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Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 264. Legacy II
Rose stole a glance at Angel. The stern lines etched on his face, gave an illusion of cruelty. Yet, she saw beyond the facade, a glimpse into the depth of his character. A faint smile curled on her lips.
"That's why I love you," she confessed, her voice a hushed murmur that seemed to mingle with the castle's ghostly sighs.
Angel turned his gaze toward her, his eyes like pools of mystery. His rugged features softened, a subtle warmth melting the icy exterior.
Rose took a deep breath, the air seemed to shimmer with the unspoken. "You look cruel in front but you are kind in your heart," she continued, her words like delicate notes of a melancholic melody. The realization, like a bittersweet potion, flowed between them.
Angel sighed, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon visible through an arched window. He had always been a king who thought deeply, considering the ripples his decisions would create. Rose sensed the burden he carried and admired the strength with which he bore it.
Taking a deep breath, Rose added, "You have given a long and hard thought about this. Always looking for ways to minimize your actions’ impact, especially on those innocent or unconnected to our struggles." Her words hung in the air. He sought justice with a measured hand, ensuring that those who deserved punishment received it, sparing the innocent from the storm.
Rose's fingers intertwined with Angel's, holding onto his hand as if grounding him in the swirling chaos. "Despite the world being cruel to you, the man I love... has not changed," she uttered, the sincerity in her voice echoing through the dimly lit chamber. Deep inside, a quiet happiness bloomed within Rose.
Angel's gaze, heavy with the weight of his experiences, met Rose's as she spoke. A faint smile began to form. Yet, beneath the surface, his heart clung to bitterness like a shadow refusing to dissipate.
"Thank you," he replied, the words carrying a mixture of gratitude and a lingering sense of sorrow. His voice held a vulnerability that only Rose could evoke.
In that fleeting moment, as their hands remained entwined, Angel found solace in Rose's words. The acknowledgment that, despite the cruelties of their world and the burdens he bore, he was still recognized as a human being. The simple yet profound gratitude for being seen and loved resonated through his being.
Once they arrived, Angel and Rose stepped into the dimly lit chamber. The room, adorned with rich tapestries and a heavy oak table, welcomed Angel and Rose as they entered. The rest of the day unfolded within the chamber's confines. A platter of fruits, cheeses, and warm bread was brought in, a modest feast for two amidst the solemnity. Angel and Rose, consumed by the intricacies of their plans, paused only to share bites and sips.
For the most part of the day, the room became a sanctuary, witnessing the ebb and flow of ideas and plans. From a hearty meal to the strategic plotting of Rose's impending ceremony. Angel and Rose, seated across from each other, delved into the details of what the announcement would entail.
Angel planned to seize the opportunity to weave a tapestry of Rose’s accomplishments as a bargaining chip. Their collaborative efforts to quell the rebels on Zephyrus to the night when Rose stood by Angel's side, aiding in dismantling the rebellion orchestrated by Ilex. Each victory would be narrated in detail, highlighting Rose's indispensable role as Angel's confidante and companion. With this, no one could refuse his decision.
The other guests also mostly did the same thing. They were in their own rooms, aware of the fragility of the current situation, retreated into their own contemplative silences. Fear of exacerbating an already precarious circumstance lingered in the shadows, an unspoken agreement to remain discreet.
King Gervis and Ophelia wore invisible cloaks of mourning. Their minds, heavy with grief, were simultaneously burdened with the pressing need to unravel the intricacies of Ilex's demise. The ongoing investigation cast a veil of uncertainty. If they were unlucky, they would be the ones who take the blame for Ilex's death.
The castle, once a symbol of grandeur and celebration, now stood as a silent witness to the prince’s death.
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