"The last soul fragment of the late Highness Kieran is without a doubt on Vernize, in the Northern Continent's Solitaire Empire."
The words from Jarvis stirred her awake. As the woman opened her eyes, her red irises gleamed like polished rubies, framed by white lashes that fluttered like delicate snowflakes. Rising from the green meadow where she had rested, she was greeted by the vibrant embrace of the landscape.
Her bright white hair, caught in the dance of the soft yet powerful wind, shimmered like crushed diamonds under the sun's warm rays. It was a sight both blinding and soothing, a picture of serene beauty.
"I see. There is no choice but 'that,'" she murmured.
Her voice, carried by the wind, reached Jarvis with a sweetness that felt like honey, soft and airy. Yet when she turned her gaze toward him, he was once again struck by the overwhelming allure of the heavenly being before him.
He bowed, his lips dry as he spoke. "We will carry out any order, my lady."
Though he looked away, the awe he felt in her presence remained undiminished.
'She surpasses even her mother Solia, the last dragon, in beauty. If there were a goddess of beauty, she would claim that title effortlessly,' he thought.
For Moraine Eurydice Clarke was the epitome of beauty, a being of unmatched grace.
"I will leave for Solitaire now. Jarvis, take care of things here in the South as usual," she instructed softly, rising from the bed of grasses and flowers that only heightened her ethereal presence. The meadow behind her seemed like the backdrop to a masterpiece, with her as its luminous subject.
"We pay heed."
Moraine's gaze remained fixed on Jarvis as her right-hand man disappeared from view. She sighed softly, her fingers unconsciously tracing the necklace that hung around her delicate, porcelain-skinned neck.
'Kieran.'
As she closed her eyes, an image of a silver-haired man appeared in her mind—handsome and carefree, his smile warm as he extended his hand toward her. The memory tightened her heart, a pang of emotion she wasn't prepared for.
Her cherry-red lips pressed into a thin line as she fought back the tears threatening to fall. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes, letting the lush green scenery before her soothe her once more.
'How peaceful.'
A serene smile graced her face, the tranquility of the moment washing over her. In this fleeting pause, Moraine wished this stillness could last just a little longer. Her expression remained calm and composed, betraying nothing of the hardships she had endured, as if the world had never once been unkind to her.
"Kieran, you'll see the light soon. I promise," she whispered, her words carried away on the wind, mingling with the drifting dandelion seeds.
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Judge of Cosmos
Fantasy"Divorce? You think this sacred bond can be torn apart by your petty whims, Moraine? Our marriage is the will of the gods themselves! A soul-stamped covenant, sealed under the watchful eyes of the Deity of Promise-unbreakable, eternal." Moraine's ga...
