(I was walking down an empty, dimly lit alley, the silence pressing in around me. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow flicker at the edge of my vision. A chill ran down my spine as I realized—it was following me. I quickened my pace, hoping it would disappear, but the shadow moved faster, closing the distance between us. Heart pounding, I broke into a run, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. Just as I looked back, I missed the headlights bearing down on me from the side—a speeding car hurtling straight into my path...)
*Alarm ringing*
I'm Violet Pearl Ivanov, a 25-year-old college student, juggling studies and a part-time job as a book publisher. I love what I do, though it's mostly to pay off the debts my parents left behind. As I was heading to school this morning, I spotted the debt collectors down the street. They noticed me, too, but I quickly changed direction, slipping away before they could approach. Finally, I made it to school, relieved to be in the familiar buzz of my classroom. The day went smoothly after that—just another chapter in my life.
I was walking down an empty, dimly lit alley, the silence pressing in around me. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow flicker at the edge of my vision. A chill ran down my spine as I realized—it was following me. I quickened my pace, hoping it would disappear, but the shadow moved faster, closing the distance between us. Heart pounding, I broke into a run, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. Just as I looked back, I missed the headlights bearing down on me from the side—a speeding car hurtling straight into my path. I awoke beside a lake, drenched and shivering, the chill seeping into my bones. As I looked around, nothing seemed familiar—the landscape was strange, almost otherworldly. My mind felt hazy, fragments of memories slipping away, leaving only my name and the faint image of the world I came from. I spotted a bustling marketplace nearby, with merchants calling out and people milling about, so I made my way over, hoping to find help or at least someone who could tell me where I was. But as I walked through the crowd, my mind went blank—I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here, or why I was dressed in clothing from what looked like the Victorian era. I glanced around, noticing the curious stares of strangers. The women passing by wore elegant gowns, their hair pinned neatly, starkly contrasting my wet and messy appearance. Suddenly, I collided with someone—solid as a rock—and stumbled back in surprise. Before I could apologize, a voice rang out, sharp and indignant:
“How dare you lay your filthy hands on the Crown Prince!”
With a rough shove, they pushed me aside, leaving me stunned and reeling, The Crown Prince looked down at me with icy, indifferent eyes, making no move to help as I struggled to regain my balance. Just then, a gentleman stepped forward and offered me a hand. He introduced himself as Caesar Sergeyev, a Crown Prince from the distant kingdom of Aldmoor. Unlike the others, he was unknown here, a stranger in this land. I’d stumbled into the kingdom of Eldoria, ruled by the infamous Crown Prince Mikhael Lomonosov—a man known for his cruelty and chilling demeanor. Caesar’s presence felt like a lifeline amid the cold stares of Eldoria. I introduced myself to Caesar, explaining who I was and the strange circumstances that had brought me here. He listened intently, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.
"Are you truly from this land, my lady?" he asked, his voice gentle but puzzled. "I’ve never heard of such a place.”
Sensing my confusion, Caesar offered a reassuring smile.
"If you wish, you may stay at my castle for the time being. I’ll help you uncover where you came from and what has brought you to Eldoria."
His kindness was a welcome relief, a glimmer of hope in this unfamiliar world. But little did I know, Caesar already had a dark plan in mind. He knew more about me than he let on—he knew I was a Crown Princess from a distant land called Eldora. His kindness was merely a facade; he sought to gain my trust, intending to use me and my wealth for his ambitions. Upon arriving at his castle, Caesar spared no expense, dressing me in fine gowns and providing lavish meals. His hospitality was dazzling, yet beneath the elegance lay his hidden intentions, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. As night fell, Caesar led me to a luxurious room prepared just for me. He bid me goodnight with a courteous smile before heading off to his chambers. But sleep eluded me, so I decided to explore the castle, wandering its silent, dimly lit halls. As I moved through the grand corridors of Aldmoor, a strange feeling washed over me. Everything seemed oddly familiar—the names carved into statues, the faces in the paintings, even the subtle details in the tapestries. My head began to spin, and suddenly, memories started flooding back, like pieces of a puzzle snapping into place. In that instant, everything came rushing back—I remembered who I was, and the names that surrounded me in the paintings and carvings. They weren’t just decorations; they were part of my own story. And that’s when the realization struck me like a dagger: Caesar, the man I had begun to trust, was destined to be the one who would betray me and unravel everything I held dear. I stood there, frozen, as the truth crashed over me like a wave. I had been reincarnated into my book—the very story I had written. But how? I wasn’t supposed to be here. I had been just a side character, a name that echoed my real one. My place was meant to be in the kingdom of Eldoria, where my story ended tragically, with me leaping into a lake to escape the pain. That’s when it all clicked—the reason I had been wet when I first awoke. The reason I had felt so out of place. My story hadn’t ended as I remembered—it was starting again, but this time, I was no longer just a character on the page. I decided to wait until morning, knowing it would give me time to plan my next steps. As I made my way back to the room Caesar had given me, I began to carefully plot everything out in my mind. After all, I was the writer—I knew every corner of this castle, every hidden passage, and the flow of the story. I knew how the narrative unfolded, and I would use that to my advantage. I wasn’t just a character anymore; I had the knowledge of what was to come, and I would escape before Caesar’s plan could come to fruition. I woke to the sound of a bell ringing, its chime cutting through the silence. I quickly rose and went outside, where I saw Caesar standing by a carriage, waiting for me. He called out with a grin,
“I’ll wait for you, my lady. Get dressed and come down.”
I knew what tonight was—there was a grand royal ball happening, and Mikhael Lomonosov, the ruthless Crown Prince of Eldoria, would be there. This was my chance. As much as Caesar tried to control my fate, I saw an opening. The ball could be the perfect opportunity to slip away, to escape from his grasp and regain control of my own story. I dressed in my finest, making sure to mask any trace of the turmoil inside me. I needed to play my part—nothing could be out of place. I joined Caesar in the carriage, and together we made our way to the royal ball. When we arrived, the party was already in full swing. We took our seats as the speaker’s voice echoed through the hall, announcing the festivities. My eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and there he was—Mikhael Lomonosov. I had a plan in mind, but for now, I would play along. I would enjoy the night with Caesar, let him believe I was completely enthralled, so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. But as the night wore on, boredom began to set in. I watched Caesar swirl across the dance floor with another lady, lost in his world. I knew it was time to act. Quietly, I excused myself and slipped away, moving unnoticed toward the back garden of the castle. The cool night air greeted me, and I felt a strange sense of freedom as I stepped outside, away from the suffocating luxury of the ball. Suddenly, I heard rustling from the bushes, and my heart skipped a beat. I gripped a nearby stick, holding it up as if it could protect me.
"Who’s there? I’m not afraid of you!" I called out, trying to sound braver than I felt.
From behind the bushes, Mikhael Lomonosov stepped forward, his deep chuckle echoing through the night.
"How exactly do you plan to kill someone with a stick, Princess?" he teased, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips.
His voice sent a chill down my spine, yet there was something unsettlingly captivating about his presence. I sighed, lowering the stick, feeling a mix of relief and frustration.
"I thought someone was trying to kill me," I muttered, glancing at Mikhael.
"By the way, you’re the Crown Prince of this land, right? What are you doing here?" Mikhael leaned casually against a tree, his expression amused.
"I was bored," he replied with a shrug. "And besides, this is my favorite spot to relax. What about you? Why are *you* here, Princess? And is Caesar your... partner?" His eyes flickered with curiosity, a hint of something more dangerous beneath the surface.
"Yeah, Caesar is my partner," I replied, my voice tinged with indifference. "But he’s busy dancing with some lady, minding his own business. I decided to step out for a bit. It was getting pretty boring inside—just sitting there, watching everything unfold with nothing to do." I shrugged, trying to mask the frustration I felt.
The night had been stifling, and I needed a break from all the pretenses. I raised an eyebrow and shot him a playful smile.
"How about you, Prince Mikhael? What are *you* doing here, and where's your partner?" I asked, teasing him lightly, curiosity lacing my tone.
"I don’t have a partner," Mikhael replied with a hint of indifference.
“Oh, my apologies, Your Highness," I said, dipping into a mock curtsy.
"I’m Violet Pearl Ivanov, Crown Princess of Eldora." I tilted my head, a playful smirk crossing my lips. "Where's Princess Hazel Ruby Orlov? She’s supposed to be with you, isn’t she? Dancing? “Mikhael’s expression darkened slightly.
"She’s dancing with some man," he replied, his voice laced with frustration. "And there’s nothing I can do about it."
"Oh, well, that's disappointing," I replied with a feigned pout, my tone light but curious. Mikhael looked at me, his expression unreadable.
"Princess Violet," he said, his voice smooth, "why don’t you pretend to be my wife for the evening? I’d rather not have Hazel’s presence in my castle." His words were casual, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
It suddenly hit me—Mikhael was the male lead in this story, destined to end up with Hazel, the female lead. She was meant to be his wife, the one woven into the narrative with him. I was just a side character, a name on the periphery, never meant to take her place. If I stepped into her role, it would alter the entire story, shifting the balance of everything I’d written. And yet, here I was, caught in the very web I’d created.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "How could I possibly be your wife for the evening?" I replied with a light laugh. "Lady Hazel is waiting for you, after all."
Mikhael smirked, pulling me close by the waist. "I don’t want Lady Hazel to be my wife," he murmured with a mischievous grin. "I want *you* to be my wife."
I blushed so hard that my face turned bright red. Mikhael just laughed, then took my hand and kissed it gently. “Will you be my wife, Lady Violet?” he asked with a warm smile.
I was speechless when he said that, afraid that responding might break the flow of the story. But deep down, I knew this was my only way to reach Eldoria with Prince Mikhael and live freely. In the human world, I was already considered dead, and there was no escape from this story. So, I decided I would rather live happily here than return to the suffering of my old life.
I hesitated, unsure if I should say it, but with no other choice, I finally whispered, “Yes.” Mikhael’s eyes lit up as he pulled me into a warm hug, and then kissed my hand. “I’ll cancel my engagement to Lady Hazel," he said, smiling. "I’ll introduce you to my father, and soon, you and I will be married.”
I was stunned, unable to believe he was serious—I thought he had just been teasing. But then he took my hand and led me back to the royal ball, where he introduced me to everyone, his gaze filled with certainty.
"Attention, everyone!" Mikhael announced boldly. "This is Lady Violet from the land of Eldora. I am ending my engagement to Lady Hazel—I will marry Lady Violet instead."
Then, without warning, he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me in front of the room. As the guests whispered in shock, I saw Caesar glaring at me, his eyes filled with fury, while Lady Hazel began to cry. "You vile woman! How dare you steal him from me—I will never forgive you!" she shouted, her voice breaking.
My heart ached to see her so hurt; she was a good person in this story and had done nothing wrong. Caesar’s voice cut through the silence, his tone cold and bitter. “You ungrateful woman,” he spat. “I gave you food, clothes, and a bed to sleep in. I even brought you here, and this is how you repay me?”
Caesar stormed forward, grabbing me roughly by the wrist, but before I could react, Mikhael's fist connected with Caesar's face, sending him stumbling back until he landed hard on the floor. “Don’t you dare touch Lady Violet with your filthy hands,” Mikhael said in a deep, cold voice that echoed through the hall.
Everyone gasped in shock. Mikhael, known for his selfish and toxic ways, had never cared about anyone but himself. Yet here he was, standing up for me—an ordinary side character. I could hardly believe it. Somehow, I’d completely turned my story upside down.
We left the royal ball after that, riding in silence as his carriage took us toward Eldoria, his homeland. The quiet felt heavy between us, and finally, I gathered the courage to break it. “Why would you choose me instead of Princess Hazel?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “You were meant for each other.”
He looked at me with unexpectedly gentle eyes. “Remember the first time I saw you, at the merchant’s market?” he began softly. “One of my guards pushed you, and I wanted to help you, but Caesar got to you first. I couldn’t understand it then, but seeing you made my stomach flutter—a feeling I’d never had before. After that, I watched for you, and when I saw you again near the castle, I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore. It’s strange for me to feel anything for anyone, let alone someone like you. But I couldn’t hold back—I had to tell you. I want you as my wife, and I do believe…it was love at first sight.”
His face turned slightly pink, and I felt myself blush too, completely flustered. I could hardly believe that a man as cold as him would open up to…someone as ordinary as me.
"W-what!? M-me? You’re not joking, right?" I stammered, completely taken aback.
“Yes, you,” he said in a very low voice.
I was completely shocked and caught off guard by his confession. It left me speechless. Suddenly, I shouted, “Stop!”
“Uh, I know a place nearby… it’s a river. I’ll come back.”
I felt flustered, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. My mind was racing, and before I could even think clearly, I jumped off the carriage and hurried away, not knowing what to do next.
I wasn’t even sure if there was a river nearby, but I ran off toward the forest anyway. Mikhael followed me, and we quickly found ourselves deep in the trees. Suddenly, the sky opened up, and it started pouring heavily. We were both drenched, the rain coming down in sheets. I found shelter under a large tree, already soaked and shivering. It didn’t take long for Mikhael to catch up. He stood there for a moment, looking at me, before stepping closer, his concern clears in his eyes.
“I... uh, why did you follow me?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Because I was worried about you, idiot. Why’d you run off like that?” he replied.
“I... I needed to clear my head. I can’t even believe someone like you, a prince, would fall for someone like me. I wasn’t thinking straight. I got so flustered, and I just... ran off. I made up some stupid excuse about a river when there wasn’t even one nearby.”
“Pfft… AHAHAHA!” he burst out laughing.
“Hey! That wasn’t even funny,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
He sat down beside me under the tree, his voice soft and sincere. “I’m being honest with you—I like you. And... I hope you feel the same way.”
“I do. That’s exactly why I’m so flustered… ugh, it’s pathetic. Here I am, getting all worked up just because someone confessed to me. It’s like I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve spent my whole life not caring about anything... until now.”
He chuckled softly, draping his coat over my shoulders. “Me too. I’ve spent my whole life filled with anger, thinking only of myself. I never cared about anyone… but now, here I am, falling for a girl I’ve only met twice.”
The rain poured down for hours as we sat together under that tree, sharing pieces of ourselves we’d never told anyone else. Finally, the storm eased, and we made our way back to the carriage, both of us soaked to the bone but somehow closer than ever.
We were still in the carriage on our way to his castle when I drifted off, resting my head on his shoulder. By the time we arrived, I was fast asleep, so he gently lifted me in his arms and carried me to a guest room near his own. He instructed the servants to help me change into dry clothes, then retired to his room to rest.
A soft knock on the door woke me. “Lady Violet, are you awake? It’s Mikhael. May I come in?”
“Yes, you may,” I replied, still groggy. He stepped into the room carrying a breakfast tray. I realized, with a bit of embarrassment, that my hair was a tangled mess from sleep.
“You look really cute with your hair all messy like that,” he said with a smile. I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed. “Would you mind if I combed it for you?”
“I-uhm... yes, of course!” I stammered, caught off guard. He smiled and took a brush from one of the drawers. He gently came over to my bed and began to run it through my long, silky white hair. “Your hair is so soft,” he remarked, his voice full of admiration.
“Thank you. By the way, Prince Mikhael, did I fall asleep last night? The only thing I remember is when we got into the carriage.”
As he carefully brushed through my hair, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest. There was something comforting about the tenderness in his touch, but a part of me still felt unsure, like I wasn’t fully awake to the situation.
“I’m not sure,” Mikhael replied, his voice gentle as he continued brushing. “You were so tired, you barely said a word on the way back. I thought it might be better to let you rest.”
I nodded, still feeling the weight of the conversation we’d had in the forest, how he’d admitted his feelings for me, and how I had stumbled over my words in response.
Suddenly, I heard a soft knock at the door.
“Prince Mikhael, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Lady Elara is waiting for you in the garden,” came the voice of one of the servants.
Mikhael paused, brushing my hair for a moment longer before he set the brush down on the table beside me. “Thank you, I’ll be right there,” he called out. He turned to me with a smile. “I’ll be back shortly. Don’t move, okay?”
“Of course,” I whispered, my voice suddenly small.
He left the room, and the silence felt heavy. I sat there, my thoughts tangled in a web of confusion. *Lady Elara?* Who was she? I hadn’t heard of anyone by that name, but the way the servant had addressed her—like she was someone important—made a strange, uncomfortable feeling stir in my chest. I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered.
Minutes passed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Curiosity gnawed at me, and without thinking, I stood up and moved toward the window. My heart skipped a beat when I saw them—Mikhael and a beautiful woman, laughing together in the garden. She had long, flowing dark hair and wore a bright red gown that shimmered under the sun.
They looked... comfortable together. Too comfortable.
I felt a pang of jealousy twist inside me, sharp and unexpected. *Why does it bother me so much?* I wasn’t even sure why I cared, but the way she smiled at him, the way he laughed... it made something in my chest tighten painfully.
For a moment, I thought about turning away, pretending I hadn’t seen anything. But instead, I stayed there, watching as Mikhael bent down to hand her a rose, his hand lingering a little too long on hers. Her fingers brushed his lightly, and she whispered something in his ear that made him laugh again.
My stomach churned. I wasn’t sure what it was—fear or something else—but a part of me couldn’t help but feel betrayed. *I barely even know him… Why does it hurt so much to see him with someone else?*
I turned away from the window and rushed back to the bed, burying my face in my hands. *What am I even feeling?*
The door opened suddenly, and Mikhael’s voice called out, “Lady Violet?”
I looked up, startled. He was standing there, looking slightly confused. “You alright?” he asked, stepping toward me.
I quickly wiped my face, hoping he didn’t notice the tears that had threatened to form. “I… I’m fine,” I lied, forcing a smile. “I just… didn’t feel well for a second.”
Mikhael didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press further. “If you need anything, just let me know. I was just with Lady Elara for a moment. She’s been asking about you.”
At the mention of her name, my chest tightened again, and I fought to keep my expression neutral. “Lady Elara?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
“Yes,” Mikhael said, his tone casual. “She’s a friend of mine. Her family has been close to mine for years. She’s been very curious about you since we arrived. I told her you might be resting, but she insisted on seeing you.”
I didn’t know what to say. The words “friend” and “curious” were a sharp contrast to the way he’d looked at her in the garden, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of jealousy rush through me.
“Right,” I muttered, my heart sinking. “I see.”
Mikhael, sensing the tension in the room, frowned slightly. “You don’t look alright, Violet. Is something bothering you?”
I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head. “It’s nothing. I’m just... tired.”
He studied me for a long moment, as if weighing whether to push further, but then sighed. “If you’re sure. I’ll give you some space, then. But remember, I’m here if you need to talk.”
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I even knew what to say to him. He left the room again, and I sank back onto the bed, my thoughts swirling in confusion. *Why am I feeling this way?*
I couldn’t help but feel the distance growing between us, and though I didn’t want to admit it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Lady Elara might be more than just a friend to Mikhael.
And in that moment, I realized something—no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I had feelings for him too. Feelings that were making everything else harder to bear.
Prince Mikhael stepped into the room, his expression soft. “May I continue brushing your hair?” he asked gently, his voice warm with the same care he’d shown earlier.
"Sure," I said, hesitantly. "But... can I ask a few questions?"
He nodded, his hands still gently holding the brush. "Of course."
"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He looked at me with a serious expression. "No."
I felt a sharp pang in my chest but pushed forward. "Do you want to be with me forever?"
Mikhael: "No."
Violet: "Would you cry if I left you?"
Mikhael: "No."
Violet: "Would you live for me?"
Mikhael: "No."
Violet: "Would you do anything for me?"
Mikhael: "No."
Violet: "Would you choose me... or your life?"
Mikhael: "My life."
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "I hate you! I never want to see you again!" I choked out, my voice breaking as the emotions spilled over.
Mikhael suddenly grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was intense, locking with mine.
"I don't think you're pretty," he said softly. "You're beautiful. I don’t just want to be with you forever—I need to be with you forever. I wouldn't cry if you left... I would die. I wouldn't live for you—I would die for you. And the reason I chose my life is because you are my life." His words struck me to the core, and before I could react, he added, "And I love you more than my life. "I froze, the weight of his confession sinking in. "I know you were jealous because I spoke to Lady Elara," he said, his voice softening. "But she’s my cousin."
Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I was completely taken by surprise, the tenderness of his kiss leaving me breathless.
The days after that kiss were a blur of happiness and uncertainty. Mikhael and I grew closer, and the bond between us seemed unbreakable. But as the days passed, whispers began to spread through the castle, and I could sense the shift in the air. Something was wrong.
It all came to a head when Mikhael received word of unrest from the neighboring kingdom of Caesar. The king of Aldmoor and his wife Princess Hazel, had been making threats about our union. They didn’t want Mikhael marrying someone like me, someone they considered beneath him, and were determined to stop it.
I tried not to worry, but the anxiety gnawed at me as Mikhael prepared for war. He assured me it would be fine, that he would return safely, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was coming.
One night, as the battle between their forces and Mikhael’s soldiers raged, a messenger arrived, breathless and wide-eyed. “Prince Mikhael has been gravely wounded!” he cried.
I felt the world collapse beneath me.
I rushed to the battlefield, despite the protests of the guards, my heart pounding in my chest. When I found him, he was barely conscious, blood staining his clothes, his face pale and bruised. His men had fought fiercely, but the battle had been brutal. The king of Caesar had sent an assassin to take Mikhael’s life, and it had almost succeeded. But Mikhael’s strength, his will to live, had pulled him through.
“Violet,” he whispered weakly as I knelt beside him. “I... I promised I would come back to you...”
Tears streamed down my face as I held him, trying to stop the blood from flowing. “Please, Mikhael, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.”
He smiled faintly, despite the pain. “I won’t leave you. I love you too much... I’ll fight for us... I always will.”
I couldn’t stop crying, my hands trembling as I tried to hold onto him, praying that he would survive. The healers worked tirelessly, and with the help of his warriors, Mikhael’s life was saved, though it took weeks for him to fully recover.
During that time, I never left his side. I watched him struggle, seeing how fragile life could be, and how quickly it could be taken from us. But through it all, Mikhael never lost his determination, his love for me. He made a full recovery, and his kingdom rallied behind him, united in their support for our union. But in the end, we won. When Mikhael was finally strong enough, he took me aside one evening, his hand gently brushing my cheek. “I promised you forever, Violet. And I’m going to keep that promise.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him.
And so, we planned our wedding.
The day was a blur of joy, and the grand ceremony was held in the castle gardens, under the blooming trees where we had shared a kiss. Mikhael looked more handsome than I had ever seen him, his dark hair swept back, his royal attire gleaming in the sunlight. I wore a simple but elegant white gown, my long, silky white hair cascading down my back, and I felt like the luckiest person alive.
Mikhael held my hands as we exchanged vows, his voice steady despite everything we’d been through. “Violet, you are my everything. You are the reason I breathe, the reason I fight. I promise to love you for all my days, through every challenge, through every triumph.”
I smiled through my tears, my heart overflowing with love for him. “And I promise to stand by you, to love you, and to never let go. You are my life, Mikhael, and I will always choose you, no matter the cost.”
As the vows were sealed with a kiss, the crowd erupted into applause, and I could see the joy in Mikhael’s eyes as he held me close, his lips meeting mine in a kiss full of promise.
Our marriage was not just the joining of two people, but the joining of two kingdoms—one bound by love, the other by blood. Mikhael and I worked together to unite our lands, rebuilding what had been broken by war and hatred. And though there were still challenges, we faced them as one.
Mikhael had fought for our love, and in the end, it had conquered all.
We spent the rest of our lives together, building a future for our people, for our kingdom, and most importantly, for each other. No threat, no war, no challenge could ever tear us apart. And as we grew older, we never stopped loving each other, always remembering the battles we’d fought—together—and the promise we had made.
(Hi! I'm Sittie, a short story romance writer. This is the first story I'm publishing, so please forgive me if there are any errors. I'm a Filipina, and I'm still working on improving my grammar. Thank you for being so understanding, and I hope you enjoyed the story!)