The icy wall that had long been forged and sharpened inside him, stabbing his heart again and again, slowly melted away into nothing.
‘Why do you always say the words I never even knew I needed to hear—but wanted the most?’
“Loic is…”
Annette spoke softly.
“You’re one of the most sincere and responsible people I know. The knights said the same thing—there’s no one in the North who doesn’t respect the Grand Duke. And to me, you’re always kind and gentle… I feel so lucky that the man I married was you.”
‘If you truly feel lucky… could you make me your husband for life?’
The urge to confess everything rose within Loic, but he lowered his head.
The warmth flooding his chest reached his throat, but he swallowed it back down.
‘I don’t want to burden Annette.’
He had promised himself not to say anything until the curse…
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