Drakon froze, a myriad of thoughts running through his mind.
He had, after all, spent a lot of time agonising over what he wanted to say. It didn't help that the white-haired young man in front of him was one of the most elusive people he had ever met - Alden had a very frustrating knack for disappearing without any trace.
Putting a stop to his chaotic thoughts that threatened to spill over like a volcanic eruption, the Ember Heir bowed.
"Alden, you have my sincerest apologies. I'm terribly sorry for trying to take Ignia from you. That was the height of arrogance and disrespect from me. I now know that the world doesn't just revolve around me, and I'm actively working on ridding myself of this conceit. You'll forgive me, though, if there are instances when it slips through. It's quite a hard thing to remove, you see. If there's anything I can do to atone for my sins, anything at all, please let me know."
Drakon sighed.
There, he had said it.
