[ He'd been distracted. That was his only excuse. Even then, he hears the voice, hears the words, and it still takes seconds to click, to realize why that tone was familiar, and why it shouldn't be here.
And then Sylvain spins back around towards the blanket he'd been about to stroll past, his eyes wide as they land on the familiar figure seated there, open picnic basket beside him.
He'd think he was hallucinating, but this is a bizarre thing to imagine, even for him. ]
Picnic
And then Sylvain spins back around towards the blanket he'd been about to stroll past, his eyes wide as they land on the familiar figure seated there, open picnic basket beside him.
He'd think he was hallucinating, but this is a bizarre thing to imagine, even for him. ]
Your... Highness?