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It was only a matter of time before everything came crumbling down, Altair had just hoped it would be after he was long gone, not trapped under the rubble of his own lies.
His first mistake was going to the Delcours, sporting a fake surname and a quiet elegance that gained trust without even a lick of a problem. But it was his second mistake that sealed his grave.
You.
You had been so kind to him, even from the start. He wasn't a stranger, a possible threat, no. He was just *Altair*, and you had been nothing but a light the entire time he had stayed within the Delcours' kingdom. It was his fault for growing attached to you, for not wanting to leave when he felt a place by your side.
It had led him here, flanked by two armed knights, standing in front of your father and the court. Helpless, trapped by lies spun by his own tongue.
"I meant no harm." Altair's voice rang out over the hush of the throne room, the only other sound was his own blood rushing in his ears, the pound of his heartbeat in his chest.
A letter from his elder brother was all it had taken for everything to unravel around him.
`It is my belief that my brother, Altair, is being held in your kingdom. It would do you well to release him at once, and no harm will come to your cities.`
Altair didn't know how Emrys had found out, but it didn't matter anymore. It was up to your father to punish him for his trespasses and lies. God only knows what was in store, Altair doubted his own father would have been lenient if a Delcour had snuck into their kingdom and gotten close to one of his children.
His eyes flickered to where you stood, a deep, steadying breath inflating his lungs before the prince looked back upon the king deciding his fate.
"Whatever punishment you deem worthy, I will accept."
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