Night.
Seconoria.
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The sky darkened as heavy rain began to pour, the droplets drumming a rhythmic symphony on the rooftops and cobblestones of the castle courtyard. Theodore stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching the downpour with a determined glint in his eyes. He knew Freya loved the rain, and now, as confusion and uncertainty clouded her heart, he wanted to show her that he loved her and would always be there for her.
Without a second thought, Theodore ran into the rain, his footsteps splashing through the growing puddles. The cold water soaked through his clothes instantly, but he barely noticed. His only focus was on Freya, and how he could reach her through the turmoil she was facing. He stood in the center of the courtyard, his hair plastered to his forehead, his clothes clinging to his muscular frame.