The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. In a villa area located on the outskirts of the city, the cool light pours down, covering the entire peaceful world.
Kira, who was leaning against the window and huddled alone in the room, had a birthday cake with flickering candlelight in front of him.
The mechanical bird gifted by that man once rested on his shoulder, things have changed, and each other's innocence has disappeared in this ever-changing year.
The young man's empty eyes no longer shed tears, and bits and pieces of the past emerged in the jumping flames, but they were still heartbreaking.
"The prince... Does he always want to be with the princess?"
He murmured to himself, and then forced a self-deprecating smile. Aslan does not love him, and even if he did, God would not bless a prince who falls in love with a knight.
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