She seemed to recall something, and her voice softened: "Riven, do you remember? When you were a child in Oslo, you loved the Norwegian fish ball soup your grandmother made the most."
Upon hearing the word "grandmother," the chopsticks holding a fish ball paused in midair.
The smile on her face gradually faded, and after a moment of silence, she replied softly, "...Yes, I remember."
Those two brief words seemed to span an insurmountable distance.
Yet the Crown Princess Mette did not stop; she seemed to be caught in a vortex of memories, speaking on, as if talking to Riven and also to herself.
"Back then, the winter in Oslo always had heavy snowfall, and the whole world was white. Grandmother's kitchen was the warmest place in the entire manor."
"She would always wear her white apron, standing at the stove, using a large copper pot to slowly simmer a broth made from cod bones and milk."
