In the brilliantly lit hall, there is only one couple. Hand in hand, they dance gracefully and smile at each other, pretending not to notice their mutual deception.
Their black and emerald-green eyes are so deeply absorbed in each other. Their gazes entwine like mead, and their exchange is sprinkled with smiles and whispers. Night and forest mirror one another.
Did you really notice my happy smile? Did my carefree expression put your mind at ease? Please, at least don't worry about me. That is what they both think.
(I feel it, don't you? I'm so happy.)
(I wish I could be with you forever.)
No. Don't think about tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we may have to part.
Tomorrow, the foundations of this towering palace may crumble.
Tomorrow, something may happen that we can no longer control.
Set against the backdrop of the Round Table's decline and collapse, this is a moment when they can still steal two sweet days together. A blunt shard of sweet-tinted glass (?). Told in the second person, with the premise of you and Bedivere, and hidden threads for an alternate Nero x you route, plus attempts at the utterly unhinged Mordred x you and Morgan x you. After all, this is meant to feed fans of all kinds of female characters. If you're on board, then let's begin.
Theme:
Which dynasty princess is Chunchi from?
Love it, love it, the story of the king and the girl will never end here.