He remained in that position, breathing in and out, repeating strange thoughts in his head to distract from Kamora. After what felt like an hour, it worked, and the pain ebbed away. He reclined back into his seat, his face drenched in sweat. Now he understood why his healer hesitated to encourage him to find a cure for his curse. He could only imagine how much worse it would be now that he knew she was his wife.

He stretched out his hand to retrieve the letter he had shown Kamora. He had always been wary of the princess. He had no idea why he agreed to let his son go to her, now that he thought about it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was too fatigued to ponder the strangeness of his actions. Nonetheless, he was sincere when he told Kamora that he wished to get closer to his son. Getting closer to his son meant getting closer to Kamora. If that happened, he might just find a way to break his family's generational curse.

***

Greyson returned to the manor a few days later. Lord Maroke had eagerly awaited his return and urged him to a seat as soon as he entered the study.

'Tell me, what have you found?' Maroke asked.

Greyson shook his head with a disappointed expression. 'Nothing, my lord. I did my utmost to trace your steps over the last eight years before Jarosh was born. Nowhere did I find any record of you encountering a glamour fae.'

Maroke's face became contemplative. 'Then who would do this to my family? If I have no enemies, why target me?'

'Are you certain they came after you, my lord?'

'What do you mean?' Maroke inquired, his brow furrowed.

Greyson leaned forward, speaking hesitantly and in confidence. 'Perhaps they were after your wife.'

Maroke seemed perplexed. 'Why would they target her?'

'My lord, it occurs to me now that you never conducted thorough background checks on your wife. We didn't know where she came from or anything about her.'

'I didn't?'

'Hmm,' Greyson nodded. 'You brought her home one day and declared her your wife. I remember the confusion in the manor that day, and I feared for you because of your curse.'

'But something happened,' Lord Maroke said, his gaze pensive. 'Whatever it was, it shattered my family.'

Greyson spoke almost reluctantly, 'There is hope now, right? We just have to wait for her to remember you.'

Lord Maroke's gaze turned piercing. 'Why do I have to wait?'

Greyson frowned. 'My lord, you can't possibly be thinking of making her your wife when she doesn't even remember you?'

'No,' Lord Maroke replied, looking away. 'But I have other plans.'

'My lord—'

'Do not worry yourself, Greyson. My mind is already made up.'

He would endure the pain, no matter how intense it was. For the sake of his future generations, he had to break his family's curse.

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Kamora was in the young Lord's room, getting him ready for the day. She knelt before him, adjusting his attire while he stood still, playing with a strand of her hair.

'There you go,' she said, giving his clothes one final tap. The young lord looked down at himself and hummed in appreciation.

'You did well,' he commended.

She sat back on her knees and stared at him simply.

'Do you have something you want to say?' He asked, cocking his eyebrows.

'My lord, supposing there is an opportunity to go out with your father, where would you choose to go?'

The young lord frowned slightly, his gaze thoughtful.

'To be honest, I have never really thought of that, as my father is hardly ever around for me to imagine such anyway.'

'But let's say it is possible,' Kamora pushed. 'Where would you want to go?'

'Why are you asking me this?' He asked, staring at her suspiciously. Kamora sighed, blowing away a tendril of her hair that had managed to fall above her eyes.

'Your father wants to spend some time with you,' she confessed. 'He told me that he would like to know you more.'

The silence in the room was overpowering, and Kamora shifted uncomfortably. The young lord simply stared at her, not saying a word.

'What are you thinking, my lord?' She asked gently.

'My father really said that?'

Kamora nodded. 'He met me a few nights ago. He wanted to know how you were doing. He also feels bad that he hadn't made enough time for you.'

The memory of that night still made her heat up in embarrassment, and she had no idea why the lord of the manor had such an effect on her. She shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of the thought, but the action caused her to sway.

'Are you okay?' Jarosh asked, his voice filled with concern. Kamora smiled.

'I am.' In truth, she was not. For almost a month, she hadn't been able to sleep properly. Her nightmares had intensified, and she even feared closing her eyes for more than two minutes.

'Perhaps you should rest,' the young lord said. 'You do not look so good.'

'I am fine,' she replied, not wanting to speak further on it. 'You should tell me your thoughts, so I can share them with your father.'

The young lord sighed, then nodded. 'Okay then.'