His Regret, The Crown's Claim
We were blessed, but the blessing felt like a cage.
“BUT HEED THE COVENANT,” the Goddess continued, the pressure in the air intensifying until I felt like I would be crushed into the mist. “A BRIDGE DOES NOT BELONG TO THE RIVER, NOR THE SHORE. YOU CANNOT BELONG TO ANYONE. YOUR HEART IS MINE. YOUR BREATH IS MINE. TO GIVE IT TO A MORTAL IS TO INVITE THE SHADOW TO CONSUME THE LIGHT.”
“No,” I thought, fighting the invisible weight. “I belong to Kael. He is my heart.”