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The Kingdom of Azalon ~ 17 years ago |
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"Arnald?" He raised his head to the call of his name, looking at his beautiful wife's face which contorted into one of worry.
Stretching forward brushing the few strands of wild hair behind her ear, "You don't look happy, tell me what's bothering you?"
Retracting from his grasp, she took a step backwards.
"Arnald?" She called again, looking down, twirling her index fingers. "Please stay longer." Tears brimmed her eyelids.
"Joycelyn." Arnald felt heartbroken upon her words, hating himself for causing her pain, "I can't." He hated himself more for his response.
He couldn't forsake his duties even if he wanted to, his ego was also clouding his reasonable thinking.
"Arnald, think of our son, our family, please!" She begged, the tears flowing freely now.
"Father?" A young voice called from behind, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.
