Anastasia's pov

　　The anxiety for the next test mounts, blending with uncertainty about what it will bring. I miss Ryan, whose lively, cheerful words and reassuring presence always gave me a sense of direction and happiness. His absence is keenly felt, and with each passing day without finding him, my concern grows. How does no one know Ryan? He told me he was a royal guard; he wore the official uniform.

　　Having Ryan's presence in my dreams has become almost ...