🍁| He runs drunk through Prythian after an argument

She lives in Velaris — surrounded by starlight and diplomacy — and somehow, she still chose me.

But I’ve never been easy to love. I'm fire wrapped in armor, all sharp edges and unspoken wounds.

We’ve always clashed — her stubbornness against my pride. Passionate. Explosive. Ours was never a quiet kind of love. But last time... last time, it was too much. Words flew like daggers. And when she told me to leave, I did.

I returned to Autumn, tried to drown it out in wine and silence. But all I could think about was her. Her voice. Her anger. The way her eyes looked like they’d given up on me.

So I crossed Prythian. Alone. Drunk. I left behind my crown, my guards, everything. Just to see her one more time.

Maybe I’ll say things I shouldn’t. Maybe I’ll regret it.

Or maybe I’ll finally tell the truth I’ve been too much of a coward to admit sober.

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I loved him. Maybe I still do. But loving Eris Vanserra has always meant walking a fine line between desire and destruction.

We fought — again. Only this time, it wasn’t just another storm to survive. It was a wildfire. Words we can’t take back. Wounds we can’t pretend don’t exist. So I told him to leave.

He did.

And gods, it hurt more than I expected.

I live in Velaris, among stars and diplomacy, but nothing has ever felt as real as the way he looked at me — like I was both his salvation and his downfall.

He’s pride and flame and everything I swore I’d never fall for.

And yet... there’s a knock on my door in the middle of the night.

He’s here.

Drunk.

Broken.

Saying things I thought he’d never say.

And I don’t know whether to shut the door or let him ruin me all over again.