At the thunderous sound, everyone attending the wedding looked at each other in surprise.

Thud, Bang!

A loud noise of a chair falling over echoed.

It was Belia.

With a pale expression, Belia ignored the rain and rushed outside.

“Your Highness!”

Rachel called out to Belia and chased after her.

“Huff, huff.”

Where is it? Where should I go?

Where did the guard shout from?

Amidst the fierce rain, it was impossible to tell where she was.

Belia ran towards the main gate, not even noticing her body getting drenched in rain.

People at the wedding also turned their heads towards the outside, watching her in silence as she looked desperate and urgent.

“Ugh, Ugh. Khaled… Where, where are you?”

Tears rolled down Belia’s face, soaked in rain.

She ran towards the main gate, but his figure was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that she heard a hallucination?

“No…”

Belia ran in the opposite direction. She remembered there was a small door on the west side.

Crossing a bridge connecting to a small garden, one of her shoes came off due to the discomfort of running. Belia took off the other shoe and continued running towards the west gate.

She didn’t mind gasping for breath.

“Your Highness!”

From a distance, Rachel’s voice calling her was heard, but Belia kept running.

Running barefoot on the stone path, her feet hurt as they scraped against the ground.

“Oops!”

Eventually, her legs gave out, and she fell.

She tried to get up, but it was only heavy breathing.

Her face, already a mess, and unable to open her eyes properly due to the rain, Belia couldn’t see clearly.

Where on earth should she go?

“Ah…”

At that moment, the rain drenching her stopped.

Along with it, Belia, trembling with anxiety, slowly turned her head at the shadow covering her.

It felt like her breath would stop. It felt like the world had come to a halt.

“I’m back, Belia.”

There, the one she had been waiting for so long looked at her affectionately and smiled.

Khaled cautiously reached out his hand and lifted Belia up.

Then, with his large and warm hands, soaked in rain, he wiped her messy face.

“Why did you run like this?”

“Khaled.”

“Oh. You’re all bones. You were thin enough, and now…”

Khaled, who was gently stroking Belia’s dry back, choked up, then forced a smile and tightly embraced her.

An umbrella dropped with a soft thud.

The rain started falling towards them again, but it wasn’t as cold as before.

“You waited for a long time, right? I’m sorry.”

It was his voice, heard after a long time.

Belia couldn’t muster any response and continued swallowing her sobs.

It didn’t feel real that he was holding her.

“Why are you so thin? You were already thin, but why like this…”

Khaled, who was caressing Belia’s dry back, seemed to hold back the following words and then smiled while embracing her.

Belia cautiously reached out her hand and hugged Khaled tightly.

She could feel warmth.

‘It’s not a dream…’

He appeared, touched, and felt.

This was reality.

Khaled pulled back a bit, and Belia carefully examined her face. Then, he approached slowly and lightly pressed his lips against hers before pulling away.

Tears fell from Belia’s eyes as she gazed at him, but her eye corners were curved upwards. A smile was etched on her lips.

“I’m glad you’re back safely.”

Although her voice was mixed with sobs and barely audible, the meaning got through.

“Yeah. Thanks for waiting.”
Khaled made an admiring expression, smiling as he repeatedly kissed Belia’s hand.

Belia, who had been silently observing his hand, pushed him away. Then, boldly, she grabbed the collar of Khaled’s clothes.

Though surprised by her sudden action, Khaled’s eyes widened. However, Belia, paying no attention, elegantly turned her teary eyes and kissed him.

For us, a kiss has always been a form of greeting.

Thought to be dead, the Second Prince and his knights, along with the Marquis of Capri, returned on the day of the First Prince’s wedding.

Just the fact of their return would be a tremendous topic, but the sight of the Second Prince’s wife, drenched in rain, running towards him without caring about her wet dress and lost shoes upon hearing the news of his return, remained unforgettable for the onlookers.

Numerous suspicions and filthy rumors aimed at Belia disappeared instantly.

Now, the stories of how Khaled and Belia became lovers and their love affair would start circulating in various gatherings.

Continuing with such thoughts, Elin bit her lips hard, suppressing her tears.

“…It was my wedding.”

Elin murmured, staring blankly at the party being held on the terrace of the banquet hall on the second floor.

Nothing was satisfying.

Although Raul and Elin’s wedding proceeded with all the planned procedures, the overall atmosphere was chaotic.

As the wedding was nearing its end, after the Archbishop finished the marriage vow ceremony, everyone’s attention shifted to the Second Prince.

Raul’s expression was not pleasant either.

Eventually, as the party began, Raul disappeared.