As Elian followed Bianca in he called out to her. His frustration and confusion at seeing Ned growing more and more by the moment.
Bianca.
"He was your friend Elian. One you cherished. The only one you said goodbye to… back when we left the Crestfall people. A year ago—I remember."
Elian didn't answer. He stared past her, expression unreadable.
And? What am I supposed to do with that now?
She turned toward him. Her hand rose to his cheek, her voice trembling.
"Elian, I cherish you. You're not just my weapon. You're my Tyrant. My beloved. I want you to reconnect with him."
Her eyes gazed deep into his, voice cracking just slightly.
"He knows a part of you… I don't."
Although Elian felt confused, he knew his lover would never hurt him. And while he found it pointless and annoying, since she wanted it, he would compromise.
"Thank you," she said with a heartfelt smile.
Bianca stepped in, kissed him softly, and took the Crown from his hand.
