Midwinter, Final Fantasy XII, Ashe/Vossler. PG, 822 words. Prompt was guilt - But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break / And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached.
And, well. It's Vossler. The guy does guilt better than a roomful of Catholic schoolboys.
...In light of that, I am surprised the piece ended up as short as it did.
And True Child-verse slipped in there. Couldn't help myself. Must post next installment soon.