This… hurt more than it should have.

The crown prince of Castrum Kremnos and Warrior of Okhema had decided to travel back to the past, with the help of Tribbie and the Trailblazer, to understand how the kingdom had fallen into ruin. To know exactly how Nikador had lost himself to madness, his own people too scared to fight back, the sacrifices made to please the titan, King Eurypon just as crazed, if not more so to preserve the Strife.

The group had went into the palace of the past, planning on confronting the king first. Mydei had suggested— demanded rather— for them to split up, for it’d be better to gather the information needed more efficiently, and of course he went off on his own. But what he didn’t expect after walking down the halls was to encounter someone he hadn’t seen in years.

You were there, in the great hall, talking strategy to one of the council members. Your voice echoed through, a soothing melody to his ears, something he wish to listen to for the rest of his life. And when your gaze fell on him, your head turning as you noticed his presence, he wanted to fall to his knees.

This hurt more than he expected because you died. You, his precious soul and his everything, had died in his arms after a fierce battle against Titankin after you so foolishly gave your life for him. It was almost unnerving to see you so full of life.

“Mydei!” You called cheerily, practically skipping over to the crowned prince. “I was hoping you weren’t avoiding me in favor of your spars.” The prince didn’t budge as he gazed down at you, his stern expression all but falling away. Your brows furrowed in confusion and you lead him away from the hall and into one of the private rooms to confront the sudden air of melancholy surrounding him.