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Summary:

A fortune teller tells Shouto about the person he’s destined to marry.

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“The queen, your mother,” the fortune teller says. “She is not among you today.”

“He wouldnʼt let her come,” Shouto confesses. “I asked.”

She reaches out to grab his hand, glances at the bruises on his knuckles, frowns, then flips it over to see his palm.

“She carries a deep hurt,” the fortune teller says. “But it wonʼt consume her.”

She drops his hand.

Shouto reaches up to touch his scar—and he remembers, he remembers how much she was hurting.

“Will I see her again?” he asks.

He hasn’t seen her in three years. His siblings are allowed to go up to her tower, but he isn’t. And that’s…alright. Shouto understands. It has to be this way.

There’s his world, and their world. She used to be in his world, but it made her hurt and it made her so sad.

“Yes, you will,” she says. “But not yet.”

Oh.

His eyes well up with tears, but he tries to remember what he was supposed to ask.

He wipes off his wet face with his sleeve first, then holds himself up straighter, trying to freeze himself solid. “Who—who will I marry?”

“A friend,” she says, a twinkle in her eye.

A friend?!

Shouto always knew he’d have to marry a rich princess, but he wasn’t sure they would be friends.

“Tell me about them.”

“A boy king, who styles himself as a god. Proud to the bone, but putty in your hands. Bright like the sun.”

A boy?

“Will he love me?” Shouto wonders.

Can he?

“Very much, little prince,” she assures. “You will have the happiest of matches.”

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