Confession

With the sound of approaching footsteps echoing behind me, I remained focused on the beauty of the garden, my senses attuned to the familiar presence that lingered just beyond. Though I knew without turning around who it was that walked beside me, I made no move to acknowledge their arrival, content to bask in the tranquillity of the moment.

As the footsteps drew nearer, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a silent understanding passing between us without the need for words. In the quietude of the garden, the bond that united us spoke volumes, a shared history and connection that transcended mere words.

Together, we wandered through the verdant pathways, lost in our thoughts yet bound by an unbreakable bond that defied explanation. In the stillness of the garden, our footsteps echoed in harmony, a testament to the deep connection that linked us together.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the lawn, I finally turned to face the figure that walked beside me, a soft smile playing upon my lips. In her eyes, I saw reflected the same sense of peace and contentment that filled my own heart, a silent affirmation of the bond that united us in both times of joy and sorrow.

With a wordless nod of understanding, we continued on our way, content to share the quiet beauty of the garden in each other's company. In moments like these, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by the unbreakable ties of friendship and love.

With a gentle smile, I extended the rose in my hand to her as we continued our leisurely stroll through the garden. Without a word, she accepted the offering, her eyes alight with warmth and appreciation for the simple gesture of kindness.

Together, we walked in companionable silence, the soft petals of the rose cradled delicately in her grasp. With each step, the bond between us grew stronger, a silent understanding passing between us without the need for words.

As we reached the entrance to my room, I held the door open for her, a silent invitation to step inside. With a nod of thanks, she entered the room, the fragrance of the rose lingering in the air as a gentle reminder of the moments we had shared together.

As we settled into the comfort of the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her presence by my side. In her company, even the simplest of moments became imbued with a sense of magic and wonder, a testament to the depth of our connection.

Without looking at her, I continued to speak, my voice tinged with regret and sorrow. "You should know that I can't be with one woman, or you can't be my main wife," I murmured, my gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the room. "It's not that I don't care for you or value our time together, but... but I have other obligations, other responsibilities that I must attend to."

As the words left my lips, I felt a pang of sadness wash over me, knowing the impact they would have on her. Though I spoke with conviction, the weight of my words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the warmth and companionship that had filled the moments we had shared together.

As the silence stretched between us, I could feel the weight of my words settling upon her shoulders, a heavy burden that she would have to bear. Though I longed to reach out to her, to offer comfort and solace in the face of her disappointment, I knew that it was a promise I could not make.

In the quiet of the room, I waited for her response, steeling myself for the pain and sorrow that I knew would follow. Though my heart ached at the thought of causing her pain, I knew that I could not deny the truth of my own desires and ambitions, even at the cost of breaking her heart.

As she hung her head low in silence, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience. The weight of my words lay heavy upon her, and I wished desperately for a way to ease her pain and offer her comfort in the face of disappointment.

But I remained steadfast, resisting the urge to use my powers to peer into her thoughts and emotions. Though I longed to know what lay behind her lowered gaze, I knew that such an intrusion would only deepen the rift between us, violating the trust that we had built over time.