The king was on the end of his wits. The pressure from the rulers of every country, the preparation to counter attack, and the things he did that clearly were out of bounds.
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"I'm really sorry, Faustina."
"…about what?" Faustina probed.
"Huh?"
"What are you sorry for, Your Majesty?" Faustina asked. "Is it because I remember what you did?"
"No," the king denied. "It's…"
Silence.
"It's what?" Faustina challenged. "Are you really sorry?"
The king lifted his gaze now to say a word, but none came out of his mouth. She was looking at him with such hurt evident in her face.
"Why?" She murmured. "Why are you telling me you're sorry? What are you sorry about?"
There was no response. Faustina wanted to laugh.
And she was so ready to forgive him, too.
Faustina bowed at the king before taking her leave.
"Glory upon the Feuersturm Empire."
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