chapter thirty-five

[ IN WHICH ROME IS HOME ]

ROME'S POV—

“There she is.” My wolf screams.

In a peach colored dress that sweeps the ground along with a black scarf tied around her defined waist, she hurries through the town square. It has been a few minutes since she left the King's Mansion. And I have to admit that it is quite impressive to get over a thousand meters from the King’s Mansion by foot in just a few minutes. But it is exactly how I had planned, so, I'm not necessarily complaining. However, she does run faster than I remember, and I'm guessing that is another feature that comes with her rebirth.

Apart from that, she hasn't really changed.

Her brown curls still look the same as they did centuries ago. Her golden, caramel skin glows bright under the sky, catching the eyes of those who pass by. She has a unique appearance with her skin tone alone. On top of that, she is tall, slim and beautiful—the body of a goddess.

Nothing about her has changed.

She is still the same woman I fell in love