Bab 822: The revival of trauma

[ PRESENT TIME ]

"Davien?"

Aries's eyes shook as she stared at the man standing before her. His hair and eye color were different, but she wouldn't mistake this face. This face who never shamed in expressing his emotions; someone she had seen wore a different kind of emotions. 

Aries took a step back, but her body froze. Her body stopped her, as if saving her while her mind wasn't thinking straight. 

"Davien?" the young Lord of the Rothschild furrowed his brows. "Your Majesty, it is I, Miguel Rothschild. I am honored to be in your presence."

The young Lord of the Rothschild clan, Miguel Rothschild, placed his hand across his chest. He bowed once again, this time as a gesture for his introduction. He kept his head down while Aries stared at him blankly.

'Even his voice sounds the same,' she whispered in her head, staring at his back while he was bowing.