"Wait ... what are you saying? Our family is not worthy of her? What do you mean?" asked Queen Elena quickly. She couldn't accept that the royal family that had been ruling one of the wealthiest kingdoms in central Europe was deemed unworthy. It was impossible!
"I'm telling the truth," said Ren. "I can't say anything yet. But if the situation gets better and the family allows, I'll take her to see you."
Queen Elena was stunned. She didn't think Ren meant what he said. That girl came from a far more respectable family than the royal family of Moravia? So hard to believe.
"Who is she really? Why don't you tell us the truth?" asked Queen Elena in a slightly urgent tone. "Do I need to make a royal announcement to look for her?"
"No, don't do it, Grandma. I've promised her family to keep my wife's identity a secret for a while. When the time is right, I'll introduce her to you," Ren quickly stopped Queen Elena.
The old queen and her husband, the king, were actually not satisfied with Ren's answer, but they had no choice. They did not want to press the man while he was still sick.
"Hmm ... alright then." Finally, King Gustave gave up. "How is the court supposed to deal with all the gossip out there? We have to make a statement anyway. What's more, Lord Genevieve's family has held press conferences many times and denounced you as a murderer."
"Let me take care of them. Now, I need to rest so that my health will recover soon," said Ren.
"Hmm .. ah, that's right. Forgive me. I am just too distraught," said Queen Elena regretfully. She rubbed Ren's head and kissed his forehead. "Have a good rest. Don't think too much. Once your health improves, you can visit us at the palace. Your grandfather wants to discuss something with you."
"Thank you, Grandma."
Queen Elena and King Gustave then came out of Ren's care room and told John to make sure his master had a good rest. Karl who was waiting for them in the lounge, outside Ren's treatment room, also received the same advice.
Ren closed his eyes enduring the pain from the wound on his stomach. Within three months he had been shot twice. Both times, it was done by women.
He wanted to laugh at himself. As a man who was not interested in love, he had been involved in a dangerous romance and now he had suffered the consequences.
He couldn't laugh because the wound still hurt. Damn it, he thought.
His sacrifice of letting Amelia shoot him solved one problem. However, at the same time, he was annoyed that his injury was holding him back and unable to move freely to complete his other business.
***
Vega widened her eyes when the luxury car that took her stopped in the courtyard of an extraordinarily magnificent castle. It felt like she was in a fairy tale.
During the last few days, she felt like she was having a beautiful dream and she repeatedly told herself that she didn't want to wake up from this dream.
And it seemed her wish was granted. Vega met her father, mother, siblings, and extended family. She felt like the daughter that everyone loved and pampered. She had never been this happy.
Aleksis saw Vega's eyes filled with tears when the girl got out of the car and looked at the castle in front of her with an amazed expression.
"Why are you crying?" asked Aleksis softly. She immediately took her daughter by the hand and pulled her to walk inside. "Let's go in. I will show you your chamber."
"I feel like I'm still dreaming ..." Vega said softly. She followed her mother, walking along Aleksis' steps into the castle.
Even though she still couldn't remember her memories from the times she was in this castle, Vega felt a familiar feeling with this magnificent building.
She felt no stranger to the garden they walked through, then the thick wooden door that opened onto the inner courtyard, and then the great hall which welcomed them once the door opened.
Unconsciously, she walked left and down the corridor toward the West tower. Aleksis and Elios looked at Vega who was stepping in with confidence as if she recognized her surroundings. They then exchanged glances.
"Let her be..." whispered Elios. "Let her familiarize herself with this place. I guess her mind subconsciously recognized our home."
Of all the residences they had in the world, this castle at Targu Mures was indeed Vega's favorite home. It seemed natural that she kept memories of this castle deep in her mind.
Lauriel who was walking behind them stopped beside Elios and nodded.
"I've got some of the medicinal ingredients I need. I will mix it and immediately treat Vega. I think she will soon get her memory back ..."
"Really?" asked Aleksis happily. "I'm very pleased."
"From the examinations I carried out in the last few days, I think I can already find the severity of her condition. I'm sure Vega can still be cured and recover her memory. Everything is still there and stored properly. We just need to revive them..."
Aleksis sighed in great relief.
They let Vega go around the castle as she pleased. They thought that if Vega could recognize places in this castle and find a place she liked, it would be a good sign.
Altaïr walked up to Vega's steps and accompanied her around. Patiently, he explained everything to his twin sister.
"Ahh ... this place is beautiful," whispered Vega many times. She stood on the terrace of the third floor of their castle and looked to the west. The sun slowly descended on the western horizon, and the orange tinge that filled the horizon looked magnificent.
"This is your favorite place to watch the sunset. You and father used to sit here in the afternoons," said Altair.
"Really?" Vega looked amazed. Her eyes looked into the distance and nodded. "I believe you."
She then sat down in a chair and watched the sun slowly set on the horizon. Altair sat next to her and held Vega's hand. They both enjoy the view solemnly.
Elios and Aleksis watched the two of them from afar and breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, Vega came back.
She was now home.
***