Novel & Cerita Spring's Promise Camellia

"A union between our kingdoms is no trifling matter. Once words are spoken, one must bear responsibility. To break faith would harm not only this engagement but the harmony between two kingdoms." Elias nearly let the cup fly from his trembling hands. It was not Wilfred he feared, but the consequences. He would face the wrath of either Nathaniel or of the two kingdoms' subjects. Either way, disaster loomed. "I… I dare not, of course. I've long admired Lady Campbell—" Adelaide smiled and interrupted him, "Then, does this mean you wish to formally seek Lady Campbell's hand? Yet, we are curious. What do you intend to offer as a betrothal gift?"

That reckless and bold sound could only be from him, though I did not want to look up. A motorcycle that was easily a hundred times sleeker than Ethan’s stopped in front of me. The first thing I saw was a pair of black, knee-high Martin boots. Then, the person ruffled my hair. His touch was firm but not rough. Only then did I look up. I had to be honest. Ryan Carter’s eyes were a hundred times prettier than Ethan’s too. The street lights flickered as Ryan looked down at me with his hands in his pockets. “Why are you crouching here? Act civilized, will you?”

EMMA The sun filtered softly through the canopy of trees, casting dappled light over the garden that had become our sanctuary. I looked around, heart fluttering. Twinkling fairy lights intertwined with delicate white florals, the scent of jasmine and roses mingling in the warm breeze. It wasn’t a grand affair—it didn’t need to be. This was our home, our haven. And today, it would witness a new promise.

“You’re my sunlight. You keep showing up, even after everything. I thought it was fitting.” For once, I didn’t have anything sarcastic to say. My throat tightened. “You’re really leaning into this romance thing.” “I told you,” he said softly. “I’m all in.” I took the flower and tucked it into my hoodie pocket. “I’ll keep it.” “Good,” he said, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. “Because it’s not just a flower.” “What is it then?” “A promise,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “That we’ll make it out of this. And that I’ll always find you — no matter what happens.”

"I promise" "I promise"

Their interests are the opposite, but still can’t stop them from becoming closer. “You don’t know. Actually, my dream is to become a knight.” Vivia grinned, “Isn’t that very weird?” “Wow, that sounds strange.” Anna tilted her head to look at Vivia, “Why don’t you want to be a princess but a knight?” “Knights look cooler.” Vivia blushed and turned away. “Strange. I feel very comfortable talking to you.” Vivia opened a bottle of beer, “As for just now when I hesitated to come to find you, I’m sorry.” Vivia was a little embarrassed, her voice lower than in the previous sentence.

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END

Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

"I was wrong, Rina. I lost my head just now. Does your face hurt?" He smacked his own forehead in frustration. "I'm sure you know Cece's pregnant and needs special attention. Anyone in my place would have been anxious. Don't be jealous. My heart and soul belong to you." I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. His promises felt as cheap and easy as air. "Let's get our marriage certificate next week and hold our wedding the day after," he continued, saying things that made me sick to my stomach. "I'm not a fan of the baby's breath necklace, but if you like it, you can wear it. Also, you said you wanted to go to Finholm for our honeymoon. I've already planned half of the trip!"

“They’re not examining Sophia tomorrow. Riccardo plans to switch the girls. Sareena’s being hidden and only a few people know she’s back.” His eyes narrow. “She took a ‘Voto Di Castità’ at her Confirmation. Do you know what that is?” I whisper. “She wears the ‘Anello Di Promessa Di Castità’ on her thumb. That vow? It means nothing goes inside her. Not even tampons. Not until she’s married before God.” Damian stiffens, choking slightly on his coffee.