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        Being pulled into an embrace sure made Ephraim almost melt. His body relaxed, eyelids falling shut for now- until the other spoke once more and eventually moved away- breaking the moment. Which, his body protested against, eyebrows being brought down slightly in a frown before he eventually noticed that smirk upon the sniper’s lips. Oh, right. Business. As in.. Actual business between kings. He almost forgot that it was a thing mostly due to the other’s presence.

   Shaking his head, Ephraim stepped back, moving to lean against his desk and crossed his arms- almost pouting. Yes, they had to talk about business.. but after that, what? Would they be free of doing whatever they wanted? He hoped so. But now, he had to focus- he had to keep his feelings out of the way until they were done. 

             “Right. Er..”

    Hesitation was clear in his tone and perhaps it was because he completely forgot what they were supposed to talk about- gods damn it, Innes. Blue eyes gazed over to the sniper and all that Ephraim was able to manage was a sheepish smile- accompanied with a somewhat nervous chuckle.

           “Honestly, I.. don’t remember what we were supposed to discuss.”

        If there had been one thing he didn’t expect when Innes visited over once more- it was the fact that he had now a fiancée. Once the sniper had explained everything, the words had weighted heavily on Ephraim’s mind, but by his behavior, it was clear that his world had been shattered. He wasn’t going to blame Innes for this, for that he could see in his eyes that it also pained him. 

       But all he could do was ask him to leave- and when he did, Ephraim waited, making sure that they were far enough so that no one could hear him. One hand resting upon his desk while the other had covered his mouth to stop any sound from coming out, his legs slowly gave up, forcing the king of Renais to sit on the floor, head leaning against the side of his desk.

                   He would be fine.. would he?

                               At this point he wasn’t sure, he didn’t even want to face Innes anymore.

    A choked sob left his throat as he closed his eyes. He had been too late.. had he? And just when he had gathered enough courage to finally open up about this.. only to have his hopes shattered that easily. He wasn’t even mad about that, he was mad at himself- about the fact that he should have stepped up sooner but his fears actually had gotten a hold of him before, stopping him from fully doing so.

              Yet, he knew that Innes wouldn’t be happy.

   Just by the way he had been acting- from what Ephraim had seen before he had turned away to hide his face, he knew. Though he was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard a familiar voice- his sister calling to him. Blue eyes gazed over to her but words didn’t find their way out past his lips- instead he wouldn’t move, letting her pull him into an embrace. If there was one person that was quite aware of this- it had been her. And he knew that he had been able to trust her with that.

     With her stroking his hair, Ephraim sniffled- shifting his position so that he could hide his face against her shoulder, arms moving to loosely wrap around her waist. A murmured apologize eventually found its way past his lips.

            He knew well enough that he wouldn’t be able to forget everything.

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                  He knew that voice far too well.

    To the point that he felt his heart skip a beat- something that only one person was actually capable of doing. A small sigh of relief fell from the king’s lips, eyes closing for a moment as a smile formed on his lips. Indeed, it had been a while. But they couldn’t let their feelings get in the way of their duties- which Ephraim knew they suffered from it, yet they still pulled through. Adjusting his shirt slightly, the teal haired man raised from his chair and moved away from his desk, only to step over- closing the distance between the two of them without a word.

      Hands would reach out on their own, seeking the frelian’s- only to take a hold of them. Ephraim was fully aware of how his body dearly missed Innes’ touch- being so far from each other all the time surely wasn’t kind to either of them- and he then looked up, blue eyes staring up to the other’s face, his gaze filled with affection and love- something that only a selected few would get. Though, in this case, it wasn’t familiar love- it was a lot more than that.

               “..Indeed.”

    He murmured softly as he leaned his forehead against the other’s- resisting the urge to go too forward in so little time. God, he had forgotten how long it had been and it was now just hitting him- and pretty hard, too. Pulling the other’s hands up so that they would cup his face, Ephraim found himself lowering his head, eyes closing, letting his body slowly process everything- well, more like calm down before he ended up pushing against the frelian king a bit too much seeing it wasn’t the time.

            “..I missed you. So much.”

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             “Innes, I–..”

    He stopped himself from speaking, his head lowering as he casted his gaze away. No, he could see it- he could feel it. The sniper didn’t want to hear none of what he had to say- for that he had gone forth and arranged himself a marriage- after all, he did need a heir. And after what had happened between them and the silence hanging for too long, Ephraim had thought that he wouldn’t see the other again.

   Biting his lower lip, the lance-wielder couldn’t bring himself to look up- no, he felt ashamed of himself. To have thought that Innes wouldn’t want to see him again after the fight they had before.. It was foolish of him.

           “..I… I’m sorry.”

   The words were murmured, loud enough to reach the other’s ears as the teal haired male turned on his heels, eyelids falling shut. He thought he had made a good decision- but he felt stuck now. While he still held feelings for the Frelian king, he didn’t want to end his wedding so.. abruptly. After all, he was King of Renais- he felt like he couldn’t do that. Placing his hands against his desk, he shook his head- hanging it low afterward. There was so much he wanted to say but words would stop in the middle of his throat.

                              Gods damn it.

 “ I guess  I’m a pretty shit mercenary… if I can’t protect those I’m hired t’ protect… even when I want to, I’m sorry Innes.” Death in battle was always honorable, yet she still felt ashamed of her own failure to protect her allies. Kai had been waiting for her end since the day she turned nine, and so here it was. Despite how bleak the situation looked, she was still smiling as blood dripped from her lips, eyes skyward and empty as she breathed her last.

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