ALESSANDRO'S POV
The white head and his companion asked to be left alone for a while after Akila had told everyone the history of Queen Iolanda and her forbidden son.
That boy with blinding white hair, clear blue eyes and a heart of silver core was the true heir of the Romanian Mafia and not his so-called cousins who turned out to be his half-siblings, sharing the same blood, the same father.
Each of us fell into oblivious, stillness and shock. No one expected to have two potentially powerful world leaders standing with us, unable to claim their rightful throne.
I understood then, why Akila didn't kill him, why she didn't get rid of him when she could.
She knew and felt for him, she felt for his loss, her loss that united them. She may have not been kind or generous to tell the young prince of his past sooner but at least she let him live, thrive and escape on his own, just like she did.
He'd seen her face, in light and transparent, the first being to witness her and live another day.
And right there, it occurred to me how much Akila had changed, given up and sacrificed to stand with us, to be with us, with me.
She didn't let any life faze her, she didn't follow rules or walked on thin lines, she created and drew her lines, building and bending the skies to her liking.
Capable, mighty and fearless. She risked her identity, she risked and surrendered the only way she was bound to live within, within the dark, the secrets.
She'd let that all fall and burn for this, for our war, for our revenge and sometimes, I thought that perhaps it wasn't for our sake, it was for me.
It was an unsettling thought and feeling, despite its beauty and dedication to love and care, it was bittersweet.
If she was willing to give up her boundaries, her promise and walls, parts of the past and the future, what else would she give up?
Maybe my nerves rattled because I was familiar with the feeling, one in which you're not ready any more, you're waiting for that chance to die for those you love.
When I first met Dante, he was just a shy boy, hiding behind his father's clothes as he introduced us. He didn't talk much, at first I thought he didn't like me but I insisted, not because I was annoyed or irritated, I kept trying because I saw in his eyes the same lonely boy who was missing a warm hug, a genuine smile, a faithful friend. I saw in him, and myself, and since then I wanted to free us both, save us, and get saved together before this world cracked and swallowed us whole with little hope and much less time.
One night, I found him standing out in the rain, looking up at the one star shimmering through the darkened and shadowed sky while everyone took cover in their homes.
I asked him why, why that one star and he smiled through tears and rain, "It's my mother."
The shake in his voice, the break and redemption made my heart ache, pain for something, someone I swore an oath that night to fight for, kill for and die for
He might be my right hand, my soldier and best friend, the one who guards me and shields my body with his own if there were a bullet aimed at me, but I had made that vow long before he realised it, long before I was a leader, myself.
So when I looked at Akila to find her already staring at me, I shivered, chills dominated every inch of my body and it made me wonder if she'd also taken the same oath for me.
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