"They're beautiful." Ryoma's smile was wistful as he helped Corrin arrange flowers on Scarlet's altar. "Thank you."

"I think she'd like them," Corrin replied softly. She'd known Ryoma had grown close to Scarlet, yet she hadn't quite realized how close until after Scarlet's death. Bringing flowers for the altar was the least she could do, and she tried to think of other things, but everybody else already covered that. There were mosaic pieces, trinkets, and a beautiful painting of the stars by Shigure...

"She..." Ryoma never said the words, but Corrin knew them anyway.

She would have been my queen.