"Schlatt- this isn't right..." y/n felt like her head was spinning. she wasn't on anyone's side- however she was the closest person to schlatt, which inevitably made her closer to schlatts side.

"I have to do what's best for Manberg..." he replied, pain so obviously tightening around his heart. he hated defying her, he hated making her sad-or upset.

"Schlatt..." she whispered. his name in her mouth made him shiver, it made this even more painful. "What you're doing... it's wrong- and... i cant stand besides you anymore..." hot tears started to form in y/n's eyes. schlatt began to clench his fists...he dropped his head down, tears spilling down his face.

"you can't leave-" he choked. "if you go- i won't have anyone"

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"y/n...?" schlatt snapped his fingers, trying to hold her attention again. she blinked, facing towards him again, their surroundings relapsing into her brain again- the hill, it was beautiful out, windy and warm. the grass and grain they were sitting on so perfectly held them.

"yes?" she mumbled, schlatt smiled, she was perfect.

"i said the elections in a few days..." he examined her, "i basically got it in the bag-" he shrugged, attempting to impress her, just slightly. she smiled in return,

"oh really...? what will you do first president schlatt?" she giggled.

"ill make you my first lady" he chuckled, tugging her closer to him by her waist. she smiled, slightly pink, "then- grand dinners and fancy balls with you... perfect evenings and elegant weekends...bliss forever" he smiled again, leaning his forehead against hers.

"sounds perfect!" she said giddily. schlatt pulled her into his embrace, taking in her scent and warmth, leaning back into the tall grass and staring up at the clouds.