As the tears glistened in her eyes, the Heartless King felt something stir in his chest -- right above the breast, where a heart would've been were he more human. He remembered this sensation. It'd come to him unexpectedly only once, when a human princess had somehow imparted a sliver of humanity into his cold soulless husk.
The sensation brought about a sense of rage within his very being, but also a sense of pining. Gods, she had been beautiful.
Beautiful. A human concept that he had no need for. So why did he keep thinking back to her.
A hand raised up to Jai'un's cheek, the pads of his fingers feeling more fleshlike than ever. Gently, he turned her head to look back out the window.
The scene had abruptly changed. Where once was the Princess's burning city, now stood one with ruined walls and gates -- but ruins that were slowly being rebuilt by human hands. Brick by brick, beam by beam, they worked to restore their city that was saved by the grace of their beloved Princess. And at the top of the gates, a silver statue of her stood gleaming in the sunlight. Their memorial to her sacrifice.