A tear slid from her clouded eyes, landing on Sevastian's cheek. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a faint frown as he caught sight of her sorrowful expression.
"Princess... are you alright? You are crying," he murmured, his voice gentle and laced with concern. Slowly, he pushed himself off the ground, turning fully to face her, his gaze steady despite the lingering haze of confusion.
"I saw it all Sevastian. She was a horrible mother. She did not deserve you." Lyra whispered, raising her hand to wipe the tear on his face. She could feel his muscles tighten under her touch. "You do not have to be hide your emotions any longer. You can smile as much as you want." The Princess added.
