[ Everything--the tension, the doubts, the fears--melts away when Syrlya speaks to him. He'd always had unwavering faith in him, always placed his confidence in him purely because Syrlya had always placed his confidence in him, lifted him up, encouraged him in a way no one had ever done before in turn. A warmth blooms in his chest, reaching through all of his limbs, pricking the back of his eyes. His expression opens partially in disbelief, partially because he is so touched.
All his life he's only known himself by his titles, by his destiny, his obligations. He had not even considered that Syrlya had seen past all of that and seen him. That he thinks he deserves a long, happy life shatters the dam holding back his tears. They stream down his cheeks as he stares wide-eyed back at him. ]
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All his life he's only known himself by his titles, by his destiny, his obligations. He had not even considered that Syrlya had seen past all of that and seen him. That he thinks he deserves a long, happy life shatters the dam holding back his tears. They stream down his cheeks as he stares wide-eyed back at him. ]
Syrlya...