𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"I, what?! No! No! No, Ardyn! I would never..." But she already has. Back when she was young and foolish, and when warm blood still flowed through her veins.

“Ardyn,” she rasped. A weak, trembling hand reached out, cupping his face. lightly running a thumb across his cheek. Her thumb began to lightly stroke his cheek, an old action of affection from when they were both young and unshaped by pain. 

“I...” It was getting hard to breath, and the room kept spinning; Aera wanted to throw up. “I never wanted to;” she let out a ragged gasp.