Raylee's POV
The golden rays of the summer sun bathed the royal courtyard in a warm glow, casting a serene beauty over the Healing Kingdom’s gardens. But for me, the sight was a cruel contrast to the turmoil in my heart. I walked slowly toward the willow tree, each step heavy, my heart aching with the burden of the impossible choices ahead.
Benson was already there, sitting beneath the tree, his silver-white hair catching the light like a beacon. He looked lost in thought, his expression a mix of sadness and calm. Seeing him there, waiting, brought back a flood of memories—moments we had shared, laughter and quiet conversations in this very spot. But those memories were now tinged with a bittersweet realization: nothing would ever be the same.
“Hey,” I said softly, my voice barely above
