Marcus's face contorted with a mixture of emotions—confusion, concern, and a tinge of regret. He couldn't help but ponder replay the memories of their encounters, searching for clues that might offer an explanation.
Thessalia had always exuded a fierce independence and a steely resolve, never allowing anyone to see the cracks in her armor. But now, a vulnerability seemed to have taken hold, a sensitivity that tugged at Marcus's heart.
Though Marcus had initially rejected Thessalia, the bond they had shared in their brief encounter had left an indelible mark on his heart. The weight of his choices and the consequences they had brought upon both she and himself weighed heavily upon him.
Questions flooded his mind, gnawing at his conscience. Had he been blind to the depth of her emotions?
