Hated by her lineage, Iliya Dalaminai dwells in self isolation, awaiting the day her cousin marries so she might escape the Throne.
Feared by the Gods, Sorein Chakrine's crown is mainly a relic put on display at royal ceremonies to ward off evil.
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Where were you?
He'd only seen her eyes flash with rage once before.
Sorein noticed the tension in her body. Iliya's hands stayed clasped behind her back firmly, an absent finger playing with the ring on her forefinger. Her knees remained locked as she stared at the sky before them.
He minded his business most of the time, careful not to cross the lines she set.
If they weren't speaking, he wouldn't ask questions.
If they weren't to associate, he'd keep his distance.
How could he do anything else?
All Sorein could think about was how she was right, how he should've been there to intercept the hostile Lord. He almost felt sick to his stomach considering if things might've been worse.
Above them, sparks of twinkling flame burst to life. Tiny blinks of red, orange and purple streaks, not to mention the endless swirls of blue.
Small images began dancing in the lights. One cast a sword, the other filled the sky with flowers. Each flower exploded into various different colors in wild succession, filling the air with loud cracks and shots.
As the glittering lights rained down, they transformed into petals.
A gust brushed several past Iliya's hand, the scent of wild roses and lilacs wafting past them.
Sorein watched as Qudja's giant grin blossomed into a laugh. She reached up and caught one of the petals between two fingers. It smoked and glittered before puffing into dust.
"We don't have spectacles like this in my country," she murmured.
He thought about it, gaze tracing the beautiful lights above. "Chiori is special," he agreed, nodding. "Azuris certainly doesn't possess anything so pretty."
The tiniest hint of a smirk tugged at Iliya's lips, a massive weight sliding off Sorein's chest.
She could smile, she'd come to laugh. No matter what, she didn't hate him.
Qudja on the other hand began laughing, casting a carefree glance back to them before she reached out again, touching more petals.
A blinding light echoed and radiated throughout the sky, flashing as brightly as the sun for moments. Sorein had to cover his eyes, wincing as it burned.
"It's time," Iliya whispered.
He smiled faintly. Indeed it was.
Slowly, one by one, hands began to rise into the night, Their lanterns began to stretch and glow, different colors for different souls.
Sorein lifted his arm. His mana began to stir inside him, wisps of purple forming through his fingers. They looked like small storm clouds, radiating with electricity.
