4\/5\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something to fida ant\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something to hold on to\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro asked the servants to prepare a basket with food and his horse for a trip. When the servants had everything ready, they left. Alessandro rode slowly, wanting Abri to appreciate the scenery. Upon arriving at the beach, Alessandro dismounted first, then helped her down. She stood gazing at the sea for a moment. Alessandro had spread a blanket on the sand under the shade of some palm trees and placed the basket on top. He approached Abril, placed a hat he had in his hand on her head, and said, \u201cThe sun is very strong. Let\u2019s rest a bit under the shade of that palm tree. I don\u2019t want you to faint from the heat.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril followed Alessandro. He took off his shoes and sat on the blanket, extending his arms and saying, \u201cCome here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril moved closer, intending to sit beside Alessandro as she understood that was what he wanted. However, he gently pulled her arm, making her sit between his legs. She asked, \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cToday, I want to pamper my wife. Can\u2019t I?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro hugged her and said, \u201cFor today, I am all yours. I\u2019ll do whatever you wish, you just\u00a0<\/p>\n
have to ask.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril leaned against his chest and asked, \u201cCan I really ask for anything?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, I\u2019ll fulfill any wish, though letting you go is not among what I can grant.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd loving me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro remained silent for a moment before responding, \u201cYes, loving you is included.\u201d And he kissed her. They shared several kisses. Abril knew her request might never truly be granted, but at that moment, she wanted to believe his answer was real. She needed something to hold onto as she felt particularly vulnerable that day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They stayed on the beach all day. When the sun began to set, Abril approached the shore to watch the waves crash against the sand, forming white foam. Alessandro hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked, \u201cAre you okay?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something to hold on to\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t seem like it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel like something is bothering you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril remained silent for a moment and finally responded, \u201cIt\u2019s about my father.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you worried about what that pirate said?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t send me back to him, would you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not. Are you afraid of going back to him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI just don\u2019t want to return to that castle, nothing more.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro knew there was more behind Abril\u2019s words, but he didn\u2019t press her to tell him, as she seemed unwilling to talk about it. \u201cI\u2019ve told you before, I won\u2019t let you leave my side. If your father wants to take you back, he will have to face me. It would mean starting the war again, and this time, he won\u2019t be on the winning side.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril seemed to harbor doubts about what Alessandro was saying. He released his embrace, took her face in his hands, and asked, \u201cDo you doubt me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want you to fight with my father because of me. I don\u2019t want anything to happen to you. My father is not a good man.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you are part of my family. I won\u2019t let anyone take you away from me. That\u2019s just my own selfishness, and your father has grown old. I can handle him, don\u2019t worry about that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril hugged him and said, \u201cAlright.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
When they returned to the mansion, a man in completely black armor was waiting for them at the door. Alessandro helped Abril down from the horse and said, \u201cGo ahead, I\u2019ll be there\u00a0<\/p>\n
soon.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril passed by the man and felt a chill run down her spine. She walked quickly, wanting to get away as fast as she could. There was something about the man that unsettled her. Before leaving, Abril looked at Alessandro. He seemed upset. She wondered who that man was and what he had come to do.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro frowned and said to the man in armor, \u201cWhat are you doing here, Taren?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to speak with Your Majesty.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
< Something to hold on to\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt better be very important for you to present yourself in this manner\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI assure you it is, Your Majesty.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
xyy Pranita\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro asked him to follow. They entered an empty room, and after ensuring no one else was there, Taren removed his helmet, feeling relieved to take it off. He had been waiting all day to speak with the king and, unable to reveal his identity, had to stay in the armor despite\u00a0<\/p>\n
the intense heat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally, I can breathe. I was roasting in there. A bit longer, and I would have died.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat have you come for, Taren?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Taren took out a letter and handed it to the king.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. I\u2019m just the messenger.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro opened the letter, and after reading it, he said, \u201cReturn to the palace and tell Sirius to reinforce the magical barriers.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of them?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of them, and hurry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I have to leave now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro raised an eyebrow, his gaze intimidating. He didn\u2019t need to say anything, his response was clear on his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, I understand. I\u2019ll leave immediately.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t get distracted on the way, Taren.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t, Your Majesty. I\u2019ll use teleportation scrolls. I\u2019ll reach the palace in a few minutes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Taren bowed and left the room. He headed to the courtyard, tore a scroll, and vanished into\u00a0<\/p>\n
the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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