That figure like always…is always too blinding. Like the sun…too bright to see, to hot to be approached.
And like always…..he is at the center of everything.
That woman like always could only see that wide back of his. Large and reliable. But also suffocating. To always know…you could never compare with such larger than life figure.
She wanted to erase that shining back…but she also knows, even if a thousand year passes….that figure will always be on her mind.
Even now…even at this moment. And her hand almost falter. Looking at him from this translucent dome, she did not know what to feel.
But she knows what she must do
Inside the dome, it was Morgana who looked at The Prince figure, dazzling and heroic even in his weakest moment, that valiant sprit could not be hidden.
She looks as the Weronians pierced The Prince heart. Morgana was not shocked. Neither did she worried.
She knows better. Her father….would never have fallen so easily. He must have some plans or scheme
