Damian slammed the door shut, anger fueling each of his movements as he strided towards me. His blue eyes looked almost purple with fiery red rage.

“How could _you_!” He seethed. “Death could’ve taken you from…”

He stopped himself, looking away from my burning gaze.

“From?” I pushed.

“From me,” he finished. “Do you know how dangerous it was going into that burning house?”

I stepped closer to him, squaring my shoulders. “Yes, I did. The moment I stepped into the burning flames…that was the moment that I realized it wasn’t ever the plan for me to make it out alive.”

Silence echoed around us. I brought my gaze down, suddenly finding the dirt intriguing.

I dared to lift my gaze to Damien. Sorrow and anger was pooling in his soft blue eyes.

“Why sacrifice yourself for some stupid mission, Lavina? What would’ve we gained if we lost you?” Damien said, with a gentle tone.

“I just want to be enough. I want to show I’m committed to this cause, Damien. I care for our kingdom.”

“And if you’re dead, then you cannot care for it anymore,” Damien seemed to finish for me.

He stepped closer and swept the loose strands of my hair away from my face.

“I do not intend on losing you, Lavina,” he whispered. “For my sake, be safe.”

“I will. Always.”