"Liar!"
The word hit the air and vanished.
No echo returned. No sound bounced back.
And yet, inside the mind of one Elven Prince, it repeated endlessly, crashing again and again like a wave that refused to recede.
Because it was true.
He had lied.
He had lied from the very beginning. His name. His identity. His existence. The foundation of everything he built with her had been a tower of cards, and every card had been a lie stacked carefully atop another.
Even when he spoke of love, even when his emotions and affections had been real, they had come from the same mouth that spouted lies.
But unbeknownst to him, Princess Kira couldn't care less about that shit.
Because in her case, it was about the little things. It had always been about all the small details that she had been protecting.
The things she had guarded fiercely and bravely, believing they would someday be shared.
The firsts.
