With Inocencio's sudden arrival and his imposing presence lingering in the air, James felt a sense of urgency wash over him. He knew he had to inform Carabeth immediately. Without wasting another moment, James turned on his heels and hurried through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, his footsteps echoing with a sense of urgency.

As he rushed towards Carabeth's quarters, James's mind raced with questions and concerns. Why had Inocencio arrived earlier than expected? What could it mean for Carabeth and Stella? Was there something James had overlooked?

Finally reaching Carabeth's door, James didn't even bother to knock. He barged into the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps from the hurried pace of his movement.

"Carabeth!" James exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency as he found her amidst the opulent surroundings of her chambers. "You need to hear this immediately."

Carabeth, who had been engrossed in some documents at her desk, looked up, surprise etched on her features at James's sudden entrance and his evident agitation.

"What is it?" Carabeth asked, annoyance creeping into her voice as she took in his demeanor.

"Inocencio Ginio Carlson has arrived," James blurted out, his words rushed and breathless. "He's here, now, demanding to see you and Stella tomorrow."

Carabeth's expression shifted, her brow furrowing in a mixture of surprise and concern. She rose from her seat, her movements swift and decisive as she processed the news.

"Inocencio... here? Now?" Carabeth repeated, her voice betraying a hint of apprehension. "This wasn't supposed to happen for another two weeks."

James nodded, his worry mirroring Carabeth's. "Yes, exactly. I don't know what his early arrival means, but we need to be prepared."

Carabeth's gaze hardened with resolve as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Gather the guards," she instructed James, her tone commanding. "And bring Inocencio to me. We'll deal with this head-on."

James's footsteps echoed loudly in the empty corridor as he sprinted toward Inocencio, who stood motionless in front of Stella's room, his gaze fixed on the closed door with an unmistakable pained expression etched across his features.

"Inocencio!" James called out, his voice echoing down the hallway.

Startled, Inocencio turned to face James, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and apprehension. "James, what are you doing here?"

"Inocencio, there's something you need to know," James said breathlessly, coming to a halt in front of him. "Carabeth is on her way. She needs to speak with you urgently."

Inocencio's brow furrowed in confusion. "What's happened? Is Stella alright?"

James hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm not sure, but Carabeth will explain everything. It's best if you speak with her directly."

Before Inocencio could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor as Carabeth approached, her expression grave with concern.

"Inocencio," she said urgently as she reached them, her eyes locking with his. "We need to talk. It's about Stella."

Inocencio's heart clenched at the mention of Stella's name, his expression growing even more troubled. Without a word, he nodded, his mind racing with worry and uncertainty.

Together, the three of them retreated into a nearby chamber, where Carabeth began to explain the shocking news that had brought Inocencio to the castle sooner than expected. 

Inocencio sank heavily into the nearest chair, his hands trembling as Carabeth passed him a glass of water. He accepted it silently, his gaze distant as he stared into the clear liquid.

Carabeth turned to James with a steely expression. "James, I need you to leave us alone."

Without a word of protest, James nodded and swiftly exited the room, leaving Carabeth alone with her troubled brother.

Taking a deep breath, Carabeth approached Inocencio and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Inocencio, there's something you need to know about Stella."

Inocencio's eyes snapped to hers, filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. "What happened to her? Is she alright?"

Carabeth's heart ached at the pain in her brother's voice as she gently guided him to sit down beside her. "Stella had an accident," she began softly, her voice cracking with emotion. "She lost all her memories."

Inocencio's world seemed to shatter at that moment. His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to process the devastating news. Memories of Stella flooded his mind—her laughter, her smile, the warmth of her embrace—and the realization that she might never remember any of it left him feeling utterly broken.

Tears welled up in Inocencio's eyes as he buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Carabeth wrapped her arms around him, offering what little comfort she could as they both grappled with the heartbreaking truth of Stella's condition.

As Carabeth comforted her broken brother, she couldn't shake the nagging guilt gnawing at her conscience. Yet, she knew the lie about Stella's memory loss was necessary to shield Inocencio from the full extent of the pain.

"Inocencio," she murmured, her voice tinged with resolve, "we'll help Stella remember. We'll make her fall for you all over again."

Though her words were meant to offer solace, Carabeth couldn't suppress the ache in her heart as she watched Inocencio's shattered expression.

Determined to distract them both from the heavy atmosphere, Carabeth rose from her seat and made her way to the liqueur cabinet. She retrieved a bottle of whiskey and poured generous servings for herself and Inocencio, hoping the warmth of the alcohol would provide some comfort.

However, their moment of solace was abruptly interrupted as the door burst open, revealing Theodore, Carabeth's intoxicated boyfriend, flanked by two scantily clad women who held him up.

Carabeth's indifference masked the frustration and annoyance bubbling beneath the surface as Theodore stumbled into the room, barely acknowledging her presence. Instead, he slurred a greeting to Inocencio, his attention solely focused on the newcomer.

Suppressing a sigh, Carabeth resigned herself to the inevitable chaos that Theodore's presence always seemed to bring. She exchanged a knowing glance with Inocencio, silently apologizing for the intrusion, before steeling herself for the tumultuous evening ahead.

Inocencio's stomach churned with disgust and sympathy as he witnessed Theodore's disrespectful behavior towards Carabeth. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his senses, he couldn't ignore the humiliation etched on his sister's face.

With a heavy heart, Inocencio downed the contents of his glass in one swift motion, the burning liquid doing little to numb the turmoil raging within him. Pushing back his chair, he rose to his feet, his jaw clenched in barely contained anger.

"I need some air," he muttered, his voice strained with emotion as he turned towards the door.

Ignoring the chaos unfolding behind him, Inocencio stepped out into the corridor, the cool night air offering a welcome reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere of the room.

As he walked further down the corridor, the sounds of slaps and raised voices reached his ears, followed by a cacophony of yelling and cursing. Inocencio quickened his pace, his heart sinking at the realization of the turmoil that awaited him back in the room.

Though his mind was clouded with worry for Stella and frustration at Carabeth and Theodore's behavior, one thought remained clear in his mind: he would do whatever it took to protect his sister and ensure her happiness, no matter the cost.

Inocencio stood before Stella's door, his heart pounding with uncertainty. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was ready to face the woman who held his heart, yet whose memories had been stolen by a cruel twist of fate.

Summoning his courage, he raised his hand and knocked softly on the door, the sound echoing in the silence of the corridor.

To his surprise, a soft voice answered from within, beckoning him to enter.

With a mixture of trepidation and hope, Inocencio pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his eyes immediately finding Stella's form seated by the window, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

She turned to him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and familiarity that sent a jolt of hope coursing through Inocencio's veins.

"Hello," she said softly, a small smile gracing her lips. "You must be Inocencio. Carabeth told me about you."

Inocencio's heart skipped a beat on hearing her voice, his gaze flickering briefly to the door before returning to Stella's face.

"Yes, that's me," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's good to finally meet you, Stella."

As he stood before her, bathed in the moonlight, Inocencio felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him—a hope that perhaps, against all odds, he could help Stella find her way back to him, and to the love they once shared.

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Satorimu sighed, her appetite completely diminished as she pushed her food around her plate absentmindedly. Yorokobi's disapproving click of her tongue drew her attention, and she reluctantly glanced up to meet her friend's stern gaze.

"Satorimu, you need to eat," Yorokobi admonished, her tone firm. "No one wants a skinny empress."

With a begrudging nod, Satorimu picked up her chopsticks and began to eat, though her mind was far from the food in front of her. Instead, she was consumed with thoughts of Akio and how she could find a way to be alone with him, to sway his allegiance away from Ryoku.

As she mulled over her options, Yorokobi's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. "You can't just seduce him, Satorimu," she said, her tone laced with exasperation. "Ryoku will be with him every step of the way, from morning until night. And besides, you're a Purist Cadet. You can't just throw yourself at him like that."

Satorimu bristled at the reminder of her status as a Purist Cadet, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. She knew Yorokobi was right, but that didn't stop her from feeling a surge of defiance. She refused to let anyone stand in the way of her ambitions, not even Ryoku or her friend.

With a determined glint in her eyes, Satorimu resolved to find a way to get close to Akio, to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind and sway him to her side. She may not be able to seduce him outright, but she would find a way to influence him, no matter the cost.

As Satorimu and Yorokobi continued their meal, their dining partners gradually moved away from their table, leaving them in relative solitude. However, their moment of quiet was short-lived as Ryoku and Airi, Ryoku's friend, approached them.

Before Airi's revelation, Yorokobi engaged in polite small talk with Ryoku and Airi, maintaining her diplomatic demeanor despite Satorimu's obvious disdain.

"Good afternoon, Ryoku, Airi. How are you both today?" Yorokobi greeted them with a warm smile.

"We're doing quite well, thank you for asking. And yourselves?" Ryoku replied, returning the polite gesture.

"We're doing fine, thank you. Enjoying our meal here," Yorokobi responded, trying to keep the conversation light.

Airi chimed in, "Oh, speaking of the meal, have you tried the new dish they added to the menu? It's divine!"

"I haven't yet, but it sounds delightful. I'll have to give it a try," Yorokobi replied, making a mental note to sample the new dish.

Ryoku nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the chefs here always outdo themselves."

Then, Airi dropped the bombshell that sent shockwaves through Satorimu's already fragile composure. With an excited gleam in her eyes, she revealed Hisame's decision to shift Ryoku to Akio's bedroom.

"Oh, I have some exciting news! Shujin Hisame has decided to shift Ryoku to Akio's bedroom," Airi announced eagerly.

Yorokobi's polite facade faltered for a moment, "Oh? That's quite unexpected. May I ask why?"

Airi explained, "Well, Shujin Hisame believes that fostering a closer bond between Ryoku and Akio will be beneficial, especially with their impending marriage."

Yorokobi's expression remained neutral, "I see. That's certainly an interesting decision."

After Airi's revelation, Ryoku and Airi continued to discuss the matter, praising Hisame's foresight and wisdom. Yorokobi maintained her diplomatic composure, acknowledging their comments politely.

The revelation struck Satorimu like a thunderbolt, her grip on her chopsticks faltering as they slipped from her fingers. Without a word, she rose abruptly from her seat and fled the dining hall, leaving her trash behind.

Yorokobi chased after her, catching up to her just outside the hall where Satorimu broke down in tears, her frustration and despair pouring out in a torrent of emotion.

"The world is so unfair, Yoro," she sobbed, her voice choked with anguish. "Why does everyone get what they want except for me?"

Yorokobi wrapped her arms around her friend, offering what comfort she could in the face of Satorimu's overwhelming despair. "I know it seems unfair, Satorimu," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "But you are stronger than you think. We will get through this together. Stay strong."

As they sat in the dining hall, Ryoku's expression darkened as she leaned in closer to Airi, her voice low with disapproval. "I must say, Airi, your approach to breaking the news to Satorimu was rather cruel."

Airi met her gaze evenly, her tone unwavering. "Perhaps it was, but it was necessary. Satorimu needs to face reality, and you need to grow a spine and stand up against her."

Ryoku's jaw clenched at her words, but before she could respond, Airi continued, her voice tinged with frustration. "You're engaged to Akio now, Ryoku. It's time you stopped feeling guilty for something that isn't your fault."

Ryoku's shoulders sagged, a look of guilt crossing her features. "But everyone knows that Satorimu has always loved Akio. I can't help but feel like I'm betraying her."

Airi placed a comforting hand on Ryoku's arm. "It doesn't matter now. You and Akio are together, and Satorimu needs to accept that. Akio is yours, just as you are his."

As Ryoku hugged herself, a sense of unease gnawed at her. "What about the non-Blue Western women who'd be arriving with Akio?" she asked Airi, her voice tinged with concern.

Airi sighed, her expression grave. "It depends on Akio's loyalty. But even if he remains faithful, it wouldn't matter. Shujin Hisame will always favor you."

Ryoku's shoulders relaxed slightly at Airi's reassurance, but a troubled expression lingered on her face. "I can't help but feel like I'm depriving both Akio and Satorimu of love," she confessed quietly.

Airi placed a comforting hand on Ryoku's arm. "You need to let go of feeling bad for others, Ryoku," she advised gently. "Sometimes, you have to be a little selfish and prioritize your happiness."

Nodding in understanding, Ryoku began to eat the measly food before her, carefully selected by the imperial chefs to help maintain her figure. Despite her efforts to focus on her meal, her mind wandered to the toxic environment she found herself in.

In her mind, Ryoku couldn't shake the feeling that she was surrounded by toxicity—unhealthy food practices, toxic mother figures, toxic friends, and a myriad of other toxic elements that seemed to suffocate her. As she forced herself to take another bite, a sense of resignation settled over her. She knew that navigating this treacherous landscape would require strength and resilience, but she was determined to survive, no matter the cost.

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As Stella stared at Inocencio, a sense of unease washed over her. His gaze, filled with affection and longing, made her feel vulnerable and exposed in a way she couldn't quite understand.

"Please," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Stop looking at me like I'm your entire world."

Inocencio's expression softened, but the affection in his eyes remained unchanged. "I can't," he confessed earnestly. "Because you are."

Stella's discomfort only grew as she studied Inocencio's appearance. His scruffy face, sharp jawline, and heavy-set eyes spoke of rugged masculinity, while his tanned complexion and ruffled brown hair added to his disheveled charm. Despite his impeccable navy blue suit, there was an air of disorderliness about him that intrigued her.

"I don't understand," Stella murmured, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't remember you, yet you speak as though we have a connection."

Inocencio's gaze softened with understanding. "It doesn't matter if you remember me or not," he said gently. "What matters is that I remember you, and the love I feel for you hasn't changed."

Stella's heart wavered at his words, torn between the desire to embrace the familiarity he offered and the fear of the unknown. She couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, something she couldn't quite grasp.

As she gazed into Inocencio's eyes, searching for answers, she couldn't help but wonder if he held the key to unlocking the memories she had lost—or if he was simply a stranger masquerading as a lover from her past.

Stella's heart raced with conflicting emotions as Inocencio's words echoed in her mind. "Who was I to you before I lost my memories?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Inocencio's expression softened as he reached out to gently take her hand. "You were my fiancée," he said softly, "and the love of my life."

Stella's breath caught in her throat at his words, a mixture of longing and uncertainty swirling within her. "Can you tell me a memory of us together?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Inocencio hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Not now," he replied gently. "I'd rather you experience it once more when the time is right."

Stella felt a tug in her heart at his words, a flicker of longing igniting within her. But she pushed it aside, choosing instead to focus on her fatigue. "I think I'd like to rest now," she murmured, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. "Could you please leave?"

Inocencio nodded understandingly, his eyes filled with love and longing as he turned to leave. Before stepping out of the room, he cast one final look at Stella, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion.

Alone in her room, Stella collapsed onto her bed, her thoughts swirling with confusion and doubt. "I don't understand my heart," she whispered into the silence. "And I fear that this love I feel for Inocencio is nothing more than echoes of the past Stella."

Stella sighed softly as she slipped out of her red silk robe, letting it fall gracefully to the floor. Standing before the full-body mirror, she took a moment to study her reflection, her gaze sweeping over her new form.

Her lips, a delicate shade of nude-ish pink, curved slightly as she examined her reflection. The rosy hue of her cheeks added a touch of pale-ish warmth to her complexion, complementing her shoulder-length blond hair that framed her face in soft waves.

As her eyes traveled down, she took note of her athletic body, toned and slender. There was a gracefulness to her movements, a newfound confidence in the way she carried herself.

Despite the uncertainty and confusion swirling within her, Stella couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for the body she now inhabited. It was different, unfamiliar, yet undeniably beautiful in its way. 

Stella's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the warm glow of lamplight dancing across the walls. A soft smile graced her lips as she admired the beauty of her surroundings.

"I'm lucky to live in such a wonderful body," she murmured to herself, her voice filled with gratitude. "And in such a wonderful house."

As she turned to leave the room, her eyes caught sight of something peeking out from the floorboards near the window. Curiosity piqued, she knelt to get a closer look, her fingers reaching out to retrieve the hidden treasure.

Her heart quickened with anticipation as she unfolded the small piece of paper, her eyes scanning the elegant script written upon it.

As Stella unfolded the note, her eyes widened in surprise at the poetic words inscribed upon it. The sentiment struck a chord within her, stirring a mix of emotions she couldn't quite decipher.

"My sunflower smiles not at the sun, but at the moon. And the moon tries to shine brighter for her. I love you, Sunflower - Inocencio."

The message resonated deeply with Stella, evoking a sense of warmth and longing within her. The imagery of a sunflower turning towards the moon filled her with a sense of wonder and curiosity as if she were being drawn into a world of enchantment and possibility.

Inocencio's declaration of love sent a flutter of excitement through her, mingled with a hint of uncertainty. Who exactly was this mysterious figure, and what connection did we share? Despite the unanswered questions swirling in her mind, Stella couldn't deny the pull she felt towards the sender of the note.

With a gentle smile playing on her lips, Stella carefully folded the note and tucked it into the pocket of her robe, determined to uncover the truth behind its heartfelt message. 

As Stella felt her lips tug into a soft smile at the heartfelt message, she couldn't ignore the warmth that bloomed in her chest. Despite the uncertainty surrounding her memory loss and the identity of Inocencio, there was something undeniably genuine about his words that resonated with her.

With a newfound resolve, Stella decided at that moment. She would give this love a chance. Even if she couldn't fully grasp the depth of her feelings or the extent of their shared history, there was a flicker of hope within her heart that urged her to embrace the possibility of love.

Setting aside her doubts and fears, Stella allowed herself to be guided by the stirring emotions that stirred within her. She would take a leap of faith, trusting in the sincerity of Inocencio's words and the connection they shared.

With a sense of determination, Stella tucked the note securely into the pocket of her robe, a silent promise to herself to explore this newfound path with an open heart and an open mind. Whatever the future held, she was ready to embrace it, one step at a time.

As Stella stepped out of the dining hall, a distinct sensation prickled at the back of her neck, prompting her to glance over her shoulder. Sure enough, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Inocencio's intense gaze lingering on her retreating figure, his expression unreadable as their eyes briefly met.

Shaking off the unnerving feeling, Stella made her way toward the Castle's Blue Garden, the vibrant hues of the flowers beckoning to her like old friends. Each blossom seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals swaying in silent harmony as if whispering secrets to the wind.

Taking in the beauty that surrounded her, Stella couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over her. The garden, with its kaleidoscope of colors and intoxicating scents, was a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the chaos of the castle.

She paused to admire a particularly striking cluster of blue roses, their velvety petals unfurling like delicate works of art. As she reached out to brush her fingertips against the soft petals, she couldn't help but marvel at their beauty.

At that moment, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, a rare moment of respite from the turmoil of her thoughts. And as she stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the fleeting moments of serenity that the garden provided.

Drawing a deep breath, Stella continued her stroll through the garden, her yellow floral summer dress standing out like a ray of sunshine against the backdrop of blue blossoms