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England:
1604
When Arthur got tired of political machinations and court and Royal intrigue, he always took a stroll under the cover of darkness. This October night was no exception.
Sometimes on these nights, with only the stillness, the Faerie and the stars as his companions, he would feel drawn to certain parts of the night sky.
Tonight it was Ophiuchus.
It was particularly one star that captured his attention.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia