Chapter 102

Dylan’s POV

Traveling home with Princess Sibel beside me felt strange and exciting. I hadn’t been back in over ten years. So much had changed, and yet, with every step, old memories flooded back.

As we walked, I pointed things out to her, showing her the familiar spots from my childhood. “See that mountain up there?” I said, nodding towards the rocky peak in the distance. “I used to climb it every summer. Thought I was so brave.”

Sibel laughed, her eyes bright with curiosity. She listened carefully, taking in every detail, as if these stories meant something to her, too. There was something about the way she looked at me, interested and open, that made me want to share even the smallest memories.

“And over there,” I continued, pointing to a stream, “I’d spend hours catching fish with my bare hands. My mom used to scold me for coming home soaked.”