"Duchess... how could you do this to us? We just wanted to meet you," one of the merchants pleaded.
"But I don't..." Arshina started, her discomfort evident.
"You are so cruel, Duchess," another one interjected, frustration evident in his tone.
"Why are you so distant with us? We just want you to talk with us," a tear glistened in the corner of another merchant's eye.
it feels like a lump forming in my throat at the sight of their tears. It is all very uncomfortable for me...
"My dear merchant partners... I am sorry," Arshina apologized softly before swiftly making her escape to the balcony.
"Duchess..." they called after her, but she didn't stop.
"Wait... we need to talk..." their voices trailed off as they were left behind.
On the balcony, Arshina stood with a glass of grape juice in her hand, seeking solace from the discomfort of the situation.
Alone on the balcony, she stood amidst the gentle caress of the evening breeze, letting it wrap around her like a comforting embrace. The cool touch of the wind brought a sense of tranquility, soothing the tumultuous currents of her mind and filling her with a serene calmness. This feels nice..
As she gazed out over the expanse of the royal gardens, illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight, she felt a profound sense of peace settle over her. The world below seemed to slow to a gentle rhythm, the sounds of laughter and music muted by the vastness of the night.
With each breath, she felt herself becoming one with the night-the chill of the air mingling with the warmth of her thoughts, creating a harmony that was both invigorating and calming. In this moment of solitude, she found solace in the stillness, a respite from the chaos of the world below.In the embrace of the night, she found a sense of belonging-a reminder that even in solitude, they are never truly alone.
As we danced, the Grand Duke suddenly asked me a startling question, "Did he force you?"
Surprised, she stumbled slightly over her steps. "What?" she replied, taken aback by his inquiry.
"Did Kylan forced on you in bed?" His tone was tinged with irritation, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Kylan... told you... or did you hear it from someone?" Arshina asked, seeking clarification.
"Kylan told me... wait... does that mean he did force you to bed?" His eyes now blazed with fury.
Arshina sighed, feeling the weight of the conversation. "Grand Duke, you already know.I don't let anyone touch me. And that night, we unconsciously drank a love potion that led to both of us losing control of ourselves. Kylan is still blaming himself for that... but I've already told him that it's not his fault. I am really sure that it was me who forced myself on him."
"Are you sure? You don't remember what happened that night?" he pressed, his gaze searching hers.
"As I already told you... we lost control of our minds... so neither of us remembers what happened that night," she explained, frustration evident in her voice. And I... I who lost all the freaking memories... I am still remembering, but the barrier in my mind is protecting those memories... it's shackled in my mind, all about Kylan. His whole memories are trapped there... I've tried to force it open, but I've been unable to. I have already finished my eleventh circle... and still unable... What do I have to do to get his memories back?
He flicked his finger on her forehead gently, bringing her back to the present moment. "What are you thinking, sweetie? Now I understand why he told me beforehand," he mused softly.
YOU ARE READING
Forgotton
Fantasy"Amidst forgotten memories, can she rediscover her past and confront a husband she doesn't remember?" A married young couple is forced to arrange marriage..how will they pass the coming trouble.. a wife who had known love but didn't know how to acc...
