Francesca smiled and shook her head, glancing at Mylezra who was still gazing at Garius with a dreamy expression.
"Mylezra…"
"Hmm? Yes, Big Sister?" Mylezra turned and looked at Francesca.
"You're already married to Garius. There's no need to watch him like a lovesick maiden anymore. He's not going anywhere."
Mylezra just smiled and looked back out the window, where Garius and Alf stood in the courtyard, fully engaged in controlling the knights soaring through the sky. She mumbled softly, her voice filled with warmth.
"I waited for him for so long, Big Sister. Decades of longing, of hoping, of dreaming. And now that I'm finally his wife, my love for him hasn't faded. If anything, it's only grown deeper. Every moment I spend with him, every time I see him smile, every time I hear his voice… it feels like the first time all over again."
Francesca shook her head, a fond smile on her lips.
