"Bella, is that you?" Celeste asked weakly, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Yes, Mother. It's me—your daughter," Bella replied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung tightly to her mother.
"I missed you so much, Mother. Every moment you spent with me and Father was precious."
Celeste's eyes welled up as she gently cupped Bella's face. "Really? You've grown so big and beautiful, sweetheart. I thought... I thought you and your father would have forgotten me by now."
Bella shook her head, laughing softly through her tears. "Haha, so did I, Mother. But look at us—we still missed each other."
Celeste smiled faintly, nodding, but her joy was short-lived. She quickly stepped back, her expression shifting to one of concern as she sensed the fury emanating from the throne.