Riku saw the look on Aurelia's face. The blood had drained from her cheeks. Her hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides. It was not just recognition. It was something deeper. Something painful.
Lila noticed it too. She moved closer to Aurelia, her voice a low, worried whisper. "Aurelia? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Riku's gaze was fixed on the handsome, black-clad noble in the plaza. "You know him, don't you?" he asked, his voice quiet.
Aurelia didn't answer for a moment. She just stared. Her stormy grey eyes were filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Shock. Pain. And a deep, profound sense of betrayal.
"Yes," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. "I know him."
She took a shaky breath. "His name is Davian. Davian Boros. He is the second son of Lord Boros of Ironhold."
