Kastel Celesthall, The Highest Balcony
The 12th Night After the Anathema Ends
The sky of Elysvarre is beautifully framed by the radiant glow of the full moon, creating a magical atmosphere that captivates every soul who gazes upon it. A cool evening breeze flows gently, carrying the sweet and intoxicating aromas of blooming lavender and roses, while a soft wind whispers ancient secrets from the hidden forest far below the castle, hinting at the presence of mystical beings who may observe this precious gathering, bearing witness to the profound bond being forged.
At the highest balcony of Celesthall Castle, a round dining table has been elegantly set with a silver-embroidered white cloth, creating a sophisticated and romantic ambiance that captures the essence of the evening. Two chairs await, each arranged with glossy white porcelain plates and crystal glasses that reflect the gentle glow of candlelight, providing a warm and intimate atmosphere. In the center of the table, a clear glass vase, filled with meticulously picked purple roses from the lush royal garden, which have been nurtured in soil sanctified by ancient spells, adds a touch of beauty and elegance to the atmosphere.
This night is not for diplomacy.
Not for magic.
Not for old wills.
This is the long-awaited night, a night for two souls who can finally choose each other. With every heartbeat, the extraordinary power of choice is felt, as if the entire world bears witness to the bond that is forming between them. Their trembling hands and hopeful eyes sparkle in the soft light that surrounds them.
Fitran wears a dark cloak that adds an aura of mystery, adorned with silver embroidery at the collar that reflects the candlelight. There are no battle emblems on his attire; he wishes to present himself as an ordinary man, far from the burdens of the throne. Yet, beneath his simple appearance lies the heavy shadow of responsibility, a kingdom that he may one day lead, should fate decree it.
Sheena appeared wearing a stunning deep blue gown, an elegant dress with delicate lace that flowed softly over her shoulders, radiating grace that perfectly matched the enchanting ambiance of the night. Her golden hair was styled with simple sophistication, adorned only with an elegant purple rose-shaped pin. The night air was warm and intimate, illuminated by flickering candlelight that brightened the corners of the dining room, surrounded by captivating paintings of the Elysvarre landscape that seemed to dance in the light, creating a breathtaking backdrop for their momentous meeting.
As their eyes met, Sheena's smile exuded sincerity. "I hope tonight's dinner doesn't disappoint you," she said, her voice as soft as the night's breeze.
Fitran chuckled lightly, his laughter adding to the warmth of the atmosphere that had already enveloped the room. "Even if it gets burnt, I would still eat it," he replied earnestly, his voice laced with humor. Outside the window, the natural scenery sparkled vibrantly, with the vast valley basking under the moonlight, while the soothing sounds of the night, including the hooting of owls and rustling leaves, filled the air with a calming elegance, creating a poetic melody that accompanied this hopeful evening.
On the smooth mahogany table, a tempting array of dishes was artistically laid out by Sheena's personal servant. In this cozy atmosphere, the steaming whole wheat bread, rich wild mushroom soup, and signature fruit pie from the Elysvarre plains were beautifully displayed, creating a banquet for the senses. The enticing aroma of the mushroom soup wafted through the air, evoking memories of their shared adventures in the dense forest—the backdrop of their first meeting—where they exchanged captivating stories and experiences that formed a strong foundation for their emotional bond.
As they savored the lovingly prepared meal, they engaged in gentle conversation about the little details of daily life: the flowers beginning to bloom in vibrant colors, the joyful faces of village children learning to read their first words, and the fields that were finally being replanted, thriving with new hope and promise. The soft sound of the servant's footsteps added subtle warmth to the ambiance, as if the world outside had paused its hustle and bustle, allowing them to share their tales and dreams openly.
Sheena broke the silence, "I... I love it when we talk like this. About a world that isn't always filled with threats." Her gentle smile radiated a soft light of hope, reminding Fitran of the endless possibilities that always existed, even when danger loomed over their kingdom. "Maybe one day, we can explore further, traverse the hidden wonders of Elysvarre, discover places we've never seen before, and add to our shared story." In that instant, that hope blossomed between them, like a soft light illuminating the darker corners of a night filled with uncertainty.
Fitran gently grasped Sheena's hand across the table, his voice soft yet firm as he said, "This is the world we create together." His demeanor reflected a deep conviction about the journey they were undertaking.
In their eyes, there was no kingdom. There was only the future.
In the distance, standing in the watchtower, a woman observed them with a keen gaze, safeguarding every moment unfolding beneath.
Queen Iris of Gaia.
That night, her gown was simple, made of deep blue fabric that was almost black, with a thin veil gently covering her sparkling green hair. Beside her stood Hector Alfrenzo, standing tall and silent, as if he were holding his breath under the tension that enveloped the night.
Iris did not utter a single word. She did not ask questions, but her eyes remained fixed on the balcony where Fitran and Sheena sat, as if she could not tear her gaze away from that defining moment.
The air surrounding her felt heavy with significance, filled with both hope and tension, as if the entire kingdom were collectively holding its breath, awaiting the decision to be made by their queen. The moonlight cast a soft silver glow, creating thousands of sparkles on the calm water flowing beneath the balcony, enhancing the elegant and thrilling atmosphere, heightening the suspense of the moment.
She knew her role.
As the queen who bore great responsibility.
As an observer who remained vigilant.
As the guardian of the world they fought for together, holding her people's hopes and dreams close to her heart.
Yet, beneath her strength and wisdom lay a tormenting recognition:
Jealousy.
The jealousy Iris experiences is not rooted in the power or the position that Sheena has attained. Rather, it arises from Sheena's courageous willingness to express the feelings Iris has kept buried deep within her heart, creating a profound tension between them. This highlights the emotional dilemma faced by a queen bound by duty and societal expectation, reflecting the intricate psychological struggle of leadership versus personal desire.
On the balcony adorned with sparkling lights, the fragrance of roses from the royal garden fills the night air, adding a beauty that starkly contrasts with the turmoil within her soul. Dressed in shimmering silk that cascades like a shooting star, Iris stands frozen in the darkness, feeling every word from Sheena resonate within her like an arrow piercing her heart, awakening long-forgotten pain and regret as old memories haunt her thoughts.
"I often think of you every night, Fitran."
"But I choose to be a guardian of the world, not the guardian of your heart."
The weather that night was cool, with gentle whispers of the wind carrying hopes and longing, as if trying to soothe a restless heart. Now, seeing Sheena holding Fitran's hand, Iris realized that this decision was for the best. However, it also meant losing something that could never be reclaimed. In her trembling heart, a question arose: was there anything more valuable than love hidden beneath the weight of the crown? Each wave of emotion that shook her soul made Iris feel how the world of Elysvarre seemed to hinge on a wrong choice, a choice that might never be rectified.
"Am I foolish, Hector?" Iris whispered, her tone bitter yet gentle, like the sigh of the night breeze filled with doubt.
Hector stared blankly at the starlit sky, as if the night itself bore silent witness to each unfolding drama in the kingdom, creating a tension that seemed to amplify the burdens they each carried. "No, Your Majesty. You are doing what you must do," he said calmly, attempting to bring solace to the unrest brewing in Iris's heart.
Iris nodded weakly, but within her soul, a tumultuous feeling arose, as if she were ensnared in a legacy of power that weighed heavily upon her spirit. "But Sheena... she chose not to let go," her voice quivered, reflecting her deep-rooted doubts and fears.
Hector turned to her, his eyes filled with wisdom. "She isn't burdened by the world like you are. Sheena can choose as a woman. You have to choose as a queen," he said, ensuring Iris understood the difference in the weight of their respective burdens.
Iris held her breath, feeling the chemistry between hope and responsibility clash within her.
"But for the first time... I wish I weren't a queen."
At the dining table, Fitran stood confidently and extended his hand towards Sheena, creating a warm atmosphere between them.
"Every first dinner should end with a little dance," he said, a charming smile gracing his face.
Sheena smiled shyly, her expression sweet yet filled with uncertainty. "I thought you said you weren't good at dancing," she replied, her voice soft but lively, creating a moment thick with tension.
"I've learned," Fitran shrugged with confidence. "For you."
They danced under the soft moonlight, their steps merging in perfect harmony. The objections and awkwardness that once surrounded them faded away, as if no walls remained to separate their hearts.
Outside the window, the sound of bats flitting by added to the charm of the quiet night, enveloping the scene in a mystical ambiance. The rustling leaves seemed to sing a soft melody, dancing in tune with the burgeoning romance between them, creating an unforgettable atmosphere.
Sheena whispered in Fitran's ear, "Thank you for choosing me... even though the world doesn't."
Fitran replied with a sweet smile, his eyes shining like stars in the dark night sky, as if promising eternal adventures with every step they took together, illustrating the hope and intertwined promises of the future.
In a distant tower, Iris closed her eyes, allowing the tears that had been held back by her responsibilities during the war to fall peacefully that night.
Memories of beautiful moments gone by flooded her mind, when smiles and laughter once filled the grand halls of the palace. The joyful laughter of the guards and the captivating tales often charm her heart, evoking sweet memories; yet that peace seemed forever out of reach for her weary soul, trapped in responsibilities that haunted her relentlessly.
"For this time… I will let them have this happiness."
"I am still the guardian of the world. But tonight, I am not the guardian of love."