A Queen's Lonely Cry [Part-2]
He spoke barely, his voice no louder than the wind, "Because you are Sona. My Sona."
His word wasn't poetry.
wasn't epic.
But those words cut deeper than anything ever had.
Her eyes shook, her mouth opened, and for a moment, the world froze around her.
She didn't step back.
She didn't remove his hand from her cheek.
Rather, she drew in shakily—fragile and overwhelmed.
He gave a gentle, stabilizing smile, and in the silent face, she found something she hadn't for years: hope.
And then. she grinned. A shattered, bitter grin.
"You see, Leon…" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper, "I've always asked myself… what would have been… if I had married you, rather than that king."
Leon's grin fell away. And his heart missed a beat.
Her eyes dropped, lashes quivering as feeling surged in her chest.
"I've been holding something for a long time," she whispered, voice just above a whisper. "Something I never had the nerve to tell you."
