On the edge of the cliff overlooking the central kingdom of the Wolferein, a palpable sense of anguish hung heavy in the air. Seraphine, her trembling fingers clutching the precipice, heard a voice quivering with despair that reached out to her.
By her side There's a man of extraordinary handsomeness, his face etched with grief as he bore witness to the unfolding tragedy. His eyes, normally filled with strength and determination, were now clouded with sorrow.
Resting on the man's lap lay the enchanting red-haired girl, her beauty starkly contrasted by the cruel wound on her shoulder—a gaping, treacherous hole in her heart, yes she been attacked by a curse, that seemed to epitomize the depths of their despair.
"Darling," the girl whispered, her voice barely more than a fragile breath, "I'm so sorry. I can't be with you any longer."
The man's tears flowed like a torrential downpour as he clung to her desperately. "Please, don't say that," he pleaded, his voice breaking with emotion.
"This is the first time, I saw you Cry, Darling",She whispered.
The girl looked up at the man and gave him a slender, melancholic look. Her once-bright eyes had started to become dim.
"Darling, I hope you can find happiness even without me," she said. The brave wolf, Wildan, attempted to use his little healing abilities to treat the wound, but it was too deep and unhealable for him.The battlefield was a brutal reminder of their persistent enemies, causing the world to feel as though it was closing in on them.
"Cough, cough," Seraphine struggled to speak, each word a testament to her fading strength. "This is... no use, Darling. I can't hold on any longer."
"Please," he implored, his voice choked with grief. "Seraphine," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, "I was careless. I should have protected you."
But Seraphine, her form now ethereal and fading, managed to offer a weak but heartrending smile. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke with labored breath,
"Darling, if... if I could meet you again, whether in the past or the future, I would choose the same path. I would....choose you, again... and again."
"No, No, No We can face this"
As tears streamed down Seraphine's face, she whispered
"Darling please listen to my last story, do you remember our plan back then darling."
"Yes Yes",
His thoughts drifted to some memories in the past.
Wildan and Seraphine often found solace and happiness in the simple moments they shared during the beautiful days of their past. The fragrance of blooming flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves filled the air as they strolled hand in hand through the royal gardens.
Seraphine turned to Wildan with a gentle smile as her heart overflowed with love. "When can we go on our honeymoon?" she asked, her voice tinged with longing for the future.
Wildan shifted his focus to her after being mesmerized by the beauty of the garden. He replied, "Ah, our honeymoon,I promise, Seraphine, once the kingdom is stable and I have completed my training, we will have the most enchanting honeymoon."
Seraphine's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I can't wait," she admitted, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"I want it to be a time when we can leave behind all our worries and just be together."
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his love for her overflowing. "I promise, my love. We'll escape from our responsibilities for a while and make unforgettable memories together."
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One evening, Seraphine turned to Wildan with a mischievous pout one night as they lay beneath a sky painted with twilight's hues. When are we going to have a child?" she asked, her sapphire-blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
Wildan gave her a sheepish smile as he turned his attention away from his training. "I promise, Seraphine, once I've become stronger and the kingdom is more secure, we'll start a family," he said.
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But Seraphine couldn't resist making fun of him.
"I don't know when we'll ever have time for a honeymoon, much less kids."
Wildan chuckled, acknowledging the truth in her words. "I know, my love. There always seems to be something demanding our attention."
Seraphine nestled closer to him and let out a soft sigh. "I don't want to wait too long, my dear. I want to see the fruits of our love in our children thriving and growing."
With a heart full of love, he planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "I want that too, Seraphine. And I promise you, we will make it happen."
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As time passed, promises were made but never kept. The idea of starting a family and going on a honeymoon had to be put on hold due to the responsibilities of the kingdom which kept them apart.
The weight of those unfulfilled promises weighed heavily on Wildan's heart as he fought for his life on the battlefield. He couldn't help but feel regret for not making the most of the moments they had together.
They should have gone on their honeymoon, started a family, and fulfilled their dreams. Looking back at their past plans and whispered hopes was a tender reminder of the love they shared and the future they had envisioned for themselves.
"I am sorry, If I knew, I will.. I will keep my promise"
He stammers, yes he makes her wait for a honeymoon and a child, but he even cannot provide those. "I'm sorry, If I knew, I would.. I'll keep my promise."
She remarked once a week with a smirk, "Hehe, Finally you realize it, you scumbag, but We'll have a family, Wildan, Children who will carry the legacy of our love."
And he said, "Yes, and we'll watch them grow, teach them about the world, and shower them with all the love we have to give."
"In the Next life, we can savor every moment of our honeymoon, parenthood, and married life".
Wildan's heart was filled with need and love as he held her close.
"We don't need a next life; I will keep my promise to you. We will make all our dreams come true."
Seraphine lay in his lap and said weakly, "Don't be sad, my love." But their world shattered into a million pieces at that moment of heartbreak and despair. Wildan would always be reminded of the painful loss and absence of the love that was taken from him too soon. "I...love..." he whispered.
"NOOOOO!" Wildan's anguished cry echoed through the desolation.
Wildan's heart-wrenching Howl echoed across the barren terrain as he held his beloved woman in his arms. The memories of their time together flooded his mind, and he felt overwhelmed with grief.
Wildan was unable to bear the pain of Seraphine's loss and contemplated joining her in the afterlife. However, before he could act on his thoughts, a hail of arrows came hurtling towards him.
Reacting quickly, he summoned a shimmering energy barrier that protected him from the deadly projectiles. As the dust settled, an ominous figure emerged from the shadows and taunted Wildan for still being alive. Another voice asked if the woman was dead, and Wildan looked at his enemies with a fierce glare. "You," he hissed, his anger boiling over.
The cruel man laughed without any hint of remorse.
"Don't be sentimental, kid. Ultimately, I always come out a winner." He then gestured to his pack of savage soldiers, comprised of alpha and beta wolves, to surround Wildan.
The young wolf, filled with sorrow and rage, made a critical decision.
"I Killed You, Bastard."
With a determined shout, he charged forward to face the advancing enemy forces, ready to confront his fate head-on, fully aware that he had nothing left to lose in this decisive battle. A bright light emanated from his body as he charged, illuminating the battlefield with an unearthly brilliance. It was as though his very being had transformed into a symbol of strength and resilience.
The cruel man was taken aback.
'This...power'
A massive, overwhelming surge of energy erupted from Wildan, a torrent of terror and destruction that seemed to defy all laws of nature. The air crackled with anticipation as the energy engulfed everything in its path.
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Deep within an eternal forest, a surreal and magical garden flourished, well-known as the "Royal Garden."
Nature had been encouraged to create a lovely ballet of hues and scents, resulting in a stunning display of rainbow-colored flowers covered in diamond-like dewdrops.
The garden was accompanied by a chorus of songbirds that sang songs that seemed to defy the passage of time.
Wildan, a 30-year-old royal prince of the Southern Wolferein Kingdom. Wildan had an athletic and slim build and moved with confident elegance, often catching the attention of those around him.
Wildan was a slim and athletic man who moved with confidence, drawing the attention of everyone around him. His red hair was tousled and fell in fiery waves, framing his face that boasted of strong, angular features. His emerald-green eyes had a glint of resolve and curiosity, revealing a depth of character that belied his youthful appearance. As he strolled through the garden, a butler with silver hair and a well-tailored suit approached Wildan with a look of refined inquiry, impressed by the stunning beauty of the garden.
Wildan paused His Training, his laughter lingering in the air like the echo of a forgotten song. he looked up at the butler with a mischievous glint in his eye, and in the golden glow of the Royal Garden, her beauty seemed to take on an otherworldly radiance.
"I dream of someone very special out there, and someday she will come to me," Wildan said with a broad grin as he daydreamed about his unidentified love.
The butler, who was always a dependable confidant, gently laughed, his wise, old eyes sparkling with excitement as he asked,
"And what does your princess look like, my Lord?"
Wildan paused for a moment, his idealized love clearly visible in his mind. He spoke with a hint of desire, "She has ebony hair, and her eyes contain the secrets of the cosmos. Her energy is as untamed and wild as the wind, and her laughter is like a melody."
The butler smiled kindly, touched by the innocence of her dreams. "Then, milord, may your garden of dreams bloom with the love you seek, and may your red-haired princess find her way to your heart."
Wildan's laughter filled the Royal Garden once more, like the song of a thousand nightingales, With those words, he continued to wield his sword with skill and grace.
Wildan was not just any prince; he was an Alpha Wolf, the heir to the Southern Kingdom. His people, his land, and his responsibilities were entwined with the destiny he had been born into, but his heart yearned for something more
"Milord, your mother is calling you."
Wildan's laughter faded, replaced by a gentle smile.
"Yes, I'll come to her," He replied, his voice as melodious as the garden's birdsong.
As Wildan strolled through the opulent corridors of the palace, he hummed a soothing tune that seemed to be a part of the very essence of the forest. His charm and infectious smile had everyone, from courtiers to guards, mesmerized by his presence.
"Have you ever seen anyone as captivating as Lord Wildan?"
one guard asked another as they leaned towards each other in the splendid hallway of the castle.
"Even on the worst days, his smile can brighten everything up."
"In fact, it appears as though the sun itself lives in his smile"
A maid overheard their talk while she was dusting a nearby artwork and added,
"They claim that Milord dreams of a princess with red hair. Maybe he holds the secret to getting his bright smile back.