"When the hearts of those two souls entwined, even the heavens themselves trembled, unable to separate them. The thread of their love, a binding force, will reunite them once more, birthing a moment never witnessed by this universe.
And in that mome...
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Kim Gi-Su raised an eyebrow. "Come now, Darling, it's just a political arrangement. Our son will be well taken care of, and it will secure our family's future."
Harim's eyes flashed with anger, her voice trembling. "At what cost? Our child's happiness? His freedom?.I won't let that happen!"
"You're being dramatic, Harim. It's been promised. It's about our kingdom's reputation. You know the game." Harim's face contorted in anguish, her words barely audible. "I know exactly how it works, Gi-Su. And that's why I'll never let them take our son away from us."
"He'll get married eventually, so why not now? Besides, I don't see how it matters whether he's here or there. It's all just as...futile," Gi-su said, but trailed off under Harim's withering glare. He snorted and turned to leave, saying, "I'll speak with him at dinner. You take a shower," before exiting the room, leaving his wife alone.
Harim's eyes locked onto the scroll, her mind racing with the memories she thought she'd left behind. The wax seal of Erelle's royal crest seemed to mock her, a reminder of the memories she left back long ago.
"I won't let them take him," she whispered,"I won't let her destroy his innocence, his spirit. I barely escaped with my own life... I won't send my child to suffer the same fate."
Harim's grip on the cupboard tightened, her knuckles white with tension. She knew she had to make a choice: surrender to the political pressures or risk everything to protect her child.
A pair of dark orbs watched her from the narrow gap between the door and the frame. Then, four paws padded softly towards a secluded corner of the palace, halting before a closed door. After a brief pause, the door swung open, and the dark eyes scanned the room, coming to rest on a figure seated before a mirror.
The boy's slender fingers guided a comb through his shoulder-length sapphire hair, his gaze fixed intently on his reflection in the old mirror. The comb stopped in mid-air, tangled with his locks,as he stared back at the dark eyes boring at him through the glass's surface.
The paws padded silently into the room, the tail twitching. The boy's gaze never wavered from the mirror, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "Ciara," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I sense you've brought news."
Ciara approached the boy, its eyes fixed on his face. It meows softly, as if sharing a secret. The boy's smile grew, his indigo eyes glinting with intrigue. "My life's gonna take a sharp turn. Right?"
She purred, rubbing her head against his ankle. "Don't worry my pookie! It won't be something I can't handle"
A knock on the door broke his reverie, and he allowed the maid to enter. "My prince, your father demands your presence at dinner." The omega nodded, aware that Ciara was long gone, hidden away somewhere. He rose and walked towards the dining area, his nerves steady. This summon wasn't unexpected.
