Third Person's POV
Adelaide's voice carried a rare, lingering resentment, "I've heard those exact words once before. We all know how that ended."
She wasn't sure why she said it—it was such a downer.
She wasn't one to be so sentimental, yet lately, around him, she felt unusually fragile, like a tearful little girl.
Lance looked at her steadily. "Don't compare me to him. For me, there's death, but no rejection—not ever. And abandonment? Impossible. My promises weigh more than gold. If you don't believe me, I'll spend my whole life proving it."
Her eyes widened at his mention of "death."
He met her gaze, unflinching. "I could die first, you know. Then you won't have to take care of an old, injured man in your later years."
Adelaide snorted a laugh. She couldn't picture him old.
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