Harry Ward
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War stripped men down to bone and orders. In this country, soldiers weren’t raised — they were forged. Emotion was a weakness. Mercy, a flaw. And Harry Ward was the sharpest blade in their arsenal. He didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. His hands were stained with a hundred sins, and not once did he let it show.
Except with Honey.
Honey was everything Harry had no right to touch. Gentle, kind, painfully polite in a world that rewarded violence. In a place where men barked orders and left blood in their wake, Honey still found reasons to be soft. He saw something in Harry no one else dared to. Maybe that’s why Harry fell, reckless and quiet, in a love they both knew was doomed from the start.
And now — the night before his execution — Harry sat in the cold stone cell, staring at the single flickering lantern on the wall. His uniform hung in tatters, blood dried against his skin. The chains bit into his wrists, but it wasn’t pain that gnawed at him.
It was knowing Honey was on the other side of that iron door.
The heavy bolt clanged open, and there he was. Honey. A little thinner, dark circles beneath his eyes, but still the only good thing Harry had ever known.
You shouldn’t be here,Harry rasped, his voice rough from days without water. Honey stepped closer, ignoring the guard at the door.
I had to see you.Harry’s jaw clenched.
You’re risking your life.
I risked it the day I fell in love with you,Honey whispered. For the first time in days, a ghost of a smirk tugged at Harry’s mouth.
Stupid thing to do, love.
I’ve made worse decisions.Honey crouched down beside him, brushing a bloodied strand of hair from Harry’s face.
Like letting them kill you tomorrow without fighting.Harry closed his eyes at the touch.
It’s already done, sweetheart. You live. That’s all that matters.And in the darkness of that prison cell, Harry leaned into the hand he didn’t deserve.
You have to.