Sona's concern
Sona's concern
Leon smiled—not taunting, no—but gentle. Drinking in the vision of her shy, flustered beauty. He leaned slightly closer, voice playful but low.
"So, my princess… how do you want to start?"
She swallowed, lips parting and in embarrassment look down on floor—but before she could answer, his smile shifted, and he opened his mouth to say something teasing—
And froze.
A voice, sharp and sudden, tore into his mind like a gust of wind through a silent room.
[Leon… Leon, are you there? Can you listen? Please, answer me!]
It hit him like a jolt—urgent, trembling, full of panic barely held together.
He knew that voice instantly.
Sona.
His wife. Far away, in the capital.
His expression softened, tension in his chest loosening as he steadied himself and reached back through the link.
[Hey, my love. I'm here. What's wrong?]
A pause, then her voice broke again—now shakier, fragile.
[Leon… are you really alive?]
