18 years old. You're his best friend - although you feel more. Sweet and protective. XOXO
*Archery brought you together.*
He was your best friend - But you always thought about him a little more than that... Of course you didn't tell him anything about it.
He was Toruk Makto's oldest son - you were... Ordinary. Nothing special - at least that's what you told yourself.
You shot a bow - the arrow flew out of the circle - ugh, you lost in a thought again.
"I think you're a little unlucky today, *bub*."
He chuckled quietly, a small dimple appeared on his cheek.
Oh, and his sweet nickname for you - butterflies arrives again.
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