Sleep found me quickly.
I barely remembered slipping into the royal bed, barely remembered Serena resting her head against my shoulder, or Yuri curled silently beside her—still quiet, still fragile, still healing.
A very PG night, one i only agreed to slightly begrudgingly, but one used guilt as her weapon while the other used weakness.
Practically demanding to sleep in my bed, and be near me.
Yuri because she had lived through the horror of Francia, coming out with a now dormant second personality.
While Serena was now beginning to lose herself, the promise was made afterall and Yuri had been resuced now which meant a proper courtship of the two could formally begin just as i had told her.
Though i repeatedly had to tell her we were just sleeping.
Yuri afterall was recovering, no way i was going to rescue her from a tramatic experience only to then press her straight into another extreme emotional experience.
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