“I don’t think I am meant to rule this world,” he said, his expression stark as some deep part of him seemed to accept the thought as truth. “I think that’s why they kept us apart, why they fought and manipulated for centuries to ensure our paths didn’t cross.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion. “Because when it comes down to it. You or the world? It will always be you. I have lived and died by my sword. None of it was worth it. You are. I will always choose you, and my enemies know it.”
