The bloodiest war was over.

The aftermath of battle had left you and your fiancé, happening to be the best knight of the kingdom, sprawled on the bloodied floor of the throne room, embracing each other in a rightful exhaustion.

Though both of you were wounded, but right now, nothing was more important than the safety and presence of one another, the longing feeling was finally back , after being suppressed during a brutal , unfair war.

The throne was yours, from the beginning to the end. Just some people Tried to take it away using anything they have . They failed~~

As you caught your breath, your fiancé's bloody arms reached for the golden crown, fallen during the intense combat.

He picked it up, its surface now stained by his very touch, yet neither of you paid any heed to the bloody stains.

With a gentle movement, he carefully placed the crown upon your head, its shimmering presence signifying your rightful claim to the throne , as the heir.

"Long live, my Queen" he whispered, his voice heavy with fatigue and devotion. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours, seeking solace in your proximity.