Chapter 113 The Prophecy Again

• Kenneth’s POV
• I stood from afar, watching her—oblivious to her surroundings, lost in her own little world. She walked with the carefree joy of a child, no trace of fear or hesitation, as if she were truly home.
• She was so beautiful. I wished I could pull her into my arms, kiss her the way I used to. It felt like ages since she’d last been there, and I missed her fiercely. Every time, I cursed that damned treaty for driving a wedge between us.