Larissa's POV.
Mrs. Muffins answers the door and we find Zia standing alone on the porch, not hurt but smiling at us. Our hearts constricted with joy.
“Ziandra!” Mrs. Muffins gasped, throwing open her arms.
“Mother!!”
I watched in tears the reunion of mother and child. Oh, for the first time in a while I was smiling again but crying too. I stood there in the living room sobbing my eyes out, grateful that Zia was back home, alive.
Zia saw me and straightened from her mother's embrace. “Your Highness?” She gasped and ran into my arms.
My heart just exploded, with warmth as I caught her, held her, and kissed her hair.
“I'm so glad you made it out alive!” I sobbed.
“Me too, Your Highness, me too!” she spluttered.
We straightened but still held each other. Zia was smiling as she glance
