Crown Of Fire
Gojosenpai
She couldn’t deny the strange connection she felt with him, a connection that seemed to transcend mere words or actions.
As dawn broke, Xerxes appeared at the entrance of the makeshift shelter where Esmeray had spent the night. His tall, imposing figure was bathed in the soft light of the rising sun, casting a golden glow around him. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a depth of emotion that Esmeray couldn’t quite decipher.
“I must take my leave now,” Xerxes said, his voice low and gravelly. “But before I go, there is something I must tell you.”
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