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122. “Don’t let anyone, ever, make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

“…I’m sure I’m the last person that needs to tell you this.” She…simply felt the flower girl she believed was dead…was still alive. it was time to let go of that thought, as well as let go of any ambitions of having her, as well, completely from her mind. 

The woman rose a brow, seeing the blonde’s face somewhat flush with color before Claudia looked to the ground. It made her worry about the blue eyed woman. When she spoke, Aeris looked more confused and worried.

“Claudia…? Look…if it’s hard…you don’t have to tell me. Ok?” The woman spoke gently, slowly taking her clenched hands into hers with a small smile. She didn’t want to force the woman to tell her something that she wasn’t ready to speak about. “But….if you do, I’ll listen.”

“…N-no…I’ll talk.” She took solace in the fact that the brunette was so attentive to her feelings…locked into her emotions. She allowed her hands to be touched, looking down to find the words she wanted to say on the matter. 

A smile spread across her lips, a small hand coming to rest against the taller woman’s cheek. “Don’t apologize…please. You’re here now, right?” That’s all that mattered. That she was here with her no matter what.

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122. “Don’t let anyone, ever, make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

“…I’m sure I’m the last person that needs to tell you this.” She…simply felt the flower girl she believed was dead…was still alive. it was time to let go of that thought, as well as let go of any ambitions of having her, as well, completely from her mind. 

“…I…I just…” It was difficult to get words out…considering it would go back to renewing her aspirations to have her again. Her hands gripped each other, as she averted her eyes tot he ground.

“…I…knew you once…but as someone else…” It sounded complicated…but tender memories caused her to hesitate.

The woman rose a brow, seeing the blonde’s face somewhat flush with color before Claudia looked to the ground. It made her worry about the blue eyed woman. When she spoke, Aeris looked more confused and worried.

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122. “Don’t let anyone, ever, make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

“…I’m sure I’m the last person that needs to tell you this.” She…simply felt the flower girl she believed was dead…was still alive. it was time to let go of that thought, as well as let go of any ambitions of having her, as well, completely from her mind. 

A light smile reassured the woman, before she nodded. "I'll be sure to take your advice..." She spoke softly before her brows furrowed together.

The woman pressed a finger to her lips in thought. Her brows strung together in thought. What could be her mysterious friend’s secret? There definitely wasn’t a lot she knew about the blonde yet, but something seemed familiar about her. The brunette couldn’t place her finger on it.

So the woman circled around the taller female, scanning her up and down to try and figure what that familiar thing was. Aerith stopped right in front of Claudia, scanning once more before locking eyes with the other. Wait…was that what she thought it was?

The florist leaned in closer to the woman’s face, staring her right in the eyes. So blue…they practically glowed.

Glowing eyes? Aerith had her answer right there. SOLDIER’s eyes glowed with mako because of the enhancements they go through…

She noticed the other flower girl circling around her, wondering what could possibly be on her mind…? She thought deeply into her answer, regardless of her slight concern of what may be coursing through that brain of hers. “…Used to.” She answered simply before she chose to elaborate. 

“No king?”  For a moment, the raven sat dumbfounded.  The young prince had never thought about a kingdom without a king.  Though he was youngest and would most likely lose the competition for the throne to the much elder and more diplomatic Sephiroth, he realized that she was making a comment about his own livelihood.

Did the woman not realize that without a king to rule, the kingdom would fall to ruin?  There would be no peace, arguments about the land, political downfall, economic collapse—war.

Did she not realize what the king did for her?  Did she not realize that it was the king’s existence that made it so she could live comfortably?

“You realize what saying that means, don’t you?”

He rose from his chair, standing so he could approach the woman who wanted to make her voice so well-heard that she scheduled an audience.  Or maybe she was forced into an audience. She could be executed for such words—it was lucky that it was only Zack who had to listen to her.  Anyone else would have had her executed on the spot.

“Do you dance at all?”   It was a silly question but in his youth he was taught that the best way to get close to a lady was to dance with her. That was before all expectations of having a normal son was off the table, after all.   Whether she knew what she was doing he was already placing one hand on her waist and guiding her into the first step.

Friends.  He let out a soft breath of disappointment, but it was better than nothing. Friends worked just as fine. Having someone around that knew about his curse was nice, someone other than the closely kept guard.   “I have one friend,” the raven explained, twining his fingers into her warm ones.  “That blond guard.  We’ve been together for as long as I remember.  He came up with the veil trick.”  If he stands behind a curtain, he isn’t directly looked at and can be seen as a human man.  Just like when Zack was alone he cast a human shadow.  That way the ceremony had gone off without a hitch and he looked like a real man.

The green-eyed woman had spoken to him once before, and was very surprised how quiet he was. Almost shy. Their conversation was polite, nothing of depth besides simple greetings. He seemed like a very good man, the woman could just tell. Aerith could tell that Zack was a kind man too, and it was the circumstances that painted him differently. “I’ve met him before. He’s was very quiet.” The woman added, a small smile on her face to say that he did leave a good impression on the woman. 

“No king?”  For a moment, the raven sat dumbfounded.  The young prince had never thought about a kingdom without a king.  Though he was youngest and would most likely lose the competition for the throne to the much elder and more diplomatic Sephiroth, he realized that she was making a comment about his own livelihood.

Did the woman not realize that without a king to rule, the kingdom would fall to ruin?  There would be no peace, arguments about the land, political downfall, economic collapse—war.

Did she not realize what the king did for her?  Did she not realize that it was the king’s existence that made it so she could live comfortably?

“You realize what saying that means, don’t you?”

He rose from his chair, standing so he could approach the woman who wanted to make her voice so well-heard that she scheduled an audience.  Or maybe she was forced into an audience. She could be executed for such words—it was lucky that it was only Zack who had to listen to her.  Anyone else would have had her executed on the spot.

“Pretty much struck out every chance I ever had for getting a girlfriend.”

“So when I heard I’d gotten in an arranged marriage I was kinda happy.  And thought I’d get a chance to actually be with somebody.” He wound his finger around his ear and shook his head.  “And then reality kicked in…” 

He expelled a soft breath.

“I know you’re not happy. And I know a week’s notice to marriage is terrifying.  I only got a day’s more notice than you…” he stood. 

“I’m going to show you something though.” He crossed the room to blow out the candle.  And their room was easily enveloped in black.

“I’m not the most comfortable with being seen, obviously…” in the pitch, he struggled to find the other person in the dark.  His hand brushed her side. “Oh.”

“I figure I should at least let you in on my trick since you are trying to apologize.  This will…at least…make me tolerable when those nights do come.”  Blindly he found her arms and traced down so his thumbs could find the center of her palms.  “Here.”

Aerith wanted to believe the storybooks she read by candlelight. Her parents had left her alone in this castle, with only servants and a tutor to keep her company. Even then it wasn’t the same as having a friend...The young princess had found solace in fairy tales. True love and happy endings. Yet the stories she read about arranged marriages weren’t pleasant...and never ended well.... “I’m sorry.” She murmured, looking down at her feet for a brief moment before her attention turned back to him..

Emerald orbs flickering over him in confusion. What was he talking about? What was he going to show her? Her eyes blinked as the room went dark, she couldn’t really make out anything as something– no...someone brushed against her side. To her dismay, she let out a small squeak in surprise as she jumped a bit. Even though it couldn’t be seen, a light blush dusted the queen’s cheeks before his hands began to trail down her arm. Her skin rose, before Zack began to speak once more. It was him. Her eyes widened, realizing the reason why when they kissed...it was that of a man and not a beast. 

Small hands were placed on his face, shaky as they were as finger tips brushed against his nose to trace the curves it made. They trailed downwards, tracing the shape of his lips before her hands moved to his jaw. Aerith slowly closed her eyes, as the dim moonlight seemed to spread across the room as her eyes adjusted. From what brunette could tell, Zack was a very handsome man and also....a very sad one. “I’m...I’m so sorry....” She whispered, as she shook her head. Aerith could only imagine what he suffered through, and she only made it worse. All because she had to be selfish. 

“I have no right to complain...about anything. Not after you’ve most likely been through. I don’t have the right. I apologize for my selfishness...I just....” She paused for a moment, before shaking her head. Aerith wasn’t going to make up excuses. Zack didn’t deserve that. “Never mind...”The woman’s hands began to drop, as Aerith slowly inhales before taking his hands. How large they were compared to her own, as Zack’s hands were slowly lifted to her cheeks, and held there as she tugged up a smile. “It’s only fair...I can only imagine how weird it is to have someone trace your features.” The small woman gave a light laugh, to lighten up the situation.

“No king?”  For a moment, the raven sat dumbfounded.  The young prince had never thought about a kingdom without a king.  Though he was youngest and would most likely lose the competition for the throne to the much elder and more diplomatic Sephiroth, he realized that she was making a comment about his own livelihood.

Did the woman not realize that without a king to rule, the kingdom would fall to ruin?  There would be no peace, arguments about the land, political downfall, economic collapse—war.

Did she not realize what the king did for her?  Did she not realize that it was the king’s existence that made it so she could live comfortably?

“You realize what saying that means, don’t you?”

He rose from his chair, standing so he could approach the woman who wanted to make her voice so well-heard that she scheduled an audience.  Or maybe she was forced into an audience. She could be executed for such words—it was lucky that it was only Zack who had to listen to her.  Anyone else would have had her executed on the spot.

He crossed his arms, averting his eyes from her. “But I want you to admit it to me that a quarter of the reason you cried so damn much that day you met me because you saw what I was. I look like a dog. I smell like a dog…” He shrugged.  “I’m pretty much a dog.  But you couldn’t find a damn reason to refuse our marriage because you know I’m a brilliant strategist.”  He huffed again, a hint of a growl threatening in his throat.

“I gave you everything you wanted so why did you come here?” A clipped laugh.  “You and I both know we’re not really going to do what real husbands and wives would be doing right about now.”

Wanted to get acquainted?  They could have done that in the time leading up to the wedding. 

"That had very little to do with it. That was a part of it, but barely any...." The woman murmured, before shaking her head with a sad smile. "I was overwhelmed. I wasn't told that the marriage was happening, so when you arrived and told me, it was on the fact that I was going to be wed." Small hands folded together before she looked back at the beast in front of her.

 "Today will not be the day that happens, but at some point, it has to." The female took a deep breath. At some point, a heir needed to be produced. She knew that she had lost this. What she had done could not be repaired so easily.

"You've given me everything my kingdom has needed, and I thank you for that." The woman finally decided to say after a long silence. Her voice soft as she made her way to the door. This had been a waste of time, hadn't it? No amount of apologies would fix this, would it...

“No king?”  For a moment, the raven sat dumbfounded.  The young prince had never thought about a kingdom without a king.  Though he was youngest and would most likely lose the competition for the throne to the much elder and more diplomatic Sephiroth, he realized that she was making a comment about his own livelihood.

Did the woman not realize that without a king to rule, the kingdom would fall to ruin?  There would be no peace, arguments about the land, political downfall, economic collapse—war.

Did she not realize what the king did for her?  Did she not realize that it was the king’s existence that made it so she could live comfortably?

“You realize what saying that means, don’t you?”

He rose from his chair, standing so he could approach the woman who wanted to make her voice so well-heard that she scheduled an audience.  Or maybe she was forced into an audience. She could be executed for such words—it was lucky that it was only Zack who had to listen to her.  Anyone else would have had her executed on the spot.

“I’m comfortable in here by myself.”  He rubbed his hands up his arms for a moment, and then yanked the red quilt from his bed.  Draping himself in it, he created a hood for himself and nuzzled his face deep inside to conceal it.  He unlocked the door.

"I'm sorry....I...My behavior has been inexcusable." Aerith started, folding her hands together as she looked down at the ground with a shake of her head. This whole marriage had been thrust upon her, with no time to prepare herself with what was to come. That was no excuse for ignoring the man.