During the night, Vicky couldn't sleep. For hours she tried, but eventually she gave up with an exhausted sigh. A soft chuckle reached her from the other side of the bed.
Before she knew what happened, Henry's muscular arm wrapped around her, pulling Vicky into a cuddle.
They continued to chat throughout the night, enjoying each other's company.
He held Vicky more firmly when her emotions about the celebrations surfaced, and tears ran down her face.
Together they laughed and talked about the future until eventually the sun shined through the windows.
It was a new day. May 12th to be exact…
Outside, the Peacemaking Celebrations already began!
…
The first year after Bran's sacrifice, people's morale was down. The numerous deaths caused them profound sadness, shaping a bleak outlook.
With the rising tide of depression, Henry suggested making May 12th a national holiday, a time of celebration.
