Kapitel 66: Saintess Coronation Banquet- III

In the midst of her desolation, a familiar voice called out—

"Anastasia."

"….Eleftherios."

 Anastasia, almost blinded by her pain, reached out with trembling hands, whispering her husband's name. The duke, sensing her distress, rushed to her side, taking quick steps to envelop her in a protective embrace. He held her close, his strong arms offering solace, as if shielding her from the sorrows that plagued them and the duchess let the tears melt and flow.

Duke Eleftherios held Duchess Anastasia in his arms, providing a comforting anchor as her body shook with the weight of worry and despair. The dimly lit corridor echoed with the distant sounds of hushed voices and footsteps, but in that moment, their world narrowed down to the shared pain and fear for their daughter.

Duke Eleftherios pressed his face into her hair, his voice a gentle murmur against the silence that hung heavy in the air.