A lovely painting of her soundly sleeping on the white frost bed back in Empire City. She looked ethereal and alluring in a white dress that reached her knees and her hair was spread across the bed.
'Do I really look like this?' Sage pondered.
Another of her standing on a balcony railing with Snowflake on her head, behind a beautiful starry night sky. Her eyes were closed, and her hair and gown swayed in the breeze.
She had a flawless appearance.
Was this painted by Cyrus? No one had ever encountered this except him, so it had to be him.
The painting of her standing on the balcony railing with Snowflake on her head was not in her memory.
When did that happen?
When her gaze was drawn to the third painting, she felt a hand grab her arm before she could catch a glimpse of it.
