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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
A sweet voice resounded through the silent and dark hallway of the guards' quarters. A song about the love of Fiachra and the first king of Hymir portrayed in a beautiful melody that could only send a wrenching surge of emotions to one's heart. Portraying the tragic love story of Fiachra and the king for their love for the kingdom is a lot more powerful than their desire to stay with each other. That the interest of the kingdom is greater than their best interest for each other. Their love story is admirable and at the same time painful. Admirable that they could sacrifice too much for their country and its citizen but at the same time painful for it tells Fiachra's sacrifice for Hymir. Telling the tragic end for the couple who missed the perfect chance to be together. Missing each other and could only wish that their romance that was put to a halt will continue to their next lives.
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The warmth of the morning touches Colfre's back, with half of his body covered with duvet and his back covered with fresh bandages and a tunic laid on his back. Beside him were a basin of clean water and a clean towel. With a freshly cooked breakfast laid beside it. A bell was placed near him for if he needed help he could only ring it and a guard will come inside to his aid. Morrigan left before the sun even rose, making sure that when Colfre woke up he would be set and the things he needed will be prepared for him. She didn't leave his side till his fever subsided. And when she left his chamber the guards who are already starting to go on their rounds and posts were all taken aback with the queen leaving his chamber early in the morning. But no one dared to open their mouths. She ordered that whatever Colfre needs they must oblige and they must report to her what he did for the whole day. Colfre wakes up with Morrigan gone by his side. Her scent lingered on
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Morrigan's face leaned closer to Colfre, her breath warm and minty. Her scent of lavender is like the scent of spring and home. Lingering in Colfre's senses as her hand caresses his cheeks. Colfre stiffened under her touches. His hands clenching by the door of his chambers. Keeping himself composed under Morrigan's alluring touches and sweet voice. "Promise me that you will come back alive." Morrigan's voice is hushed as her nose brushes on his skin. Sending shivers to his body, every hair in his body rising. His jaws clench. Colfre could feel his heart hammering inside of him as Morrigan's hands slowly crept on his nape and hair. The Queen's eyes look at him with worry and adoration. Combing his ginger hair with her slender fingers. She marvels at the sight of Colfre's tall stature. His broad shoulder towers over her as she feels small under his intense gazes. Colfre remained silent, letting the queen touch him. But his whole body tenses under her warm touches
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Colfre stiffened as Morrigan slowly drifts to sleep. His eyes looked down at the face of the woman in his arms as he covers his eyes with his other arm. He heard her clearly, he bit his lip as a pang of guilt arises in his heart. A bitter taste rose to his mouth. "I do not deserve your affection, Morrigan." Her warmth in his arms is just reminding him of the things that he should have put in his mind since the day he decided to enlist himself as a guard in the palace. He should have reminded himself of what could be the repercussions of his actions as he let his guard down. But the woman in his arms is also a reminder that despite the growing feelings he has for her within him they are not meant to be together, their status miles apart, and their values different from each other. It might feel like she was meant to be in his arms but he knows there will come a day that they will part. He swallowed the growing lump on his throat as he pulled the woman who is fast asleep in h
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