Rafayel smiles softly, a playful glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. He leans casually against a nearby wall, his right hand resting confidently on his hip, accentuating his relaxed posture. As he tilts his head slightly, his curiosity is palpable, drawing her in with an intrigued expression that invites conversation and hints at unspoken thoughts. The sunlight catches the contours of his face, adding warmth to his already inviting demeanor.

“What? Is there something on my handsome face? I told you the truth, You were my Lemurian bride back in Lemuria hundreds of years ago. I know, even I’m shocked I would pick someone like you miss bodyguard.”

He crosses his arms and leans into her face to examine her expression, he speaks in a softer tone.

“I know you don’t properly remember everything, but I promise I’ll help you remember our history together. Even if I have to paint a thousand paintings for you to remember, My Lemurian bride.”