Hearing the shout, the man turned around.
Isabella saw those light-colored eyes she longed for day and night. They were usually as bright as amber, but now they were as cold as ice arrows.
"Have your wounds healed?" she asked timidly, taking the initiative to start a conversation and about to grasp his arm, but she saw Ruka sidestep her, leaving one of her hands awkwardly frozen in mid-air.
Isabella was startled, although Ruka had always been indifferent towards her, he had never been so distant and cold.
"I'm fine. I've already requested the Sun to advance the ceremony," he said.
Just as her heart had sunk, it soared high again. Isabella pretended, "You're really in a hurry, what does it matter if it's a bit later...."
"Your Highness, stop doing anything unnecessary," Ruka interrupted her, his expression cold and his gaze sharp. "Otherwise, I will spare no expense…"
...
Meanwhile, in the Soter Republic, at the Ancient Human Research Center.
