King peeked from around the tree, gripping Chastiefol tightly in his arms. Where is she…? He wondered, looking behind him to make sure Ban hadn't followed him. She's the one that said 8am… so where the heck-! He heard a loud thump, and stifled moan as he saw Diane enter the clearing. The giantess shook her head and sat on the ground, nursing her leg as it freely bled, ruby liquid falling down her calf. "Diane! Are you ok?!" King flew towards the girl and hovered a few feet above her knee. Reaching into his pockets, he took out a few bandaids. She's always so clumsy; it's a good thing I started keeping these with me. After applying about seven bandages to her leg, he smiled at her. "What even happened?" Diane sighed and started to laugh. "I was rushing to get here and tripped over a root I guess! I'm sorry for making you worry…" Diane lowered her head and pouted. Gracious she's so adorable! King squealed inwardly. "Don't worry Diane, I'll always be here to help you!" He planted a tiny kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile in relief. He beamed back at her, making her blush and look away. I'll never let anything happen to you Diane. I swear to you.
"You're 700 Diane. Soon this kingdom will be yours. As the Queen, you will be the one to lead our people to freedom."
Diane shot up from the ground where she was laying, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Why do I keep having that dream? She wondered, that was more than 300 years ago….
She shook her head. There's no way I'm even remembered as the princess… So why can't I get it out of my head?
Feeling something brush her thigh, she looked down to see King lying on Chastiefol. The Sloth Sin was fast asleep, cuddled up against her leg. Diane smiled, thinking back to when she first met King.
Diane hummed as she skipped along the river bed. Followed by her two rock dolls, she splashed in and out of the cool water, laughing every time she splashed. She looked around for her dolls, to see them standing around something. "What did you guys find this time?" She laughed, walking over to see what the commotion was about. She gasped. Laying in the river, wedged between two rocks, was a small child, with strawberry blonde hair. She stared, not sure what to do. "Hey… hey!" She whispered, prodding the boy. "Oh he's not moving… Oh my GOD he's dead!" She panicked, looking around the clearing to see if anyone was there. Seeing she was alone, she plucked the boy from the rocks, and cradled him in her hands. Oh… he's so warm… that means- She closed him loosely in her palms and ran towards her cave. Maybe he's still alive! Maybe I'll have a friend!
Diane smiled and traced her finger through King's hair. He was called Harlequin at that time, wasn't he… ? She laid back on the ground, cradling her body around his, yawning. My sweet, darling Harlequin.
