Francesca smiled gently, setting down her teacup as she gazed at her husband.
"Dear?"
Garius, still leaning back in his chair, glanced at her. "Hmm?"
Her warm eyes studied him carefully. "It seems like you've made up your mind about something."
She tilted her head slightly. "Are you sure?"
Garius was silent for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. Then he exhaled. "...Hmm. I don't know what will happen in the future."
"Knowing that our life is really…"
He didn't finish the sentence. They both knew. Life was unpredictable, and the world was always shifting—alliances, wars, fate itself.
Francesca watched him carefully, but she didn't press further. Instead, she simply smiled. "Then… I'll trust you, like I always have."
Garius closed his eyes briefly, a rare moment of peace flickering across his face. "...That's enough for me."