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Sakura stepped hesitantly into the Elysian fields, the healthy and dense green grass swollwing her feet as she moved forward, following a voice singing the softest songs of warships, fire, and love that burns so sweetly. Of golden apples and a promise of a girl with a face more beautiful than Love herself.

"Sister," Sakura called and felt tears in her eyes towards a young girl collapsed within a flower garden, picking and tying them together in knots of blessing of victory.

Helen turned around and ran towards the Goddess. "Big sister!" She cried, wrapping her up in a hug. Sakura held on tighter. "Please don't tell me that you followed in my footsteps and met my same fate." Eyes bluer than the sapphire seas of Crete watered and searched her face.

Sakura shook her head, holding a warm hand against her pale skin. Helen's thumb rubbed circled to Sakura's chin, and Sakura smoothed back her half-sisters inhumanly golden brown hair fondly. "No, I am not dead. I am Queen," she smiled softly. "And I have a gift for you."

With a flourish- that she picked up from her husband, Sakura pulled back her cloak to reveal a man with unruly blonde curly hair and dazed grey eyes.

"Paris!"

That snapped him out of his stupor, and he pulled his wife tight against him as if it were second nature. As if he had been born to do it his entire life. "My sweet, my love."

Sakura blinked away the tears that burned in the corner of her eyes. She stepped back to let the two of them have their moment. She could feel the longing and the aching and the whispered promises. Sakura could hear them in the air when they touched.

"Sister, you pulled him from Tartarus for me? But your husband-?" Helen asked, a curious look on her face as Paris buried his face into her blonde waves, tightening his grip to his wife.

"-Tells me that I have all the freedom I wish." She took a half-step back. "Perks of being his Queen," she grinned, letting the two reconcile. She could hear Paris beg for forgiveness. A coward, a fool, something about a golden apple.

Helen soothed him with promises and stories. A daughter, and a legacy. He lived in, and even after jealous suitors burned her alive, the two of them lived as well.

Sakura turned and looked up to see her beloved standing on the balcony of their bedroom that overlooked Elysia.

I love you, he mouthed, and her heart fluttered.

And I love you.

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