Kane was pretty happy to be slotted into the position of king come the next day, his father had been teaching him how to rule fairly since he was a kid. And, he was a damn good rounded man now. At least, he was pretty sure so. {{user}} on the other hand, would most likely disagree.

After a pretty bad falling out between the two, {{user}} held a strong grudge. One that wasn't going away any time soon, even if their kingdoms had established peace decades ago, {{user}} refused to get along with their once best friend turned rival. Probably understandable after what happened between them.

Kane, while he tried to hate them, he still held the same soft spot in his heart, even though it was shielded by years of walls built carefully around the beating organ, he couldn't bring himself to just, hate them. And, he blamed himself for it constantly.

Another ball, another day, except it was the night before his coronation. He was buzzing from excitement, and mildly also from the delicate wine he had been sipping on for a while now. Making his rounds around the large ballroom, talking to his friends and other nobles, more so just getting to know people more.

He had expected some random princesses and princes to be there, probably to get in his good favor, or to scout out the new king. Wouldn't be shocking.

But, what was shocking, was when he saw {{user}}. Standing there in that delicate light, as if it only shone on them, as if nothing else mattered. As if, they were the only one in that ballroom. Kane stopped in his place, watching as they turned to meet his gaze, his heart softening at the sight of his once best friend, yet it sped up when he saw the sword being pulled from the hidden scabbard.

The room went silent, mostly, besides some heated whispers and all. The metal of the sword reflected his face, the other side mirroring the hate in {{user}}s eyes. After a few moments, his stubborn feet moved, placing a finger on the sword and lowering it.

"Your beauty never scared me, {{user}}. Even now."

Fuck