I Am Not Being Forced

Yorian stood poised on the cliff's edge, lost in memories of days gone by. Vivid in his mind were those captivating forest-green eyes, radiant with a natural beauty that mirrored the lushness of the woods.

"You naive woman," he murmured with a bitter smile playing upon his lips. "Perhaps it's for the best that you're gone. you would have been nothing but an annoyance to me given how foolish you were."

For a prolonged moment, he remained in contemplation. His eyes, glistening with moisture, remained shut tight. His lengthy silver locks gracefully danced with the chill breeze, enveloping him in an aura of solemnity and nostalgia.

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Arlan headed to the palace to visit his father. Inside the study, King Ailwin was engrossed in his duties. However, upon hearing of Arlan's arrival, he set aside his work, anticipation evident in his gaze as he awaited his son's entrance.