PeachyKiku_

Always living in a sweet and kind world, Namiya would never think things would go the wrong way, the way she never thought.

After being promised to the nearby Kingdom as a bride for treaty, she couldn’t believe her world could crumble right there, in her hands.

What was she supposed to do, abandoned by her family, not knowing who to trust anymore, alone?

If only escape could be the real answer, she would grasp it with all her will.

I cannot tell how this started or ended; I can only tell how she lived at her potential.

Namiya means growing, she didn’t want to grow.

But she had no other choices.

It’s to live.

Or not to live.

Choose your life, my dear, abandoned Princess.

The Abandoned Princess

It was a combination of rustling metal and footsteps that woke Lancelot up. But the first thing he noticed that confused him wasn't the racket at the other side of the wall, but instead the bad scribbled piece of paper on the bedside table. 


He flashily reached for it, the realisation someone he knew well entered the room to leave it. And she must have been quiet about it, if she didn't wake him up. 


The raven boy clenched his teeth right at the first sentence, the bad sensation from the past night still drenching on him. 


He didn't want to leave her side. Her face was concealing. She looked sad. Scared. But her cheerful act stated she would not talk about it, and he respected her choice. She was free to open whenever she felt ready, but she couldn't hide it no matter how much she wanted. 


That, was the little, innocent Namiya to Lancelot. 


His hands automatically followed his tensed face, his grip crumpling on the thin paper, nearly shredding the material. 


I don't know when I'll next write or say your name, but I will always think about it. 


I'm sorry I didn't tell you about what happened at the feast, but I was in a honest state of confusion , I did not want to think any more. Father and Percival arranged a marriage with Seruel, Erule' second prince. I personally have no memories of him, but I'm sure it is for the best, right?"


His lungs stopped, the air trapped as his face furrowed in a confusion state. Marriage? No one ever told him anything. But why would they? 


He was only a Knight, he didn't have any right to know or influence.


His princess was going to be another man's.


"Do you remember, right? May our fates intertwine, in a grace trail of life. I'll see you again, right? There are still many things I want to do with you.


May we see each other in the future, when no obstacles will lead us in different way. In the end, you're the best Knight I could have ever asked. Our pact is still there, right?


But I guess this is a goodbye, for now, right?


The moment he stepped in the Prince's office, various heads turned towards the voice but one.


"Oh, Lancelot. Good timing, I have something to talk with you." He flipped the document he didn't take his eyes off. "If you don't mind leaving us privacy, I have matters to discuss." With that, advisers and maids were sent off.


"What's wrong, Lancelot? You seem upset. Mind a cup of fresh brewed tea?"


"What is all the commotion? What happened? Where is Nim?"


"Ah–regarding that, you should sit down."


.5 Condemnation