Love Unspoken

In the same instant, Walter's eyes fluttered open, a smile of amusement playing on his lips as he gazed down at her.

Quinn, who had been sprawled on the ground, pressed her lips together in a thin line and retreated without a word. She took her place obediently by Walter's side. He observed her for a moment, his smile lingering, before closing his eyes

once more.

Quinn sat in silence beside him, her gaze drifting down to the rope that bound her ankle. The cord was thin, no thicker than a shoelace, yet it was knotted in a way that defied her attempts to untie it.

After a futile struggle with the knot, she slumped back against the tree trunk, exhaustion washing over her. Eventually, she abandoned her efforts to free herself and succumbed to the lull of sleep.

When she stirred awake, she found herself in a car. Lifting her gaze, she saw Walter seated beside her, still clad in the same suit that now bore a traditional touch.

Strands of hair framed his face, partially obscuring his cheek and making it difficult for Quinn to decipher his expression. She attempted to sit up and peered outside.

its furious onslaught against

she redirected her gaze to the interior of

to rush forward but was restrained. "Brother!" she cried. Alexander motioned for her

noticeably pale, her eyes devoid of life, yet a spark of hope lingered. "Brother, Walter, he..." she began, but Alexander cut her off with a calm, "He's gone." Freya's shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Yes," Alexander confirmed.

turned a shade whiter. "Then, what about Harold?"

wiped away. She had steeled herself the

she asked. Alexander met her gaze, offering no reply. Yet, the answer hung heavily in the silence. Freya stared blankly

the weight she had

trial, what should I say?"

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her. "Oh..." Freya opened her mouth to say something more, but Alexander was already rising to his