Chapter 28 Forbidden Love

Gray’s POV

Under the silver moonlight, I sat on a huge rock outside the military camp.

The gentle evening breeze sweeping through my hair as I carefully carved a wooden doll. I made sure that each stroke of my knife was precise.

Gradually, the delicate shape of my creation was formed—It was her, Regina.

My thoughts were consumed by her. The distant sounds of the camp faded away, leaving me in a cocoon of quiet reflection.

I developed this habit almost 10 years ago, when both of us were just kids. She would ask me to bring her present every time I set off to the battlefield. But what decent presents could I possibly find near the border?

So I started carving wooden dolls that looked exactly like her. Regina loved it. She would get a new one every time I returned to the palace from border. Before she turned 17, she already had an impressive collection.

My hobby was shut down after she met that filthy son of a bitch Nigel. With her gone, I could no longer concentrate. And it seemed meani