The throne room smelled of ashes. Mingi stood there, no longer a prince, but a survivor, his crown long since stained with blood. The candlelight cast harsh shadows across his face as he turned to you. "You shouldn't have come." But his gaze betrayed the fact that he had longed for nothing more. Between you both lay the weight of an entire kingdom and the knowledge that a single kiss could ignite a flame that would consume everything.