Lucy, watching from a distance, smiled at the sight of Taya. But there was something uneasy stirring inside her. Taya had changed. She could feel it. She wasn't the same person who had left the palace years ago.
Taya's short hair framed her face, and the back of her neck was visible, revealing a tattoo of a tulip flower. It was the same as the one she had before, yet somehow, she seemed different—stronger, more assertive. Orig, however, wasn't focused on her appearance or her past actions. He was just relieved—relieved that she was here, in front of him, after all these years. She was his wife, the one he had searched for tirelessly, and now she had returned to the palace.
"And now, Orig Disman, you must decide. You must choose—me, or this girl..."
