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NOTES - SUMMER (3/4)
Another step back. Back and back again, the time rewound until he was just a boy.
“Your highness, you shouldn’t be here,” came the light scolding from his caretaker, but what was a lady to do with an unruly headstrong boy of barely eight when he insisted he trains with the rest of the men?
His father thought it amusing, his tone even held a note of pride when he showed promise. He had been allowed to continue–it was good, his parents thought, for him to interact more with those outside the royal court.
That, and others his age were set to begin their training soon. So he’d been enrolled with the rest of them on top of his private lessons, and the days were long, plagued by unforgiving heat waves.
But it was his favorite, the warmth. He was a sunflower, face turned always toward the light.
Training was always followed by leisure afternoons spent in pools, perfect waters, waves that lulled him into tranquility. At the peak of it all his family would host a grand celebration for him, for the Tamaranean was another year older. Surrounded by love and laughter–and, finally, it all felt complete when some years later someone broad-shouldered and golden-eyed stood by his side.
Life was good. Tamaran thrived. He had everything he could have ever wanted.
“Don’t sleep here,” a voice scolded again, but it was not another dream of a memory long gone. His friend, ushering him into bed. His penthouse was absolutely wrecked after his weekend-long birthday celebration, and he was positive there were still people passed out in varying places but he was not sober enough to care.
There was something in his pocket digging into his leg–he took it out and discovered it was a lighter.
A flick of the wrist and it opened, then he was thumbing the ignition and watching deliriously as the flame jumped to life. The window in his room was cracked open, letting in the warm breeze that danced through the rest of Artemis.
He’d expected that this time around, on the exact mark of one Tamaranean year, he would be back.
But there was already a new day dawning, the celebration was over, and Ronan let his disappointment roll away like the last vestiges of the night.
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