A shorter chapter, but I'm pretty sure if you read the last one you'd bee looking for a conclusion. Luckily, you don't have to wait a week this time. :D

Chapter 30: Green Eyed Monster

"Tyr, it is you!" Vanessa squealed with delight and threw her arms around the sour-faced man. "It's been what, two years since we last spoke?"

"Four," Tyr said coldly, frowning. "What are you doing here, Vanessa?"

"Oh come now, call me Nessie like you did while we were dating." Vanessa giggled, pushing him out to arms-length. "You're looking good. How have you been doing?"

"I'm doing fine. I've been keeping busy."

"I've missed you! And—oh, who's this?" Her eyes fell on Trixie, who flinched back from the slightly hostile gaze. "A new girlfriend?"

"You make it sound like it's your business." Tyr's tone was even, but the venom in his words was almost dripping from them. "Trixie is a friend of mine."

"Just a friend, huh?"

"…What are you doing here, Vanessa?"

"Just came by to see you! Imagine my surprise to run into you here! Especially with an Equestrian, of all people."

"What does my race have to do with anything?" Trixie asked, genuinely confused. Vanessa ignored her, keeping her train of questions focused on Tyr.

"But you always were too nice for your own good, Ty." Vanessa giggled. Tyr's eyes narrowed.

"Why on earth do you insist on calling me that? My name is short enough as it is," Tyr replied evenly.

"Because I like having a pet name for you."

"Quit it. We aren't together anymore."

"Aw, come now, Ty. I broke up with you because I was scared."

"Scared of what? Commitment?"

"You were in harm's way every day!" Vanessa claimed, anger furrowing her brows. "How was I supposed to know if you'd come home or I'd have to go visit you in the hospital?"

"Small sacrifices, you know."

Vanessa pinched the bridge of her nose. "Wait. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

Tyr raised an eyebrow. He looked extremely skeptical. "…Then what?"

The blonde girl before him smiled softly. "I was wondering if… well, if you weren't busy this week, maybe we could hang out? Just to catch up."

"Just to catch up?" Tyr opened his mouth to spill his frustration at the nerve of the girl in front of him, when a soft voice called to him from down the aisle.

"Master," Chrys said, coming over with some assorted groceries held in her green magical aura. "I have retrieved the things on your list."

Tyr caught himself before letting out a deep breath. "…Thank you, Chrissy." He meant it in more than one way, and the Changeling simply inclined her head respectfully as she brought the things over to the cart and put them in.

"Master?" Vanessa repeated, confused. "What weird kink have you gotten into, Ty?"

"I simply belong to my Master and do whatever he wills," Chrys said softly, moving beside Tyr. She tilted her head slightly upwards to show off her collar. "And I am grateful to him every day for his affection."

"What the hell… You're… you've changed over the years, Tyr."

"Of course I have," Tyr replied, frowning again. "Doesn't seem like you have."

Vanessa shook her head and reached out to grab Tyr's arm. The man almost instantly jerked away from her. "Tyr, come on baby. We were both young back then. We weren't thinking straight. I got scared, you got angry, and we never dealt with the problem, right? So let's—"

"Trixie is beginning to grow hungry," Trixie said loudly, pushing past Vanessa roughly. "We should away from this place."

"I agree with Trixie," Chrys said. She glanced over at Tyr. "I grow tired of this place. You need to make dinner regardless, Master."

"True enough," Tyr said. He looked over at Vanessa. "…Nice to see you, Nessie."

Vanessa stared in dumbfounded shock as Tyr walked away from her, pushing the cart full of food. Chrys followed a step behind him, keeping pace. The Changeling glanced over her shoulder back at the blonde woman and smirked. As they got into the checkout line behind a thoroughly miffed Trixie, Chrys glanced over at her Master. [You lied through your teeth, Master] She thought. [You were not happy to see her]

Tyr gave her a flat look. [I'm not Applejack, am I?]

Chrys giggled softly and leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder. [No, I suppose not]

"That woman was insufferable!" Trixie seethed. "Does she not know how rude it is to act like that?"

"I agree," Chrys said. "I was only a command away to gleefully cutting her throat."

"Now, Chrissy, I appreciate the thought," Tyr said with a chuckle, "But that won't be necessary."

"Are you sure? I can run back and do it quickly. She wouldn't even see me coming."

Tyr chuckled, imagining Chrys sneaking up on Vanessa and pouncing on her like a lioness stalking her prey. If it had been three years ago, he might have taken her up on the offer. "No my dear, leave her be. She's an old flame I put out a long time ago."

"She seemed very adamant about getting back with you," Trixie added. She glanced over at him with a curious look in her eyes. "Were you two close?"

"I once considered she was worth marrying," Tyr said. "But she broke up with me one day and left town. This is the first time I've seen her in four years."

"And she has the nerve to try and walk back into your life like nothing happened? How dare she!?"

Truth be told, Tyr was surprised. Trixie had barely been with them for a month, and she was being this defensive of him? Well, she never hesitated to remind him that he was the first friend she had, so maybe that held a lot more weight with her than he thought. "I appreciate you two. Vanessa has always been pushy, and I think it was a shock to her to get brushed off like that."

"She deserved it for breaking my Master's heart," Chrys said coldly.

"Thanks." Tyr paid for their things and they took it out to his truck, securing it in the flatbed. As they were beginning to pull away, Chrys spoke up again.

"Are you sure you do not want me to end her? I would only take a minute."

"No, I'm sure, Chrissy. Do not go and kill my ex-girlfriend."

Chrys rolled her eyes, obviously disappointed. "Fine…"

-x-

"Um… excuse me?" Grace entered Vulcanis hesitantly, looking around at the assortment of tools arrayed on the walls. She had come in wondering about getting a different type of sword, and if there were any needles she could buy. Tyr had explained to her that if the shop didn't have it, they could make it, and that all she had to do was ask the shop keeper. Who seemed to be out at the moment…? "Is anyone here?"

"One moment, please!" A voice called from the back. A huge gout of flame rushed from a side door before quickly receding back. A moment later, smoke billowed out. "Aw, damn my fool self! Blasted tongs and their faulty pins…"

"Is something wrong?"

Vanna came walking out of the side door, coughing up smoke. He was covered in smoke dust from head to toe, and he took a moment to dust himself off. He coughed again just before he spoke. "Damn. I guess that's why my pa told me not to smoke. Burns the throat don't it?" He smiled over at his customer. "Hello, my pretty. What can I do you for?"

"If your throat is hurting, I could help," Grace offered. Vanna seemed a bit taken aback.

"And how might you do that, if you don't mind my asking?"

Grace motioned the cross-dressing man over. As he did so, she lifted one hand to his throat and let her magic flow, soothing the irritation she felt there. A moment later, and she was done. "How does that feel?"

"Much better!" Vanna grinned. "So you must be that Saving Grace girl Tyr told me about?"

"Tyr told you about me?" Grace looked confused. Tyr hadn't mentioned it to her…

"Yeah, he called and said you might be coming. What do you need?"

"The rapier you made me," Grace said, lifting the weapon from her side and setting it on the counter. "I was wondering if… if it's not too much to ask, could I have a different type?"

"Something sturdier, I reckon? Like a fencing saber or the like?"

"Yes please."

"Lucky you, I got one in the back." Vanna went back into the back room, coming out a moment later with a fencing saber in a black sheath. He pulled it out slightly to show the blade. "This is a fencing saber. It'll be a lot sturdier than that rapier I made, but it's just as light. Just don't go trying to block anything heavier than you, will ya?"

"Thank you very much," Grace said. "What do I owe you?"

Vanna held up one tanned hand. "No charge. Consider it repayment for helping me out."

"What? But what I did was so small… This sword must have taken so much time to make… Its obvious love went into this."

"…You got a good eye, girl," Vanna told her with a grin. "But you're a friend of Tyr. That bastard won't tell anyone, but he saved my life once. Promised him that if he sends anyone to me, they're not getting charged."

"Tyr saved your life?"

"Sure as sure."

"Wow… you must have known him for a long time."

"Yeah, you could say that." Vanna's smile was nostalgic, and he quickly shook it off. "Anything else you need, flame-hair?"

"Flame hair…?" Grace frowned. Well, her hair was bright red, after all. She decided to let the metalsmith have the nickname. "I was wondering if you had anything like these."

She put her pouch full of needles onto the counter. Vanna frowned as he looked inside. "Needles, huh? What do you use them for?"

"…You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"You'd be surprised what I'd believe," Vanna told her with a grin.

Grace frowned. "…Alright." She pulled two needles from the pouch. With a quick flick of her wrist, she tossed one into the air, magic snatching the other simultaneously and sending it shooting after the first. Vanna stared in shock as the second needle pinned the first against the wall right through the eye.

"By the Forge," Vanna murmured, going over to the wall. "That's some serious aim there, flame-hair."

"It took a lot of practice," Grace admitted. A lot of little hole marks in the wall at home could attest to that. "But now I can use them all at the same time without losing any accuracy."

"That's impressive," Vanna told her with an appreciative nod. He pulled the needle from the wall and walked back over to her, holding the needle between three of his fingers. "So what did you want, more?"

"I was hoping for some, a few of them broke during the chaos the other day." About half of her needles had snapped against the armor of the Zodiacs, and she didn't want that happening again. "Tyr says that tools you make never break."

"Bastard's been hyping me up again, huh?" Vanna chuckled. "I can make you your needles, sure as sure. How many can fit in that pouch?"

"About a thousand."

The number surprised the metalsmith, and the needle in his fingers snapped in two. They both looked down at it in silent surprise. "…I can see why you want stronger ones," Vanna told her with a small laugh. Grace mimicked him, although she was a bit shocked at how easily the metalsmith snapped the needle. Sure, it was thin, but it was still made of metal. Vanna had to be crazy strong to break it like that.

"Can you do it?"

"Can I do it? Course I can!" Vanna grinned. "I've been shaping metal since I could walk and talk. This is no problem; just give me a couple days."

"Well, thank you for your help. I will take care of the saber."

"Treat your tools right and they'll never steer you wrong. Come back anytime." Vanna turned to go, but saw Grace struggling to hook the saber's sheath to her belt. "Ah, let me help you with that."

He moved over to her, brushing hair out of his face so that he could see. He gently moved her hands aside and deftly hooked the weapon to the clip on her belt, adjusting it so that it wouldn't sit awkwardly and was still easy to access. After he was done, he stepped back to let her examine his work. "…That's much better. Thank you again."

"No problem."

Grace turned to leave, making it to the doorway before glancing over her shoulder. "I'll be back in a few days. Oh, and Vanna?"

"Yeah?"

"You look good in a skirt." She winked, and left. Vanna was left to stand there dumbfounded. After a long minute, he smirked and shook his head, going back into the forge area. He chuckled softly to himself.

"That Tyr. Always sending me cute ones."

-x-

Celestia let out a soft sigh as she entered her home. She had only given the guards outside a short greeting before going to her bedroom, changing into pink sweats and a white tank top, and then dropping onto her couch to watch TV. She put on a pair of glasses as well. This was how the Princess of the Sun spent her free time. Working all day had tired her out, and only the time with Ace, Flash, Rainbow and Scootaloo had done anything to restore her mood. Maybe she would go get some ice cream. As she thought that, she heard the voice of one of her guards speak up. "Princess, Captain Ace is here to see you."

"Ace?" Celestia muttered as she put her hair up into a rough ponytail. Did she care if Ace saw her dressed like this? Well, truly it wasn't that big of a deal. "…Let him in."

The front door opened as Celestia moved to one end of the couch, pulling her legs up cross-legged as Ace walked in. He seemed pretty surprised. "Uh… did I catch you at a bad time?" He asked, frowning.

"Not at all. I was simply relaxing after a long day. Does it bother you to see me like this?"

"Well… honestly, I didn't know you dressed like… this."

"I relax at times as well." Celestia pouted. "That surely cannot be too surprising."

"You're wearing sweatpants, Princess," Ace pointed out. "And glasses! I didn't know you wore glasses!"

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Celestia said, smiling. Her expression softened a bit. "So… what did you want to speak to me about?"

She knew he wanted to talk. No one ever stopped by to just hang out with her. And Ace… her snow haired knight looked somewhat distressed, and it bothered her to see him this way. He was always sure of himself, even back when he was more reclusive. Something was eating at him, and she could guess at it.

"I wanted to talk about the other day," Ace said softly.

It was obvious that was what it was, Celestia thought with a sigh. The bloodlust her knight had experienced was nothing new with him, but it had been years since he had last let loose like that. "…What did you want to say?"

"I just want to know… am I safe getting into a relationship? I don't want to hurt Dashie or Scootaloo. Those girls mean too much to me. Is it safe for me to be around them?"

Celestia frowned ever so slightly before motioning to the spot beside her. "…Sit, Ace Guard." She only had to wait a moment for him to obey, leaving them sitting across from each other on her couch. She stayed quiet for a long minute, regarding him from behind her glasses. Without a word she lifted up one hand to rest in over his heart, where the sun marking she had given him during his knighting ceremony resided. She could feel its outline with her magic, a constant reminder that he was in her service until death. A fact that Ace was reminded of every day. "I gave you my mark because I knew you would be strong enough to overcome your own demons to protect others. Was I wrong?"

"No, of course not, Princess." He smiled. "You know my life is yours to use as you see fit."

She sighed. "Ace. Please don't say it like that. You make it sound like I'm willingly putting you in harm's way."

"Sorry," Ace said with a chuckle. "But you know if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here today."

"Don't sell yourself short. All I really did was give you a job."

"What else was I going to do?" Ace gently pushed her hand away. "You know as well as I do, I would have been executed for murder if you didn't conscript me."

Celestia remembered the tale well. After a generation without a member of Honor Guard's family, she had sent her other guards to look into it. What they had found had chilled Celestia to her very bone. As the bloodlust and albino traits that ran in Ace's family only ran through the male line, only Ace could reliably pass the gene on. After his father passed away from old age, Celestia had gone looking for the son he had told her so much about. She found Ace and his sister living—if you could call it that—with their uncle on their mother's side. The stallion known as Blood Oath had, in his jealousy of losing the position of one of Celestia's royal knights to his brother in law, had imprisoned the two children. He had taken out his frustrations on Ace, constantly beating him senseless or simply torturing him. Song… had suffered much worse at the man's hands, the abuse she suffered making it near impossible for her to walk. Ironically, the day Celestia's guards arrived to question Blood Oath; they found the man already dead, killed by Ace's hands. The boy had finally snapped under years of abuse and watching his sister suffer and killed him, Celestia's men finding him covered in blood, scars, and filled with rage. They had reported another thing that day; Ace's Cutie mark had been revealed to be a bloody shield. Following their training, the guardsmen had attempted to restrain the boy, only for him to wound three of them and almost kill the fourth. Only the timely intervention of Heart Song had kept him from either killing them all or getting killed himself. She had sung to him, her voice enveloping them all and calming down her brother. Upon realizing what he had done, Ace had willingly volunteered for execution. Heart Song refused to allow it, threatening to burst the eardrums of the men arresting him if they hurt him.

When the news of the event had reached Celestia, she had ordered the two children brought before her. What she was presented with had almost broken her heart. Ace had come in almost carrying his sister, the distraught girl refusing to allow anyone to touch her for fear of being taken away from her brother. Ace was regretful, but defiant. "You were quiet when we met," Celestia said softly. "I thought for a while that you would not speak."

"I was nervous," Ace admitted with a chuckle. "To be honest, I thought that you were going to execute me yourself."

"Far from it."

"Well, I realized that when you asked me to tell you about what had happened," Ace admitted.

Celestia shivered slightly as she remembered. "You had been through so much at such a young age… I could not punish you for fighting back."

"Instead you took me under your wing and trained me into the man I am today." Ace chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "And I've been in your service ever since."

"And you've served faithfully indeed."

"I owe you my life, Princess."

Celestia smiled. "You'll make a good father and husband, Ace. Do not doubt yourself."

"…Thanks, Princess." Ace looked down at his lap. "You've been so good to me and my sister… I don't know what we would have done without you."

"You'd have found a way. You're very dedicated to Heart Song."

Ace smiled back. "…Yeah. You know, I may have to come by here more often."

Celestia blinked, a bit surprised. "Oh? Why would you do that?"

"Because talking to you… I never got to spend a lot of time with my own mother. When it's like this… it's like you're my mom." He blushed heavily. "Sorry if that's awkward or anything…"

"I… well now." Celestia blushed a bit. "That's… that's quite flattering, Ace. You see me as a mother figure?"

"You practically raised me, Princess. And I'm sure Beat does too."

"…I'm honored. To be honest, you and Beat were the closest I came to actually having children. Twilight always saw me as more of a mentor figure, and Flash was much older when he started his training. You and Beat… I came to care about you as if you were my own family." She smiled softly. "You are welcome in my home any time."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, before Ace finally got up. "Well, I won't stay too long. I've got a fiancé to get home to."

"Be safe, Ace. And come by whenever you wish. Bring Beat and Rainbow Dash if you like."

"I think I will, Princess. I'll check in later."

He left then, leaving Celestia still seated on the couch. Once he was gone, she sighed and leaned back. It had been somewhat comfortable having someone else in her home, and now that her guest was gone, she felt a bit lonely. Maybe she could go visit her sister? But she was already changed… She briefly considered what would happen if she showed up at Tyr's door dressed like she was. Probably would leave the man speechless. She chuckled softly at the thought, but decided against it. She was really just in the mood for cake and ice cream.

-x-

"The hell…?" Tyr murmured, hearing the doorbell ring. It was beginning to get late in the evening, and he was busy making dinner for the inhabitants of his home. All the girls were upstairs in the game room, so none of them would have heard it. They were engrossed in some game that was getting extremely competitive. That left him as the only one to answer it. As he went over to the door, he wondered if it was one of his friends stopping by for something. He found himself pretty disappointed instead.

"Hey Tyr," Vanessa said, smiling.

Tyr had to resist the urge to simply slam the door shut in her face. It was times like this he bemoaned his kind nature. "…Why are you here, Vanessa?"

"I wanted to see if you were still living in that old house, and imagine my surprise! You're living in a castle now!" She grinned. "What, you marry a princess or something?"

Tyr smirked a bit at the irony. "Not exactly."

"So, gonna let me in?"

"Debating on it."

"Oh, come on, Ty! I just wanna come in and talk. Is that out of the question?"

Tyr wanted to say no. Really wanted to say no. But he still couldn't validate shutting the door in her face. "…Fine. You get ten minutes to say what you want, and then you need to go."

He stepped aside to let her enter, frowning slightly as she began looking around at everything. "This place is pretty swag, Ty. You get rich somehow?"

"I have kind friends," Tyr replied evenly, closing the door and going back into the kitchen. He went back to his dinner preparations, Vanessa sitting near the counter to watch him.

She frowned a bit at the amount of vegetables that Tyr was preparing. "So you're getting onto that whole vegan thing too? I don't see how you do it."

"I wasn't a huge meat eater to begin with," Tyr told her. "So it wasn't that big a switch."

"Ugh. I couldn't do it."

"Obviously."

Silence fell. Tyr really didn't want to speak to Vanessa, but he had given her a chance on a whim. Now she didn't want to speak? Wonderful. He could keep working in silence despite how awkward it was. However, the blonde woman spoke up after a minute. "…Hey, Tyr?"

Tyr couldn't help but ask. "What is it, Vanessa?"

"Do you ever wish things had changed between us? Like… if we hadn't broken up."

"Once," Tyr grunted. "I've moved on, Vanessa. Haven't you?"

"Well, after dating two guys that were nowhere near as good as you, I thought I had. But no. I still have feelings for you, Tyr. Is there… anything there anymore?"

Tyr sighed. "You have a terrible sense of timing, Vanessa. You've been out of my life for four years now. You really think you can walk back into it that easily?" He turned to her, angry. "You broke my heart. Just because you didn't want to stick with me."

"I told you I was scared."

"I was scared too!" Tyr shot back. "I was scared every time I had to stick my eye against a scope. I was scared every time I was given the order to shoot!"

"And how was I supposed to feel?" Vanessa stood up and walked over to him, sticking her face an inch from his. "Knowing that my boyfriend was in harm's way every day and could get shot at any moment puts a lot of stress on a person!"

"You couldn't deal with it?"

"Who could?"

"You'd be surprised," Tyr said quietly. Vanessa frowned, her scowl fading away.

"Tyr… I did say I still have feelings for you, right?"

"Perhaps. I don't remember exactly." Tyr was beginning to feel uncomfortable with Vanessa so close. She was his ex, and he was very in love with Luna, but having the blonde beauty inches away from him was making his body react. Vanessa's eyes drifted down ever so slightly, a smile crossing her face.

"Nice to see I still turn you on," she purred, pushing closer. Tyr tried to back up, but he was against a counter and didn't get very far.

"Vanessa, back off," He said weakly, thrown off by this sudden event.

"Oh come on, Ty. This obviously proves there's something you've still got for me."

"No, it doesn't! This is simply a physical reaction!"

"If you say so… I still think differently—"

"You may want to back off," A quiet voice said. The two humans looked up to find a quartet of upset looking Equestrian women looking at them from the doorway. Tyr sighed in relief.

"Girls…" He managed to say weakly, just as Vanessa pushed off of him.

"Seems you're running a harem in here," She said coolly, glancing from between them.

"Who are you?" Luna demanded, eyes narrowing. "And why are you in our house?"

"Our house? You live here?" She glanced over at Grace. "You too?"

"Just recently," Grace answered honestly. "But you didn't answer Princess Luna's question."

"She's Tyr's ex-girlfriend," Chrys pointed out. "And it seems she wishes that was otherwise."

Vanessa scowled. "So what if I want to get back together with my ex? Is that so weird?"

"It is if the man in question is engaged," Trixie said.

"…Engaged?" Vanessa glanced back at Tyr. The man nodded without a word. "To who?"

"To me," Luna snapped, stepping forward. "Step away from my fiancé."

Vanessa's eyes were drawn to Luna's stomach. "…Tyr. You knocked her up?"

"To put it crudely, yes," Tyr said. Vanessa stared at him for a long moment.

"You… you want to marry this girl?"

"That's right. You lost your chance."

"I'm going to ask you to leave nicely," Luna said. "But I will only ask once."

Vanessa glanced over at Tyr. "You're going to let her kick me out?"

"No," Tyr said coldly. "I'm going to tell you to leave and never come back."

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but the glares from everyone made her close it instantly. She hurried to the front door. "Have fun with your freak wife," She hissed as she opened the door. Tyr had the feeling of wanting the woman dead a moment before he had truly thought about it. Vanessa barely made it two steps before she was knocked flat to the ground by Chrys, who had barreled into her from behind. She struggled to rise, only for Chrys's claws to slide an inch from her neck. She froze.

"Be glad my Master caught himself," She hissed into the blonde woman's ear. "Otherwise you'd be dead."

"Chrissy…" Tyr warned. The Changeling leapt back up to her feet, Vanessa rolling onto her back, fear in the blonde woman's eyes.

"What the hell, Tyr!?" She shrieked.

"Chrissy responds to my emotions," Tyr explained. "Call my fiancé a freak again, and I'll let her kill you."

All the color drained from Vanessa's face. She could see how serious Tyr was being, and the dark look from Chrys sealed the deal. She got to her feet, turned around, and quickly went to her car and drove away. Luna came up beside Tyr, her face impassive. "…You let her get quite close, Tyr."

"At first, she was angry," Tyr said.

"…Don't let it happen again."

Tyr glanced over at his fiancé, finding the dark cerulean eyes focused on him. "Moony, I didn't want that. I wanted her gone."

"Then why did you let her inside?"

"I wasn't going to just leave her outside. And I thought maybe she would apologize for what she did to me back then."

"It seems you were wrong." Luna turned sharply on her heel and went back inside. Tyr followed after.

"Hey, wait, Moony. Why are you upset?"

"It should be obvious!" Luna whirled back around on him, eyes narrowed with anger. Tyr could have sworn her eyes turned a bit serpentine for a split second. "You let a previous lover into our home; let her get that close to you? What emotion do you expect me to feel?"

Tyr paused. "…Luna. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her inside."

She regarded him coldly for a moment before her gaze softened just a bit. "…Do not let it happen again."

She walked back upstairs then. Chrys moved over beside Tyr. "…Master?"

"What is it, Chrissy?" Tyr asked, looking over at her. She looked and felt extremely remorseful.

"I should have sensed your discomfort sooner and came to help you…"

He gently stroked her hair. "It's alright. You were having fun upstairs, right? Plus, I wasn't directing my thoughts directly at you, so it was less likely for you to notice."

"But I should have felt your anger!" Chrys complained. "In fact, I should have known even before she got inside…"

"I said it's alright, Chrissy. No one is to blame except for me."

Chrys looked like she wanted to protest further, but instead simply sighed, "…Very well, Master."

Tyr glanced up, catching one last glimpse of Luna's tail as she vanished up to the next floor. "Hopefully she forgives me for this."

-x-

And There we have it. Tyr's ex has both entered and exited the scene. However, the next few chapters are not going to focus on my main pair. The other couples need a little love too, right? Don't worry, we'll be back with Tyr and Luna before too long... in time for a specific event to occur. :D

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