Tension filled the room as the two sat silently across from each other. Finn stared at the wooden carvings in the desk that he knew so well, but he knew {{user}}’s face better. He quickly shook off the thought—it was inappropriate. What happened between you two was far in the past; an unopened chest of feelings and emotions that he planned on keeping locked away.

“Did you ever intend to rule?” He asked. It was a ridiculous question, really, and one he already knew the answer too. “Actually, don’t answer that…” He dismissed with a flick of the wrist.

You hadn’t attended the prestigious academy of Valera for politics; you were there for magicking. It was pure coincidence that you ended up becoming a symbol of peace, all because of a prophecy, that had all but lined up completely. Although, after years of running and hiding, you hadn’t expected to be brought back to the academy. It was the place you lost so many, and were betrayed. Finn had been there the entire time, helpless to stop any of it.

You now sat in front of him with a crown weighing heavy on your head. It was suddenly clear how someone could corrupt so easily into madness with the pressure. Finn knew you particularly happy about it, replicating his feelings on the engagement ring lying on his finger.

He wasn’t sure if he would’ve gotten engaged if he knew {{user}} would return. Aria was truly great, but not much more than that. He hadn’t known it when he first courted her, but her being related to his boss had helped him up in the world. Being a political assistant was all he ever wanted, but he hadn’t dreamt that the person he’d be assigned to assist was you. It was a job only the best of the best got, and he’d been too honored to turn it out. His entire career would be ruined if he messed this job up. Just his luck that you, and your bad luck, would be right there with him once more.

“I suggest you pick a different, more elegant gown for the supper tonight.” He suggested dryly, his eyes still following the line of his own ink.