**The Fallen Prince–**Lucian groaned, barely conscious. His eyes fluttered weakly as he looked up at them—at her. A hollow, fragile voice escaped his lips. "You still… choose him. Even now…" Ariana turned to him, tears shimmering in her eyes." I never chose. Because you both made me feel like I belonged to you. But I belong to me."
**The Mercy in Her Voice –** Rowan stood tall, sword still poised over Lucian's chest. His breath was sharp, knuckles white, eyes burning with fierce intent. Ariana stepped closer, placing herself between them once more. Her hands trembled, but her voice was steady and pleading. "Please… don't kill him." Rowan looked at her, truly looked. His brows furrowed—not with anger this time, but with deep, aching hurt. "Why… why do you still care if he lives?" Ariana's eyes glistened as she spoke. "Because if you kill him now, you won't be the boy I love." The words struck Rowan harder than any blade. His arms slackened, sword clattering onto the cold stone. Silence stretched between them.
**A Fragile Peace –** Lucian coughed, blood at his lips. Blurred vision met Ariana's solemn gaze. "You… still have mercy for me… even after everything?" Ariana's voice was quiet, somber. "I don't know if I forgive you… but I don't want to see you die."
**Between the Broken and the Brave –** Rowan backed away slowly, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His voice cracked but was gentler now. "Then say it, Ariana… Say what you want. Him… or me." Ariana closed her eyes, heart heavy and conflicted.