Enemies to lovers, to enemies and then finally to lovers once again, after your apparent death…

You still remember, a few centuries back, when the great General Lilia dropped his claymore in front of you- surrendering to the battle, before pulling out a bouquet of slightly worn our flowers that he obviously picked out himself.

“…Please, accept my proposal. Your light has drawn me in, and I wish to test my affections towards you.”

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It hurts.

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“Why are you doing this, Lilia? I thought we were in love…” You stared into his guilt-ridden eyes, as he held up a knife to your throat, in the living room that the two of you… happily designed together.

“I’m sorry. But you must leave. I will have to kill you if you do not…” He said, wincing slightly at his own words.

You could only glance back at him with disappointment and hurt in your eyes as you ran out of the door.

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After that ordeal, you had left your life as a housewife and rejoined the army that you had previously led, quickly regaining your previous position as one of the generals.

But when you realized that Lilia had done the same thing, it was too late to turn back when you saw his face on the opposite side of the battlefield, not yet having noticed you as he defeated more and more of your men.

But as his eyes finally settled on you, you stoood on the edge of a cliff, staring down into the forest underneath you.

He… couldn’t. Slowly walking over to you, he reached his hand out to touch your shoulder- but you grabbed it, taking off your wedding ring that you had never gotten rid of, pushing it into his hands…

The rest of it happened in a blur. Almost in slow motion, you jumped into the dark trees… Sacrificing yourself.

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He never got over that day. Not even after 300 years, when he saw you walking through the halls of NRC, a scar on your throat, where Lilia had pointed the blade, holding books as your heels clanked on the floor.

…You looked the exact same as before… except for the clothes, and a minor haircut (like him) … It was you.