The Past That Still Breathes

King Valtor POV

With resolution to never give up and keep pushing for her freedom from wherever bondages she is still trampled in. I spoke.

“Let’s walk a little further,” I said softly as we moved ahead. I guided her carefully, her arm still resting beneath my armpit, her steps slow but steady.

I kept staring at her on intervals as we moved step by step until my gaze suddenly fell on a familiar sight.

The magical flower.

The very one that had once caught her attention.

I released my hold on her and bent down, gently plucking it from the earth. Straightening up, I...