At this moment, Dahlia was holding the scroll within her hands.
Her hand trembled slightly, her eyes shaking as an unspeakable emotion engulfed her heart.
And no, the nervousness she was feeling in this instance was not because of the countless eyes that were focused on her.
She did not care whether the officials of the Grava Duchy stared at her.
She did not care if even the duke himself was staring at her.
The only thing in Dahlia's mind at this moment was the face of a certain boy with hair as white as snow and blood red eyes that she had yearned to see for the longest time.
'Please be safe…'
'Please be…'
Alive.
A word that she could not bring herself to utter, even in her thoughts.
Although the sender's name on the letter was indicated as Regis, Dahlia still felt nervous.
She began to overthink, as the worst-case scenarios filled her mind.
Gareth leaned a little bit towards Doron and whispered, "Is she really Dahlia?"
"Yes." A female voice chimed in from the side.
