She didn’t like this. Max was the one who she’d always been able to be herself with, entirely free of where she had come from, and where she’d ended up. Now— she was forced to act as if he were some sort of enemy. It made for a unsettling and rolling sensation in her stomach. They’d had such a simple existence together, and perhaps that had been how they’d grown so comfortable and close as they continued to first wake up together by accident, and in later weeks, months, and years by appointment. She still remembered the night she’d laid there next to him, with her skin still hot from their joining and said, ‘I guess you could be upgraded from no strings attached to friends with benefits.’ Because he had become a friend, and that friendship had done nothing but grow. Though his words would have amused her under less tense circumstances, her eyes narrowed in response, and she stuck her chin into the air stubbornly. “What? You don’t like it?” She wouldn’t be giving any real answers if he wasn’t. His reason for being here wasn’t exactly comforting. “So you’re here for your prince?” she asked point blank with sharp eyes, not generally one to beat around the bush.
If only he’d told her the truth long ago. Things would be much easier for the pair at that moment, but he reminded himself that perhaps a friendship would not have blossomed — those carefree moments only lasting months, rather than years. It was not a truthful way of living, still he did not regret his actions. Solana made things less complicated ( especially in a title filled with such chaos ) and gave him a sense of normality for once. He didn’t feel betrayed, nor hurt. The only feeling that he had was nerves, a sensation that he did not often experience. How could he tell her that he was himself a liar? He imagined it was something that could be seen as unforgivable, not to mention, both of them were headstrong. “I think it suits you perfectly,” His comment given sarcastically, “borrowing it from a friend?” He questioned, lips pulled into a firm line. “If you must know, I am here on my own accord.” Again, not a lie, yet far from the truth that the two were now dancing around. “Guess I’ll tell the entirety of it when you tell me exactly what this is all about.” He motioned to her attire, before crossing his arms across his chest.
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