Winter sobs and takes Arthur’s face in her hands. “I’m only doing this because I care about you.” She sighs and carefully kisses his cheek, and she plunges her sword through his heart, tears flooding her face.

Ivy smiles and slowly kisses his neck. “I was just thinking about how I’d beat you up,” she whispers seductively in his ear. The woman rolls her eyes. “Get a room, you two.”

(Well I’m crying)