Standing outside of the door stood Prince Dimando and Princess Esmeraude. Seeing them, Saffiru came up behind Hotaru, putting a hand on her shoulder, and he looked at his brother and his brother's wife. "Yes?" Saffiru said. "Prisma's asking for you in her quarters." Prince Dimando said, his arm around his wife's shoulders. "She's in her quarters, Saffiru" Princess Esmeraude added in. Esmeraude and Dimando looked at each other and Hotaru caught the glance that passed in between them, not liking it one bit.
Saffiru nodded as he took his hand from Hotaru's shoulder, obviously not seeing the glance between his brother and his brother's wife. Dimando and Esmeraude stepped back as Saffiru glanced at Hotaru and walked out, followed by his brother and his brother's wife. Hotaru scowled as she watched them walk away and slammed her door shut and walked to her bed. She sat down on it and slammed a fist into the closest thing to her, which turned out to be a lamp.
As Saffiru walked down the hallway, he thought silently about why Prisma suddenly wanted to see him. Getting closer and closer to her room, Saffiru's head filled with thoughts that continued to run with many possibilities. He and Prisma had once been a couple, and almost married, and when he and Prisma had broken up, Dimando and Esmeraude, as well as Katsy, Avery, Bertie, and Rubeus didn't like it one bit and often they had tried to get them back together, but always failed.
Stepping up to the door, he knocked gently and one of Prisma's maid's opened it, acknowledged him and stepped aside to let him enter. Noticing that things hadn't changed since he'd last been there as he walked in, the maid announced to Prisma that he had come as she had asked. Lead into Prisma's inner bedroom chambers, he saw her laying weakly against the pillows behind her, her complexion pale and wax looking.
"S… Saffiru," she said weakly as she looked at him through barely opened eyes, her hair hanging limply around her shoulders. "Prisma," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "Come closer, please," she said, looking at him still, her eyes filled with the look of pain. He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down next to her, looking at her. "I've always wondered why it never worked out for us, Saffiru," she said quietly and winced as pain ran through her body.
Memories flashed through Saffiru's head, memories of him and Prisma walking through the park of the Nega Moon kingdom, of him and her holding hands, hugging, laughing and talking, and then he shook his head. "It just wouldn't have," he said. Prisma moved her hand inch by inch weakly until her hand slid on top of his and looked into his eyes. "I've never stopped loving you, Saffiru," she said.
Saffiru blinked as he looked at Prisma. "And I can't help wondering if you still love me or not" she continued, her eyes searching his to see if he did in fact love her or not. Looking at Prisma he shook his head "No, Prisma. I don't love you anymore," he said. Tears sprung into Prisma's eyes, but she held her gaze with his firmly. "W… who do you love now, Saffiru," she asked hoarsely.