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The Rex brings his hands up, gently cupping her face. Her skin is cold to the touch, her breath even colder, yet her words contain such an ernest desire for peaceful coexistence even at the cost of her loneliness that it enflames his heart. Were he a lesser man, he'd have left everything behind for such a woman, but he knows it cannot be. He has his people, and she has hers. Even so, he cannot deny himself one small indulgence, and leans forward to kiss her. It is a powerful and passionate kiss, one laden with desire from both of them, but when they part, she replies with a voice full of sadness, "I only wish I could have felt it."
He parts ways with her, leaving her with a promise to leave her people alone. His people still fear and spread rumors of the vampires, but he protects them by forbidding any to venture within their lands. He wishes to pursue more diplomatic initiatives and friendship, but whispered rumors of his time with the vampire woman have been difficult, and he risks losing the faith of his people and the relations with the sylvians should he attempt it; he elects to keep the faith of his people. In time, the ache of his heart passes, and he marries a strong woman warrior-priest, a skilled diviner and seer, whose visions and guidance are invaluable in the later years of his reign. Together they beget a son, the next Rex.
In the last days of his life, he sees her again, the immortal girl he could never have. She stands across the lake as he sits near its edge in the night. He has grown older and wearier, twilight and eternity lingering just beyond and growing ever so close, but she is the same. Even from this distance, he can see the intent in her eyes: she is offering him the choice. But his time has passed; the new Rex will soon take over, and he himself will soon join with his wife in rest. It isn't his place to become an immortal Rex and deny his lineage their legacy. He smiles and shakes his head, and she nods in understanding, holding up a single hand in a mournful, yet grateful, goodbye. She fades in the fog, leaving the old Rex to contemplate which is the more tragic; to die, or to never die at all?
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