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38: Unspoken Truth

Author: Dark Gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 23:41:17

Heather

I was outside, slapped by the cool night air but I couldn’t bring myself to go back inside. I stood utterly still, the taste of him still on my lips. The thought felt foreign, so surreal. One moment, I was pulled into a dizzying, breathless kiss that stripped away every layer of caution I possessed, and the next, I was standing alone with silence ringing in my ears.

He had kissed me. Not a polite brush of lips, not a formal peck, but a deep, consuming kiss that had stolen my breath and scrambled my thoughts. Logic flew out the window, replaced by a confusing surge of something warm and terrifyingly sweet. My affections, the ones I had desperately tried to deny, had flared into existence, blinding me to everything but the moment.

And then, he pulled away. Abruptly. As if remembering some grave error. The sudden chill was worse than the kiss itself. He was breathing hard, his eyes wide, filled with a confusing mixture of regret and... panic?

"Heather," he had said, his voice low
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    Prince Keith’s POV The jarring screech of my wheelchair's wheels against the polished marble floor echoed in the suffocating silence of the corridor. I knew I had messed up terribly. Heather's face, etched with a pain I had inflicted, burned behind my eyelids. Her quiet anger, far more potent than any shouted word weighs in my chest. She never raised her voice, not at me, not ever and I, the supposed Prince, the man who claimed to care for her, had unleashed my frustration and misdirected rage at her.Just overwhelmed was my pathetic excuse. Overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the palace Nyles's sudden return. I should have known this was how she would act. Nyles always had a way of asserting her claim, of disrupting any semblance of peace, and Heather, my gentle, steady Heather, was caught in the crossfire.My chair whirred, carrying me away from the guilt-ridden silence of her room and back towards my own chambers. I didn't need to look behind me to know Nyles was there, her footste

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