"We don't know much," Blake says apologetically. "Menagerie didn't keep paper records back then -- we didn't have the resources on the island to do so, not when it was still being built -- so everything we know is passed down through stories. We know that the Princess had long dark hair, and long Faunus ears, though we don't know what kind."
She slips the ring back on. It feels at home on her hand.
"As for him-- we know he was blonde, and he was of noble birth. We're pretty sure they must have met somewhere in the Kingdoms, maybe in Anima. Maybe before Menagerie was even established. He was a renowned warrior. The stories say he had a locket with a drawing of her, that it went everywhere with him."
Blake has always thought the story was so romantic, even in a bittersweet way. They'd died leagues apart from each other, never to reunite. It's a tragedy of the most awful kind. And yet, their love had stayed strong even separated by continents.
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She slips the ring back on. It feels at home on her hand.
"As for him-- we know he was blonde, and he was of noble birth. We're pretty sure they must have met somewhere in the Kingdoms, maybe in Anima. Maybe before Menagerie was even established. He was a renowned warrior. The stories say he had a locket with a drawing of her, that it went everywhere with him."
Blake has always thought the story was so romantic, even in a bittersweet way. They'd died leagues apart from each other, never to reunite. It's a tragedy of the most awful kind. And yet, their love had stayed strong even separated by continents.