Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 334

“It’ll be a hard and difficult path.”

Ariadne’s status was nothing more than that of a newly risen noble. At best, she had merely climbed slightly above the standing of a commoner.

By any measure, she was not of bloodline fit to formally marry into a royal house like the de Carlo dynasty, whose lineage traced back to the fringes of the ancient Ratan Empire.

“But if you choose me…”

If she chose him—if she trusted him and leapt into that unknown world—

he extended his sturdy hand toward her.

“If you take my hand…”

Once, he had believed it right to let her go for her sake. In fact, he had let go once before.

Yet after circling around for over five years, all Alfonso had come to understand was this one truth: he simply could not do without her.

“I will never be the one to let go of your hand first.”

Ariadne silently looked down at Alfonso’s hand. It was large, thick, knuckles protruding, covered in calluses and scars.

That single right hand held within it all the years he had lived since his days as a fair-skinned, delicate boy-prince. It was a hand wounded in countless battles fought just to reach her.

“……”

Tears welled up in Ariadne’s eyes, brimming with conflicted emotions. Her heart ached at the sight of his battered hand, and remembering her past self—endlessly waiting for him—brought a sharp pain to her chest.

She remembered that late autumn afternoon when Alfonso departed for Grand Duchess Larisa and the Taranto summer palace, and how she had waited forever for the carriage that never came to fetch her.

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