[Rynthall Estate—Morning—Continuation]
As Silas and Lucien clung to each other after three long, brutal years apart—foreheads pressed, hearts pounding, tears finally falling—the world seemed to stand still. Warmth, love, and relief swirled between them like a long-forgotten dream restored.
Even the servants and knights nearby were dabbing their eyes, sniffling like sentimental fools.
"Our lord and master are reunited…" one maid whimpered.
"True love does exist!" another sobbed into her apron.
Even Marcel cleared his throat suspiciously and muttered, "Damn pollen in the air…"
But of course, nothing beautiful lasts long. Not in Silas and Lucien's life.
"GEEEEEET AWAYYYYYY FROM MY MAMAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
The roar shattered the tender silence like a thunderclap.
Lucien and Silas froze mid-embrace. The entire courtyard blinked. Even the horses paused mid-snort.
When all eyes dropped down—there she stood.
