Selene simply stood there. Looking at her son. For a long moment… neither moved. Then… a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
She whispered. "You shouted at your mother for that witch?"
Arceus's eyes widened.
"No… I… I didn't mean…"
She gently raised a hand.
"No." Her voice had become strangely calm. "I understand." She slowly wiped away the tears from her face. "You've grown up. You're the Lord of House Silver now. You no longer need your mother's approval."
Arceus immediately stepped forward.
"Mother…"
She quietly took a step back.
"You are the head of this family now. You may decide whatever you believe is right. As for me… this lonely widow can no longer give that wedding my blessing."
Without another word… she quietly walked out of the study. The door slowly closed behind her.
Arceus remained standing exactly where he was. Unable to move. Unable to follow. Unable to explain the truth.
