"The roses bloom brighter in Vaelith today," Alaric murmured as they passed the palace gardens, the gold on his uniform catching the sunlight. He walked a step behind, as always, yet his gaze lingered longer than duty required. "Where you tread, I follow—by command of the crown… and by choice." You grin back at him, causing a bit of a chuckle to escape his perfectly sculpted lips. Both treading down to the village market, one hosted right after crop season.
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