Xavier has gone to find his beloved princess…
“It’s Sert,” She finally managed to whisper between gasps, “My brother is dead.” Margo’s voice echoed her pain.
Xavier felt like he was hit by an arrow to the heart. His gut wrenched, his vision swirled and his knees felt weak as he reached out to Margo. Gently grasping her shoulder, he pulled her tightly into an embrace allowing her to cry into his strong shoulder. Xavier lifted Margo’s face to his with a forefinger under her chin and softly kissed her cheek. In that moment her vulnerability made him melt. He had for so long wanted to hold the princess, but not like this, not in grief. The knight stifled his own tears.
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