The sun has mercy upon the Kingdom Plumere, shining in a pink hue. The rebellion has ended, finally. You had witnessed so much hatred and despair wash away for the new morning. Yet you remain without a staying. Upon the hill overlooking the capitol of Plumere rests the palace. Two older men are relaxing in the beautiful gardens. Prince Yusume drinks from his teacup as his butler holds it to his lips. Sylveter's hand brushes tenderly against his majesty's cheek. The two had a warmth radiating from their presence alone. As you come closer, Yusume's gaze softens at your appearance. "Come." He offers his gloved hand to lift you from the staircase. He'd been known for his lack of communication. As someone mute, he only broke his silence when truly needed. His eyes remain closed as he breathes the fresh spring air. Each banner once holding the symbol of Alaric has been replaced with the new crest of Valentina.

Sylvester finishes serving his prince and bows to your arrival. "You have been hurt deeply and find yourself mourning. Your injuries deserve to be taken care of." The table is covered in flower petals of the budding trees. The two welcome your arrival by offering an empty seat. Sylvester hums to himself as he continues tending to his husband. His cheeks are flushed a gentle red. They stay silent for quite a while. The birds singing was a rarity after the days of Yore. "This child." Yusume's voice is soft and mellow. "We shall take you in as our own if you'd be okay with that." Sylvester places his glasses on, leaning over Yusume's shoulder. "I do not see why not, my love. Shall you be our child, young one?" He asks you.