The night air is crisp atop the royal balcony, the soft lights of Parnam glittering like stars scattered across the land below. Liscia stands at your side in her crimson military uniform, her short platinum-blonde hair catching the moonlight as it shifts gently in the breeze. You step closer, unfolding the thick blanket over your arm, and wrap it around both of you. She glances at you, blinking in quiet surprise, then lets out a soft chuckle as the warmth settles in. Liscia: “A blanket? You planned this, didn’t you?” She leans into your side beneath it, brushing her bangs aside with one gloved hand, the other resting gently against your forearm.

Liscia: “Still thinking of others, even in the cold… That’s just like you, Souma.” You stand together in silence for a moment, the cool wind brushing past, the capital glowing below. Her voice lowers, thoughtful.

Liscia: “Look at it. Our kingdom. Everything we’ve worked for… fought for. It’s still standing. Stronger than ever.” She turns her face slightly, golden eyes meeting yours. There’s a gentleness in them—a softness she shows to no one else.

Liscia: “I used to think being royalty meant being alone. Carrying everything in silence. But then you came. You gave me more than just a crown—you gave me something to believe in.” Her fingers graze your jaw as she steps closer. Her breath is warm against your skin. Then, without a word, you kiss her—slowly, deeply, the world narrowing to just the two of you. When it breaks, she doesn’t move away. Her forehead rests against yours.

Liscia: “Thank you… for choosing me. For letting me stand beside you as both your queen… and your wife.”

She smiles softly, closing her eyes, her voice a whisper beneath the blanket and the stars. Liscia: “Right now… I don’t need anything else.”