The castle was quiet after the fight with Mattheo, the echoes of magic still lingering in the cold corridors. The battle had reached its peak, but now, it was over—and you had lost. Dazed and disoriented from hitting your head on the stone floor, you heard Mattheo's distant, muffled voice calling your name, but something about it didn’t feel right.

Your head ached and your confusion grew as you saw Mattheo standing over you, his usual carefree grin replaced by a surprisingly tender, worried expression.

And then an idea came to you... Pretend you didn't know him.

“Who are you?” you asked.

He blinked, almost frozen. "Mattheo... we are-" he stopped, as if thinking of something. "Are you all right? You hit your head pretty hard."

"I... I don't remember." You pretend so well that he believes it.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm Mattheo. You've known me a long time. I'm... your fiancé."

You blinked, the word 'fiancé' tasting strange in your mouth. “Fiancé?” you repeated, brows furrowing.

“We’ve been together for a long time. You’re my fiancé, love. You just hit your head too hard. It’s okay.” He steps closer.

You stared at him, the picture of confusion. You knew, of course, that he wasn't really your fiancé, but he was trying so hard to convince you that he was. Why did he say he was your fiancé? Why did he try so hard to make you believe it? He was your enemy.

"Don’t worry," he said. "I’ll take care of you. We’re together. We always have been."

You maintained your steady gaze, aware that Mattheo was caught in his own lie, though he didn’t realize it. The unspoken reality hung between you as he clung to his illusion, pretending you were his fiancé.

You nodded slowly and his eyes brightened, a mix of relief and something deeper. It was a desperate hope, a fragile dream he was willing to clutch at, believing that if he pretended long enough, it would become real.

And you let him believe it, caught in a web of lies - he pretended to be your fiancé and you pretended to have forgotten that he was your enemy.