Cinder-knight (bxb) ||completed

Epilogue #2: Cinder-knight.

Rule number one: Keep your priorities straight. You're a Knight, not a princess.

Rule number two: Do not cry. It might hurt when he'll kiss her and crown her as his bride, but remember your spot. You're not supposed to cry.

Rule number three: Stop staring. Don't show anyone what's going on in your mind, it's only going to get you hurt.

Rule number four(new): There are no rules, you're free to love whoever you want.

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"Hey, do you see that foreigner talking with our lieutenant? I heard he used to be the king of Ozoo."

"Yeah I've heard about it too. His name is Henry I think. People say he resigned from his throne about twelve years ago."

"What? Why would he do that?"

"Dunno. Some people say it might be because he lost his lover and wanted to marry that person's ashes. I'm not sure if it's true though."

"But that's not how I heard it. I heard that he was in love with a knight whose body got burnt to a cinder while trying to save the current queen of their land, and after he saw his lover's dead face he kept on getting nightmares. So he decided to leave the throne to become a knight-errant, then he married his lover's ashes and started going on dangerous quests with a wizard."

"Ah, so he's a knight-errant. That explains why he's here, probably for a mission. But honestly, it's kinda creepy now that I think about it. How did their kingdom even let him marry a pot?"

"No one knows. All we have to remember is that he's called cinder-knight, and he loves his lover's cinders more than anything else."

Henry ignored the talks he overhead about him, and hurried back to where Robert and Pase was at. He first saw Pase sitting on top of robert and ran towards them, quickly kicking the mage off his horse before taking his place over the saddle, "Mount your own horse, and don't even think of spitting bullshit about how a guy riding a female horse is inappropriate."

Pase rolled his eyes, climbing onto his mare who was a piebald one with anger issues. She was just like Avianthan, the only difference was that she wasn't able to get along with Robert like how Avianthan did, even though it's been eight years since she was taken into their cult. Pase's logic for it was that she had to be either a flaming lesbian or a resurrection of Queen Elizabeth the first.

"We live in a world where some weirdos ask their horses to call them daddy. So of course, my point is perfectly valid."

"Wow, the shade." Henry mumbled, remembering how Eric used to refer to himself as Avianthan's daddy. Though the memory made him cringe, he couldn't help but wonder if the ginger would still continue to be the mare's daddy if he were alive.

Talking about Eric...

The former prince-king-now-knight couldn't believe that it's been almost twelve years since Eric had passed away. But the memories were still vivid, although a little bit blurred. He looked up at the sky, smiling lightly as he saw billions of aureate stars encircling around the gigantic silver moon that gleamed on top of their heads. There were also few lone stars which shone on their own, without having to force themselves into the close-knit clique.

'Love you,' he mouthed at the moon, his eyes closing for a bit and he felt everything around him disappear temporarily. After having his moment with his dead love, he shook the thoughts off and guided Robert through the path the mage took before him.

"By the way, I still don't understand why people think I'm married to a pot. I'm single as a pringle, and obviously ready to mingle, as you can see."

Pase smiled in return, shrugging with his eyes gleaming playfully.

"Cinder-knight and cinder-knight. They definitely belong together, even if one is stuck in a literal pot."

THE END!

Thank you to anyone who bothered reading this far. I'm widely grateful for that, if you did so. Honestly I know this sucks big time but for some reason, I'm proud of myself for writing this. Thanks yall!

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