The end of the day comes when I have to cry to be with him and then lie. A night in which I was coerced into believing him when he told me that I ought to act as though—I love him.
I exit the castle and continue my stroll into the surrounding forest.
"Gloria—"
"Nicolai, I instructed you to cease following me. You had better get in shape with those young wolves." I interrupted him—He was taken aback, and although he attempted to speak, I gave him a flash of my gaze, and he gasped.
"Of course. I truly apologize." He accepted. He has his back turned to me, and I am sure he does not want to walk. I maintained eye contact with him until he finally went away and left me alone in the woods.
"I don't see how he can be so obstinate," I questioned myself, expressing my annoyance and
