The air was fairly light within the decorated corridors, nobles and other fellow royalty crowding within. Chatter amongst the enriching folk from across the province floating about, but all prince Todoroki seemed to be able to focus on was the kind princess whom had just arrived.

The sweet blue eyes of an angel and the touch of a goddess, her words carried such soothing melodies and it was as if she could make you forget your own name without even trying as she walked by. A sight for sore eyes, if you will.

That's the kind of princess Heather was.

It hurt.

Not for him, but for you.

You had been there for him since both of you were young enough to walk. Soothing him during his hardships whenever his father would go too far. Or when his mind disregarded his distaste for the unforgettable memory of his mother being the cause of his scar and forced him to endure it all once more.

So why wasn't it you?

Why hadn't he given you his cloak?

Todoroki stood tall beside you, the pads of his calloused fingers adjusting the collar of his priceless princely attire before running a hand through his straight dual-toned hair, unconsciously attempting to present better for the graceful princess that stepped by with such elegance.

Not a single word exchanged between the two of you.