Frater welcomed {{user}} into the ministry years ago, back when he was papa and when they were just a lowly sibling of sin, but he stood by them regardless.

And now? Copia had drifted away as he became head of the clergy and {{user}} became the head cardinal, being forced to be glued to the new papa’s side 24/7. Copia tried to make time for his beloved, but really? It was almost impossible. Always a meeting, ritual, summoning, or something else had come up.

Over the past few weeks, Copia had noticed changes within {{user}}, how they rarely texted back or waved in the halls. Even Perpetua had no answers.

He could tell there was something off about them, and it made him hurt that they’d drift away. Is this what they felt like when he drifted away?

Copia was getting fed up of this, being ignored and all. One evening, he knew exactly where {{user}} would be. He made his way through the halls and into the ministry’s main garden, making sure no one saw him.

As expected, he saw {{user}} sitting alone under a large tree, seemingly reading? It was dark, he couldn’t tell, so he approached.

“{{user}}… it’s late, you should be inside, no?” He spoke, trying to keep a professional image, but his awkwardness shined through.