"...Are you going to take me away?"
If she hadn't misunderstood, this was the meaning Livia wanted to convey to her.
To take her away from this deep prison, from this tomb that had buried her freedom.
As soon as the words fell, a hand as white as jade appeared in Amalia's vision, palm facing upward, five slender and smooth fingers slightly curved inward.
"Yes, exactly as Amalia thought..." Astrid said.
Beneath the tender white palm, the pure white dress had already dissipated, replaced by a black silk dress with ruffles, exquisitely crafted.
"If I say I want to take Amalia out of the castle and live together outside."
"Would you be willing?"
Following the arm upward, Amalia saw the smooth, silky silver-white hair and those iconic crimson eyes.
