chapter 28 Back to life

, Prince Rogba's heart raced with a mix of anxiety and determination. News had reached him that Arẹwa, the heiress of the Ida's clan, lay gravely ill. Without a moment's hesitation, he made his way to the stables, his thoughts consumed by the possibility of losing the woman he cherished above all else.

With a surge of urgency, he mounted his spirited horse and urged it into a swift gallop, the wind whipping through his hair like a frenzied tempest. The castle of the Ida clan loomed ahead, its majestic spires reaching towards the heavens. Every beat of his heart reverberated with the echo of her name, a silent prayer on his lips.

Upon entering the castle grounds, Prince Rogba's boots echoed against the cool stone floors as he navigated the labyrinthine corridors with unwavering focus. His breath was ragged, a testament to the turmoil that churned within him. And then, he arrived at the entrance to Arẹwa's courtyard, his steps faltering as he beheld the scene before him.

Sewa, the healer renowned throughout the realm for her skill, was tending to Arẹwa. Her presence was a soothing balm to Prince Rogba's frayed nerves. He approached her with a mixture of apprehension and longing, his voice barely above a whisper as he inquired about Arẹwa's condition. Sewa's reassuring words provided a glimmer of hope, like a distant light flickering in the darkness.

At that moment, a soft sob reached his ears. Turning, he saw Arẹwa's younger sister, her grief pouring forth like rain from stormy eyes. The sight tugged at his heart, the raw display of emotion a reminder of the fragile nature of life itself. He moved towards her, his arms a haven of comfort as he whispered promises of solace and strength.

As the younger sister was led away by her maid, Prince Rogba found himself alone with Arẹwa. She lay serenely in her slumber, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the ebb and flow of dreams. His heart ached to see her in such a vulnerable state, to witness the heiress of the Ida's clan stripped of her usual vitality.

Dropping to his knees by her bedside, he reached out a trembling hand to brush a strand of hair from her forehead. His fingers lingered, the touch as gentle as a breeze that caressed a fragile bloom. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her forehead, a fervent plea sent to the universe for her to awaken.

In that extraordinary moment, a radiant pearl of light seemed to emerge from the depths of his being. It hovered, suspended in the air, before drifting towards Arẹwa. As their lips met in a kiss born of desperation and unwavering love, the pearl traversed the distance between them, entering her with a burst of iridescent light.

Arẹwa stirred, her eyelashes fluttering like the delicate wings of a butterfly. And then, like a dawn breaking after the darkest of nights, her eyes opened. The brilliance of her gaze was matched only by the luminosity of the pearl's light. She took a shuddering breath, as if returning from a distant realm, her gaze finding Prince Rogba's in the semi-darkness of the room.

Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still. The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, bound by a love that transcended the ordinary. With a gasp that carried the weight of a thousand unspoken words, Arẹwa surged upwards, her arms finding their way around Prince Rogba's neck.

Tears welled in both their eyes as they embraced, the joy of reunion mingling with the sorrow that had threatened to tear them apart. And then, their lips met in a kiss that spoke of a love that had weathered the trials of both the mortal realm and the spirit world. It was a kiss that whispered promises of eternity, a pledge to face whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand.

As they pulled away, their foreheads rested together, and Prince Rogba whispered words of gratitude to the universe for returning her to him. Arẹwa smiled, her eyes alight with a fire that could not be extinguished. In that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to paint the sky, they knew that their love was a force that could conquer even the most insurmountable of odds.

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