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Donna, the naive maiden who is hopelessly trapped in her own fantasy, could only hope it will happen to her someday. With the book entitled ' The Pale Princess and the Six Pygmies ' being one of her favorite fairy tale literary genres, she would day-dreaming all day long.

The way she suddenly was whisked off her feet by a dashing looking knight in a glorious armor of the Knight of Favonius, proposing to her at the Starsnatch Cliff while basking underneath the moonlight with cecilia flowers surrounding the two of them. How romantic, in her point of view.

The knight is none other than Diluc Ragnvindr, The Uncrowned King of Mondstadt himself and the one for her, only her.

If she removes the description of armor due to the male has left the latter organization, the fantasy is still perfect.

"Diluc-sama, Diluc-sama . . ."She likes the way how his name rolls off from her tongue.

Now speaking of the devil, she quickly shut her mouth with embarrassment was reflected by the red hue across her face upon seeing the familiar figure.

The owner of the tavern himself, ' her ' Diluc-sama.

She could only watch the way the corner of his lips slightly lifted; which is barely visible if she didn't stare hard enough- while talking to Flora and ended up buying every last of small lamp grasses in the stock that have been fastened together and beautifully arranged by the girl.

The small smile on his visage told her how precious those are.

Her eyes not leaving his back when he left to head over to Good Hunter as the young girl said goodbye to her before heading back home, leaving her alone.

It's getting late and she knows it. The last of the sun's rays stretching as far as they could with their best efforts to light up the sky has now disappeared. Even when the light is long gone and the orangish lamps have turned on to light up the city during hours of darkness, silence is the only thing that engulfed her.

She took a deep breath. Her heart is aching due to reality.

Yes, reality.

She turned her heels and took a peek of the happy couple with the bouquet was handed to you by the male while Sara happily watching them in amusement while she's disgusted with herself. Everyone's happy for the two of you except herself because of her own selfishness of not wanting to let him go.

But with who she's kidding with? He was never hers in the first place. He never had his eyes landed on her but only on you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. But to him, you indeed are. She couldn't help but feel emulous at the fact.

The reality of how you have his heart and he has yours. Mutual love, she isn't surprised at all.

The Diluc Ragnvindr is now married to you, [Y/N] [L/N] who is now known as [Y/N] Ragnvindr. That name suits you and she could admit that. You are pulchritudinous the way you are and he's handsome even when he's not trying to be.

All the small lamp grasses that he bought earlier, it was your favorite plant due to how wondrous it emits light at night, like now. It was lovely, she could say-Oh crap.

She felt her eyes stung once again as she couldn't see anything with her blurry view. He holds your hands with foreheads leaning against each other, something that he's, someone who's, rare to show how affectionate he is to you but probably the first anniversary is one of an exception date.

He would do anything for his lovely wife after all.

There's nothing she could do but to accept and pray to Barbatos that the Darknight Hero, the one and only her hero, would at least return her feelings.

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-chuckles-

Now, who's going to tell her the truth?