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Alexander Hawthorne had loved me to the core. He knew I was hungry for power. He gifted me fiefs, military seals, and a necklace worth a fortune. He even put the military command token right in my hand. "Serena, if everything comes crashing down, use this to bargain for your life," he said. "With this, the new ruler will guarantee you a lifetime of glory." Ten years slipped by in a flash. Alexander still stood before me, unmatched in nobility, carrying the regal pride of someone who held the world in his hands. But now, there was a woman in plain white at his side, her eyes soft and bright. That was Evelyn Sinclair, the woman he brought back from Southelle. "I owe Evelyn a title," Alexander said, holding her hand the whole time. I watched their hands clasped together, their sleeves brushing softly, and suddenly memories from years ago washed over me. Back then, he held my hand just like this, making a vow sincerely. He said, "Serena, I swear, in this life, I will never betray you." My nails dug into my palm, leaving half-moon marks. I lowered my eyes, my voice as soft as ash falling on snow. "You did too, General. You made that promise to me once."