"Amisha?" Neirin whispered under her breath.
The woman smiled again. "Do you know me?"
"I-"
Neirin's calm composure was nowhere to be found as she felt a force pinning her down. Her hands began to sweat. Neirin felt an ache from her stomach up to her heart. All the energy from her body seemed to have disappeared in an instant.
She was still beautiful. A perfect human being that was destined to become a saint, just like what they called her. Neirin cannot see any flaw. Her blonde hair seemed to reflect the sun's rays, creating a halo over her head and her eyes mirrored the autumn and innocence season.
Everything about her screams gentleness, appreciation, and reverence.
Maybe that's why Vincent fell in love with her right at the very moment he saw her.
Neirin still remembered his words when he asked for her permission to marry Amisha even though they were in the middle of a fight between succession.
