The Seal Mira Made — Behind the quiet throne room, a small lump of beeswax sat in Mira’s pocket, warm as a secret. Read the full story →
Behind the quiet throne room, a small lump of beeswax sat in Mira’s pocket, warm as a secret. She wanted a seal of her own before the evening letters went out—not the heavy lion seal from the treasury, but one made by her hands, with a tiny almond branch for peace.
So she slipped past the cool stone arch and into the palace workshop, where hammers tink-tinked and charcoal smelled sharp. The metalworker shook his head. “No silver left.” Mira traded one pearl bead from her necklace for a bent scrap of copper, then pressed and carved until her fingers ached and copper dust sparkled on her sleeves.
At sunset she came back through the tall patterned arch, holding a crooked little seal that stamped an almond branch clear as daylight. “This one,” she whispered, “knows my hand.” Next time you spot her crown and serious eyes, see if you can keep Mira’s warm beeswax secret too.
