Two years

Alvina smirked, observing Athena's cheerful wave. Unlike Alvina, who had changed under the weight of public perception, Athena retained her vibrant personality.

As princesses of powerful rulers, their bond was strong, and both cursed Cristian when he took them as fiancées without even seeing them once. His arrogance was boundless, reaching the skies with impunity.

After landing, Athena beamed at Alvina and approached. "It's been long, Princess Alvina of Ivory," Athena began formally.

"If you were going to be formal, then you shouldn't have shot that arrow," Alvina scowled, and Athena snorted in return.

Athena, clad in a white gown that grazed her knees, adorned with a golden belt accentuating her slim waist, displayed a toned physique and braided hair. Crossing her arms, she peered at Alvina.