Violin cords broken by the greater use, laughter and hugs reduced with each passing hour, food and drink gone by the minute... people dispersing in the night.

Sleepless besides the still unconscious body of the reincarnation of the tales of snow white, held under the enchantment of a mist and not of a poisoned apple... or maybe the equivalent of a shackle tightened around the soul.

Despite the dawn making it's approach on the side of the earth, and the tired bodies of those who partied till no more went to rest, one man never found the tiredness that was called upon for the time. His strong body sat next to a figure in the bed of his life.

Draped in silk linen and skin like a porcelain doll, the unconscious body of Lady Shoto lay still in the large frame of the main bed, her eyes closed and chest heaving up and down with each breath. The only sign of her ever being alive and well.

A heavy hand graced the soft features, the burning fire turning to warmth at the touch of soft pale skin. It was as if snow had fallen on his hand, grazing it with a relief to his burning fury. Endeavor wasn't one to enjoy the cold of the night or even lower his ego down to a miniscule and single thought...

But it was all his fault.

If he hadn't let greed overtake his senses and the envy of a possible moral enemy, his lovely wife wouldn't have been in such a terrible accident... and she wouldn't have fallen into this endless sleep at the grasp of such a devilish creature...

"Saddened by your own actions now...?"

Endeavor turned around, wiping away at the small tears in his eyes, and let the anger sip in. "What do you want, Tomura? Can't I have some peace at my wife's side...?"

A dark mist wondered about the room, the sense of something sinister involved in it's dark cloud. "You should calm that alert mind and listen closely before assuming a judgement from my position..."

The master could only glare at the mist, urging for the creature to go on. "Hurry up... I don't have all night for you."

"You have a usual visitor coming your way... her venom will strike at you like it has before... but I sense that this time her warnings might be right..." Tomura paused for a moment, then disappeared into the only mirror in the room. "Now, back away from the lady before the snake catches you..."

And as the master of the house grew the will to back away from his wife, the bouncing sounds of heels emerged from down the hall and outside his chambers. He could only mutter a sigh before letting the doors open and feeling the anger waves from the woman watching him.

"Endeavor..."

"What do you need, Mitsuki? I sense a high tension in your body..." a scent of something familiar flooded the space as well. "And the smell of alcohol from your body..."

The blonde woman approached his figure, trying to mutter out the words through clenched teeth. "I will keep reminding you hic! of the grand mistake you have made by letting that creature hic! in these grounds! It is bad enough to have a witch in the mansion and now a beast! You are but an hic! idiotic figure!"

Endeavor sighed once more, analyzing the words from his drunk mistress and letting darkness fall over his gaze. "What do you speak of woman? Why worry of one who roams the mansion as my right hand man and the other whose shackles can never be broken?"

Mitsuki's eyes glowed as she grasped the glass of wine and broke it in her hand, letting the blood mix with the wine, drip down and fall on marble floors. Despite how drunk she was, her body was able to move a few inches closer, wobbling and stumbling in her angry stance. "I do not speak of imprisonment but of freedom... she may be powerless now but I saw what her angry grasp could do to a single vase! hic! She is free in the mind of her daughter! Laughing at me! Screaming at me!" She came close to Endeavor, grasping at his arm and letting fear fall over her eyes. "Please you must get rid of the girl! She is seeking revenge from me and the likes of you! hic!"

The fiery hero thought of pushing away the drunken mistress and getting her nonsense out of the room until the words of his contractor came back to his brain. Something like curiosity and fear entering his mind for one moment.

For the first time in a while, the fire king stared deep into his mistress' eyes and let himself wonder about all that she knew.

"Tell me everything."

Sunlight dripped through thick curtains, vases of porcelain shone in the light, faces drenched in pure bliss...

It was that of which made the pair wake from their pleasant slumber, entwined in the warmth of flesh and the layer of linen on top of their bodies. The messy bed and scattered wardrove evidence of the occurrences of the night before.

Slowly, the eyes of the beast accepted the annoying light from the outside world, shading them with his hand and stretching all of his limbs. Besides him a delicate body lay with her soft auburn hair and rosy cheeks. The image of a goddess wrapped in silk.

Despite the very obvious circumstances that both were involved in, the beast couldn't get the uneasy feeling of loosing control the night before or even the thought of hurting the witch. She was too fragile... and him too rough.

What have I done...? Did I hurt her?

With certain fear, Bakugou slowly lifted the covers from Uraraka's body, her eyes still shut. His gaze scanned every corner and inch of her body, drooling at certain sights and feeling something rise between his legs.

As his eyes wondered about the jewel between her legs, his figure shifted slightly, letting the light from the outside hit the witch square in the face. Her eyes slowly opened in response, feeling as a bit of cold traveled over her body and the warmth of presence lay beside her.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light trying to make out the features of the beast who watched her. "Hmm... Bakugou…?"

A sudden blush of embarrassment crept over his cheeks. "Uhh- Uraraka! Good morning, roundface!"

The young witch rubbed the tiredness off her eyes, still trying to comprehend the circumstances around her and the uncharacteristic nervousness in her lover's body. With a yawn and a big stretch, she greeted the light of day. "Good Morning!~"

The beast, with his obvious lower reaction, stared at the girl's exposed chest, admiring the pair of bouncers on it. Soon enough, Uraraka caught Bakugou's gaze and followed it to where they landed. When realization kicked in she followed the instinct of covering up with the linens. "B-Bakugou!"

Bakugou laughed at the woman's reaction, trying to dissipate his own embarrassment. "Ha! You are covering up after everything from last night?!"

Uraraka's crimson blush seemed brighter with his words. "S-shut up! It is still an embarrassing matter to be e-exposed like this to the sun!"

"Well don't be! The sun doesn't have eyes! It is extremely idiotic to be reacting that way!"

The witch felt the crimson blush turning to something like a bother, humiliated by the sudden weakness she felt under the beast's gaze. Despite the feeling, she looked for something to her defense, landing at the counter-reaction between Bakugou's legs. She then crossed her hands over her chest, the silks of the sheets falling over her arms like a cascade of white water, they were thick as the sudden smirk on her face.

"It seems that the sun wasn't the only factor who had risen up from the horizon."

Following the sudden change of emotions, the beast looked upon what revealed his condition and hidden desire. When his eyes fell over his groin the crimson blush seemed to change towards his cheeks. With the same manner of the female besides him, his hands seemed to shoot down to his crotch, trying to hide his own priced jewels.

"I- D-don't shame me!"

What startled him slightly was the amused giggle that came after and the rising figure from the sheets, who then crawled towards his way with the same smirk.

Uraraka placed a hand on the beast's shoulder, grazing his rough skin and letting her head rest over it. Unlike a soft pillow, his skin was hard to the touch from his muscles grown in the forest. "Why is it a shame? it is rather an interesting reaction..."

Her voice was like music in the silence of the room, the shiver of anticipation that ran down his spine. "U-Uraraka…"

Her lips met the rough curves of his neck, allowing a small mark to form with the rest that adorned that section of skin from the night before. The beast let a low growl come out from his lips in response. He loved the way she took control even in the smallest ways.

But despite the lust of another round, the ray of gold got caught on the edge of the beast's eye, distracting him with other thoughts. In a subconscious motion, he grabbed the hand where his piece rested and brought it up to his lips. The witch kept her lips on track.

Bakugou's gaze shifted slightly to see a glimpse of her brown hair and smiled. "I love you so much, Uraraka…"

The witch lifted her gaze as well, catching the edge of his sharp jaw and smiling with the same emotion.

"I love you even more..."

It had been a crazy and fun night.

They danced like never before.

She let her body take an ease like it had never before.

He was released from the tensions of a title's grasp.

She was left at the mercy of hope.

He was left at the mercy of hapiness.

They were entwined in a beautiful embrace.

Just like the couple who had woken up a few moments before and a floor below them, the sun always found a way to dart at the most sensitive points of a sleeping soul. The alarm of fury, wonder and the sign of another day. They were two torns of the same rose, resting at the ease of the soft petals we call cotton and wearing the same gowns from the night of wonders.

She woke up first, surrounded by a comforting warmth and stretching with relief. The body besides her lay still, adorned in the vest of simplest fabric and pants of elegance, a cape thrown to the side, hair of red and white messy in the pillows.

She didn't even look besides her before opening her eyes wide in realization. The repeated resentment echoed in Momo's mind. "Oh no..."

Her worried tone was enough to wake the sleeping prince, his blue eyes opening to the rhythm of sunrays peeking through the windows in his royal room. "Hmm...?"

Momo's eyes wondered around the room, over furniture, pictures and many books on the edge of the window, realizing quickly where she was. She was quick in getting up from the bed and checking if her clothes were on her body and in order, afraid of the signs of any forbidden act she might have forgotten. "This is not good..."

The heir stretched in his place, his eyes trying to adjust to the figure that stood and how it left an empty feeling in his chest. Soon he wondered about her presence. "Momo?"

The general trembled, backing away and running to the door on the other side of the big room. Despite her fast approach, Todoroki soon realized her intentions and followed after. "Wha-Where are you going?"

Momo wrestled with the door knob, forgetting how it worked in her drowsiness. "Whatever might have occurred between us must be kept a secret! I am sorry for I don't even remember of our deals in the night!"

He was fast, grabbing the doorknob and preventing her escape. "What do you speak of...?"

Momo's eyes were full of fear. Images of burning stakes, guillotines, torture or death by an executioner moved like a film in her mind, reminding her of their fate for their forbidden love. "I n-need to go!"

Yet, the heir didn't let go of the door, trying to comprehend the tears that welled up in her eyes. He let instinct take its course before rationality, and caressed the general's cheek. He watched some tension leave her shoulders for a moment. "Please, I don't comprehend your stress..."

The general's eyes were wary, her cheeks still a tint of pink, her heart at high speed and her hands a sweaty mess. Momo couldn't dare look up to meet the heir's confused eyes, she couldn't bare the thought of some kind of crime being committed and the shame in her parents eyes traveled over her mind.

She made a whisper of quick breath. "This is all madness..."

Todoroki could make out the shine of a droplet running down the general's cheek. "Momo-"

"I must leave!"

With a bit of hesitance, the general pushed away the heir's arm and grasped the doorknob tightly, rushing out the door.

Leaving behind a hint of her smell on his sheets and a piece of paper on the edge of his linens.