[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: PARK BOM AND I ~ 2NEI]
Anticipation hung heavy in the air of Morado, thicker than the sweet scent of fading cherry blossoms. A hush had fallen over the kingdom, broken only by the soft rustle of silk banners and the chirping of birds.
For days, Morado had pulsed with a quiet thrum, every heartbeat echoing the question; would the twins be named today?
Finally, dawn bled gold across the horizon, the first rays painting the palace windows with the promise of an answer.
Axilla ran through the hallway, with the hem of her dress making ruffling sounds as they made contact with the ground.
"Stop running, Love," Cortez called from behind.
Axilla stopped in her tracks, going to hold Cortez. "We should be fast; if we place the name we chose for twins first, there's every possibility it'll be picked." She tugged him excitedly.
