"Your Imperial Highness," Rihaan said, staring at the door instead of at him.
He couldn't face the omega he was supposed to be engaged to—not when he was about to call it off.
And the guests waited outside, unaware that the ceremony might never happen.
"Please." His voice was calm, but something trembled beneath it. "Cancel this engagement."
Soren didn't reply. For the past few years, Rihaan had sent letters with those same words written in them countless times. But this time, there was more weight behind them. This felt like his last attempt.
"Why should I listen to you?" he finally demanded, breaking the suffocating silence.
The light-brown-haired young man turned, only to find Soren staring at the sky, his golden eyes unfocused. The veil hiding his face fluttered back in the cold breeze, revealing strands of red hair.
