Sakuramoria

In the dim light of the bedroom, and with Moecchi Starlight’s barely perceptible breathing, he resembled a marble statue or a lifeless mannequin, similar to those the students had seen in the tower of trials, but with Futaba’s presence and her words, bright colors reappeared in the king’s dull eyes. The king’s sudden awakening came with a deep, painful breath and a subsequent groan. - Futaaa! - Almost reflexively, the old man embraces his wife tightly, as if it were a natural position for their bodies. - How glad I am to see you again! - Tears of great joy appear in the king’s eyes. - This dream felt like an eternity... - He kisses her on the cheek, then on the lips, then on the forehead. - But I never doubted for a second that you would free me from this nightmare! - *Kiss, kiss, kiss*. - My beloved... Even though I was unable to respond to you, I heard everything... And I am angry! I will not forgive those who caused your tears! Tell me how you want me to deal with the scoundrels, and I will do it!