"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?"
Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon.
Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
3rd pov. Apollo is lead down a dim dungeon corridor. He's pushed into a cell at the end of the hall. They don't chain him, but they chain Pandora. She's still a purply blue, but it's wearing off. They look at each other, sadness writen all over their faces. Apollo hugs her as soon as his captors leave. He whispers to her, "Even if this affects us both, I will always be here for you." He leans against Pandora as she sticks her head over his shoulder and lays down. He cups her jaw, and sets his sword and shield down on the floor.
They stay in that position as they talk about random events they shared, events they didn't, and everything that ever happened to them. The light in the dungeon fades, and they fall asleep. Pandora has her head on his chest, and Apollo wraps his hand around her mussle. A quote told by Otice echos in his head about the dragon killers...
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/n The banner photo is what Pandora and Apollo look while they spill their lives to each other. Please read the next chapter.
