His eyes burn with a hundred unspoken words. Brows furrowed, his jaw clenched to a fine point— swallowing his pride.
Your hand tightens around your nephew’s, each burying the pain whirling inside— silencing your resolve as his hand slips from yours, clutching the hilt of his sword like a vice before peeling his steely gaze from you with a hint of reluctance.
Each agonising step is like the twist of a knife, tearing deep within. And with a shaky breath, you withhold the dam, already broken.
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