Our Last Meeting?

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In this time, the fire got strong, Sophia heated the tip of a dagger over the flames until it glowed red. The princess stood nearby, watching with an uneasy expression.

"This is going to hurt," Sophia warned, holding the blade steady.

Roy didn't react. "Just do it."

Without hesitation, she pressed the hot metal against his wound. The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh, and the smell of burnt skin immediately rose.

Lily flinched at the sight, but Roy didn't flinch, didn't make a sound. His expression didn't even change.

Sophia worked quickly, sealing the worst of the wounds. When she finally pulled back, she exhaled, wiping sweat from her forehead.

Lily shook her head slightly, watching Roy as if he were something unreal. "How can you not feel that?"

Roy rolled his shoulder, testing the arm. "I've felt worse."

Sophia sighed, wrapping fresh bandages over the burned area. "Try not to get shot again for a while."

Roy didn't respond, only adjusting his coat before standing up.

The princess hesitated before speaking again. "You didn't have to do that."

Roy finally looked at her. "It was instinct."

She held his gaze for a moment, something unreadable in her eyes.

Sophia tied the last bandage firmly and said worriedly. "Stay here, we will finish this, get some rest for now."

Roy exhaled, rolling his shoulder slightly despite the pain. "No promises."

Sophia sighed but didn't argue, stepping away.

Nearby, Lily turned to Elena. "Give us a moment."

Elena hesitated but nodded, stepping back before walking away, leaving only the two of them. The battlefield around them was still filled with movement—soldiers tending to the wounded, commanders making their final preparations—but for a moment, it felt like none of it existed.

Lily took a step closer, her eyes locked onto Roy's. Her gaze lowered slightly, settling on the necklace resting against his chest.

"That necklace," she said softly. "Where did you get it?"

Roy glanced down at it, his fingers brushing against it. He was silent for a moment before answering. "I don't know. I don't remember."

Lily's expression didn't change, but there was something in her eye; something deeper, almost hesitant. "Then why do you still wear it?"

Roy looked at her then. "Because it feels important." His voice was calm, as if he had thought about this before. "Even if I never remember why… I'll still keep it."

Lily's lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

The silence between them was heavy but not uncomfortable

She breathed slowly, her hands tightening slightly at her sides. "Then... don't lose it, keep it up and I'm sure you'll remember one day."

Roy nodded slightly, his expression a little surprised.

For a brief moment, it felt like there was more to say. But instead, Lily turned, taking a step back toward her people.

Roy didn't stop her. He just watched as she walked away.

And just like that, she was gone, leaving some unanswered questions.