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ADELINE REGINA

"Ad?"

A voice.

Only memories—

"Ad, I'm going to eat all your muffins~"

Memories—

"Ad?"

A shift. A tremor.

"Seriously, there are too many people marching. I need you to wake up—"

Her breath hitched.

That voice.

That name.

Priscilla?

Her eyes snapped open.

She smiled.

To the end, he would sacrifice himself for her. She hoped. She prayed he would remain unchanged, that he would always be the same fool who grinned through his suffering, the same man who made light of all things dark.

Hope was dangerous. But for this moment, she allowed it.

Adeline handed the letter to Priscilla, pressing it into her friend's hands with unspoken urgency. "Make haste to the north, and present this letter. Say to them you are the beloved."

Priscilla's brow furrowed, her mouth opening in stunned protest. "What?!"