Lysander had been carrying a weight of guilt, fully aware that Thalassa blamed him for the events that had transpired.

"Before I lost consciousness, the promise I made to you, you didn't take it to heart, did you?"

Three years ago, he had risked his life to save Thalassa, and right before falling into a coma, he told her that from then on, they would be even. He owed his life to her mother, and with his latest act, they were squared away.

"I didn't," Thalassa started to object.

Lysander said, "You've looked after me for three years, hired the best doctors to cure my illness. Don't you think, with all this care and the effort in finding a doctor, that I owe you?"

"I"

save me. Doesn't that add to my debt?" Lysander's deep, probing eyes fixated on her, his questions firing one

with his barrage of questions, Thalassa felt even more flustered, her well-prepared arguments slipping away, leaving her unsure of how to respond. "You don't owe me anything." After struggling to piece her words together, that was the only statement she could

woke up, it wasn't your choice to leave, but my grandfather who asked you to go. Why didn't you tell

who had sent her away,

your decision." Thalassa felt a weight lift off her

misunderstanding his grandfather had

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to repay a debt and that her obligation ended when he recovered, implying there was no need for her to stay at Royal Estates. She had been under such a misconception, uttering those

thought you couldn't wait to leave." Lysander

an epiphany, nodding in

cold towards her in

proximity to Lysander after three years apart made the moment all the more awkward. The tension made her breathing slow and her

"About you and Rosalind-"

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