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เข้าสู่ระบบ2020, February 14th
(Warlanda)She walked through the doors of the softly lit restaurant and Aaron's fear that he'd made a mistake was confirmed. Of course, Troy wasn't letting Aria show up tonight. What kind of dumbass would he have to be to let this happen? What kind of dumbass was Aaron for letting her talk him into this? For still wanting to see an engaged woman whose wedding had to happen by the end of March?“Troy sends his regards,” said Emily, taking the seat across from him.Emily put the ring box down in front of him. Aaron just looked at it. The bloody thing was obviously cursed.“She really did want to come, Ron, but Troy's just not—”“Since when are you two such besties?” Aaron asked, draining the glass in front of him.“I guess things are better now that you're not in the picture. I'm even allowed to come to the wedding now.”“Well, whoop de doo for you.”He got up, threw a few bills
No sooner had she walked away than another woman took her place. “You've already made so many bad decisions tonight, already look like you want to die. It might not be such a stretch after all,” said Keira, sitting down to a Bloody Mary. “What's to say we make some bad decisions together, Ronnie?” Aaron gave her a death stare. This was the woman, the assassin that almost killed James, could have killed him. He must be out of his mind, but when was the last time a woman propositioned him? The last time he felt the warmth of a woman's body up against his? Emily and Aria were both running through his head now and yet somehow she was stealing the show, drawing him in with those dark eyes and her ridiculously well dressed, hot self. Look away, you broken fool. Walk away. “I'm not interested,” he said, getting up again. She got up too, placed herself in front of him, looked him in the eyes as she slipped her hands onto his ass and pulled his body up
2020, February 14th(Warlanda)She walked through the doors of the softly lit restaurant and Aaron's fear that he'd made a mistake was confirmed. Of course, Troy wasn't letting Aria show up tonight. What kind of dumbass would he have to be to let this happen? What kind of dumbass was Aaron for letting her talk him into this? For still wanting to see an engaged woman whose wedding had to happen by the end of March? “Troy sends his regards,” said Emily, taking the seat across from him. Emily put the ring box down in front of him. Aaron just looked at it. The bloody thing was obviously cursed. “She really did want to come, Ron, but Troy's just not—” “Since when are you two such besties?” Aaron asked, draining the glass in front of him. “I guess things are better now that you're not in the picture. I'm even allowed to come to the wedding now.”“Well, whoop de doo for you.”He got up, threw a few bills
He took the violin out for her and put it into her hand, then took his place next to her. “This is what I do if I’m not working and I’m away from you, when I let you have dinner all on your own, when I stop myself from enjoying your company, like the fool I am,” he said, showing her the new pieces he’d written for her. She took them into her other hand, touched them like they were precious jewels. “Play with me?” Troy hadn’t touched a piano since the proposal. He sat here almost every night, writing for her, about her, but he couldn’t make himself touch the thing. It felt wrong to him too. But hearing the sound of her violin alongside his keys opened his heart the way it did that night on the rooftop. What she didn’t know was he had given up. Didn’t want to be in love with her anymore, not when it was so easy for her to turn away from him and seek out other men. Troy wasn’t looking for love on that
He wanted to tell her that they’d go back to doing everything together, that he wanted to be with her every second of every minute of every day, that he couldn’t be the man just watching her again because it was driving him up the wall. He had no idea how he’d done it all those months. He was so mad at the prospect of her seeing another man that he had to get them home, had to be away from her just for a little while. “Fine, but you better fucking show up then!” They were screaming at each other, both of their eyes swimming in rage, but she was relieved as he took her hand and dragged her back to the car. She looked absolutely livid, but there was something else. He hadn’t seen her eyes light up in that playful way in so long it was almost like seeing it for the first time, having it play with his head for the first time. He meant to stay away from her for at least an hour, was used to waiting an
2020, February, 14th Had she noticed that he went a little nuts when she left the bed without him? That his mind went right back to the night that she and Ethan were taken from him? Because he knew she was already awake, had been for a while, but she didn't try to move, stayed perfectly still in his arms. Troy appreciated these little kindnesses, but how long could they live like this? She didn't look unhappy. In fact Aria had told him a million times now that her home was with him and Ethan, not in a castle, not in Sartis Est or Warlanda, not anywhere but in his arms. He wasn't the same though. Troy didn't know if he could make the woman he loved happy anymore. They hadn't laughed together since Dean died. Her ministers were finally falling in line since his coronation and the official announcement of their engagement, but the deadline for them presenting themselves in Sartis Est as husband and wife was coming up. Her rigid country still demanded he b
“Let them go, Dean. I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you back your crown. I'll give you my very soul. Kill at your side.” “The hell you will!” she snapped. “I'll die before I watch you turn into him!” Troy gave her an angry glare, and she gave him one right back. Even as they glared at each other, they clung onto each other's hands fiercely. “But you'll never give me back my brother, not as long as they're alive. Not as long as you have another family,” said Dean. Watching him now, all the shit Dean had put Troy through, he finally understood. Troy had been wrong, after all. The last of Dean's soul wasn't Diane. It was him. This was the real reason they'd never gone up against each other. Somewhere deep down, despite everything, their bond still existed, meant something to both of them. “Don't force my hand, Dean,” Troy begged. “Don't make me do this.” “Looks like the cavalry's here,” s








