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she sat quietly, and she listened, running her fingers over the edges of her nails to keep her hands busy, to keep from reaching out and taking his in her own. because he was right, she couldn’t forgive him so easily, but the ache for him only strengthened as he spoke. “do you even need me for this conversation?” she tried to laugh but it didn’t help. he was saying everything he needed to say and she wondered how many times he had practiced the words. “so how do we move forward?” she wanted him to know because for once she didn’t. all she knew was that she loved him, he was her soulmate an it would be stupid to give up on that over this.
he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him; he hears the near laugh die on her lips, but even dark, her humor always tickles him, even when he’s got his tail between his legs like this. “of course I do,” he insists, standing and moving back around the table, taking a knee at her side – and almost reaching eye level. “I know I have a lot to make up for. I want to. I can do it. and I can stop making promises without keeping them. just because my sister puts up with that, doesn’t mean you should, neither of you should, and that’s on me. i am sorry, princess.” he lays his hand in her lap, palm up, an offering like the one and only day everything had been simple. “i want to prove to you i can be the man you believe I am, because that’s who i want to be, not the one i’ve been determined to be to spite my father.”













