His eye struck me with simmering rage.

“Delia, why?” He uttered, his voice stern.

Theo knew then, he knew that I put myself in a dangerous situation, one that could’ve killed me.

“I cannot wait for more people to die to take action, Theo,” I explained. “I will fight for our kingdom’s peace.”

“Delia, you barely know how to fight! How will that be any help to anyone?” He said, furious.

He caught my words.

He was right; I’ve barely any knowledge how to fight beyond knowing how to throw a punch.

Theo’s molten eyes suddenly soften.

“I know you want to help, Delia. But putting yourself in danger will only hurt you…and me. It pains me to know you’re in danger.” He cups my cheek, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“I can’t handle the thought of you gone, Delia,” he confessed.

I put my forehead against his and intertwine my fingers with his.

“You won’t lose me, Theo, I promise,” I assured, continuing,“but what of the crisis. I can’t just sit back and watch the kingdom get overthrown by the enemy.”

Theo brushes my hair behind my ear. “We’ll begin training, tomorrow, before dawn.”

I smile.

“But,” he continued, “please stay beside me.”

“Always.” I place a kiss on his brow.