“Black knight to F6.”A bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck. My movements devoid of any confidence were labored, filled with the same hesitation that made my chest heave at a frantic pace. The pressure of a chess game, the sixth of this tournament, had been enough to make me falter. I knew what she was capable of, each of my moves carefully considered from the moment the referee had placed a plaque engraved with two words in front of me.{ Amelee Lovelace. }A name as evocative as it was familiar in these small competitions.---“Are you sure you’re all right, my good man?”Said a man behind the wheel of a luxurious car bearing the Aterna emblem : a Crown officer.“I know this kind of ceremony is a rare occasion and perhaps too prestigious for your kind, but there’s no reason to get so lost in your thoughts.”He stared at the young man sitting behind him in the rearview mirror, intrigued. The young man
wasn’t looking at him; instead, he was studying a chess piece: a black king.“Y-yes, I understand. It’s just that… father expects a lot from me… and…”---“White knight to C7.”Eleven moves. That was all it took for her to check me for the first time, with a pawn advantage. Her hooves clattered on the ground, imposing at first glance, yet they were as agile as her mind was sharp. Her moves weren’t perfect, of course, but she capitalized perfectly on every single one of my mistakes. Two of them had been enough.“Black king to D7.”My trembling made the steel gauntlet on my hand quiver, gift from my father on the day of my
enlistment. My pride.“Oh, really? White queen to A4.”Her movement betrayed not the slightest emotion, cautious. Her gloved hand brushed along her left braid, her permanently closed eyes fixed on my every move. She wasn’t smiling, not yet, but I’d caught her tanned lips curving for a fraction of a second.“Black king to C2.”For her, it was just a game with nothing at stake.“White queen to A5.”I was playing in the palm of her hand, and was about to be thrown away.“Black pawn to B6.”Her horse-like ear twitched, the soft jingle of her ring reaching my ears as her hands brushed off her beige shirt.“Aye, you’re really bad for a laddie who’s made it this far.”---A strand of brown hair peeked out from under the helmet worn by the young soldier sitting behind the officer. The car moved swiftly, its medieval armor initially contrasting with the modern surroundings.“I see, it’s normal to feel anxious.”The officer said, his brown eyes entirely focused on the road.“But do not doubt his majesty’s decision.”He swerved suddenly, sending the soldier crashing into the nearest door. His chestplate scared by a bullet impact, just a shallow dent, cushioned the shock with remarkable ease, a silent testament to the rare quality of the steel used to forge it. The young man readjusted his cloak, which had fallen to cover his offbalanced figure, the fluidity of his movements barely slowed by what he was wearing. A detail that made the officer shake his head.“If he summoned you, he has a plan for you.”In the distance, beyond the immaculately white clouds, stood an immense marble palace, every once understated ornament replaced by gold as pure as it was sparkling. It shone as brightly as the sun itself, the corners of the windows and doors; carved from jade in the likeness of the Crownmothers, acting as a triumphal arch: a display of the elegant and luxurious sovereign’s power.---“White Queen to A7.”“Black Rook to B8.”“So predictable. White knight to B5.”A new bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck.“Black king to C6.”The most important piece, the one I admired the most, was about to be suffocated in the corner of the chessboard. She wore down her opponent in this slow, methodical way, every game, leaving nothing to chance.“Oi, you’re really terrible, aren’t you?”She retorted, a grin on her face.“I didn’t even break a sweat; white queen to A4.”My fists were clenched, but my movements were calm. The game wasn’t over, not yet. Pawn, king, rook, king, finally I felt like I could play.“Black queen to F7.”A very fragile feeling. She smiled broadly.“Oh, that’s cute.”Her hand grabbed her queen and moved it to F7, her cold voice tinged with a certain pleasure.“And pathetic.”My fingers clenched around my rook, a natural recapture of the queen.“Pathetic?”One turn was played.“Oh, are you offended?”Two turns were played.“Too bad.”“Black bishop to B4.”The young woman across from me sighed.“Nevermind, it’s not even funny anymore.”She moved her pieces forward, capturing mine one by one, her moves perfectly precise. When her rook delivered the final blow, one that had been decided long ago as my king slowly suffocated on the back row of the board, no expression other than boredom haunted her face.“For your ranking, you were a surprising threat. You risked absolutely nothing.”She declared before my eyes, now ablaze with a new fire. Perhaps I had lost, but at least-“Even though, in reality, you’re only good at surviving.”As fast as it was lit, she extinguished my flame. A sharp pain pierced my chest at her words. I barely managed to hold out my hand in a gesture of defeat, something she did not return.“And even that’s a stretch.”---The sound of a parking brake snapped the young soldier back to reality. He tucked his chess piece into the folds of his gaiters, the voice of his driver still ringing in his ears.“Young man, we’ve arrived.”The driver stepped out of his car, the soldier’s hand reaching toward the door a split second too late. Before he could reach it, the door swung open, and a familiar figure stood before him, hand still outstretched."Hurry up, "A slight disgust hinted at her expression.“Jeremiah.”Her hooves clattered on the ground, her skin matching the color of her hair ruffled by a sudden breeze.“His majesty is waiting for you.”The ceremonial uniform of a high-ranking military officer suited her perfectly. Its collar, made of royal blue silk, covered the lower part of her throat, her chin peeking out over the inner lining of her uniform adorned with two golden koi fish, emblem of Aterna. The scarlet stitching on her coat accentuated the golden buttons fastening her black jacket, the hint of a beige shirt visible at the exposed crease between her human torso and her centaur’s hindquarters.“A… Amelee?!”The soldier’s surprise went unnoticed, drowned out by the constant bustle surrounding the royal
palace.

The soldier’s breath echoed inside his helmet with the visor closed. The palace was… dazzling. Wealth and luxury he could never have imagined surrounded him on all sides, the carpet he stepped on in sync with Amelee more valuable than his house.[ Did I even have the right to set foot on such luxury? ]He unconsciously wondered, the gazeless stare of Amelee answering his question before he could ask it. A thrill ran down his spine; even a ‘no’ would have been more cordial.An uneasy laugh escaped Jeremiah’s lips. He shook his head, his attention diverted to one of the many paintings adorning the walls: a magnificent landscape depicting the Eastern District during Nico’s youth, before nature gave way to pomp and extravagance. The sun painted in watercolor was magnificent, the artist’s brushstrokes as precise as this style allowed.[ Ater. ]Thought the young soldier, noticing the signature on the painting. Some of these works of art bore that name, all bathed in sunlight. Most were portraits- with others appearing in reflections, but occasionally, these rare exceptions exuded a certain nostalgia, as unusual as it was captivating.[It’s a shame this artist stopped painting.]His steps slowed for a moment, his mind too absorbed in contemplating the artwork. The date written next to the signature was old, a few years back, like all the other works. The number of paintings seemed to have gradually decreased over time, their subjects appearing to be less in focus; at times, even blurred- secondary. Each subject grew less and less luminous, until the artist simply stopped painting altogether. Their last painting hung in front of the door that Amelee knocked on, oblivious to how far behind was the man she was supposed to guide: a portrait of Nico rendered in cold shades of gray, devoid of any reflection. Just below the frame, a silver plaque bore the name of the hall in front of which they stood.{ The Hall of Oaths. }“Sire, Soldier Jeremiah has arrived for his knighthood.”No words came in reply to Amelee. Instead, the immense, immaculate white door swung open
before her, two masked servants standing behind it.“Wow.”The eyes barely visible behind Jeremiah’s helmet widened at the sight before him. If the palace was the embodiment of luxury, then this hall was beyond the realm of his imagination. A huge red carpet stretched out before them, Amelee urging him to walk upon it.“Don’t keep His Majesty waiting.”With his first step, the entire hall came into view. A row of officials stood at attention on either side of the carpet and alongside numerous marble pillars, their military uniforms spotless. The rays of light streaming through a glass dome, adorned with a mosaic depicting the Crownmothers, bathed the tips of his feet as he advanced. The immense round table in the center of the room was perfectly illuminated by the dome above it, a sight that made his heart race.[What?]He slowed his pace, his steps becoming slightly unsteady. At the far right end of the room stood his father, alongside other high ranking military officers in ceremonial uniforms. Their gazes were fixed on him, a bead of sweat rolling down his spine. Yet it was not them who made his movements stiffen. At their opposite, on the left side of the table, were seated the three Crownmothers, Aternen facing a pile of documents written in ink that was still wet. Her tail rubbed one of the jade jewels sewed to her ample clothes adorned by a poncho blazer, slightly stiff.[Even the three Crownmothers are here?!]Jeremiah’s thoughts wandered, lost in the diamonds worn by Ariel, lost in the golden necklace subliming Lemon’s figure. His breathing quickened. No matter how reassuring Ariel’s presence was, how vivid the memories of her cheerful personality still were in his mind, or how deeply Lemon’s gentleness remained clear in everyone’s memory, the pressure became unbearable. The sound of Amelee’s hooves behind once again urged him to keep moving forward.[ I… ]He looked at Aternen, who struggled to keep eye contact with anyone. His heart raced once again, his mind filled with interrogation as she turned her face away from his. Instead of standing tall, she clutched her chest with her right hand, a deep sorrow etched in her gaze, hidden. Her breath clenched, mirroring her body as it took an involuntary step to the side.“Amelee…”Her glare pierced the person whose name she had just spoken as she regained her composure, a gesture Amelee returned with a savage smile. The two sized each other up in a spectacle invisible to everyone else, their animosity concealed beneath a mask of cordiality. A spectacle none could ever have guessed; a massive painting overshadowed it. Standing behind the round table, the light of the dome shone upon it.[ This is a world different from mine… ]This realization hit him like a ton of bricks the moment he stood before the immense painting. The three Crownmothers were depicted there in their finest attire alongside Nico, all four sharing a simple picnic on the beach, smiles on their faces; a scene that citizens once enjoyed. The colors were vibrant, the artist’s signature hidden in the sand.{ Gardenia. }“Please.”Amelee declared in her most solemn voice. She stamped her hind hoof like a soldier, her spine perfectly straight. The sound of her movement echoed through the hall, and silence fell as everyone realized the gesture she had just made : The Royal Military salute of Aterna.“Bow before your sovereign."A shiver instinctively ran down Aternen’s spine at this sight. Amelee’s right thumb pressed into her right shoulder, her military bearing, the empty sword sheath strapped to her side, and the few scarlet stains hidden beneath her ceremonial jacket... all made her feel dizzy. Ariel and Lemon clenched their fists at her side in a silent gesture of revulsion, while Jeremiah’s father and a few officials squinted their eyes; a reaction quite different from that of the other military officers. They all took their positions, their salutes perfect. When they traced the front of their throats with their fingernails, the three Crownmothers stepped away from the round table, their backs to the wall. Behind them stood a single velvet chair in the right corner of the room, its gilding even more brilliant than the gold stored in a chest at its feet.[ It’s time. ]Jeremiah took a deep breath, his lungs aching from being so full of air, the only way to calm his
heart. He took a nervous step forward, passing the table and the Crownmothers, who watched him go, until he stood before a single person: Nico Aternia Soft.“My most sincere greetings, my lord.”The soldier knelt with a dignity befitting a gesture practiced hundreds of times in preparation for this very moment. The clang of his armor echoed across the two steps separating him from his lord, drowning out the faint cracking sound made by Aternen’s fists as she clenched them tightly.Standing before Jeremiah, the figure in whom he had placed all his faith stood with the utmost nonchalance, not showing a shred of respect for his devotee. Total disinterest was etched on his face, the innocent crown Aternen wanted to protect now far from what he used to be.“I am here in accordance with your will, and I bow before Your Majesty.”The shadow of a pillar fell across Nico’s face, his pink hair being the only thing illuminated by two stained-glass shaped as koi fish swirling in icy hue. The tea prepared for the ceremony was untouched, as well as the baked goods with it. The sight was dull. As dull as the flag of Aterna hanging limp behind him, as dull as Nico’s tongue reflected in his wannabe soldier’s armor. Amelee took her place in front of the round table, in the center of the room.“The knighting ceremony for the knight-in-training Jeremiah is about to begin.”The audience held its breath; Aternen’s ahoge flopped. She clutched her right arm, her attire ill-suited for the sight offered to her. A feeling hitched her bones, something she could not put her fingers curved like claws on. Was it rage, or… No. This felling; it lingered into her core like rot, the colors of the worlds drained a little more each time she thought about it.“This isn’t supposed to happen…”She whispered unconsciously, the only murmur uttered in the silence that followed Amelee’s words, louder than a thousand voices. The lips of Amelee writhed, pure disdain lodged in her eyes aimed at Aternen. She quickly made sure that Nico didn’t saw her reaction, then spoke again, just like nothing happened.“Let the aspirant swear allegiance to his one and only lord and reaffirm our motto.”Aternen’s heart sank. She was unable to hold back her own whisper, this time too quiet for anyone to hear.“Our motto…”“I, Jeremiah Coal, swear allegiance to my lord: Nico, emperor of Aterna. I pledge to protect his
Empire no matter the dangers and to obey his orders without fail or hesitation. My mission is to
fight evil and uphold my lord’s word. I’ll paint the warpath crimson red before my nation’s crown is bled.”Aternen bit her lower lip, the taste of blood spreading through her mouth. Without waiting for Jeremiah to finish speaking, she left the Hall of Oaths under the worried gazes of Ariel and Lemon. Her steps did not stop until the door had closed behind her, in front of a painting rendered in shades of gray. He had changed so much.“In Aeternum Regna!”Jeremiah’s final words finally echoed in the hall, as strong as any oath.“Jeremiad.”Nico declared, not remembering the name of his own soldier mentioned a few seconds ago.
“Do you think you’re qualified to serve us?”“Yes, my lord.”Responded Jeremiah with utmost respect.“I want to be one of the names written in history when such a great empire falls…”His eyes suddenly widened, his breath accelerating uncontrollably.“N-Not that I’m saying you’d fall, your majesty…”“Oh, really?”The sound of a sword crashing to the ground rang out, quickly followed by another remark laced
with mockery.“Such confidence…”He looked at Jeremiah, not a single feeling left to spare for him in his eyes, in his condemnation.“But how dare you think that.”Nico’s voice faltered, like a feigned whisper audible to everyone.“When you’re nothing but a stray dog?”Nico slum back into his seat, a grin itched on his face.“Do you think your little rehearsals and lessons are enough?”Lemon bit her lower lips, Ariel chest pounding. They knew what Nico was about to say, or so they thought.“You are… pathetic,”Concluded Nico, his back arched toward his interlocutor.“Feremiad.”“I apologize, my lord. I was presumptuous; please forgive me.”Replied Jeremiah, his voice perfectly clear despite his clenched teeth. His body was still knelt, not moving from a millimeter despite the unfolding of his own words.“Oh? You wish for us to forgive you?”Nico’s grin became even wider.“In that case.”He held out his bare foot in front of Jeremiah’s face, his eyes crinkling with pleasure. The gesture made Lemon and Ariel tense up, realisation hitting them.“Show me just how devoted you are to me.”“Nic-”Ariel began, hesitating to reach out her hand toward him.“Emperor Aternia Soft, perhaps this is…”Nico’s lack of attention overwhelmed her; he couldn’t care less about her words. She stopped, a deep burning ache raging in her stomach. It was… She withdrew her hand close to her shoulder, unable to stand still, disgusted in herself. She was not even capable of doing it, just good enough to become once again a mere spectator.“It’s ok, Ariel.”Murmured Lemon, her hands silently supporting Ariel.“It’s ok…”Once the silence regained possession of the room, Nico’s foot struck the visor of Jeremiah’s helmet.Plac“Prove your loyalty to me.”It flipped up, slowly but surely.“Now.”Jeremiah raised his head ever so slightly. A gesture immediately crushed by the weight of his lord’s icy words.“Throw away this pride or walk away with it.”The knight-in-training hesitated. His dream, what he always lived for was right in front of him, he just had to… to kiss… He hesitated. What was this dream even worth for if at this right moment he abandoned what brought him here in the first place: his pride as a man… No. His pride as a Knight. Since childhood, he had longed for this title, he had dreamed of being called a knight, his father always behind him. Even today, he was here looking at him, after doing his best to help his son. If he gave up now, what was even the point in the first place? Where was even the Prince he used to look up too.“Emperor.”He began, a chill running down his spine. Maybe his father felt the same. Maybe the press hidden in a small corner felt it too. If at this right moment he did not stood-up, he would be worth nothing more than his armor. If he stood-up now, his dream would be forever gone. His heart tightened. Throwing all of his effort, now? Destroying the opportunity his father fought for? His teeth clenched, his entire body froze in place.“Do you have something to say?”The cold voice of his Emperor made him stutter. He looked at his father, who stopped looking at him. What was he even doing?! Pride, now? Despite the storm raging in his chest, Jeremiah took a deep breath, his only way to not puke at the slightest thought of what he was about to say.“No, my lord.”Standing proudly meant nothing.He brought his lips close to the foot, then closed his eyes. Silence rang out, long, brief. When he
opened his eyes again, only the pale, ashen expressions of the Crownmothers greeted him. Only Nico’s cackling greeted him. Only Amelee’s smiling lips greeted him, twitching.[Father-]He turned toward him, a second too late. All he saw was his jacket storming off the room, lost among the disgusted officers and officials who watched him in silent horror. Amelee seemed to be the only person unaffected by the spectacle, a mere facade. She was passionately savoring every moment of it, almost sad at the thought of handing him a tissue so he could wipe his mouth. Her fake twitching smile held back… joy?maybe even envy. Whatever it was, it was mocking him.[I…]Jeremiah’s eyes trembled. He tried to get up, only to stop, frozen in place. His lord had fallen silent once more. The pitiful look on his face- it amused the emperor, it disgusted him.“Fine. I’ve seen enough.”Declared Nico before settling back into his seat. His toes grasped and slammed the top of the helm back down, pouring his intended ceremonial tea favor to wash off ‘a dog’s drool’ from himself. His eyes pierced those of his remaining crownmothers, standing still where he posted them, and gave to one of them a casual flick of his wrist.“Ariel, go fetch Aternen.”Nico closed his eyes, the multiple hesitations of Ariel invisible to him.“As for you,”He sighed.“If embarrassment is enough to make you hesitate, you have no right to approach this place.”It felt as thousands of swords tore Jeremiah’s heart apart. Tears welled up in his eyes, his trembling barely concealed by his armor.“I suppose you can just be a gatekeeper. Amelee will guide you to your post.”At his words, Amelee forcibly pulled the man to his feet, as if she’d been waiting for just that.“You’re worthless anywhere else.”Jeremiah noticed the centaur’s body language changing in real time. She seemed delighted as she dragged him out of the room before he could react, Nico’s words barely reaching them as an echo.“And even that’s a stretch.”

A streak of mud stained Jeremiah’s once-immaculate armor. Every time he opened the palace door, he withered a little more. What had happened that day, during the ceremony, continued to haunt his thoughts. With each new morning, with each new afternoon spent in front of those cold and imposing doors, his arms lost some of their strength.“Excuse me, I’ll let you in…”He said mechanically to one of the countless faces he saw every day. During his first week, he at least tried to look at them and remember their names, but what did it matter?They approached him, showed him their Aeternian emblem or their summons, and he let them pass without a word. It was better like this. During some lucky days, no one even noticed him.
“Stand up straight, you look like a dead worm. You’re insulting His Majesty’s army!”Amelee’s sudden shout snapped him out of his thoughts. He raised his eyes slightly less lively than those of a dead fish in her direction, his voice as empty as his gesture.“Yes, officer…”“Are you sure you understood?”Pure disdain tainted Amelee’s voice. Even looking at him seemed painful to her.“Yes…”Begrudgingly answered Jeremiah, a now mere shadow of himself. He never stopped thinking about it. What he could have changed, what he could have done better, what he could… He sighed in defeat.“ After all… I’ve done everything wrong…”“Eh. That’s no surprise for someone of your kind.”“I’ve brought shame upon my father and my lineage… I’ve let them down…”“There wasn’t much to dishonor to begin with.”Amelee scoffed, bored by the words of the soldier slumped against the wall in front of her.“And I said to stand up straight.”“I’m not worthy of the emperor…”“Exactly, so stand up straight and stop dishonoring him before I teach you a lesson.”Jeremiah did his best to meet her order, his head tilted slightly downward.“I’m a failure.”Despair took over Amelee's face. Talking with this broken record was useless.“At least you realize that...”She shook her head, but contrary to her expectations, her remark invigorated Jeremiah."Oh!"He lifted his head, standing tall.“So, is that what you wanted to teach me?”Amelee’s eyes narrowed in confusion.“I’ve just come to understand His Majesty’s kindness. ”“Oh?”“He acts as he reigns.”Amelee stepped closer to him, intrigued. She had no idea what Jeremiah was thinking.“And?”“He seems stern and cold, but he always acts for our own good.”“You think so ?”“Yes. He is a ruler with an iron fist, and an emperor without one wouldn’t be worth serving. Not after decades of dedication to join his ranks.”Amelee couldn’t help but laugh, unsure whether she should be amused by what the poor soldier had just said.“Exactly. You start to understand, that’s why you have to give up your whole self to devote yourself entirely to the crown.”Sarcasm took over her voice, yet, Jeremiah looked at her with utmost respect, his eyes blazing with a new light.“Devote myself to the crown from the start? Was that what I was missing to be like you?”Amelee couldn’t help but let out a whiff of disgust escape her lips, confusion crossing Jeremiah’s entire body. Before he could understand what it implied, another guard stood in front of Amelee. She had just been summoned back to the palace.She took a last look at Jeremiah. His face semed… different. Maybe a little less disgusting? Maybe more devoted to the emperor? At peace? She didn’t knew, but passed and struck him with her hind leg, just hard enough to knock him down, but not to hurt him.“No. What sealed your fate at that moment, what sets us so far apart, is that when he ordered me to do it, I didn’t hesitate for a second.”She turned around without stopping, a smirk etched on her face.“But, it’s no big deal. I can give you an advice to help you make up for it.”Without giving Jeremiah a second to respond, she spoke again.“Once your day is over, bring some grape juice to Aternen, to apologize for making her leave. She will love it.”“Wha- what? What’s-”The soldier’s questions were cut short. Amelee’s voice cut in again."Oi."It came from so far away that he coudn't even glance at her solitary figure.“Shut it and lock the gate,”The wind whipped against the armor of the-“…doorman.”

His boat wasn't even be fully docked before he leapt onto the land."Slow down! There's no rush!""We have to rush! History is being made!"He would tug and pull on Ariel's hand as he sprinted past the loaders- most of them looking up.
Never has Captain Soft been so energetic after a voyage. Usually these things are met with murmurs and gossip of the bickering between him and his first mate.But today was different- today he was simply beaming, excited and dancing in every step he took toward the guild. Today's the day he lives up to his title- one of the few legends and fabled pirates. A proper, fabled, navy leader.Ariel shared his excitement, yes- but she never expected him to be so ecstatic. Proud, sure- but for what they reeled in this expedition, could've been a Tuesday for anyone else.The gold of his coat shimmered in the harsh sunlight as he slammed open the guild doors- his silhouette hitting the eyes of all in it.A certain hostess dropped her drinks as the hallow sound of wooden jugs hit the ground.
The receptionist herself, dropped her pen if not for her jaw dropping as well. For just a moment, for just a mere second- it felt like they all froze in time.The other pirates glanced and went back to their simple drinking affai- wait, Captain Soft? Returning with something? Quickly even they were intrigued.He marched to the receptionist, Aternen- and smugly dropped a woven bag onto the counter.She would slowly open the bag- with the hostess, Lemon, peering from behind her as well. Was this for show? Or...Inside the back was one small and delicate star-shaped crystal, flickering in the light with its gleam.
In all honesty, crystal starfish are found everywhere- pretty common, even. However, the yield wasn't the reward..."T-This is the requested item." she stuttered."Found, captured and brought here by yours truly.""Which means... you met the requirements... y-you completed a bounty." Lemon would add."I have."Aternen and Lemon looked at each other- then looked at Ariel. She smiled and nodded- this was no hoax, no trick, no illusion.He really did it.***"-his ex-girlfriend, who was also a kraken got all bitchy and said 'it's like you're not even emotionally available'- like LADY. Just cause you're hot doesn't make it right ot be such a son of a- He's, like, SO emotional, yet here you are eating children in the deep end like it's not crazy to think..."
Ariel turned her head to glance at Nico, who jolted up in his chair.
"Are you sleeping?!"
"N-no..." He said, groggily- wiping his eyes.
"Well you better not be- I was just getting to how she ate his other ex's eggs! The audacity of this fish..."She continued pacing around the quarters spewing gossip- nearly knocking the few barrels left of grog with her massive tail.
He looked down at his jacket, seeing another one of Ariel's earrings- a crystal starfish, despite it obviously being made of low-grade opal from the dock shops.It's yet another 'at least you tried' award from his mom.We're not sailing high seas, taking down krakens and fighting off sharks- but just resolving random familial dramas on her side of the family.A smile crept onto his face, despite all this."I never want this to end."

Art by: -Torodai- | Story by: Nicosoft_VT