[The nearest thing he had to a sweetheart was the princess pressing her handkerchief into his hand when she passed him in the hall while on guard-duty, as a trainee knight. His chest tightens as he remembers -- he doesn't know what happened to that handkerchief. He used to carry it with him ... but it hadn't been with him when he changed last night.
[... Maybe it's just as well. He doesn't know what happened to the princess, either. Not that there had been anything true between them. Not that there could have been. Definitely not now.
[He doesn't realise it, but there's something melancholy in his expression, and Yuan's explanation is a welcome distraction from the aching sense of vague loss settling in his chest.]
Alright. Is there any meaning behind the direction of the braid?
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[The nearest thing he had to a sweetheart was the princess pressing her handkerchief into his hand when she passed him in the hall while on guard-duty, as a trainee knight. His chest tightens as he remembers -- he doesn't know what happened to that handkerchief. He used to carry it with him ... but it hadn't been with him when he changed last night.
[... Maybe it's just as well. He doesn't know what happened to the princess, either. Not that there had been anything true between them. Not that there could have been. Definitely not now.
[He doesn't realise it, but there's something melancholy in his expression, and Yuan's explanation is a welcome distraction from the aching sense of vague loss settling in his chest.]
Alright. Is there any meaning behind the direction of the braid?