[Viola's POV]
Viola looked at the boy with crimson eyes and pitch black hair, her expression calm as she greeted him.
The boy before her had kissed her mother right in front of thousands of guests… even in front of her and yet she didn't feel a single shred of anger about him.
Because this was Rael.
She had known him since childhood.
They first met at the tenth birthday of Lyra. Back then she had been a timid and awkward girl, just like her cousin Sera…
Her father had forced her to attend.
But she hated the crowds, so she ran off to the garden outside…
… and for better or worse got lost there.
She'd almost cried… until she heard someone else crying.
She ran towards the voice with hopeful eyes… only to see a scene which she still remembered very vividly.
A scene which makes her laugh even to this date.
Lyra, holding a rusty iron pole like a weapon of divine justice.
And Rael sobbing while running in circles and screaming for mercy.
