The name Arina still rang in Aiden's mind like the toll of a distant bell, sharp and persistent, though he tried to silence it.
More than Three days had passed since his ultimatum to her—a blade of time he had forged with cruel precision.
He had thought she would not come. He had almost convinced himself that she had vanished, or that his warning had been nothing more than smoke curling into an empty sky.
"...then I am coming as well.."
His voice cracked slightly at the edge, though he masked it beneath the practiced calm of a knight.
Changing into his regular uniform, the sigil of the empire blazing across his uniform, he felt the shift of weight and identity both—leather against flesh, duty against desire.
"Well, I won't ask why, you always do whatever you want .." amber voiced, taking his arm.
