#taraseku

High in the night sky, far above the clouds of Popstar, within the Royal roads of Floralia sat the Queen, gazing up to the beauty of the night from her balcony. She had observed it countless times and yet… its enchanting sights have always absorbed her.

"Sectonia…" a familiar voice called out from behind her. Seeing his face immediately caused a smile to grow across hers, another one of Floralia's many sights that never lost their beauty…

"Taranza, thank you for joining me." Queen Sectonia patted the spot directly next to her, inviting him to sit there, which he immediately agreed to. As he did so, he gave her a cup of freshly made tea. She nodded in acceptance, taking a small sip from the warm liquid as her attention was redirected to the beautiful display put on by the skies once more…

The shine of the moon complimented her own; the light reflected off her hair in an indescribably perfect way, her face was highlighted in an angelic glow and her calm, relaxed expression could comfort him through the worst of losses…

Every day… every second he spent with her, somehow made him fall in deeper love. It's as if he was made to be with her…

"Beautiful… is it not?" Sectonia asked, after lowering the cup away from her lips.

"Indeed… more beautiful than any flower…" 

"The moon, the stars, they all hold such endless, eternal beauty..." 

The puppeteer's eyes widened as his body and hands flinched back,  he realized he had been staring at her, he quickly redirected his attention to the night skies, his cheeks flushing slightly red.

"Y-yeah." 

The queen's hair gently swayed as a gust of wind moved past them, her smile had once again faded to an almost sorrowful, longing, distant stare at the night sky.

"Such beauty… I only wish I could even have a fraction of it…" her imperfections were small, but all too visible any time her image was shown to her. Sometimes she wishes she could carve a new face… a new body, rid herself of her imperfections, and make herself as beautiful as those around her…

"You are beautiful!" The puppeteer blurted out on impulse. 

 She turned to him, sharing a simple, but forced smile. "Thank you, Taranza."

He could see through that… he has seen that same smile hundreds of times before when she felt this way… to him, her beauty, inside and out, surpassed any moon, her shine dwarfed any star and yet… she could never see this…. He wished he could do something, **give her something** that would show her what he sees when he looks into her eyes, *reflect* her true image at her and… ultimately *make her desires of being glad with her beauty come true*.