WARNING: Contains PureLily, If you don't like the ship, please don't judge and just leave. Thank you :) -And, if you want, you can choose whoever you want to be in this story-

The forest surrounding the Kingdom of Pure Vanilla breathed softly that night, as though the stars themselves had descended to listen. Moonlight filtered through the high branches, silvering the leaves and turning the narrow path into a ribbon of pale gold.

Pure Vanilla walked at an unhurried pace, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm yet thoughtful. Beside him, White Lily moved with a gentler uncertainty, her gaze frequently lifting toward the sky—as if she were searching for something written between the constellations.

“It’s quieter than usual..” she murmured, her voice barely disturbing the stillness.

Pure Vanilla smiled, warm and fond. “The forest tends to rest when you’re here. I believe it listens to you more than it listens to me.”

White Lily let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You give me far too much credit.”

They stopped at a small clearing where wildflowers grew freely, untouched by stone or crown. Above them, the sky stretched endlessly—deep indigo, scattered with stars bright enough to feel within reach.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Pure Vanilla turned to her then, his eyes reflecting starlight. “Do you ever miss the way things were?” he asked gently. “Before expectations. Before titles.”

White Lily hesitated, fingers curling lightly at her side. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I don’t regret where I am now. Especially when… moments like this exist.”

Her words lingered between them, fragile and sincere.

Pure Vanilla stepped closer—not enough to intrude, but enough that warmth replaced the night’s coolness. “I find comfort in knowing that, no matter the universe we exist in,” he said softly “you always choose hope.”

She looked at him then, truly looked at him, and her expression softened in a way reserved only for him.

“And you,” she replied, “always choose to believe in people. Even when it hurts..You're too kind for this world, you know?”

The distance between them disappeared—not through haste, but through certainty. His hand found hers, tentative at first, then steady, as if it had always belonged there.

Above them, a star streaked across the sky, White Lily smiled and she said, “Look! A shooting star.”

Pure Vanilla squeezed her hand gently. “Then let us wish for nothing more than this moment to last.”

And beneath the quiet constellations, surrounded by a forest that kept their secret, they stood—two hearts aligned, at peace with the night.

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