𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝟎𝟑𝟎

a/n; the part that everyone has been waiting for! i had quite a lot of fun writing this so I hope you guys have fun reading this too haha — remember to add this fic to your library to get updates and do vote and comment on this chapter as it would greatly motivate me! try not to be a silent reader!

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On the day that you were due to meet Silas, the skies were clear and sunny.

You stared at the mirror, frowning as you realized how tall you had become. You had become rather well built after years and years of honing your skills, and you certainly didn't look like a teenager anymore. Now at twenty one, you looked your age, though your face still carried a youthful glow to it. You owed it to your mother's marvelous cooking.

After your birthday a few years ago, you had continued to visit John, and he had continued to converse with you as well as give you free mocktails. You had gotten pretty popular with the folks there too, but you never became that close with them. That place wasn't your future — your future lied with the palace.

Your future lied with a person.

And you would meet that very person after six years, after you had run away and broken a promise.

You had packed little things into your satchel — some snacks to eat along the way to the palace, all the gifts and letters that Silas had sent, and the memory rock that Silas had wanted you to bring along. Of course, the memory rock was now filled to the brim with small memories that you had captured.

Your mother had prepared a feast as your last breakfast home, but you could hardly see yourself keeping it down out of your nerves and jittery feelings.

"I'm sorry," you said ruefully, shaking your head as you went into the kitchen. "Would it be possible to pack this and bring it to the palace instead? I'm sure Silas would love to try this. He has always loved your cooking."

"Has he?" Your mother flushed red, "alright, then. I'll do that."

Things had been amiable between you and your mother, which meant that you would be leaving her on a good note. You watched as she packed the sugary treats into a small box — you had been rather astounded by the idea of cinnamon rolls and pie for breakfast — and wondered if Silas's taste buds had remained the same. After all, he was now nineteen.

Nineteen, you thought wistfully, that means I've known him for thirteen years. That's incredibly long.

Your mother passed you the bag and you two locked eyes for a brief second, before she enveloped you in a hug. It was early in the morning, and yet you were supposed to set off very soon. If possible, you would have liked to have breakfast with Silas in the palace to ease into the relationship once more.

Her voice was shaky as she spoke, "I'll miss you."

You knew you would miss her, too. You would miss the sound of her bare feet against the wooden tiles as she baked, you would miss the smells of her cooking as they wafted through the kitchen to your room, and you would miss her scent.