"By the way, wife," Orlan said as he turned to Nolan behind him, "this is His Highness Nolan, the Sixth Prince of the Imperial Palace—and the man who saved you."
Syra smiled. "I know, dear. When I woke up earlier, I asked about him and learned that he's the Sixth Prince."
She turned to Nolan and continued, "Even so, I'm truly grateful, Prince Nolan. Without your help, I might never have recovered… or been reunited with the people I love."
In truth, Syra had never lost consciousness. Her body had merely been paralyzed, as if some mysterious force was holding her captive.
For more than six years, all she could do was watch—watch Orlan weep, watch Alicia grow up in loneliness, and witness countless other painful moments. Many times, she had wished she could just die.
But it seemed the gods hadn't abandoned her. She had been given one more chance to be with her family—and all thanks to one man: Nolan.
