I love you. This is so true, my god.

Of course! Your art is amazing and deserves appreciation!

THIS IS SO GORGEOUS OMG! I love the way you add texture and definition with your colors, it's amazing! Wonderful job!

Omg same!

I bet it's a trick! They are all the same😌 cuz I legitimately can't find the difference😭 they're gorgeous though!

The crowd erupted, cheers shaking the arena, but all I heard was his whisper against my lips:

“I love you.”

And everything else faded away.

The crowd held its breath as we spun, our steps synchronized, our bodies moving as one. Near the end, he caught me in his arms, holding me close as we spun in slow circles. My heart pounded. His crimson eyes burned into mine.

And then he kissed me.

Then he came. Katsuki. The prince. He stepped onto the ice, meeting me with a small, crooked smirk. Without a word, he joined my dance. Together we moved, fire and ice in harmony, two souls intertwined, the duel reborn as something far more intimate.

And so, one dawn, I returned to the arena. The ice had been conjured once more, and I glided across it freely, lost in the music only I could hear. A few early risers paused to watch. Then more came. And more. A crowd gathered, silent and enraptured, as I carved my dance across the frozen ground.

At last, I grew tired of the whispers, the questions, the half-truths. If the world demanded an answer, we would give it.

Katsuki had always urged me to stand openly at his side, to take my place beside him, but he honored my wishes—until now, when the choice was being forced upon us both.

For so long I had chosen to remain hidden, afraid of losing the quiet life I cherished. I was a nobody once, a shadow passing unnoticed through the streets. Now, with one battle, I had been thrust into the light.

Yet the attention grew heavier with each passing day. Everywhere I went, eyes followed, cameras clicked. My prince tried to mask his frustration, but I could feel it beneath his skin. Not anger at me, but at the world, at the way they treated me—as if my worth began and ended with him.

The word “peasant” stung, but Katsuki silenced the voices with fury, his anger sharp as his flames. He would not allow anyone to belittle me, not his chosen.

"What is that peasant girl doing with the royals?"
"Why is she suddenly important?"

The peace of our meal fractured when a citizen entered, eyes widening at the sight of me seated beside the prince. Their phone flashed as they tried to capture the moment. I covered my face, unwilling to be displayed, but word spread quickly. Soon whispers filled the city:

That day’s duel had made the invisible visible.