The night drew, the room was quiet and they were both fast asleep on the bed. Cedric's eyes opened, and the room was dim. The crackling sound of the fireplace continued.
Abrielle's soft breath filled the room, and he sluggishly turned to the side to watch her sleep. She looked exhausted and tired even in her sleep. He hated the fact that she was suffering because of him
"You don't hate me. People don't cry themselves to sleep over the ones they hate." He said. He wanted to touch her face but his hands froze.
Was he being selfish by not accepting the marriage proposal? It was in their best interest, and every reason tells him that's their best bet. He just can't because he knows the deal isn't that simple, it is the same as signing her execution notice or a deal to make her life miserable.
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