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Two days after Axel had left for the war, he unexpectedly returned to the palace. The temporary ceasefire in the West allowed him a brief respite, and he was eager to spend it with Lila. The palace buzzed with the news of his return, and Lila's heart fluttered with anticipation.

As she paced in her chambers, trying to calm her nerves, the door swung open, and there stood Axel, a confident smirk on his face.

"Miss me already?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lila rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite her attempt to remain composed. "Don't flatter yourself. I was just starting to enjoy the peace and quiet."

Axel chuckled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Oh, come on. Admit it, you missed me."

Lila crossed her arms, trying to suppress a laugh.

Axel's grin widened as he approached her, his hands finding their way to her waist. "You know, for someone who claims to be annoyed by me, you sure are happy to see me."

Lila's sarcastic retort was cut short as Axel leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and for a moment, the world outside their embrace ceased to exist.

Pulling back slightly, Axel looked into her eyes, his expression more serious. "I only have a day before I have to go back. Let's make it count."

Despite the war and the uncertainty that loomed over them, their bond grew stronger, their love deepening with each passing hour.

As the sun began to set, they found themselves in the gardens, the soft glow of the twilight casting a warm hue over the landscape. The palace garden was a breathtaking sanctuary, a vibrant oasis of color and life amidst the grandiose architecture. Towering trees provided a canopy of dappled sunset, casting intricate shadows on the cobblestone paths that wound through beds of blooming flowers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the gentle hum of bees, while fountains burbled softly, their crystalline waters catching the light in a dance of shimmering reflections.

As they strolled, Lila's eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and curiosity. She turned to Axel, her brow raised in a playful challenge. "So, Axel," she began, her tone laced with her signature sarcasm, "what is it that you like about me? I'm dying to know."

Axel looked at her, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. He paused for a moment, as if carefully considering his response. "Well, since you ask so sweetly," he said, his voice low and sincere, "it's not just one thing. It's everything about you."

He continued, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of her. "You have this way of making everything around you seem brighter, more vivid."

Lila's smile softened, touched by the unexpected depth in his words. She leaned closer, inhaling the intoxicating blend of scents that lingered in the garden—fresh flowers, the faint hint of rain, and the unique fragrance that was purely Axel.

Axel's hand gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "And then there's your scent," he said, his tone almost reverent. "It's subtle, but it's like a personal signature. Every time I'm near you, it feels like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. You make the world feel... bearable. Better, even."

Lila's eyes widened slightly, a blush coloring her cheeks. Despite her usual sarcasm, she found herself touched by Axel's heartfelt admission. "That's... actually really sweet, Axel," she said, her voice softening despite herself.

Axel's smile widened, but he couldn't resist a final quip. "Don't get used to it. I have a reputation to maintain, after all."

Lila laughed, the sound clear and bright against the backdrop of the garden.

As Lila and Axel meandered through the garden, surrounded by the vivid colors and soothing fragrances of the blooms, a smile played on her lips. Yet, beneath the surface of their flirtatious banter and affectionate gestures, a storm of conflicting thoughts churned in Lila's mind.

While Axel's words were tender and filled with admiration, Lila couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that had been creeping into her thoughts. Axel's sincerity was palpable, but so was his skepticism. She remembered the subtle hints of suspicion that he'd shown in the past, the way he sometimes looked at her with an unreadable expression.

As they walked side by side, her thoughts turned inward. 'He's being so genuine now, but how much of it is just a facade?' she wondered. 'What if he's still holding onto those doubts?'

The scent of roses filled her senses, but it did little to soothe the unease that lingered in her heart. Lila glanced sideways at Axel, noting how at ease he seemed, how his smile reached his eyes and lit up his face. 'Does he truly trust me, or is he simply blinded by the moment?' The question echoed in her mind, stirring up a cocktail of anxiety and confusion.

Axel's hand brushed against hers, a tender gesture that should have been comforting, but for Lila, it only intensified her internal struggle. 'What if he's still not sure about me?' she thought. 'What if this is all just temporary, and he'll return to his doubts when he's back at war?'

But their peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by the sharp sound of footsteps approaching. A palace messenger, breathless and urgent, emerged from the path leading back to the palace. His face was etched with concern as he approached Axel and Lila.

"Your Highness," the messenger said, his voice urgent. "The Emperor's condition has worsened. They need you immediately in the Emperor's chamber."

Axel's expression shifted from the playful and relaxed demeanor he had been displaying to a serious and determined one. He glanced at Lila, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and resolve.

"I'll be back." Axel gave her a reassuring smile, though it was tinged with the weight of responsibility. He squeezed her hand briefly before turning to follow the messenger. As he walked away, his strides were purposeful and brisk, his focus now entirely on the urgent matter at hand.