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A weight had been lifted off his chest, while there were some hiccups, he survived giving the gift to his future wife. The light was slowly dying, painting a beautiful crimson across the clouds. His sight had been preoccupied with the beauty of the skies, he only realized now, he was no longer alone.
Standing in front of him was also a princess, yet the difference is that everything else is muted compared to her. His heart clenched, it hammered within his chest. Like the war drums sounding his army’s march, his heart was echoing it’s intent for her.
A calm mask effortlessly worn, did little to hide the shaking of his eyes and hands.
“Ji- Princess...” Siwan caught himself, addressing her with her proper title. “I hope you are been well.” He bowed to her, eager to place as much distance away from her as possible.
The longer she stays in his eyes, the higher that risk of betraying the crown becomes.
That his heart may whisper to him, that he may forsake the country for her.
“I... bid you farewell.”













