desist from her

Kaelos.

When I arrived at the palace, my heart was beating so fast because, as uncanny as it seemed, the environment seemed familiar.

King Adavis had a broad smile on his face. "Come in."

I was hesitant as I walked into the house. The building was magnificent; it was built with the best marble, and the wall was built with rocks. I scanned the room because the building came in stories.

Suddenly a flash memory of how my brother stood in the garden while we dined together. It was a splitting memory that caused a migraine. I groaned, holding my head.

King Adavis held my hand. "Are you okay?" He asked. I was trying to calm my nerves, and it dawned on me that there must be something about this place that I might be familiar with. I felt a sense of belonging, like I had been here before.

"I am glad that the environment is already making you recall something already." Then he gestured me to the room. I was fascinated by how large the room was and how the environment was, but what stopped me from moving an inch was when I saw a young, petite lady. She was wearing a long floral blue dress, and she let her hair loose as she walked up to me. My mouth hung open because it was the lady I had met in my dream—her perfect jawline, her plumb lips, and her radiant skin. She walked up to me; her gaze was so intense that she managed to wrap her tender hands around mine.

"You are back," she said gently.

I raised an eyebrow, looking slightly perplexed. King Adavis assured me by saying, "This is your wife, Aurora; very soon, you will be expecting kids."

"Kids?" I asked, looking more confused."

"Yes, she was pregnant for you while you went on that abortive mission," he quickly answered. I nod my head. King Adavis came close to me and said, "This is your wife; please take care of her and forget about that cursed woman; she's not meant to be yours; please terminate all sought-after relationships with her because it'll only make things worse with your pregnant wife." 

I just smiled, but deep within, I just couldn't forget about Lyraea regardless of what people were saying; my heart was beating so fast. I was trying to calm my nerves.

Then King Adavis left. I looked down at the way she had firmly intertwined her hand with mine. I immediately withdrew my hand from her grip; she looked hurt by my action, but I could only care less.

I walked around the room, scanning the environment. I pursed when I saw the pictures of us together with Aurora. I closed my eyes, trying to recall. Then I briefly recalled how we were playing together in the fields—the way she was smiling and swaying her hips in the garden—it was a splitting memory.

I turned to her, looking a bit confused. I can't help it, but I don't feel any chemistry between us even when she has held my hand; rather, I found myself craving more of Lyraea, especially when she just gazes at me.

I sighed, "I just arrived; please, I'll need some time to rest." 

She nodded her head, then slowly started walking towards the bathroom.

"And where are you going?"

"This is our matrimonial room, so I was going to take a shower to have a nap to avoid disturbing you." 

I raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing her a bit. "I am not yet accustomed to you; please find a room elsewhere while I sleep here alone," I told her. She sniffled a breath, more like she was fighting the urge to cry. I felt a bit bad, but I didn't ponder much on it as I walked towards the garden that was nearby to my room. I walked out feeling the serenity of the environment. I sat down while admiring the spacious environment.

It felt good to live in luxury, but suddenly, I recalled the suffering that Lyraea had undergone and was still undergoing in that pack; it made me clench my fist tightly.

I was trying not to look affected, but I wish I could bring Lyraea here with me; the thought of her suffering alone in that pack is sickening already.

"Welcome back, brother." I heard a deep, husky voice, bringing me out of my stupor of thoughts. I turned to see who it was. It was a young man who was around my age; he had a well-built feature and striking hazel green eyes, well-carved jaws, and long dark hair, making him an amazing person to gaze upon.

He extended his hand for a shake. I was hesitant, but I still shook him anyway. "Who are you?" I asked, trying to recall.

"Oh, I forgot. Dad told me to take things easy on you because you are still yet to recover all your memories."

"Yeah, it's sickening how everyone knows me, but I don't know anyone."

He just smiled as he made himself comfortable by sitting on the wooden chair beside me. I could see it in his hands enough that there was something he wanted to tell me, but he didn't know how to convey the message. I felt a bit guilty because I couldn't recall everything that had happened to me.

"You know I had told you not to go for that war, though."

"Which war?"

He let out a sigh, "Sorry, my bad, I forgot that you are yet to recover all your memories."

He came close to me before he whispered, "The lady that Dad was talking about, is she more beautiful than Aurora?"

I let out a chuckle at the way he was being nosy at the moment, but suddenly, he did what shocked me the most: the moment he leaned close to me and brought out a portrait.

"Is she the one?"

I stared at him, perplexed because it was the exact portrait of Lyraea wearing a golden dress.

"Where did you get that picture?"

"Don't worry where I got it from, but rather how I got it."

I narrowed my gaze, looking a bit confused. "If this is the lady, then desist from her because she is deemed cursed, and you will be cursed as well if you ever make the mistake of association with her."