"Maria" The sudden use of her old name made Marisol stop. Rayla stepped closer, beside her, and blue clashed with violet. "I… You…"
"What is it, Rayla?" Suddenly worried, Marisol touched the lady’s arm. "Have you seen that something will go wrong?"
The worried light cleared from Rayla’s violet eyes, and she smiled. "No, nothing will go wrong. In fact, I think that everything's going to go right," she said. "I just wanted to say good luck."
Impulsively, Marisol hugged her. "Thank you for being at my side all these years," she mumbled.
"Hey, what are friends for? Someone had to keep you from having a klutz attack in front of everyone," Rayla joked, gently patting her queen's back. "I've got to go join the others. You go straight to the stairs and wait there, or you'll end up late. I know you."