"Father", Olivia ran towards High King Garron.
The lovely voice of her daughter jolted the burly man back into reality. His heart started beating fast, afraid that whatever he was hearing now could be all just a dream.
Garron's eyes fluttered multiple times until he saw his daughter's figure up close. She was wearing a strangely decorated navy-blue mage robe that had two lines encircling the edge of the half-sleeves of both her arms.
The high collar exhibited from Olivia's robe made Garron remember those high-ranking wizards he saw back at the Morning Star Empire ages ago.
Tears formed in his eyes, "She… she is alive…!", stuttering. The grip he had on the horse's reins eased up.
He subconsciously let go of it and got off his horse, staggering to walk as he knelt on the soft snow and opened his arms to hug the daughter he had long missed.
"O-Olivia! My daughter!"