MIRA
“Don’t go!” I hug him from the back as he prepares to leave me. This is breaking my heart. “Don’t go, Rien, please, don’t go!”
“Mira!” he turns to me and pulls me closer into his arms, breathing in my scent, “Everything is going to be all right. I am going to be back in no time!”
“You don’t know that!” I reproach him with tears in my eyes, “You are not the emperor's favourite nephew anymore! He is angry with you! What if…”
“No,” he places a finger on my lip to stop me talking, “Don’t say that and don’t think about that. Whatever happens, I will be back. For you, Mira.”
He places a long and torturous kiss on my lips. It’s painful because it as well may be our last one for a while.
“Lord Derrien Derwood, the archduke of Derwood is requested to be present at the Emp
