"I've accepted I was not to be loved in the first place. There was no happy ending for me from the very beginning." Atanas smiled tiredly.
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When Athanasia reincarnated into the world of a Novel, 'The Lovely Princess', she immediately thought...
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☾ Third POV ☽
Atanas rested his chin on Felix's shoulder, tired from the last two years of his life— oh yeah and the carriage ride to the palace was tiring too. But y'know, fighting for his life at the age of 11? A lot more tiring compared to the carriage ride.
His arms hung on the red head's shoulders, his body aching from his injuries he received. "Please go slower Felix." He winced out.
The red head immediately obeyed, "Apologies your highness." As requested, he slowed his walking to help him become comfortable.
When he returned to the palace— he wasn't surprised that there wasn't a grand ceremony to welcome him back or anything. The Obelian empire did not know the circumstances of the front lines, and his father kept it a secret to not panic the citizens.
He had to admit— though he may not be an affectionate father to him, Atanas can say he is a good emperor.
Arriving at the boy's room, slowly Felix bent down to gently let the prince go. Atanas huffed and limped towards his door before grasping the handle.
"Prince Atanas I will come back to aid you after some rest." Bowed the knight.
The mentioned boy who had no one in the palace to comfort him, nor turned an eye to him, truly wanted to allow himself to find comfort with Felix.
But the past two years was harsh on the 11 year old.
"I'll be fine. Go find father and the princess instead." Without wanting to wait for his answer, Atanas quickly entered his room and closed the door behind him.
He covered his ears as he blocked out Felix's voice who only sounded like mumbles from behind the door.
Atanas didn't want to hear what his choice would be. Despite him acting as if all is fine, he wanted to be comforted.
He didn't want to hear the possible chance of Felix obeying his command. He wanted the knight to choose him.
He wanted someone for once to choose him.
Despite his mannerism— Atanas was still an 11 year old boy. He had childish feelings as well.
The boy dragged himself to rest on his bed, passing out from exhaustion and pain.
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A black haired magician lazily slouched in his seat as he spoke with the blond girl, chewing on a cookie.
