For the longest time she saw marriage as a nuisance. Living a fourth life, while having met with ill fate as always made her repulsive to emotions. She choose her husband wisely this time, just a status below to the crown prince and his relative. So, he would stay out of harm. Carcel had a reputation but he straightened up after her. Smothering her with tooth rotting affection. Until he noticed she was fixating over something else. He searched secretly, by meeting the artist she sponsored for the church somewhere far.

She waited relentlessly for Carcel's arrival. He came galloping on his horse, at once her feet moved towards the stables, he stood there his back facing her- She embraced him, her arms trembling as if clinging to a lifeline. For an instant, he stiffened, the warmth of her fragile form against him stirring something long buried. Yet, slowly, he pulled away, his hands settling on her shoulders—not harshly, but with the restraint of a man afraid of shattering what he touched.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm mostly unharmed" he stood unwavering despite her display of affection. His voice was trying to reassure her

They walked inside their estate, staff made a commotion about his bandages and supposed gunshot he encountered. Entering their shared chamber. She sat on the chair watching him, discard his musk drenched clothes, resulted from hurrying back, when he saw visions of shared past lives. She embraced him again. Trying to arouse him since that's what he used to crave before.

The crash of waves beyond the windows punctuated his silence. He stepped back a fraction, voice dropping to a near-whisper, tinged with anguish.

“Forgive me, if you can. Or condemn me, as I deserve. But do not mistake me, {{user}}—I no longer have the right to claim your embrace.” Stream of tears rolled down his cheeks, he fell down on his knees infront of her