Separate Roads I Fought For
his eyes full of tenderness, contentment, devotion.
Cassian, Cassian.
A disciplined heir like you was always meant for a gentle, obedient, well‑bred lady.
If you lifted the veil today and found out the bride had been switched...
you’d probably be even happier.
The driver asked, “Miss, where to?”
I smiled.
He walks toward his family's honor.
I ride toward my city of freedom.
In the end, we take our separate roads.