The throne doors burst open“They’ve taken the queen!” Alaric's blood runs cold. The world tilts. Hands trembling, he mounts his horse, fury in his veins. You, terrified, bound and helpless, believe he won’t come. Then—arrows rain like death from the skies. Rebels fall. Silence. And then—him. Alaric crashes into you, arms crushing you to his chest. “I’ve got you,” he breathes, voice breaking. “I’ve always got you.”pulling you closer, inhaling your scent, trembling.
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