She was dressed in a deep emerald gown that clung elegantly to her figure, the fabric hugging her waist. The low neckline of the dress accentuated her full and voluptuous bosom and her blonde hair cascaded down behind her back like a flowing river.
Even just standing there, she exuded a charm and nobility that commanded attention.
The other figure was Arthur, his little brother. The little boy who was only six years old when he left the city now had grown, shedding some of his immaturity.
"Welcome home, Master Reinhardt."
The moment Reinhardt stepped down from the carriage, the servants greeted him in unison.
He acknowledged them with a simple nod, then placed his attention on Verdia.
For a brief moment, the two mother and son and also a lone man and woman regarded one another. There was much emotion entangled within their gaze.
A few moments later, Verdia's eyes softened and she immediately shifted her gaze.
