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A/N: Written for the prompt "stubbornness". It is set waaaaay in the future, and even if that makes it AU, it's still vague… and plausible. And short. So just read it for what it is, mmkay: A RoyAi drabble.
Black and blue and tinsel-thin, her cheeks were the only things shimmering. Soot and grime had caked a layer of new skin. Wrinkled eyes, barely able to wake from a final sleep, remained dull in the shine of dawn's light. A wounded, withered hand still clothed with remnants of white reached up into russet skies gently swiping away the falling stars. The country had become his. The people followed him with a loyalty never before known in Fuhrer's history. He had made speeches. Talked down warlords and enemies. And when the talking didn't work he had been at the front lines leading his army to victory. He had managed to get and keep everything he desired. But even at the end when confronted with his better half's tears, a too-old man ravaged by time and its battles couldn't say: I love you.