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“Finn. Can you promise me something?”
“What is it, Consul?”
As a war started to rage between unspecified forces and the Kingdoms, many had volunteered to fight for their side, or die trying. Financier had been one of them. As a knight of the divine light, she would not just stand by and watch her people die like that. However, she also had her personal life to tend to. For example, the gleaming silver band around her right fourth finger.
“Please, we stand here not as Consul and bodyguard right now, but as soon to be man and wife. Clotted Cream is fine. Can you promise me something?” The Consul looked closely at his paladin, admiring every detail of her face in the setting sun with a sad smirk.
“Then, uh- Clotted Cream, what do you need me to promise?” Finn still isn’t very used to informalities, Clotted Cream noted.
“I want you to promise that you’ll stay safe in the war. I know you’re going on the frontlines of the battle, but I still want you to promise that you’ll be safe. That after this long and tiring war we’ll finally be able to look each other in the eyes and say our vows. That we’ll be able to get that large house with big windows to watch the sunrises. That we’ll live out the rest of our lives happily together.” A tear slipped from his eye as he turned his head away, watching the vibrant colours of the sunset.
“I can’t promise that I’ll be fine, but… I’ll try to stay safe.” Financier raised her hand slightly to wipe off the stray tear that slid down Clotted Cream’s cheek.
“Until we meet again, dear.”
-Time skip-
Clotted Cream sat in his study, signing documents and placing them neatly in a pile. Even though he was doing a mundane task, he could not help the smile that spread over his face. The war was finally over. Daydreaming of his stunning fiancée walking the aisle in a cream-coloured dress, he nearly didn’t notice the quiet knock at his door. Opening it, he found Madeleine outside his door. However, instead of the paladin’s usual smug look and wide grin, the Consul caught sight of crestfallen eyes.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Consul.”
The words hit him like a ten-pound sledgehammer as his brain struggled to comprehend what Madeleine had just said. Financier promised! She promised she would come back! A stray tear fell from his eye as he stared at Madeleine in shock.
“I- I’m sorry, I need a moment-”
The grieving Consul all but slammed the door on Madeleine, sinking to the floor and letting lose floods of tears. His beloved! No more were his dreams of capturing her smooth lips in a kiss as the guests cheered for them. No more were their shared dreams of owning a house of their own, far away from house Custard, with big stained glass windows to watch the sunrise with each other every morning. No more was the false hope of growing old with her, and them peacefully laid to rest in each other’s arms.
Financier-
Was no more.