Possessive As Ever

I never saw that there would come a day when I would see at his weakest, but at that moment, I saw pain flash in his eyes, though it was just faint and fast. He tried masking his emotions well, but the way his hands trembled while holding my waist was proof of the unsaid agony he felt.

"It's okay. We can talk about it some other time," I whispered, caressing his cheek, then embraced him.

His hands pulled me closer as if he could not get enough. He seemed desperate. Like something was haunting him internally, and I was the little brim of light he was holding on to.

"He's right. I killed... her. I killed Astrid." His voice was cracked, and he held me tightly.

From what I could recall, the incident happened centuries ago. So, for a memory to haunt him until then, this could only mean there was more to it. He did not kill her because he wanted to or what the rumours said.