Random Guest: I know, I know! So much drama! I hope this chapter provides you with every drama filled craving you have. Oh, and yes, back then, only wedded couples were allowed to share a room, but...that's not always the case. Yeah, they're going to share a room and, trust me, things are going to get REALLY awkward REALLY fast. But, isn't it always?

Musicalocelot: Oh, it's quite alright! No problem. No, this is not going to go over well at all. And Tyrone's reaction, well, I can't say too much, ( I don't want to spoil it), but it's obvious it's a sad one. Thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: All Sonic characters belong to Sega. All OCs belong to me. Translations by Google Translate.

Chapter 20: The Celebration

All around the grand palace was marble. There was a lot of it. No matter where you stood, there was marble. The floors were covered in the shiny, beige, colored hard-like, substance, the walls were laced with it creating a mix of neutral colors and each table was draped with it. Speaking of the tables, the untainted dainty clothes, that were weaved with silk, swathed on them giving them a pearly shine. On top of each of them were a number of glass cups and cream plates.

As the blue hedgehog king walked through the many rows, his lips formed an "O" shaped and whistled. "Who knew we had so many dishes," he whispered to himself. Although his short lived awe vanished the beating heart inside his chest pulsated madly. King Arthur could honestly say he was nervous. This feeling wasn't something he was too keen on yet the reason why he was anxious made it a lot better. In just a week, seven full days, his ring finger would no longer be naked. No, the cerulean ruler would not stand on the throne alone another day. By his side would be the queen, his queen.

The mere thought of his bride-to-be brought a miniscule smile to his peach muzzle.

Before he knew it, Mobians of higher class began to fill the enormous. Not too long after, the door was closed and the ceremony began. Chatter inaugurated the castle for a few minutes. One of the king's advisers went over to him and asked if he was ready. Arthur looked around the room, his emerald orbs busily searching around for the ebony girl he had asked to marry.

"We really must start," the adviser said.

The king pressed his lips together and exhaled heavily. With a hesitant nod the adviser, a brown squirrel with glasses, went to the front of the crowd and cleared his throat, quieting everyone.

"Today, has been a very eventful day," he started.

As much as he would've loved to here this squirrel blab on about his proposal, Arthur found that task increasingly difficult. Where was Elizabeth? The two had both gotten ready for the party at the same time. How was it that she still was not here? Yes, he understood women needed more time than a man would, but this was a bit ridiculous. They had five whole hours to prepare for this. King Arthur sat in his throne and laid his cheek in the palm of his left hand. Just because he felt grumpy about this, he blew air through his nose rather harshly, flaring them for a second. He lowly grumbled something about being here alone until the doors in the back swung open, hitting the walls.

From the sound, the mass of Mobians' attentions switched from the advisor who also ceased his words. The cobalt king immediately took the initiative to stand on his feet. He craned his neck over the many species of animals to view what everyone else could see. The furry ears on top of his head perked as gasps and breathes of awes sounded the room. Frustrated he couldn't see what was happening, Arthur took a few steps to his left. From what he could see, the guests seemed to split into two. And in between the two smaller crowds was Elizabeth. And what a beautiful girl she was.

Right there and then the blue hedgehog allowed his jaw to drop, his eyes to widen and the blood to rush to his cheeks. It was quite a sight to see her wearing a pearl white dress, much like the one she was going to wear at their wedding. But now that he's seen her walk steadily and slowly across the silent room, everything became more realistic. It seemed as if reality had hit him square in the face with a blowing hit. He was going to be married. He, King Arthur, was going to be married to a girl he thought didn't exist, someone he felt owned his heart.

Yes, this seemed all too real.

Especially for Elizabeth.

In her aching head, the ebon teen silently cursed the cream colored rabbit for taking so long. In a rush of time, when Elizabeth was supposed to leave, Vanilla had decided she needed to freshen up her make-up even though it hadn't been even ten minutes. She couldn't say no to her, considering the state she was in so the girl complied. Unfortunately she had no idea she would end up like this, the center of attention. Of course, it was obvious that she and Arthur would be the focus of the celebration but Elizabeth didn't think this would be so nerve wracking. Not to mention, her father was somewhere among the crowd of people watching her as if she just descended from the heavens.

She also silently cursed the marble floor. Because of her heels, each time she took a step a clicking sound would echo in the large room. It wouldn't even be so bad if everyone wasn't so quiet. Elizabeth lightly sighed. She clasped her hands together and kept her gaze on the stupid floor. Even though it was a beige color the young lady could see her reflection bounce off from it allowing her to see the image she could not recognize. It was scary being here because she had just gotten a reality check.

Elizabeth was going to marry a man she did not love. She was going to soon take the position as queen, a status she did not deserve. Her father had abandoned her, choosing her dreadful fate. Right now, she wasn't sure if she would ever talk to him again. Tyrone has probably heard, and she was one hundred percent sure she would never see him again. Her hopes of ever becoming a knight, something she secretly wanted to do, has been mutilated into a million shards of glass, never to be fixed again.

Her breathes began to shake and Elizabeth could feel her hands begin to tremble. It wasn't too soon till her eyes stung and in order to not raise suspicion she lowered her head. "Breathe Elizabeth," she warned herself. Taking a large inhale she blew out her mouth slowly, closing her eyes. "Relax, God is with you," she whispered encouragingly. It was always funny how the purple streaked hedgehog kept her faith strong in her heart. She didn't know how she held on to the thought for so long. She guessed it was just her undying faith.

So continuing on, she lifted her head and pushed back her shoulders. As confidently as she could display her footsteps lead her straight ahead, to her destination: the throne.

It was only a matter of seconds before her foot, which was encased in a white jeweled shoe, had gotten to the tiny amount of stairs that lead to the highly praised chairs. Elizabeth blinked. She hadn't realized she was already here. In a moment's notice a gloved, masculine, hand was in front of her. Her violet orbs glanced at it before flickering to the owner of the inviting hand. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth as the king gazed at her with an astonished expression. Soon it changed from awe to a more calm and loving look.

Fearing she might be taking too long, Elizabeth put a shaky hand in his palm. She almost gasped at the feeling of warmth encircled her hand. Lifting her dress for both something to hold and to ensure she didn't trip, she climbed the stairs. Arthur's support helped her too. Soon enough she was standing next to him and in front of the multitude that was dressed in all sorts of expensive and fancy attires.

Elizabeth could feel her emotions start to run forward and tear out her insides, but she had to suppress them. Her eyes couldn't change color in front of everyone. No, if they found out, they were sure to say something similar to what that bear said. It was really funny how that experience never left her.

Peering over the mass she began to shake again, her face twisting with nervousness. They were all still quiet. So quiet. Was she supposed to do something? Was it something she didn't do? Did she look funny? Did they start to feel as if she would not suffice as the proper queen? She thought they were right for thinking that but it didn't decrease her uneasy feelings. Elizabeth, by now, was sure her discomfort was noticeable. She could hear quiet whispers and see concerned expressions given her way. The teeth in her mouth scraped against each other and the squeaked. It was irritable but there was nothing else she could do to act as a distraction, although it wasn't even helping.

Again, her eyes burned with unshed tears and Elizabeth felt no shame in turning her head away from the staring crowd. She couldn't do this. Not at all. She was a wrong choice from the start. How was she supposed to rule over them, protect them, and keep them happy when she was too scared to even face them? The terrified girl clenched her eyes shut, her bottom lips trembling. She whimpered slightly before they snapped open. "Huh?" she whispered when her hand was squeezed.

Her head slowly turned to allow her eyes to view the cerulean male who gave her reassuring eyes. A hand she felt smoothed over to her back forcing her closer to him. Arthur smiled a smile she thought was the most helpful smile she had gotten recently. He brought his mouth to the side of her head, at level with her large eyes. "Do not worry, I'm right here," he spoke softly. Before moving his head, he kissed her temple.

From all the reassuring words given to her today, those three little ones were the only ones she believed in.

Thankful yet stumped on how to repay him for his kind words Elizabeth simply nodded, smiling delicately. The two turned to face the throng, their arms linked to the other. King Arthur nodded silently to the russet squirrel who in turned bowed. Clearing his throat he spoke loudly.

"I welcome you, our future queen, and the king's bride-to-be, Elizabeth Ann du Lac!"

To her complete and utter surprise a thunder of applause pounded against her eardrums. For a minute she stood stunned. It wasn't until later that it registered in her mind of what she was supposed to do next. Grabbing the ends of her colorless gown, she bowed respectfully.

"Please don't forget to congratulate her and enjoy your evening ladies and gentlemen."

People scattered, going off on their own conversations. Some waited at the bottom of the stand to personally wish many happy returns to Elizabeth. A gentle hand lied on her back. Elizabeth looked over to Arthur who dipped his head over to the handful of Mobians. "We might as well head over to greet them," he smiled. Wordlessly (not that she could talk right now anyway) she the midnight girl nodded. Unintentionally she grabbed the king's hand for comfort. This only increased the size of the grin on his muzzle.

(0…)

"No matter how much I say I hate you or how much attitude I give, please remember that I'm just acting out. If something were to happen to you I-I probably wouldn't make it a week. Even though I never knew mother, losing you would just be too much to take and I really don't know why I'm saying these things all of a sudden but I just have to. I have to let you know that I love you daddy and I would never ask for any other man to be my father."

Lancelot blankly chuckled. His gloved hand smoothed over his face, dragging it down. As soon as it was off his head lowered, elbows placed on knees. The ebony father sat on a chair with a table along with many others who he didn't know. But that was ok, because right now, he didn't want to be known.

He couldn't tell anyone the emotions that ran through him to anyone if he tried. The closest he could get was the feeling being an empty shell, the cause of genocide and a complete failure. Each time he tried to lift his eyes to catch a small glimpse of his daughter, he gave up before he even made the movement. It was all useless anyway. There was absolutely no chance things would ever be the same. Never. What was the point anyway? He was the one that screwed up terribly, so in return, this was his punishment. It was only fair.

Lancelot could never get around the fact that he had indeed lost his family, completely. No, Elizabeth wasn't dead but she might as well be to him. Never again would they speak words of love and compassion to each other, he would never get to poke her nose and tease her until she pouted and tackled him. Those moments were gone. But this question bothered the hell out of him so much.

Why did it hurt so much?

He wasn't stupid, of course this was bound to hurt, but this amount of pain was overwhelming. It felt as if he had been skewered a hundred times, died, only to be resurrected and the process repeat itself more times than there were numbers. It didn't make much sense but it was relevant to his feelings. It was quite hard to believe that all this only happened today. Lancelot was feeling a bit light headed. Tilting his head back, he took in the entire glass of champagne letting it burns in his throat. It was too bad he couldn't get drunk easily. Maybe that would've made him feel better.

Two chairs were moved and soon in his view. Lancelot internally shoved a sword in his chest. In front of him were his two closest friends, here to bombard him with insults. Percival and Gawain certainly knew the story and issue backwards and forwards. They knew Elizabeth did not want this and he knew of it. But for some reason decided to go against her happiness and say yes to the king's request for her hand in marriage. The dark knight scowled at his feet and put his hands behind his neck, leaning forward.

The lilac feline sighed. Her sympathetic expression was in deep disparity with the crimson echidna's ferocious glower.

"Lancelot-" Percival started but cut off her sentence when said knight raised a hand to stop her.

"Before you attack me with your impatient slurs, let me tell you that I do not have the time for that. Just leave me be," he murmured angrily.

The cat shook her head even though he could not see. "If you would let me finish, you would know that wasn't at all what I was heading towards," she said with empathy.

Sir Gawain scoffed with absolute disgust earning a slight snarl from Lancelot, but without the willpower to do anything about the crimson striped hedgehog sighed. "Well I'm sure that was where Gawain was leaning towards, am I correct?"

"You're damn right I am," the angry echidna shouted, "How could you do this to her you dim-witted fool!?"

"Gawain, mind your language! Be mindful of what you say" Percival warned causing him to growl but lower his temper, though not by much. It was true, he was infuriated by this man, his friend. Which he had no problem removing from that small list. His nephew had grown very dear to his heart. Gawain treated her like the child he never had and when he accepted someone that close, he protected them at all costs. Whenever they felt down he was always there to beat the source up or at least scare it away with threats. It was just his way f saying he cared.

Obviously he lacks concern for his daughter.

"At least I know how to take care of someone I love," Gawain muttered heatedly.

This comment made Lancelot's eyes snap open. His head popped up and a great snarl was glued on his tan muzzle. The ruby irises in his shiny orbs were lit with a new coming blaze. "How dare you," Lancelot sneered, rising from his seat, "How dare you speak such imprudent words to me, echidna. Watch that mouth of yours or you'll be sorry."

Gawain raised himself from his seat stepping closer to the growling hedgehog whose spikes sharpened from the quills on his back. Fur stood up along the lines of his neck as his fangs were out in the open. But all of this? No, Gawain wasn't the least bit frightened.

"What?" Gawain taunted, amethyst irises sparkling, "Are you hurt?"

Lancelot looked about ready to lunge. Percival stood up also, desperately trying to calm the two. "Enough you two. You're attracting unwanted attention," she urgently cried. Unfortunately the ignored her admonitions.

"I'm giving you one last chance Gawain," Lancelot seethed, shaking furiously, "Refrain from your comments or face the consequences."

The other smirked without humor, he yelled, "I'm sick of this! You knew from the beginning yet you still went along with it. She told you everything yet you deserted her feelings. How could you call yourself a father!? Lenora would be disgusted!"

"That's it!" The dark father jumped towards red knight. Gawain also lunged towards him but before the two could meet two other knights held them back as they clawed, kicked and growled at each other, desperately trying to seek their way towards the other to rip their throat.

"How would you know how she feels? You are in no place to say you insolent buffoon," Lancelot shouted.

"Like you would. At least I don't reprimand my daughter when I'm the hypocrite," Gawain retorted.

"Why you pigeon-toed bastard! I should rip you apart-"

"Enough!"

The two halted their actions immediately. That voice, the same one that held no strength what so ever but was powerful enough for them to cease all negative thoughts. "Elizabeth?" Lancelot whispered as his frantic orbs searched for her.

He took this time to look around. Everyone surrounded them. They were the center of a great semi-circle with people staring incredulously at them. In the center was Elizabeth standing gracefully but her expression was plastered with annoyance and disbelief.

"Are you two children? Honestly you're worse than five year olds," she continued. Her orbs didn't dare look at her father. If she did, Elizabeth was sure she would lose it. Instead she glared hatefully at Gawain and then strongly said, "Let them go." Without a word the two knights nodded, unhanding the other two knights.

Lancelot felt his heart break even more when he noticed she wouldn't look at him. He ignored the stares he received and focused on his daughter. He needed to say something to her. It felt necessary to at least tell her how terribly regretful he was. The ebony male shook his head stepping towards her. Visibly she flinched. Oh how he hated the site. "My lov-"

"Anata ōhei otoko o damara," she spoke so only he understood.

Was it okay to say he was surprised at the response but always suspected it?

Elizabeth turned around to Arthur who worriedly gazed into her eyes. Before he could speak she whispered pleadingly, "Let me handle this alone." He shook his head unsure of her safety. The blue king was always sure the girl was always safe with her father but at the moment his sanity didn't seem to stable. "Elizabeth," he started uncertainly, "I don't know if I can allow that-"

"Please," she begged, holding his arms.

He couldn't refuse her, especially with those eyes of hers. Reluctantly, Arthur nodded. He returned the reassuring smile she gave him. Though he still felt uncertain, he faced the crowd as she led the two men away.

"I'm terribly sorry for this disruptive event. Please, I assure you, everything will be alright. Enjoy the remaining of your evening."

(0…)

The three walked on in complete, unrealistic, silence. From Elizabeth's anger that radiated from her, Lancelot and Gawain knew better and kept quiet. After a long walk they had gotten deep in the castle to a closed room. She opened the door abruptly finding it empty. Perfect. The young woman waited for the two men to come in before she started her lecture. A lecture she made sure the two would never forget.

Her back was facing them as her arms were crossed over her chest. Elizabeth did not hold a sign of mercy. She turned to Gawain first, glaring at him degradingly.

"You know so much better, Gawain," she scolded. In all honesty, she praised him for defending her case, but she couldn't allow her judgment to could the right choice. "Fortunately for you, you did nothing wrong." This caught him by surprise. "W-what?" he stuttered.

"Erizabesu, I know you're upset with me but you cannot stand there and tell him he did nothing wrong!" Lancelot interrupted.

She ignored his angry shouts. Instead the girl turned his back on him, feeling her eyes start to burn with tears. Elizabeth only looked straight at her astounded uncle feeling as if she would lose it if she stared at anything wrong. With a strained voice obviously trying to hold itself together the young woman said, "You evidently know what's wrong and right. You fought for the right case and undoubtedly," her voice shook, "I cannot say anything against your judgment."

"Elizabeth," Lancelot desperately called out. He didn't care if he looked pathetic or sounded as such. He needed for her to turn around and look at him. Even if she glared at him with upmost hate, he just wanted to see her beautiful eyes that brought him such happiness.

Elizabeth's eyes glazed with unshed tears. She quavered in her spot causing Gawain to stare at her with concern. "Elizabeth?" he questioned.

Her head shook, eyes unseen. "And I'm sorry I did this," she whispered.

A confused glance was sent her way and before Gawain could process the situation, Elizabeth grabbed a hold of the sword in his scabbard. He gasped, surprised at the sudden movement. He stumbled back in shock and cursed at himself for being too late as the unstable girl lunged for her father. Lancelot widened his eyes, flabbergasted at the scene unfolding. Soon, the back of his head struck a nearby wall, colliding his back into it too. The cool hard marble soothed it a bit, but not by so much that he noticed. His eye opened, one eye closed in pain.

The sword that was taken from the echidna had been buried deep within the castle walls, right next to the dark knight's head. Lancelot lips let out a strained gasp, almost inaudible. Elizabeth bowed her head, her body close against his. Her head almost lied on his chest.

Great sorrow etched the older male's features. His dark brows furrowed with deep unhappiness. The tanned lips he owned opened to say something only to close. They then again opened. "E-Elizabeth, I-"

"Don't you dare say it," she strained.

Silently tears dripped down her cheeks. Because of the way her head was positioned the salty tears dropped to the floor before fully rolling off her face. Lancelot shook his head. The broken heart within his chest ached from the painful sight. She was in so much pain. Pain he caused.

With no words to say he just stood there, against the chilly wall. The room dripped with uncanny silence, sliding off the walls and screaming in their ears. No one spoke a word, not until Elizabeth raised her head, her face torn. Lancelot only felt his wrecked spirit leave along with his sanity. He had caused her tremendous pain again and this time, there was no fixing it.

"My dear…" he trailed off, "Please, forgive me."

"Why did you do it?" she spoke, ignoring his words. Along with her tears her irises were bloody red, a color he has seen once in his life. But even then, the extent of the deepness this color she wore had wasn't as profound. "Why'd you say yes when I told you who I fell for?" Elizabeth breathed.

The ebony father clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the oncoming tears that threatened to fall. His gloved hand reached out for her cheek wanting to caress it in comfort. "My love, if you would just-" he started.

Elizabeth held up her free hand and smacked his hand away. Her glare intensified to unbearable stare. Her canines gleamed along with her cheeks. "Why!" she shouted treacherously, "Why would you do that? After all I said to you, after all…..after all you said to me." Her voice became watery. She began to gasp for air, sobs beginning to incise their way through her words.

"I trusted you. I thought you were better than most men. After everything with the sword I would've thought you had learned," she gasped, "Anata wa watashi o aishi, anata wa uso o tsuita!"

"I couldn't tell him 'no' Elizabeth! He's the king. Watashi wa nani ni natte ita!?" Lancelot retorted honestly. His voice cracked at the end, but he couldn't care at the moment.

"Is the king's happiness more important than mine?" she cried, her voice growing tiny towards the end.

At this, Lancelot just stared back stumped. By now, the tears blurred his vision, rolling down his cheeks. His bottom lip hung open, moving aimlessly, trying to form a sentence. Of course, her happiness was the only thing he cared about in this world, but the question was something he could not answer. Why had he not said "no" if that was true?

When she did not hear an answer Elizabeth shook her head with something more than disappointment. The future queen lowered her head again and spoke softly, for his ears only.

"I am no longer your daughter."

Lancelot gasped. His eyes trembled and glistened, staring past Elizabeth's head. He couldn't answer. So he wordlessly let her take the sword out of the wall, dropping it on the floor. It clanked loudly before settling on the ground. He could hear her leave, her shoes echoing with each step. Somewhere, he remembered Gawain calling out for her but ultimately losing sight of her hurried figure. When the red knight lost sight on her he turned to Lancelot only to see him leave. Still angry, he questioned why he was taking his leave. It was only unfortunate that the crimson stained hedgehog couldn't hear his question. He only walked on, leaving the castle entirely, leaving a trail of tears to mark his path.

(0…)

Arthur thanked a waiter as he put his empty glass of wine on the silver platter. He nervously played with the hems of his white suit. "Where is she?" he muttered worriedly to himself. It had been quite awhile since the blue hedgehog had seen Elizabeth. Ever since she left with her father and uncle, he had never received word of her well being. As her fiancée he trusted her completely with the situation but couldn't help to fret relentlessly.

Without knowing of his actions, the cerulean king rapidly tapped his foot. He stood in the crowd, surrounded by chattering, dancing and overall, happy people. Soon he craned his neck hoping to see his potential wife. Luckily for him, not too far in the back, his ears heard rapid footsteps and surprised mutters from others. When the word "queen" entered his ears his face brightened up like the sun.

In giddy anxiousness Arthur scissor-ed through the multitude using his manners as hurriedly as he could. He wanted to meet her halfway, and when they did, well, Arthur thought it was safe to say he was startled. The site of having Elizabeth's cheeks covered in warm tears sliding down, eyes red as blood, and body trembling caused Arthur's chest to tighten in slight anger. He ignored the wondering stares surrounding them and gently grasped her arms. "Elizabeth, what's the matter? What happened?" he urgently said.

Arthur was hurt when she shoved his arms away. She looked at the floor seeming angry with something. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed and she spoke with a broken voice, "Nothing is wrong Arthur." She tried to push her way past him, embarrassed from all the attention, but he wouldn't allow her. He scowled at her in frustration, taking her wrists as she struggled in his grip muttering for him to let go.

"You're obviously not telling me the truth," he retorted tenderly. Arthur wanted nothing more than for her to tell him the cause of her distress. Unfortunately she could not see his kind efforts, only taking it as an act of unnecessary persistence.

"Let me go Arthur!" she pleaded, voice cracking as she struggled.

Angry, frustrated and confused Arthur began to raise his voice lightly. "Elizabeth would you just tell me your situation-"

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" she shouted.

Taken aback, Arthur obeyed. He stepped back as Elizabeth shoved her way past him, running out of the room. Without another thought he chased after her calling her name. He quickly said to his adviser, "The party is over. Tell everyone to leave." The chocolate squirrel nodded understandingly and heeded to his commands.

(0…)

The girl ran through the empty hallway, her hands covering her eyes. The sounds of her name and speedy footsteps told her, Arthur was not too far behind. Hastily she looked for a room. Finding one upstairs she ran up the red carpeted steps. Behind her was Arthur who had spotted her.

"Elizabeth, wait," he called after her.

Just before he could touch her, Elizabeth slammed the door shut. She panted and slid down with her back against the wall. With power, sobs ripped out of her throat. She tried to cover her mouth but it did little to hush her cries. From the other side Arthur kept banging his knuckled on the door. "Elizabeth, please open the door." When she didn't answer he sighed. With a serious expression he looked for another way to get in.

Elizabeth blinked, startled, when the closet door opened revealing a familiar azure king. She confusedly gazed him before huddling in her space. She could not help but ask, "How did you get i-in here?"

King Arthur stayed serious and silent. He walked over to her slowly, giving her the sense he was upset with her. Thinking that, Elizabeth's ears laid flat on her head and she whimpered, shaking. He didn't answer. Instead, the blue hedgehog knelt down before her and delicately placed a hand on her wet cheek. His emerald green orbs sparkled with undying care and love making her tears rush even faster. Still, sobs continued leaving her mouth. They just stayed like that, looking into the other's gaze. It wasn't until Elizabeth could no longer stand the feeling of being abandoned and jumped into Arthur's arms.

He of course accepted her with open arms. Mutely, he encircled his arms around her rubbing her back and moving his thumb back and forth on the back of her head. Lightly, his lips touched her temple as he whispered words of love to her. It wasn't long until Elizabeth quieted down and stopped her crying. Her head lay comfortably on his covered chest. The sound of his heart beat was like a lullaby.

"Can I stay for tonight?" She should've given the question more thought but it kind of slipped.

Arthur chuckled as if the question was childish. He pulled back and peered amorously in her glossy eyes. "This is your castle."

She nodded and the two got up. Elizabeth had not realized her body's full weight until she had gotten up. The second she was on her feet, she fell forward, her lids heavy with sleep.

Arthur kindly smiled. When he heard a light snore, he almost laughed. She was already asleep. Careful as to not wake her up, he lifted her up, her dress flowing from his arms. Gently, he placed her on the bed and covered her up. He lowered his head, slowly, and laid a tender kiss on her lips. He covered her with the thick blanket and sat next to her, smoothing his hand on her forearm.

"Sleep well."

Translations:
Anata ōhei otoko o damara-Shut up you insolent man
Erizabesu-Elizabeth
Anata wa watashi o aishi, anata wa uso o tsuita!-You said you loved me and you lied!
Watashi wa nani ni natte ita-What was I supposed to do

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