Corruption
How gentle, how warm–
“Jin Sanscroft,” the Princess slowly enunciates the name of her first friend, her only friend, a genuine smile beginning to bloom in her face for the first time she could ever remember. She will never let go of this warmth, of this hand, “...as my friend, you may also call me by my name.”
Consequences be damned.
“Huh? Wait, but you're still the–”
“Friends don’t call each other ‘milord’ or something, after all” she reminded him, his own words thrown right back at him, “Besides, it's only fair, is it not?”
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