i am not a prince, sasuke states matter-of-factly, or a lord. i hold no position or land - i can give you nothing of which you deserve. even my family name -
he stops abruptly and sakura’s heart breaks for him, because who in the kingdom has not heard tell of the house of uchiha and its fall from grace - of the family’s collective treason, its execution, how one young boy survived only because he had lived his six years blissfully unaware - ?
i am but a palace guard, sasuke continues.
you are guard to the prince himself, sakura corrects. and, i don’t care. not a bit. you may not be noble by birth or by name, but your character surpasses that of any title you could hold.
she smiles brightly at him, fierce and stubborn to a fault. i choose us, okay? so, there.
she turns and pulls him along the path, and sasuke wonders, again, how this girl could give him such hope when there is so very little of it left in his eyes. he thinks:
(if you are the sun in my world, then i am no more than the pale moonlight reflected by you)
i spent so much time on this i’m mostly glad to just be done with it orz
(i’ve also recently watched the entirety of downton abbey it was a thrilling ride)