He would need to prove his love, I reminded myself, echoing what Nexus, my father, had said. I found his stubbornness frustrating, but I chose to remain silent.
If Roman needed to prove anything, it couldn't be that difficult or unreasonable, right? I clung to that thought as a means of reassurance.
Before long, I strode down the corridor, Nexus leading the way with his head held high, his back straight, embodying his regal presence.
We were headed to the dungeon to retrieve Roman. My heart raced with anticipation as I followed my father. I fought the urge to rush ahead but I had to maintain my composure and not provoke him. I understood that one wrong move could mean further delays in Roman's release. I reminded myself to exhibit only the best behavior. Yet, internally, I was restless, counting each step as we moved down the corridor. It felt like I could have reached the dungeon in an instant, but Nexus seemed intent on prolonging this journey, testing my patience.
