A crack filled the air, dispelling his attack immediately, glowing a vibrant shade of orange before fading as fast as the sound. A tall woman stared back at him in amusement, saffron aura still faintly visible. He stepped back instictively as he realized, with embarrasment, who he had been attacking just moments ago.
"It's been a while, Kunzite." Venus's voice was barely above a whisper.
He swept into a quick bow. "My apologies, I meant only to protect the prince from harm."
She laughed gently, like small bells. "And I only mean to protect my princess."
They both watched in silence as the aforementioned royalty tread slowly in the garden, completely unaware of their watchers. The man was of earth, thick garments in black with gold adornments and a heavy bronze sword at his side. In the garden, the woman seemed quite out of place. Her hair was almost white, a small gold hue reflected in it, and her clothing was of pale silk-like material, reflecting under the moonlight like a rare white butterfly.
"I wonder if it is really best to let them keep seeing each other," Kunzite spoke, worry in his eyes.
"A time will come when perhaps it isn't, but we shall let them for now. You can trust the goddess of love on this one, can you not?"
He smiled a real smile, his face still wearing a worn out expression from the day. Their hands brushed into one another and clasped. He could trust her very well.
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