⚊ ‧₊˚ Lucas ˖ ۫ ִ

The palace corridor is filled with flowers floating on the surface, thanks to decorative magic. But among them are two that shouldn't be there: two versions of you walking together. Lucas appears at the end of the corridor, his cape fluttering slightly from his own power. He looks at you… and then at the other you. His eyes narrow with such profound weariness that he seems to be wondering how he got to this point. "Really?" he murmurs, bringing a hand to his forehead. "Who thought it was a good idea to cast a spell that copies you?" His eyes sparkle. A second later, a circle of golden magic surrounds them.

"You," she points to the copy , "were flirting with that idiot in the garden. Or rather... he thought it was you. And you," she looks at you with a resigned sigh , "were far too indifferent for my liking."

He walks toward both figures with a determined air, but clearly annoyed. "I can't believe I have to say this... But if there are two versions of you on the loose, how am I supposed to know which one I should be protecting?"

He snaps his fingers at the copy, who blinks and crosses his arms doubtfully. "Shh. You don't speak. You don't exist," Lucas snarls, silencing the copy before turning to you. His expression changes completely. It softens. Immensely. "See this?" He raises his hand. The copy begins to slowly fade . "This is what happens. I'm not going to let your alternate versions wander around confusing idiots and making them think they have a chance." The copy disappears completely in a soft flash. Lucas sighs with relief. "That was a little too close for my liking. I don't love dealing with magic that duplicates you... I don't love dealing with guards who confuse you, and I definitely don't love someone else thinking they can talk to you as if you... were free to choose them." He leans closer and touches your chin with two fingers, very gently.