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The results had left them breathless with relief, but healing from doubt took time. And the gala loomed like the final act of a sweeping drama.
It was Skylar who broke the silence one morning as everyone sat in the breakfast nook, the sun casting golden streaks over the dining table.
“We should do a musical.”
Aiden nearly choked on his juice. “A musical?”
Julian smirked. “You mean, like a full production?”
Skylar nodded. “Not for everyone. Just for Mom. A tribute. Songs. Scenes. Real stories. Real love.”
They were quiet.
And then Zane stood. “What should we call it?”
Skylar looked around. “Eight Hearts, One Queen.”
The title felt like a heartbeat.
Rehearsals began in secret.
Ava composed the opening number. Leila and Amara choreographed the transitions. Julian penned monologues that had Arielle’s old journals as source material. Aiden built stage risers with leftover wood. Skylar, the director by default, tied the emotion together.
Even Lily joined in, designing the backdrops and sketching each costume.
The story? A journey.
Each heir would take the stage, sharing one memory with Arielle—something small, beautiful, transformative.
A broken arm and how she kissed away the pain. A first period, when Arielle skipped work to sit with them. A college rejection letter and how she stayed up all night to rewrite a future.
Every heir had something to say. Every heir had something to sing.
Damien caught wind of the plan halfway through and joined without hesitation.
He rewrote his anniversary speech into a verse that would close the performance.
> “You carried the weight, the womb, the world, And never once asked for a crown. So here it is—not gold, but song. Not jeweled, but born from sound.”
The night of the gala arrived.
Arielle sat in the front row, radiant in deep emerald. Beside her, Damien beamed like a man watching the northern lights for the first time.
The curtain rose.
A single spotlight.
Julian stepped forward, voice soft, trembling:
> “Before I could speak, She knew what I needed. Before I could fall, She laid down her hands.”
He bowed his head.
Then Leila took the stage.
> “When the world bruised me, She bruised with me. When I broke, She broke slower—to help me catch up.”
One by one, they came.
Tears. Music. Memory. A love letter in motion.
When the curtain fell, Arielle was weeping openly.
She stood.
And the children knelt before her.
Not in submission.
In reverence.
Damien walked to her side, kissed her hand, and said,
“You gave them life. Tonight, they returned the breath.”
And the standing ovation didn’t end.
Not until the song—Eight Hearts, One Queen—became an anthem.
One sung not only in the ballroom…
But in every heart she’d ever touched.
It was Skylar who broke the silence one morning as everyone sat in the breakfast nook, the sun casting golden streaks over the dining table.
“We should do a musical.”
Aiden nearly choked on his juice. “A musical?”
Julian smirked. “You mean, like a full production?”
Skylar nodded. “Not for everyone. Just for Mom. A tribute. Songs. Scenes. Real stories. Real love.”
They were quiet.
And then Zane stood. “What should we call it?”
Skylar looked around. “Eight Hearts, One Queen.”
The title felt like a heartbeat.
Rehearsals began in secret.
Ava composed the opening number. Leila and Amara choreographed the transitions. Julian penned monologues that had Arielle’s old journals as source material. Aiden built stage risers with leftover wood. Skylar, the director by default, tied the emotion together.
Even Lily joined in, designing the backdrops and sketching each costume.
The story? A journey.
Each heir would take the stage, sharing one memory with Arielle—something small, beautiful, transformative.
A broken arm and how she kissed away the pain. A first period, when Arielle skipped work to sit with them. A college rejection letter and how she stayed up all night to rewrite a future.
Every heir had something to say. Every heir had something to sing.
Damien caught wind of the plan halfway through and joined without hesitation.
He rewrote his anniversary speech into a verse that would close the performance.
> “You carried the weight, the womb, the world, And never once asked for a crown. So here it is—not gold, but song. Not jeweled, but born from sound.”
The night of the gala arrived.
Arielle sat in the front row, radiant in deep emerald. Beside her, Damien beamed like a man watching the northern lights for the first time.
The curtain rose.
A single spotlight.
Julian stepped forward, voice soft, trembling:
> “Before I could speak, She knew what I needed. Before I could fall, She laid down her hands.”
He bowed his head.
Then Leila took the stage.
> “When the world bruised me, She bruised with me. When I broke, She broke slower—to help me catch up.”
One by one, they came.
Tears. Music. Memory. A love letter in motion.
When the curtain fell, Arielle was weeping openly.
She stood.
And the children knelt before her.
Not in submission.
In reverence.
Damien walked to her side, kissed her hand, and said,
“You gave them life. Tonight, they returned the breath.”
And the standing ovation didn’t end.
Not until the song—Eight Hearts, One Queen—became an anthem.
One sung not only in the ballroom…
But in every heart she’d ever touched.
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