Lilia's body trembled as her legs gave way beneath her. Though she moved almost instinctively, Zethan was already at her side, catching her effortlessly in his arms. His voice, laced with concern yet tenderness, whispered,
"Are you okay, wife?" He looked worried as he searched Lilia's face.
Lilia nodded, her eyes unblinking, fixed on him—afraid that if she blinked, he might disappear. She feared it was a dream, but the way her heart reacted, the warmth of his hands—it was all too real. Her gaze remained on him, eyes glistening with tears that began to fall softly. A slow, gentle smile curled on Zethan's lips as he held her closer, hugging her tightly.
Feeling the warmth of Zethan Lyall—her husband—wrapped around her, Lilia's hands instinctively rose to cradle his neck. She pressed her face against him, breathing him in, desperate to feel and sense all the things she had missed so much.
Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled with disbelief and relief.
