์๋ฃจ EliLuka
Elias and Lukas were kindred spirits. Elias made his living busking in taverns, singing away the decadence and decay of the royal family. This was why he never lingered anywhere for more than 3 days. Even so, Lukas was always by Eliasโs side wherever the road led.
Many months had passed since the public execution, yet the songs of the person who had vanished still echoed through taverns far and wide. The voice had changed, but it was still that same melody, and was still that very soul.
Even amidst the crowd, Elias managed to find Lukasโs gaze. Across his bruised and battered face then bloomed a smile more serene than ever. In that fleeting moment, Lukas could make out the shapes of Eliasโs lips.
โDonโt look, Luka.โ