Their worlds were too far apart. They had sworn that they would do all they could to stay together, despite the circumstances. Oliver had made her swear, when he had come back wearing a crown, declaring that he didn't want it. Nila had gladly accepted. Now that same man had learned that he could not run from his responsibility. He had accepted it entirely. He didn't need her anymore.
The weight of that loneliness was enough to bring her to tears. She had no place in such a grand world. As he stood before the fire, she looked at his back, and studied it, as she had so many times before. She was sure that the next time she saw it, it would only be from very far away.
She turned on her heel, ever so slowly.
"Nila," Oliver's voice came sharply.
She stopped where she stood.
"I find a certainty in myself," he said. "I will fetch victory for the Stormfront."
