"Viviana, is it really you?"
"You've gotten so old."
Viviana lowered her eyes with a sigh, uncertain if she was reminiscing about the child who used to run after her or recalling the young and spirited William, who once yelled at her in jealousy, "You stole my glory."
"This can't be, I must be dreaming!"
William couldn't quite believe it; Viviana had been missing for over thirty years.
Yet, these thirty-plus years had not left a trace on her face; she still wore the hood with deer antlers, and her smooth skin seemed to reflect a phosphorescent glow.
The Candle Knight slowly approached with that familiar, faint sweet scent of marigold.
She raised her hand, gently intending to caress William's cheek, but unexpectedly, this new Elector, usually domineering, decisive, and even somewhat arrogantly self-important, instinctively stepped back. The "Marshal's Staff" with the Empire's Eagle Badge in his hand knocked against the campaign bed, and he clumsily fell backward.
