"I'm sorry." Ramira said.
"What?"
"I was insensitive the last time we saw talked with each other."
"You don't have to say sorry to me. In truth, it was me who made a mistake. I'm sorry, Ramira."
"It's alright. You have no idea about it anyway."
"But still—"
"We should about it, Orpheus. You don't have to make it complicated. Okay?"
When Orpheus looks at Ramira, she has a small smile on her face. Somehow, the fallen prince suddenly remembers the past when they were still engaged. The princess looked so beautiful and radiating. He is the one who has golden hair but it was Ramira who shines like the sun all the time.
Although the princess is not smiling too much unlike in the past, Orpheus can still see the remnants of his former fiancee's beautiful aura until now.
"Ramira, you are still the same." Orpheus said.
"No, I'm not." Ramira quickly denied it. "If you have nothing else to say, then I'll go now."
