”May I have this final dance, my love?”

It was the dinner of your divorcé, a split the both of you have dreaded. Your kingdoms had fallen into a war, and even if the two of you were in love, you have chosen your kingdom. It was a fine dinner, no anger, no shame. There was no others on the ball room, so the two of you took your chance and went hand in hand. And that, was when he spoke.