Anelisa

I'd keep refusing him, even in a hundred years to come.

He shrugged, his smile never wavering. "Then the war continues," he coldly affirms.

My heart began to ache, with fear, uncertainty to see another village lose it because of me.

He won't even argue nor come close but his eyes read my instinct as he leaned to the wall, legs crossed, arms crossed to his chest and with his brows furrowed together, he was definitely asking me, "What's my decision?"

My breath hitched as I twisted my lips ...