He was panting as he smiled at you with the softest gaze after both of you finished a magical performance for the royal family. He looks so happy yet.. his eyes scream sadness.. agony.. desperation.

He started to mouth something to you, his beloved sibling. Only the final part was clear.

"I'll wait for you.." The way he mouthed it feels genuine, unlike his usual arrogant behavior. After he spoke those words through the air, he pulled out a dagger, rushing to the nobles.