Arthur freezes, his breath caught in his throat, his heart stopping momentarily. Overwhelmed, he stumbles back, collapsing onto the bed, tears streaming down his face.
Madin, equally shaken, moves toward him. He wraps his arms around Arthur tightly, holding him as though afraid to let go.
Arthur clings to him, his own arms encircling Madin in silence. There are no words—only the shared weight of emotions, the years of pain and longing expressed through their embrace.
A knock at the door shatters the moment. A guard’s voice filters through. “My lord, King Harris of the Bugada Kingdom wishes to speak with you before he departs.”
Arthur struggles to steady his voice. “Tell him I’m unwell. I’ll visit him tomorrow.” he says.
“Maybe you should see him. It might be importan__,” Madin begins, trying to pull away, but Arthur tightens his grip.
“No, just... ” Arthur murmurs firmly, unable to even say what he wants to say. Burying his face into Madin’s shoulder.
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