Celia Puregreen had not been told not to enter this room.
Which meant, according to Celia Logic, that entering it was practically her duty.
She marched down the vine-wrapped corridor with purpose, a basket of glowing blueberries bobbing dangerously in her arms. Flowers perked up as she passed. A vine offered to hold her basket but she refused politely.
"Sister said Brother Raka is resting," Celia announced to absolutely no one. "Resting people need snacks, Especially icy people and They melt if they're sad."
She stopped before a door smothered in ivy.
Warm green light leaked out.
Celia squinted.
"…Brother Raka is cold," she muttered. "Why is his room acting like spring?"
This was suspicious.
Suspicious things must be investigated.
Without knocking, Celia kicked the door open.
Inside Cedar Puregreen was bent over Raka Frozenlight.
One hand on his chest. One on his face.
Their foreheads touched.
Their lips touched.
Very gently.
Very softly.
Very long.
Raka lay frozen stiff, eyes half-open, soul visibly leaving his body.
Cedar looked serene , Focused and Devoted.
Celia stared.
Her brain made a small click noise.
"…Oh."
The basket slipped.
Blueberries escaped.
They bounced.
Rolled.
One hit Raka in the forehead.
Plop!
Nobody moved.
Cedar slowly turned.
Raka's eyes snapped fully open in pure terror.
"C-Celia?!" Cedar squeaked, leaping back so fast vines recoiled in shock.
Celia pointed.
"…Sister," she said very carefully, "why were you eating Brother Raka's face?"
"I WAS NOT—!" Cedar choked.
Raka turned bright blue. Which was impressive, considering he was already ice-themed.
"It's not eating," Cedar said, panicking. "It's healing!"
Celia gasped dramatically, hands flying to her cheeks.
"HEALING?!" she whispered loudly. "WITH MOUTHS?!"
"Yes!" Cedar said too fast. "Only sometimes , Rarely and Extremely professionally."
Celia's eyes sparkled with dangerous curiosity.
"So if I kiss people, they get better?"
"No!"
Celia immediately turned toward Raka.
Raka's soul fled again.
"Absolutely not!" Cedar snapped, physically inserting herself between them.
Celia pouted.
"…You're being selfish with the healing."
"I am about to marry him," Cedar snapped back, then froze.
Silence.
Raka slowly sank deeper into the bed.
Celia tilted her head.
"…Sister," she said softly, "are you being weird about Brother Raka?"
Cedar combusted internally.
"I AM BEING RESPONSIBLE."
Celia hummed, unconvinced.
Then she climbed onto the bed, sat beside Raka, and gently fed him a blueberry.
"Eat," she ordered. "You look like you're dying and embarrassed."
Raka obeyed immediately.
Celia smiled brightly.
Then leaned toward Cedar and whispered loudly enough to shake the walls.
"Sister… if you like him, you should just say it and Sneaky kissing makes the air awkward."
Cedar covered her face with both hands.
Raka wheezed with laughter.
Celia nodded, satisfied.
"I'll bring more blueberries later," she said cheerfully. "And maybe a blanket because Sister gets scary when she's worried."
She skipped out of the room, humming.
Behind her.
Cedar peeked through her fingers, mortified.
Raka smiled weakly.
And somewhere deep within the corruption.
Something decided this family was far too dangerous to deal with.
.....
Celia's Very Loud Public Service Announcement.
Celia Puregreen did not believe in secrets.
Secrets were just thoughts that hadn't been shared loudly enough yet.
She skipped down the main corridor of the inner palace, arms swinging, humming a tune she had invented approximately five seconds ago. Servants bowed.
Dryads waved.
A pair of elder elves paused mid discussion as she passed.
Celia inhaled deeply.
After that she shouted.
"I FOUND SISTER KISSING BROTHER RAKA!!!"
The palace stopped breathing and the gardener dropped his shears.
A vine fainted.
Somewhere, a harp snapped a string out of pure shock.
Celia beamed, hands on her hips.
"It was a healing kiss," she added helpfully. "With mouths. Very close mouths. Sister said it's professional."
Dead silence.
And then Chaos erupted.
"THE GODDESS OF NATURE KISSED THE ANGEL OF ICE?!"
"AGAIN?!"
"WAIT, AGAIN?!"
"IS THIS A DIVINE TREATY?"
"DO WE PREPARE FLOWERS OR FUNERALS?"
Celia nodded enthusiastically at the chaos she had unleashed.
"Yes! Also blueberries help recovery. I fed him one. He didn't bite me."
An elder elf clutched his chest.
"This palace is not prepared for this information."
At that exact moment and the air shifted.
The vines recoiled.
Leaves flattened themselves against walls.
Emerald divinity surged like a living tide.
Cedar Puregreen appeared in a violent bloom of light.
"SAY THAT AGAIN," she said sweetly.
No one moved.
Celia turned, eyes lighting up.
"SISTER!"
Cedar smiled.
It was the smile of a goddess deciding how many people to spare.
"You," Cedar said gently, pointing at Celia, "are coming with me."
"But I was telling everyone about the....."
" Nothing... Ahehe."
Cedar scooped Celia up effortlessly.
"QUIET FAMILY MEETING," she announced.
Vines sealed the corridor behind them.
The palace exhaled collectively.
Someone whispered, "We're all going to die, aren't we?"
" If it's not the little lord we all might be dead by now."
" Praise the little one."
" If this time someone hear that you maybe done for event though it's the kingdom of Kindness."
Another one spoke eagerly.
...
Cedar closed the doors of her private chamber with finality.
Vines locked.
Roots reinforced.
Even the walls leaned in.
Celia sat on the floor, swinging her legs happily.
"Sister," she said, "did you know everyone's faces went very funny when I told them?"
Cedar pressed her palms to her temples.
"I specifically did not tell you," she said slowly, "because you cannot be trusted with information."
"But you kissed him," Celia replied innocently. "That's information."
"That was healing!"
"With lips."
"…Yes."
Celia nodded as if this explained everything.
"So you're married again."
"I am NOT—" Cedar stopped. Breathed. "I am concerned."
Celia leaned closer.
"Concerned enough to glow?"
Cedar froze.
"…Did I glow?"
"Yes," Celia said proudly. "Very green. Like angry flowers."
Cedar sank onto a chair.
"I should not have let anyone see him," she muttered. "I should have sealed the palace. I should have"
She stopped.
Even though Celia looks small her actually age is 17, and because of the divinity of Nature's curse ' obsession " fall upon on her first and then it was shifted to Raka.
Her ageing stopped at her earlyadolescence .
Her fingers curled.
Her voice dropped.
"No one else is touching him."
Celia blinked.
"…Ever?"
"Ever," Cedar said softly. "Until he is stable , Until he is safe and Until I say so."
The vines stirred in agreement.
Celia tilted her head, studying her sister's face.
"…You're scary when you're worried," she said gently.
"But you look happy too."
Cedar looked away.
"I don't want to lose him," she admitted quietly.
Celia smiled.
Then she stood, patted Cedar's knee, and declared with great authority.
"Then I'll guard him too."
Cedar glanced down.
"You?"
"Yes," Celia said seriously. "I'll scream if anyone gets close and I'm very good at screaming."
Cedar laughed despite herself.
"…You may assist," she said.
Celia cheered.
Somewhere far away, Raka sneezed.
And the world quietly prepared itself for a Goddess who loved too fiercely,
and a little sister who told everyone about it.