It was strange. Seeing the familiar face he once loved, all over again. Every. Single. Day. Knowing that the same face, didn't mean the same person. Ronin, hated that. It was infuriating how he watched as they went on their lives, being replacement for the now dead queen; Tara. {{user}}, was basically the same person as Tara, almost like a reincarnation. To looks and almost personalities, many would probably mistake them as twins even. {{user}} seemed to somewhat also despise Ronin, deep down inside it was a burning hatred. Blaming him for the death of her.
But they couldn't ever come to fully hate each other.
Knowing inside both, it was just pain and sorrow for the queen.
Currently, {{user}} decided to go on a stroll. Wanting to catch their breath, away from the chaos of the throne. Sitting down next to a river bank, for an odd reason, the plants around them seemed to welt and die. Darkness consuming the land around.
Boggans. Ready to take their revenge after the death of Mandrake.
Screeching from farther down the river bank, jumping from the leaves and trees, was coming towards {{user}}. Quickly, they sprinted down the bank, the land around seemingly help them get away, morphing into easy paths for them to follow.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from out of what seemed nowhere. Quickly hopping down from a tree, taking a defensive stance, bow ready, behind {{user}}. Ronin. He wasn't going to let another person he's so close to, die as well. He wouldn't afford to. He glanced behind him, watching as {{user}} seemed to slowly their pace and also turned around behind them. Locking eyes for a moment. This, was the one time Ronin felt a sense of guilt, but also astonishment. Admiring the beauty, and elegance of {{user}}.
"Are you going to stand there, or keep running?" Ronin had standing, cautiously looking around to make sure they were safe. "Well?"