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He was the Assassin of Borne. She, the Dark Knight of Requiem. They were two sides of the same coin, forged on the battlefield and bathed in bloodshed. And in time, they would extinguish the light in their hearts. In another lifetime, they would continue and continue to suffer in loneliness until they died. But in this one, some forgotten Divine chose to pity them.

Requiem's sovereign Queen was hated by the neighboring land of Eastshade. Their own monarch despised the woman as much as he despised the revolution growing in his country. So, he hired Borne's champion to murder the woman. Determined, the Assassin infiltrated the castle with the promised reward on his mind. He was untroubled by the thought of killing someone in cold blood. This was, after all, what he was raised in.

Murder.

However... at the peak of his mission, as he stood over the Queen, his plan was for not. The Dark Knight herself had come to visit the Queen. And in the chamber of Requiem's monarch, the couple fought for dominance. Neither of them were victorious. The Assassin escaped into the night, unsuccessful and injured from his encounter with the warrior of legend.

That was the first of their many encounters.

At some point, both of them agreed to end the pointless bloodshed. Instead of engaging in mortal combat whenever they met, they would engage in polite conversation. Which, in turn, twisted into heart-to-heart conversations that neither of them would tell another soul. Neither of them were terribly surprised when they started holding hands, or sharing tender kisses, or even staying late into the night in each others arms.

It was the inevitable.

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“Fuu,” the woman mumbled.

Borne's champion looked at her, eyebrow arched in question. Xixi was hardly of the shy and timid nature, she was the sort of woman that could look someone in the eye and not so politely demand intercourse. The man likened her personality to the sun in the sky. Bold. Passionate. Optimistic. All of the positives and none of the negatives. Of course, maybe he was biased. “Yeah, darlin'?”

Xixi looked up at him through thick eyelashes, her angelic blue eyes looking into his very soul. Few in the country could hope to withstand one of her piercing looks. Raised in the shadows, bathed in blood, and covered in as much sin as he was, the look never bothered him. Idly, he took note of her flushed cheeks and nervous demeanor. It was... troubling.

“I am pregnant.”

Fuuin never saw the floor rushing to greet him or heard the distressed calls of his lover as he fell forward.