Rhaegar's hand stilled.
Caelith looked at him, her voice softening.
"I know you do not wish to hear this. But I cannot remain here forever. The case is not yet closed—I am still counted among those implicated. If it is discovered that I am not in the prison… what then of you?"
Rhaegar said nothing.
"They will not let such a chance pass," she continued quietly. "You have uncovered too much. You have made too many enemies. Too many eyes are watching you. I cannot become the weakness they use against you."
He looked at her, and for a moment, his composure faltered—his eyes faintly reddened.
"Must you always be so sensible?"
Caelith smiled gently. "And you are always thinking for me."
Rhaegar pulled her into his arms.
"Wait for me," he murmured. "This will end soon."
"I know."
"When it does… you may go wherever you wish. Do whatever you desire."
"Alright."
"And then…" He hesitated, his voice lowering, almost unsteady. "I will marry you."
Caelith froze.
