Sure enough, kissing was extremely potent.
One only had to talk about it, and it would manifest with terrifyingly immediate effects.
Prince Elior’s eyes snapped open.
It happened so suddenly that several people flinched.
He sucked in a sharp breath, chest hitching as he coughed, the sound rough and wet, like his lungs were filing a formal complaint. Whatever strength he had went straight into that reflex as he wheezed, voice hoarse and utterly sincere.
"I would rather... eat broken glass... than be kissed by my aide..."
The words came out between coughs, broken up by sharp gasps for air, as if his body was personally offended by the very idea.
Silence slammed into the room.
Every single person froze.
They had been hoping he would wake up. It was just that no one expected him to wake up like this.
Moreover, no one expected to be greeted by such a strong opinion.
Ollie stared.
Luca blinked.
Rahil nearly ascended.
But none of them had reactions quite like Princess Kira.
The moment she turned her head and saw him truly awake, truly looking back at them with clear eyes instead of those closed lids that had haunted her for hours, something inside her cracked.
She couldn’t believe it.
She couldn’t believe she was seeing a responsive face instead of frightening stillness.
She couldn’t believe that the same voice she’d feared she would never hear again had just spoken.
More than anything, she couldn’t believe he was awake.
The Princess went utterly still.
She had been holding herself together since earlier. Staying strong. Distracting herself. Thinking about anything except the fact that the man in front of her might not wake up.
It was a horrifying thought that kept trying to push into her mind, one that paved the way for the realization that, if such a thing happened, their last conversation would be something even she would regret.
Learning that the procedure to treat him was over gave her the kind of relief she never thought she’d experience since learning that her father was safe and sound.
But then, soon enough, the same relief turned into worry because the others didn’t particularly tell her about their worries, but if even Ollie took time off to support her, then clearly something was wrong.
Also, Ada’s father had already used the revive pill, and he was actually up and about in no time.
So how come the soap bar still hadn’t woken up even after a few hours?
Of course, the procedure had been tough. And even without a particular explanation, she could tell because Theo had exited looking like he, too, might need reviving.
So she steeled herself for the worst.
But she should have known how big a lie she kept telling herself.
Because really, it was impossible to prepare for such a tragedy.
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Prince Elior was still talking.
He kept going, breath shaky but determined, as if sheer propriety was the only thing keeping him upright.
"I can’t possibly risk further transgressions," he wheezed, eyes darting weakly. "I already have... a mountain of things to apologize for..."
He coughed again, grimacing.
"And I truly don’t wish to add losing my first kiss in such a manner to that list. If I were to kiss anyone who isn’t a paramedic," he continued faintly, "it would have to be my fiancée. Because who else would make sense?"
Princess Kira heard none of it.
She stood there with her hands half raised, frozen mid-movement, as if her body hadn’t yet caught up to reality.
Then her eyes filled.
The first tear slipped free, then another, and another, until the trickle turned into something unstoppable. Her shoulders shook, breath hitching as the strength she had been clinging to finally gave way.
Princess Kira sobbed.
She didn’t try to stop it.
After everything, after holding herself together through fear and waiting and helplessness, seeing him awake was simply too much.
And this time, she let herself fall apart.
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Prince Elior was just as shocked as everyone else.
In fact, he was spiraling.
He had been speaking almost nonstop since waking up, words tumbling out in panicked succession as he tried desperately to maintain what little dignity he believed he still possessed. He was explaining. Clarifying. Overcorrecting. Trying to preserve his innocence. Trying to stop his already tarnished image from collapsing into complete ruin.
Most of all, he was terrified.
Terrified of being hated even more than he already was.
So he had absolutely no idea what to do when the towering woman before him suddenly cried.
Princess Kira didn’t just tear up. She cried. Openly. Loudly. The kind of crying that hit straight in the chest and left no room for misunderstanding.
Prince Elior froze.
His mind went blank as he scrambled for something to say, anything that could fix this, when suddenly he realized something painfully simple.
He did have one particular regret.
Slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his hand.
It was an instinctive motion, reaching up as if to touch her face, even though the distance between their hearts was practically mountains apart.
"I’m sorry," he said hoarsely. "I’m really sorry for hurting you."
There were so many things to apologize for. But in the end, it all boiled down to how he had hurt her. It didn’t matter what his intentions were or why it happened in the first place. Because even if they were all valid, it wouldn’t change the fact that he had hurt her.
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Such a simple thing.
She heard a string of words, and all of a sudden, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Princess Kira hiccupped.
Then she sobbed even harder.
It was sudden and unrestrained, like a child who had finally been given permission to throw the tantrum they had been holding in for far too long. Except this was one she had every right to throw.
"Waaaah!"
The sound echoed through the room and straight into the hearts of everyone.
"How could you not say sorry right away!" she cried, hiccupping between words. "How could you keep all the important shit to yourself!"
Hick...!
Hic—

What... seriously?

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