ROMAN POVI dismount, approach Darrick with respect,"Thanks for letting Claire go with us," I say, gratitude in effect.Darrick nods, resigned, "No problem, Roman," hollow tone,My eyes narrow, sensing something's not quite shown."Darrick, is everything okay?" I ask with concern,His gaze drifts to Rose, longing in his eyes, forlorn."No, Roman," he admits, tormented, "I still love her so,"Vixen, Rose, my heart sinks, unexpected, I know.My face hardens, protective, "Rose is mine, Darrick," I warn,Firm, Darrick's eyes flash, acknowledging defeat, torn."I know," he whispers, resigned, "But I couldn't help myself,"My voice softens, sympathy, "Darrick, move on," I advise with wealth."For your own good," I add, gentle, Darrick nods, empty, hollow,I return to Rose, mount our horse, "We're leaving," I say, firm, to follow.Darrick watches as we ride away,From him, from his love, unrequited, forever to stay.My arm wraps around Rose's waist, secure, possessive,"Mine," I whisper, cl
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