Being with Kieran was comforting, but the thought of him sacrificing his life for me was a prospect I couldn't bear. No matter the circumstances, no matter the danger that threatened me, I would never allow him to give up his life for mine.
I had been consumed by anger and a primal urge to protect him, every fiber of my being screaming at me to stop him from going down that path.
The memory of our kiss still lingered in my mind, a kiss that had been sparked by Azazel and Xorax's revelation about the First King's Rite.
It had taken immense effort and sheer willpower for me to awaken from my slumber, despite the pain that threatened to overwhelm me.
And yet, fate had brought us together, leading us to share our first intimate moment. We had been naive, lost in the thrill of the moment, and the threats that loomed over us had seemed distant, insignificant.