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"You promised, Draven. You promised you would admit your sins. Yet, here we are, and you continue to evade the truth," she began, her voice trembling slightly with pent-up frustration.

Her words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper than the last. I stayed silent, observing her closely. Her delicate features were marred by an expression of deep hurt and disappointment. The air between us grew heavy as she took a deep breath, preparing to reveal the secrets that weighed on her heart.

"Do you remember the incident with Polime?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You killed him without a second thought. You didn\'t even give him a chance to explain himself."

Polime. The man with a great talent in magic. A father of a daughter who possessed the same talent in fire magic just like him.

The accusation stung, but I maintained my silence. The original Draven\'s deeds were mine to bear now, and the weight of his sins settled heavily on my shoulders. Sophie\'s eyes flashed with anger as she continued, her words cutting through the air like a knife.

"Do you have any idea what that did to his family? The man you killed had a wife and children. They were left destitute because of you. And that\'s just one example. How many more lives have you ruined, Draven? How many more people have suffered because of your cold, ruthless actions?"

I could feel the original Draven\'s anger bubbling within me, but I suppressed it, focusing instead on the rapid beating of my heart. Sophie\'s words hit hard, not just because of the accusations, but because they came from her. It was a well-known truth that the original Draven had been smitten with Sophie, and those feelings had carried over to me. Her disappointment cut deeper than any blade.

Her voice grew softer, yet the pain was still evident. "I don\'t care what you\'re doing now, Draven. Just stop making other people\'s lives miserable. You should be ashamed of yourself."

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, the way her lips trembled as she spoke. She was fighting to keep her composure, but the emotional toll was evident. I wanted to reach out, to offer some form of comfort or explanation, but the weight of the original Draven\'s actions held me back. I couldn\'t find the words to justify or refute her accusations.

As she finished speaking, she turned and left, not giving me a chance to reply. I watched her go, feeling a mixture of guilt and frustration. The original Draven\'s actions were reprehensible, but being accused of them was infuriating, especially when I had no way to defend myself. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair as the weight of the conversation settled on me.

The silence in the hall seemed to amplify the turmoil within me. I paced back and forth, replaying Sophie\'s words in my mind. Each accusation, each look of disappointment, echoed in my thoughts. How could I ever make amends for the original Draven\'s actions? How could I prove to Sophie that I was different, that I was trying to be better?

Alfred appeared at the door, sensing my turmoil. "Master Draven, is everything alright?"

I turned to face him, struggling to find the right words. "No, Alfred. But it will be. Let\'s return to the manor."

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Sophie stood in her brother\'s study, the same room where Draven had faced her wrath just moments ago. The room was grand, adorned with shelves of ancient tomes and a large fireplace that cast a warm glow. Lancefroz Avron von Icevern, the Earl and her elder brother, sat behind his massive oak desk, his piercing blue eyes studying her with concern.

The desk itself was a testament to the power and responsibility that came with his title, covered in meticulously organized documents and maps of the kingdom. The walls were lined with portraits of their ancestors, their stern gazes seemingly judging the present from the past. The heavy curtains were drawn, letting in just enough light to illuminate the room without intruding on its somber ambiance.

Lancefroz leaned back in his high-backed chair, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. He had always been a figure of authority and stability in Sophie\'s life, and his presence now was both comforting and daunting.

His broad shoulders and strong jawline reflected the strength that had earned him respect and fear among the nobles."What is it, Sophie?" he asked, his tone formal and measured, as always.

"I want to talk about my engagement to Draven," Sophie said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I have my doubts, Brother."

Lancefroz leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest. "What kind of doubts, Sophie?"

"Draven has many drawbacks. He\'s cold, ruthless, and his actions have caused so much pain to others. I\'m not sure if I can be with someone like that," she confessed, her eyes pleading for understanding.

Lancefroz sighed, rubbing his temple with his fingers. "I understand your concerns, Sophie. But this engagement is crucial for our family\'s alliance with the House of Drakhan. It\'s not just about you and Draven; it\'s about the future of our house."

Sophie bit her lip, her frustration evident. "I know that, but what about my happiness? What about the lives that will be affected by this union?"

Her brother\'s expression softened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. "Sophie, I respect your feelings, but sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the greater good. The engagement must continue."

Sophie gritted her teeth, feeling a surge of frustration. She loved and respected her brother deeply, always using formal and polite language with him, but it hurt that he wasn\'t on her side this time. "Brother, please…"

Lancefroz stood up and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I\'m sorry, Sophie. I truly am. But this is the best course of action for our family. You must understand that. It is the best course of action for yourself as well,"

Sophie lowered her gaze, tears welling up in her eyes. "I do understand, but it doesn\'t make it any easier."

Lancefroz pulled her into a gentle embrace, his voice softening. "I know. But you\'re strong, Sophie. You\'ll get through this. One day. You will understand,"

Sophie nodded, trying to hold back her tears. She pulled away from her brother and left the study, her heart heavy with the weight of his words. She made her way to her room, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions.

Her younger sister, Annalise, met her in the hallway. "Sophie, are you alright?"

Sophie managed a weak smile. "I will be, Anna. It\'s just… difficult."

Annalise wrapped her arms around Sophie in a comforting hug. "I\'m here for you, Sophie. Whatever you need."

Sophie hugged her sister tightly, finding solace in her presence. "Thank you, Anna. That means a lot."

Annalise pulled back slightly, looking into Sophie\'s eyes with concern. "What did Lance say?"

"He said the engagement must continue," Sophie replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "He believes it\'s for the greater good."

Annalise frowned, her brow furrowing. "But what about you, Sophie? What about your happiness?"

Sophie shook her head, feeling the weight of her brother\'s decision pressing down on her. "Sometimes, we have to make sacrifices, Anna. Even if it means giving up our own happiness."

Annalise\'s eyes filled with sympathy and determination. "You deserve to be happy, Sophie. Don\'t let anyone take that away from you."

Sophie smiled faintly, appreciating her sister\'s support. "Thank you, Anna. I\'ll try to remember that."

With that, Sophie and Annalise walked to Sophie\'s room together, seeking comfort in each other\'s presence. The weight of the engagement and the future it promised hung heavy in the air, but for now, they found solace in their bond as sisters.

As Sophie lay in her bed that night, her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with Draven. Despite everything, a part of her couldn\'t shake the feeling that there was more to him than the cold, ruthless exterior he presented to the world. But whether or not she could ever uncover that truth remained uncertain. For now, she had to navigate the difficult path ahead, one step at a time.

But on the other side, a dangerous thought lingered inside the head of her younger sister.

\'Draven. If I kill you, wouldn\'t that make my sister\'s life easier, I wonder?\'