It's me Rojan

After high school, we had gone our separate ways, but one evening, I finally gathered the courage to reply to one of her Instagram stories. From there, things just flowed a few exchanged reels, inside jokes, and suddenly we were friends, casually chatting like we’d known each other forever. Then one ordinary day, out of nowhere, I saw her on a local bus. For a moment, I froze she had changed, yet something about her felt the same. Her features had matured gracefully; she wasn’t just pretty, she was stunning in a quiet, effortless way. Her skin glowed with a soft, sun-kissed warmth, and though she still wore those same lame glasses, they somehow suited her better now, adding to her charm. Her voice had changed too softer, more melodious, like honey poured over warm tea. We talked about our lives, laughing gently, the years melting away between us. And just as I was beginning to forget time, my stop came. “Bye,” I said. She smiled and replied, “Bye,” and for some reason, that one word f...

My empire has never fallen. And now, as its king, I ask myself have I done enough for my people? Was I a good king? I gave my whole life to this land. When I was just 18, my father died. From Prince Alden of Miswood, I became King Alden of Brenmar. Since that day, everything changed. Now, I must lead my people into war. The war council has ended. We are going to fight. Our enemy has gone too far. They killed our men in the streets. They raped our women. Even little girls were not spared. Babies were burned alive in their homes near the border. We are strong. But so are they. No matter what happens, history will remember me. If I win, they will call me a great king who never lost a war. But if I lose, they will say I was the one who led my people to their deaths. What if I lose? They will kill our people. They will rape every woman, including my queen. My son, Prince Albert Prince of Miswood, will be executed. My palace Crystalwatch the symbol of our power and beauty, will be destroye...