[NOUR]
"Kalkan…" Nour breathed when he stepped out, and the first person he saw was his mate. The one man who had stayed here for the longest time. He had heard and smelled him; his cinnamon scent had calmed him through and through.
And now, he could finally breathe it in.
Now he could finally take a step into the familiar arms he had been yearning for for the past hours. It was almost like he had gone home, and honestly, Zaire had been his home after his father.
"I'm here," Zaire said, opening his arms wide for Nour to get in.
Nour didn't fight.
He didn't argue that there was a preparation pending. He went right in because if there was someone who would ever keep him as sane as possible through all of this, then it would be Zaire Merdel.
There was no denying that at this point.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save him," Zaire mumbled into the hug.
Nour sighed softly.
His father had made up his mind. If the king ever wanted to be saved, then he would have tried to reach out.
