So it was true. Prince Lyon was alive. By some miracle, by some large implausibility, the violet-haired prince of Grado was once more, well, just that. Selena simply stood in the doorway, unsure of what to say. Lyon didn't notice her, looking out of his window, clearly contemplating something. The Fluorspar opened her mouth, but she words didn't come out. She simply walked over, briefly hugged him, and choked out the words "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Prince Lyon," as tears spilled from her eyes.
He didn’t think that anyone would check his room- Much less look into it. A thin coat of dust had settled on everything in it during his absence, and after dusting off a few of his favorite books in the shelf, he abandoned the task, opened the window and settled to staring out of it, over the courtyard, over the place he once lived, but he wasn’t sure if he was welcome here anymore- It had been a miracle in itself that the guards had moved for him at all with no greater explanation, that they somehow trusted him to pass. Or perhaps they thought he was a ghost haunting them. Perhaps that was the case. The prince let out a humorless laugh.
And maybe that was what had alerted Selena of his presence. He only turned his head once he heard the footsteps within his room, only a few meters away from him, and he had little time to react to the brief embrace. Lyon inhaled sharply as if a dagger had been pushed into his chest- Selena, General Fluorspar, alive- He’d sent her off to her death, and yet, here she was, having returned by some equally trivial reason as his.
The prince wasn’t sure if this was even real, but he could already feel his vison blur as the tears pooled in his eyes and he stood there, unmoving.
Why in the world was she apologising? It was all his fault, and she carried none. It was all him.
“N-no.” he finally choked out, gaze averting to stare at the floor, the tears finally falling to the floor, momentarily discoloring the wood a darker color. “Don’t… Don’t say that, Selena.”
