LzeroS
THIS IS PART TWO, FIND PART 1 ON MY PROFILE
Peace, they said, had come.
Not with parades or divine signs - but in the quiet. In the absence of screams, the closing of wounds, the slow rebuilding of a world almost lost.
Two years have passed since the war ended. Since a prince unchained a demon and rewrote the fate of kingdoms.
chuuya rules by his parent's side, flame dancing at his fingertips, no longer uncertain. Dazai walks beside him now - no longer a myth, no longer bound, but still feared. Revered. Watched.
The courts murmur. The kingdoms pretend to forget. But power like Dazai's is never truly forgiven. And love like theirs? It unsettles.
The world is quiet. But not still.
Ash hides embers.
And some fires are only waiting to be fed.