Her usually lively black eyes were now shining with incredible brightness, fixed on the dark blue figure on the stage. It was as if she wanted to sear the moment, and the resounding title that came with it, into her very soul.
The Royal Family Maid beside her gently tugged her sleeve. Only then did she seem to snap out of a dream and sit back down, her cheeks already flushed with excitement.
Aurora remained seated upright, her hands, which rested on her lap, slowly clasping together.
When the title "Thunder Sword" echoed throughout the square, the corners of her lips curled upward into a faint yet distinct smile.
The tranquility in her azure eyes transformed into profound pride and tenderness. She gazed intently at the person on the stage she knew best. It was as if this earth-shaking glory and clamor were all within her expectations, and she was simply here, quietly sharing in the splendor that belonged to him.
