The Queen's Rejection.

Allen finally figured out what they want from him.

And if he knew himself, he knew that he would not give in that easily.

He wasn't a whore who jumped at any chance to marry or share a bed with a king.

He actually had something called self respect.

He was Allen Vogel, and hell if anyone wanted to claim him.

Not a chance in a million years.

And he knew about a million years, trust him.

Ah, yet another round of the same game.

He wondered, each time another restart was played.

When would this end?

But he shook away the knowledge of the impending heartbreaks.

He'd done this before, and he'd do it again.

Just... Keep them as far away as possible.

No need to spiral deeper into the tornado of losing fights of his brain and heart.

But he knew.

This sick, twisted game would always restart.

And they would never be free.