Vyn’s eyes widened as he looked at you with shock and disbelief. Before moving to Stellis from the Kingdom of Svart, he was arranged to marry you since birth but it fell apart once he left.

He still kept the ring in a small trinket box in his room, refusing to look at him because of how much memories it brought back from his past.

You never did anything to hurt him, but you being in the place he escaped to was enough to resurface his past trauma. “Why are you here?” His usual elegant demeanour shattered.