âRiv, itâs autumn. Late autumn.â
Riv was puzzled.
âIs that why the garden is so desolate?â
âRiv, are your memories really gone? Canât you remember?â
âLionel, I have no problems with my body nor my memory.â
Lionel didnât seem to believe Rivâs words.
He clasped her hands with impatience.
âRiv, you lost consciousness in a horse riding accident a week ago.â
Riv was puzzled.
She could ride a horse, but she was very clumsy. She would not have ridden a horse voluntarily.
âDid I ride a horse?â
âThere was an accident when you rode your horse without a destination. The coachman followed you and found you, unconscious.â
This was news to Riv.
Riv didnât like horseback riding. She disliked the swaying and shaking feeling of being in a saddle.
She only learned how to ride when she went to Mont Del, and even then she could barely ride a mule.
âWhy? Was I being chased?â
Riv started thinking through different possibilities when she suddenly got a terrible headache.
âAh!â
She held her head and moaned.
âRiv, Riv?â
Lionel hurriedly embraced Riv and clicked his tongue.
âI told you not to overdo it.â
Riv pressed her forehead to suppress her headache.
At the same time, her mind raced desperately.
This was all too strange to be a dream. What if it was real?
âCall the doctor!â
Rivâs body gradually fell forward.
Her vision was fuzzy and she couldnât see properly. Lionelâs voice became urgent.
âRambaud! Emilia!â
Riv could hear running footsteps and loud discussions, and for a moment she was so dizzy that she couldnât see anything.
She felt alone, in the dark.
âL-Lionel! Lionel!â
She became so terrified that her body shook. Lionel grabbed her hands.
âRiv, calm down. Iâm here.â
âLionel, haa.â
âDonât think about it and clear your head. Take slow deep breaths.â
Riv gripped Lionelâs hand and followed his instructions.
When her panicked breathing returned to normal, she could see again.
She appeared to have had a blackout.
âRelax, Riv. Iâll always be by your side.â
Lionel gave Riv a kiss on the back of her hand.
His lips were dry, yet hot.
âRiv, breathe.â
âYes.â
The doctors gave Riv a relaxant. She took the pill and fell asleep.
***
When Riv woke up from her nap, she was still in the Duchessâ room.
Thankfully, she was alone. Rivâs headache was gone, so she got out of bed and headed to the window.
âHaa.â
The scenery outside was bleak. The trees were beautiful autumn colors.
âIt wasnât winter when I disappeared.â
A small headache erupted in her head as she tried to recall her memories. She suddenly realized something.
âIs my memory disappearing?â
Riv hurried back into bed when she heard someone walking towards her room.
It was Claudel. She was surprised that Riv was awake.
âMadame, weâre worried about you. You must not overdo it. Okay?â
Claudelâs tone was more desperate than usual. Her worries felt like overkill.
Even if the horse accident Lionel mentioned was real, her body was not broken.
âWhen did I overdo it? I just want to get out of this room.â
âItâs good to lie down. For the sake of your body and your baby.â
âBaby?â
Riv tilted her head. Her mind went blank at the strange word. Claudel explained.
âMadame is with child.â
âWith child? What?â
âI didnât want to tell you like this. The doctors found out when they examined you.â
ââ¦Pregnant?â
âThatâs right.â
It was something she had never even imagined.
If she was pregnant when she disappeared, was it possible that she came back still pregnant? Did she even die and come back in the first place?
The moment she heard that she was pregnant, a strange change occurred. Memories which Riv had not experienced began to fill her mind.
She was in them, but they were strange things she had never done before.
Riv was revived, and she became the Duchess. The moment she depleted her magic, she disappeared in front of Lionel.
But she pushed those memories away and new ones filled her head. As new memories were injected, the memories related to magic and witches were erased. Her mind was filled with fond memories of her and Lionel.
There were stories that Riv couldnât remember. They were her and Lionelâs stories, but it was like they were someone elseâs.
âIâm really forgetting.â
Riv was anxious that she would lose all her memories of being a witch once she fell asleep.
âAh.â
She knew at that moment that she could no longer handle magic.
âI canât feel magic anymore. Iâve become a normal person.â
Riv struggled to recall her past.
âClaudel, could you bring me a pen and paper?â
Claudel quickly brought her a quill, ink, and paper.
Riv propped her torso up in bed and tried to write down her memories.
For a moment, she couldnât think of anything.
âWhat?â
Rivâs memory came back after a few minutes.
She quickly sorted through the fragments that were floating in her mind.
After a while she forgot what she was going to write, and it became difficult for her to grasp the meaning of what she had already written.
âWhy?â
Everything was gone. From being murdered by Princess Marianne, to going back in time, to her marriage.
âWhat is this?â
Riv didnât want to admit that her memory was being lost.
At this rate, after an hour or two, she would forget that she was even a witch.
She was about to change her clothes and visit Lionel. Seeing Rivâs anxious expression, Claudel continued to worry.
âMadame, please calm down.â
âCall Lionel. Right now.â
If it was true that her memory was fading, she had no time to hesitate. Claudel hurriedly summoned Lionel, who had been working in his office.
âWhy, Riv? I told you to rest.â
Lionel ran over at once.
The maids had barely managed to calm Riv down and sit her down on the bed. Lionel comforted Riv, trying to reassure her.
âRiv, whatâs wrong?â
âI was scared because Lionel wasnât here.â
âNo one will harm you here. I was just doing urgent work in my office.â
âI know.â
Riv felt possessed. Even at that very moment, her memories were disappearing, so there was no time to waste.
She thought she was crazy, too, but she would never be able to tell this story if not now.
âL-Lionel, what would you do if I were a witch?â
âWhat do you mean?â
Riv stroked her hair. Her head was a mess, like tangled thread.
âI was a witch, and I was killed, so I did something to undo that death. Maybe I used magic. I changed my fate and came to you, then I died and disappeared. I think thatâs where we are now. My memories are a mess.â
âI donât understand what youâre saying at all.â
Even Riv had reached a point where she did not understand her own words.
âIt is true that my memories are disappearing. The more I try to remember, the faster it disappears. Maybe the magic is fading quickly.â
âRiv, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
But Lionel never said she was crazy.
âRiv, what are you afraid of?â
âNot being by your side.â
Lionel whispered as he took Riv into his arms.
âAre you afraid of disappearing?â
Riv nodded her head eagerly.
âI donât want to disappear. I donât want to die. I want to be by your side.â
There was only one thing holding Riv here. Lionel. She wanted to be with him.
It was more upsetting for her to be separated from Lionel than for her memories to disappear.
Lionel rubbed her back, seemingly sympathetic to her desperate feelings.
Riv buried her face deep in his arms. Lionelâs regular heartbeat gave her comfort.
âI donât know what magic my wife is talking about. But I am here with you.â
Riv lifted her head.
His hands were hot, giving Riv a sense of reality.
It was a warmth that could not be experienced in the void after death.
Riv realized that she was alive.
This was not a dream.
She gently pulled away from Lionel and stared at his face.
âL-Lionel, am I here? Is this real?â
âYes.â
âLionel, I love you.â
It was okay if he called her crazy. It was a confession that she knew she had to make.
At Rivâs desperate confession, Lionel sighed and embraced her.
âDonât be confused. Iâm by your side.â
Lionel struggled to lay Riv down in bed.
She did as he instructed, too exhausted to fight back.
She didnât even have the strength to lift a hand.
Lionel knelt beside her and gently stroked her face.
âDonât drive me crazy again, Riv.â
***