The Past 3:
"What do you mean you are different!?" Amelie asked, confusion clouding her eyes. She shifted closer, looking intently into Gabriel's face.
"Father always stresses it. My mother wasn't the Luna Queen, but someone—someone he won't tell me about," Gabriel explained, the topic clearly a source of deep-seated unease. "My elder brother died mysteriously one day, and because of that, the immense responsibility of the entire Aurevalis kingdom has been shoved onto me." He looked away, his gaze lifting toward the pleasant blue sky, burdened by his fate.
Amelie shifted her weight, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face now hovered directly above his as she placed her palm softly against his cheek. "Gabriel, you have me," she offered sincerely. "I can manage your work as your assistant, if that's what you need."
