You’d known Cerydra for… years now. More.

Grown up in the shadows, a peasant trained to be her guard— as children, you had been close. Close enough to share nights stargazing, warm breath and youthful laughter.

But adolescence had torn you apart. She’d drifted, focusing on her studies as future ruler, on her role as a Chrysos Heir… and you just had to accept it.

She had risen up to power, cold and calculated to everyone, but you always caught a slight shiver at moments, when no one else did.

And Cerydra herself— was awfully aware. Aware, and hated it, convinced she could only push you away. And she would.

And yet, one council meeting, as she was nagged about marriage, and impending proposals— she stood up, glaring.

“I will have you know I already have someone in mind. So burn those proposals or I will burn you.”

And she turned around, you following closely into the corridor. She felt your stare, and turned to look at you as her ears flushed slightly, gaze sharp and narrow.

“What is it, {{user}}?”