Four years later
The graduation lawn buzzed with excitement, but Aesir barely noticed. The crowd was loud, the applause constant, and yet his focus was entirely elsewhere.
Around him, people whispered, craned their necks, took photos some recognized his family, others were just drawn to the aura of prestige surrounding the Erling name.
“He’s… he’s an Erling?” someone whispered.
“I can’t believe I was in the same class with him,” another murmured, eyes wide.
“Oh my God…he is the Norwegian billionaire’s son,” a girl gasped, her friends nodding in disbelief.
Aesir kept his shoulders relaxed, smiled politely, but inside he felt the familiar nervous flutter. He didn’t care about the awe or whispers, though they meant nothing compared to the woman he had waited for, the woman who had resha
