Sdorica -Vestige- Chapter 29:A Talk Under The Stars Part 1, a misc. games fanfic

It has been three days since I was assigned to be Sione Aldric's substitute. I wouldn't say it was boring for me. I'd say I'm pretty lucky, since I know most people would kill to be in my position. Though I have yet to see how lucky I was supposed to be.

After all, I wouldn't see myself as lucky as most people would like to think.

For the first three days, I was subjected to a class of manners and courtesy. I was taught how to do every single thing that I knew how to do but this time, with elegance, grace, and of course, humility. It was painful, as I continuously tried, or at least attempted, to use the right fork at the right course during a dinner. Sure, it was a treat that I was to eat alongside the Princess, but it was a painful process that I'd prefer to eat in my quarters instead. I was given a mountain worth of verbal beating before I had gotten used to everything by the second day.

On the third day, I was then oriented on the various duties the Princess's bodyguard was supposed to do. I was to accompany her anywhere and everywhere in the Sun Capitol and I was to never leave her side until she is safe inside her quarters. It sounded easy. It really was, but then I was given another mountain worth of emphasis and that her life mattered more than mine, which I could understand.

She was going to be the next ruler in a few years, and it would be horrible if something were to happen to her. I was to take extra precaution, especially outside the castle. "Be paranoid if you need to..." said the old bearded scholar that was teaching me all this stuff. Though he was skeptical at first, Regent Theodore eventually approved of me since the Colonel had already explained to him that I was just as good as Sione Aldric.

I was slowly beginning to feel comfortable waking up to a ceiling I barely even knew. My body had really felt groggy from my quick nap at noon. Judging from how the outside had looked, I had to guess it was already late afternoon. I really don't know where I got my tiredness from, but damn did I sleep like a log. Moving from the weird pose I had sleeping on the sofa in my quarters, I noticed that my body had sunken deep into the cushions.

I headed over to the kitchen sink to rinse my face, hoping to remove some of the sleep that I had in my eyes. The tap squeaked as the cold water dropped from its mouth, before proceeding to splash some of it generously unto my face. I shivered at the coldness of the water before grasping another handful. After wiping my face with my hand that was still wet, I then glanced at the clock that hung above the head of the bed. On it, it read 3:34 pm. I was to accompany Princess Angelia today for an afternoon stroll around the royal garden at the back of the castle at 4 pm. I splashed a bit more water on my face before heading toward the cabinet for me to dress up properly for today's assignment,

The cabinet, much like every other furniture in my quarters, was beautifully hand made that was also carved with runic symbols. If I were to guess, these meant something that is related to the Sun. I wasn't a rune scholar, though I do want to know what these symbols mean. The thought of going to the Rune Academy has crossed my mind several times, but I didn't want to end up like Marcus any time soon.

The cabinet doors made a renouncing creak as I opened its compartment, revealing to me the uniform I was supposed to be wearing the whole time I was to accompany the Princess around. The under garments were colored a pure red that was designed with golden seams and markings. The armor plates that were to accompany this uniform were two shoulder pads, a pair of forearm bracers, a light breastplate that covered my torso up until my abdomen, a chain belt to hold both my pants up and my sword sheath, and a pair of iron greaves that covered the length of my shin down to my toes. It was far from what I was used to, but it was lighter and more comfortable than the standard army uniform.

From what I've heard, the design of this uniform was close to the uniform Sione Aldric herself wears. I haven't actually seen what the original design was supposed to look like, but my senses tell me they were much more feminine than that of the one entrusted to me. But what separated my uniform from hers was the finishing touch of a light, vanilla colored scarf that bore the markings of the Sun on it.

I slipped on the undergarments above my brown shirt and brown pants before attaching the armor plates to their respective places. Even after clicking everything into place, I could still move incredibly well. I tried stretching and swinging my arms and legs around for bit. I wanted to see how much I could move before getting restricted. However, the restrictions never came, and it was as if I never wore a uniform in the first place. I felt my lips forming a grin.

This was honestly the best feeling I could get from a standard uniform. It felt so fresh, and I felt so free from just wearing it.

I grabbed onto the scarf that was neatly folded near my casual clothing and wrapped it around my neck. Even though it was a scarf, it was super light and delicate that I didn't even feel the slightest bit of discomfort wearing it. In fact, it was actually cooling me down.

I honestly am beyond impressed and happy that I got the chance to wear this sort of thing. If the people back at the encampment and all the other outposts knew about this sort of luxury, they would be enraged. If I were to be honest, I would be, too, though I wouldn't have thought about it too much. After all, I couldn't afford to get this type of clothing for myself even if I wanted to. But here I am, currently in the clothing of what soldiers would dream of having. Shaking my head, I allowed myself to ignore these thoughts.

Besides, these were only temporary and I didn't have much to gloat about.

I took out my newly sharpened sword underneath my bed. I unsheathed a part of it. It became a habit of me to look at myself with the spotless blade before fastening its sheath unto my body. Though I wanted to attach my sword unto my back, like I always did, I was instructed to place it unto my left hip.

I honestly was skeptical at first because the weight threw me off for the first couple of times I wore it in that regard, even now I still find it uncomfortable. However, I managed to finally fasten it on my hip as I let out an annoyed sigh. I moved to the mirror near the cabinet to take a look at myself before going out.

If I were to tell my past self I would be one day sleeping underneath the roof of the Sun Castle, I wouldn't have believed it. If I were to tell my younger self that I was going to wear one of the finest military uniforms in the continent, I would've laughed at it. But, again, here I was.

For the first time in my life, I was now looking at the entirety of myself. My body, my face, everything. It was the first time I saw every bit of myself at once in full clarity. I watched the reflection of myself make a small smile as I did so, appreciating what I was at the moment.

The ruffled brown hair that I couldn't keep in check was now cleaner and more tamed, but still retained some of its wildness. The deep orange eyes that I got from my father was staring at me as clear as day. I felt my eyes sting as I remembered what my mother looked like.

I couldn't exactly believe it, but I could never forget her face. I looked more like mother than anything. From her nose, to the lips, up to the shape of my face, I saw her in myself. I wonder if she would be happy seeing me like this? I wonder if father would be too?

I took in a deep breath. I didn't want the tears to fall just yet. Though it as mere guesswork, a part of me was telling me that they would be proud. No, that was a wrong thing to say actually. They are proud of what they're seeing right now.

I let out a small chuckle before smiling at my own image one last time. I straightened myself before giving the mirror a mock salute before leaving my quarters. The door gave off the same creak as the cabinet as it opened. I arrived unto the glimmering hallway. The door behind me sounded a thud as it closed. I looked around, admiring the gems that adorned the hall before climbing the stairs toward the Princess's quarters.

This was also the first time I walked toward her room without anyone else guiding my way. Though it was just a straight hall, the feeling was more or less grand, and the pure white door at the end of the hall just makes that feeling a bit stronger. Looking around, the designs were roughly the same as the East Wing hall, albeit with smaller gems this time. Unlit candelabrum lined the hall up until the small entry way that curved around her door, in which a small glass chandelier replaced the candelabrum.

I still couldn't get over that I was in the Sun Castle of all places. The grandness of the damn place was too much for me.

I arrived at her doorstep. Somehow, I was nervous. I don't really know why, but I really was. There was always a weird feeling whenever the Princess is around. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it made me uncomfortable. Well, not completely uncomfortable, but I did notice my palms began to sweat.

Most people would think this as being love struck, or something unrealistic. No, this was something else. Again, I couldn't quite tell what it was, but something was up. Besides, I wouldn't dream of falling in love with the Princess of all people. It was something that was impossible for many, and I believe I am one of the more unfortunate ones. It had to do with the pain on my right arm.

Or rather, the lack thereof.

I'm sure it is best to not think about it too much. My job right now was to be this girl's bodyguard, and I was trusted by both Colonel Levon and His Majesty Regent Theodore. I wouldn't dare of disappointing them, or else I'd face a consequence more dire than death.

I think... Who knows? I still have to hear of a prison time exceeding six months yet. In fact, I haven't heard much of anyone being executed publicly just yet. Regardless whether or not a death penalty would be put on my head if I fail, I still wouldn't test my chances.

I waited for a while. I think it'd be best not to disturb her. She may be getting ready, picking a dress to wear or what not. After all, I'm not the one who wants to go to the royal garden.

I continued to stare outwards beyond the window and down unto the land below me. I could see a capitol sector just below me, which I would guess would be the Solaris sector seeing as the rays of the Sun were coming from the other side of the entry way. A bit beyond that were the many buildings that were in the said sector, and I could just barely see the leaves ridden path that the residents were beginning to clean. To the right, I could see the lower city that me and Armando went into months ago.

Up to this day, I still wonder what sort of business he was dealing with when we went there. I silently made a mental note to myself if I meet him again.

After a few minutes of just standing in the entry way beside the east window, I decided to finally knock on her door. Even after waiting a while, my nerves were still unable to calm down. Taking deep and careful breaths, I let out all the anxiety from my body before reaching out my right hand to the gilded door. My hand balled into a fist, and my knuckles grazed the door. I took in one last inhale before knocking.

But as soon as I decided to knock on the pristine white door, the door had opened before my knuckles made contact.

"Oh! Hello, Sir Roxas. It's so nice to see you!" Princess Angelia greeted me with a surprised voice, but still keeping a gentle smile on her lips. I moved my head down a bit for my eyes to meet hers. I felt myself giving her a smile of my own, as well.

Talk about timing. That, and I still had to get used to her addressing me as 'sir'.

I took two steps back, both in surprise and to ensure some distance between us. I took a moment to admire her outfit.

She wore a simple sleeveless white dress, one that covered her body down to half of her shin that had delicate floral designs that ran along the edge of her skirt. She also wore a red see through poncho that covered her upper body, and thin strapped sandals. Let's not forget the small crown the fitted her head.

"Good afternoon to you, Your Majesty..." I said after taking a small bow. She returned my bow with her own curtsy, smiling as she did so.

"I'm quite surprised. Did you wait long?" she asked, her eyes perking up at me. She stepped outside as the door closed behind her with a firm lock.

"For a while, yes." I answered her truthfully. "Shall we go to the garden?"

"Yes, please. Let us go."

I held out my elbow for her to take. She gracefully accepted as she wrapped her left hand on my right arm. She gave me a small nod before making our way out together. This was also one of the many things I was taught a few days ago. I had to be courteous and respectful in her presence, and whatever opinion I had was thrown out the window. But I wasn't complaining.

We walked through the hallways mostly in silence, but she was humming to a song I didn't know. We descended the stairs, though slowly, into the main hall. Making a turn, we entered a hall beneath the stairs of the East Wing that lead to the back of the castle with her greeting most of the maids and servants we passed along the way.

I felt the Princess's grip tighten just a bit and her face was now clearly showing signs of excitement. I could've sworn I heard a small giggle from her as her pace quickened. Soon enough, we had arrived to the back of the castle, and into the royal garden. She let go of me, finally allowing my right hand to go limp and rest on my sides as she excitedly made her way to one of the many flower patches in the garden.

It was a garden unlike any I've ever seen. I did get to see it once when I was still being trained in the art of perfect mannerisms, but I never truly gotten over it just yet. There were rows upon rows of flowers, some I had recognized, and others I had never even seen before. It was a collage of colors that Ms. Carrie would dream of having in her shop. Accompanying the vast sea of green and rainbows were water fountains at four points around the place. However, my eyes were only fixed on the one patch nestled neatly at the very heart of the garden.

A beautiful patch that consisted only of Dawnchasers.

I shook my head as I kept with the Princess's pace. She was giggling to herself, fully immersed in the colors of the garden. While she had her eyes darting around the many flower patches, I looked around as well, constantly moving my eyes for any sign of potential danger. 'Be paranoid if you have to...' the words echoed again and again in my mind. As I looked behind my back for the 10th time, I heard the Princess's laughter again. Though this time, it was directed at me.

I glanced at her, giving her a suspicious look as a part of me had expected her somewhat ridicule me at that moment. However, the ridicule did not come. Her laugh didn't have a trace of sarcasm. She was already covering her lips with her hand as she continued to laugh. Or rather, tried to contain her bubbly laughter as much as she could.

"There is no need to be so vigilant in this garden, Sir Roxas. I am safe here, okay?" she said as she reached out to hold my left hand. My body reacted immediately, and relaxed at her touch.

She looked at me with not an ounce of worry, which in turn worried me a bit.

"No can do, Your Highness. I must remain vigilant. What would happen if someone were to attack you right now?" I firmly said to her, gently removing her soft grip on my fingers.

"Then you would be here to protect me. As long as I have you, I'm safe in this garden. Now come. I want you to enjoy this wonderful place with me." she reassured me, once again taking my hand and dragging me to another patch of flowers. Only then did I realize what her intention was as it hit me bluntly on the head. She wanted me to see the garden, and not because she wanted to.

I honestly couldn't oppose her, even if I wanted to. I had no choice but to enjoy this privilege as best as I could without my nerves getting on me. So I allowed her to lead me.

We walked around, exchanging looks as we inspected each and every patch we could find. It was almost like a little adventure for her as it was for me. Despite still being 17, she was as innocent as a little girl. It was also the same age I had to stain my hands with blood for the first time.

Oh, how cruel this world can be...

Eventually, she let go of my hand as she wandered off ahead of me.

She would usher me toward her, and I could only respond with a nod and walking over to where she was. I was honestly amazed at how much this garden had contained. There were some I had usually seen, like the dandelions, roses, and lilies. However, one patch had consisted of several subspecies of sunflowers, another patch had sand that supported flowered cacti, and others I haven't even seen before, like the patch of Frost Orchid at one of the corners of the garden.

After several minutes of admiring several of the flowers here, we had eventually arrived at the patch of Dawnchasers at the center of the garden.

The familiar sight of these flowers made my mind wander off, making me recall the events that happened long ago. I sat down unto the clean stone floor. I reached out a finger to one of the flowers, stroking its familiar soft petals as it glowed with a bright and warm light.

I could only smile at both the sight of the flower, and the memories that came along with it. Though, it was a mix of sadness and joy. I felt a gentle hand touch my left shoulder. I look up to see, to nobody's surprise, Princess Angelia as her hand grasped my shoulder.

"Do you know of these flowers, Sir Roxas...?" she asked me as she sat beside me. I continued to caress one of the flowers with my finger.

"I do, Your Majesty. I learned it through a book my father gave me."

"Your father?" I nodded at her slowly.

"What was your father like?" my hands stopped moving as I heard her question. I wanted to not answer her, but then where was the harm? I am the only living blood in my family as far as I knew.

I sighed as I mustered up the voice to answer her. "My father was a farmer. When he was young, he was a travelling merchant. He brought all sorts of objects into the house, some I liked, but some weren't as great. Mother was always on his back, telling him to be organized." I muttered before turning to her and smiling. She smiled back, though I could tell hers had a hint of sadness on them.

"That sounds wonderful, though. I'm a little envious. Were you a happy family?" she said in a low voice through a pained smile.

"We were always like that. That is, until mother had passed away. Things have never been the same since..."

"I see..." she murmured. I glanced at her, sadness still painted her face and it even, dare I say, glistened in her eyes. Though it wasn't tears that shone in her eye.

She went silent for a while. As the silence passed by us, I realized that I spoiled our time in this garden. She was supposed to allow me to enjoy myself here. I stood up quickly, brushing any sort of dust on myself.

"I'm sorry you had to listen to me, Princess! My apologies for killing the mood." I said frantically as I gave her a hand. Her eyes had widened when she heard me.

"Oh! Don't apologize, please. I was the one who asked." she waved it off as she took my hand, now standing up. But just as she was dusting herself off, she turned away from me. However, I already knew why she turned away. She believes it was her fault she ruined the mood.

I felt it was time to walk to another place, but before I could even take one step toward another direction, the Princess had already spoke.

"I'm sorry you had your mother taken away from you..." she squeaked, the pain was now obviously clear in her voice.

"It's quite alright, Your Majesty. She died from an illness. I didn't know what to do back then. I was powerless..."

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice breaking. This time, she didn't hesitate to let me see her sadness.

"Please, Princess. Don't apologize. It's not your fault, nor was it anyone's." I desperately tried to comfort her. I told her the truth; it really wasn't her fault that mother died. It made me sad that she blamed herself for my misfortune.

She then turned to me, but she no longer wore a forced smile. Her face rested in a poker face as her light emerald eyes shone in the sunlight, potentially dropping tears sooner or later. She bowed her head lightly, covering her eyes behind her loose golden locks.

I knew that I had to do something, but my mind was blank. I wanted to salvage this broken conversation, but I didn't know how I would be able to do it. It was only a matter of time before something will force its way into this thick atmosphere. I could only take a deep breath and let my instincts take control.

"Princess? May I ask?" I said, unsure whether or not this would be the correct option. However, I remembered a part of our conversation earlier that made me somewhat curious of her.

"What is it?" she raised her head.

"Why were you envious of me?"

"Huh?"

"You said to me earlier you were envious of me because of my family. Why is that?" as I asked her, my heart was beginning to thud loudly in my chest. I was now truly beginning to doubt that this was a good idea.

The Princess only stared at me with a confused look, but she eventually yielded as she sighed. I half expected her to be angry at me, but she only turned away to look at the distance.

"You see, I never met my mother. She died giving birth to me. I only had my father and my uncle to look after me." she told me as she fiddled with her fingers, never once looking at me as she did so.

"I... never knew." I muttered truthfully. Of course I never knew her past. I wasn't told of her past or anything. I'm sure someone might know, but they never told me. Maybe she kept all these feelings bottled up inside her?

"I think that's why I was envious... I want my mother to be here. I don't even know what she thinks of me." she said as her brows furrowed.

I felt my eyes widen in realization as I remembered my thoughts an hour back. I tried my best to hold my inner glee. It seems there was, indeed, a way for this to be salvaged.

"I would believe your mother would be proud of you, Princess." I said to her in full confidence. Yeah, I believe in that that much. I wouldn't doubt my parents' love, and neither should she.

Then, she looked at me as her eyes too had widened from realization.

"Really...?" I saw the pieces of her sadness break away as the radiance from earlier had returned to her eyes; happiness was now evident on her face as it washed all over her.

"I may not know your mother, but I'm sure she would be happy with how you've grown, like all mothers would. I would not doubt my own mother's love and, even though I'm in no position to tell you what you should feel, neither should you doubt your mother." I felt my chest swell with pride as I said all of these things to her.

"I am certain that she loves you..." with that, a smile gently formed on her face causing me to smile back.

I looked around and noticed that it was already getting dark.

"I think it's about time we head inside, Your Highness." I said, offering her my elbow.

She didn't say anything, but she held a smile sweeter than before as we walked back inside the castle. We went past through the hallways before leading her to her quarters. We stopped at the front of the door, her hand letting go of my arm as she went in front of me.

"I didn't expect that, Sir Roxas. Thank you for your words and your time." she said gratuitously as she curtsied once more. I responded with my own bow before smiling back at her.

"It was my pleasure, Your Majesty. I'm glad I could be of service to you." I said, but at the back of my mind couldn't believe the words that I was saying. If I didn't get those mannerism lessons, I wouldn't be this courteous in a million years.

I did all I could to maintain a poker face as my inner thoughts writhed. I had to get used to this sooner or later.

She turned around and went inside, taking one last peek at me before finally closing the door.

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25th of Fire Month
Kingdom of the Sun, Sun Castle

It has been days after me and Princess Angelia's little outing back at the royal garden. She has been calling me to accompany her up to her quarters ever since.

There wasn't much to it than that. The Princess only wanted a bit of company; someone to talk to. It had only been a day after out talk in the garden that we decided to drop all forms of formality and etiquette when we were alone.

Thankfully, she thinks the same thing as I do. That being it was absolutely unnecessary. Even though I was slowly getting used to it, she did not like to be addressed as such.

Today, I was only idling about in her room. I sat rather comfortably in one of her couches near a window, grasping a book titled, 'Vendacti's Legends and Myths' as the sunshine illuminated the pages. It was an interesting read, but I slowly began to think that this was a book read to young kids who were unruly.

Most of these didn't even make sense but regardless, I enjoyed the entertainment it gave.

"I did not expect you to such an avid reader..." Angelia said, perking up my right shoulder as she read with me.

"I don't know about that, but I don't suppose it's a bad thing, right? I mean just look at this..." I pointed at one of the grim illustrations the book had. It featured a deformed creature with several eyes that lined its head, many arms, ragged skin, and skeletal wings. "Looks like a mess."

"You know that's not true." she giggled as she pointed at the writing at the corner of the page. There it wrote in bold letters, 'NOT REAL I'M SORRY I SCARED YOU'. I looked back at Angelia, her eyes became wide as I couldn't contain the laughter that inevitably came.

I saw her redden as I knew she was embarrassed. "You were scared!?" I couldn't help but raise my voice in amusement, though I felt bad about laughing at her.

She could only shake me back and forth by my shoulders, yelling 'stop' whenever she did. I know I shouldn't exactly tease her like this. She is 17, and I wouldn't be intending to face her wrath anytime whether or not she could get angry was still up for debate.

So, I let out short chuckles before finally stopping. I was getting dizzy from all the shaking she did.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" I said as she finally let go of my shoulders, the shaking finally ceasing.

"But yeah, I know they're not true. Still though..." I closed the book as I sat up, temporarily losing my balance in the process. "How do people come up with this sort of thing?"

Angelia shrugged, her face still flushed in red. "I don't really know. I'm just as clueless as you..."

I only gave her a pout of slight disappointment as I returned my attention to the book. I held it up in front of me as I examined its appearance. It was, without a question, more expensive than anything that I had ever owned on me. The covers were only polished wood, but it was lined with gold.

But I stand corrected, the book wasn't the only thing that was worth more than my life. Everything in this room to the bed frame, window panes, Angelia's dresses, hell I wouldn't even be surprised if the firewood costed more than my monthly salary.

Standing up, I walked toward the bookshelf near her fireplace and squeezed the book in between several other volumes. I ran my finger through most of them, wondering what kind of thing I'll be pulling out this time.

I closed my eyes before pulling a book randomly with full force.

Through the darkness of closed eyes, I heard several loud thuds and a hard book spine hitting one of my toes. The pain only made me yelp a bit, but what really sucked was all the books were now splayed across the floor.

I turned to look at Angelia, who only placed both her hands on her hips, pouting as she narrowed her eyes. It seems I really earned that glare from her. I bowed, somewhat, apologetically as looked at the mess I made.

Rubbing my hurt toe one last time, I sighed as I moved to pick the scattered books on the floor. I heard Angelia walk toward me. I expected a light slap on the head, which did come this time. I muttered a silent 'ow' as I gathered all the books and placed them unto the bed.

"Don't do that again, please." I could only nod, her sweet voice was something I simply couldn't say 'no' to. Even then, I didn't exactly have what it takes to stand up against authority.

As I was placing the books in alphabetical order, Angelia decided to join me. I wanted to stop her, but she was more or less eager to help out. Besides, we did agree on dropping formalities.

"You should be careful next time." she said, I only nodded.

"All the servants will be worried if there was noise coming from here..." I nodded.

"And what if my uncle hears? He'll think you hurt me and throw you out!" I nodded.

"Roxas?" she grabbed my shoulder and forced my body to turn and look at her. She eyed me closely, though I doubt she would be able to find the thing she's looking for on my face.

Whatever that was, anyway...

"What is it?" I only muttered as I placed another book back in place, though I didn't mean to ignore her.

"Were you even listening!?" her voice became somewhat hysterical, but it ended up being awkward as her pitch cracked.

My insides had writhed as I desperately tried to prevent myself from laughing in front of her. Though, I had succeeded as I regained my internal composure whilst wearing a poker face

"What? You didn't see me nod?" I also tried to speak with sarcasm, but that only earned me yet another glare from the precious Princess.

"Answer me, please. Be honest." she finally demanded with her soothing voice.

"Okay, okay... I'll be careful." I sighed in defeat as I slid in the final book.

I took a step back to appreciate me and Angelia's handiwork. Every single book was now in place, even better was that it was spotless. It wasn't as impressive as one would expect, but it was nice to finally see that the shelf wasn't in utter disarray just a few moments ago. My mind went blank for second, but it dawned on me.

I forgot which book I had randomly pulled.

Just as my arm began to reach for one of the books, I felt a strong tug at the hem of my inner robe. I turned around to see Angelia giving me an unimpressed look as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She slowly shook her head and mouthed a silent 'no' as she did so.

"Guess not, huh?" I said, slowly and awkwardly retracting my hand from the shelf. The fact that she shook her head twice defeated my intentions of reading again this afternoon. Instead, she dragged me back to the couch by my robe. As my body began to sink deeper into the couch cushions, my head inadvertently turn toward the nearest window.

I couldn't see much aside from the orange sky of the sunset, seeing as the light was passing through and I wouldn't appreciate getting glare into my eye sockets. So, I stared back into the room with Angelia sitting at the opposite end of the couch, eyebrows furrowed as she stared into the carpet below us.

At first, the princess was rather shy of me when I had entered her quarters on the 21st. My mind was preoccupied with the grandness of her room that I didn't even realize she was keeping her distance from me that day. Though she was shy, she still managed to speak to me and hold decent conversation, but by the end of the day she became more comfortable talking to me.

It was only on the end of the next day that she was completely comfortable of my presence that she was excited to see me on the third day's afternoon. It was that specific afternoon that I truly met Angelia Carlos, the girl behind the crown.

She is a sweet girl, soft-spoken but she knows when to mess around and be serious. She felt more comfortable not having to, in her own words, 'smile every single second of everyday'. Though her smiles were forced, they still retained her kindness to them. Her true smiles, on the other hand, were radiant.

I noticed that she was always thinking of other people, not her own well being, as with her wanting to show me the royal garden without anyone bothering us. The fact that she confirmed her intentions when I guessed them only proved that she was selfless.

I couldn't even imagine sacrificing myself for other people, but that would just be me.

And I find myself enjoying her company as well. She was a person that was very interested who I was. Even though I had friends like Armando and Doran, and possibly Sharice but I consider her to be my sister, they were just friends who I hang around with because we had the same job.

However, Angelia wanted to know who her new bodyguard was, and I have to admit, I liked that.

In turn, I could only return the kindness with my own interest in who she was. After all, this was a rare sight. A prairie boy like me talking casually with the Princess of the country like it was some sort of common thing to do was nothing short of a miracle.

Though she is a sweet, kind, and selfless girl, I couldn't help but feel some sort of danger from it. I feel she is too trusting and the fact that I have something dangerous inside me makes my insides stir. Especially now since void seasons is two months away.

I did, in fact, tell her of my curse, but she shook her head and trusted me anyway.

But I shouldn't worry. Even though it is rather strange that the pain is gone in the meantime, it shouldn't distract me from my current duty.

Now, she wasn't acting her usual self. The Angelia that sat before me was now secluded. And even though we were just joking around moments ago, I could see that she was upset with something. Something that she isn't telling me...

An eerie silence sat between us. Angelia had only sat there, and she wasn't even blinking anymore.

"Is something bothering you?" I asked, finally breaking the ice.

Instead of actually answering my question, she moved hastily towards her wardrobe. She looked like she was in a rush of sorts. I stood up and walked toward her, stopping by a short distance away.

"Angelia? What's wrong?" I asked again. She then closed the wardrobe with a big sigh, turning to me with sadness under her eyes. I felt my head tilting slightly. I don't remember doing anything that would upset her.

Then again, I don't know what upsets her anyway...

It seems like playing safe is the best option for me in this situation.

"I'm sorry. I was sort of rude when you told me to be careful..." I admitted as I rubbed the back of my neck, taking very few steps over to her.

"What...?" she looked back, this time her eyebrows furrowing as her face was riddled with confusion.

"I took your warnings lightly. I'm sorry I made you upset..." I turned away. I felt a strange hot feeling press against my cheeks. I turned away, my hand still rubbing my nape.

"Oh! No, no!" Angelia rushed over to me, her eyes beaming with worry. She took both my hands as she gave me an apologetic look. "I'm not upset over that! It's not you..." I could only raise my eyebrow on that.

I could've sworn it that it was my rudeness that she was upset about. Turns out it was something else.

Angelia inspected my face, I knew she was now seeing the disbelief and doubt on my face. She then shook her head vigorously, as if proving some sort of point. "Really! It's not you..." she then forced a smile. "Okay..." I finally admit with a sigh.

"What are you upset about, then? You're not yourself today." I said, breaking her touch on me as gently as I possibly could. I didn't want her to be more upset than she is. She might throw me out without a question, but I sincerely doubt she would do that.

Regardless, I was beginning to dislike it. Angelia being upset didn't fit her at all.

She brought her arms together, like she was comforting herself. The same sadness from earlier returned to her eyes. "Well, I..." she hesitated. Angelia's grip on herself only became tighter as she squirmed, trying to comfort herself in some way.

"You know you can tell me, right?" she finally dropped her self hug with an exhausted sigh. She locked her gaze with mine with a determined look on her face. I could tell that it was now useless to run from me.

"I'm supposed to be on a blind date this evening." she confessed, now refusing to break eye contact with me. Even though it wasn't the case, I felt like she was on the brink of crying.

"A blind date?" I mumbled out loud.

"Yes. With another noble." I saw her eyebrows wrinkle slightly.

"Like a real date?"

"I believe so..."

"Why? Shouldn't you have the right to cancel? It seems to me that you don't want to go."

"I know. You're right when you said I don't want to go because I do, but I already agreed that we eat dinner tonight. I don't want to disappoint him. Plus, I want to know if he's a potential suitor..." Angelia explained in a low voice as she fidgeted with her fingers.

Ah, I get it now. I guess it is part of the noble process. After all, she is the Princess of the damn country, of course she needs a suitor. I did get to read about it, and since Angelia was already a noble, she also graciously explained all the things a noble will have to do.

In my completely honest opinion, it wasn't as fun as people think it was.

Though I did understand her current position, there was also something that was awfully bothering me. It wasn't the clenching feeling in my chest, but rather something that didn't make much sense.

"Angelia?"

"Yes?"

"Who actually organized this?"

"Oh, that? It was my uncle..."

"Shouldn't you get to choose who you want to date? Forgive my ignorance, but it is your suitor..." Angelia could only sigh. The same sadness didn't leave her as she broke eye contact with me.

"Oh, Roxas..." she went over to her bed and sat down. "If only it were that simple..."

But before an uncomfortable silence decided to sit on top of us, a knock came from the other side of her door. "Your Majesty, Princess Angelia, Duke Felipe will arrive at the castle soon."

"Understood."

I stayed silent until I could no longer hear the footsteps of the servant. Angelia stood up and went back to her wardrobe, pulling out different dresses for her to try. I went back to the couch and directed my attention elsewhere.

There wasn't much for me to do, except to sit here and watch her pick out the dress she wants to wear.

As soon as she finally decided between two very indifferent dresses, she finally decided to nudge me. "Roxas, I need you to assist me with this." she said, not even giving me time to think as she pulled me up.

I felt heat up on my cheeks again. My mind raced, but I couldn't really think straight as she continued to pull me to where the dress she picked out was. "With what exactly!?" I blurted out. Angelia did not decide to answer me. She went into her dressing room after handing me her dress.

Angelia remained in the dressing room for a while as I continued to hold her dress. "Please give me my dress, Roxas..." she called after several long minutes from beyond the velvet curtain of her dressing room. I reached out the dress through the curtain, averting my gaze so as to respect her privacy.

After a while, she came out dressed beautifully in white. It was different from the dress she wore when we visited the garden. This one was more elegant. The Sun emblem adorned her front, but her skirt was layered with violent colored laces. Her shoulders were covered with the same violet color.

However, she was not finished.

She held a part of her dress to her neck and proceeded to turn her back toward me. She lifted up her long, puffy hair and shown me the skin of her exposed back. "The zipper, Roxas, if you will. Please?"

I don't know what went wrong with me that time, but I couldn't move. I decided to force myself to move, thinking it was better to get this over with than drag it on. The zipper was tiny, and it was hard to even pinch it at first.

But, after a long struggle, I finally grabbed onto it and zipped it up to her nape.

"Thank you." she said with a smile as she walked over to her mirror. With a twirl, she admired herself in front of the mirror. "Do I look alright?"

"Yes. You look amazing..." I said in a monotonous voice. Though, it was the truth. Angelia really did look amazing, far prettier than the ordinary maidens that walk on the streets of the Sun Capitol. I was beginning to envy this duke who was dating her tonight.

I shrugged off the thought with a small chuckled as I continued to stare at her.

I wasn't kidding. She really did look beautiful.

But a thought struck me as blunt as an anvil's bottom.

"Will I be accompanying you tonight?" I asked her, rather breaking her trance before turning to me with an unsurprised look and a gentle smile. "Of course, silly! But you'll be only keeping a watch from afar."

I nodded, gracefully receiving instruction without complain.

Well, they would still be in the castle, so it wasn't a surprise that I'll be with her through and through. I had thought they would eat somewhere else in the capitol by taking a rune chariot there. But no, it seems like it'll be just the two of them in the dining hall.

"I'll excuse myself, Angelia..." I said to her as I walked to the door.

"Okay, then. Please hurry as well." I simply nodded at her. Giving her a bow and smile, I opened the door and headed outside.

I glanced at my right as I walked down the hall to my quarters. The Sun had already set by the time she was done preparing. I started a small sprint down the hall. After all, she did just tell me to hurry up, didn't she?

I hurried down the stairway and opened the door to my quarters, sliding inside as the door closed as soon as I reached for the dining table. I stuffed the piece of slightly burnt toast I made earlier this morning into my mouth as I headed for the sink for freshen up. Even though I wasn't impressing anyone, I made sure to roughly scrub my face. I quickly donned on my uniform and casually slid on the armor plates before strapping my sword sheath. This time, I had it tightly bound unto my back.

I did get special permission from Angelia that I get to wear my sword on my back. I wasn't getting any comfortable with a waist sheath any time sooner. Even Colonel Levon thought Her Majesty's substitute bodyguard needed to have some form of privilege.

Moving to the mirror, I made sure I had everything into place. Locking my forearm bracers, I combed my messy hair with my fingers before leaving. Locking the door with the room key, I ascended the stairs and briskly walked down the hall. Then, I saw the white doors open in the distance.

Angelia had come out on her own, and it meant that I was just in time. I arrived by her side, trying to hide my panting from all the rush I just did. "Shall we go?" I asked her, offering her my elbow in the process.

She took it without hesitation. "Yes. Let us go." she said with a small smile and nod.

I now had gotten used to Angelia holding me by the arm. The first time I was extremely uncomfortable with it, mainly because no one else had gotten that close to me in a very long time. But now, it seemed natural.

But what wasn't natural was Angelia's silence as we walked through the halls.

"Are you nervous, Your Majesty?" I said, finally addressing her properly.

"No. Just unwilling." she whispered after looking around and making sure no other servant was near.

"I applaud your honesty, Princess."

I felt her head shake a little bit before responding to me. "I'm just saying what's on my mind..."

We had arrived at the entrance to the dining hall, sooner than what she would have liked. The doors had opened to reveal a young man about my height, dressed in formal wear like any noble would. He didn't have any resounding features, not that I had cared to look for them. I glanced at Angelia, who seemed to be putting on a face more than anything.

She looked uncomfortable.

"Good evening, Duke Felipe." Angelia said with a cursty. She pulled me with her, causing me to bow lightly.

"Good evening to you, as well, Your Highness. You look absolutely stunning tonight." he commented with a cheeky grin. I could've sworn I felt myself flinch at the sight of his pearly white teeth.

"Thank you, kind Duke." she said with a forced smile. She then turned to me. "Roxas." I allowed her to let go before taking two steps back and bowing. I saw her walk inside before the Duke, and the doors were open for me to follow them inside.

The Sun Castle Dining Hall was twice bigger than the Acies Outpost's Mess Hall, with a painted ceiling that most likely could've reached the stars. I turned and walked slightly to the right, standing guard near the door. Normally, the center would've encompassed a large long table that the Carlos family, and myself in my dastard luck, would eat dinner on. Tonight, only a small round table had taken its place, along with two chairs that sat at opposite ends.

I saw them take their places at both ends, and I could barely see their faces.

I looked to my right and saw a female guard, but I knew that she wasn't from here. In the span of a week, I recognized all the servants, maids, sorcerers, and guards assigned here in the Sun Castle, but not hers. I'm guessing she's the Duke's bodyguard then.

She raised her head before turning to me. I didn't bother to break eye contact, not did I even consider acting surprised. She only gave me a smirk before looking forward. I decided to do the same.

Angelia and Duke Felipe had made small talk ever since they sat. They were smiling and laughing away. She seemed to be enjoying herself. There wasn't any malice on the duke's face, but I still don't know him.

My stomach growled as I maintained a poker face. Their food was already on the way.

"So..." I heard the female guard next to me talk. It seems she decided to make small talk, as well. "I heard you're Her Majesty Princess Angelia's substitute bodyguard? Von Zayne, was it?" she said as she continued to smirk for reasons I did not know.

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Why do I ask? Well!" she exclaimed. I knew that her voice was being sarcastic. "I just think you don't belong here. Not with your record, you don't..."

"That's none of your business..." I said, gritting my teeth in the process. Who does this girl she is?

I could only look forward, locking my gaze on Angelia. I needed to remind myself that I wasn't here for my own well being. I was here because I was trusted to. That's all that matters.

"Oh? True, true. Maybe not mine, but maybe the whole kingdom's!"

"What are you playing at?" this time, I stared at her with narrowed eyes.

"Like I said, your record. You threw a hissy fit back when you were still training because of that dangerous condition of yours. Not to mention, you nearly attacked an officer because of it. You drank blood? Was that right?"

Memories from before flashed before my eyes. I lose control over the curse, but I did all I could to stop it. It wasn't like I wanted to; I had no other choice. It was a part of me that I still needed to gain control over. I remained silent as she dragged on.

"Let's not forget you illegally distributed Dawnchasers, and set freaking Corona on fire two times! You don't know how much crap Levon had gotten in vouching for your ass. He said you were innocent and he'll make sure you repay everything by serving the Kingdom in the military your whole life! Didn't you know that?"

"No, I don't..." was all I could reply. I don't know what she wants, but obviously she's not happy with me. Even though I don't even know who she is. A part of me did admit I was deeply indebted to Colonel Levon, but I didn't know I was this indebted...

"And to think you were able to land a prestigious position like Princess Angelia's bodyguard? I'd say Dylan Levon must be losing his mind! I don't blame him, though. Time wasn't kind on the old man..."

I couldn't take hearing what she's saying. This was plain treacherous.

"..."

"Let me ask you, what makes you so special, Von Zayne? What does the brain dead Colonel Levon see in you that other people don't?"

"You don't know me..." I had enough of this girl.

"Ha? Of course I don't know you! Are you stupid or what? But I know what you did! It's an absolute miracle you aren't in the royal dungeon right now!"

"How about you shut up for once? Eyes forward, bodyguard! You're not here to enjoy yourself..." with that, I returned my eyes to the table where Angelia sat. I heard her chuckle like a madman for several seconds before sighing, never once looking at her direction.

"Fair enough..." I heard her mutter one last time before falling silent.

It was about damn time I get some peace and quiet. All her words, they got under my skin. I shook my head one last time. I needed to focus on something else. My eyes returned to the two nobles before me.

But my mind, and the rest of my attention, ran elsewhere. This girl and her words, even if I wanted to deny it, some of it was true.

And it really did hurt.

I never actually thought about the consequences of my actions, and only now did I have the misfortune of having it shoved into my face. So yes, I'm surprised at myself that I haven't been thrown into a dungeon by now.

Was it because of Colonel Levon? It has to be. After all, he was the one who gave me the means to protect myself, and the one who had already seen the truth even if his subordinates wanted to arrest me.

But what happened in the past wasn't important anymore...

I am now entrusted with a duty, and I must see to it that I follow it until I am relieved of it.

As my thoughts ran rampant, my vision's blur became clearer as I stared back at the round table at the center of the dining hall. They were about done with their meals. I noticed that Duke Felipe was the only one in control of the conversation. Angelia could only do as much as mutter a few words, shake her head, nod lightly, or force a smile at him.

It was painful to watch.

But, fortunately, after several minutes had passed, both of them had stood up and bowed down to one another as they finished their dinner date with the duke looking more satisfied than the princess. Duke Felipe had motioned the girl beside me. She nodded as she abruptly exited with a loud bang, leaving me alone to wait for Angelia.

Duke Felipe had bid Angelia farewell, exiting the dining hall before her. I then bowed to her, as per correct mannerisms, and offered her my elbow silently. She took it, nodding before exiting the dining hall together.

As we went through the doors, both the guard and Duke Felipe himself could no longer be seen.

"Did you enjoy your dinner, Your Majesty?" I asked her, taking careful steps as we walked slowly through the hall. She grasped my elbow tightly. I shot her a quick glance, but only found her furrowing her eyebrows.

"Do you want me to be honest?" she said in her familiar sweet voice, although I know it was forced sweetness.

"By all means, Your Highness, please tell me."

"Then no..."

"May I ask why that is?"

"Shall we go to the garden first? I don't want people to hear us..." she asked. I looked at her worriedly. Her face looked exhausted. I nodded silently as she pulled me to match her pace that was in a complete hurry.

I don't know how people get tired from just sitting in front of a person for several minutes and eating a bit of food, but I wasn't the one to judge her right now. All I knew was that the blind date wasn't enjoyable at all.

We had arrived at the garden shortly after. A cold breeze swept by me, sending a welcoming shiver down my spine making me smile in nostalgic glee. The stars were out tonight, and they shone brightly. It was just like a night in the Prairie.

Angelia didn't hesitate to lazily walk over and sit on one of the garden benches. I inspected her a bit before walking forward. The same sadness from earlier had washed her face now. It seems like today wasn't exactly a good day for her.

Then something had dawned on me.

I walked on to where she sat, her eyes staring at the marble floor. I saw her flinch as she saw my iron greaves, but she relaxed immediately and returned to her unmoving position. I knelt down in front of her, but she didn't raise her head to look at me.

"It's not the blind date, is it?" my voice was now nothing more than a mere whisper.

She lifted her head. I moved the soft locks of hair that covered her face to reveal her eyes, sparkling in the dazzling moonlight. She was still sad, and it doesn't suit her one bit. She stared at me unblinkingly. "No..." her voice trembled.

I decided to sit beside her.

"Then what is making you sad today? You do realize you're not you this day?" Angelia didn't answer. She instead brought her arms together again, hugging herself once more. She whimpered softly.

"I know, I'm just... sad." she finally said into the peaceful evening silence.

"Do you mind telling me why? I'll listen to you..."

"I just don't understand... what's wrong with these suitors I'm dating blindly? Why do they keep on talking about themselves endlessly? What is wrong... with me?" she sounded desperate. It was like she was clawing out of a hole, but she was just getting pulled down again and again. She was lost, and I understand her confusion very well.

I sat there in silence, trying to work my brain to figure out any sort of explanation for her. To at least comfort her.

But I only arrived at the truth...

"How long have you been doing these blind dates, Angelia?"

"Since I was sixteen, why?"

"I'm starting to think these men aren't good for you..." I stood up in front of her, gaining her full attention. Angelia had only given me a confused look. I have heard from her servants and maids that she was a bit naive when it comes to other people, and now I see why.

"What? Roxas, what do you mean by that?"

I know now what I must do. If I arrived at the truth, then she must arrive to it as well. If I must, I will guide her to it. I will tell her what exactly she is missing. Or rather, what exactly these men aren't willing to do for her...

"They only see you as an object. They don't see a girl, they only see a crown that's waiting to be taken." I told her with every bit of confidence in my heart. I don't know where this newfound confidence came from, but it did feel soothing. The truth rang in the garden, but it wasn't deafening nor hurtful as Angelia's confusion was slowly fading.

I think this is what I must do...

"Forgive me, but it is what I think. They don't intend on loving you for who you are. I may be prairie boy, but I know what it means to love a person." I averted my gaze away from her as I saw brief flashes of Nolva before my eyes. "To love them as a person, to love who they are. These nobles simply can't..."

I then saw a glint of hope in her eyes.

"What makes you so sure of that, Roxas?" she asked in a low voice.

"I am a man, after all. As long as you have that crown on you, the intentions of men will never change..." I mumbled, but Angelia heard me loud and clear. She did not respond. Instead, she only bowed her head. I feel like she doesn't want to look at me.

I decided to kneel in front of her once again. I held her hand in a tight grip. I wasn't going to let this end on a sour note. I can understand her. Behind this crown, there was just a girl. A girl that has been locked up in her room because she was deemed too important to be let out, and now that she has been given an opportunity to meet other people than her uncle, her guardian, and her servants, she was disappointed.

I may be extending my duties but I am technically her guard, and I find it upon myself to guard her from unnecessary hurt. I have been through a lot, and I don't want the same hurt to happen to an innocent girl like her.

"So please. Even though I do not have the authority to tell you what to do, I'm telling you to choose, not as Princess Angelia Carlos, but simply Angelia, the girl behind the crown. I'm telling you this, not as Private Roxas Alderan Von Zayne, but simply Roxas, your friend."

"Roxas..."

"Choose, because you're deserving of something more than 'just a suitor'. You deserve someone who loves you for you..."

In the next moment, Angelia had given me one of the brightest smiles she had ever worn, and without any sort of a damn warning, Angelia launched herself and embraced me. Both her scent, which was a fresh aroma of lavender, and her golden blonde hair overwhelmed me. I couldn't exactly believe what she was doing, but she was doing it

My senses returned to me in time as I returned her warm embrace.

We remained like that for what seemed like an eternity, but eventually Angelia spoke out to me. "I don't know what to say, Roxas..." she said as she tightened her hug on me. I could only do the same as I replied to her.

"It's alright. You don't have to say anything..."

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"You could've just ran out to find her! Don't you dare tell me you have given up because of one letter she wrote to you?" I felt Angelia's gaze under me as I continued to stare into the darkness of the garden.

I turned to look at her and shot her an annoyed face, flaring my nostrils as I did so. "I respected her decision! Besides, it's already too late for me. I don't even know where she even is, right now..."

"Nonsense! Nolva must've wanted you to find her..." at this point, I was beginning to regret telling her my previous love life with Nolva. I honestly didn't expect her to be this supportive, especially after being down in the dumps a few hours ago.

And yes, me and Angelia did decide to spend a fair bit of time out in the garden. I don't know how much time had passed, but it was getting cold. Time had flew faster than I would've liked, but seeing as Angelia was already back to her usual self, it was more or less worth it.

Admittedly, we did talk about a lot of things like Angelia's previous dates and my adventures in Paradise Prairie, so it was still our fault that we stayed up very late.

Scratching the back of my head, I stood up. I glanced backwards only to see her with a pout on her lips. I could only sigh at that, knowing that what she said probably was true. But even if it was, I'm not even sure if Nolva wanted me to look for her.

It'd probably look like I was being selfish...

"I'm not too sure if she wanted it, but like I told you, we're done..." I said after a long pause, releasing Angelia's lips from the annoyed pout she wore.

"Aw... I suppose the past is the past." to that, I nodded. "I do admire your love for her, at the very least..." I let out a silent chuckle, a small part of me wondering if I ever truly known or even loved the person named Nolva Carpenter.

I once again looked at the sky. The stars were still shining brightly, and the moon had finally revealed itself to the both of us. The moonlight was gentle, and it provided a bit of peace of mind for me. I glanced at Angelia. She seemed to be rather sleepy as well. I felt my body relax, and only now did I feel that I was completely drained for today.

A comfortable silence sat between us after a long and tiring evening.

"The sky looks beautiful tonight..." I heard Angelia mumble. "Don't you agree, Roxas...?" to which I only gave her a small nod as I continued to stare at the moon.

"It's about time we head back, Angelia... You look exhausted." Angelia merely sighed as she, too, stood up from the bench. She tried to walk, but instead stumbled forward. Immediately, I caught her as she fell.

I didn't expect her to fall easily like that. It really took my by surprise as my heartbeats quickened...

"Careful..." I told her. She grabbed the cloth of my uniform and tried to pull herself up, only to let herself fall unto me once more. "I can't... Roxas." she whimpered. She was struggling to even stand as her dress dragged behind her. She wasn't even opening her eyes anymore.

There's only one thing I can do...

"I see... then, do you mind? I'll carry you..." she slowly opened her eyes as she tried to look at me. She then nodded with half-lidded eyes. I gently laid her down before scooping my right arm under her knees. "Put your arms around me..." I told her with the gentlest voice I had in me as she complied. With my other arm, I grasped her tightly by her shoulders as I heaved her up.

It is rude to speak of the weight of women, but Angelia was doable.

I walked as fast as I could without disturbing her nap. All I had was the scent of lavender to push me forward as I walked through the candlelit halls of the Sun Castle. I followed the way back, and found myself in the main hall before I even knew it. Climbing the East stairway, I made my way unto the East Wing.

I refused to look at anything in particular as I held Angelia in my arms. Somehow, this wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.

After ascending the stairway past my room, I reached her quarters without saying a word. I couldn't help but look at Angelia again before opening the door. Angelia was already fast asleep. Fortunately, she didn't lock her door which allowed me to take her straight into bed immediately. I laid her down without hesitation before placing the silk blanket of her bed on top of her.

I looked around. Her room was completely dark and it wasn't lit at all, save for the bright moonlight coming from all her windows. There was nothing for me here, and it wouldn't be right to steal something from her. Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to leave.

Though I knew she wouldn't see it, I bowed lightly to her before leaving her in sleep's comfortable embrace.