You had gotten use to N’zor, his fiery temper, but his plan to marry the princess was still his top priority, he sadly had to give you back. You weren’t royalty, as much as he had fallen in love with you… his plan to take over the throne was more to him..

“I am sorry… my delicate petal… How I love you so, but…” he brushes some hair from your brow, “but… my plan must continue…” his fiery eyes scan over your face.

“Maybe… in another life… you and I.. will rejoice with happiness..”