Chapter 5: Unspoken No More
Medical Facility, Cape Rainy Airbase, Erusea. September 22, 2019.
Rosa woke up early, feeling a lot better from the previous day. She looked around, her eyes taking time to adjust to the bright LED and fluorescent lights that constantly flickered and buzzed. The scent of chemicals and antiseptic filled the air, and the beeping of the medical equipment sounded in the background. She looked across the room, taking in her surroundings and rubbing her eyes as her vision continued to clear. She saw someone familiar sitting right next to her. It was Trigger, his head leaning back on the headrest and his hand resting next to hers.
Rosa felt a comforting feeling flow through her, and as she took his hand and held it, a subtle glow crept across her cheeks. Her fingers were so small as they weaved together with his, yet they fit perfectly. His touch was so tender, so careful, as if even in his sleep, he was still mindful of her, still protecting. Her eyes traced his face, and she noticed the shadows under his eyes; he looked so exhausted even as he slept.
Gently, she lifted her other hand to his face, gently grazing his cheek and removing a few strands of hair that had come loose around his eyes. Trigger stirred slightly at her touch, so she took her hand back for a second, not wanting to disturb him. His eyes opened a crack, and he took a moment to adjust to the light coming through the small window, caught between the vivid memories of the dream he had last night. He could still see images of the meadow where he had stood, the scenes still replaying in his mind. It was a place where he and Rosa found momentary peace, where all the chaos of their world didn't exist.
"Hey," he said softly, his eyes still half shut and his voice sounding rough from the dry air of the medical bay. His tone was still tender and soft, filled with love and care that made her heart skip.
"Hey," she whispered back, smiling. She squeezed his hand softly, her eyes locked onto his. "You stayed."
Trigger looked at her and nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course, I promised I wouldn't leave you as long as you needed me." He whispered as he got up and stretched.
Rosa's heart felt so full hearing how much he cared for her; she couldn't find the right words to express how she felt in this moment, her emotions were tangled in a mix of love and thankfulness. When she saw his eyes, she realised that words weren't needed, and that Trigger understood her.
"You need to rest too," Rosa whispered as she watched him get up. She could see the tiredness and exhaustion in his eyes, months of anxiety and stress weighing him down, the sleepless nights catching up to him.
Trigger let out a chuckle. "I'll rest when you're better." He replied as he sat back down and leaned forward, his face inches away from hers. "Besides, I'm right where I want to be."
Rosa laid with a peaceful expression; her eyes closed again, and her fingers still weaved between his. Trigger wanted to hold onto this moment, her warmth, her touch, and the comfort of being around her. But outside, the base had begun to buzz with activity, there were sounds of people talking and transports carrying personnel to their stations, reminding him of his reality.
Rosa noticed the shift in his mood, mainly his expression, one of slight annoyance but also a little bit of worry. She knew he had to go and that he was needed elsewhere right now. And she trusted him, trusted his promise to her that he would be back for her.
"Rosa," he began softly, "I have to go. I still have things I need to do." He lifted her hand, pressing a small kiss to it as he got up to leave.
When Trigger kissed her hand, Rosa felt as if her heart would blow up out of her chest. The tenderness of the simple gesture stayed on her skin and a warmth spread through her entire body. In that moment, all her carefully guarded feelings surfaced for a split second, feelings she was too afraid to voice, terrified to risk exposing for fear it would shatter the delicate connection they had built. Her cheeks and ears became cherry, heat burning across her face as her heart pounded. This kiss was so simple yet so impactful and it seemed to reach into her soul, her very being and existence. Whether it was out of affection or politeness, it didn't matter. It made her realise how much he meant to her, and how deep she had let him into her heart.
Rosa just nodded, a little dazed and still looking up to him, trying to remember everything, every small detail of this moment. She knew what his life was like, all the responsibilities he had. Though she wished she could keep him close, to hold onto this sliver of peace they'd found in each other, she didn't want to hold him back. She understood his duties, the lives that depended on him as he protected others the same way he protected her.
"I know," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly from the ache she felt. "Just... come back safely, please?"
Trigger turned around and gave her a small, reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling as he did so. Not a word was spoken, but she understood everything he meant. When he finally turned to walk away, Rosa let out a breath, almost a sigh of relief, her hand holding her chest. She closed her eyes and replayed the moment over and over again, the way he kissed her hand. She giggled to herself at the thought; he was such a gentleman, and he made her feel special. She whispered to herself, "Come back safely, Alex."
Later that morning, Rosa was resting quietly in the med bay when the door creaked open. She looked up, expecting to see a nurse or maybe even Trigger. Instead, a young woman with short brown hair, a confident stance, and a mischievous grin strolled in, hands shoved in her pockets. She had grease stains on her jumpsuit and an air of unbothered ease. Her eyes scanned the room until they found Rosa. She sauntered over as if Rosa was an old friend of hers.
"Princess," the woman said, nodding with a grin. "Name's Avril Mead; most people call me the Scrap Queen. I figured I'd come by and check on the person who's got Trigger acting like a mother hen. Heard you had one hell of a day yesterday."
Rosa smiled, letting out a small chuckle despite the ache in her body. "It was... eventful," she said, her voice soft but steady. "But it's good to meet you, Avril. Though I didn't expect you to be... so direct."
Avril laughed, pulling up a chair and sitting backwards on it, resting her arms on the backrest. "Yeah, well, I'm not much for formalities," she replied, giving Rosa an approving look. "You're tougher than you look; I'll give you that. Not every day a Princess stares down a tank brigade."
Rosa chuckled, "to be honest, none of us would have made it out without Alex." She hesitated, the feeling of gratitude mixing with her own feelings as she thought of him. "And it seems I've got more people looking out for me than I realised."
Avril's smirk softened, her expression turning almost thoughtful. She leaned against the bed, her gaze fixed on Rosa, there was a look of admiration in her eyes. "Trigger's not one to get involved, especially not like this, he's always been the lone wolf type of guy who just gets the job done and doesn't ask questions." she said, in an almost surprised tone, as if she had witnessed something she had never seen before. "But he seems different around you. Like he's found something, or someone worth fighting for. And I get it, you don't seem to be the usual princess type. You don't just sit pretty and let others do the work, you want to get things done. And I respect that."
Rosa smiled, feeling a connection. "Well, I'm trying. I'd say you and I have a lot more in common than I do with any royal stereotypes. I imagine there aren't many like you on this base."
Avril snorted. "Nah, I'm one of a kind I like to think. But maybe I've found someone else with the same mindset." She extended her hand. "Welcome to the club, Princess."
Rosa reached out, clasping Avril's hand with a genuine smile. "Thank you, Avril. And please, just call me Rosa."
Avril grinned. "Rosa it is, then. Just don't expect me to go easy on you in the sarcasm department, remember that I'm the Scrap Queen and you're just a Princess still." she added with a wink.
Rosa's smile grew at the joke Avril made, she realized she'd gained an ally. In this new, uncertain world, she knew that connections like this, honest and real, were invaluable. They continued to talk for a while, with Avril's direct and sarcastic nature carrying the conversation. Rosa felt as if she had found someone else who had also seen the toll of the war, yet refused to let it harden her heart. As they laughed and joked about the incident that landed her in Zapland penal unit, Rosa realised that she had made a new friend.
That afternoon, after Avril had left. Rosa was cleared by the doctors, her strength had finally returned enough for her to recover on her own. She felt relief and nervousness as she stepped out the medical facility, the weight of all her responsibilities now settling on her. She was ready to leave, but she couldn't help but miss the feeling of peace that place had brought her. The temporary respite it offered from all the expectations now upon her. She shook the feelings off, now more determined than ever to prove the radicals and her doubters wrong. But most importantly, fix her countries mistakes that she had foolishly been a part of. She would be a new and strong leader who could lead Erusea into a prosperous future, one without the need for violence or war that had plagued its history.
She looked around the hallways that seemed to stretch on forever in each direction, there were signs pointing to other parts of the base, and she had no idea where to go. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him, Alex, waiting just outside the door. His posture was relaxed and when Rosa stepped out, he greeted her with a warm smile. She couldn't help herself but smile too, her heart filling with butterflies.
"Look at you," he said enthusiastically, filled with happiness for her. "Back on your feet. Knew you'd pull through, didn't I?"
He took a step closer, looking over her to make sure she was truly alright. He took in every minute detail. She had fought her way back to health, and seeing her strength, seeing her able to walk again after everything she had endured, he couldn't help but feel proud. She was wearing a more casual outfit now, one provided by base staff most likely, it was a simple white coloured dress and comfortable slippers. Even in this casual setting, there was something about her dark blue eyes and the way she carried herself after everything, it made her seem ethereal, like an angel wrapped in light.
Rosa smiled, "I had a good reason to get better," she said, holding his hand trying to hint at something.
As Rosa tried to take a step, she stumbled as the pain still radiated through her side, catching her off guard. Without a thought, Trigger stepped closer and slipped his arm around her to support her. It was an instinctive move. She looked at him, a bit surprised and she couldn't help but let her cheeks become rosy from the experience. She leaned into him, the embarrassment colouring her cheeks more. However she felt a sense of reassurance come over her. In his arms, she didn't feel like she needed to pretend to be strong around him. Slowly, Rosa let herself relax, trusting him to guide her.
"So, uhhh… where to now?" Trigger asked, trying to stay as casual as possible. Though his eyes and mood betrayed him, showing nervousness beneath his words. He attempted to play it cool, but couldn't keep his eyes off her, no matter how hard he tried "I mean, you could crash in the officer quarters, but…" He hesitated for a second, wondering if he should say what he was about to say, a hint of shyness crossing his face catching Rosa by surprise. "But I was thinking… you could stay in my bunk if you don't have anywhere to go just yet. It's not much but… I want you to feel safe. And, well… it's quieter there too." His voice carried a comforting strength that touched Rosa deeply, revealing the true intent behind his offer. He wasn't just giving her a place to stay, it wasn't about practicality. It was something more meaningful, he was offering her a sense of security, a place where she could rest without fear, where she would be comforted and not alone. Rosa could feel his willingness to put himself in the way of any more chaos coming her way.
Rosa blinked softly, caught off guard by his suggestion. Her blush deepened as she looked into his eyes, searching for any hesitation. But all she found was warmth, a sense of safety and security she had forgotten over the past few months. His offer to her was so simple yet so profound, he wasn't trying to impress her or fulfill an obligation, he just wanted her to feel and be safe.
A gentle smile formed across Rosa's lips, she nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks still warm. "I… I'd like that," she said, stuttering for a second as her heart skipped. "Thank you, Alex. For caring… for being here with me."
Saying his name like that made the moment feel so personal, strengthening the bridge between them. She knew his name before she met him, having gone through his records before, but being able to use it in this way, it felt so intimate and special. Rosa wanted him to know how much he meant to her, and using his name was part of that. It humanised him and reassured him that he wasn't just another soldier to her like so many people viewed him as.
Trigger nodded, his expression soft, a contrast to his usual seriousness. He extended his hand, and Rosa took it. "Come on," he said. "Let's get you settled in." The way he looked at her, and how he held her, it seemed as if he was trying to tell her something. That what he was doing went beyond just friendship or duty, and that there something more than he was willing to admit.
They kept walking together, his arm still holding her to keep her steady, guiding her through the different areas of the base. Whenever she felt herself becoming weak, she would lean onto him, trusting that he would support her, and Trigger would slow down without needing to say a word. Rosa couldn't help but notice how well they fit together, their movements were perfectly in sync. To her it felt right, it was like they were always meant to support each other. Each step they took made the connection they had stronger, into something not so fragile anymore.
A shiver ran through Rosa's body, she tensed as a chill seemed to settle over her, it was an overcast, windy and cool day and the base didn't have any heating. Trigger shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, his hand lingering for a second as he made sure it was on fine. The jacket was warm, slightly warn and it enveloped her in his familiar scent, something that comforted her.
"Here," he said softly. "It'll keep you warm."
Rosa looked at him with surprise and gratitude. The jacket was far too big for her, the sleeves extending beyond her hands, but she didn't mind. She pulled it tighter around herself, blushing as she smiled up at him. "Thank you, Alex." She whispered to him. She felt a warm feeling spread through her, not from the jacket, but from the action itself. It was a simple act of kindness, but it meant the world to her.
Trigger smiled back as he saw the way she seemed to relax a bit, leaning into him once more. "Always," he whispered. "You don't need to thank me, Rosa. I just… I just want to make sure you're okay." He put his arm back around her waist, holding her close as they continued to walk.
The base was up and alive with activity, like a beehive as pilots, soldiers and all manner of personnel moved about with haste. It was noisy, filled with the loud conversation of soldiers and the sounds of machinery and aircraft. Yet as Rosa and Trigger walked, all the commotion fell away. His presence around her was like a shield, quieting the clamour and wrapping her in an unexpected stillness. Every now and then, a passerby would acknowledge Trigger with a nod, and he would smile and nod back, but his attention never strayed away from her. She cherished that, to be seen and treated as a valued person, singular and precious. In his care, she was no longer an object or a pawn but the very centre of the world.
Rosa observed the way the soldiers and pilots responded to their presence. Quiet murmurs filtered through the air, and glances followed them, some curious, others filled with reverence. Oseans and Eruseans alike stepped forward, their faces a mix of expressions: some had smiles, others carried the weight of unhealed wounds from the war, yet all seemed to offer their acknowledgement. It was clear that word of recent events had reached far, how Rosa had risked her life for refugees and to end the war for all of them. The sight of the two together seemed to kindle something in the hearts of those around them, a flicker of hope, as if their unity promised a brighter dawn.
Some of the soldiers, began to discuss among themselves. Though their voices were hushed, snatches of conversation still reached Rosa's ears. She heard the questions they asked one another; if there was perhaps something more between the two of them, if what they were witnessing went beyond camaraderie. The thought brought a smile to Rosa's lips, one she didn't try to suppress. How could she deny it? Not when her heart was brimming so, nor when she felt Trigger at her side, hand in hand. The unspoken feelings between them were too strong and too bright to be hidden from curious eyes.
When they reached Trigger's bunk, the soft crunch of their steps halted. Trigger placed his hand on the door handle but couldn't turn it. Instead he turned to Rosa, a question in his eyes. There was slight hesitation in his movement, he wanted to be sure that she was comfortable with the arrangement. Rosa looked up at him, her gaze meeting his. She nodded, a soft smile forming, her eyes filled with trust, trust in him and his intentions in the promise he had made to her. Trigger exhaled and turned the handle. The small metal door creaked softly, and he stepped aside, letting her in first.
When they had both stepped inside, they were greeted by someone, Avril. Avril was already there, she predicted exactly what they were both up to. She stood there, arms crossed and casually leaning against the wall with a grin on her face. Avril had been another welcome face during Rosa's recovery and seeing her there made the small room feel more welcoming.
"Scrap Queen?" Trigger said in a startled tone. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well I figured you'd bring the Princess here dumbass. You're such a gentleman, Alex" She replied teasingly. "I just wanted to see how my new friend is doing. I knew you two would take your sweet, sweet time together though hehehehe." She glanced at Rosa who was as red as a strawberry. "I'm here to help you settle in, Princess." Her voice sounded warm, and it brought a smile to Rosa's face.
Trigger let out a small laugh, taking glances at both Rosa and Avril. "I guess your timing's spot on, huh? I'll leave you in Avril's capable hands, duty calls, I have a ton of paperwork to do after the Tyler Island incident."
He gave Rosa's hand a small squeeze, reluctantly letting go. "Take good care of her, alright? No funny business." There was a hint of teasing in his tone, masking the undertone of genuine concern. He glanced at Rosa, his eyes reassuring her. "Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it," he added.
Avril rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Yeah, yeah don't worry Romeo, I got this." She waved him off and turned to Rosa, a knowing look on her face as if to say that she knew everything, and that she found it both adorable and entertaining.
Trigger, with a final glance at them both, let out a sigh, sounding half amused and half exasperated. He stepped out, letting the door close gently behind him. The soft click of the latch was followed by the faint rattle of the windowpanes. Outside, his footsteps faded away, leaving Avril and Rosa alone in the room, the air still carrying the warmth of his presence.
Avril sighed, looking at Rosa with a grin. "Alright Princess, let's get you settled in. We've got plenty to talk about… especially about a certain flyboy prince of yours."
Rosa's cheeks warmed at her comment as she comfortably sat cross legged on Trigger's bed, settling in as Avril helped her organise what few belongings she had. It was a quiet moment, and the atmosphere was filled with Avril's usual energy.
Rosa took a moment to take in her surroundings. The bunk was modest, compact, and utilitarian, with every item in its place. The beds took up most of the room, with a blanket and sleeping bag sprawled across each one and a pillow resting at the head. There was a narrow desk pushed against the wall, with a few of Trigger's personal items strewn across it, there were some old flight manuals, a small stack of photographs and a mug with his old squadron logo.
To anyone else, it might have seemed bland, but to Rosa, there was something comforting about it. The room was Trigger, ordered but personalised, touched with small things that spoke of his life beyond his duties. Her eyes found a small photograph, tucked beneath the corner of the desk lamp, a snapshot of his squadron lined up, Trigger among them. He looked undeniably handsome, with his confident demeanour and that cheeky looking smile. It made her heart flutter just a bit. She was surprised how this place, devoid of luxury or softness, could feel so much like home. It wasn't the walls or the bed or the things; it was him that made it feel this way. She was thousands of miles away from home right now, from her palace, from everything she knew, and yet here, sitting in Trigger's space, it felt like she belonged.
Her eyes then paused on something that made her smile; Blahajs. The stuffed sharks were scattered across Trigger's bed in various poses. There were four of them, one sitting upright, one under the covers keeping warm, another lying flat, and one tucked into the corner as if standing watch. They looked well loved, a little faded from many nights spent beside them. The sight warmed her heart in a way she couldn't explain. Trigger, the fierce ace pilot, sleeping with soft toys beside him. The difference between his fearless demeanour in the cockpit and this tender, childlike detail of his private world struck her deeply. It showed another side of him, one that was softer and vulnerable, a side he rarely let others see.
Rosa stepped forward, reaching to pick one up, her fingers brushing against its fur. The shark felt warm, the texture made her think of Trigger asleep, perhaps wrapping an arm around one of these comforting, goofy creatures after long days at the office or in the skies. She smiled to herself, her heart swelling. It reminded her that even though the world had been so hard on him, there was still a piece of Trigger that was just a big softie. And that was something she found endlessly charming.
Avril let out a low whistle as Rosa was looking around. "Hey Princess, you good there? I see you've found his shark collection." She said, filled with amusement. She helped Rosa find a blanket out of the drawer making sure she was comfy. "He cares a lot about you, you know."
Rosa couldn't help but smile at the comment, her cheeks turning pink as she looked at the door, no one else could ever make her feel this way, so cared for and loved. Her heart beat faster as she remembered Trigger's gentle words and how he looked at her. "I know," she said quietly, still hugging the shark. "And I… I care about him too."
Avril looked up as if she knew all along. "Heh, I knew it, I have to admit, you and Trigger? Now there's something special. I'm sure everyone can see it a mile away."
Rosa shook her head as she fidgeted with the edge of the bed sheets. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that!" She replied quickly, her voice becoming shaky. "We're just… we're just friends. He saved me and I can't help but be grateful for him, that's all." As she said this, it pained her heart to continue lying to herself especially when she knew how she really felt toward him, that it wasn't just gratitude. Her words felt hollow.
Avril raised an eyebrow at Rosa who was fiddling and looking up at the ceiling in an almost dreamlike state. "Just friends? Hmmmmm." She said, her tone doubtful.
Avril couldn't help but notice a few personal items scattered around. She took a moment to look around and saw Trigger's flight jacket draped over the chair where Rosa had left it. As she went to move it to a hanger, a small piece of paper slipped out. Avril picked it up and almost jumped when she saw what it was. It was a photo of Rosa. She knew it was given to him as a joke, but she never thought that he would hold onto it. Unable to resist, Avril decided Rosa needed to see this too.
"Hey, Princess," she called. "There's something I think you might wanna see."
Rosa looked at her with curiosity. "What is it?" She asked.
Avril handed the small piece of paper to Rosa. She immediately realised who it was, her. The edges were worn and the colours faded as if it had been handled often. It was a picture of a happier time, before the war had taken its toll, before she had foolishly become its symbol. She turned it over, seeing faint words written on the back: "For luck."
"Yeah, it was given to him as a joke, meant for good luck on the suicide missions he flew during his time at Zapland." She said gently. "He's kept it all this time, it wasn't just a good luck token you know. I think you might mean a lot more to him than you realise."
Rosa couldn't help but picture Trigger, alone in that desolate and merciless place, cut off from the world, everyday being a battle for survival, with no certainty if he'd see another day. The image of him there, surrounded by the cold, shook her core. And yet, even in that God forsaken darkness, he had held onto something, a spark of hope that kept the shadows away. Rosa struggled to understand why she might have been his hope. She felt powerless so often, she had spent years having no real say in her own life. It was a mystery how he had looked beyond the titles and the distance that separated them. She was not the powerful figure that others imagined. She had felt helpless, forced to ride the waves of a conflict she had no control over. Yet to him, she had been something more, something pure and bright that kept his hope alive. It was humbling for her, and it made her want to be worthy of that hope, to live up to whatever he had seen in her, when she herself could not.
Rosa took out a small piece of paper of her own, Trigger's was face on the front. Her fingers brushed the edges of the worn piece of paper as she straightened it carefully. It was a simple portrait of him taken from the file Dr. Schroeder had on him.
Avril's face lit up with excitement as she saw it. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she teased, sounding amused. "I didn't know you were collecting photos too. Looks like Trigger's not the only one keeping secrets."
Rosa smiled, she let out a breath before speaking. "Y… Yes," she admitted, her eyes not looking away from the image. "I kept this photo of him… even before I knew who he truly was. I was on the plane back to Farbanti before the shoot down… and I just took it."
Avril's eyes narrowed in on Rosa, looking more sincere now. "Why?" She asked gently, genuinely curious. "I mean, he's Osean, and you were… like… well you were the Princess of the enemy."
Rosa nodded, her gaze still fixed on the photograph, her thoughts drifting back to the time where everything was so uncertain. "I know. I was the face of a nation at war. I felt used, forced to support something I didn't believe in. The broadcasts, the speeches, I spoke out of fear, fearing what would happen if I stepped out of line." She paused for a moment before continuing. "But then I began to hear about him, at first, he was just another name, another story I was told to despise. But the more I heard, the more I saw, something about him just wouldn't let my attention go.
Avril listened as Rosa continued.
"I felt strange," Rosa added, her eyes lifting to Avril's. "I admired him, maybe because in a way, he was something I secretly longed for. At the time I felt I was losing myself, submitting to everything poured onto me, I was so close to believing the words I was saying. But he reminded me of courage, and of strength. He reminded me that there was something beyond the lies I was made to believe. That is when something snapped in me, I realised I could still do something, so I started to go against my father's and the radicals wishes. I made speeches speaking of unity and peace without war, it was a big risk, but it was something that resonated well with the people in my country who grew tired of the chaos. I remember being shouted at and insulted over the phone when I posted them to Gründergram. But I just kept going." Rosa let out a chuckle, the memories flooding back.
"So it wasn't just admiration, huh?" Avril interrupted, her voice teasing just a hint. "Seems like you saw a lot more in him than a pilot. I think he helped inspire you, Rosa."
Rosa blushed and her eyes dropped to the photo as she held it close, her fingers tracing his figure. "Maybe that's true," she whispered. "And then I met him… I realised he was even more than I imagined."
Avril laughed a little bit, shaking her head. "You two are really something else, you know that?" she said, her eyes filled with amusement. She gave Rosa a nudge. "I think you both were holding onto each other before you realised it."
"Maybe you're right," Rosa said softly. "He's been a great friend to me, maybe we were always meant to find each other."
Avril snorted, "Again with the 'friend' bullshit, Princess, I know you feel something for him, and he feels something too. I can read people like books you know." She said smiling slyly. Rosa just rolled her eyes in response.
Avril's gaze drifted across the room, eventually landing on a small notepad lying on Trigger's desk. The edge of a page peeked out, revealing a scatter of doodles, hearts and hastily scrawled lines. Jackpot. She smiled as she picked it up, flipping it open as she began to read.
Meanwhile, Rosa was still looking at the photograph of Trigger, lost in thought. It wasn't until she heard the rustle of pages and Avril's chuckle that she turned, and her eyes widened in sudden horror. Her heart lurched as she saw what Avril was holding, it was the notepad given to her by the nurse during recovery. She remembered scribbling in it during the long hours when the painkillers and medication had left her feeling restless, her mind unfocused and her guard let completely down. She poured her thoughts and feelings onto those pages, often in a dazed and unfiltered state, unaware that anyone might ever read them.
Avril, wait…" Rosa panicked, but Avril had already read most of it. She looked up at Rosa. "Did you write love poems for Trigger?" She laughed a little but couldn't help but feel for Rosa, it was adorable.
In silent skies and shadows cast,
Your strength, a light that holds me fast.
Through storms and fires, untamed and light,
You hold my heart, through darkest night.
Though worlds apart and battle-worn,
Our fates entwined, from struggle born.
In silent moments, deep and true,
My love, dear Alex, flies to you.
—R.
Avril's grin grew as she read each line, her eyes sparkling as she read on. Rosa's face flushed a deeper shade of crimson with every word. The heat of embarrassment rose inside of her, and she couldn't deal with it. She buried her face in her hands, her fingers trembling a little as she hid from the world.
"Avril please," she pleaded, her voice muffled from beneath her hands. "Give it back." She could feel herself burning still like a furnace.
"Oh, Rosa, this is too good!" Avril laughed, nudging her lightly. "I didn't know you were so… poetic."
I wasn't thinking straight!" Rosa protested, her hands darting forward until she finally managed to grab the notebook. She hugged it tightly, her face still a little red. "I was just… It was just to pass the time Please, Avril, you can't tell anyone. Especially not… him." Rosa groaned, her embarrassment mingling with laughter as she looked at her friend. "I'm going to regret ever letting you see that notebook, aren't I?"
Avril stopped laughing for a moment, sitting beside her and looking directly into her eyes. "Hey," she said, her tone soft now. "All jokes aside, you really do have feelings for him?"
Rosa looked down at the notebook as she hugged it tightly. She considered denying it again, brushing it off like she had before. But there was something about the question, the way Avril asked. She couldn't bear the thought of denying her heart yet again. "I do," she whispered. "I love him Avril. He means everything to me, he's always here for me, protecting me and caring for me. No one else has ever done that for me before, and I can't help but love him for it." Her eyes grew teary as she continued. "I just… I couldn't keep it to myself anymore, I needed to let it out somehow or I felt I might burst. I know I sound ridiculous right now."
Avril listened intently, understanding Rosa's words. "Ha, see I knew I was right! Hey, it's okay, you know I was just teasing before, your secret is safe with me."
Hearing these words brought relief to Rosa. She took a deep breath, glancing up at Avril, her smirk softened to something more understanding. "I've tried to brush it off, to tell myself that it's nothing more than… a silly crush. But that's not the truth." Her cheeks reddened, and she looked down, embarrassed. "I can't deny it."
Avril leaned forward, her teasing replaced by sincerity. "Let me guess, you're scared he doesn't feel the same?"
Rosa nodded, her voice sounding worried. "What if he doesn't? What if this is all just in my head?" She met Avril's gaze, her eyes searching. "I just… I don't know if he feels the same way, what if he doesn't love me back? What if he still sees me as the enemy? It was my country that started the war after all, and I was its poster girl." Rosa tried really hard to hold back tears at this point, a feeling of guilt washing over her. "Maybe it's wrong for me to feel this way, I mean like, I've only just met him, and yet I feel like he's the one."
"Rosa listen to me," Avril began, her voice filled with sincerity. "I know it feels like one big mess; the war, the roles you both took, the guilt. But remember, it's not that simple. Yeah you might have been the face of Erusea, but it doesn't mean you were the cause of everything. And Alex, he's smart enough to know that. He knows you were forced into it, just as much as he was thrown into this war." Avril paused for a second before continuing. "And I know you've only met him a day ago, that maybe it feels wrong because of how fast your feelings developed. But sometimes it's not about knowing someone forever, sometimes you meet someone and have a connection that just clicks, no matter the circumstance."
"Rosa looked up, her eyes hopeful. "You really think so?"
"Of course! From the bottom of my heart, I think Trigger feels the same way. Like, I saw the way he looked at you as he carried you, he's not exactly subtle. So if you ask me, he's one lucky flyboy."
"Well I do remember the way he carried me," Rosa began as she thought. "When I was rescued, after everything that happened on Tyler Island, I was weak and exhausted. I couldn't walk on my own. And he was there… he picked me up without hesitation, carrying me like it was the easiest thing." Her voice grew quieter as her hands rose to her chest. "I remember the way his arms felt around me. The way he spoke to me, so gentle and reassuring. He spoke words that told me he wanted nothing more than to protect me, to keep me safe from the things that had hurt me." She paused as she smiled. "I felt so small, so fragile, and he made me feel like I was worth something, not just someone to save."
She breathed in as she closed her eyes, recounting how he looked at her, how he held her close when she needed someone to hold onto so desperately. She wanted to believe it was more than the mission, and that it was real. But the fear lingered still, telling her that she was blinded by a simple act of kindness and was only seeing one side.
Avril laughed softly, not out of amusement but out of care. "Hey Rosa." She said, her tone firm now. "I know it's scary. I know that opening up and letting someone in is terrifying. But you have to trust what you see, trust what your heart truly feels. I see the way he looks at you, how he's always there." Avril chuckled, remembering how he ditched Saturday night beers just to be beside her. "The way he's willing to do anything for you, that's not duty, that's love, Rosa."
Rosa looked down, her heart feeling a bit lighter now as a flicker of hope sparked within her. Maybe Avril was right. Maybe he did feel the same way. Her fingers brushed the edges of the notebook, tracing the lines of her unguarded words. Though she knew Avril was making sense, the idea of opening her heart to him still filled her with fear. Admitting her love and risking rejection was daunting.
Avril leaned back, an amused grin spreading across her face. "This whole thing sounds like some storybook fairytale. A dumbass knight swooping in to save the Princess… carrying her away from danger, risking his life to keep her safe. How charming."
Rosa rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help the smile on her face as she laughed a little. "He's hardly a knight, Avril. He's… he's a pilot who saved me and many others before."
"Righhht," Avril snickered, clearly enjoying herself. "A pilot who fights his way through enemy lines, strikes down anything in his path, and scoops up a Princess in his arms like she's the only thing that matters. Face it, Rosa, you've got your very own knight here."
Rosa's cheeks reddened, but she tried to stay composed. "Well, he may not be a 'knight,' but he's… he's something," she admitted, her voice softening. "He made me feel safe, like none of this chaos could touch me. I guess… maybe I'll just have to see if it's real for both of us."
Avril gave her a reassuring nod. "That's the spirit, Princess." a playful spark back in her eyes.
As Rosa and Avril kept talking, the atmosphere continued to be warm and light-hearted, with Avril bringing in her signature bluntness which Rosa found funny. Avril kept gently teasing Rosa about her feelings, pushing her to open up a bit more.
"So, Princess." Avril said with a smile. "Let's say… Alex walks in right now and says he feels the same. What would you say?"
Rosa's thought for a moment, her heart racing as if it had happened for real. "I… I don't know, Avril," she stuttered, thinking of what she would actually say as she looked down at her hands. She couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect. "I mean, I'd… I would probably thank him. Maybe. I don't know."
Avril laughed, shaking her head slightly. "Oh please, just thank him? You'd do a lot more than that and you know it. You'd probably kiss him or something." Avril said between chuckles. "You better give him a kiss he won't forget if you do ever tell him."
Trigger entered the office he worked in where Count, Huxian and Jaeger also worked. They were sprawled in their seats, papers scattered around as they half-heartedly worked through the never-ending bureaucratic chores of military life. The three of them were spinning on their chairs, looking at memes on their phones and doing absolutely nothing. They joked about how long it would take Trigger to admit his feelings for Rosa, their laughter echoing across the room. Count looked up as Trigger approached and motioned everyone to quiet down. His eyes narrowed in slightly, something was off, and he immediately knew what it was. Trigger's flight jacket was nowhere to be seen. Count smirked knowingly, guessing where, or rather with whom it was with.
"Hey Trigger," Count called, nudging Jaeger with a joking look. "Where's your jacket? And here I thought you'd gone soft, leaving your precious jacket behind."
Trigger rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face as he sat down and crossed his arms. "Oh yeah, it's with Rosa," Trigger replied, shrugging as if it were the most normal thing in the world. His tone carried that familiar blend of confidence and nonchalance. "She was feeling cold, so I let her borrow it for a while." He smirked, leaning slightly on the back of a chair, his eyes daring them to comment. The way he said it, there was no hesitation, just a matter-of-fact acknowledgment, almost as if he enjoyed seeing their reactions. Count exchanged a glance with Huxian and Jaeger, who both stifled grins, the truth hanging in the air.
A mischievous smirk spread across Count's face. "With Rosa, huh? That's cute, Trigger." he teased, his voice dripping with amusement, the grin growing wider as he spoke. Trigger just gave an exaggerated sigh, but Count wasn't done. He opened his mouth for another jab, but something seemed to snap in his mind. His eyes widened slightly, and his grin faltered, replaced by a look of sudden realisation. "Oh shit." He straightened in his seat, looking from Trigger to the others, the smirk quickly turning into something between surprise and disbelief. "Wait… are you actually serious?"
"Oh no, what have you gone and done now?" Trigger asked with an annoyed tone.
"Don't you remember that item you keep in that jacket?" Count asked.
Trigger looked at Count, his eyes narrowing in on him. "What are you on about?"
Count leaned forward, his smile widening even more. "Remember that old photo of Rosa that you found back at Zapland? Well, I found it on the floor after a briefing we attended yesterday, I figured it must have dropped out of your pocket or something, so naturally, I put it back, y'know, in your jacket pocket so you wouldn't lose it."
Trigger's eyes widened, his heart pounding out of his chest, though not in a good way. "Oh for fucks sake Count. You absolute drongo." He nearly choked, his voice full of panic. He could feel his breathing becoming lighter, the realisation hitting him like a train. Rosa had his jacket, and Avril is there with her. He could already imagine it, Avril's eyes lighting up smiling. And Rosa; her gentle, innocent and trusting eyes finding the photo, the truth of it dawning on her. Trigger felt a rush of terror at the thought, he wasn't ready for that conversation, not now.
Jaeger, overhearing the conversation looked up from the paperwork he was filling out. "Whoa, wait. You mean, Rosa might find that photo? Oh boy this will be a good story to tell my son about." He said, trying not to laugh at Trigger as he could see how panicked he was. Trigger shot him a glare, clearly not in the mood for any of it.
Huxian, who had been quietly working finally spoke up with a grin. "Oh this just got really interesting," she said unable to hold back laughter. "Trigger, you better hope she doesn't think you're a stalker creep or something, I mean, really? A photo in your jacket? You absolute creep." She laughed, shaking her head, the whole thing too entertaining to let go.
Trigger ran his hands through his hair, his fingers tugging at it in frustration, still feeling the tightness in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. Their helpful words echoed in his ears, only adding to his mounting panic. How could he have possibly forgotten about the photo? It was supposed to be something private, something he held onto when things were at their worst, a small flicker of hope during those dark days in the 444th penal unit back in Zapland. The memory of that place still haunted him, its cold walls, the sense of isolation, the uncertainty of surviving each day. Somehow, those horrors had managed to follow him here, to taint this moment too.
Count chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of Trigger's discomfort. "Well there's no doubt that she has found it." He said, trying to inject some seriousness into his tone. "So there's two ways it could go, she could find it really charming and sweet, or she could find it really creepy and gross." He said, acting serious. "Either way, you better explain yourself before she jumps to conclusions."
In a burst of frustration Trigger slapped the piece of paper Count was holding right out of his hands, the sound echoing throughout the office as the paper slammed into the floor with a resounding bang. The noise was enough to make Jaeger and Huxian jump from their seats. Trigger let out a long sigh, slumping back into his chair, the fight leaving his body all at once. "Well fuck me then, Count," He muttered, his voice raised slightly.
"Gladly," Count replied with a romantic tone, trying to make Trigger uncomfortable as he moved closer to him.
"No, get the fuck away from me." Trigger said jokingly. He wheeled his chair away as Count chased him.
Jaeger leaned over, giving Trigger a pat on the shoulder, trying to act sympathetic. "Hey, it could have been worse," he said, trying to hold back laughter. "It could have been something much more embarrassing."
Huxian nodded, "Yeah, like a love letter or something." She said, barely able to contain herself. Hey, just be glad that picture is all she's got, maybe you should start on a letter now though, make it official." She gave him a wink and Trigger couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"Thanks guys, you help so much." Trigger said in an overly enthusiastic tone. He knew they were right, he needed to find Rosa and explain before she stumbled across the photo herself. The thought of the impending conversation made his stomach twist with anxiety.
He stood up, gathering his things. "Alright, I'll go back to her, might as well get this over with."
Count gave him a thumbs up. "Alright, good luck buddy boy, and hey, if she ends up not thinking that you're some depraved pervert, then you owe me one. And if she does, then at least you have me."
"I think we broke him," Huxian whispered, hiding a laugh. Jaeger just shook his head, smiling. Count leaned back, grinning wide. "Nah, he's just finally realising his own damn feelings."
As Trigger walked away, he could still hear the murmurs and gossip of his friends trailing behind him. Count, Huxian, and Jaeger were in discussion about the mysterious "drongo", what it meant and the peculiarity of Trigger's accent. He heard snippets as he moved down the hall, their curiosity far from satisfied.
He breathed in deep, preparing himself for whatever came next. Whether it would end in embarrassment or something unexpected and beautiful, he knew one thing, he couldn't keep his feelings hidden forever. He had spent so long in the stresses of war, holding everything in. Now, maybe it was time to let a little light in and let go. As he walked past the kitchen on the way out, the smell something delicious caught his attention. Long Caster was already in there sampling (eating everything) food that he had found on this kitchen raid of his. An idea began to form in Trigger's mind, perhaps he could make the moment a little sweeter, after all, she must be hungry.
Long Caster noticed Trigger hovering near the kitchen entrance. "Well, well, if it isn't Trigger." Long Caster said with a grin, setting down the cake he had just been eating. "What brings you to my little corner of foodie magic, Trigger? Need a taste of something sweet to calm those nerves?"
Trigger took a breath, taking a moment to himself. He knew this was going to sound stupid, especially with his friends words still fresh in his ears. "I need a favour," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I need to make something... for someone." He paused, trying to find the right words. "Something Erusean. With your infinite wisdom with food, I was hoping you could help."
Long Caster's eyes narrowed, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Erusean food, eh?" He stirred a pot that was sitting on the stove, a twinkle of understanding in his gaze as he looked Trigger up and down. "This wouldn't happen to be for a certain Princess, would it? Someone special maybe? Someone whose name starts with an 'R' and ends with an 'a'?" He didn't wait for Trigger to respond, already chuckling to himself. "You're about as subtle as an air strike, Trigger."
Trigger rolled his eyes, the tips of his ears turning slightly red. "It's really not like that," he muttered, trying to sound casual, though the way he avoided Long Caster's eyes gave him away completely. "She's just had a rough time lately, and I figured—"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Romeo," Long Caster interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. He turned back to the stove, but there was a softness in his voice, a tone that showed he understood. "Alright, let's see what we can do to make your little 'friend' feel more at home. And listen, if this ends up winning her over, I expect to be named godfather of your first kid, alright?" He gave Trigger a wink, clearly enjoying the flustered look that spread across the pilot's face.
Long Caster moved with purpose, rummaging through spices and ingredients, all the while barking instructions at Trigger in a no-nonsense tone. "No, no, not that, grab the good paprika! And don't just stand there, start chopping those onions! Honestly, it's like none of you pilots ever learned how to use a knife properly." He said as he pushed Trigger out of the way.
Trigger worked alongside him, moving quickly to keep up with the instructions, even if Long Caster's blunt criticism was about as sharp as the knife he was chopping with. Despite his tough demeanour, there was a sweetness to the way Long Caster handled everything, he knew Trigger was out of his element, and he didn't mind stepping in to help.
Eventually, the meal began to take shape, an Erusean comfort dish that Long Caster assured would remind Rosa of home. As they worked, Long Caster glanced at Trigger, his expression softening just a bit. "You know, for all your protests, you're going through an awful lot of trouble just to make her feel better." He gave Trigger a knowing smile. "But don't worry, kid. Sometimes a good meal says everything words can't."
Avril and Rosa continued talking while Trigger was away. Avril's accepting nature helped to put Rosa at ease, even though her teasing could be relentless. They both laughed and giggled as they read through the rest of Rosa's notepad together. Avril was mid-sentence when Rosa caught a glimpse of someone she knew walking past the window. It was Trigger, his posture unmistakable. He was probably coming back in, and it looked like he had something in his hands. Avril continued teasing Rosa until she cut her off. "Shhh shut your trap!"
Avril blinked in surprise at Rosa's sudden outburst, half-shocked at the sharpness of it. But then, as she took in Rosa's rose coloured face and wide-eyed expression, everything clicked into place. Her grin widened, her voice dropping low enough that only Rosa could hear. "Oh, this is gonna be good," she whispered, the anticipation evident in her tone. Before Rosa could respond, the door opened, and there he was, Trigger, standing in the doorway like a cowboy strolling into a saloon, his presence somehow commanding the small room. In his hands, he held a small tray of food, steam rising slowly from the dishes, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. He looked across the room, his gaze moving over Avril before settling on Rosa, his eyes softening. A smile spread across his face, it was gentle, almost shy as he met Rosa's deep blue eyes.
"Hey, Rosa." He said gently. "I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you something to eat." He stepped further inside, holding out the tray with a simple warm meal. It was a comforting bowl of chicken stew with a fresh bread roll and fruit tart on the side. Beside it was a mug, filled with hot tea. The aroma spread through the room and Rosa's eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it kind of reminded her of home. He had been thinking of her, and the kindness of it all made her heart swell up.
Rosa felt her face growing warmer as she tried to keep her composure, but the way Trigger looked at her, so genuine and caring, made it near impossible. "Thank you, Alex," she said softly, her eyes meeting his. As she reached for the tray, her fingers brushed against his, the brief touch sending a jolt through her. It was simple, hardly even a moment, but it still took her breath right out of her.
Rosa whispered happily. "It reminds me of home." Her eyes lit up as she looked down at the dish, smiling to herself.
Trigger's smile deepened. "Long Caster had some suggestions, he seems to know a lot about food in Erusea and I wanted you to have something that could make you feel more at home here. Something comforting."
Avril watched the exchange, her signature grin widening until it stretched from ear to ear. She stood up and cleared her throat. "Ahem… Well, I think that's my cue," she said, a playful tone in her voice. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." She winked at Rosa, who shot her a mortified look, her face turning even redder. Avril sauntered toward the door, flashing Trigger a grin on her way out. "Don't do anything too… storybook worthy without me." Before Rosa could say anything, Avril had already slipped past Trigger, giving him a quick nod as she exited the room.
Trigger looked a little confused for a moment, his eyes following Avril as she left, but then he turned his attention back to Rosa. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything," he said, a slight hint of concern in his voice. "I just came to check on you, to see if you needed anything."
Rosa shook her head, feeling like her face was on fire. "No, you didn't interrupt anything important," she replied, her eyes dropping to the food in front of her. "This is really thoughtful. Thank you, Alex."
Trigger gave her a small smile that made Rosa's heart melt. "Of course," he said, his voice soft. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable."
Rosa's eyes met his, and the world outside faded. It was just the two of them, sitting in the small room, sharing a quiet, tender moment. She smiled back at him, her heart full. "I am," she whispered. "Thanks to you."
Trigger pulled a chair and sat beside her as she began to eat. She took a bite, her eyes closing briefly as the familiar flavours filled her senses. It was clear that this was more than just food to her, it was a connection to her past, and to the home she missed. Seeing her expression, he felt a deep sense of accomplishment. Trigger couldn't help but watch as she ate, his expression one of tenderness and care as he took in each detail. She looked so cute, sitting in her casual, comfortable outfit. His jacket was draped over her shoulders, and the sleeves slipped down past her hands every few moments. She kept pushing them back with her small, delicate fingers tugging at the fabric, and the sight made his chest tighten with affection.
Her hair was frizzled, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore no makeup, but it didn't matter. Her natural beauty shone through even more brightly under the soft, late afternoon sun. Her cheeks glowed, whether from the warmth of the food or perhaps from his presence. There was something so quietly lovely, about the way she would close her eyes every so often as she took a bite as she sighed with contentment as she ate. In these moments, she was entirely at peace. Free from the burdens her life had carried, and to Trigger, the world had grown more beautiful simply for her being in it.
Rosa glanced at Trigger, a question forming in her mind. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak. "Alex," she began softly, "when Avril went to move your jacket, she found something..." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly. "There was a photo of me in there."
Her words lingered in the air between them, and for a second, the room held its breath. Rosa could feel her heart pounding hard, the vulnerability of the moment washing over her as she searched his face. She wasn't angry, more curious and hopeful than anything. She wanted to understand why he had kept it, why she meant enough to him that he would carry her image so close. She looked at him with a determined look on her face, that she wanted to know more.
Trigger's heart skipped for a moment. He felt his confidence fall away, replaced by a rush of embarrassment that was hard to ignore. His eyes widened slightly, his pulse raging as Rosa's words sank in. He remembered the teasing from his friends earlier, their voices continuing to echo in his mind. He swallowed, steadying himself, trying to find the right words. "Oh… you found that, huh?" he said, attempting to keep his voice smooth, but there was no hiding the slight shakiness to his tone.
Rosa nodded, her gaze never leaving his. "Yeah. I... I thought it was sweet. But I was surprised. Why did you keep it?" She said, her voice soft. There was no accusation in her words, only hope that there was more behind it than just a keepsake. She wanted to understand what she meant to him, and in that moment she felt her heart open, ready for whatever he might say.
Trigger's mind raced, trying to come up with the right words, his thoughts jumbling with each other. He knew he couldn't avoid this conversation, not now. He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "I kept it because... well, it reminded me of what I was fighting for," he said in an honest tone. "Back in Zapland, things were... rough. Every day was one big fight just to survive. One day, I saw one of your broadcasts."
Pausing for a second, Trigger hesitated as his eyes searched hers. "At first I didn't think much of it, I could tell you didn't mean anything you said, that the words weren't really yours, so brushed it off, I didn't really care." His voice grew softer, more reflective. "As the days dragged on, I felt something change, I started seeing you differently. I realised that you were being used by your government, and I understood the position you were in. I could see it in your eyes, how much it pained you to keep supporting this war, even when others couldn't tell." Trigger stopped for a second to look at Rosa who was listening intently. "I noticed a change, the way you talked about peace and unity without the need for war. It was so different this time. I could see that you believed in the words you were saying, and that despite everything, you still had hope."
He looked down at the photo, brushing the edge with his fingers as if it was something fragile and precious. "When I found this, I kept it as a good luck token at first. Just a reminder of something good in a place that was anything but. But over time, it started to mean more. It calmed the darkness growing inside of me. It reminded me of people back home, the ones we were all supposed to be fighting for. That maybe I could help secure a better future, even if my life was a mess.
Rosa looked down, her throat tightening slightly. She never realised her broadcasts had reached that far, that they mattered to someone like Trigger, who was on the other side of the war, suffering because of what her own country had set into motion. She felt ashamed to have been a part of it. She sat up, her voice coming out in a whisper, almost too soft to hear. "Those were the speeches I made when I was sent away from the capital, where no one was there to tell me what to do, I got in so much trouble from my father for those broadcasts." Her words were filled with a mix of surprise and a deep, aching sadness at the thought of what he had been through. She realised that her words had mattered to him in some way. She could hardly bring herself to meet his eyes, the guilt tugging at her heart. "I'm glad it had a positive impact on you."
"Yeah they really did." Trigger replied. "You were a light in the darkness, regardless of which side you were on. The things you said, they gave me hope, and no doubt, hope to many others too." He paused for a moment smiling. "The alliance between Osea and Erusea. It all started from your vision, a vision you believed in enough to risk everything for."
He took a deep breath. "You stood up to the people in power, the ones who used your image to further their own agendas. You put yourself in danger to make sure your true message was heard. None of this would have been possible without you, Rosa." His words were sincere, an admiration that went beyond praise. It was the respect of someone who had seen her struggle, who knew how much courage it took to defy the roles she had been forced into.
Rosa tried to hold back tears that had welled in her eyes. Her chest tightened as the depth of Trigger's words settled over her. She had never thought much about the impact her words could have. "Thank you." She whispered, her voice fragile but sincere. "For believing in me, when I didn't believe in myself." The weight of it was too much, knowing that Trigger had seen her, truly seen her, amidst all the manipulation, uncertainty and darkness. She realised how much it meant to have someone like him beside her, someone who had seen the good in her, when she doubted she had any of her soul left.
Trigger gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and they sat there, hand in hand, the quiet room filled with the warmth of their words. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, they had found something more precious than gold, someone who understood, who cared and believed.
It was late in the evening now as Trigger returned to his bunk after attending to important meetings and briefings in regard to the delicate situation still unravelling around them. He stood outside the door to his room, wondering if it would be right to enter, he never had a girl over, so he wasn't too sure if she would want him around. For a brief moment he wondered whether he should go sleep somewhere else and leave Rosa be, but something in him couldn't quite pull away. He stood outside a few more moments, letting the cold air brush against his face once more, illuminated by the faint moonlight. There was something peaceful about the stillness, but it only made him more aware on how much he wanted to be close to her. Holding his breath, he reached for the handle.
Trigger pushed the door open slightly, not wanting to disrupt Rosa if she was asleep. He stepped inside and spotted her lying on his bed, curled up in a small, adorable ball underneath the blankets. She had used his blahajs to create a small circle around herself, encompassing herself into a little safe space the sharks offered. Her legs were tucked close to her chest, her arm draped over one of the stuffed sharks as if she were hugging it in Trigger's absence. Rosa stirred at the noise the door made as it clicked shut, and her eyes opened for a second. She looked around for a moment, her eyes unfocused before catching sight of him. Her lips curled into a sleepy smile, her eyes brightening up when she saw him. "Alex," she said, her voice broken from sleep and exhaustion.
Trigger smiled, his heart jumping at the way she looked, the way she looked at him. He pulled a chair to the bed and sat beside her, his hand finding hers. "Hey," he said softly, his voice being as gentle as possible. "I thought I'd come back and check on you before bed, how are you feeling?"
Rosa's heart felt so full, there was something about the way he said those words, full of promise. It made her feel so warm inside. "Good," Rosa whispered. "I feel a lot better knowing you're here now."
Rosa continued to lay in the bed. Her body was exhausted, aching for rest, but with Trigger, she became restless. The events of the day still pressed down on her, the feelings she held for him and the trauma of everything she had been through mixed together to create a sense of overwhelming anxiety. A constant, gnawing presence that made her feel vulnerable and uncomfortable, even in the safety of Trigger's space. She watched Trigger, who was still sitting beside her, his hand resting on hers and his face filled with concern. The warmth of his hand, the way his thumb traced soft circles on her skin comforted her a little. It made her realise how much she had grown to love him, his calming presence quieting the storm within her.
He had been there for her at every moment since her rescue. Each time she felt herself faltering, Trigger was there, offering his hand to her. While his presence was comforting, she couldn't shake the growing fear that when the night grew quiet, he would leave. She thought in silence. She asked herself; what would she be left with? She feared that it wouldn't be the comfort of his words or warmth of his touch, but instead the cold grasp of the haunting memories, the feelings of helplessness and the trauma that had become her companions. As much as she tried to focus on the moment in the present, the weight of that fear pressed onto her, gnawing at her fragile and precious heart, whispering that once he was gone, darkness would close in once more to extinguish her light.
"You need to sleep, Rosa," Trigger said softly, his voice filled with a gentle concern that wrapped around her like a protective embrace. He watched her for a moment, his eyes holding hers, before taking a step towards the other bed across the room. He moved carefully, as if not wanting to disturb the fragile quiet between them. "I'll be right here if you need me," he added, his words tender but firm, a quiet reassurance that he would not be far. He wanted her to know she wasn't alone, that even if her fears surfaced, even if the memories tried to take hold, he would be there to chase them away.
Rosa watched as he moved away, she felt a lonely feeling tug at her chest. She didn't want to be alone, not tonight, not just after all that had happened, she wanted him close. She hesitated for a moment as she tried to gather the courage to speak. She wasn't sure if she should ask for what she really wanted, but the fear and anxiety of being alone, made all her doubt go away somehow and she found her voice.
"Alex…" she began. Her voice sounding quiet, almost uncertain. She shifted, the grip she had on his hand tightening. "Would you… would you stay with me tonight?" She searched his face, her expression was open, unable to mask her feelings. "I just… I don't want to be alone."
Alex looked at her, he could see the vulnerability and fear in her eyes, her expression pleaded with him. He could see how she felt, her fingers trembling as they touched his. For a moment he held back, feeling unsure. He knew what it meant, what it could mean, and part of him was afraid of crossing that line. But another part of him, the part that cared so much for her told him otherwise. He couldn't bear to see her feeling so alone and afraid, especially now. She was far from home and everything around her was so unfamiliar, he knew what she needed most was assurance that someone was there.
"Rosa…" He whispered, his voice so tender. He held her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her hand. He sat on the edge of the bed, his weight causing it to dip slightly. "Of course I'll stay."
Trigger sat, and for a second she thought he might move to the chair beside the bed, but instead, he kept on the edge of the bed carefully. He kept his eyes on her, as if watching over her, hesitation filling his heart, unsure if she really wanted him that close. Rosa gave him a soft smile though, her eyes filled with a silent plea.
"Please," she said, her voice almost inaudible. "Stay close." Her hands tugged lightly at his arm, a hesitant touch that held a need. She looked up at him, her eyes vulnerable and her voice trembling "Could you lie down with me?"
Her voice was soft, full of longing, and it made Trigger's heart race. He hesitated for just a moment longer before giving in. He kicked off his boots and carefully lay beside her, trying to keep a respectful distance. He lay unsure of how close he should go, but Rosa wasn't having it. She tugged again at his arm, pulling him closer until there was almost no space between them. Her small hands gripped his arm with determination, and he finally let himself relax and closed the rest of the distance between them as she nestled up to him. Rosa rested her head on his chest, her hair brushing against his chin, and he wrapped his arm around her, using his other hand to gently toss the blahajs away to the other bed. Clearing the space so that nothing stood between them. He held her with both arms now, in a protective embrace, and Rosa sank into him, her breath slowly evening out as she found her place there. In his arms, she found a sanctuary, a place she could simply breathe. He looked down at her, his heart melted as he watched her eyes slowly close. They hadn't said anything yet, hadn't confessed the truth of their feelings to one another, but in the moment, it felt mutual. The connection was undeniable, and without needing words, they both knew what they meant to each other.
Trigger sighed softly. "Goodnight Rosa," he whispered while smiling, gently pressing his cheek to the top of her head.
"Goodnight Alex," She whispered back, though her words slurred from exhaustion.
As Rosa closed her eyes, her heart was still unsure but hopeful. She allowed herself to believe that perhaps he felt the same way she did. That their bond went beyond just respect or admiration. In the warmth of his arms, she felt this fear begin to fade away, replaced by a love she hoped would one day, would be returned.
The room was silent, bathed in the soft glow of a lamp that shone dimly. The night outside was calm and there was little to no wind, only a breeze that rustled the window slightly. Trigger had slipped to the bathroom for a few moments, leaving Rosa curled up on the bed, her breathing even and peaceful. He needed a moment to clear his head, the closeness they shared just then was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Standing just inches away from the mirror, he took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs, refreshing his mind and spirit.
As he stood there, Trigger suddenly heard a sound. The sound of Rosa stirring uncontrollably, followed by a muffled whimper and soft cry. He turned straight back, trying to hear. There it was again, coming from the bed. He hastily made his way back, his heart pounding as he walked across the small space to the bed. She was still lying there, tangled in the blankets, her face showing signs of distress and discomfort. Her eyes were shut so tightly as she whimpered and mumbled incoherently. A tear fell down her cheek, her breathing was coming in quick, shallow bursts. A cry escaped her lips again, her hands gripping the sheets as though she were trying to hold onto something solid amidst the nightmare. Trigger's heart cracked at the sight, an ache spreading through him. He knelt beside the bed, his hand hovering over her before gently touching her shoulder, trying to pull her out of whatever horrors her mind had created for her.
Rosa woke to find herself back on Tyler Island once again. The sky was black, thick with clouds, rain and smoke. She was stranded, the wreckage of her plane smouldering nearby, twisted and crumpled from the crash impact. The sounds of gunfire and explosions nearby coupled with the deafening roar of fighter jets caused her ears to ring. The ground beneath her continued to tremble as explosions erupted somewhere in the distance and she could hear the rumble of tanks and APCs.
Panic coursed through her like an electric shock. She looked around, searching for anything to protect herself with. She was completely exposed, a target in an empty field. She tried to move, but was unable to, her legs were glued in place. Her heart pounded, the realisation hitting her that she was utterly alone and with nowhere to run.
Suddenly, the sound of a jet roared overhead, and she straight away looked up at the sky. There, diving down like Archangel Michael, was a fighter. She noticed the three scratches on the tail fins, it was Trigger's. Relief washed over her now, a small glimmer of hope in the chaos. She could see him light as day and feel his determination as he flew toward her. She raised a hand, her voice breaking as she screamed his name. "Alex!"
Then out of nowhere a missile came streaking through the sky, heading straight for her. Her breath caught and she found herself unable to breathe. She closed her eyes preparing for the inevitable as she realised that there was nothing he or she could do about it. She was paralysed, frozen in fear, her heart hammering as the missile flew closer.
She opened her eyes for a split second, seeing Trigger's jet suddenly veer in the direction of the missile, placing itself in just the right position between her and the incoming danger. The world slowed, everything blurred out of her mind except for the image of Trigger's jet, a silver guardian against the night sky. Her eyes locked onto him, helpless, as he took the hit meant for her. The explosion was deafening, a bang louder than Belka nuking itself. She watched, her heart shattering as the entire cockpit was ripped away from the rest of the plane, pieces of debris raining down, fragments of what had once been him and his aircraft.
"Alex! NO!" she screamed, filled with pain. She tried to run toward the wreckage, but she stumbled across the uneven ground. It was too late, reality hit her, the weight too much to bear, forcing her to her knees. Tears streamed down as she cried out his name again and again, trying to bring him back, the sound echoing through the empty expanse around her. The person who had come to save her, who cared and understood her, was gone. She knelt there, trembling as she cried, her entire world becoming meaningless. Just then, she sensed movement. It was an enemy soldier, he had no face and loomed over her, his pistol drawn, aimed directly at her. There was no hesitation, no mercy. She heard the shot before she could even react, everything flashed to darkness, her world ending in an instant.
Rosa woke suddenly, her eyes snapping open to find herself in a void, an empty, pitch-black space that stretched infinitely around her. She thought she had died and gone to hell, condemned to relive the darkest moments of her life, forced to confront the choices and actions that had brought her the most pain, both physically and in spirit. Images began to flash before her, flooding her mind in a relentless stream, each one more painful than the last. She saw herself as she had once been, standing before crowds, her voice carried over the masses as she spoke the words fed to her by those in power, words that called for more fighting, and more resistance. She saw the faces of those who had suffered because of her. She saw children with eyes hollowed by pain, their small forms lost in the chaos that had engulfed them. She saw their tears, and she knew they would grow up never knowing the warmth of a mother's embrace or the guidance of a father's love. Their eyes accused her, their voices echoing in her mind, blaming her for everything.
She wished she said something, anything, something different. She wanted to go back and do it all differently, even if it meant risking herself. She remembered her father's delusion, and the stubborn determination of the radicals. All of them unwilling to find another path. It had been their war, and yet they had somehow placed all of its burden on her, making her feel guilty for their actions. There was no way to undo the suffering, no way to erase the pain she had become a part of. The darkness around her closed in, and she wondered if she could ever atone, if she could ever be free of the mistakes that haunted her. The weight of the consequences crushed her spirit, leaving her to drown in the darkness of her regrets.
Just then she heard him. Alex. He was standing behind her in a mist if light. He shone bright against the darkness that enveloped her. He spoke out to her, calling her name. Rosa shook, she couldn't bring herself to turn around to look at him, she felt unworthy. "Rosa… why did you do it, why did you start all this?"
Rosa shivered; her mind raced as she tried to find the right words. "I… I had no choice… They would have hurt me. I… I couldn't stop it."
Alex walked closer, his voice growing louder with anger. "You were selfish."
"No…" Rosa whimpered, his words cutting deep.
"You abandoned your people, your humanity. You failed everyone! I risked my life for you and now I see you for who you truly are…" He replied, his voice now enraged, his eyes turning red. The light around Alex started turning into darkness.
"No… no… I'm sorry… I'm sorry Alex… for everything." Rosa whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
She spun around, wanting to see him, but he was gone. All she was left with was the darkness of the void she was trapped in. "Please… please don't go." She whispered, before she herself, faded into nothing.
Back in the real world, Trigger could see the pain etched across Rosa's face. Her body trembled as she murmured his name. "Please Alex… please don't leave…" she mumbled, her voice sounding full of desperation. It broke him, he gently shook her, his voice firm now, as if he were trying to scare away her demons. "Rosa, wake up. It's just a dream. I'm here."
She gasped, finally able to breathe again. Her eyes opened wide; her vision blurry still as the nightmare still clung to her. She looked around, disorientated. It took her a moment to realise where she was, her eyes finally finding Trigger sitting beside her. He was leaning over, worry filling his eyes for her.
"Alex…" She whispered, her voice breaking as she burst into tears. Without thinking, she reached for him, clutching his shirt to remind herself that he was still real, that he was still with her.
"Shh, it's okay," Trigger murmured, his arms wrapped around her pulling her closer. He climbed back onto the bed beside her, holding her as she buried her face into his shirt. Her body shook violently with sobs as he rubbed her back gently. Each tremor tore at his heart. He cradled her carefully like a baby, shielding her from the fears that seemed to grip her even now. "It was just a dream, Rosa," he whispered, his words meant to pull her out of the darkness. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt as she tried to control her breathing. The fear, loneliness and guilt of her nightmare began to fade slightly, replaced by the safety of Trigger's embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from her emotional state.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "For everything, I didn't mean for any…"
Alex shook his head as he cut her off, "You don't ever need to apologise Rosa, not to me."
Rosa lay in Trigger's embrace; she could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was soothing and comforting, reminding her that he was still here with her no matter what her dreams told her. But even nestled against him, she could not shake the lingering fear from her dream. The part where he died protecting her. She knew the risks that came with his life as a fighter pilot, as a soldier. The thought of what might happen, of how easily he could be taken from her, broke her heart, and the ache of it settled deep in her chest, a dull, relentless pain she could not ignore. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to purge her mind from the dark thoughts, but they stayed, even as she could feel the rise and fall of Alex's chest beneath her. It was the reality of loving someone who faced death each day, and it terrified her.
Rosa felt as if her heart was on the verge of bursting. She held back for what felt like forever, afraid of what might happen if she told Trigger her true feelings aloud, afraid of what might change between them if she exposed her heart. But now, after everything that had happened, she couldn't keep it in any longer, she needed to tell him realising he could be gone in an instant. She felt doubtful, there was still a voice inside that whispered of the risks, what could be lost if he didn't feel the same. But she remembered the way Trigger would look at her every time, so warmly, the way he brought her food, the way he carried her and watched over her when she was hurt, she knew that there was a good chance he felt the same way. Then she remembered Avril's words from earlier, replaying over and over in her head.
"I know it's scary. I know that opening up and letting someone in is terrifying. But you have to trust what you see, trust what your heart truly feels. I see the way he looks at you, how he's always there. The way he's willing to do anything for you, that's not duty, that's love, Rosa."
Rosa's voice was soft, trembling as she spoke, her fingers gripped his shirt a little tighter. "Alex… I need to tell you something. I can't keep it in anymore."
Alex looked down, his expression one of concern. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers stroking her skin. "What is it, Rosa?" he asked gently, urging her to continue.
Rosa swallowed, taking a moment to compose herself. Her eyes searched his, and she took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "I… I feel safe with you," she began. "You make me feel like I don't have to carry everything alone, like I can let go of the fear and expectations put upon me. You make me feel valued as a person, Alex. not just a tool or a Princess." She paused for a moment as she saw Trigger's eyes soften in response, leaning closer in anticipation. "You see me for who I truly am. Before we truly met, I felt a connection to you, even when I only knew you as the pilot they called 'Three Strikes'. I admired you for your free spirit, something I wanted so badly too. And now that I've gotten to know you, that connection has only grown stronger. I feel it every time you're near, and it's something I can't ignore anymore."
She paused for a moment, her voice broken as she found the words that she had suppressed. "I… I love you, Alex. I love you so much. I have for longer than I realised, but I was so scared. I was so scared that you might not feel the same for me, that I might lose you if I told you, but after tonight, after your kindness, the way you looked after me during recovery… I can't keep it in anymore. I love you." Her voice was so quiet at the end, her eyes searching his for any kind of rejection, her heart and mind pounding with both fear and hope. She held her breath, hoping she hadn't gone a step too far. She waited, her love for him laid bare, her heart exposed, hoping that he felt the same and could see how much he meant to her.
Trigger's heart screamed at him; his eyes widened as her words sank in. For a moment, he sat there in stunned silence. The weight of her confession overwhelming him. But then he felt his own heart swell, with emotions of love, affection and a deep understanding. They all surged through him, overwhelming him, but in the most beautiful way. A warmth spread through him like a fire that kindled in his soul, too intense to bear. Without thinking, he cupped her face with his hands, his thumb brushing away a tear that had fallen in Rosa's emotional state. He looked deeply into her eyes.
"Rosa…" He whispered. "I love you too, I love you so much. I felt that connection too, before we even met, when you were supposed to be the enemy. But I just couldn't see you that way, not ever. I knew there was always something special about you, how you were always so strong, so beautiful in ways that I couldn't explain. I admired everything about you. Your courage, your heart, and your determination to fight for what's right even when people tried to use and break you. You never gave in, you never let them take away who you are." His voice grew quieter and more intimate, his forehead rested against hers, his heart pounding out of his chest. "And I fell in love with you, Rosa. From the moment I first laid eyes on you. Because you're you, just you, and that will always be enough. I just can't imagine my life without you anymore."
Rosa let her emotions go and her tears fell freely now, her heart aching at the sincerity in his tone. She had wanted to hear those words for so long. She had dreamed of a moment like this, where someone would love her truly for her, beyond her title and influence. But as she thought, guilt still tripped her mind. She felt that she didn't deserve any of this. How could she deserve his love? Her heart told her she didn't have any right. The dream she had moments ago still lingered in her mind. She remembered his words and what he told her, although they weren't his, they still ate her and cut deep.
She reached up, her fingers curling around his wrists. "But how, Alex?" She whispered to him. "How can you love me when it was all my fault? It was my country, my people that started this war. All the suffering… it started because of me." Her voice cracked, the sadness and weight of her guilt spoken through every word. Her tears blurred her vision, and she felt the ache in her chest intensify. She believed that she was to blame, that all the sorrow and chaos, all the shattered lives, had begun with her. She believed that she was responsible for everything. The pain in her eyes was obvious, a deep wound that she couldn't heal on her own. She looked at him, needing to know, needing to understand why, that despite everything, he still loved her.
Trigger shook his head. His eyes were filled with tears of his own, showing so much tenderness and care. "Rosa, none of this was your fault. You did not start this war. You were used, just like everyone else. You were in an impossible circumstance, forced to be the face of something you never wanted." He paused, his hand lifting to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that still flowed down her face. "None of this was on you. You have tried to make things right, risked everything to bring peace. You almost died doing so, and because of you, Osea and Erusea stand together, something that seemed impossible. None of it could have been done without you. You are so brave, strong and wise and I love you for that, I love you for everything that you are. You're still young and yet, you have done more than most people could do in a lifetime."
Rosa looked up at Trigger, her eyes telling him that she still wasn't convinced just yet. "I was the face of the war, Alex." She whispered. "I stood there, saying all those things… rallying people to fight, to kill. I supported something that brought so much pain, because I thought I was protecting Erusea, but I was just protecting the hardliners and radicals. And even though I was manipulated, even though I was just a puppet… it doesn't change what I did. My legacy will only be one of war and death."
Trigger held her closer as she spoke. "But you're so much more than that Rosa." He said gently, trying to reassure her still. "I know it wasn't your choice, and I know that deep down, you always just wanted what was best for your people. I'm sure I would have done the same if I was deceived the same way you were. That's why I love you, Rosa. Because I saw who you really were behind everything, someone who, despite the manipulation and deceit, really cared. I never saw you as the person they tried to make you."
Rosa took a moment to breathe, she held onto him. "How can you see that in me? I can't even see it in myself." She said, her voice trembling still. She wanted to believe him, but the guilt and regret still weighed heavily on her.
Trigger gently held her hand in his, making small circles on the back. "I know your heart, Rosa. I know you, just you, the free spirited, headstrong, and independent person that you are. I have seen your courage and your kindness. You stood up for everything that was right, exactly when it mattered the most. You mean so much to me, and I want you to know that you won't ever be alone in this, never again. I love you, you are so beautiful in every way, and we'll face everything together now." He let his words linger for a moment, his heart wanting her to see herself as he saw her. Not as the result of her mistakes or her forced role, but as the person who had faced it all and come out on the other side, determined to make things better. "I love you, Rosa," he whispered. "And nothing will ever change that."
A sob escaped Rosa for a second, her eyes closing tight as she leaned into him, sinking into his embrace. She felt his arms wrapped around her still, pulling her close, becoming her foundation. His hand ran through her hair in a soothing motion as he kept whispering words of comfort, his voice quiet, yet full of love and affection. Rosa had spent a long time feeling alone, feeling like she had to carry the weight of a nation on her own. However, now, in Trigger's arms, she felt like she could let go finally. She only felt love in his words.
For just a few moments, they stared at each other, the weight of all the feelings shared still lingering in the air. Then slowly, Trigger leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. Instinctively Rosa also leaned in, her eyes locked onto his as well. He could feel her breath against his lips, and her eyes closed as they both closed the distance. Their lips met, and the world exploded around them.
The kiss was slow and tender, filled with every unspoken word that they had held back. As the moments passed, the intensity grew as everything they felt was poured into it. It was a kiss that held all their fears, connection, and the love that had been building between them. Alex's hand slid up her back, causing her to shiver at the touch. His fingers tangled with her hair as he kissed her with everything he felt for her. Rosa responded in kind, her hands cradling his face now. Her touch was so gentle and filled with all her love and affection for him too. She tilted her head, her lips parting to allow the kiss to deepen, and she felt a warmth rush through her. In this moment, all she felt was pure, unfiltered and raw love.
Their movements became more urgent, a mix of longing and tenderness. Rosa felt his hand slip to her lower back, pulling her even closer, the space between them non-existent. She pressed herself against him, her fingers threading through his hair, each strand gliding through. They both put their hearts into every touch, every caress. It was a promise, a declaration of everything they had been through, of the love that had grown between them in defiance of the impossible odds against them.
They broke the kiss only when the need to breathe became too much, both of them panting slightly as their foreheads rested on one another while they caught their breath. Rosa's eyes opened, her gaze meeting Trigger's. She could see all the love and devotion in his eyes. It took her breath away, the intensity of what they shared, the way it made her feel. She felt she was truly home.
Trigger smiled, his fingers brushing against her cheek gently. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you more than anything, Rosa."
Rosa let out a shaky breath, a smile forming across her face. "I love you too, Alex," she whispered back. "More than I can ever put into words, it's just indescribable. Thank you, Alex."
They stayed like that for a long time, their foreheads still touching and their breaths in sync as they held each other. The world for them was still uncertain, full of danger, but in that moment, nothing mattered. All that mattered was that they now had each other to hold onto, that they loved each other. They were both finally, not alone and were ready to face everything and defeat the demons that haunted them.
Minutes passed, and Rosa began to relax in his arms as she let out a soft sigh, her eyes closing as she allowed herself to be fully embraced by the comfort of Trigger. She felt safe, more than she had before, she was able to let go of whatever was haunting her, for the first time.
Trigger watched as she drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming slower and even. He could see how exhausted she still was, etched into her features. He knew that he could never fully take away the pain she held, but the best he could do is be there for her. To hold her and love her with everything he had. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back, his eyes softening as he looked down at her.
Rosa murmured softly in her sleep, instinctively curling closer to him, her fingers still gripping his as if she was scared to let go. Trigger felt a warmth spreading through him as he watched her. She looked so small, so delicate, yet so strong. He wondered how someone could be all these things at the same time. He tightened his embrace on her, his fingers gently rubbing her back as his own eyes closed. The emotional weight of everything they had shared was finally taking its toll. He allowed himself to relax too, to let go of the worries and PTSD that had plagued him for so long. With Rosa in his arms, he felt he was headed for a bright future, one full of light, hope, love, and for once, certainty. He held her close as they both drifted off to sleep.
Cape Rainy Airbase, Erusea. September 23, 2019.
The morning light faintly seeped through the window of Trigger's room, casting a soft golden glow that washed everything in a gentle warmth. Rosa stirred first, her eyes opening as she slowly woke up. The haze of sleep still clouding her thoughts. She found herself nestled comfortably in Trigger's arms, his steady heartbeat a quiet rhythm that made her feel a sense of calm. Her head rested against his chest, her cheek supported by the rise and fall of his breathing. She felt his warmth surrounding her, his scent was familiar and comforting, wrapping her in a cocoon.
Rosa let herself stay there for a moment, she checked the time, six in the morning. Too early to get up now. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to leave this feeling. She had never felt so at peace, so content, as she felt now. She knew that as long as she was with him, she was safe, and that thought filled her heart, making it swell with both love and gratitude.
Rosa remembered the night before. The emotions of that moment surged back into her heart, the joy, nervousness, the overwhelming sense of love that had filled the room. She felt so happy, so alive and excitement coursed through her veins. Words couldn't describe how she felt right now. They both had confessed their love to each other. To Rosa, it was like a dream, one of those perfect, impossible dreams. She felt that at any moment she might wake up from it, and it would all vanish. As she took in the comforting feeling and his scent, she knew it wasn't a dream. The man she loved was with her, holding her, and he loved her too.
Rosa closed her eyes again, cherishing the moment right now and allowing happiness and excitement flow through her. She really couldn't remember the last time she felt this way, so loved and cherished. It was a part of her that had been empty, but was now overflowing, finally complete.
Her mind drifted back to her past, memories of the heavy demands of the crown. She was the only child in her family, the Princess who would carry on the royal legacy of Erusea, and with that singular position came burdens she had always felt were far too heavy for her young shoulders. She remembered how people always told her what was expected of her, they had spoken of her future as if already carved in stone. She had heard it many times before: she was to marry, not necessarily out of love, but to produce an heir, to continue the royal line and secure political ties and alliances. Erusea didn't allow for a female sovereign to rule alone. So, her worth would always be tied to the future king who she would stand under, as if she her herself wasn't enough. She was still so young, her heart yearning for true affection, not yet ready for the suffocating weight of a destiny imposed on her without her consent. She had longed to be loved by someone who saw her for who she was, as a person.
Now, with Trigger, all of that faded. He saw her as Rosa, just her. He saw her heart, her fears, hopes and dreams, and he cherished her for them. He didn't see her as a path to power at all. He saw her as a young woman who wanted to love and be loved, who longed to be more. With him, there were no conditions, he loved her simply for being herself, and that was all she ever wanted.
She thought for a moment. She thought about the possibility of having to lead Erusea regardless, still having to fulfill those expectations. This time however it was massively different. With Trigger, it wouldn't be a burden she would have to carry alone, nor something forced upon her. She could still do those things, but with him by her side. If she ever had to face these responsibilities, she could do so in peace, knowing that it was with someone she truly loved. She imagined a future where they stood together, facing any challenge that could come. She could now look forward to a life not based on expectation. The future seemed much brighter, she felt as if she could shape her own destiny with Alex, the man who she trusted and who had come to mean everything to her.
She turned slightly, her eyes finding his face. He was still asleep, snoring a little. She smiled as she watched him, her soul overflowing with love. She sighed softly, and she snuggled closer to him, her arms wrapping around him as she pressed her cheek to his chest again. The love they shared was something so precious, something that many seek and never find their whole lives. She felt so lucky, she felt like she didn't deserve any of this yet here she was. She thought of their future, the prospect of waking up beside Trigger every morning, sharing their lives. She felt so overwhelmed, not with stress or anxiety, but with warmth.
Eventually, Trigger began to stir before he opened his eyes. It took him a few moments to fully wake up, but as soon as he saw Rosa snuggled up beside him, pressed close to him, his face lit up with a gentle, sleepy smile. For a moment, Trigger closed his eyes again. For months, his life had been a constant battle, not only against bandits in the sky, but with loneliness and darkness that had always plagued his existence. He had only been seen as a tool for his country, a fearless killing machine that many people feared. It crushed him, he just wanted to serve his country and do something good in the world. But Rosa changed that, she saw him for who he was, not as the infamous "Three Strikes", but as Alex, someone worthy of love.
As they both lay in each other's arms, he thought of everything that had led them to this point. He remembered his time in the penal unit, the suicidal missions he was forced to fly under the threat of being shot. He fought not only for survival, but for a chance to redeem himself, something that seemed so distant. He remembered when he first heard one of Rosa's broadcasts, how her words, even when filtered through the constraints placed upon her, carried a weight that resonated deeply with him. The way she spoke of hope and peace in those dark times stuck in the unit, it felt like she was speaking to him. He tightened his hold around her, his arm curling around her.
"Heyyy, good morning," He whispered, his voice sounding rough.
Rosa looked up at him, her cheeks growing warm, but she didn't look away. "Good morning." She replied, her heart racing. The intimacy of this moment wrapped around her like a blanket. It was such a new feeling, being here with him, no constraints on them, just two people who had found each other amidst all the chaos.
Trigger reached for her, his hand brushing her hair away from her face, his fingers staying for a moment as he caressed her cheek. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Rosa nodded as her smile grew. "Yes, much better than I have in a long time," she admitted. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Alex… for staying with me and for loving me, for me."
Trigger's mind was a haze, he felt a lump in his throat. He still couldn't believe he was here, with someone like Rosa, so strong, kind and so incredibly beautiful. "You don't have to thank me, Rosa. I want to be here. I… I always want to be with you for as long as I live. He let out a breath, his head resting against hers, his voice lowering as if he was telling a secret. "You've changed everything for me Rosa. You're my light and strength. Loving you… is the easiest thing I've ever done. I should be thanking you. For seeing me, for loving me. I can't ever imagine my life without you, and I never want to, I can't live without you." His hand gently held her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek, causing Rosa to turn a shade of red.
Rosa's eyes teared up slightly upon hearing his words, the weight and sincerity behind them. She rested her forehead against his. "You make me feel so loved, Alex." She said, her heart overflowing, the ache in her chest was one of pure love and she could barely contain it. "My heart feels so full." She whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't know what I would have done without you. I love you so much, Alex. I don't think I'd be here without you." Her fingers brushed the back of his neck as she drew him closer.
Trigger leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gently kiss, his heart pounding as his love and reassurance was poured into that simple touch. He stayed there for a moment, feeling the warmth of her skin.
"You'll never have to find out," he murmured, his words carrying the weight of his promises. "I'm not going anywhere, not ever."
Eventually, Rosa pulled back a little, she smiled, her fingers tracing his jaw line. "We should probably get up now," she said. "People will start wondering where we are." She wished they could stay in their little cocoon a little longer, but their duties were more important right now.
They both got ready together, and there was a silent understanding between them. They had to keep things normal, for now at least. They knew the world outside wouldn't understand, and they weren't ready to share what they had found with anyone else.
The morning air was cool as they stepped out. The sun hung low still, but was still warm to stand in. They walked side by side, the cool breeze and warm sun enveloping them, and though their hearts were full of the intimacy they shared earlier on, they both acted casually as though nothing had happened. They kept a respectful distance from each other, their hands firmly in their pockets should they be tempted to reach for one another.
The mess hall was bustling with activity, the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of peoples conversations filled the air. As they walked, their expressions remained calm, each step projecting a sense of professionalism. They walked to the food line, grabbing trays and food with minimal conversation, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. Rosa couldn't help but become a little flustered, though she did her best to keep it hidden. Rosa and Trigger then moved to a table and sat across from each other, there was a little awkwardness between them, a shyness that still lingered from the night before. Their feelings were still very fresh and neither of them had any idea how to transition their minds back to a sense of normalcy. Rosa glanced over at Trigger, her cheeks warming as he looked back. He smiled softly at her, his own face becoming flushed too, not aware of the growing number of eyes watching them.
Trigger's friends seated not too far away noticed them almost immediately. Count elbowed Jaeger to get his attention, his eyes narrowing in on them as he watched.
"Look at that," Count said, his voice amused. "Trigger and the Princess, playing it cool… Again."
Jaeger looked over, making sure not to stare for too long before shaking his head. "They really think they're subtle, don't they?" He said as he smiled.
Avril, who knew everything from the previous day, put two and two together and realised what must have happened last night between the two. She spoke up, trying to act as if she knew nothing. "I swear, they're adorable, it's kind of impressive how they keep trying to act like there's nothing going on."
Huxian was sitting beside Count, she grinned with mischief. "They're trying their best to be fair," she said. "We know Trigger more than anyone else, but to the untrained eye it kinda looks like there isn't anything between them. But even though, it's like they have an invisible string connecting them, and they can't hide that no matter how much they try."
Count got up and started towards them, mischief in his eyes as he turned back and winked at the rest of the group behind.
As Rosa and Trigger sat, they spoke quietly, speaking about the upcoming diplomatic arrivals, the signing of a peace treaty and the details of the day ahead. They tried to keep it professional, but the warmth between them was almost impossible to hide. Rosa would glance up at Trigger sometimes, and Trigger would accidentally stare just a second longer than necessary.
Just as they were finding their rhythm, a loud voice broke through their façade. "Well, look who's having a cozy little breakfast." Count called out.
Trigger looked up, his face instantly shifting from professional, to slightly annoyed, though there was no anger behind it. Count, followed closely by Huxian and Tabloid strolled over, each wearing a grin that said they were born to cause trouble. The others who had stayed on the other table watched on in curiosity.
"Mind if we join you two lovebirds?" Huxian said, winking as she sat down without getting an answer.
Rosa's turned her face to hide the rosiness of her cheeks, she dropped her gaze, unable to fight the embarrassment as a faint smile formed. Trigger groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you mob ever give it a rest, or what?" he muttered, smiling a little too.
Tabloid laughed as he took a seat. "Not when it's this easy, Trigger, I mean come on, breakfast with the Princess?"
Count nudged Trigger. "So, Trigger, are you gonna tell us how you managed to charm royalty, or are we supposed to guess?" He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening.
Alex sighed, shaking his head as he finally gave in to the teasing. "You're not getting a bloody thing from me, Count." he said, his eyes meeting Rosa's across the table, a hint of warmth in his gaze that made her heart flutter. "Our relationship is purely professional."
"Professional, huh?" Huxian repeated, smirking. She glanced at Rosa, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity. "Well, Princess, if we can't get it from Trigger, I'll just ask you, then. What's the secret to winning Trigger over? We've all been trying to figure him out."
Rosa looked up, meeting Huxian's teasing gaze, and she felt her face grow even warmer. But there was something about the way Alex was looking at her, the quiet affection in his eyes, that gave her courage. She smiled, her eyes flicking to Alex before returning to Huxian. "I think… you just have to see past the walls he puts up," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "He's… worth getting to know."
There was a moment of silence at the table, the teasing grins fading into something softer, more understanding. Count cleared his throat, nodding as he picked up his coffee cup. "Well, damn, Princess. Didn't know we were getting all deep this morning." He lifted his cup in a mock toast. "To Trigger and the Princess… may your mornings always be… interesting."
Trigger rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He lifted his own cup, clinking it against Count's. "I'll take that," he said, his eyes finding Rosa's once more. She smiled back at him, her heart feeling light despite the teasing.
As the group settled in, the banter continued, but there was a warmth beneath it now—an unspoken understanding that whatever was happening between Alex and Rosa, it was something real, something worth protecting. And for the first time, surrounded by friends and laughter, Rosa felt like she belonged.
Across the mess hall sat Long Caster, away from the small group gathered around Rosa and Trigger. He was in his usual spot, a small table near the back. He chuckled to himself, "kids these days." He murmured to himself as he looked at his true love sitting in front of him.
In front of him sat five perfectly fried eggs on toast, surrounded by a generous side of crispy, salty bacon and juicy and succulent sausages. Long Caster's eyes were glowing as he stared down at his masterpiece, a silence engulfing him as he appreciated the golden, gooey yolk and the savory smell wafting up from the plate. Everything faded as he focused on the culinary delight before him.
"Ah breakfast," he said quietly under his breath, his tone filled with genuine affection. He gently cut into the first egg, watching the yolk spill out onto the toast, a rich golden hue coating the bread perfectly. "A true work of art," he whispered, savouring the first bite.
Long Caster often joked that if food were a person, he'd marry it. And as he slowly made his way through his plate—each forkful of eggs, bacon, and sausage meticulously balanced and enjoyed—he couldn't help but smile. It was mornings like these that gave him a little joy amidst the chaos of their world. No matter what else was going on, no matter how dire the situation or how uncertain the future, breakfast was always something that brought a sense of comfort, a taste of normalcy.
He took another bite, his eyes half-closed in contentment, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Nothing better than a hearty breakfast to start the day," he muttered to himself, clearly in his happy place.
Though he was sitting alone, there was a quiet satisfaction in it. For Long Caster, food was more than just sustenance—it was an experience, a love affair of sorts. And as he worked his way through the eggs and moved on to the perfectly crisp bacon, the rest of the world might as well not have existed. He was content, just him and his breakfast, sharing a moment of pure bliss that no one else could quite understand.
The steady routine of the mess hall was suddenly interrupted by the sound of engines roaring in the distance. A few heads turned as a plane's distinct rumble echoed through the airbase, followed by the shrill whistle of jet turbines powering down. There was a murmur among the soldiers in the mess hall, a mix of curiosity and surprise.
Count raised an eyebrow, looking toward the open door, then back at his friends. "That's definitely not part of the regular schedule," he said, his voice carrying curiosity. "Wonder who that is."
Jaeger shrugged. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."
Huxian sighed, shaking her head. "Well, I guess we're about to find out how complicated things are about to get. Politics bore me." She shot a look at Count. "I just hope it doesn't mess with our beer plans."
Rosa and Alex exchanged a quick glance, both of them wearing composed expressions, though Alex felt a spark of curiosity himself. He gave Rosa a small nod, and they both stood up, leaving their trays behind as they made their way toward the door. The rest of their friends followed suit, all of them heading toward the flightline, their curiosity piqued.
The plane that had just landed was already visible as they stepped out of the mess hall, its doors opened, and a tall figure climbed down the stairs. The insignia on his uniform was unmistakable, Erusean, not Osean, and it became clear as they got closer that this was no ordinary visit.
The mood turned from casual and light-hearted to serious when Rosa was called into the office. It was a place where critical discussions took place, a space that had witnessed many war briefings, tense discussions and moments of hope. Today was one of those hope moments that carried the weight of everything they had worked for, everything Rosa had dreamed of: an end to the war.
As they made their way through the hallways, Rosa felt the weight of everything press down on her shoulders all at once. She kept composed, her expression only showing strength, but her heart was racing. Trigger walked beside her, his presence was reassuring and steady. She felt his support beside her, even without words, his quiet, watchful gaze gave her the strength she needed to face whatever lay ahead.
They reached the door to the main office, which served as the entrance to the briefing room, and Trigger paused for a moment, his hand gently brushed her arm. Rosa turned, her eyes meeting his and she sensed the encouragement there, his promise that he would always be by her side. "Ready to face the music? You're going to do great." He said softly, his voice filled with confidence that never failed to hold her steady. "You've worked so hard for this moment, you deserve it."
Rosa smiled, the corners of her lips lifting slightly, her eyes softening at his words. "Thank you, Alex. I couldn't have done any of this without you." She took a deep breath as she nodded. "Let's go." They stepped into the room where several officials were already gathered. The atmosphere was intense but hopeful. The anticipation in the air was that they were on the brink of something big.
General Labarthe, the one who had landed moments ago, who had become an unlikely ally in recent months was already at the table. His eyes lifted to Rosa as she entered. He offered her a respectful nod, standing and bowing as she approached. "Your Highness," he said, his voice formal but kind. "We have contacted both sides. Representatives from both Osea and Erusea are on their way to begin the peace process."
Labarthe had betrayed the Erusean radicals, providing crucial intel to the Oseans that had saved Princess Rosa's life. It was a decision that had weighed heavily on him, but seeing the corruption and fanaticism within the radical faction, he knew that true loyalty to Erusea meant standing against those who sought only chaos and power.
Rosa nodded, her heart pounding at the prospect. She kept her voice calm, controlled and formal still, something that even caught Trigger off guard. "That's good to hear, general. I am grateful that we have finally reached this point."
"Your Highness." He spoke up again, his voice filled with a sadness that matched the look in his eyes. He swallowed, his gaze dropping for a moment as if the words were too difficult to face her directly. "The radicals… they manipulated you. I was also part of it, and I cannot deny that."
Rosa listened, her expression was unreadable this time, her heart heavy with all the burdens she was forced to carry. Labarthe's words carried a deep sincerity, and as much as she wished to turn away, she knew she had to hear it.
"They promised a clean war," Labarthe continued, his voice trembling a little. "A war that would be swift, decisive, without collateral damage, an honourable conflict that would bring Erusea its rightful glory. It was a lie, Princess. They wanted to use your image and influence, they manipulated your pure intentions. They used you, used your trust and your desire for peace a prosperous Erusea. I am sorry."
A senior Osean general named Padbury, spoke up. "Excuse me Princess," he said sternly. "The briefing room is ready, please." He pointed to the entrance
GHQ, Cape Rainy Airbase, Erusea. September 23, 2019
General Labarthe now stood in the centre of the briefing room, addressing Osean officials, his voice serious as he outlined the current state of the radical faction. His eyes moved from one person to the next, the gravity of the situation clear on his face.
"While the radicals may have lost a significant portion of their manpower, with more and more of their supporters defecting to our side, they still possess something that makes them extremely dangerous," Labarthe began, his voice steady but carrying a weight of concern. "They have drones, but these drones are based off the flight data of the legendary ace, Mihaly A. Shilage. They have perfected their AI to completely match his flying skill and style."
Labarthe continued, his voice growing more resolute. "The radicals have repurposed all their remaining resources into maintaining and deploying these drones. They are willing to send these machines against both Erusean and Osean targets, believing that they can maintain their grip through terror and brute force. They hope that by continuing the attacks, they can make our alliance seem fragile, make the people believe that peace is impossible."
A member of the Osean delegation, Richard Hayes, nodded, his eyes meeting those of the gathered officers. "The signing will happen, as soon as possible. We will not let them win through fear. We will show them, and the world, that our alliance is stronger than their hatred and that our commitment to cooperation will not waver. General Labarthe, Princess Cossette, the revelations about the radicals and their actions is critical. It provides context not just for the assassination attempt, but for the broader narrative of how this war has unfolded. The fact that a faction within Erusea was willing to use any means to maintain control speaks volumes about the state of affairs on your side of the conflict."
Hayes held a stack of papers outlining everything Labarthe had said to Rosa earlier, but in much greater detail. He paused, glancing at the Osean officers in the room before Speaking. "With this understanding, I believe we need to consider our approach to the upcoming peace negotiations. It's clear now that Princess Cossette was not complicit in the escalation of hostilities but was forced by those seeking to gain from the conflict. The radical faction was the true architect of much of this war's devastation."
Rosa held her breath, her eyes locked on Hayes. She knew that while Labarthe's words were invaluable, the official stance of the Osean delegation was another matter entirely. What Hayes said now could determine how the peace negotiations proceeded, and whether the fragile hopes for a unified future could become a reality.
"Given these new details," Hayes continued, turning his gaze to Rosa, "I will recommend that the peace signing be approached with a degree of leniency. This war has brought devastation to both of our nations, and there are deep wounds to heal, but understanding the true nature of the events leading up to the assassination attempt changes things. There is a difference between those who were complicit in the atrocities of this war and those who were victims of lies and deceit."
Rosa felt a swell of emotion rise within her; gratitude, relief, and hope all mingling together. She had feared that the mistakes of her past, the way she had been used by the radicals, would forever be a mark against her, something that would stand in the way. But here was an opportunity; a chance to move forward, to build something lasting for Erusea, to bring her people the hope they so desperately needed.
"Thank you, Mr. Hayes," Rosa said softly, her voice carrying sincerity. "I know the road ahead will not be easy, and there will be many who need to answer for their actions. But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to help bring about a lasting peace—one built on understanding, not fear."
Hayes nodded, his expression serious but warm. "And we will support you in that endeavour, Princess. Together, we can ensure that this conflict truly ends here, and that both our nations can begin to heal."
General Padbury, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. "Given what we've learned, and the urgency of the situation, we need to expedite the peace process," Padbury said, his eyes moving from Rosa to General Labarthe and the other key figures present. "We need an official signing; something tangible that the people of both nations can look to as a symbol of our commitment to ending this war. We want to make it clear that the radicals are not Erusea, and that both Erusea and Osea are committed to unity."
He paused, his gaze falling on Rosa, who stood straight, her eyes filled with determination. "Princess Cossette, the sooner we have an official alliance in place, the sooner we can begin to isolate the radicals. Without satellite communications, our ability to coordinate large-scale actions is limited, and the window we have right now won't stay forever. We need to act while we have the momentum."
Rosa took a deep breath, her voice calm and resolute as she spoke. "I agree. We need to show both the people of Erusea and Osea that this war is ending, and that we are committed to rebuilding. The radicals thrive on division and chaos. If we can take that away from them, they will be left without the support they need to continue."
Padbury gave her a small, approving nod. "We've already discussed it among our counterparts, and we believe we can arrange the official signing for about a week from today. We understand that this is an expedited timeline, but every day we wait is another day the radicals can regroup, another day that innocent lives are put at risk."
Rosa exchanged a glance with Alex, who stood beside her, his gaze filled with quiet confidence. She could feel the responsibility ahead of her, but also the strength of the people who stood with her. She nodded, her voice carrying a tone of determination. "We will make it happen. One week from now, we will sign that treaty, and we will take the first step toward a prosperous future."
General Labarthe stepped forward, his voice filled with conviction. "I will do everything I can to ensure that the loyal elements of the Erusean military are ready to support the signing. We need this to work, for all our sakes."
"We'll make sure the message gets out," Padbury added. "With satellite communications partially restored, we can still reach the people. It's about showing them that there's hope, that the fighting is ending, and that there's a path forward."
The sense of purpose was palpable as the meeting concluded, the people in the room moving with renewed urgency. Rosa felt Alex's hand on her shoulder, his presence a comforting anchor amid the weight of the task ahead. She looked up at him, her expression filled with both determination and gratitude.
"One week," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "One week, and we change everything."
Alex gave her a small smile, his eyes reflecting the strength she had. "We'll make it happen, Rosa. Together."
After the intense meeting with General Labarthe and the Osean officials, Trigger and Rosa walked together, their expressions carrying the heaviness of all that was discussed. The corridors were alive, soldiers and aides moving swiftly, however, their voices were low and quiet though. Rosa and Trigger were heading for the exit when General Padbury finally caught up with them.
"Ah, Captain Krieger, Your Highness," Padbury said as he stepped in their path. "I just wanted to let you both know that journalists have arrived. They're waiting outside hoping to ask a few questions. With civilian satellites not taking too much of a hit, they are eager for answers unfortunately."
Rosa looked at Trigger, he noticed the exhaustion in her eyes. The press was the last thing they wanted to face after the stresses of the past week and the events of the meeting. They both knew it was unavoidable, however. It was part of the task at hand and could perhaps be used to show a unified front for the cause they fought for, gaining more support from the public.
Padbury caught onto the reluctance in their expressions, and he smiled subtly. "Just make sure you don't say anything out of line but be as transparent as possible. Your statements could be used to gain public support in Osea and Erusea." he said, his tone professional but trying to lighten the mood. He gave them a knowing look. "And remember, your closeness hasn't gone unnoticed, not even from me."
Trigger felt his face heat up slightly, he gave a nod and cleared his throat. "Understood, sir." Trigger saluted the general who saluted back and walked off to face the medias questions with Rosa, hand in hand.
Airbase tarmac, Cape Rainy Airbase, Erusea. September 23, 2019
The moment they stepped out, they were greeted by a crowd of journalists who had just landed to cover the peace efforts and the war. At least thirty reporters surged forward, cameras flashing and microphones thrust in their direction. A low murmur of anticipation and excitement rippled through the crowd. Rosa and Trigger had barely the time to register the scene before they were encircled, closing in like a relentless tide.
"Princess Cossette! Captain Krieger!" A voice called out, her voice ringing above the rest. "What are your thoughts on the peace treaty discussions today? Do you believe a lasting peace between Erusea, Osea and Usea is truly achievable?"
Rosa blinked for a moment, looking to Alex and turning back to the crowd. Her years of public speaking and demeanour returning instinctively. She straightened herself, lightly brushing her hand against Trigger's arm, a gesture of reassurance. "We believe that a settlement is not only possible, but essential for all our nations involved." She said as she fought the fatigue. "The talks today are a step in the right direction, there is still much work to be done, but we are committed to a future without conflict."
Trigger stood by her, his eyes scanning the journalists and reporters. He could feel their eyes on him and their curiosity. He wasn't used to this attention, he preferred the cockpit of his trusty F-22 much more than this, where the only audience was the sky. For Rosa though, he would stand and answer any questions that came his way and support her however he could.
"What about your role, Captain Krieger?" another reporter asked, shoving a microphone towards him in a rude manner. "You're known as Three Strikes, a hero to some and a symbol of fear to others. How do you see yourself in all this?"
Trigger hesitated briefly, glancing at Rosa who gave him a small nod. He took a breath before answering. "I'm just a pilot," he said simply. "My goal has always been to protect the people I care about and do what's right for the country I serve. Right now, what's right is ensuring that we put an end to the conflict and give everyone on both sides, a chance at peace.
"Princess Cossette, how far away is a peace settlement? Is there a hope for a resolution soon?"
Rosa gave a slight nod, her posture still straight and regal. "Like I said before, discussions are moving in the right direction," she said confidently and clearly. "We believe an agreement may only be days away. We are hopeful that both sides are committed to finding a resolution that benefits all nations involved and secures lasting stability." Her words were met with nods and murmurs as they rushed to scribble on their notepads.
The questions all followed a similar pattern, about the talks, negotiations and the war. Trigger stayed by Rosa's side, occasionally answering questions directed at him, some about his career and also his time imprisoned at Zapland. But soon enough, the nature of the questions began to shift, moving away from politics and diplomacy, to more personal matters, typical media.
"Captain Krieger," one reporter called out while leaning forwards. "We've heard reports that you personally carried Princess Cossette to safety after she collapsed from her injuries from the Tyler Island incident, is this true?"
Trigger hesitated for a beat, he wasn't one to brag nor did he want to bring attention to their personal moments, wanting to keep things under wraps for now. But he also couldn't deny it. "Yes." He said simply, his voice even and lacking depth. "I did carry the Princess to safety." He tried to keep his tone professional but the moment he confirmed it, the crowd of reporters and journalists seemed to erupt.
"Captain Krieger how did it feel to carry the princess? Was it a personal decision?"
"Princess Cossette, would you say you wouldn't be here today if not for Captain Trigger's actions?"
Rosa felt the barrage of questions coming at them, overlapping, pressing closer. She took a breath, answering the latter question with all the sincerity she felt. "I wouldn't be here without him," she said, her eyes meeting Alex's for a brief second. Her words were honest, filled with gratitude, but it seemed that this only added fuel to the growing fire.
"Princess, how did it make you feel, being saved by Captain Krieger? Do you have feelings for him?"
The question hit her like a sudden wind, her composure nearly faltered. Rosa's cheeks flushed slightly, but she forced herself to remain poised. "I am incredibly grateful for Captain Krieger's bravery," she answered, keeping her voice level and diplomatic, her expression betraying nothing. "He's shown immense courage and dedication throughout all of this."
The journalists weren't satisfied with her answer, and the questions only grew more insistent.
"Captain Krieger, are you and the princess romantically involved? Is there truth to the rumours?"
"Princess, would you care to elaborate on your relationship with Captain Trigger?"
The scene grew increasingly chaotic as they tried to push through the growing crowd of journalists. Questions continued to flood in, one after another, the voices becoming louder and more demanding. Microphones were thrust towards them, and cameras captured their every move, every hesitant glance. Rosa felt the press of bodies, the flash of cameras almost blinding her. The group of Osean guards struggled to shield the two from the relentless wave. She did her best to keep her composure, her hand gripping Alex's tighter as they navigated through the storm.
Triggers jaw tightened as this was happening, his arm moved instinctively in front of Rosa, shielding her from the rapid questions. He gave a light smile as he spoke. "Alright, let's stay on topic please," he said, doing his best to keep his voice calm, his tone even. But his frustration was beginning to show, he had been patient, professional, but the crowd was relentless, unwilling to let it drop.
The journalists didn't seem to hear him, or they simply chose not to listen. Another microphone was thrust forward, the questions continuing, more probing and personal with each one. "Captain Krieger, how does it feel knowing you've become a hero to the princess? Are you planning on staying by her side?"
Alex felt a surge of frustration, his chest tightening as he tried to rein it in, knowing the cameras were rolling, knowing they had to be careful, to maintain a professional front. His eyes darkened slightly, his voice losing some of its earlier patience. "I'm here to support the peace process, just like Princess Cossette. Let's keep the questions focused on that, please."
The questions only grew more intrusive.
"Captain Trigger, sources say you haven't left Princess Rosa's side since the rescue, is that true?"
"Princess Rosa, how does it feel to be saved by Osea's most infamous pilot?"
"Is it love, Captain Trigger? Can you tell us how you feel about the princess?"
The questions kept coming, the journalists sensing a story, unwilling to relent. Alex could feel the weight of the cameras, the scrutiny, and it took everything in him to keep his temper in check. Rosa looked up at him, sensing his frustration, and she reached out, her fingers brushing his arm.
It was then that, from the edge of the crowd, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
"All right, that's enough, back off a bit!" Count pushed his way through the throng of reporters, his expression serious, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Huxian and Jaeger were right behind him, their presence unmistakable as they moved to flank Alex and Rosa.
"Give them some space, would ya?" Jaeger added, his voice calm but authoritative. "You've had your questions. Let them breathe."
Huxian moved beside Trigger, her posture tensed, her eyes narrowing at the reporters. "This isn't a show, give them the respect they deserve, move along now," she said, her voice calm, her eyes scanning the crowd. Jaeger, standing a little behind, added his own glare, his arms crossed over his chest as he shook his head in disbelief.
The reporters hesitated, their microphones lowering, the noise beginning to die down as the presence of Trigger's squadron made it clear that the interview was over. Count shot Alex a knowing look, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You owe me one, Trigger," he muttered, giving him a pat on the back as they began to guide them away from the cameras.
Just as Count, Huxian, and Jaeger began to guide Alex and Rosa away from the pressing crowd of journalists, a louder, unexpected voice rose above the chaos, cutting through the clamour like a crack of thunder.
"Hey! Enough!" Long Caster's voice boomed, filled with an uncharacteristic fury that made even the most relentless reporters fall silent instantly. He made his way through the crowd, his usually relaxed demeanour replaced by a sharp, almost explosive anger. His face was flushed, his expression set with a scowl as he stepped forward, gesturing for the reporters to back off.
"You heard them!" he shouted, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Stop harassing my pilots and staff! You got your answers, now give them some damn space! Step the fuck back!"
Trigger and his friends turned, startled by the sudden outburst from Long Caster, whose voice often only carried a more light-hearted tone, even in tense situations. The way he stood there now, his entire posture radiating anger, was something none of them had expected.
Avril followed close behind Long Caster, her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed as she glared at the crowd. "Seriously, are you all deaf? Back off already!" she snapped, her voice carrying just as much authority, her bluntness leaving no room for argument. "They've said enough. Let them breathe, for crying out loud!"
Long Caster moved closer, his glare shifting to the journalists, who seemed taken aback by the sheer force of his words. "I mean it, I'll have you all removed from the base." he continued, his voice low but carrying a weight that made it clear he wouldn't hesitate to intervene further. "If you've got any sense of decency, you'll give these two a break. They've done more with their lives than any of you."
As Trigger and Rosa began to move away, escorted by Count, Jaeger, Huxian, and now Avril, the questions still echoed behind them, shouted above the dispersing crowd.
"Princess Rosa! Captain Trigger! One more question, please! How do you feel about each other?"
"Is there something romantic between you two?"
But Trigger didn't look back, his arm still around Rosa protectively as they walked away. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to keep his expression neutral despite the fire of frustration building inside him. Rosa felt his arm tense, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her eyes meeting his. Her silent reassurance told him that she understood that she felt the weight of it too.
Long Caster watched them leave, his eyes watching the lingering journalists and reporters like a hawk, the fire still burning in his gaze. Avril stood beside him, her arms crossed over her chest as she shot a look toward the crowd. "Bunch of vultures," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.
Long Caster exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he looked at Avril. "They've been through enough already," he said, his voice softer now, though the edge of anger was still there. "They deserve a little peace, at least for once."
Avril nodded, her eyes following Trigger and Rosa as they disappeared from view. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice losing some of its earlier bite. "And they'll get it, one way or another."
Finally, Trigger and Rosa managed to slip away, their steps quickening until the voices of the journalists faded into the background, leaving only the rustling of the wind and the distant hum of activity elsewhere on the base. Alex led Rosa to a quieter spot behind one of the hangars, away from prying eyes, where the sun peeked over the horizon, and the vast sky stretched endlessly above them.
Trigger exhaled, for the first time since the meeting, his shoulders relaxed. Rosa glanced at him, her heart swelling with gratitude for him as she felt his hand slip into hers, their fingers intertwining naturally. She looked up at him, and when his gaze met hers, his eyes showed an understanding that all they had endured today, they had done it together.
Without words, they turned toward the sky, the brilliant blue stretching above them, a comforting reminder of the endless possibilities ahead. The cool wind blew gently, brushing through Rosa's hair, and she felt her head cool, with the tension finally melting away. The sky seemed so open, full of freedom, and standing here, hand in hand with Trigger. They stood in silence, letting the quiet fill the space between them, and for a moment, the chaos of the day, the weight of their roles, seemed to disappear.
She gave his hand a squeeze, her eyes still on the sky, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice muffled by the breeze. Trigger looked at her, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles in response. He let his free hand reached to gently cradle her cheek, his touch as gentle as a butterfly. Slowly and gradually, he leaned down, the height difference making it look more deliberate. When their lips finally met, it was without haste and tender, a kiss filled with the pent up feelings for each other they had to hide from everyone. Rosa rose onto the tips of her toes, her fingers holding the front of his jacket for balance as his other hand settled on her waist to help steady her. The difference between them, strength and her grace combined effortlessly in that moment. As they parted, their breaths mingled for a moment and Trigger's cheeks flushed. Rosa continued to look up, his forehead now resting on hers. "No need to thank me," he replied, his voice low and sincere. He glanced back up at the sky, his expression contemplative. "As long as we're together, that's all that matters."