A small, seemingly frail-looking young woman's silhouette appeared behind the queen. Her dark, curly blue hair framed emerald-green eyes, her delicate features enhanced by smooth, pale skin.
"Y-Your Highness," Suyou whispered, approaching Arisia without hesitation.
Tears streamed down his cheeks like a river, but he made no effort to wipe them away. His chest tightened, fearing that if he rubbed his eyes, she might vanish—just as she always did when he glimpsed her inside the grand duke's mansion. Her silhouette had haunted him like a shadow, but this time, she felt real. She was truly standing before him!
"Suyou!" Lucian shouted, but the young man paid no heed.
Blinded to everything around him, his only focus was Arisia.
[Right, come here,] the young woman spoke softly. Her voice sounded eerily similar to Arisia's, but Lucian wasn't fooled.