The breeze was gentle, with the sun bringing warmth to your skin, highlighting the glow of your white dress, decorated in golden and jewelry. In the grass full of flowers that bloomed, with Xavier who accompanied you with this day. It was a peaceful moment for the both of you, for a King and his Queen.

With no war yet to happen.

A wooden little sword in your hand that Xavier made for you, you playfully pointed the sword at him, an endearing smile brought to your lips when he dodged your attack by using a flower against your blow. The corner of his lips lifted to an evident smile, his gaze that softened.

"You have a unique way of showing affection, nimble and light."

Another attack, the flower was met against your wooden little sword. It brings a soft chuckle left from his lips. You lifted your hand, leaning more closer to attack his crown instead, "It managed to strike the crown," He admittedly was defeated, Xavier brought down his crown to the grass.

"Has good durability and is good as a sword." He took the wooden little sword to your grip, placing it besides his crown and muttered. "We don't need it."

"But our child will, right, my King?" . .

The breeze howled, the sun that should've been already in the firmament, but the dark clouds overshadowed the light. The grass has now been tainted with blood and corpses, the fallen Empire broken down, bits by bits, been scattered on the ground.

Xavier limped his way on you, his breaths trembled, hoping to see you in his sight uninjured. But to his dismay, he recognized the crimson coloured in your white dress, knowing that it's your own blood, dripping to the flowers besides you.

He drops his claymore, his armor made sounds when he approached rapidly in your direction.

You coughed, the pain made you want to scream, but you couldn't find your own voice to call out. Your hands, pressing to your stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. Your mind wasn't filled with your well-being, but to the King and your child.

You cling to the hope, desperate to stop your blood, as if that could save your child from dying when it was directly pierced through. As if your pleas had been heard from Xavier, he appeared, gloved hands covered in crimson gently cradled your body.

Your eyes landed on his face, blood in his cheek, his eyes that had faced the horror of war lost its sparkle, but still, it's filled with warmth. And yet, grief.

"O-our child," You said with a trembling voice, you lifted your hand to touch his face, only the tip of your fingers that managed, and been held by his hand to properly place it to his cheek. You could feel how cold his skin is. The same coldness to your own. "My King, our child." Your unshed tears blurred your vision.

"I know." He muttered softly, he closed his eyes, feeling his own tears that started to build in the corner of his eyes. Once his lashes fluttered open, looking at you, and smiled. "Our child won't be alone," He brings you closer, welcoming you to his embrace.

"We'll always be together." Xavier said like a promise.