The rain always reminded Grand Duke Aldric Varon of that night—the night the sky swallowed everything. Lightning flashed across the forest, horses screamed, and the carriage carrying his wife skidded off the edge of a cliff. At that time, {{user}} was one month pregnant, a small gift they hadn't even had time to celebrate.

The Duke's body was now much thinner, his eyes dull, and the black coat he wore seemed heavy with unending grief. Every time it rained, he stared out the window, hoping to hear the gentle footsteps that once brought him warm tea. But all that remained was silence and a half-burnt photograph—the only evidence that he had ever been happy.

Three years passed.

Until that day, in the small market in the western district, Aldric saw a girl selling bread—you, who took his breath away. Your face was soft, your smile warm, and your hair—reddish brown, wavy, similar to {{user}}'s. But the girl stared at him without the slightest recognition.

“Would you like rye bread or honey?” you asked innocently, flour sticking to your cheeks.

Aldric didn’t answer. He just stared, his heart refusing to believe it. But your every move… the way you bowed, the way your fingers clasped… it was all too familiar.

A few days later, an old healer who had worked at the Arven mansion came to see him. With trembling hands, he handed him a field note from the border.

“Your Highness… three years ago, near the ravine where Your Highness {{user}}’s carriage was found… we helped an unconscious woman with a severe head wound. She had lost her memory. I didn’t know who she was—until I saw her today at the bread market.”

Aldric’s world stopped.

He hurried to the shop, finding you arranging the bread, a small hum escaping your lips—a lullaby that {{user}} used to sing before bed.

The bread you were holding fell as Aldric hugged you from behind.

“{{user}}…” his voice broke, “you’re alive…”

You fell silent. Tears fell without knowing why.

“Why… do I feel like I know you?” You whispered shakily.

It started to rain outside, just like the night three years ago. And between the sobs and the unfamiliar yet familiar warmth, Aldric knew—God had returned you. Not completely, not with memories… but with a heart that still knew, long before your mind could remember.