Honestly, darling, if the afterlife doesn't have a scenic route for a family stroll, is it even worth being a Queen?
Today, the infinite, misty gardens of Purgatory, adorned with those signature violet mists, played host to the most iconic family walk in history. Madison was gliding through the fog, wearing a floor-length smoky purple caftan that flowed like liquid silk.
In her arms, she held Valerys Obsidia—who was already looking around with curious, and slightly scorching, eyes.
Beside them, the imposing Prince Astaroth was a vision of dark nobility. In one hand, he carried Valerys's stroller—custom-made with dragon scales and obsidian trim—and with the other, he gripped Madison's waist with a possessive, regal grace.
