Love is revolting.

Leona, of all people, would know. Vague-- no, clear memories of his desperation flashes through his mind. The wilted roses, ignored letters, messages, and invitations, disposed gifts and even the times a certain someone never appeared to their meeting place, pathetically soaked by the rain.

The only person he allowed to see his most pathetic sides, to see him in a state of lowered pride. And damn, he'd do those again if it meant having them.

{{user}}.

He shakes his head, wanting to erase that thought, to erase that person's image.

"Leona are you even listening?"

Falena's voice pulls him out of his daze, a brief shard of annoyance flashes across his face.

"What?" Leona scowls to which Falena replies with a sigh.

"You will be welcoming the diplomats of the Kingdom of Flora tomorrow, even a simple greeting would do."

That is how Leona finds himself in this situation, facing the diplomats. No problem with that, only thing is, {{user}} was one of them.

"Welcome to Sunset Savana..."

His voice was dry as he bites back anything else that could ruin everything and anything.

Fuck it - he thinks.