Word count: 190 words.
Round Three - Epilogue
"Augh..."
Corrin buries his face into Azura's lap, a weary, groaning mess.
"Come now," the songstress teases, hands lost in his hair. "I didn't defeat you too soundly, did I?"
The disgraced prince flips over, his Hoshidan ensemble torn to shreds for a second time. "How coy of you to ask, considering you were the one to request we hold nothing back."
"Fortune favors the bold," she coos, tracing a finger over his exposed torso. "I'll be starting the new year an undisputed hanetsuki and gauntlet champion. Do you know what that means?"
"Hmm? Ah!"
Corrin squirms as a cool brush touches his face, slick black ink smearing his cheek in two juvenile strokes.
"There," Azura giggles, marveling at her handiwork. "Now you've well and truly lost."
A lingering droplet drips from the tip of the brush onto Corrin's nose. It isn't until he dirties his hands and feels his face for himself that he realizes she's christened him with a cross, and in spite of the mess, he cannot help but chuckle at her playfulness.
"Let me give you a circle, at least," he asks with an open palm.