Chapter 62

Freya's POV

As I walked through the vast flowery green field, my heart fluttered with excitement and nervousness. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the soft breeze played with my hair as I moved towards the figure standing in the distance. It was him, Tigreal, my love, whom I had been separated from for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, I had regained my memory, and the flood of emotions overwhelmed me. I remembered our shared moments, our laughter, and our love. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I closed the distance between us.

"Tigreal," I called out softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned around, and our eyes locked. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, and all that mattered was the love we had for each other.

I ran into his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace wrap around me like a cocoon of safety. His scent was familiar and comforting, just as I remembered. "Freya," he said, his voice f