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It wasn't that easy, it wasn't something that he could pay back. He couldn't come back after ten years and still want to reconcile, it never should've been like that. Yes, life still went on, but they couldn't erase the past, they could just pretend to put it aside.
Ten years ago, Nrikawn had given her hope. When Alvina had moved in the Royal Palace with his brother, the first person who had been well-behaved with her was him. He had been the first person to take care of her, when she hadn't known anything about Royal families. In the afternoon, they would have gone to the vast garden in front of the Palace together and talk about random things. Most of the time Nrikawn would have been the listener and showed off his knowledge at times. The most nice thing was that he would have mentioned that she had been his brother's mistress then, he would never disrespect her.
"You know what I am doing here," his fingers were resting near her neck, softly.
"You
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