Medea held Thirteen, as if unwilling to let him go.
Right now, she was the happiest woman in the world. But tomorrow, she knew… knew that she'd be as sad as she was happy today.
Still, what mattered was the present.
Thirteen might have been forced to marry Medea, but it was still a choice that he made in the end.
He could have simply left. He could have said no.
But, in the end… he said yes.
Perhaps he felt sentimental due to the years they spent together.
Medea had always been by his side, helping him deal with the problems that arose during the unification of the continent.
A soft sigh escaped the young lady's lips after her kiss with Thirteen ended.
She had waited for this moment for many years, and now, her dream had finally come true.
Both of them were currently in a bathtub, washing each other's bodies.
