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The d r y wintrywind {breezes} through, 

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nanamicode has entered the kingdom

Travellers seemed to be entering the capital of Kanerias at an increased rate, recently! It truly made Meygan happy; it was a sign that her kingdom was growing, even if the progress was slow. And someday, the country would be developed fully and she would have more confidence to go and speak to her. 

But for now, she would start with the oddly-dressed stranger, who -- like her -- was wandering the streets of the capital city. She put a bright smile on her face, and approached the girl, trying to seem as friendly as possible.

"Hello there, miss!" She greeted the other, tone carefree and easy. "I haven't seen you before; are you new in Kanerias?"

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You're like a microwave. You heat me up.

"I don't know what to say. In a bad way."

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You melt my fears away.

"I'm so happy for you."

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Baby you're a firewoooork. Come on let your rage just fucking buuuuurst.

"... I'm trying so hard not to punch you in your stupid prissy face."

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I SET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRE TO MEYGAN. WATCHED IT POUR AS I SLAPPED YOUR FAAAAACE.

"I'M GOING TO SLAP YOU IN A MINUTE, DAMMIT."

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Somebody call 911, Meygan's fiery burning on the dancefloor. Whoaaaa. We better cool her down, her rage will bring the roof down on the dancefloor, whoaaaa.

"GET OUT, LORRAIN."

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Is it hot in here or is that just your fiery temper?

"... I have nothing to say to you."

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Your eyes are an ocean. Your ass is also an ocean it's huge.

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"I'm very glad you think so, sir!" As the princess of the country, it made her happy when people made such comments about the land; it made her want to work to become a princess that the realm could be proud of, and to maintain the beauty of the country. From the sands of the beach, to the sprawling plains outside the capital, Meygan wanted to keep every inch of her land beautiful. "It means a great deal to hear you say that; this country is still underdeveloped compared to others, so I'm pleased you think it's beautiful regardless."

At his next words, a light pink dusted her cheeks, and she lifted her palms to her face, as though to suppress the colour.

"T-thank you sir!" Clearly, she was pleased at the compliment; being called pretty by one who did not know her social position was far more satisfying, she found. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Sir Helios," She beamed up at him once more, before shifting her gaze to the waters nearby.

"I think so too," She agreed, voice warm. "Though this is just an inland sea... When my brother comes home, I'm going to go on a journey to see the real ocean."

“I see, it’s a beautiful land from what I’ve seen.” His gaze moved around before returning to the fair princess. It wasn’t as beautiful as the celestial plains he’s come from, but it was good enough for his own tastes. He drew his arms behind his back as he observed the sights: the waves overlapping over one another, kissing at the mouth of the shore with the sun illuminating the sea in the distant horizon.

Helios’s attention soon returned to the maiden basking in his presence. Meygan huh ? An interesting name, if she wouldn’t give her level position he wouldn’t either for the sake to have a mutual acquaintance. There was no need for levels of who was better than the other.

“Meygan? A lovely name to suit a pretty girl such as yourself.”

“My name is Helios, it is a pleasure, Miss Meygan. Is that so? It is, the ocean - quite vast yet can be quite beautiful.”

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For a moment, the young princess was startled. The man before her was, quite simply, beautiful. Other-worldly, even. He seemed like royalty, but royalty far above she and her family; an emperor, perhaps. Still, she was not one to be put off for long. Having lived a life where she was free to wander her country and speak with whom she pleased, she was not put off by addressing a stranger.

"Yes, Kanerias is the name of this land," She nodded in affirmation, smile never leaving her face. "Since it's your first time, welcome! I truly hope you enjoy your time in this country," Meygan giggled happily, eyes shutting as she beamed at the stranger. "Ah, yes, my name is Meygan. What's yours?" She decided to omit the information of her position, at least for now; it would be exciting to speak to someone not as the princess of Kanerias, but simply as a girl named Meygan.

She nodded in response to his question, opening her eyes once more and gazing at the deep blue sea. "Yes. I really love it here. I've been coming ever since I was a child, with my brother; being by the ocean is very relaxing, don't you think, sir?"

Wandering.

That’s what the Titan was doing nowadays, he didn’t wish to be the pet of some arrogant brat. No way, it was way too boring to hear him talk condescending to him despite of him being the younger and more ignorant God. He wasn’t some mutt to be chained too! He was one of the Titans! He wasn’t useless unlike the other Sun God.

Soon he had found himself at the shores of some far off land that seemed quite fairytale esque from the day he stepped foot into it. He pondered if Poseidon would come up and bother him, since the Sea had been his domain. Or Oceanus or Tethys, even if they were all overthrown by the Olympians. That hadn’t mattered, at least he could remember when they were more dominant…!

It seemed, that he was approached by another. Green hues glanced to the side to come face to face with a young mortal, with fair skin and dark hair.

“Good day, young lady.”

He takes a glance around, soon settling his gaze onto her once more. “Kanerias - is that where I am?” He grins, returning the gesture, “Yes, yes I have just arrived here actually…”  His eyes turned to the sea and returned to the princess once more, ” Is this place one of your favorite places, miss?”

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The d r y wintry wind {breezes} through, 

                   and the d r y tree leaves {f l u t t e r} along. 

blazingchariot entered the kingdom

It was not an unusual sight to see the princess of Kanerias wandering around the land; in the mines, the town or by the sea, the princess had been seen in each area frequently. She was granted peace by townspeople if she seemed forlorn, and surrounded by children if she was particularly happy. 

Today, she was neither; she was calm, and at peace, so her feet had taken her to the shores of the inland sea. She stood in the shallows of the water, the waves lapping at her feet, simply enjoying the feel of the sea and the sheer warmth of the air that day. Truly, she felt peaceful.

That is, until she realised she was not alone standing by the sea; out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a figure, one she had not seen before. A traveller, perhaps? An emissary of another country? She did not know, but certainly, she was curious.

She spun gracefully on one foot, and skipped over the sand until she was a few feet away from the stranger.

"Hello, sir!" She chimed happily, smiling broadly at him. "I've never seen you before. Have you just arrived in Kanerias?"

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Something she had confessed long ago...? She had entrusted many secrets to him, though. Which one had changed him, she did not know. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again as she tried to organise her thoughts. Yes, his brother's death had changed him (she knew that if anything happened to Gulian, she would never be the same again) but it was not solely the demise of Raine that had changed him, apparently. Yet still, she was puzzled. What could she have told him that affected him so badly?

"Even though you've changed... You're still you," She said simply, looking at him earnestly and innocently. "You're still Lucien, even though you're Raine now, too..." She clasped her hands before her, letting out a deep sigh. "What did I tell you, though? I want to fix it. I don't want you to-- Hm?" Jealous? He was jealous? Of what? "I don't understand," She said again, brows knitting together. "I don't why know you're jealous. What you said makes sense but I don't really know why you feel that way." A strange, almost nervous feeling enveloped her. Something told her that his reasons would change things, if she found out, and she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to know. 

"Love like family, but in the way family is created...?" A strange phrase. A child came from a mother, and that mother came from another mother. The poor, clueless princess had no idea that the prince before her spoke of her in place of the mother, and he as the father in a family. That option simply did not occur to her. To her, Lorrain was family, but in a fraternal sense; the option of being family in the married sense was something she had never pictured with him. It was simply, to her, an impossibility. 

She flinched at his gentle touch, a familiar touch; he had done this often when they were children, she recalled, but time had torn the two apart, and he had not so much as brushed his hand against hers for a great many years. She felt herself relax slightly as he brushed his fingers through her hair; the gesture was one that brought comfort to her, though his next words shattered any illusion of peace she had even clung to briefly. 

"Why can't you forgive me?" She questioned sadly. "It was never my intention to hurt you, you know that, don't you? Hurting you pains me, too. You are my most treasured friend. I don't want you to be in pain because of me," She managed a tiny smile at his joke. "You really do need to pay more attention to your surroundings in battle, my friend. I won't always be around to save you."

As he stepped back, Meygan stepped forward, expression once again turning to worry and pain. "But even if you say that, I've still done something to cause you pain," She insisted gently. "Please, Lucien--" (for it was Lucien she pleaded with, not Lucien and Raine) "-- I want to stop your pain. I still don't understand what she has to do with this, but if there is a way I can put this right and cease your pain, I would do anything for you. You know I would." There was a fraction of a pause, before she summoned her courage, and wrapped her arms around Lorrain -- the first hug she had given him in years. She wanted to show him that she was there, would always be there, no matter what. 

Lorrain, for a moment, had to shut his eyes and sigh. Gulian had sheltered her too much. That might be her downfall; her naive personality. It frustrated him. How much would he have to say until she got it? He would never say “I love you” directly. No. She’d have to piece it together herself.

“For one, I changed. As an entire being, that is. Secondly, because of something you confessed to me long ago. You told me something long ago that made me break. I don’t resent you for it, per say, it’s more so of jealousy and I, as a child, am taking it out on you. Does that make any sense…?” He frowned, looking like a defeated child. He hated how she felt, but not she herself.

Maybe if Raine was still alive, Lucien would still be here. Maybe if Raine had lived, Lucien would never have fallen in love and if he had Raine would help him with it.

Or maybe Lucien should have died as planned and not Raine. That assassination attempt was for him. Lucien Grisandole. Older brother. Heir to the throne. Trained for the throne since birth. He cursed their perfect likeliness in appearance so much. If he had not been so much like Raine and vice versa, perhaps his brother would be alive and Lucien be dead as planned.

But then would Raine have become Lorrain?

“You were not family to me. I loved you in a way like a family is, but when it is created, you see? I know you don’t understand.” His eyes turned gentle as he, for now, tried to be as he was before. Gentle and loving Prince Lucien to feisty and energetic Princess Meygan. He reached a hand out and combed his fingers through her hair, “You might not ever understand until it is too late. But while I do not nor will ever forgive you, Meygan, I trust you. Even as we are now, I put my life in your hands for not only are we friends, we are united by kingdom by oath. I mean,” Lorrain smiled, “who else comes to save me when I get captured during war?”

The prince then pulled away and stepped back, giving a shrug of his shoulders as response. “Of course. I will always be Lucien. But as a whole I am Lorrain. Raine is within me. We are twins, bonded by blood and mind and heart.” He then chuckled softly and shook his head, “What’s stopping me? My petty jealousy. And your princess has everything to do with this. But it is not her fault. Nor is it yours. It is all mine, I suppose, if I think about it. I’m the only one at fault for this.”

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She didn't understand. She didn't understand what he meant by his words. Perhaps she had grown up in too sheltered an environment, perhaps her brother had neglected to teach her of other's feelings. But either way, she didn't understand what he meant by loving her in a different way. It simply didn't occur to Meygan that his love was of the romantic kind, of the kind she held for the Spring Princess.

"But if... If it wasn't fake, why did you change?" She questioned, finally unclenching her fists. Her hands hung limply by her sides, her shoulders hunched slightly. Her posture was defeat, confusion, and hurt. His words meant something, something important, but she simply did not understand the meaning. She wanted to, more than anything; knowing the meaning of his words would allow her to work out a plan to rebuild their friendship. That was all she wanted; she wanted Lucien back. 

"How was the love we had different? You were family to me, and I to you! We loved each other like that and we were... We were happy... I don't understand, Lucien!" Here, her tears began to fall freely; the use of the prince's former name marked just how extreme her emotions were at this point. "You never killed anything of mine; you were one of the people I loved most! You know that, so why..." She let out a choked sob, and was silent briefly as she tried to compose herself. 

"Yes you are! Beneath all this sadness is the Lucien I once knew. You call yourself Lorrain now, but you're still the same you I always knew. You're still the brother I once had, the best friend, the comrade I had," Another pause, as the princess tried desperately to calm her breathing. "I'm still a friend, why do you treat me as though I'm the dirt on your boot?! What's stopping you from acting like my friend?" A third pause. Pursuing Spring? "... I don't understand. What does... What does she have to do with this?"

Her pain hurt him. It slowly came out from her and slipped it’s way into him, suffocating his emotional heart. He had hurt her. Not for the first time, and not for the last.

Yet he would never be used to this pain he caused and received. For he loved this princess more than anything even if she would never be the one to rule by his side as he had dreamt they would someday be years ago.

“Nothing was fake, Meygan. Nothing at all.” He looked away, “Perhaps it is more accurate to say the feelings we felt for each other were not the same but the care we felt for one and other was true. How we directed it is different. You love me in a way I do not love you, and vice versa.”

He gave a pained smile, for unlike the sheltered princess before him he did not mind showing he was feeling grief for he knew nothing but that as of late. “But that no longer matters. Summer lives it’s beautiful life of happiness and joy to give to everyone all around and then Fall kills it off, bowing to Winter’s mighty aura of which will have it’s crown taken after war with Spring, the cycle repeating.”

“I cannot tell you how I changed nor why. At least, not currently. I am not Lucien Grisandole anymore, I am not the friend you once had, the boy you once knew. I am Lorrain Grisandole. Prince to Elysion. Sole prince. Only prince.” He sighed so deeply and ran a hand through his golden locks, “As I said, our friendship was never fake. You are still a friend but a foe as well. What was fake was where the friendship went, what it turned into.” His eyes then stared straight into her own, “Now, don’t you have a Spring to pursue?”

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"T-terrible princess...?"

Her fists tightened even more, turning her knuckles white; her nails cut tiny, perfect crescents into her palms. Was that... Truly how Lorrain saw her? As a blemish on her beloved country, on her family? Was she simply an imperfection, dirt on the bottom of his boot? From his words, it seemed he saw her as something beneath even dirt. From his words, it seemed she was a leper, a blemish, a curse. Had he even truly cared for her before? Had he ever really liked her? Did he consider them siblings, closest friends, as she once had? 

Tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked rapidly to clear them away. She would not cry before him. Once upon a time, he would have been the first to see her tears; now, she would rather die than display them to the Valiant Prince.

"... Did you ever see me as a friend?" She almost whispered, bowing her head, refusing to meet his eyes. "We were always together, Lorrain. Was that all a lie? Was I always simply dirt to you? You never... You used to be so kind. Why did you change?" Her shoulders were shaking, her breathing unsteady. Trying to hold back the tears was proving more and more difficult by the second. "You never used to 'kill off all I loved'. You were the closest friend I'd ever had," A dry, humourless laugh came from her throat, a sound so unsuited to the princess of summer. "It was a lie, wasn't it? Our friendship was fake."

It was a pity. He truly wished he could verbalize why he was so cruel to her now for to have been so loving towards her and then to take a complete 180 was quite reeling. However, his pride would not allow it. He knew he was being a foolish child of whom was upset he had not gotten his way.

But for this one time, he wished to allow himself that. For he had lost his brother and his father’s kindness towards him and he was now losing his mother. Everything was as the season he stood for. Fall. Everything was withering away and falling down to it’s death. He swore he would not allow his kingdom to do the same. His country must be perfection. Even if their prince was not.

“Your people have a,” It hurt him to lie. “terrible princess that will come to rule soon. It is all her fault that things are the way they are. Summer and Fall were never meant to be together, I kill off all that you love. It is my duty to Winter.” And Winter he would love. For Winter was cold but the cold warmed his heart like an ice that was so icy it burned.

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雨少女ちゃんと晴れ少年くん。

ふたりが出会えば奇跡が起きる。

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"Why you...!" Enraged, she clenched her fists and grit her teeth. It was true, mines were dangerous, but her dear brother had done everything he could to ensure that the Kanerian mines were as safe as they could possibly be. "Take that back this instant! You know that Gulian did everything he could to make the mines as safe as they can be! He worked so hard to protect our people, and I won't have someone like you slander my brother's efforts!"

The princess of summer was both furious and hurt; the Lorrain she had known would have never said something like that to her. The Lorrain she knew had been kind and princely and had treated her kindly. She had loved him dearly, as a treasured friend, as a brother. He had truly been an inspiration to her; she saw him as the 'ideal' prince, one who she one someday be an equal to.

But now Fall had lost his gentle beauty. Fall had become as dead as dry leaves and withered plants. That beauty and kindness she had once known was no more. He was kind, but tough; gentle, but firm. 

Why wouldn't he treat her as he did others? Why would he not be her friend anymore? 

“My people are never bored. We are perfection. My people are free to do as they wish in fields of green and lakes of blue and forests of black. There is no danger of becoming buried deep within mines of darkness full of nothing but gems that are rather worthless when you’re alone and nearly dead.” The prince scoffed and made a quick gesture with his head, causing his blonde locks to flick away out of his sapphire hues.

However, behind icy words and heated insults, the prince’s heart throbbed. He missed the princess of whom he had fallen in love with. A princess of strength yet delicacy. Neither a damsel in distress nor a strong war queen; she was in balance as everything should be. Kind yet could hold a battle of words. Silly but intelligent. Foe and friend.

That was the Meygan he fell in love with years ago.

But time had passed, Summer desired Spring and, honestly, who did not? Everyone loved Spring, after all. He and Winter were now a pair to be reckoned with rather than he and Summer. And that, Fall had decided, is how it should be. He would do his best to love Winter like his father ordered. For Winter killed away the pain in his heart.