Chapter 187: I need more readers. sigh.
"I was insecure," she admitted, her voice trembling.
Alaric wrapped his arms tightly around her, his tone soft yet firm. "You’ve been hurt so many times before. I understand. But I want you to know, I see you—not just your gift, not just the roles others expect of you—but you."
A small smile crept onto Salviana’s face as she exhaled a shaky breath. "You’re the best, Alaric. I can’t wait to start painting again."
"So," he teased, his voice lightening as they both settled into the moment. "You’re the divine painter of the future, are you?"
Salviana chuckled but sat up, her expression suddenly thoughtful. "I think I might be more than that," she said, her golden eyes meeting his.
"What do you mean, my fiery wife?" Alaric asked, intrigued.
Her hands fidgeted in her lap. "Something strange happened while you were away. I...I think I might be a seer."
Alaric’s brows furrowed as he tilted his head. "A seer? What makes you think that?"
She leaned forward, her excitement growing as she recalled the incident. "I was at the tea meeting with the women of the castle, and I just...said it. I predicted Florence would give birth to a boy. The words came out before I could stop them. Everyone was uncomfortable, but I knew it was true."