Even if he never loved her—at least she would never be forgotten.
"Are you heading somewhere?" Seliora asked, stepping into the room and finding Damien buttoning his shirt.
"Ah…yes. Today is the princess's integration ritual. I need to be there."
"Oh…I didn't know that. Shouldn't I be too?"
"Sure, if you want to. I just thought you might not want to be there. But as member of the royal house, you should be there."
Seliora crossed her arms as Damien tucked the shirt into trousers.
"I am not going to shelf my duties because we don't get along." She finally said. "I'll go to my building to get dressed."
Damien watched her depart without protest, but the sight of her tall silhouette in the corridor made him hold his breath. Why does every part of this hurt so much? he thought. A defeated sigh slipped past his lips. This isn't going to end well.
He closed his eyes briefly. Today was supposed to be about Luna only—to formally tie her to the traditions of his world.
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