Sunny was resigned to his fate. Morgan had trapped him, forcing him to continue leaning on her. He had a suspicion that she was enjoying teasing him more than the play itself, and grew slightly resentful.
'Why did I let myself get dragged along?' He thought bitterly. The play itself was written and performed superbly, however to Sunny who had been there, it was embarrassing.
He had accidentally revealed that he was the Devil of Antarctica to Morgan, which he wasn't too worried about, but it gave her something else to poke fun at.
'She's like Effie.' Sunny made a comparison. 'Actually on second thought, she's a lot better than Effie.' Despite the humiliation and embarrassment he was feeling, he knew he'd be suffering a lot more if it was Effie here.
Sunny wouldn't say it himself, but he was somewhat enjoying the physical contact with Morgan. She undoubtedly did too from what he knew of her. It would have been enjoyable if not for the fact that the play was still on.
Sunny groaned while watching the romance between the two leads unfold. At some point Morgan asked him a question. "Did you have a relationship with the Guardian Angel?" He could feel the vibrations of her voice through her chest.
Sunny took a moment to process what she had said, but was soon mortified. He was panicked at first because he did technically have a relationship with her, so he couldn't say no, but he quickly calmed himself.
Many years of dealing with his flaw allowed him to lie with truths and also clear up misunderstandings. "Not of that kind." He replied. If it was him right out of his first nightmare, he would have just said 'yes', making the situation worse.
Sunny couldn't see Morgan's face, so he could only tell her emotions from her voice. "Oh?" She seemed interested.
"It's not a big deal, she's part of the Shadow Clan." Saint was technically part of the Shadow Clan, just as a Shadow and not a human. Morgan seemed to accept his answer, letting the noises from the play be the only sounds in the room.
He hesitated, debating whether or not to remove himself from Morgan. The position he was in was rather uncomfortable, but Morgan seemed to want to keep him there so he originally didn't say anything.
He stayed silent for a few more moments before speaking his mind. "Do you mind if I sit up now?" Morgan moved, he could only assume she had turned to him.
She stayed silent for a bit, before giving him one last squeeze and letting go. Sunny sat up, stretching slightly. He felt a little bad robbing Morgan of touch considering her circumstances, but the position was really uncomfortable.
To rectify this, he reached over and gently grabbed Morgan's hand, spreading her fingers and placing his own in the gaps between. She looked at him wordlessly and then turned back to the play, smiling.
The play was already mostly finished, most of the developments had been made and the final events that shook Antarctica unfolded.
Sunny was feeling melancholic watching the events that had left their mark on him to this day, perhaps it showed on his face, because Morgan squeezed his hand. This brought up his mood a bit and he smiled slightly.
'It's nice to have someone that cares about you.' Sunny felt depressed again. Leaning over, he placed his head on Morgan's shoulder, watching the conclusion of the play with a wry smile. Morgan shifted to accommodate him, and did the same. Her own head resting on his.
Sunny watched the play to the end. The appearance of the sovereigns spelled the beginning of the end as the play, and the battle to secure Antarctica, wrapped up.
The play was laced with Valor propaganda, but that was to be expected since it was funded by them in times of imminent war.
The curtains were closed as the play finished, but were soon opened again. The actors that had played each part were lined up on stage, bowing to the audience. They were met with a round of applause.
Sunny couldn't help but notice that most of them kept stealing glances at the box he and Morgan were sitting at.
'It seems they were informed of her attendance.' Morgan sighed, and reluctantly let go of his hand. She stood up with a polite smile on her face and clapped slowly but loudly.
At this display of approval, the smiles of the cast widened tremendously, and the sound of applause redoubled.
Among the thundering applause, there were now frantic, but hushed voices gossiping about the princess of Valor.
Even with his enhanced senses as a saint, Sunny couldn't catch everything, but he grasped the general consensus and effect of her appearance.
This theatre was about to boom in business, but also some speculations of Morgan would spread.
Morgan didn't really go to plays, she attended balls and distinguished ceremonies of political importance, but didn't usually trifle with trivialities.
This was why rumours about her appearance there and speculations as to the reason would be commonplace in a few days. Maybe even less considering her popularity.
Most would be utterly wrong, but others would be eerily close to the truth. As long as she provided no evidence for any of them, they would all remain of the same credibility.
Rumours that had no real basis in anything, no matter how close they were to the truth would inevitably fizzle out. Some would hold on to them, but the general public would dismiss it.
The most important action was to not give any substance to the rumours, whether by validating or suppressing them.
'What a hassle,' Sunny sighed inwardly. This was one of the reasons why he didn't like being the centre of attention.
Morgan turned to him and smiled, "Shall we depart?" Sunny sighed in relief, it was finally over.
He got up and gave her a smile of his own. "We shall."