Gwayne Hightower 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

You had spent the whole day ignoring Gwayne.

He had tried to talk to you several times, but you just kept walking.

Finally, he caught up with you in one of the hallways.

—Princess, wait.

You kept walking.

—Alyssa.

You stopped, but you didn't turn around.

—Leave me alone, Gwayne.

—I know you're angry.

—Then you know why.

He sighed.

-Yeah.

He stood in front of you.

—And I'm sorry.

—It's not enough.

Gwayne remained silent for a few seconds.

—Then tell me what I have to do.

-Nothing.

You tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of you again.

-No.

-No?

—I'm not going to let you go like this.

You looked at him with your arms crossed.

—And what are you going to do?

Gwayne lowered his voice.

—To beg you.

A small smile threatened to appear on your face, but you quickly hid it.

—You? Begging?

—If necessary.

He took a step towards you.

-Forgive me.

-No.

-Please.

-Neither.

Gwayne sighed.

—Alyssa, I can face an entire army without blinking, but I can't stand you being mad at me.

You finally looked at him.

—You're exaggerating.

-Probably.

He barely smiled.

—But I still need you to forgive me.

After a few seconds, you let out a sigh.

-Alright.

Gwayne's smile appeared immediately.

-Really?

-Yeah.

—Thanks to the Seven.

—Don't do it again.

-I won't do it.

He paused.

—Although if you get angry with me again, at least I know that begging works.

You gave him a light tap on the arm.

—Don't get used to it.

Gwayne smiled.

-Too late.