Dndm — I Love You Much

She squeezed his hand back, the flicker of hope returning to her eyes. "I never did. I just needed to hear you say it one more time."

"I told you when we were ten," he said softly. "I’m the shield, you’re the spark. Don't never doubt me." Dndm I Love You Much

The rain wasn’t just falling in the city of Oakhaven; it was grieving. Beneath the flickering glow of a single arcane streetlamp, Kaelen stood outside the heavy oak doors of the "Silver Tankard" tavern. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of parchment, the ink slightly bled from the damp air. She squeezed his hand back, the flicker of

Outside, the storm raged on, but inside the corner of a drafty tavern, two old friends began to map out a way to save the light. "I’m the shield, you’re the spark

It was a code, a shorthand they’d used since they were children stealing apples from the orchard. Dndm. "Don’t never doubt me." It was grammatically a mess, a relic of their youth, but it was their anchor.

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On it were five words that had haunted his journey across three kingdoms: “Dndm I Love You Much.”