Summary: “Is it truly that simple?” Kikyo remarked. She crossed her long legs and gazed at Kagome’s shoulder, where the light pink fabric snagged on the bamboo stalk behind them. Kagome managed a shrug. “I don’t know how it ever worked in real life. I’ve only read about them in books. In those, well...the knight would sorta grab the princess’s hand, kiss it, and declare his knighthood. And that would be it.” She paused, chopsticks hovering over her half finished bowl of soba. “I’m sure it’s more complicated than that, but...I don’t know. There’s something nice about simplicity.” “I see,” was all Kikyo said. She reached for Kagome’s hand, cradling it in her own. Her touch was cold, yet gentle, like collapsing in the soft hug of a winter snowdrift. She brought Kagome’s hand to her lips and kissed it. “Like this, then?” “Y-yes...” she murmured. Her chopsticks fell somewhere to the ground beside her. “Something...something like that.”