira looked up at him but couldn't bring herself to respond. The GodFather sighed as he pulled out a vial of silver liquid and held it out.
"It's finally ready?" Quira asked him when she looked up again. The GodFather nodded, dropping the vial for her to effortlessly catch. "So you're not joking? I can actually speak to my family when I go see them from now on?" she questioned. The GodFather nodded again.
"I'm sorry for the late process. Recreating a physical form for a dead soul is very difficult and time consuming." he said as Quira chugged the silver potion.
"Thank you GodFather, I won't forget all we've done to get to this!" she cheered as she dove downwards through the skies.
Once down, Quira delicately landed on the barren ground of a forest. "The mansion shouldn't be too far." she mumbled to herself. As she walked towards the mansion, she continued to sing her lullaby, which caught someone's attention. Quira stopped walking and turned around, "Hello, my little phoenix." she said.
Wendy hugged her mother, "I'm so glad this moment has finally come to pass!" she beamed. They continued to run to the mansion to tell everyone the good news.
"This place is very beautiful, Manabe." The queen complimented. They were walking around the mansion while everyone else was having fun. "Thank you, Your Majesty. It was my hiraeth." he stated. Quira nodded knowingly. They continued to walk until Manabe asked a strange question.
"Your Majesty, do you ever sometimes wish you were still alive?" he asked.
Quira's eyes saddened, trying to form an answer that wasn't too depressing. Being a spirit queen was just as stressful, if not worse than being a living queen. The reconstruction of a physical form and her voice came at the cost of her husband and children's company. Watching them go through depressive episodes and develop psychological problems broke her heart. And of course, the guilt of it all came in the form of silent and secret tears.
"Yes," she finally replied, "I would've restarted my entire life if I knew my decision to die led to this. But since I won't come back to this life if I restart, I can't."
"Well, now that you're here, could you not just stay here with us?" Manabe inquired.
"Unfortunately not, my kingdom still needs someone on the throne. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I've given up on my position." she explained.
The boy continued to ask questions. "Do you not trust the GodFather to rule in your stead?" he asked.
She couldn't find any way to answer that. She didn't feel right in thinking that she had the audacity to doubt the god who chose to raise her. However, she felt that the GodFather had a hidden totalitarian reign over the Ethereal Realm that she didn't want to introduce to the civilians.
"Just forget I asked that." Manabe said.
Around midnight, Quira had put a sleepy Harlem to bed. She walked towards the master bedroom where Elmorio slept. Knowing how his depersonalization issues grew over the millennia, she only creased the door a tiny bit. Just his sleeping form alone made her smile. She then closed the door and left. As she searched for an exit, she found both her daughters asleep on the couch. She kissed both of their foreheads and disappears in glistening light.