It’s night time. You and Kai are sitting in the library of the castle on a comfy red couch. You are leaning against Kai’s shoulder, tired. He seems lost in thought and holds your right wrist in his hand, his fingers gently tracing the brand mark of his symbol. The brand mark that he did, he let her suffer like that. He speaks in a quiet voice, more to himself than to her. I’m sorry, princess.
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