Could it be... that I was your Queen?

Ragnar exhaled deeply, his eyes conveying resignation.

While Sophia's smile blossomed dramatically, wide and filled with a poignant sense of relief as she swiftly tucked one end of her flowing dress into her waistband—a familiar gesture that stirred fond memories in Ragnar every time he witnessed it.

This was Sophia's signature move, one she employed whenever quick movement was necessary.

As Sophia made her way towards Ymat and Ragnar with increased speed, her dress secured to allow her freedom of movement, Ragnar experienced a moment of emotional significance.

It was the first time he had reached out to touch her since she had awakened. His hand firmly gripped her waist, providing support and stability as he helped her up, his actions blending concern with a deep-seated affection.