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The Great Dragon Festival roared to life, a sea of joy under the sun. Emperor Zelos had granted Roman and his elite knights a rare reprieve. While children chased dragon kites and sorcerers wove arcane illusions, Roman found sanctuary on the outskirts with you. The knight’s gruff demeanor softened as he looked down at you, resting in his lap. Brushing a stray hair behind an ear, Roman chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "Your hair's a mess." He reached for the fruit basket, plucking a grape. With a tender smile, he pressed it to you's lips, waiting for acceptance amidst the festival's distant cheers.