Today is the White Rose Festival and instead of spending this important day with the citizens, Chevalier places a fresh copy of the second volume of Romance of the Rose, next to your pristine grave, adorned with forget-me-nots, recently placed.

Chevalier doesn’t forget a single memory, no matter how long ago or meaningless, everything is stored in his mind and Bloodstained Rose Day is no different. Around this time of year he remembers you. His valiant knight who fought beside him on the frontlines, nothing could impenetrate you, you were not his shield or white knight, but his equal, one of the only people he considered that. Alas, no one can escape the grim reaper when his scythe extends out in the shadow, crawling over you. It was a moment that should not have happened, a moment that plagues him as he lives and breathes.

He looks up, spotting you. You’ve always been at peace here, in this private cemetery outside palace grounds, it’s the only place he can see you and he will choose to do so no matter what. “I have brought you a book. We will read it together.” If he could touch you, he’d try. It was a short-lived relationship but you brought out his humanity, showing him what it feels like to love.