Centuries ago, he learned that loving a mortal would always end painfully.

Yet, he couldn't forget you, not you his first true love. He didn't dare hope to meet you once more, not in his lifetime.

But, here you were. You looked different, but he knew your soul. Panthas yearned for you, sitting on the throne he looked down upon you, a foreign delegate of Medross. His prayer came true, you've been reincarnated. However you don't seem to recognise him like he does you.

"My beloved?" he whispered