Romantic Fantasy
Sheet 7: The Sweetness of Love

"You're sure a child can write such words?" ask Frost. Zinn stared straight at him. "What's? I've read the plaque, before chasing you, if you're wondering."

Zinn nodded his head in understanding. Zinn was a little clueless about Frost. Indeed, the owner of the golden eye bead is a smart person, but why does he not want to use his intelligence to establish relationships with people?

"Because sometimes war can speak compared to words," Frost said, as if he could read Zinn's mind. "Therefore, I always fought, fought and fought. Don't you like it?"

"Don't dislike it, Your Majesty, it's just that I feel that fighting always brings myself to the negative side. Suppose it; you. You are actually a good-natured person—if there are things that should not be justified in your life."

Frost feels that Zinn has understood his complicated and strange life story. He killed the previous Emperor and Empress Castleton, made himself a New Emperor, fought against all the tribes that defected against him at Regancy, requiring no troops in his Palace. Everything feels so ambiguous and wrong.

"Do you believe the rumors that I killed everyone in Castleton?" As he asked that, Frost held his breath. Frost doesn't bother if Zinn answers "yes", what worries him is the fact that Zinn would hate him if he knew the real story.

"Are you afraid I'll hate you, Your Majesty?" Now, it was as if Zinn could read Frost's mind. "I'm not going to hate you just because you killed your family." Zinn was silent for a while, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "I've also killed people who are like family to me. He betrayed me, slandered me, then all the truth was revealed and I became the Angel of Death to him. Although I do not wish to judge him alone under the pretext that I do not dirty my hands, my soul has become a filthy soul."

"I feel like you've done the right thing. The traitor must accept the consequences" Frost said. Frost looked sinister with his flat face and cold gaze. But because Zinn was used to it, he didn't feel that Frost was a creepy person.

"That's right, Your Majesty. If you find me betraying you, what will you do?" ask Zinn.

Frost was silent, unable to answer Zinn's question. Frost hoped that at any time, Zinn would not betray himself—although for the common good.

"We have arrived. Below here were children," Frost whispered until his voice almost disappeared, shifting the subject. Frost did not want to rush to answer Zinn's question about the betrayal that the woman might have committed.

Frost lowered Zinn and opened a secret door that fused with the wooden floor. "Quick in. I heard there's something out there."

"At least there is a generation that survived. If things don't work out, you can just worry. There will be no more Daffodils." Frost actually wanted to comfort Zinn, but he instead said the thing that made Zinn sniff angrily towards him.

"Are you a heartless man, Your Majesty?" zinn asked in a high tone and sounded like he wanted to prey on people. "Little children should live with their parents. They're too young to face the world's cruelty."

"There are some things that cause a person to have to fight for his own life, Ganache. I've had such difficult times. You're different from me. You have a warm family that's considerate, you have friends that are reliable, you're even liked by people. Don't be like me, I'm hated by people and will never feel what happiness is."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I'm not supposed to compare you to me who's not worth the pain." Zinn looked even more moody. "You have gone through all sorts of suffering. Aren't you tired of all this? Can you still survive what has happened in your life? I'm sorry if I sound so presumptuous to ask this."

Frost ruffled Zinn's hair in an anxious look at the owner of the pink eye bead. “Do I regret having committed a crime, huh? The answer is no. I have no regrets whatsoever. Although I have killed everyone in Castleton, even though I have taken many tribes to war, even though I have killed thousands of people who may be innocent at all in his life, people eventually call me the Devil. I never regret what I have done in life, Ganache.”

Zinn could see the seriousness in Frost's gaze, he also knew Frost as such: the one who believed in himself, who was charming in his own way. Zinn smiled when he heard Frost's reply. Everything was expelled without any doubt at all and the woman was extremely envious of Frost who could express her thoughts and heart contents without hesitation.

“Life is to keep moving forward. If always trapped in the shadows of the past, one can never enjoy the beauty of the world,” said Frost, clasping Zinn's hand. “Now, my future is you. Within you I can see happiness. In you I find my absolute happiness, Zinnia Pramidita Ganache." Frost kissed the back of Zinn's hand, making the young woman blush.

“There are many women more beautiful than me in Regancy, Your Highness.” Zinn tried not to be nervous when he said that. “Why did you even express feelings to me? What makes me feel special in your life?”

Frost smiled and Zinn could see how sincere the smile was. “You are the first and the last, Ganache. People who can make me feel so alive, make me appreciate everything. I don't care how you feel about me. But, I really hope that you at least want to be my home, where I went home when I lost my way, lost who I am.”

Zinn suddenly recalled Mictlantecuhtli's words about Frost. “I'd like to ask you something, if you're not pleased, Your Highness.” Zinn ventured because he became very curious. Something tickled him until he couldn't bear to ask.

“Who is there?” Just now Zinn wanted to ask about the one thing that Mictlantecuhtli said, a voice interrupted him instead. Zinn had also abandoned his intentions.