The Rebel King's tears, which were as rare as a luminous pearl, fell on his cheeks. Ely seemed different from before. He wondered what the difference was.
Yes, Ely had shorter hair, but she had become even more beautiful. The feeling was surreal, and if it was a dream, he would refuse to wake up.
"Ely…" she muttered. Oh how he missed calling her name.
"Maro?" Ely's lips trembled at the sight of the man she missed so much. It almost felt like her dreams about him. Her wish finally came true, but why did they have to meet in the middle of chaos?
The Ballad Queen knew from the start that destiny had always been unfair to her. The only thing to do was to hope for a future with their son Ezekiel and her beloved Maro.
Maro slowly stepped forward, "How… How did you come back?"
"Maro, I-"
But Ezekiel yelled and blocked Maro's way. The kid pointed his wooden sword at him, "Stay away from us!"
