Chapter 87

Ariezel

I held the note in my hands carefully, still reeling from the realization.

Looking at them, a sense of joy came to me. But along with it was trepidation.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Looking at the flowers, conflict rose in my mind on what to do with them. I could keep them and maintain them like I had done with all the rest, but if I did that, wouldn't I be accepting him?

Goddess, this was so difficult.

In the end I shook my head, keeping the note in along with carrying the small flowerpot. It was merely a bunch of flowers and nothing more. There was no hidden meaning behind it and neither would there be meaning if I accepted it. It wasn't a courting gift after all.

I continuously reminded myself of that, ignoring the heat that grew warmer in my cheeks as I stepped back into my home, flowerpot and card in hand.

Whatever Asher had given me meant nothing.

By the time the sun had wanted in the noon sky, that was the moment I finally heard one of the doors open.

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