Chris didn’t move away any further when Paris reached out to him. It hurt not knowing how to comfort her, and he knew it was because neither of them knew what to do. But he didn’t want to give up hope that there was something that could be done.

Even though the chance of that happening wasn’t good. But there were plenty of people to ask. Celsus, Camelot, Babylon… any one of them might have heard of something like this in their experience as knights. And if not them, then something they knew.

When she apologized, he didn’t know what to say in response either, so he simply wrapped his arms around her once more and held her close.

Despite the fear and sadness he felt, there also grew determination to fight. If not for himself, for Paris.

And for Henry and Abigail.


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