You would be perfectly fine under the protection of the royal guards if Emma had never been a part of your life. None of this would have happened. You would never get hurt.
— Connie
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"Let's pretend they were different person. Bright the asshole and Bright who saved my life." She murmured.
Observing him in good health would resolve the unspoken obligations between them – a debt of gratitude and a debt of life.
Once reassured, Emma planned a hasty return to her ordinary life, eager to leave behind the lingering shadows of Bright. She envisioned a swift departure right after receiving her first paycheck.
As they entered the palace grounds, Emma felt the weight of the royal family's residence for the first time.
Ornate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of historical significance, and polished marble floors reflected the warm glow of intricate chandeliers hanging overhead.
