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by <a href="https://vwpublishing.com" target="_blank">Vi</a>

Next in Line - July 2024

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$felixoccupation to "???">> <<set $felixinterest1 to "cooking">> <<set $felixinterest2 to "???">> <<set $felixinterest3 to "???">> <<set $felixweaponchoice to "???">>> <<set $felixfavflowers to "???">> <<set $felixlivingfamily to "$Frederick Faramund">>  <<set $fage to "22 years old">> <<set $fhoroscope to "Aquarius">> <<set $foccupation to "Castelon's Head Librarian">> <<set $finterest1 to "writing">> <<set $finterest2 to "???">> <<set $finterest3 to "???">> <<set $fweaponchoice to "Compound Bow">>> <<set $ffavflowers to "???">> <<set $flivingfamily to "Felix Faramund">>  <<set $mage to "22 years old">> <<set $mhoroscope to "Gemini">> <<set $moccupation to "Merchant, Crown Liaison, Shadow Circle Spy">> <<set $minterest1 to "pets">> <<set $minterest2 to "???">> <<set $minterest3 to "???">> <<set $mweaponchoice to "Daggers">>> <<set $mfavflowers to "???">> <<set $mlivingfamily to "???">>  <<set $oraclevisit to false>> <<set $chosengod to false>> <<set $chosegaia to false>> <<set 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$ch1fundstosoldiers to false>> <<set $ch1fundstolibraries to false>>

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Hello there, presumptive Heir. ''Game is 18+. Please not interact with it if you are a minor.'' ''Content warnings:'' suggestive language, references to war and the effects of war, death, references to death, exploration of grief, mature language, possible violence, and optional adult content. PLEASE READ: Quick gameplay notes: * ❤️ = romance option. Not all of these are flirting! Some are very subtle, but all of these options build the "romance" meter with that character. * Romance options will build the "romance" meter. However, you can flirt for non-romantic reasons. As in, that doesn't mean you will be forced into a relationship. There will be options later to choose if you are pursuing friendship, a relationship, or something //else// with a character. * You do not need to choose ❤️ options to build a romance. You will have options later on to choose your feelings toward characters. * You can monitor relationships from the character pages in the menu. * For those who choose touch-averse, other characters won't initiate touch but you will still see options to choose to do so in case you want to. If other characters initiate touch and you chose touch-averse, please report it because it's a coding bug!! Please note: While I have used inspiration from history, nothing here is meant to be considered historically accurate. This is a fantasy world that I have created. Any reference to reality should be viewed as a coincidence. If you have feedback to share about my game, that's welcome, but please keep these notes in mind in regards to your expectations. The best place to share feedback is on the discord server but you can also via Tumblr, itch.io or email vi@vwpublishing.com. - Vi [[Play the Prologue.]] [[Skip the Prologue.|Start Prologue Part 2]]

''Solis Occasum Cycle 916, Early Spring'' //His eyes burn into the moon and he wonders if Eurybia watches over them tonight. How long until this secret meeting twinkles in the night sky among the others? “Your Majesty?” With a sigh, he turns to the Oracle and his wife, their figures flickering in the flames. He steps closer to the pitiful fire, reaching a hand out. Watching the flames sway back and forth…flicker, flicker, flicker - he cannot help but think about how easy it is to snuff out what burns so bright. To snuff out life. Like flames, we dance in the shadows. And we, too, have the ability to light a path in the darkness. We, too, can burn those who inch too close. Shadows dance on his hand as warmth spreads. And he cannot help but wonder if a fire is what rages inside us all - if our souls are simply flickering flames, unsure which direction they wish to blow…. “Percival! We’re talking about our children’s futures. Their fates. Is that so unimportant to you that you cannot pay attention for a moment?” He glances up at his wife’s beautiful, scowling face. She narrows her eyes at him. Finally, he turns to the Oracle. “You want us to send one of our children to war,” he purses his lips, “and you claim it’s the will of the gods. You cannot - you will not force us to send one to their death based simply on the gods’ will.” Her piercing eyes bore into him, her face a facade. After a moment, she asks, “What do you know of the twin Goddesses Aurora and Eurybia?” He shrugs, “Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, and Eurybia, the Goddess of Dusk. Twins, born to Gaia, the Goddess of Life, and Letum, the God of Death. What does this have to do with our twins?”// [["It has everything to do with your twins".]]

//Thousands and thousands of years ago, Eros found himself pursued by both of the twin Goddesses, Aurora and Eurybia. When one twin rose, the other slept, as with the sun and the moon. For hundreds of years, they both loved Eros without knowing that the other did as well. Once every thousand years, a Festival of Longing is held in Arcadia to celebrate love between gods. The Festival of Longing is the only celebration that lasts from Dawn until Dusk. Most celebrations are only held during the Dawn. Eurybia, being the Goddess of Dusk, was excited that she could finally attend a festival during the night and began searching for her love Eros as soon as she arrived in Arcadia. According to the myth, she stumbled upon a field of Red Dahlias to find Aurora and Eros intertwined. In a moment of rage, she drew her two daggers and ran to stab Eros in the back while he was on top of Aurora. But Aurora saw the glint of the daggers in the moonlight and moved to protect Eros, her arms wrapped around him. Eurybia’s daggers came down with full force, slicing Aurora’s wings in half. Both sisters cried out, Aurora in pain and grief, Eurybia in regret, realizing what she had done.// [[Myth Two: "The Dagger of Truth"]]

//Eurybia gifted Aurora The Dagger of Truth after they discovered Eros’ deception. When the love triangle came to light, Aurora believed that Eurybia began a relationship with Eros while knowing Aurora was with him. No matter what Eurybia did or said, Aurora refused to believe her. Eurybia spent years watching the shadows of the night, watching scenes unfold. Learning from the humans, from their mistakes, from their secrets. Hoping she would come across a way to redeem herself to Aurora. She gathered each secret and turned it into a star. After a few years of gathering this knowledge, she came to the conclusion that humans who made a sacrifice were more likely to earn redemption. To prove that she was also betrayed, Eurybia remained awake one night. While Aurora ushered in the dawn, Eurybia used the stars as stepping stones to the Sun. As Eurybia approached the Sun, her face began to burn. Still, she persisted until she reached the Sun and used her daggers to dig up a piece of its essence. Next, Eurybia went to Gaia in Arcadia to ask the Goddess of Life for a vial of her tears, which were usually used for re-birth. Gaia, wanting to protect Aurora and see her daughters reconcile, readily provided Eurybia with a vial of tears. Eurybia then left Arcadia and journeyed to her father, Letum, in Avernus. She requested the tip from the Spear of Judgment, his instrument of death that latches onto souls and renders judgment. Letum refused to grant Eurybia’s request unless she agreed to give away some of her power to Letum. He explained that he needed more power to keep up with the rate of both dying humans and gods. Eurybia hesitated at this request but felt her love for Aurora was too great and heeded her father’s request. She gave up half her power to Letum and in return, the Lunar Cycle was created. Only during a full moon, when the Moon is at its brightest, does she have full power. And only during a full moon is she able to travel outside her domain, the Moon. With the Spear of Judgment’s tip, Gaia’s vial of tears, and a piece of the Sun’s essence, she returned home to the Moon. She combined these three items with a piece of the Moon and crafted a golden dagger, The Dagger of Truth. The Dagger of Truth possessed the ability to revive someone from the dead if they were telling the truth. On the next full moon, Eurybia visited her sister Aurora, who was with their mother on Arcadia. “Sister, I present this dagger, The Dagger of Truth. Ask me anything and then stab me. If I tell the truth, I will be reborn. If I lie, I’ll meet our father in Avernus.” Because the dagger was made of the Original Four’s elements, it was capable of killing even a god. Aurora asked her sister if she had betrayed her, to which Eurybia answered “No, I would never betray you.” Aurora, with tears running down her face, stabbed her twin and cradled her in her arms. Moments later, Eurybia opened her eyes. From that day forward, the sisters knew that no one could ever come between them.// [["Only those blessed by the gods bear twins."]]

//The King narrows his eyes at the Oracle, “Our children will betray each other?” “You miss the point, my King,” she states, “The Goddesses did not betray each other.” She continues, “Your ancestors have been loyal to the gods. They have blessed you twins who will determine the fate of Castelon.” He glances at the Oracle. “And what purpose does sending one to war achieve?” She holds his gaze, “I only know what the gods ask. And they ask that you do not interefere with the path lain before your children,” her voice wavers, “for it would spell the downfall of your kingdom.” Then she smiles. “But Letum assures me he is not yet eager to drag your children’s souls to Avernus.”// [[The flame consumes itself until three faces are lit only by starlight.|Start Prologue Part 2]]

It was a long journey home. A home you’d been forced to leave at sixteen due to the war with your kingdom’s main adversary, Arandale. The land your ancestor fled so long ago. Tomorrow inches closer. But you run from it a little longer as you stand in the dimly lit gallery staring up at your ancestor’s portrait. The candlelight wavers across their features. One moment their eyes are dark and deep, in another moment, they are bright and alive, as if they can see into your soul. Given that you've been away from the castle for many years, this is your first time seeing their portrait since you’ve reached adulthood and you realize how much alike your features truly are. Like you, they… <label><<radiobutton "$mcgender" "female" checked>> are a woman (cis woman). <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "transfemale" "true">> were called a boy at birth, but are a woman (trans woman.) <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "male">> are a man (cis man). <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "transmale" "true">> were called a girl at birth, but are a man (trans man). <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "non-binary person">> are neither excusively a woman or a man (non-binary).</label> [[Next|pronouns]]

//The Oracle smiles at the King before moving her eyes to the fire. “You forget, Eros, the God of Love...and betrayal.”// [[Myth One: "The Birth of Betrayal"]]

!$mcname Verissimo, the Harbinger, Crown $royaltitle and Heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Castelon !!!About You You are $mcname Verissimo, Crown $royaltitle. You are the younger $mcsibling of your twin brother, James Verissimo. <<if $mottostrong>> Your family motto is The Strong Do Not Falter<</if>><<if $mottostoic>> Your family motto is Keep the Mind Calm<</if>><<if $mottofamily>> Your family motto is Family Above All.<</if>> You are a $mcgender with $skintone complexion, $mceyecolor eyes, and $hairtype, $mchaircolor hair. You use the pronouns $mcpronouns.<<if $freckles>> Your face is freckled.<</if>><<if $glasses>> You wear glasses.<</if>><<if $eyebrowpiercing>> One of your eyebrows is pierced.<</if>><<if $nosepiercing>> Your nose is pierced.<</if>><<if $beautymarklip>> There is a beauty mark by your lip<</if>><<if $eyebeautymark>> There is a beauty mark by your eye.<</if>> <<if $haspet>> You have a $pettype named $petname.<</if>> ''Tattoos'': <<if $rightsleeveflowers and $tattoo>> You have a sleeve of flowers on your right arm, filled with colorful bluebells, lotuses, asters, and carnations.<</if>><<if $leftsleeveflowers and $tattoo>> You have a sleeve of red poppies on your left arm.<</if>><<if $leftsleevegods and $tattoo>> You have a black and white sleeve of the gods on your left arm.<</if>><<if $lunarcycletat and $tattoo>> You have a back tattoo of the Lunar Cycle that starts at the top of your spine and moves down the middle.<</if>><<if $letumbacktattoo and $tattoo>> You have a back tattoo of Letum, the God of Death with his Spear of Judgment.<</if>><<if $crownwristtat and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo of a crown that circles around your right wrist.<</if>><<if $serpenttatwrist and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo of a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around left wrist.<</if>><<if $serpenttatankle and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo of a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around your right ankle.<</if>><<if $serpenttatneck and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo on he back of your neck of a serpent devouring it’s own tail.<</if>><<if $serpenttatshoulder and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo on your left shoulder of a serpent devouring itself.<</if>><<if $badbitchttat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says "Bad Bitch" right above your butt.<</if>><<if $badasstat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says Bad Ass right above your butt.<</if>><<if $buttsluttat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says "Butt Slutt" right above your butt.<</if>><<if $dumbasstat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says "Dumbass" right above your butt.<</if>><<if $tattoo is false>> You do not have any tattoos right now.<</if>> ''Scars:'' <<if $noscars is true>> You do not have any scars.<</if>><<if $justscars>> Your skin is littered with scars here and there.<</if>><<if $lipscar>> There is a scar on your lip.<</if>><<if $justbra>> Some of your scars are covered by the linen bra you wear.<</if>><<if $topsurgerynobra>> You have some scars from top surgery.<</if>><<if $topsurgerybra>> You have some scars, including from your from top surgery but your linen bra covers some of them.<</if>><<if $chestbinder>> Some of your scars are covered by your chest binder.<</if>><<if $daggerneckscar>> Someone's dagger left a scar on your neck.<</if>><<if $clawneckscar>> There is a claw mark scar on your neck.<</if>><<if $barbedwirescararm>>You lower arm is scarred from where barbed wire dug into your skin.<</if>><<if $deepscarrunninguparm>> A deep scar runs up your arm.<</if>><<if $clawbicepscar>> Your bicep is scarred from a claw.<</if>><<if $thighscar>> Your thigh has a rigid scar across it.<</if>><<if $abdomenscar>> There is a horizontal scar across your abdomen.<</if>> ''Attributes'': <<if $metking is false>>You don't have any noticable attributes yet.<</if>><<if $patience is true>>Patient;<</if>><<if $suspicous is true>> Suspicous;<</if>><<if $strong is true>> Strong;<</if>><<if $protective is true>>Protective;<</if>><<if $optimistic is true>> Optimistic;<</if>><<if $deceptive is true>> Deceptive;<</if>><<if $persuasive is true>> Persuasive;<</if>><<if $intimidating is true>> Intimidating;<</if>><<if $faithful is true>> Faithful;<</if>> ''Religion:''<<if $chosengod is false>> You have not yet visited the temple. Your beliefs remain unknown.<</if>><<if $chosegaia>> The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Gaia, the Goddess of Life.<</if>><<if $choseletum>> The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Letum, the God of Death.<</if>><<if $choseaurora>>The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn.<</if>><<if $choseeurybia>>The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Eurbyia, the Goddess of Dusk.<</if>><<if $choseeros>> The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina prayed to Eros, the God of Love.<</if>><<if $atheist>>You do not believe in the gods.<</if>><<if $agnostic>> You aren't sure if you believe in the gods or not.<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods>> Although you believe in the gods, you are indifferent and don't feel that they would care about your prayers.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Codex and Lore !!!The Gods * [[Gaia, The Goddess of Life]] * [[Letum, The God of Death]] * [[Aurora, The Goddess of Dawn]] * [[Eurybia, The Goddess of Dusk]] * [[Eros, The God of Love]] * [[Other Gods]] !!! Mythology * [[Love Triangle - The Birth of Betrayal]] * [[The Dagger of Truth]] !!!Locations Check back later...WIP <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!!!Writing and Coding by <a href="https://www.vwpublishing.com" target="_blank">Supreme Commander Vi</a> * Utilized <a href="https://vahnya.itch.io/twine-template=">Twine Template by Vahyna</a> for mobile friendly UI. * <a href="https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2=">Chapel's Macros </a> A big thank you to <a href="https://manonamora.neocities.org" target="_blank">Manonamora!</a> Thank you for assisting with fixing some coding and the color scheme that results in a better experience! //Please note: in chapter 2, if you read "Poetry for the Broken", these poems are copyright protected and belong to the author of this game (me!). I ask that you do not reproduce them without permission or crediting by reaching out to me first or linking to my website. Thank you!// !!!Special thanks to the following Patreon and Ko-fi Supporters: * Drakona * Chelsea Drouin * BrinaBoBina * leophoenix * Dryad * <a href="https://0ceansfloor.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Kieran</a> * Arielle * KarayanK * Jess M. * Atlantic_Ocean * MissCellaneous * Nova007 * Aeantiz K * Ema * MJ Lauzon * Laurinda * Heather Tidwell * Jo * FutureGrave * Suwariish * Arielle * mythology101 * CaptainCyberQueen * Laurinda If you have have supported me on Patreon or Ko-fi and want your name added, please message me on Patreon or Ko-fi. !!!Special thanks to the following beta testers: * Venus * @NuclearTourist * @mothsflame * Mihir, @chaoticreader1707 * @manonamora-if If you have tested the game and want your name added, please let me know in the discord. Thank you!! !!!Links <a href="https://www.vwpublishing.com" target="_blank">VW Publishing Website (my books and games)</a> <a href="https://itch.io/profile/writingmysoul" target="_blank">Itch.io</a> <a href="https://nextinline-if.tumblr.com" target="_blank">Tumblr</a> <a href="https://patreon.com/vimakesIFs" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <a href="https://discord.gg/h7Sp26gQV3" target="_blank">Game Discord</a> <a href="https://ko-fi.com/nextinlineif" target="_blank">Ko-fi</a> Feel free to message me on Discord: writingmysoul#6083 <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!The Royal Family of the Kingdom of Castelon !!!Living * [[Prince James Verissimo|James]] * <<if $metvivian>>[[Queen Vivian Verissimo|Vivian]]<</if>><<if $metvivian is false>>You have not met them yet...<</if>> *<<if $metuncle>>[[Duke Dimitris of Amaranthine Isle|Dimitris]]<</if>><<if $metuncle is false>>You have not met them yet...<</if>> * <<if $metcousin>>[[???|Lord XYZ]]<</if>><<if $metcousin is false>>You have not met them yet...<</if>> !!!Deceased * [[King Percival Verissimo|Percival]] <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!James Verissimo, Prince of the Kingdom of Castelon James is your twin brother who was born minutes before you. ''Formerly the Crown Prince of your kingdom, he abdicated after your father's death, thrusting the weight of ruling upon your shoulders.'' <center><h3>How Much Do You Trust James?</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $jamestrust lte 15>> //There is a long road ahead.//<</if>><<if ($jamestrust gte 16) and ($jamestrust lte 30)>>//From the road, a mountain emerges.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'trustjames' `$jamestrust/$maxJtrust`>> You were separated at sixteen, when he was sent to the frontlines of the war with Arandale and you were sent to a compound in the mountains. <<if $prewarjames is "guilty">>You felt guilty about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>><<if $prewarjames is "indifferent">>You felt indifferent about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>><<if $prewarjames is "angry">>You felt angry about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>><<if $prewarjames is "relieved">>You felt relieved about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Vivian Verissimo, Queen Regent of the Kingdom of Castelon <<if $metvivian is false>>Your mother is a mysterious woman...<</if>><<if $metvivan is true>>Since your father's death, your mother has assumed the role of Queen Regent until you ascend the throne.<</if>> <<if $metmargaret is true>>Vivian is in charge of the Shadow Circle, Castelon's spy network. [[Lady Margaret Rosi|Margaret]] could be considered Vivian's right-hand. In secret, of course.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!King Percival "Percy" Verissimo of the Kingdom of Castelon Percival was your father and the King of your kingdom before his untimely assassination. When you and your brother were children, he would come to your chambers most nights and tell you the history of your ancestors. During one of these visits, when you were ten years old, you heard of The Harbinger Ceremony for the first time. During the war with Arandale, your saw little of your father since you were training at the compound in the mountains. Like your brother, he kept in touch with letters. A year ago, he visited you and that was the last time you saw him before his death. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Duke Dimitris of Amaranthine Isle - Your Uncle Duke Dimitris is the liege of Amaranthine Isle, an island in the Kingdom of Castelon. He is Queen Vivian's only living sibling, as the other siblings were killed when rebels attempted to exterminate all members of the Castelon Royal Family. His child, your cousin, Lord Maximillian. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!!Lord Maximillian of Amaranthine Isle - Your Cousin Ze are to be discovered... <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

<<if $mcgender is "female">><<set $mcgender to "woman">> <<elseif $mcgender is "male">><<set $mcgender to "man">><<elseif $mcgender is "transfemale">><<set $mcgender to "trans woman">><<elseif $mcgender is "transmale">><<set $mcgender to "trans man">> <<else>><<set $mcgender to "non-binary person">> <</if>> <<nobr>>Your pronouns are <<cycle "$mcpronouns" autoselect>> <<option "they/them">> <<option "she/her">> <<option "he/him">> <<option "xe/xem">> <<option "ze/zir">> <</cycle>>.<</nobr>> <<nobr>>You also have startling eyes, a true <<cycle "$mceyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "amber, like warm and golden honey">> <<option "hazel, like the ever changing tones of nature">> <<option "green, like the lush forest">> <<option "blue, like the expansive Sea of Shadows">> <<option "brown, like the steady trunk of a tree">> <<option "gray, like the gentle silver of a steel blade">> <<option "black, like the endless abyss of the universe">> <</cycle>>.<</nobr>> <<nobr>>Meanwhile, your hair is <<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>> <<option "straight">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "curly">> <<option "coily">> <<option "braids">> <<option "twists">> <</cycle>> and <<cycle "$mchaircolor" autoselect>> <<option "auburn">> <<option "red">> <<option "golden">> <<option "ginger">> <<option "dark blonde">> <<option "platinum blonde">> <<option "dirty blonde">> <<option "light brown">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "ebony">> <</cycle>><</nobr>>. <<nobr>>And when it comes to how others refer to you, your current royal title is <<cycle "$royaltitle" autoselect>> <<option "Princess">> <<option "Prince">> <<option "Princet">> <</cycle>> whereas your future title is <<cycle "$futuretitle" autoselect>> <<option "Monarch">> <<option "Queen">> <<option "King">> <</cycle>><</nobr>>. <<nobr>>Finally, your brother calls you his <<cycle "$mcsibling" autoselect>> <<option "sister">> <<option "brother">> <<option "sibling">> <</cycle>>.<</nobr>> [[You sit down on the bench.]]

!Companions * [[Sir Constantine Dimas|Constantine]] * <<if $metf>>[[F. Faramund|F.Faramund]]<</if>><<if $$metf is false>>??? - check back after the ball!<</if>> * <<if $metfelix>>[[Felix Faramund|Felix]]<</if>><<if $$metfelix is false>>??? - check back after the ball!<</if>> * <<if $metm>>[[Lady Margaret|Margaret]]<</if>><<if $metm is false>>??? - check back after the ball!<</if>> * <<if $metanna>>[[Lady Anna|Anna]]<</if>> * ??? - you have not met this person yet... * ??? - you have not met this person yet... <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

You sit down on the bench across from the portrait of your ancestor. Closing your eyes, you can easily remember that night, just over a decade ago, when your father told you of how your kingdom, Castelon, came to be. //There was a storm brewing outside, with flashes of lightning intermingling with the candlelight of your chambers. You snuggled close to your father, not wanting to miss out on the story he was going to tell you.// //His right hand brushed through your $mchaircolor hair while his left opened the dusty family history book. On the front cover, a family motto was engraved….// [[...Familia supra omnia - (Set Motto: Family Above All).|ChooseAName][$mottofamily to true]] [[...Fortis est non pertubaris in rebus asperis - (Set Motto: The Strong Do Not Falter In Adversity).|ChooseAName][$mottostrong to true]] [[...Aequam servare mentem - (Set Motto: Keep the Mind Calm).|ChooseAName][$mottostoic to true]] <<if $mceyecolor is "amber, like warm and golden honey">><<set $mceyecolor to "amber">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "hazel, like the ever changing tones of nature">><<set $mceyecolor to "hazel">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "green, like the lush forest">><<set $mceyecolor to "green">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "blue, like the expansive Sea of Shadows">><<set $mceyecolor to "blue">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "brown, like the steady trunk of a tree">><<set $mceyecolor to "brown">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "black, like the endless abyss of the universe">><<set $mceyecolor to "black">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "gray, like the gentle silver of a steel blade">><<set $mceyecolor to "gray">> <</if>> <<if $mcpronouns is "they/them">><<set $mcpronouns to "they/them">><<set $heshe to "they">><<set $HeShe to "They">><<set $HimHer to "Them">><<set $himher to "them">><<set $hisher to "their">><<set $HisHers to "Theirs">><<set $HisHer to "Their">><<set $hishers to "theirs">><<set $Himself to "Themself">><<set $himself to "themself">><<set $ancestor to "Monarch Seridwen">><</if>> <<if $mcpronouns is "he/him">><<set $mcpronouns to "he/him">><<set $heshe to "he">><<set $HeShe to "He">><<set $HimHer to "Her">><<set $himher to "him">><<set $hisher to "his">><<set $HisHers to "His">><<set $HisHer to "His">><<set $hishers to "his">><<set $Himself to "Himself">><<set $himself to "himself">><<set $ancestor to "King Keridwyn">><</if>> <<if $mcpronouns is "she/her">><<set $mcpronouns to "she/her">><<set $heshe to "she/her">><<set $HeShe to "She">><<set $HimHer to "Her">><<set $himher to "her">><<set $HisHer to "Her">><<set $hisher to "her">><<set $HisHers to "Hers">><<set $hishers to "hers">><<set $Himself to "Herself">><<set $himself to "herself">><<set $ancestor to "Queen Ceridwen">><</if>> <<if $mcpronouns is "xe/xem">><<set $heshe to "xe">><<set $HeShe to "Xe">><<set $HimHer to "Xem">><<set $himher to "xem">><<set $hisher to "xyr">><<set $HisHers to "Xyr">><<set $HisHer to "Xyr">><<set $hishers to "xyrs">><<set $Himself to "Xemself">><<set $himself to "xemself">><<set $ancestor to "Monarch Seridwen">><</if>> <<if $mcpronouns is "ze/zir">><<set $heshe to "ze/zir">><<set $HeShe to "Ze">><<set $HimHer to "Zir">><<set $himher to "zir">><<set $hisher to "zir">><<set $HisHer to "Zir">><<set $HisHers to "Zirs">><<set $hishers to "zirs">><<set $Himself to "Zirself">><<set $himself to "zirself">><<set $ancestor to "Monarch Seridwen">><</if>>

<<set $customized to true>>//The King cleared his throat and began the tale. “More than one thousand years have passed since our Arandese ancestor, $ancestor Castellonia, fled Arandale with their revolutionaries. The Arandese monarchy ruled with an iron fist and a clearly defined caste system which was designed to make it hard for people to raise their station and quality of life.”// //“It took five tumultuous months at sea, with a dozen deaths, for $ancestor and $hisher revolutionaries to find dry land. And when the group did, they found a new home with nothing more than a few scattered nomads. $ancestor worked to aid anyone left in Arandale so they could come to $hisher new country, Castelon.”// //He stopped to look at you, to ensure that you were listening. You stared at him with curious $mceyecolor eyes.// //“Like me, $ancestor had two heirs. But $heshe always feared the possibility that the heirs could become corrupted, so $heshe worked with $hisher advisors, who were Arandese refugees, to create The Harbinger Ceremony, which the Heir next in line would undergo on their twenty-first birthday. On that day, a ball is held and Oracle has the Heir recite The Harbinger Creed.”// //"Afterward, the Heir, now given the title of The Harbinger, will rule alongside the Crown for a year. Then the Oracle, on behalf of the Gods, renders a blessing or takes away The Harbinger’s right to rule.”// //You nodded slowly, perhaps not fully understanding, due to being a child. Then you exclaimed, “That’s a lot of steps just to rule!”// //Your father had laughed and ruffled your $mchaircolor hair. “It is, but it’s necessary.”// //There was one more question you desperately wanted to ask, which was…// * [[Will I have to undergo The Harbinger Ceremony?|AttributeOnePatience][$patience to true]] * [[Can I have a cookie before bed?|AttributeOneSuspicious][$suspicious to true]]

You were named $mcname after an ancestor and you... * [[continue to use that name.|KingContinues]] * [[no longer go by that name. (Enter a new name)|EnterNewName]]

<<set $metking to true>>"Will I have to undergo The Harbinger Ceremony?" you asked. //Your father offered you a gentle smile before saying, “Let’s hope not, little one.” You waited for him to continue, but he did not.// //Unable to stand the silence, you opened your mouth with more questions, “What happens at the Ceremony? What’s the Harbinger Creed?”// //The King closed your family’s history book and stood up. “So many questions! It’s time for bed, but we’ll go over that another night.” You groaned and the King chuckled before asking, “Haven’t your tutors taught you that patience is a virtue?"// //You sat up quickly and looked at him with urgency. “But I must know! I won’t be able to sleep.” The King placed a kiss on your forehead. “The truth will be revealed in time, $mcname."// [[Footsteps Approach]]

<<set $metking to true>>//You looked away sheepishly but mustered up the courage to ask for the cookie. The King chuckled and pulled one out of his pocket.// //Amusement shining in his eyes, he turned to ask, “How’d you know that I had one?”// //You grinned at him as you took it from his hand. “I saw you put it in your pocket at dinner when you thought no one was looking.”// //He gasped exaggeratedly and began tickling you. “It seems we have a spy in our midst!”// //After the your laughter died down from the tickling, your father smiled at you. “You are very observant, $mcname. However, you would do well to remember that you may one day find that your eyes deceive your mind.”// [[Footsteps Approach]]

<<set $prewarjames to "guilty">><<set $metjames to true>>Your best friend, Anna, held you in the carriage as you cried. Between your sobs, she tried to assure you that James would be okay and that the war would be over before you knew it. As the years passed and James continued to write to you, you felt a little better. You believed that maybe the war would be over soon. Maybe he would survive. Maybe everything would be okay. But you always harbored some lasting guilt. How could you not? You slept in silk sheets each night, had servants waiting on you, and feasted with wine at dusk. All while your brother was defending your kingdom. Defending you. Still, he assured you he was well in his letters and he told you to focus on your studies. You channeled your guilt into trying to ensure that when you met again, he would be proud of you. Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation.|Calmnottouchaverse]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]]

<<set $prewarjames to "relieved">><<set $metjames to true>>You put up an admirable fight with your parents for two months, insisting they send you along with James. They were not willing to compromise and eventually, you decided that you had done what duty demanded. Who were you, but a 16-year-old, anyway? At the time, you didn’t want to question why your parents allowed your brother to go. You were just happy to be away from all the nonsense of war. Who wouldn’t be? You hunkered down and focused on your studies. Studying kept your mind occupied so you didn’t have to think about the chaos and tragedy. Still, you made a vow to strengthen both your mind and your body. Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation.|Calmnottouchaverse]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]]

<<set $prewarjames to "angry">><<set $metjames to true>>Your blood boils thinking about it now. You resented being sent away to safety. Did they think you weren’t skilled enough to defend yourself and your people? Surely, you were as skilled as your twin, having been raised together and undergone the same lessons. You never let go of the feeling that you were the lesser sibling. After a particularly brutal sparring session, your swordmaster took you aside and demanded to know what had you lashing out. When you told zir, they looked deep in your eyes and said, “If you want to prove yourself worthy, throw yourself into all your studies, not just combat. You can let the flame fuel your failure or generate your greatness.” Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation.|Calmnottouchaverse]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]]

<<set $prewarjames to "indifferent">><<set $metjames to true>>You didn’t know how to feel about being sent away while James was called to war. You didn’t know how to feel about the war, either. Growing up as the second heir, you grew used to building a wall to block out emotions, when you wanted. Too many times, people only wanted to use you to get close to your brother. Anna was one of the few people you could trust and when you told her you felt indifferent, she didn’t judge you. Instead, she had said, “All things change, and we change with them. There is nothing else we can do, but continue.” You had asked her where she heard that and she shrugged because she couldn’t remember the book. But you remembered her words and held them with you forevermore. Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation.|Calmnottouchaverse]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]]

Your name is... <<textbox "$mcname" "???">> [[Click here after entering a name|NameConfirmation]]

The name you go by is: <<textbox "$mcname" "???">> [[Confirm Name|KingContinues]]

<<!if $mottostoic is true>>passage here remember brackets <<!elseif $mottostoic is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm //<</if>>  <<!set $flirt to $flirt + 1>> examples: <<<<>>>>>> ❤️romance 💛friendship ⚔️conflict option  <<!if $level lte 30>> (Evaluates to true if the left side is less than or equal to the right side.) <<!if $friend is "Sue" or $friend is "Dan">> (OR) <<!f $foundStars >= $neededStars>> (Evaluates to true if the left side is greater than or equal to the right side.) <<!if $level <= 30>> (Evaluates to true if the left side is less than or equal to the right side.)

Five years can change a person - it’s changed you, so it only makes sense that it’s changed your brother, too. You stare at James, allowing your face to betray no emotion. You watch as the candlelight flows through his $mceyecolor eyes, while he studies your face. You search each other’s faces, searching for the sibling you once knew. Finally, he breaks the suffocating silence. “Welcome home, $mcname.” You nod, saying, “And to you, brother.” He offers you a smile, sadness lingering in his eyes. You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|nottouchaverseflirt]] * [[thank him for protecting your brother.|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]

It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You jump up and wrap your arms around your brother before he can even open his mouth. He laughs. “$mcname, you’re crushing me.” You step back with a smile on your face - it matches the one on James’ face. “And here I thought you were a strong soldier now.” He rolls his eyes and gestures to the man next to him. “No, I think that’s my friend, Sir Constantine.” <<set $touchaverse to true>> You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|touchaverseflirt]] * [[thank him for protecting your brother.|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]

Five years can change a person - it’s changed you, so it only makes sense that it’s changed your brother, too. You stare at James, allowing your face to betray no emotion. You watch as the candlelight flows through his $mceyecolor eyes, while he studies your face. You search each other’s faces, searching for the sibling you once knew. Finally, he breaks the suffocating silence. “Welcome home, $mcname.” You nod, saying, “And to you, brother.” He offers you a smile, sadness lingering in his eyes. <<set $touchaverse to true>> You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|touchaverseflirt]] * [[thank him for protecting your brother.|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]

It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You jump up and wrap your arms around your brother before he can even open his mouth. He laughs. “$mcname, you’re crushing me.” You step back with a smile on your face - it matches the one on James’ face. “And here I thought you were a strong soldier now.” He rolls his eyes. “No, I think that’s my friend, Sir Constantine.” You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|nottouchaverseflirt]] * [[thank him for protecting your brother.|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]

It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You smile back at your brother, wondering whether he sees similar feelings reflected in your eyes. “We have much to discuss, $mcname, but there will be time for that.” You nod. “It’s good to see you after all this time, brother.” “And you.” He then gestures to the man next to him. “This is my friend, Sir Constantine.” You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|nottouchaverseflirt]] * [[thank him for protecting your brother. |cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]

It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You smile back at your brother, wondering whether he sees similar feelings reflected in your eyes. “We have much to discuss, $mcname, but there will be time for that.” You nod. “It’s good to see you after all this time, brother.” “And you.” He then gestures to the man next to him. “This is my friend, Sir Constantine.” <<set $touchaverse to true>> You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|touchaverseflirt]] * [[thank him for protecting your brother.|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]

<<set $metconstantine to true>>“My brother has written me extensively of your bravery in battle. It’s an honor to finally put a face to those deeds, Sir.” The Knight chuckles. “I’m sure he’s exaggerated some. Nevertheless, it’s a privilege to meet our future $futuretitle.” James scoffs. “I have not exaggerated anything. You’ve saved my life countless times.” You nod. James’ letters said as much. So many close calls… Constantine looks uncomfortable for a moment before responding. “It’s my job.” James sighs and looks at you. “He’s an honorable man, as you can see, and has earned his Knighthood without a doubt. Still, he's loathsome of titles and recognition.” The Knight sighs and glances at you. “It’s true that I prefer to forego titles. Would it trouble you to just call me Constantine, Your Highness?” You respond in kind. “It’s no trouble, Constantine.” He smiles, looking relieved. Then you add, “Let’s forego titles altogether. Just $mcname works for me.” His eyes widen in surprise before he curtly nods. Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry]] * [[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion.|greetjamepatient]] * [[find this whole situation and his response suspicious.|greetjamesuspicious]]

<<set $metconstantine to true>>“James, you haven’t introduced us //properly//. Where are your manners, brother?” James huffs, then smirks. “This is my dear friend Sir Constantine. Constantine, you now have the displeasure of meeting my $mcsibling, $royaltitle $mcname.” You narrow your eyes at James. Shithead. Constantine gives James a playful shove. “Ignore the wayward Prince - it’s a true honor to meet you, $royaltitle $mcname.” He puts his hand out and you respond in kind. But instead of a gentle shake, his warm lips make contact. You... * [[gaze into his eyes and smirk.|cfirstmeetingboldflirting][$cflirt +=2]] * [[feel butterflies in your stomach as you look anywhere but him.|cfirstmeetingshyflirting][$cflirt +=2]]

<<set $metconstantine to true>>“James, you haven’t introduced us //properly//. Where are your manners, brother?” James huffs, then smirks. “$!mcsibling, this is my dear friend Sir Constantine. Constantine, you now have the displeasure of meeting my $mcsibling, $royaltitle $mcname.” You narrow your eyes at James. Shithead. Constantine gives James a playful shove. “Ignore the wayward Prince - it’s a true honor to meet you, $royaltitle $mcname.” His blue eyes are full of mischief as he adds, “It’s clear which twin was blessed with the good looks of the gods.” You... * [[gaze into his eyes and smirk.|cfirstmeetingboldflirttouchaverse][$cflirt +=2]] * [[feel butterflies in your stomach as you look anywhere but him.|cfirstmeetingshyflirtingtouchaverse][$cflirt +=2]]

<<set $metconstantine to true>>“I cannot thank you enough for protecting my brother on the battlefield, Sir.” Surprise flashes through his eyes before he schools his features. “It’s my job to keep the royal family safe. But, it has been my greatest honor, Your Highness.” You smirk and glance at your brother. “Well, I hope my brother has not caused you too much trouble.” James laughs and throws an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Me? Trouble? Never.” James has always been a jokester. That, at least, is something you can always count on to stay the same. “It’s nice to see your antics haven’t changed.” He smirks at you. “I don’t know what you mean.” You and Constantine share an amused look. Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry]] * [[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion.|greetjamepatient]] * [[find this whole situation and his response suspicious.|greetjamesuspicious]]

You gaze into his ocean eyes and smirk. “You’re such a gentleman, Sir Constantine. I find it hard to believe you’d take my brother as company.” James rolls his eyes. Amusement shines in the Knight’s eyes and he glances at your brother. “I’m trying to teach him. He’s not very receptive to chivalry, unfortunately.” It’s your turn to laugh. A man who can keep up with your humor and bully your brother? You think you’ll get along just fine. Your brother sighs. “I’m not sure I like how well you two are getting on.” You chuckle. “Afraid your friend will leave you for me?” Constantine gives you a grin. “Perhaps he should be worried.” James groans. You suppose that’s enough teasing for tonight. You laugh. “Since it’s only a matter of time before I steal you away, is it okay if I just call you Constantine?” He smiles. “Of course.” You smile back. “Excellent - $mcname will suffice, then.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion.|greetjamepatient]] * [[find this whole situation and his response suspicious.|greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust -=2]]

Your eyes widen as his lips leave tingles on your hand. Is it warm in here? Your body seems to think so. There’s a fluttering in your stomach as you look around the dimly lit gallery for something, //anything// to focus on. James’ laughter reaches you ears. “You okay? Looking a little flustered there, $mcname.” When you glance at James, he has a massive shit-eating grin on his face. You narrow your eyes. “I’m fine. Just not accustomed to the idea that you have friends with manners.” Having composed yourself, you turn back to the dashing Knight and try to ignore the butterflies. “It’s good to finally meet you, Sir Constantine.” He gives you an easy-going smile. “And you, Your Highness. But please, just Constantine, I’m not a fan of titles.” You nod your head. “Alright, just $mcname then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot and the titles do get tiresome.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion.|greetjamepatient]] * [[find this whole situation and his response suspicious. |greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust -=2]]

Your eyes widen at his words. Is it warm in here? Your body seems to think so. There’s a fluttering in your stomach as you look around the dimly lit gallery for something, //anything// to focus on. James’ laughter reaches you ears. “Please, don’t inflate my sibling's ego.” When you glance at James, he has a massive shit-eating grin on his face. You narrow your eyes playfully. “No need to be jealous, brother.” Before he can respond, you turn back to the dashing Knight and try to ignore the butterflies. “It’s good to finally meet you, Sir Constantine.” He gives you an easy-going smile. “Thank you, Your Highness. But please, just Constantine, I’m not a fan of titles.” You nod your head. “Alright, just $mcname then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot and the titles do get tiresome.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion.|greetjamepatient]] * [[find this whole situation and his response suspicious.|greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust -=2]]

!Sir Constantine Dimas, Knight of the Elite Guard in the Kingdom of Castelon ''Age'': $cage ''Horoscope'': $choroscope ''Occupation'': $coccupation ''Interests'': $cinterest1, $cinterest2, $cinterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $cweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $cfavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $clivingfamily ''Physical Description'': Constantine is a 6ft 3in, tanned man with dirty blonde hair, ocean blue eyes. ''Sir Constantine Dimas is a 26 year old Knight in Castelon's Elite Guard.'' He's James' best friend and saved his life many times during the war with Arandale. Like you, he enjoys teasing James and he finds your interactions with your brother amusing. <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $cfriend lte 20>> //You are acquaintances. Regardless, he will protect you until his last breath, as is his duty.//<</if>><<if ($cfriend gte 21) and ($cfriend lte 40)>> //He considers you a friend and wishes for your happiness.//<</if>><<if $cfriend gte 41>> //You're one of his best friends.//<</if>><<if ($cfriend gte 41) and ($cflirt gte 75) >> //But there's more to this than friendship, isn't there?//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendc' `$cfriend/$maxCfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $cflirt lte 15>> //He is aware of your presence.//<</if>><<if ($cflirt gte 16) and ($cflirt lte 30)>> //Sometimes his thoughts linger on you.//<</if>><<if ($cflirt gte 31) and ($cflirt lte 45)>> //Too often! Too often he thinks of you.//<</if>><<if ($cflirt gte 46) and ($cflirt lte 60)>> //He forgets his place at times and longs for more.//<</if>><<if ($cflirt gte 61) and ($cflirt lte 75)>> //"You came and I was crazy for you..."//<</if>><<if ($cflirt gte 76) and ($cflirt lte 85)>> //"and you cooled my mind that burned with longing..."//<</if>><<if ($cflirt gte 85) and ($cflirt lte 99)>> //"for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me.."//<</if>><<if $cflirt gte 100>> //"Constantine loves you with every fiber of his being. He would die to protect you. He would kill to protect you. Your desires are his to deliver."//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancec' `$cflirt/$maxCflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Felix Faramund ''Age'': $felixage ''Horoscope'': $felixhoroscope ''Occupation'': $felixoccupation ''Interests'': $felixinterest1, $felixinterest2, $felixinterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $felixweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $felixfavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $felixlivingfamily ''Physical Description'': Felix is a 5ft 8in man, with rich golden skin, ebony hair, and hazel eyes. ''Felix is $pluralf older brother and someone you once considered a friend.'' When you awoke to find them gone five years ago, Felix had slipped a letter under your door.<<if $crushedonfelix is true>> Before Felix and $Frederick left, you had a crush on Felix<</if>> <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $felixfriend < 20>> //He's not sure what to make of you yet.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendfelix' `$felixfriend/$maxFelixfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $felixflirt < 15>> //He's having fun with you.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancefelix' `$felixflirt/$maxFelixflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!$Frederick Faramund ''Age'': $fage ''Horoscope'': $fhoroscope ''Occupation'': $foccupation ''Interests'': $finterest1, $finterest2, $finterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $fweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $ffavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $flivingfamily ''Physical Description'': $Frederick has rich golden skin, ebony hair, green eyes, and is the same height as you. <<if $fexlove is true>>''$Frederick was your first love before $fhe left without saying goodbye.'' At your Harbinger ball, you learned that $fhe got married some time after leaving you. $fHis wife died. $fHis brother, Felix, raised $fhim after their parents were killed.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>''$Frederick was one of your best friends before $fhe left without saying goodbye.'' At your Harbinger ball, you learned that $fhe got married some time after leaving you. $fhis wife died $fHis brother, Felix, raised $fhim after their parents were killed.<</if>> <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b><<if $ffriend < 20>> //You barely know each other (anymore).//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendf' `$ffriend/$maxFfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b><<if $fflirt < 15>> //Two ships passing in the night.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancef' `$fflirt/$maxFflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Lady Margaret Rosi ''Age'': $mage ''Horoscope'': $mhoroscope ''Occupation'': $moccupation ''Interests'': $minterest1, $minterest2, $minterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $mweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $mfavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $mlivingfamily ''Physical Description'': Margaret is a 5ft 5in, petite woman with deep brown skin, raven hair, brown eyes, and lips that are always painted red. ''Lady Margaret is a mysterious spy employed by your mother.'' She is also the daughter of the wealthiest merchant in Castelon. <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $mfriend < 20>> //She isn't sure what to make of you yet.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendm' `$mfriend/$maxMfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $mflirt lte 15>> //You intrigue her, but nothing more.//<</if>><<if ($mflirt gte 16) and ($mflirt lte 30)>> //She enjoys your company. //<</if>><<if ($mflirt gte 31) and ($mflirt lte 45)>> //She dreams of you. It greatly concerns her.//<</if>><<if ($mflirt gte 46) and ($mflirt lte 60)>> //She doesn't just dream of you. She dreams of the future.//<</if>><<if ($mflirt gte 61) and ($mflirt lte 75)>> //Yearning grips her. Yearning for you.//<</if>><<if ($mflirt gte 76) and ($mflirt lte 85)>> //She can't ignore the way she feels about you. //<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancem' `$mflirt/$maxMflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>  <<if ($mflirt gte 86) and ($mflirt lte 99)>> //You intrigue her, but nothing more.//<</if>> <<if $mflirt gte 100>> //She loves you more than she's ever loved anyone. Protecting you is her number one priority.//<</if>>

<<set $metanna to true>>You can’t believe he has the audacity to pretend that you don’t deserve to know the truth. While it’s true that you both lost your father, you also lost your freedom. James always knew he was going to be King one day, but you believed it wasn’t something you had to worry about. You take a deep breath and look your brother in the eye. You watch as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. “A course of events, to which I have little knowledge, has changed the trajectory of my life. And you have the nerve to withhold the truth from me?” His eyes widen. But you don’t get to hear his excuse - whatever it is. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]]

<<set $metanna to true>>James is right that this isn’t the proper place to have such an important conversation - there’s so much sadness in his eyes that it twists your insides. You feel a pang of guilt for blindsiding him. “I’m sorry, James. I’m just tired and confused right now.” He looks surprised and relieved. “It’s alright, $mcname. I know you have a lot of questions. I’ll do my best to answer them once things have settled some.” You nod. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]]

<<set $metanna to true>>James is right that this isn’t the proper place to have such an important conversation - but he’s wrong if he thinks you’ll let it go easily. “Fine. But we will continue this later. I have questions and I expect you to provide answers.” He sighs but nods. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]]

<<set $metanna to true>>Something about everything that’s happened - your father’s death despite the war being over and your brother abdicating - doesn’t sit right with you. The letter you received at the compound was vague. Less than ten words to tell you that your future was in a direction you never imagined walking. Then you arrived home and your mother was nowhere to be found as if she didn’t want to see you after all these years. Now your brother is refusing to offer insight into how you got to this moment in time. You take a deep breath and look your brother in the eye. You watch as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. “You’re hiding something from me and I will have answers.” He looks away and chews on his bottom lip. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]]

You roll your eyes, wanting the torture of watching these two interact to end. It’s draining watching two oblivious people who are clearly head over heels for each other. James rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, I talked about everyone back home so it’s not really a big deal.” He avoids her gaze. Anna deflates. “Oh. Right.” James’ head snaps up at her somber tone, regret clear on his face. He reaches out for her and clears his throat. “I did talk about you quite a bit, though, Anna,” he says softly. She looks at him through her lashes, unsure. Constantine smirks at the pair, adding, “And he was always first to greet the messenger, hoping to get his hands on your next letter.” You heave a sigh. Poor bastards. Before Anna can react, James grabs Constantine’s arm and starts walking away, looking back over his shoulder to tell you both goodnight. Anna turns to you, face impassive and says, “Let’s get back to your chambers. It’s late.” You nod and follow along, wondering if your bath is still warm. * [[Dusk Arrives]]

James rub the back of his neck with his right hand. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, I talked about everyone back home so it’s not really a big deal.” He avoids her gaze. Anna deflates. “Oh. Right.” James’ head snaps up at her somber tone, regret clear on his face. He reaches out for her and clears his throat. “I did talk about you quite a bit, though, Anna,” he says softly. She looks at him through her lashes, unsure. Constantine meets your gaze, an amused smile on his face, before he glances back at the pair to add, “And he was always first to greet the messenger, hoping to get his hands on your next letter.” You smirk. Poor bastards are in love and probably don’t even realize it. Before Anna can react, James grabs Constantine’s arm and starts walking away, looking back over his shoulder to tell you both goodnight. Anna turns to you, face impassive and says, “Let’s get back to your chambers. It’s late.” You nod and follow along, wondering if your bath is still warm. * [[Dusk Arrives]]

James rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, I talked about everyone back home so it’s not really a big deal.” He avoids her gaze. Anna deflates. “Oh. Right.” James’ head snaps up at her somber tone, regret clear on his face. He reaches out for her and clears his throat. “I did talk about you quite a bit, though, Anna,” he says softly. She looks at him through her lashes, cheeks still pink. You clear your throat. “Well, we should turn in for the night. I’m sure we’ll have some time to catch up at the ball tomorrow.” Goodbyes are exchanged and then you head to your chambers, hoping your bath is still warm. * [[Dusk Arrives]]

So, once you've reached your chambers, Anna departs and after you’ve washed away weeks of grime and grief, your body longs for sleep. Walking over to your desk to snuff out the final candlelight in your room, you see two letters waiting for you. One bears your father’s wax seal. You… * [[read your father's letter first.|kingsletter]] * [[read the other letter first.|petletter]]

The letter is dated about a month ago, around the time the war ended. //Dear $mcname,// //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine than the thought of us four together again.// //And yet, I mourn for the families of our people who are forever separated by the sacrifices of war. I do not doubt that fighting for our principles is right. But I wonder whether the sacrifices were too great.// //Ah - but I am not writing to you to bear my weights onto your shoulders. I simply wanted to let you know that I look forward to arriving home and having our family in one place again.// //Your brother is equally excited, although I worry about what price he has paid these last years. I can only hope he is better prepared for his ascension to the throne. And I hope your time at the compound has prepared you for whatever path the gods have put you on. For I believe your and your brother’s are intertwined.// //There is much for us to discuss. We’ll see you soon.// //With eternal love,// //Percival// * [[You still have more letter to read.]]

//Your Highness,// //You, understandably, left the compound in a hurry. I have made arrangements to have your dear pet delivered to the castle in the coming weeks. You can't wait to see him.// //I assure you I have hand-selected the best handlers to ensure their care. They will be treated as a royal pet deserves.// //On a separate note… you are always welcome here should you need refuge.// //Loyally,// //Barren// //Quartermaster// With everything going on, you'd not forgotten about your beloved... * [[...lion.|NamePet2][$pettype to "lion", $lion to true]] * [[...goose.|NamePet2][$pettype to "goose", $goose to true]] * [[...raven.|NamePet2][$pettype to "raven", $raven to true]] * [[...ferret.|NamePet2][$pettype to "ferret", $ferret to true]] * [[...wolf.|NamePet2][$pettype to "wolf", $wolf to true]] * [[ ...nightingale.|NamePet2][$pettype to "nightingale", $nightingale to true]]

//Your Highness,// //You, understandably, left the compound in a hurry. I have made arrangements to have your dear pet delivered to the castle in the coming weeks. You can't wait to see him.// //I assure you I have hand-selected the best handlers to ensure their care. They will be treated as a royal pet deserves.// //On a separate note… you are always welcome here should you need refuge.// //Loyally,// //Barren// //Quartermaster// With everything going on, you'd not forgotten about your beloved... * [[...lion.|NamePet][$pettype to "lion", $lion to true]] * [[...goose.|NamePet][$pettype to "goose", $goose to true]] * [[...raven.|NamePet][$pettype to "raven", $raven to true]] * [[...ferret.|NamePet][$pettype to "ferret", $ferret to true]] * [[...wolf.|NamePet][$pettype to "wolf", $wolf to true]] * [[ ...nightingale.|NamePet][$pettype to "nightingale", $nightingale to true]]

You're looking forward to seeing your $pettype, who you affectionally named... * [[...Ripper.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Ripper"]] * [[...Ajax.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Ajax"]] * [[...Kitty.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Kitty"]] * [[...Puppy.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Puppy"]] * [[...Birdie.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Birdie"]] * [[...Balius.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Balius"]] * [[...Xanthus.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Xanthus"]] * [[...something else.|namepetviatext]] <<set $haspet to true>>

Having finished with your letters, you lay down to sleep [[- or try to.|prologue3]] <<set $haspet to true>>

Your $pettype is named... <<textbox "$petname" "???">> [[Proceed.|prologue2bedtime]]

You're looking forward to seeing your $pettype, who you affectionally named... * [[...Ripper.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Ripper"]] * [[...Ajax.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Ajax"]] * [[...Kitty.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Kitty"]] * [[...Puppy.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Puppy"]] * [[...Birdie.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Birdie"]] * [[...Balius.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Balius"]] * [[...Xanthus.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Xanthus"]] * [[...something else.|namepetviatext2]] <<set $haspet to true>>

You still have a letter from your father to read. The letter is dated about a month ago, around the time the war ended. //Dear $mcname,// //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine than the thought of us four together again.// //And yet, I mourn for the families of our people who are forever separated by the sacrifices of war. I do not doubt that fighting for our principles is right. But I wonder whether the sacrifices were too great.// //Ah - but I am not writing to you to bear my weights onto your shoulders. I simply wanted to let you know that I look forward to arriving home and having our family in one place again.// //Your brother is equally excited, although I worry about what price he has paid these last years. I can only hope he is better prepared for his ascension to the throne. And I hope your time at the compound has prepared you for whatever path the gods have put you on. For I believe your and your brother’s are intertwined.// //There is much for us to discuss. We’ll see you soon.// //With eternal love,// //Percival// * [[Head to sleep|prologue2bedtime]]

Your $pettype is named... <<textbox "$petname" "???">> * [[Proceed.|kingsletter2]]

<center><h1>The Harbinger Ceremony</h1></center> <center>//Since life seldom answers to our heart’s desires, of what// //avail are all our hopes and all our strivings? Our spirits// //are always vexed, always are we saying, “Too// //late we came, too soon we must depart!”// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain XVI, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Anna groans.]]</center>

"I swear to the gods, $mcname, if you don’t pick an outfit //this// minute. The Queen has already sent three servants to hurry you along.” You roll your eyes as you acknowledge Anna, “What’s my mother going to do - start //my// ball without me?” Still, looking at the outfits with Castelon’s colors, you choose * [[the dyed, all-blue navy toga with gold trim.]] * [[the gorgeous navy blue ball gown with intricate gold beading and off-the-shoulder sleeves.]] * [[navy trousers paired with a long navy tunic with gold belting and gold trim on the sleeves.]]

!The Night Before Everything Changes <center>//If I were free to use my will, if I were free from cares of// //good and evil in this worthless world, how willingly// //would I choose never to have come here, never to have// //lived here, never to depart hence.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain CCCXVII, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Welcome Home]]</center> <<set $prologue to true>>

Before putting on your toga, you take a good look in the mirror. * [[Your skin is free from scars - an impressive feat despite all your training at the compound.|PreBallCustomization2][$noscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - these are just reminders of your past trials.|PreBallCustomization2][$justscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization2][$justbra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including the scars from your top surgery.|PreBallCustomization2][$topsurgerynobra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including those from your top surgery, but your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization2][$topsurgerybra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - some are hidden under your chest binder.|PreBallCustomization2][$chestbinder to true]]

Before putting on your ball gown, you take a good look in the mirror. * [[Your skin is free from scars - an impressive feat despite all your training at the compound.|PreBallCustomization3][$noscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - these are just reminders of your past trials.|PreBallCustomization3][$justscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization3][$justbra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including the scars from your top surgery.|PreBallCustomization3][$topsurgerynobra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including those from your top surgery, but your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization3][$topsurgerybra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - some are hidden under your chest binder.|PreBallCustomization3][$chestbinder to true]]

Anna helps you into your tunic and trousers, letting out a low whistle. “These are way better than the clothes we wore at the compound.” You nod in agreement, not missing the scratchy training clothes that filled your room there. Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]]

Anna helps you into your toga, letting out a low whistle. “I think you wear a toga better than the Oracle’s disciples.” You chuckle at her. Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]]

Anna helps you into your ball gown, letting out a low whistle. "Can I borrow this after?” Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]]

Before putting on your tunic and trousers, you take a good look in the mirror. * [[Your skin is free from scars - an impressive feat despite all your training at the compound.|PreBallCustomization1][$noscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - these are just reminders of your past trials.|PreBallCustomization1][$justscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization1][$justbra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including the scars from your top surgery.|PreBallCustomization1][$topsurgerynobra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including those from your top surgery, but your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization1][$topsurgerybra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - some are hidden under your chest binder.|PreBallCustomization1][$chestbinder to true]]

Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]]

<<nobr>>Your eyes move from your face to your <<cycle "$skintone" autoselect>> <<option "beige">> <<option "tawny">> <<option "bronze">> <<option "umber">> <<option "ebony">> <<option "tan">> <<option "olive">> <<option "porcelain">> <<option "ivory">> <</cycle>> complexion<</nobr>>. And do you have any tattoos? [[Yes.|tattoocustomization]] [[No.|finishballprep]]

What kind of tattoos do you have, $mcname? * [[See arm sleeves.|sleevetatcustomization][$tattoo to true]] * [[See back tattoo.|backtattoo][$tattoo to true]] * [[See neck and shoulder tattoo.|necktattoo][$tattoo to true]] * [[See wrist and ankle tattoo.|wristtattoo][$tattoo to true]] * [[I don't have any more tattoos but I do have some scars!|scarcustomization][$noscars to false]] * [[I don’t have any more tattoos. (end customization)|finishballprep]] * [[Actually, I don’t have any tattoos.|finishballprep][$tattoo to false]]

You take a deep breathe. Surveying you, Anna asks, “Are you nervous, $mcname?” She meets your eyes in the mirror. You shake your head. “Not nervous - apprehensive, I think. Everything’s a mess. James’ abdication, my father’s assassination….” You trail off, not sure how else to explain the tightness in your chest. A feeling that’s wrapped around you since you read the letter a month ago. But you feel as if it were yesterday when you were leaning against the entryway of the compound and a messenger was hastily shouting for your attention. It wasn’t the page who usually delivers your mail, so you knew something was wrong. The trek up the mountains was not an easy one and this rider looked like he had been riding nonstop for many days. Your shaking fingers tore open the letter to reveal nine words that would change the course of your life: //''King dead. James abdicated. You are Next in Line.''// It was brief, to the point and had been written in a hurry. Ten minutes later you and Anna were heading down the mountains - heading home. [["Hey."]]

You don’t remember the story behind this particular tattoo, but you know that it says… * [[..."Bad Bitch"|tattoocustomization][$badbitchttat to true]] * [[..."Bad Ass"|tattoocustomization][$badasstat to true]] * [[..."Butt Slut"|tattoocustomization][$buttsluttat to true]] * [[..."Dumbass"|tattoocustomization][$dumbasstat to true]] * [[Actually, I don’t have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization][$lowerbacktat to false]] <<set $lowerbacktat to true>>

Anna smiles at you in the mirror. “Don’t worry, you’re not alone. Plus, I heard the Queen broke out the good wine!” You laugh and offer a smile in appreciation at her attempt to cheer you up. “Let’s not keep the wine waiting, then.” You turn to the… * [[...silver-leafed, laurel crown of flowers interwoven into a circle.|gototheharbingerball1][$tiara to "laurel crown"]] * [[...simple silver circlet and pick it up.|gototheharbingerball2][$tiara to "circlet"]] * [[...silver-framed, diamond jeweled tiara and pick it up.|gototheharbingerball3][$tiara to "tiara"]] * [[...silver-frame, diamond-encrusted diadem and pick it up.|gototheharbingerball4][$tiara to "diadem"]]

The silver laurel crown is light in your fingers as you hold it gently with both hands. A true sign of victory. You are, after all, a Verissimo. It is not in your blood to lose. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. “Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]

The silver circlet is cold in your fingers as you hold it tightly in one hand and use your other to trace the design. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. “Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]

The silver tiara is cold in your fingers as you hold it tightly in one hand and use your other to trace the design. The diamonds sparkle in the candle light of your chambers. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. "Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]

The silver diadem is cold in your fingers as you hold it tightly in one hand and use your other to trace the design.The diamonds sparkle in the candle light of your chambers. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. “Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]

<<set $jamestrust +=2>> <<if $preharbingerballjamessmile>> You smile at James and take your place by his side, ready to face what lies in wait. <</if>><<if $preharbingerballjameslaugh>> “Are you regretting you abdication?” you tease. He rolls his eyes, “Funny, but no, $mcsibling.” Your laughter fills the hallway, “Well, one of us is.” A mischevious look fills his eyes as he smirks and assumes position next to you. <</if>> Your brother offers an arm. You... * [[...loop your arm with his.|enterprologueball]] * [[...prefer not to loop your arm with his.|enterprologueball]]

<<set $jamestrust -=2>> <<if $pissedatharbingerjoke>> You narrow your eyes at your brother. “I can’t believe you’re making a joke about that after pushing your responsibilities onto me.” He flinches - whether from the words or the venom behind them, you know not. What you do know is there’s a guilty look on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off. <</if>><<if $ignoreharbingerjoke>> You can’t find it in yourself to respond. You just want to get this over with. Don’t you? The sooner the ceremony ends, the sooner you have more expectations. Maybe you’re looking forward to that, or maybe you’re dreading it.<</if>> One of the guards knocks on the door twice. Drumming begins, vibrating through your chest as voices inside the ballroom quiet. As the doors slowly open, The Herald’s voice broadcasts the news of your arrival. “$HisHer Royal Highness, Next in Line to the Throne of Castelon, Crown $royaltitle $mcname escorted by His Royal Highness, Prince James.” But even with all this unfolding around you, you find that your thoughts turn to the questions you’ve been asking yourself every day. It’s been one thousand years since $ancestor had founded Castelon and Arandale had never breached our shores before. It took you and Anna two weeks to get home after recieving the letter. But you knew the war had ended weeks before that. Why didn’t your mother call you home before everything turned to shit? <<if $touchaverse is false>>An elbow digs into your side.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>James clears his throat softly.<</if>>You glance over to see James with concern in his eyes. Straightening up, you cast aside your thoughts and enter the ballroom. The world is on fire - or so it feels, as hundreds of eyes bore into you. It’s not like this is your first ball, but it’s different. Where these eyes once watched with awe, they now search for mishaps, for any reason to disown you as The Heir. You cannot fail. Silence befalls the room. You force your breathing to remain quiet, lest this audience thinks you weak. You must be more. You must be //strong//. You inch closer to the throne with each step forward on the long blue rug that runs up the dais where a pair of gold thrones with velvet navy cushions sit elevated. Your mother stands in front of one throne. Your eyes linger on the throne where your father sat before glancing at the ceiling. Behind the thrones there are five braziers, each lighting up one of the banners hanging down. The flames illuminate intricate embroidery for each of our gods: Gaia, Letum, Aurora, Eurybia, and Eros. Finally, you reach the steps of the throne, where your mother appraises you with relieved eyes. You guess you were a little late. You… * [[smile awkwardly at her.|harbingerceremony]] * [[give her a quick grin.|harbingerceremony]] * [[roll your eyes at her dramatics.|harbingerceremony]] * [[remain calm and keep your face straight.|harbingerceremony]]

One of the guards knocks on the door twice. Drumming begins, vibrating through your chest as voices inside the ballroom quiet. As the doors slowly open, The Herald’s voice broadcasts the news of your arrival. “$HisHer Royal Highness, Next in Line to the Throne of Castelon, Crown $royaltitle $mcname escorted by His Royal Highness, Prince James.” But even with all this unfolding around you, you find that your thoughts turn to the questions you’ve been asking yourself every day. It’s been one thousand years since $ancestor had founded Castelon and Arandale had never breached our shores before. It took you and Anna two weeks to get home after recieving the letter. But you knew the war had ended weeks before that. Why didn’t your mother call you home before everything turned to shit? An elbow digs into your side. You glance over to see James with concern in his eyes. Straightening up, you cast aside your thoughts and enter the ballroom. The world is on fire - or so it feels, as hundreds of eyes bore into you. It’s not like this is your first ball, but it’s different. Where these eyes once watched with awe, they now search for mishaps, for any reason to disown you as The Heir. You cannot fail. Silence befalls the room. You force your breathing to remain quiet, lest this audience thinks you weak. You must be more. You must be //strong//. You inch closer to the throne with each step forward on the long blue rug that runs up the dais where a pair of gold thrones with velvet navy cushions sit elevated. Your mother stands in front of one throne. Your eyes linger on the throne where your father sat before glancing at the ceiling. Behind the thrones there are five braziers, each lighting up one of the banners hanging down. The flames illuminate intricate embroidery for each of our gods: Gaia, Letum, Aurora, Eurybia, and Eros. Finally, you reach the steps of the throne, where your mother appraises you with relieved eyes. You guess you were a little late. You… * [[smile awkwardly at her.|harbingerceremony][$prologueballsmile to true]] * [[give her a quick grin.|harbingerceremony][$prologueballquickgrin to true]] * [[roll your eyes at her dramatics.|harbingerceremony][$prologueballrolleyes to true]] * [[remain calm and keep your face straight.|harbingerceremony]]

<<if $prologueballsmile>> You smile awkwardly at your mother. Both of you know this was meant to be James. The Queen’s eyes soften and she offers you a quick, but gentle smile. The reassurance helps ease some of your anxiety. <</if>><<if $prologueballquickgrin>> You flash your mother a quick grin before anyone can notice. Her face remains impassive, except for the twitch of her lips. <</if>><<if $prologueballrolleyes>> Most would not call the Queen dramatic but you know well enough that she can be. You barely catch the fleeting grimace on her face as you roll your eyes. <</if>><<if $mottostoic>> Late or not, you know better than to embarrass your family during such an important moment. Your mother taught you many things - one of those being composure. Her words echo through you: //When your mind is in chaos, your face will betray you. Breathe. Think. React. ''Only'' in that order.// And so, you keep your mind and body calm - not an easy feat with all the questions swirling inside, threatening to consume you. But when you meet your mother’s eyes this time, you see them shining with pride. <</if>> James steps away from your side to join your mother on the dais. Oracle Davina looks down at you with a soft smile, but their eyes hold trepidation. Do they fear for you or Castelon’s fate? One and the same, perhaps. “Repeat The Harbinger Creed after me, Your Highness.” Oracle Davina looks at you expectantly. You nod your head in understanding. She begins and you repeat each line. “Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.” //The stars incline us, they do not bind us.// “Non ducor duco.” //I am not led, I lead.// “Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.” //I will either find a way or make one.// Oracle Davina removes your $tiara. As The Harbinger, you must place the crown upon your head to symbolize taking destiny into your own hands. You stand and lift your new crown off of the velvet pillow. It feels cold and heavy in your fingers. You stare into the sapphire jewels, centered around gold, and begin to understand the weight a ruler must bear. When the last piece touches your hair, you turn, head held high, and face your guests. Oracle Davina recites the final piece of the ceremony, “Alea iacta est. May the Gods protect Castelon and $hisher Royal Highness, Heir of Castelon, Crown $royaltitle $mcname, The Harbinger.” Lit chandeliers engulf the room. Dignified cheers and exuberant clapping turn to lively music as you begin walking towards the balcony on the other end of the room. * [[They came, they saw, and now they party.]] <<set $metvivian to true>>

"$mcname." You turn at the sound of James calling your name. “You okay?” you ask. He nods, looking around the room, then turns back to you. “Yeah. I think so,” he shifts so he’s angled toward you. <<if $touchaverse is false>>“You’ve got a busy night ahead, I wanted to see if you wanted to dance with me. Not sure we’ll get another moment alone on our birthday.”<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>“You’ve got a busy night ahead, I wanted to see if you wanted to join me on the balcony before you get pulled way. Not sure we’ll get another moment alone on our birthday.”<</if>> You… * [[...decline, but suggest he asks Anna.|annainterrupts]] * <<if $touchaverse is false>>[[...accept and put your hand out for him.|dancewithjames][$dancewithjames to true, $jametrust to +4]]<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>[[...nod and follow James to the balcony.|dancewithjames]]<</if>>

“I appreciate the offer, James, but I’m not in the mood to dance right now. I was hoping to sneak away for some quiet.” He chuckles. “Fair.” “But, you should ask Anna. I’m sure she’d love to dance with you.” You give him an encouraging smile. He shifts uncomfortably. “Ah - that’s alright. I just wanted to steal some of your time. Anyway, I should go find Constantine.” He gives you a small smile before departing. * [[ "Not so fast." |prologueballmeetupwithanna]]

<<if $touchaverse is false>>You put your hand out, smiling at your brother. “Shall we?” His face brightens and he grabs your hand, tugging you toward the middle of the room. You both fall into step, matching the other's movements, which isn't surprising since your parents made you practice for every ball together. Glancing at your brother’s face, he looks tired. The kind of tiredness that seeps into your bones. A weariness that clings onto you, draining every inch of peace from you. “What?” he asks softly. “You look exhausted, James. Have you been sleeping?” He’s quiet for a moment and you know he’s contemplating lying, brushing it off. “Not well. Not since…” He doesn’t need to finish. You know. Not since your father’s death. “I guess we’re two peas in a pod,” you tell him. “Two smashed peas.” You both laugh and it’s the lightest you’ve felt in a while. “Well,” you muse, “at least we have each other.” He nods and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Always.” The music dies down and your dance ends. James scurries off to find Constantine and you take a deep breath, preparing to sneak away to the balcony. [[ "Not so fast." |prologueballmeetupwithanna]]<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>You nod, smiling at your brother. “Shall we?” His face brightens and he heads toward the balcony with you at his side. A gently spring breeze wraps around the two of you as both lean over the railing overlooking the garden. For a moment neither of you speak, and you glance at your brother’s face, he looks tired. The kind of tiredness that seeps into your bones. A weariness that clings onto you, draining every inch of peace from you. “What?” he asks softly, head turning to you. “You look exhausted, James. Have you been sleeping?” He’s doesn't respond for a moment and you know he’s contemplating lying, brushing it off. “Not well. Not since…” He doesn’t need to finish. You know. Not since your father’s death. “I guess we’re two peas in a pod,” you tell him. “Two smashed peas.” You both laugh and it’s the lightest you’ve felt in a while. “Well,” you muse, “at least we have each other.” He nods and smiles at you with tears threatening to fall. “Always.” The music from inside the ballroom dies down and your brother lets out a weary sigh. "We'd better return," he says wistfully as he takes a final glance at the garden. You watch him walk away before taking a breath of your own and heading back inside. * [["There you are." |prologueballmeetupwithanna]]<</if>>

“You’re not getting away //that// easily.” Startled, you turn to see Anna right next to you. Where did she come from? You grin. “No one would notice.” She smirks with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Don’t be daft $mcname. This ball is held in your honor, people would notice. Who should we mingle with first?” Your eyes scan the smattering of lace, silk, and wine. You... * [[...are curious about the woman standing in the corner.|meetmargaret]] * [[...narrow your eyes at two people who look like your old friends.|meetfandfelix]]

<<set $metmargaret to true>>Your eyes fall upon a woman lurking in the shadows, red lips sipping from an almost empty glass. Anna follows your line of sight. She grins, “That’s right - you haven’t met Lady Margaret before. I know her from my school days. Let’s go introduce you.” “She doesn’t strike me as the type of woman who wants to be bothered,” you muse. Anna flashes you a mischievous look before bouncing off. You sigh and follow her. On the way, you grab two glasses of red wine when you pass the drink table. Lady Margaret raises her eyebrow as you approach. “Margaret, how are you enjoying the party?” Anna asks. “I thought you’d like to meet $royaltitle $mcname.” “Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Lady Anna.” Margaret turns her attention to you and offers a curious smile as her eyes drink you in. “It’s lovely to meet you $royaltitle $mcname. Is that wine for me?” * [[Yes, you noticed her glass was empty.][$mfriend +=2]] * [[No, you were planning to drink both. ❤️][$mflirt +=2]]

<<set $metf to true>>You narrow you eyes at the two familiar figures. * [[Two men, clearly brothers. The younger one was your first love.|firstloveroute][$FrederickEX to true]] * [[Two men, clearly brothers. The younger one is your ex-best friend.|bffroute][$FrederickBFF to true]] * [[A woman and a man, clearly siblings. The woman was your first love.|firstloveroute][$FreyjaEX to true]] * [[A woman and a man, clearly siblings. The woman is your ex-best friend.|bffroute][$FreyjaBFF to true]] <<set $metf to true>> <<set $metfelix to true>>

What sleeve tattoo do you have? * <<if $rightsleeveflowers is false>>[[A sleeve of flowers on your right arm, filled with colorful bluebells, lotuses, asters, and carnations.|tattoocustomization][$rightsleeveflowers to true]]<</if>> * <<if $leftsleeveflowers is false>>[[A sleeve of red poppies on your left arm.|tattoocustomization][$leftsleeveflowers to true]]<</if>> * <<if $leftsleevegods is false>>[[A black and white sleeve of the gods on your left arm.|tattoocustomization][$leftsleevegods to true]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don't have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]]

//He paused to run his finger along the inside of the cover, where your family name, Verissimo, was etched. As for your first name, you were named after an ancestor on your mother’s side…// * [[...Violet|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Violet"]] * [[...Varren|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Varren"]] * [[...Atticus|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Atticus"]] * [[...Aemila|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Aemila"]] * [[...Lynx|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Lynx"]] * [[...Rowan|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Rowan"]] * [[Enter my own name]]

You have a tattoo on your... * <<if $lunarcycletat is false>>[[...back of the Lunar Cycle that starts at the top of your spine and moves down the middle.|tattoocustomization][$lunarcycletat to true]]<</if>> * <<if $letumbacktattoo is false>>[[...back of Letum, the God of Death with his Spear of Judgment.|tattoocustomization][$letumbacktattoo to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lowerbacktat is false>>[[...lower back tattoo, just above your bum (click for options).|trampstamptattooption]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don't have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]]

Looking at your wrists and ankles you see... * <<if $crownwristtat is false>>[[...a crown that circles around your right wrist.|tattoocustomization][$crownwristtat to true]]<</if>> * <<if $serpenttatwrist is false>>[[...a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around left wrist.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatwrist to true]]<</if>> * <<if $serpenttatankle is false>>[[...a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around your right ankle.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatankle to true]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don’t have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]]

You have a tattoo on... * <<if $serpenttatneck is false>>[[...the back of your neck of a serpent devouring it’s own tail.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatneck to true]]<</if>> * <<if $serpenttatshoulder is false>>[[...your left shoulder of a serpent devouring itself.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatshoulder to true]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don't have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]]

<<if $FrederickEX is true>><<set $fexlove to true>> <<elseif $FreyjaEX is true>><<set $fexlove to true>><<set $Frederick to "Freyja">><<set $pluralf to "Freyja's">><<set $fhe to "she">><<set $fHe to "She">><<set $fhim to "her">><<set $fHim to "Her">><<set $fhis to "her">><<set $fHis to "Her">><<set $fhimself to "herself">><<set $fman to "woman">><<set $fsibling to "sister">><<set $faddress to "Ms.">><<set $widower to "widow">><</if>> You gasp, “Anna, is that $Frederick?” Her eyes land on the young $fman who is engrossed in a conversation with a man who is a bit taller and older. Anna’s eyes widen and she says, “I do believe it is. And is that $fhis brother Felix?” Of course, $fhis brother, they’re only two years apart in age. Felix was an old friend, too. In fact, when you realized $Frederick was gone, you were grateful to find that Felix had left you a letter. You turn to face Anna. “But I thought they had moved abroad? When did they come back?” Anna shrugs, “I have no clue. We should go ask.” She turns to you, waiting to see what you’d like to do. You… * [[...ask her to lead the way while you prepare yourself mentally.|prepareexroute]] * [[...tell her to give you a moment and then head over there.|momentexroute]]

<<if $FreyjaBFF is true>><<set $Frederick to "Freyja">><<set $pluralf to "Freyja's">><<set $fhe to "she">><<set $fHe to "She">><<set $fhim to "her">><<set $fHim to "Her">><<set $fhis to "her">><<set $fHis to "Her">><<set $fhimself to "herself">><<set $fman to "woman">><<set $fsibling to "sister">><<set $faddress to "Ms.">><<set $widower to "widow">><</if>> You gasp, “Anna, is that $Frederick?” Her eyes land on the young $fman who is engrossed in a conversation with a man who is a bit taller and older. Anna’s eyes widen and she says, “I do believe it is. And is that $fhis brother Felix?” Of course, $fhis brother, they’re only two years apart in age. Felix was an old friend, too. In fact, when you realized $Frederick was gone, you were grateful to find that Felix had left you a letter. You turn to face Anna. “But I thought they had moved abroad? When did they come back?” Anna shrugs, “I have no clue. We should go ask.” She turns to you, waiting to see what you’d like to do. You… * [[ask her to lead the way while you prepare yourself mentally.|preparebffroute]] * [[tell her to give you a moment and then head over there.|momentbffroute]]

“Well met, Lady Margaret. I did notice your glass was empty as we were making our way over.” She takes the wine from your outstretched hand and glances down into the glass. “How’d you know red was my favorite?” she inquires. Your gaze drops to her painted lips. “Lucky guess,” you say with a chuckle. Her joyous laughter draws your eyes back up. “Lucky indeed, Your Highness,” she smirks at you before taking a sip. Anna clears her throat, you see the amusement swimming in her eyes. “Did you come to the ball alone Margaret?” Margaret nods. “Yes, I’ve been away from Castelon for a few years now. I didn’t have time to find a suitable date.” She could certainly find one if she wanted. Whether or not you were attracted to her, you could see that she was a beautiful woman. It’s a surprise she isn’t married, yet - then again, not everyone wants to get married and arranged marriages are against Castelon law. “That’s right, I’d heard you work with your father now. How are his business endeavors?” Anna asks. Margaret opens her mouth to respond but is interrupted by a guard. He bows his head in respect. “Apologies for the interruption, Your Highness, but the Queen has requested Lady Margaret’s presence in her office.” You nod to the guard. “Best you don’t keep her waiting, Lady Margaret,” you muse. She gives a bow before quickly departing. You turn your head and watch her disappear into the shadows with your mother’s guard in tow. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

Your eyes scan the smattering of lace, silk, and wine. You... <ul> <<if $metmargaret is false>><li>[[...are curious about the woman standing in the corner.|meetmargaret]]</li><</if>> <<if $metf is false>><li>[[...narrow your eyes at two people who look like your old friends.|meetfandfelix]]</li><</if>> <li>[[...are ready to move on.]]</li></ul>

“Alright - you lead the way while I prepare myself.” Anna nods and offers you a reassuring smile. “Perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, feeling a bit more prepared to face your past. Anna starts heading toward them and you fall into step alongside her. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. *[[You Remember That Day All Too Well|bffconfession]]

“Just a moment - I just need a moment before I face $fhim.” “Of course,” she says, offering you a smile. “And perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve. After a few quiet moments of contemplation, you begin walking towards them, Anna matching your pace. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. * [[You Remember That Day All Too Well|bffconfession]]

//''Solis Occasum Cycle 916, Late Spring''// //You’re lying on a blanket in the grass, $Frederick is on the other end. Sometimes the castle gets overwhelming and you want to get away, so you come out here to watch the clouds. When they can, Anna or $Frederick join you. A smile settles on your lips as you think about your two best friends, the only two people in the world who know your secrets, your dreams, your fears.// //$Frederick turns $fhis head to look at you, so you meet $fhis gaze, too. “Are you ready for your birthday ball tonight?” $fhe asks.// //You shrug. “It’ll be nice to spend some time with my dad. He’s been so busy with the war…"// //$fHe nods. “Do you ever think about if we hadn’t met?”// //“Not really,” you grin, “but my life wouldn’t be near as fun without our adventures.”// //$fHe chuckles. “I agree.” Then turns $fhis gaze back to the sky and adds, “It’s just…sometimes I can’t believe I get to be here. At the castle. I’m lucky to call you my friend.”// //“Best friend,” you say chuckling.// //$fHe laughs. “The very best.” Finally, $fhis watery green eyes turn back to your $mceyecolor gaze. “But really, $mcname, after my parents died…I only had Felix. But you…you’ve been the best friend anyone could ask for.”// //You smile at $fhim. “You’ll always have me. And Anna. And James!”// //A voice calls you from afar, “Your Highness! You ''must'' get ready for the ball.”// //You both get up with a sigh and you say, “I’ll see you tonight, then.”// [[But that was five years ago|exbffmeetingagain]]

“Alright - you lead the way while I prepare myself.” Anna nods and offers you a reassuring smile. “Perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, feeling a bit more prepared to face your past. Anna starts heading toward them and you fall into step alongside her. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. * [[You Remember That Day All Too Well|exconfession]]

“Just a moment - I just need a moment before I face $fhim.” “Of course,” she says, offering you a smile. “And perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve. After a few quiet moments of contemplation, you begin walking towards them, Anna matching your pace. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. *[[You Remember That Day All Too Well|exconfession]]

//''Solis Occasum Cycle 916, Late Spring''// You did it. You finally did it. You told $Frederick how you feel. And $fhe feels the same. Sunlight flits through the window of your bedroom, warming your face. A contented sigh falls from your upturned lips as you close your eyes and recall what happened last night after you and your twin’s sixteenth birthday ball. //You fingers nervously twitch at your sleeves while you wait for $Frederick to arrive. You’d asked $fhim to meet you here when the stars were at their brightest. Will $fhe show?// //Last week, you were sitting in your father’s office discussing the ball preparations. He’d asked you to stay behind when James left.// //“Father? Is everything okay?” you’d asked.// //He smiled at you and declared that “we must tell those we love how we feel. Life is fleeting, dear, $mcname.”// //You recall how he’d caught you off guard. “I’m unsure who you have in mind.”// //He’d let out a chuckle and turned his eyes to the window where the sun was setting across the garden. “I’ve seen you and $Frederick.” His intelligent $mceyecolor eyes turned to meet yours. “Ask $fhim to meet you after the ball and tell $fhim of your love.”// //Your eyes had widened and you’d felt warmth spread from your neck upwards. “I can’t!”// //“And why not?”// //You looked down at your hands, nails digging into your palm. You whispered, “What if $fhe doesn’t feel the same? What if $fhe doesn’t want to be my friend anymore? I can’t lose $fhim. I need $fhim.”// //Before you knew it, your father’s hands were gently pulling you up from the chair and wrapping you in a hug. “If $fhe rejects you, $fhe is a fool.” You pull back and look at your father. He smiled and concluded, “But either way, your heart will have a way forward. Do not allow it to linger in this purgatory, $mcname.”// //Now, standing here, waiting for $fhim, you remember your father’s words and feel more confident. Footsteps crunch on the dewy grass and you turn to see $Frederick.// //$fHe smiles and comes to a stop a few feet in front of you. You open your mouth but close it, feeling less confident now that $fhe is right in front of you. So close you can see $fhis breath mingle in the cool air.// //“$mcname? Are you okay?” You blink. Then nod. Then grimace, thinking you must look like an idiot.// //You shake away the thoughts. You must free yourself of this trap called love!// //“I wanted to tell you something.” $fHe raises an eyebrow. You clear your throat. “You’re my best friend, $Frederick.” $fHe gives you a soft smile, a rare smile only you know so well.// //You find yourself smiling back. So far so good, $mcname!// //You continue, “You never judge me when I tell you my thoughts, no matter how silly they are.” You take a step closer. “And you always seem to know when I’m feeling overwhelmed and you find a way to whisk me away to a quiet place where you read to me until I fall asleep.” Another step.// //You take a deep breath. “And now I’ve realized it’s not just your companionship I seek, $Frederick. It’s your love.”// //Your close enough to touch now. “I love you.” You hold your hands out, hoping $fhe will take them. Your heart beats loudly and your head pounds as you wait for an eternity.// //$fHe takes your hands and pulls you close. The starlight illuminates $fhis enchanting green eyes as $fhe tilts $fhis head closer to yours. $fHis lips right above yours, $fhe whispers, “I love you, too, $mcname.”// * [[But that was five years ago|exlovemeetingagain]]

Regardless of how you feel about $Frederick now, you once loved $fhim. And $fhe loved you, or so you thought. For a beautiful, fleeting moment, you //thought// you knew what it was like to be loved as you are. But like the past, $fhe disappeared and with $fhim, $fhis love for you. Your heart speeds up with each step toward $fhim. How could it not? A thousand thoughts overwhelm you. //Why is $fhe back?// //Why did $fhe leave?// //What do you say?// //Did $fhe ever lov-// But now your mind is quiet, save for the pounding that your heart projects. So loud in the deafening silence between two souls that once intertwined. Those green eyes you knew so well stare back, piercing your heart. You can’t look away. Will $fhe disappear if you do? As you come to a stop in front of $fhim, $fhe sucks in a breath and $fhis eyes trace your every inch, as if you’re a figment of $fhis imagination. “$mcname…” $fHe says your name and you force yourself to take a breath. You steel your gaze and look into $Frederick’s eyes. “You never wrote to me. You left without a goodbye and you never wrote to me.” $Frederick’s brows furrow and $fhe’s quiet for a moment, as if replaying something in $fhis mind. “I //did// write to you.” “What?” You shake your head. “You can’t lie your way out of this,” you reply. $Frederick shakes his head and looks at your face with genuine confusion. “I wrote to you for two years. But you never replied…” $fHe swallows. “Of course, I understood why. When I realized you would never reply, I stopped sending the letters. I didn’t want to push against the boundary you clearly set.” $fHe looks away, tears fighting for dominance in $fhis eyes as $fhe struggles to push them away. You’re quiet for a moment, trying to come to terms with this. Trying to decide if you can believe these words. “It’s true,” Felix says after the silence has gotten thick. “$fHe sent one every week. And then it went to twice a month, before just one a month. And then…” You look over at him and he has a sad smile on his face as he glances between you and $Frederick. Felix is many things. But he’s never been a liar. Two years of letters that never reached you. Would they have changed anything about how you feel? * [[Yes, I’m sure they would have made a difference.|ch1noletters][$ffriend +=2]] * [[Maybe, I can’t say for certain either way since I haven’t seen the letters.|ch1noletters]] * [[No, I don’t care about the letters. They change nothing.|ch1noletters][$ffriend -=2]]

Regardless of how you feel about $Frederick now, you once cared for $fhim. Trusted $fhim. Confided in $fhim with your secrets, your dreams, your fears. And $fhe cared for you, or so you thought. For a beautiful, fleeting moment, you //thought// you knew what it was like to have two true friends who would never leave you. Who would always accept you as you are. But like the past, $fhe disappeared and with $fhim, any semblance of friendship. Your heart speeds up with each step toward $fhim. How could it not? A thousand thoughts overwhelm you. //Why is $fhe back?// //Why did $fhe leave?// //What do you say?// //Did $fhe ever car-// But now your mind is quiet, save for the pounding that your heart projects. So loud in the deafening silence between two souls that once shared everything. Those green eyes you knew so well stare back, piercing your heart. You can’t look away. Will $fhe disappear if you do? As you come to a stop in front of $fhim, $fhe sucks in a breath and $fhis eyes trace your every inch, as if you’re a figment of $fhis imagination. “$mcname…” $fHe says your name and you force yourself to take a breath. You steel your gaze and look into $Frederick’s eyes. “You never wrote to me. You left without a goodbye and you never wrote to me.” $Frederick’s brows furrow and $fhe’s quiet for a moment, as if replaying something in $fhis mind. “I //did// write to you.” “What?” You shake your head. “You can’t lie your way out of this,” you reply. $Frederick shakes his head and looks at your face with genuine confusion. “I wrote to you for two years. But you never replied…” $fHe swallows. “Of course, I understood why. When I realized you would never reply, I stopped sending the letters. I didn’t want to push against the boundary you clearly set.” $fHe looks away, tears fighting for dominance in $fhis eyes as $fhe struggles to push them away. You’re quiet for a moment, trying to come to terms with this. Trying to decide if you can believe these words. “It’s true,” Felix says after the silence has gotten thick. “$fHe sent one every week. And then it went to twice a month, before just one a month. And then…” You look over at him and he has a sad smile on his face as he glances between you and $Frederick. Felix is many things. But he’s never been a liar. Two years of letters that never reached you. Would they have changed anything about how you feel? * [[Yes, I’m sure they would have made a difference.|ch1nolettersbff][$ffriend +=2]] * [[Maybe, I can’t say for certain either way since I haven’t seen the letters.|ch1nolettersbff]] * [[No, I don’t care about the letters. They change nothing.|ch1nolettersbff][$ffriend -=2]]

Smiling at Felix, you say, “Thank you, Felix. You’ve aged like a fine wine.” His green eyes stare at you for a moment, as if trying to decide if you mean it. Finally, he smirks. “I’m glad someone noticed.” Your eyes roam his body as you chuckle. “There’s nothing unnoticeable about you.” Felix takes a step forward looking curiously into your eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but it is interrupted $Frederick choking on wine. Felix's eyes widen and he starts patting his $fsibling on the back. $Frederick stop coughing after a moment. “Apologies, I must have been drinking too quickly.” $fHe glances quickly at Felix, then back at you. Anna drags Felix away for more wine, leaving you alone with $Frederick, who turns you to with a smile to say, “Anyway, Happy Birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|bffrefusetoactfine]] * [[...say thank you and ask how long they've been back.|bffhowlongback]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze ❤️.|bfffaceflushgaze][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...say "It's happy now that you're here." ❤️|bffbirthdayflirt][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered ❤️.|bffreluctantnballflirt][$fflirt +=2]]

Heat floods your face as his mischievous hazel eyes meet yours. “Thank you,” you reply quickly, looking away. But you can feel his gaze and you shift under his attention. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Felix tilts his head slightly, a small smirk gracing his face. It widens when you meet his eyes again. “Are you…shy, $mcname?” His tone is teasing and his eyes shine with amusement. He chuckles and takes a step closer. Your eyes widen a bit, surprised by his actions. You open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by $Frederick choking on wine. Felix's eyes widen and he starts patting his $fsibling on the back. $Frederick stop coughing after a moment. “Apologies, I must have been drinking too quickly.” $fHe glances quickly at Felix, then back at you. Anna drags Felix away for more wine, leaving you alone with $Frederick, who turns you to with a smile to say, “Anyway, Happy Birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|bffrefusetoactfine]] * [[...say thank you and ask how long they've been back.|bffhowlongback]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze ❤️.|bfffaceflushgaze][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...say "It's happy now that you're here." ❤️|bffbirthdayflirt][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. ❤️|bffreluctantnballflirt][$fflirt +=2]]

Felix chuckles, “I’d say it's hard not to enjoy the party when the wine is flowing freely.” You laugh lightly. Anna turns to Felix, “Speaking of, let’s go get some wine.” You open your mouth to protest, but they’ve already begun walking away. Well, fuck. You shift uncomfortably. Unsure. What is there to be sure of? Only that you’ve been left alone with someone who you once called a best friend. The person who you shared your fears and dreams with. Who left without a word. And here $fhe is, smiling at you gently. And here your heart is, beating as if $fhe never tore the trust from your limbs. $Frederick clears $fhis throat and brushes a hand through $fhis dark hair. $fHis soft tone sounds the way it always did as $fhe speaks, “You look well, Your Highness. Happy Birthday - by the way.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|bffrefusetoactfine]] * [[...say thank you and ask how long they've been back.|bffhowlongback]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze ❤️.|bfffaceflushgaze][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...say "It's happy now that you're here." ❤️|bffbirthdayflirt][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered.❤️|bffreluctantnballflirt][$fflirt +=2]]

Heat floods your face as his mischievous hazel eyes meet yours. “Thank you,” you reply quickly, looking away. But you can feel his gaze and you shift under his attention. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Felix tilts his head slightly, a small smirk gracing his face. It widens when you meet his eyes again. "Are you…shy, $mcname?” His tone is teasing and his eyes shine with amusement. He chuckles and takes a step closer. Your eyes widen a bit, surprised by his actions. You open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by wine spilling down Felix’s tunic. You both turn to look at the culprit. “What the hell?” Felix growls at $fhim. $Frederick shrugs. “Apologies, you know I’m clumsy. Oh - and it’s your favorite tunic as well. How sad.” $fHe frowns at Felix’s tunic, but you swear $fhis lips are twitching. Anna hands Felix a cloth and he mutters a thank you before throwing $Frederick a brief glare. “Let’s go get that stain out,” she suggests. You watch Anna and Felix disappear into the crowd. $Frederick turns back to you with a smile, “Anyway, happy birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|prologueballangry]] * [[...say "Thank you," and ask how long they've been back.|thankhim]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze. ❤️|prologueballflush][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...say it's "happy now that you're here." ❤️|hbdbecauseofyouex][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. ❤️|prologueballexreluctantflirt1][$fflirt +=2]]

Smiling at Felix, you say, “Thank you, Felix. You’ve aged like a fine wine.” He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to decide if you mean it. Finally, he smirks. “I’m glad someone noticed.” Your eyes roam his body as you chuckle. “There’s nothing unnoticeable about you.” Felix takes a step forward looking curiously into your eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but it is interrupted by wine spilling down his tunic. You both turn to look at the culprit. "What the hell?” Felix growls at $fhim. $Frederick shrugs. “Apologies, you know I’m clumsy. Oh - and it’s your favorite tunic as well. How sad.” $fHe frowns at Felix’s tunic, but you swear $fhis eyes are twinkling. Anna hands Felix a cloth and he mutters a thank you before throwing $Frederick a brief glare. “Let’s go get that stain out,” she suggests. You watch Anna and Felix disappear into the crowd. $Frederick turns back to you with a smile, “Anyway, happy birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|prologueballangry]] * [[...say "Thank you," and ask how long they've been back.|thankhim]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze. ❤️|prologueballflush][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...say it's "happy now that you're here." ❤️|hbdbecauseofyouex][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. ❤️|prologueballexreluctantflirt1][$fflirt +=2]]

Felix chuckles, “I’d say it hard not to enjoy the party when the wine is flowing free.” You laugh lightly. Anna turns to Felix, “Speaking of, let’s go get some wine.” You open your mouth to protest, but they’ve already begun walking away. Well, fuck. You shift uncomfortably. Unsure. What is there to be sure of? Only that you’ve been left alone with the person who took your heart in $fhis hands and squeezed until it was barely beating. But here $fhe is, smiling at you gently. And here your heart is, beating as if $fhe never tore the love from your limbs. $Frederick clears $fhis throat and brushes a hand through $fhis dark hair. $fHis soft tone sounds the way it always did as $fhe speaks, “You look well, Your Highness. Happy Birthday - by the way.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|prologueballangry]] * [[...say "Thank you," and ask how long they've been back.|thankhim]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze. ❤️|prologueballflush][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...say it's "happy now that you're here." ❤️|hbdbecauseofyouex][$fflirt +=2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. ❤️|prologueballexreluctantflirt1][$fflirt +=2]]

You roll your eyes and fix $fhim with a glare. “Really? After all this time, you expect us to act like everything’s fine?” Your cold voice causes $fhim to stumble back a bit. “I - I just need time to explain everything, to make you understand.” You scoff. “Well, it better be a damn good explanation, $Frederick.” $fHe runs a hand through $fhis dark hair, grimace set on $fhis face. Something shiny catches in the candlelight and your eyes zero in on a ring. Your mouth runs dry. Your $mceyecolor eyes as cold as the Sea of Sorrows. When $fhe follows your gaze and realizes you’ve seen it, $fhe starts fiddling with the ring hanging from $fhis neck, nervous energy bouncing off of $fhim. $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]

You have questions. Questions only $fhe can answer. And conflicting emotions of hurt, anger, and relief wrap around your body. But you can’t find it in you to be cold - not when $fhe looks at you with those green eyes, eyes you once trusted. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you reply softly, a strained smile on your face. "How long have you been back?" “We’ve been back for a couple of months.” Months! How did you not know? Why didn't your mother write to tell you? You nod, “I see.” “I wanted to see you and Anna,” $fhe frowns. “I didn’t know… there are things I need to explain and I don’t know where to start.” $fHe brushes a hand through $fhis hair and that’s when the light bounces off something shiny. A ring hanging by a necklace around $Frederick’s neck. Your eyes widen and you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is that a wedding ring?” It comes out a whisper but $fhe hears you and takes a step closer, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “Yes, I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]

You glance away, feeling heat flood your face. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you say softly. Glancing back at $fhim from the side. $fHe bites $fhis lip. After a moment, $fhe starts to speak, “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname,” you smile softly, face still heated. “Like you used to.” $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you reach out, seizing the ring hanging by a thread around $Frederick’s neck. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]

You bite your lip, meeting $fhis eyes, and reply, “It’s happy now that you’re here.” $fHe sucks in a breath and searches your face, drinking you in. “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname. Like you used to.” $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you reach out, seizing the ring hanging by a thread around $Frederick’s neck. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHis eyes widen, as if he’d forgotten it was there. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]

You wish $fhe didn’t have this effect on you. But there are so many emotions and questions coursing through you. And those green eyes and that soft voice send butterflies through your stomach. You take a deep breath, hating $fhis effect on you. Wishing you could hate $fhim. You break eye contact. Neither of you knows what to say and the uneasy silence wraps around you both. $fHe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you reach out, seizing the ring hanging by a thread around $Frederick’s neck. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHis eyes widen, as if he’d forgotten it was there. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]

Your heart is racing and your fingers twitch. Standing straighter, you cross your arms behind your back, your face an expressionless mask. To the outside world, you are a calm and collected royal, but that’s not the truth. Your mind is aching to understand how you were confessing your love in one moment and then five years passed. But this isn’t different from thoughts that you’ve had before. Thoughts on what was. On what could have been. On how what should have been an infinite, beautiful, love turned into a finite, tragic, loss. $fHis eyes search you as if you’ve been lost at sea. Like //you’re// the one who disappeared and came storming in after all this time. The stretch of silence is broken by Felix and Anna reappearing with wine. Anna takes a careful look at you, asking with her eyes if you’re okay. You give her a nod. But she knows better. Anna hands you a glass of wine and turns to Felix and $Frederick. “I’m sure we’ll see each other later, but right now, $HisHer Highness has guests to mingle with.” And with that, she gently tugs your sleeve so you follow her away from the minefield of unspoken words. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

You’re not sure how to respond. Or how to feel. You weren’t sure when, or if, you would see each other again. Of course, you say the most intelligent thing you can think of. “Oh.” Anna and Felix reappear with four glasses of wine. Felix takes a sip of wine and hums. “Is this the vintage we drank at your sixteenth birthday, $mcname?” You laugh. “I’m surprised you remember that.” Felix’s lips curve into an easy-going smile as you enjoy your favorite wine. “It’s not as if I could forget the night my $fsibling confessed $fhis feelings for you.” Anna chokes on her wine. You have to get out of here before your heart leaps out of your chest. You look at Anna, wine all but dripping onto her dress. You say, “Oh dear, let’s get you some water. Excuse us.” You tug her sleeve and quickly flee. Gracefully, of course. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

You have... * <<if $daggerneckscar is false>>[[...a neck scar from a dagger.|scarcustomization][$daggerneckscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $clawneckscar is false>>[[...a claw mark scar on your neck.|scarcustomization][$clawneckscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $barbedwirescararm is false>>[[...a lower arm scar from where barbed wire dug into your skin.|scarcustomization][$barbedwirescararm to true]]<</if>> * <<if $deepscarrunninguparm is false>>[[...a deep scar that runs up your arm.|scarcustomization][$deepscarrunninguparm to true]]<</if>> * <<if $clawbicepscar is false>>[[...a claw mark scar on your bicep.|scarcustomization][$clawbicepscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $thighscar is false>>[[...a rigid scar across your thigh.|scarcustomization][$thighscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $abdomenscar is false>>[[...a horizontal abdomen scar.|scarcustomization][$abdomenscar to true]]<</if>> * [[I don't have any more scars.|finishballprep]] * [[Actually, I don't have any scars.|finishballprep][$noscars to true]]

Looking $fhim in the eyes, you ask, “Was I not enough for you?” A conflicting mixture of hurt and regret flashes through $fhis eyes but you remain unyielding. “My love wasn’t enough so you sought comfort with someone else?” Your throat is constricting, your lungs aching for air, and your heart beats a slow, painful rhythm. $fHe shakes $fhis head rapidly and looks deeply into your eyes, hoping you’ll take $fhis next words for what they are. “It was //never// you, $mcname. It was //me// - I was an orphaned teenager with nothing to offer. How could you ever want me? How could //I// ever be enough for you?” “Gone,” your voice breaks. “You were just //gone//.” The agony thrashing in $fhis green eyes can only compare to your inner turmoil. $fHe takes a step closer and $fhis fingers twitch at $fhis side. You clear your throat and mind from the fog that threatens to overtake you. “You only had to stay,” you whisper. $fHe puts $fhis head in $fhis hands. After a moment, $fhe looks back up at you. “I //never// would have left if…” Thinking better of it $fhe says, “There are things I need to tell you. But not here…I’m not sure who can be trusted here.” “And when will you tell me, $Frederick?” “Soon, I promise.” You look away, out at your guests. Living their lives, dancing through this losing battle of time, free of worries. $fHe steps next to you, out of touch, but close enough that you feel that warmth you once longed for. You turn your eyes to $fhis. $fHe reaches a hand toward your face but it doesn’t make contact. Hovering above, like everything left unsaid. “The stars guided me back to you,” $fhe murmurs softly. “and I will stay as long as you allow.” Anna and Felix appear with four glasses of wine. Anna takes a careful look at you, asking with her eyes if you’re okay. You shake your head. Anna hands you a glass of wine and turns to Felix and $Frederick. “I’m sure we’ll see each other later, but right now, $HisHer Highness has guests to mingle with.” And with that, she gently tugs your sleeve so you follow her away from the minefield of emotions. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

You roll your eyes and fix $fhim with a glare. “Really? After all this time, you expect us to act like everything’s fine?” Your cold voice causes $fhim to stumble back a bit. “I - I just need time to explain everything, to make you understand.” You scoff. “Well, it better be a damn good explanation, $Frederick.” $fHe runs a hand through $fhis dark hair, grimace set on $fhis face. Something shiny catches in the candlelight and your eyes zero in on a ring hanging by a necklace around $Frederick’s neck. Your mouth runs dry. Your $mceyecolor eyes as cold as the Sea of Sorrows. When $fhe follows your gaze and realizes you’ve seen it, $fhe starts fiddling with the ring, nervous energy bouncing off $fhim. $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]

You have questions. Questions only $fhe can answer. And conflicting emotions of hurt, anger, and relief wrap around your body. But you can’t find it in you to be cold - not when $fhe looks at you with those green eyes, eyes you once trusted. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you reply softly, a strained smile on your face. “We’ve been back for a couple of months.” Months! How did you not know? Why didn't your mother write to tell you? You nod, “I see.” “I wanted to see you and Anna,” $fhe frowns. “I didn’t know… there are things I need to explain and I don’t know where to start.” $fHe brushes a hand through $fhis hair and that’s when the light bounces off something shiny. A ring hanging by a necklace around $Frederick’s neck. Your eyes widen and you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is that a wedding ring?” It comes out a whisper but $fhe hears you and takes a step closer, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “Yes, I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]

You glance away, feeling heat flood your face. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you say softly. Glancing back at $fhim from the side. $fHe bites $fhis lip. After a moment, $fhe starts to speak, “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname,” you smile softly, face still heated. “Like you used to.” $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you reach out, seizing the ring hanging by a thread around $Frederick’s neck. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHis eyes widen, as if he’d forgotten it was there. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]

You bite your lip, meeting $fhis eyes, and reply, “It’s happy now that you’re here.” $fHe sucks in a breath and searches your face, drinking you in. “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname. Like you used to.” $His eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you reach out, seizing the ring hanging by a thread around $Frederick’s neck. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHis eyes widen, as if he’d forgotten it was there. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]

You wish $fhe didn’t have this effect on you. But there are so many emotions and questions coursing through you. And those green eyes and that soft voice send butterflies through your stomach. You take a deep breath, hating $fhis effect on you. Wishing you could hate $fhim. You break eye contact. Neither of you knows what to say and the uneasy silence wraps around you both. $fHe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, your eyes narrow at $fhis necklace and the hanging ring. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHis eyes widen and $fhe starts fiddling with the ring. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face, regret swimming in $fhis eyes. “I was married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]

You’re not sure how to respond. Or how to feel. You weren’t sure when, or if, you would see each other again. Of course, you say the most intelligent thing you can think of. “Oh.” Anna and Felix reappear with four glasses of wine. Felix takes a sip of wine and hums. “Is this the vintage we drank at your sixteenth birthday, $mcname?” You laugh. “I’m surprised you remember that.” Felix’s lips curve into an easy-going smile as you enjoy your favorite wine. “I'd never forget the wine I was drinking when I stepped out for fresh air and caught Anna and James kissing.” Your eyes widen. Anna chokes on her wine. You eye her, wondering why she never told you. The wine is all but dripping onto her dress. They'll be time to inquire later, so you say, “Oh dear, let’s get you some water. Excuse us.” You tug her sleeve and quickly flee. Gracefully, of course. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

Your heart is racing and your fingers twitch. Standing straighter, you cross your arms behind your back, your face an expressionless mask. To the outside world, you are a calm and collected royal, but that’s not the truth. Your mind is aching to understand how someone you called a best friend simply walked out of your life. But this isn’t different from thoughts that you’ve had before. Thoughts on what was. What life with the two people you trusted most by your side would have been like. On how what should have been an infinite, beautiful, friendship turned into a finite, tragic, loss. $fHis eyes search you as if you’ve been lost at sea. Like //you’re// the one who disappeared and came storming in after all this time. The stretch of silence is broken by Felix and Anna reappearing with wine. Anna takes a careful look at you, asking with her eyes if you’re okay. You give her a nod. But she knows better. Anna hands you a glass of wine and turns to Felix and $Frederick. “I’m sure we’ll see each other later, but right now, $HisHer Highness has guests to mingle with.” And with that, she gently tugs your sleeve so you follow her away from the minefield of unspoken words. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

You can’t count how many meaningless conversations you’ve engaged in tonight. At least there were a few interesting ones. Anna hands you another glass of wine then raises an eyebrow. “So, are you going to ask someone to dance?” Dancing might be fun. This could be your chance to find out more about your guests and what’s been going on in your time away. You should have time for multiple dances, if you want. * [[Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]] <<set $metm to true>>

You decide to… * <<if $dancecprologue is false>> [[...find the Knight in shining armor|constantineprologueball]] (Constantine).<</if>> * <<if $dancemprologue is false>>[[...conduct business with a crown liaison|margaretprologueball]] (Margaret).<</if>> * <<if $dancefprologue is false>>[[...entertain someone that you used to know|fandfprologueball]] ($Frederick and Felix).<</if>> * <<if $dancefprologue is true and $dancemprologue is true and $dancecprologue>>[[...retire for the night.|retirefromprologueball]]<</if>>

You let out a weary sigh and glance at Anna. “I’m quite tired. I think it’s time to retire.” Anna smiles sympathetically, “Of course.” She follows your path to the doors. As you make your way to the exit, you can’t shake the feeling that the moment you entered, a new course was set. What lies in wait remains to be seen… You make it back to your room with little social interaction. The gentle candlelight and quiet of your bedroom is a stark contrast to the busy and blinding atmosphere of the ball. “Want me to draw you a bath $mcname?” You shake your head. Anna grabs your night clothes and lays them over the vanity chair. Then, she asks, “I know it was a lot, but you had fun, right?” As you remove your ball attire, you consider the night. Who you talked to. The things you learned. It seems you’re left with more questions than answers. “It was certainly different than I expected.” Your favorite part was… <ul> <li>[[...none of it. It was draining.|prologueballretiredraining]]</li> <li>[[...spending time with James and Constantine.|prologueballretirejc]]</li> <li>[[...learning more about Margaret.|prologueballretirem]]</li> <li><<link "...catching up with Felix and $Frederick." "prologueballreturefandf">><</link>></li> </ul>

“I’m going to find Constantine,” you announce. Anna smirks, “It shouldn’t be too hard to find him. He’s probably attached to your brother’s hip though.” You both weave through the ball, aiming to avoid your stuffy noble guests. Finally, your eyes land on him. Not only is he with your brother, but he’s also standing with your mother which causes you to stop abruptly. Anna, moving too quickly, bumps into you. “What the hell, $mcname?” “Sorry, it’s just…” you trail off, feeling dread spread throughout your body at the thought of what your mother might be saying at your expense. Anna peers around you. “Oh, I see. Don’t want your mother to see you flirting?” You bristle. “Flirting? I just wanted to find out who my brother's guard really is!” Anna raises her eyebrows. You look back at your mother and frown. “If she sees me show interest in anyone, even platonic interest, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Anna snorts, “Is that such a bad thing? She just wants to see you happy. And you clearly need it...” Your frown. Is the chaos that’s unfolding inside you that obvious? Before you can ask, she trudges forward, leaving you no choice but to follow. James is the first to notice your approach. You join their little circle which is situated at the bottom of the dias. James smugly exclaims, “Perfect timing $mcsibling - mother was just about to tell Constantine about your first time riding a horse.” Nausea rises up your chest and you can feel the heat spread across your face. “That won’t be necessary, mother,” you say hastily. Constantine raises an eyebrow, “I’m actually quite invested in this after hearing about the time you threw up out the window and it ended up on the date James brought to your father’s birthday ball.” James crosses his arms. “That one’s not even funny!” You hate to agree with your brother, but you don’t want to think about what else your mother might have told Constantine. Time for a diversion. * [[Ask Constantine to dance.|prologueballaskctodance]] * [[Ask Constantine to walk around the room with you.|prologuedanceaskctowalk]] <<set $dancecprologue to true>>

“I want to know more about the business that the crown liaison, Lady Margaret, conducts with mother.” Anna smirks, “That sounds like an excuse to me. Perhaps you want to know more about the crown liaison herself?” You tsk. “Don’t be silly - I’m simply performing my royal duties. It’s important that I know the goings-on of the court if I’m to succeed as The Harbinger.” Anna narrows her eyes. “Oh, yes, of course. Let’s find her then.” After minutes, that feel like hours, of walking around the ball, you’ve yet to find her. You sigh, frustrated. “Perhaps she left.” “Let’s step outside for some fresh air then. You wanted to head out to the balcony earlier, anyway.” You nod and stride out the double doors onto the balcony, Anna by your side. The starlight shines brightly, illuminating shadows on the balcony. Alas, the gods must favor you tonight, as the woman you seek is overlooking the gardens. “Lady Margaret?" She turns around and the lights from the ballroom stream through the door and dance in her eyes. Her tinted lips shining in the moon’s light. “Your Highness! I hoped we would cross paths again tonight.” Anna smirks. “$mcname wanted to discuss your duties as a crown liaison.” “I see. Is that all?” She raises an eyebrow at you. You search her eyes but are unable to decipher any emotion of any kind. You.. * [[...lean against the balcony for a chat.|chatwmatbalconyprologue]] * [[...suggest chatting over a dance.|prologuedancewithm]] <<set $dancemprologue to true>>

<<if $fexlove>> “I can’t believe $Frederick was married. It feels...odd to even think about.” Anna raises her eyebrow at you. “Why, because you thought that you’d marry $fhim?” You sigh, “No. I don't know. I was young, naive, and in love.” Anna laughs, “Two of those are still true, dear Harbinger.” You roll your eyes at her teasing. But is she wrong? You might not be that much older at twenty-one, but you feel as if you’ve learned a lot about the world since then. A lot about reality. Then again, it lately feels like you know nothing at all. <<if $touchaverse is false>>Anna nudges you and you follow her eyes. “$Frederick and Felix are free - let’s go gather some intel.”<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>"Hey," Anna says to get your attention. She nods toward the two of them. “$Frederick and Felix are free - let’s go gather some intel.”<</if>> You chuckle. “Are we spies now?” She gives you an amused look. “Why not?” She starts heading over there and you have no choice but to oblige - lest she say something embarrassing on your behalf. Felix meets your eyes as you walk over, sends you a quick wink, then glances back at his $fsibling, who turns to look at you over $fhis shoulder. Felix smirks as you approach. “Two visits in one night? We must be special, Your Highness.” Anna sighs dramatically, “Indeed, you're //just// entertaining enough to warrant our attention.” $Frederick chuckles. “And who’s to say we want your attention, Anna?” Anna scoffs. “I always was the best part of this friend group.” She stands up a little taller and you raise your eyebrow at her. //“Anyway//, we wanted to hear more about your return to Castelon. And your marriage.” You take a sip of wine, hoping that it sounded subtle. <</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> “I can’t believe $Frederick got married. And lost $fhis wife. I can’t imagine how $fhe feels.” Anna snorts, “You can’t imagine because you’ve never loved anyone.” “Oh? How do you know?”, you ask. “And what do //you// know of love, anyway, Anna?” She ignores your question, the nudges you. “$Frederick and Felix are free - let’s go gather some intel.” You chuckle. “Are we spies now?” She gives you an amused look. “Why not?” She starts heading over there and you have no choice but to oblige - lest she say something embarrassing on your behalf. Felix meets your eyes as you walk over, sends you a quick smirk, then glances back at his $fsibling, who turns to look at you over $fhis shoulder. Felix smirks as you approach. “Two visits in one night? We must be special, Your Highness.” Anna sighs dramatically, “Indeed, you're //just// entertaining enough to warrant our attention.” $Frederick chuckles. “And who’s to say we want your attention, Anna?” Anna scoffs. “I always was the best part of this friend group.” She stands up a little taller and you raise your eyebrow at her. “Anyway, we wanted to hear more about your return to Castelon and what you’ve been up to.”<</if>> $Frederick tells you… <ul> <li><<link "...to follow $fhim to the balcony for some fresh air to chat." "followftobalcony">><</link>></li> <li><<link "...to dance while $fhe catches you up." "dancewithfchoiceprologue">><</link>></li> </ul> <<set $dancefprologue to true>>

You turn your attention to Constantine. “Perhaps I could instead entertain you with a dance, Constantine?” From the corner of your eye, you see your mother’s eyes widen. Exactly what you were hoping to avoid, but better than more embarrassment. “It would be an honor, Your Highness.” You take his outstretched arm and walk to the dance floor. “I thought we were past titles and formalities, Constantine.” His hands are warm and comforting. //He// is warm and comforting - you can see it in the way your brother is relaxed when Constantine is around. Constantine smiles at you, his blue eyes sparkling under the candlelight chandelier overhead. “Perhaps in private, but it wouldn’t be proper in front of the Queen.” You… * [[...bond over your mutual enjoyment from teasing James.|prologueballdancebondwithc][$cfriend +=2]] * [[...bite your lip and glance at him. ❤️|prologueballdancecshyflirt][$cflirt +=2]] * [[...ask when he plans to get you alone. ❤️|prologueballdancecboldflirt][$cflirt +=2]]

You turn your attention to Constantine. “It’s a bit stuffy in here, fancy a walk Constantine?” From the corner of your eye, you see your mother narrow her eyes. “Sure, I could stretch my legs, Your Highness.” He joins your side and you begin taking a turn around the room. “I thought we were past titles and formalities, Constantine.” Constantine smiles at you, his blue eyes sparkling from the candlelight. “Perhaps in private, but it wouldn’t be proper in front of the Queen.” “Such a gentleman. Truly a shame that my brother hasn’t learned from you.” You sigh. “Is it? We wouldn’t have so many opportunities to tease his character if that were the case.” He throws you a grin. You laugh. “Good point. Suppose you’re not all brawn, then?” He smirks. “I doubt I’m as well read as James has told me you are, but I can hold my own.” “Good - we might just run my brother out of the capital.” You both share a mischievous smile as you rejoin the group. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… * [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] * [[...feel the same way.]] * [[...shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]

Your stomach is doing flips and he doesn’t even know his affect. Biting your lip, you glance at him and feel your face warm when he meets your gaze with a smile. Quickly, you look away, taking a quiet breath. You dance in silence for a few minutes. “I hope my mother hasn’t told you too many embarrassing things.” His blue eyes twinkle in amusement. The music dies down so you finish your dance and begin walking back to the others. He chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry,” he replies. “The embarrassing stories only make you more interesting.” Your eyes widen, but you don’t have time to think of a response at you arrive back to your mother, James, and Anna. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… * [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] * [[...feel the same way.][$cfriend +=2]] * [[...shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]

You tilt your head to the side and look into the thrashing waves that are his eyes. “In private, hm? When do you plan to get me alone, Constantine?” His eyes widen and you can already see the wheels turning. You know that you shouldn’t tease him, but it’s so easy - and fun. “I didn’t mean to imply anything untoward!” His hand moves further up on your back. You nod. “Oh, I see, you have no interest in me, after all.” He shakes his head, “Yes - wait, no! I am interested in -” He closes his mouth abruptly and takes a deep breath. He glances up at the ceiling, shakes his head a little, and states, “You’re much more like your brother than I was initially led to believe.” You can’t help the smile that graces your lips, “And that’s a bad thing?” He smiles back you softly, “Quite the opposite, $mcname.” His smile takes your breath away. You finish the rest of the dance in comfortable silence, his hand wrapping around yours like a glove. A feeling of warmth and safety you’ve been lacking for far too long. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… * [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] * [[...feel the same way.][$cfriend +=2]] * [[...shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]

The two of you begin to dance around the center of the room. “Such a gentleman. Truly a shame that my brother hasn’t learned from you.” You sigh dramatically. “Is it? We wouldn’t have so many opportunities to tease his character if that were the case.” He throws you a grin. You laugh. “Good point. Suppose you’re not all brawn, then?” He smirks. “I doubt I’m as well read as James has told me you are, but I can hold my own.” “Good - we might just run my brother out of the capital.” You both share a mischievous smile as you fall into a moment of silence. Shortly after, the dance dies down and you rejoin the group. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… * [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] * [[...feel the same way.][$cfriend +=2]] * [[...shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]

“It’s a romantic notion, indeed, but not really practical. We live in a complicated world and love rarely works out. People care more about themselves than they do about others.” Amusement shines in the Knight's eyes. “A little cynical, no?” he asks. You raise an eyebrow, “Cynicism or realism?” You stare at each other for a moment, assessing the other. James coughs breaking whatever tension there was. Constantine chuckles and smiles. “Thank you for the chat, Your Highness. I hope we’ll get the opportunity to continue this conversation another time. I’ll have to work on a rebuttal.” * [[You smile and nod, “Until then.” Turning away with Anna by your side, you proceed to circle the ballroom.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

“A romantic notion, indeed, and one I wholeheartedly support.” You and Constantine exchange smiles. The Queen lets out a dramatic sigh, “And when do you think that will be, darling?” You break eye contact with Constantine and give your mother a sigh. “These things take time, mother. People don’t just fall in love in a single night.” Anna chimes in, “That's right - it takes at least a month.” You turn to her incredulous before realizing she’s jesting. “A month? I’d think real love blossoms in only a week,” James exclaims. Everyone’s amused except for the Queen who rolls her eyes. You... * [[...use this opportunity to tease James and Anna.|teaseaandjball]] * [[...use this opportunity to escape.|prologueballespacemother]]

You shrug and throw your best friend an unimpressed look. “It’s not something I’ve ever thought about in all honesty.” Your mother stares at your for a moment and then nods. “Well, that’s perfectly acceptable. Marriage is not for everyone and neither is romance. And even for those who are interested, it doesn’t need to be central to their every thought.” Offering her a small smile, you say, “Indeed, mother. Regardless, I’ll always have your love, right?” The Queen’s lips twitch and her gaze softens. “Always, $mcname.” Your mother may not be the best at showcasing her emotions, but not everyone feels the love of their parents. This is a privilege you find yourself grateful for. Turning to the others, you declare, “Well, I better return to the ball.” * [[Goodbyes are exchanged and then Anna follows you away from the little group.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

You laugh, “Perhaps you should play matchmaker for these two, mother. They seem to be on the same wavelength.” Amused, you watch James and Anna hastily look at each other and then away. Constantine nods, “That's an idea, Your Highness.” Your mother looks between the two of them. Anna gulps so loudly that you know you’re not the only one that heard it. You should probably save her before your mother sends out wedding invitations. “Well, as much as I enjoyed our chat Constantine, I need to mingle with other guests.” He grins at you, “Perhaps we’ll get together again soon and terrorize your brother.” * [[You laugh merrily, “Until then!” And with that, you and Anna depart from the little group.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

A momentary lapse is all you need to escape from the exchange and return to your ball. Clearing your throat, you glance around. “Well, this was an interesting conversation, but I’d better return to the ball. Harbinger duties and all that.” Your mother gives you an appraising smile. “Later, then.” * [[Goodbyes are exchanged and then Anna follows you away from the little group.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

You lean against the railing, glancing at your father’s prized garden below. Anna announces she’s going to grab a snack. “What sort of business does my mother conduct with your family?” She smiles. “Perhaps that’s a question best left for the Queen herself.” You smirk confidently. “Did you miss the ceremony, Lady Margaret? I’m half of Castelon’s Crown now.” Her eyes trail down your body. “Quite a lovely //Crown// you are, darling.” You… * [[...run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. |prologuemshyflirtbalcony][$mflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [[...wink at her and reply, “You’re quite lovely yourself.” |prologumboldflirtbalcony][$mflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [[...redirect the conversation to try and get the information you wanted.|prologuembalconyredirect][$mfriend +=2]]

“Why don’t we chat over a dance?” Margaret glances behind you and wrinkles her nose. You turn to look and notice the dance floor filled with couples gliding along. The music, though faint, filters outdoors. You turn back and put your hand out. “We could dance on the balcony.” Seemingly relieved, she smiles and takes your hand. Anna says she’s going to grab a snack, but not before throwing a subtle smirk over her shoulder. A gentle breeze blows Margaret’s hair and you recognize the floral, citrusy fragrance. “Neroli perfume?” She smiles.“Indeed. My father’s main export is perfume.” She positions herself closer to you, brown eyes twinkling among the mixture of starlight and the ballroom light. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “What sort of business does my mother conduct with your family?” She grins. “Perhaps that’s a question best left for the Queen herself.” You smirk confidently. “Did you miss the ceremony, Lady Margaret? I’m half of Castelon’s Crown now.” Her eyes trail down your body. “Quite a lovely //Crown// you are, darling.” You… * [[...run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. ❤️|prologuemdanceshyflirt][$mflirt +=2]] * [[...wink at her and reply, “You’re quite lovely yourself.” ❤️|prologuemdanceboldflirt][$mflirt +=2]] * [[...redirect the conversation to try and get the information you wanted.|prologuemdanceredirect][$mfriend +=2]]

Running a hand through your hair, you focus your eyes out on the garden instead of the woman who so easily sends your heart skipping. “Well, you’re even lovelier now.” She has a small smile on her face and she knows exactly the effect she’s having. Your eyes dart to her brown ones, full of both warmth and amusement. So easy to get lost in. But maybe you’d like that. Shaking your thoughts away, you say, “So, this business…” She sighs and purses her lips. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. * [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]

You wink at her. “Pretty lovely yourself, my Lady.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?” You nod. “Well,” she says, leaning closer “I can’t deny what you’re saying. I am //very// lovely. She smirks and you laugh. “Very modest as well,” you quip. Clearing your throat, you redirect the conversation back to what you were asking. “So, back to business.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. * [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]

You clear your throat. “Thank you, Margaret.” You give her a pointed look. “Now, we were discussing your business with the Crown?” She lets out a sigh. “You’re relentless, Harbinger.” Frustrated as she pretends, her eyes are teasing. She glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. * [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]

Running a hand through your hair, you focus your eyes out on the garden instead of the woman who so easily sends your heart skipping. “Well, you’re even lovelier now.” She has a small smile on her face and she knows exactly the effect she’s having. Your eyes dart to her brown ones, full of both warmth and amusement. So easy to get lost in. But maybe you’d like that. Shaking your thoughts away, you say, “So, this business…” She sighs and purses her lips. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]

You wink at her. “Pretty lovely yourself, my Lady.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?” You nod. “Well,” she says, pulling you closer, “I can’t deny what you’re saying. I am //very// lovely. She smirks and you laugh. “Very modest as well,” you quip. Clearing your throat, you redirect the conversation back to what you were asking. “So, back to business.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]

You clear your throat. “Thank you, Margaret.” You give her a pointed look. “Now, we were discussing your business with the Crown?” She lets out a sigh. “You’re relentless, Harbinger.” Frustrated as she pretends, her eyes are teasing. She glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]

Once the door closes behind her, your mother walks to the desk and takes a seat. The rigid light reveals her stress lines. You can’t help but think of your father five years ago, in this same chair, with those stress lines. Is that your destiny? Stressed to wit’s end? Your mother gestures to the chairs. “Please, take a seat, both of you.” You’re tired of being in the dark. Another question without an answer is not what you need right now. “Enough decorum. What’s this business about Arandese refugees?” You glance between your mother and Margaret. “You know Castelon’s history, $mcname. When $ancestor fled, $heshe still made every effort, until $hisher passing, to rescue those trapped in misery. Those left in Arandale.” How could you forget your father’s lessons on your history? When you were a child, you didn’t really understand why your country had gone to war with Arandale. It wasn’t until your 12th birthday that your mother explained to James and you. For a decade, Castelonians on the coast had gone missing. More and more every year. Eventually, someone returned. And what they told us was enough for war. Arandale had been kidnapping our people to begin replacing their dwindling servus numbers. Something had to be done and war was the only logical answer. The Queen clears her throat and continues. “Your father and I decided that fighting wasn’t enough. Rescuing our people wasn’t enough. We needed to rescue as many Arandese people as possible and show them that there is another life.” Margaret adds, “My father’s personal persona is one of a neutral businessman and it allows him access to many trade routes that other Castelonians can’t reach. He’s one of the few outsiders with access to Arandale.” You turn to her and ask, “What’s your role in this, Lady Margaret?” “Publicly, I’m a liaison between my father’s imports and the things the Crown wants procured. In reality, my role is a spy for your mother. I’ve had some intelligence-gathering missions in Arandale, but sometimes I have to get my hands dirty, too.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. This explains some things about Margaret’s behavior, but it all sounds incredibly dangerous. You wonder if your brother knows about this. Curiosity at it’s peak, you… * [[...inquire as to what Margaret's next mission is now that the war is over.]] * [[...ask if she likes being a spy.]]

“Now that the war is over, what’s your next mission?” Before Margaret can answer, your mother chimes in, “Margaret’s a woman of many talents. Her next mission is to help find out who assassinated your father. We’ll be going over details of that tomorrow, along with James and Constantine.” You nod your head, Anna already informed you that you would be meeting with your mother and James tomorrow. You didn’t know anyone else would be there. Margaret sighs, “We’ve got our work cut out for us, but I won’t rest until the King’s killer is brought to justice.” Your surprised by the determination in her voice and it shows on your face. Margaret’s lips slip back into her usual smirk. “There’s more to me than meets the eye, $royaltitle.” You can’t help but smile at her, “So it seems, my Lady. I suppose this just means we’ll need to spend more time together.” Your mother clears her throat and your eyes flit over to her. She raises an eyebrow at you. “I need to get back to the party, $mcname. Please continue your conversation elsewhere.” You heave a sigh and stand abruptly. “It’s about time I returned to the party as well, anyway.” * [[With a short bow, you leave her office.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]] <<set $metmargaret to true>>

You glance at Margaret. “Do you like being a spy?” Margaret frowns for a moment before responding. It looks unnatural on her face. “I’m not sure anyone likes being a spy, but I do like contributing to the peace of Castelon. I never wanted to be a spy, but this is the life I ended up in and so, I do what I must.” At first glance, this woman seems withdrawn and resigned to the shadows. But you realize now that she’s another bird in a cage. Curious, you ask, “What did you want to be when you were a little girl?” Margaret grins, “A princess.” You smirk, “Well, perhaps it’s not too late.” She laughs. “Are you proposing, Your Highness? Or perhaps, trying to set me up with your brother?” You both laugh and you say, “Not today, Lady Margaret, not today.” The Queen clears her throat. “I need to get back to the party, $mcname. Please continue your conversation elsewhere.” You roll your eyes. “No need to be a bore, mother. Alas, it’s about time I returned to the party as well.” * [[With a short bow, you leave her office.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.][$mfriend +=2]] <<set $metmargaret to true>>

“Dance with me and I’ll tell you what you want to know.” Anna swipes the wine out of your hand and pushes you toward $Frederick. You... * [[accept the dance.|prologuedancewithf]] * [[brush past and dance with Felix|prologuedancewfelix][$dancedwithfelixinstead to true]]

<<if $fexlove>>“It’s stuffy in here, let’s head to the balcony,” $Frederick says. You nod and follow $fhim to the railing. You each lean on the balcony a few feet apart. “So,” you start, nodding at $fhis ring, “who’s the lucky person?” It hurts thinking you were left for someone else, but you also know avoiding the topic isn't going to get the answers you want. $Frederick fiddles with the ring for a moment. The silence starts to stretch into an uncomfortable feeling and you wrack your brain for something else to say. Finally, $fhe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” “$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain. I think maybe I’ve seen enough of both in this lifetime.” You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her, but never in the way I've loved you. It was platonic with her. Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there.” $fHe smiles at you and you… <</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> “It’s stuffy in here, let’s head to the the balcony,” $Frederick says. You nod and follow $fhim to the railing. You each lean on the balcony a few feet apart. “So,” you start, nodding at $fhis ring, “who’s the lucky person?” $Frederick fiddles with the ring for a moment. The silence starts to stretch into an uncomfortable feeling and you wrack your brain for something else to say. Finally, $fhe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” "$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain. I think maybe I’ve seen enough of both in this lifetime.” You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her, but it was platonic. She wasn’t the one for me. Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there.” $fHe smiles at you and you… <</if>> * [[...say, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."|prologueballbalconydidntexpecttoseeyou]] * [[...say, "It'll be nice to have my friends back."|prologueballbalconynicetohavefriends]]

“This night is full of surprises - I certainly didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.” $fHis voice is teasing but $fhis green eyes are serious. * [[You scoff. "Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself."|prologueballbalconyscoffhighlyofyourself]] * [["Of course not." ❤️|prologueballbalconyflirtwithf][$fflirt +=2]]

“Well, I’m pleased that you’ve both returned. It’ll be nice to have my friends back.” $fHe chuckles. “But things will never be the same as before, will they?” You pause a moment, pondering. “No, I think not. We’re different people now. Time is fleeting and we only have this moment.” $fHe sighs. “I’d forgotten how philosophical you could be, $mcname.” You can’t help but laugh. “Well, I did hang out with this obnoxious poet back in the day…” $fHe rolls $fhis eyes. “I wasn’t that obnoxious, was I?” “Yes, but we all were, I think. Children don’t know any better than to be children.” "You seem to talk a lot in circles now.” You chuckle. “Yes, well, all politicians do. And what is the Crown, but a politician graced by the gods’ blessings?” $Frederick grins at you, “At least you know your faults.” You playfully shove $fhim and $fhe laughs. “What will you and Felix be doing now that you’ve returned?” you ask. “I’ve been offered a role in the library - so we’ll stay at the castle.” You nod. “Good - I’ll know where to come to pull you into my adventures.” $fhe smiles. “Not unless you want me to get fired!” You roll your eyes. “I'm not sure if you’ve noticed, $Frederick, but I'm kind of a big deal around here.” “I don’t think someone as short as you can be a big deal.” Your mouth falls open at $fhis teasing. “We’re literally the same height!” $fHe chuckles and moves toward the door. As you begin walking back, $fhe turns to you. “Jokes aside, I wouldn’t mind your company when you can spare it.” You flash $fhim a smile as you stop next to Anna and Felix, who are engrossed in a conversation. * [[“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter, Felix.”]]

You smile. “Of course not. It was nice to see two friendly faces. I’ve been away from court for so long…” $Frederick nods. “The castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around to bug you.” You can’t help but laugh. $fHe raises $fhis eyebrows, “What? Why are you laughing?” $Frederick looks nervous as you prepare to respond. “I was just thinking of all the time you spent in the library when we were younger. Librarian is a title that suits you.” Before $fhe can respond, you add, “You had more naps in there than anything, if I remember correctly.” $Fhe ducks $fhis head trying to hide the mortified look. “You and Anna used to exhaust me with all the adventures,” $fhe defends. “Don’t act like you didn't get plenty of inspiration for your poetry from those adventures.” $fHe hums. “I’ve written a lot of poetry since then.” “Perhaps I’ll stop by the library sometime to hear them.” That smile sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. “I hope one day you’ll visit for more than my poetry,” he replies softly. You sigh and watch the flowers in the garden as they sway from the breeze. “We’ll see.” $fHe, “Right. Of course,” $fhe says quietly as $fhe gazes at the stars. You swallow the lump in your throat and throw $fhim a quick glance. But your eyes stay locked onto $fhis and $fhe bites $fhis lip. Taking a deep breath, you will yourself to focus back on the conversation. “So, I guess that means you’re sticking around this time?” $fHe winces at your words. “Yes, of course. I…” $Frederick glances around the garden, composing $fhis thoughts. You still don’t know why $fhe left without saying goodbye. <<if $fexlove>> You loved $fhim with everything you had. And $fhe shattered that.<</if>> * [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]

You scoff. “Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself.” $fHis eyes widen. “No, I didn’t..” $fHe shakes $fhis head. “I’m sorry. I only meant that I hope my presence here is not a black mark on your night.” You look out over the balcony, at the blossomed flowers. A late spring breeze encircles you - freezing your core. “Your leaving was a black mark,” you tell $fhim calmly. “I know,” $fhe says, voice tight. “And I can’t change what’s done, but I will try to earn your forgiveness and your trust.” Turning your $mceyecolor eyes to meet $fhis green gaze, you ask, “What if I don’t forgive you? What will you do?” $fHe glances away, hands gripping the balcony, and takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll respect your wishes. You don’t owe me forgiveness.” You nod, unsure what to say. $fHe clears $fhis throat. “Anyway, the castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around.” “So, I guess that mean’s you’re sticking around this time?” $fHe winces at your words. “Yes, of course. I…” $Frederick glances around the garden, composing $fhis thoughts. You still don’t know why $fhe left without saying goodbye. You loved $fhim with everything you had. And $fhe shattered that. * [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]

Anna’s serious tone surprises you. Felix shrugs, “No one’s as bold as the Arandese. Surely we’ll find them responsible for the King’s death and you’ll see that I was right.” $Frederick clears $fhis throat causing Anna and Felix to jump. Felix’s eyes widen, realizing you’ve heard. He gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head. “It’s alright Felix, I’m not going to have a mental break down in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered and I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna's eyes. You flex your fingers and give her a grateful smile. "Let’s talk about something else,” she suggests. “Sure,” Felix starts, “My sibling’s a $widower - also known as on the market.” He winks at you. $Frederick groans. Anna sighs, “You really aren’t making this any less awkward.” Felix shrugs, “I don’t think it’s awkward - well, not until you said that. You do realize that makes it awkward, right?” She gives him a glare that could freeze water. “You’re infuriating.” “Will the two of you stop bickering like an old married couple?” $Frederick begs. You nod, “Agreed.” Anna and Felix both shout, “What?!” Felix adds, “Only one person here’s been married, $fsibling. Or have you already forgotten your vows? I didn’t realize $mcname would have such an effect on you!” $Frederick gives $fhis brother a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Your face feels warm from Felix's antics and you glance at him warily. “You’re crossing a line, Felix,” $Frederick growls, “Of course I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.” Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, $fsibling. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.” Oh. Shit. Both you and Anna are too shocked to move. Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. $Frederick grabs $fhis brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite $fhis angry shake. $fHe appears to be having an internal dialogue. You… <<if $touchaverse is false>>* [[push your way in between them.|prologueballpushwaybetween]]<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is false>>* <<link "place your hand on $Frederick's shoulder." "prologueballfshoulder">><</link>> <</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>* [[push your way in between them, causing them to back away from each other.|prologueballpushwaybetween]]<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is true>><<link "raise your voice to get $Frederick's attention." "prologueballfshoulder">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $touchaverse is false>>You step in between them, putting a hand on both of their chests.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>You step in between the two of them, careful not to touch either. “That’s enough! This is an important day for me, and I won’t have the two of you fighting.”<</if>> “You can’t seriously be defending him! He’s treading on my honor - and on the honor of my dead wife!” You look $Frederick in the eyes. “I’m not defending him or discounting your feelings, $Frederick. But you two can’t fight here. I won’t allow it. You’ve both had more than enough to drink and aren’t thinking rationally.” You stare each of them down until they grumble an apology. $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. * [[You sigh, worried for the two of them.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

<<if $touchaverse is false>>You step forward and grip $pluralf shoulder. $fHe tenses under your touch, but glances back at you after a moment.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>"Hey!" you shout, frustration lingering in your voice. $Frederick glances over at you.<</if>> “You’re better than this, $Frederick.” $fHe doesn’t look away from you, but $fhe also doesn’t unhand $fhis brother. <<if $touchaverse is false>>You grip $fhis shoulder tighter.<</if>> “Is this the $fman your wife loved?” Shock overtakes $fhis features and $fhe lets go of Felix. $fHis eyes center on the floor. “I’m sorry, $mcname, and Felix. I think I’ve had too much to drink.” You glance at Felix and give him a look so he knows you’re not happy with his teasing. Felix clears $fhis throat. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I also drank too much.” You let out a sigh of relief and step away from them. Anna snorts, “It wasn’t the drink - you’re both just idiots.” You throw her a look, “Anna…” Both siblings laugh. Felix smiles softly, “She’s right.” $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. * [[You shake your head, amused at the thought.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

<<if $fexlove>> It pains you, but you needed to say it. “I -” $fhe stops and sighs, then says, “I’m not sure an apology would make a difference.” You look into $fhis eyes, “No, I don’t think it would. But I do deserve an explanation.” $fHe takes a deep breath. “I was a coward. Perhaps I still am.” You wait for $fhim to continue as you look out over the gardens. “I thought I needed more money, a better status to deserve you. Deserve your love. It was stupid, but I was too young to know better. I only had Felix, and you and Anna. I was afraid of losing what I had. Of losing //you.//” You break apart and you’re not sure what to feel. You were both juvenile, but that doesn’t mean you can just forgive the pain $fhis leaving caused. “And yet, you lost me anyway.” $fHe nods and glances down at $fhis hands. You start walking back towards Anna and Felix. $Frederick turns to you, “There’s more to tell you, but this isn’t the place.” You sigh, tired of hearing that it’s not the right time or place. Will you ever get the truth from anyone? “But please, believe me, you’ve been on my mind every day since I left.” You glance at $fhim warily. “I don’t know if I can trust you.” $fHe takes a moment to respond. “That’s fair. I have a lot of work to do to show you that I can be trusted.” You simply nod your head.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>It pains you, but you needed to say it. “I -” $fhe stops and sighs, then says, “I’m not sure an apology would make a difference.” You look into $fhis eyes, “No, I don’t think it would. But I do deserve an explanation.” $fHe takes a deep breath. “I was a coward. Perhaps I still am.” You wait for $fhim to continue. “I thought I needed more money, a better status to keep being your friend. It was stupid, but I was too young to know better. I only had Felix, and you and Anna. I was afraid of losing what I had.” You break apart and you’re not sure what to feel. You were both juvenile, but that doesn’t mean you can just forgive the pain $fhis leaving caused. “And yet, you lost us anyway.” $fHe nods. The dance ends and you start walking back toward Anna and Felix. $Frederick turns to you, “There’s more to tell you, but this isn’t the place.” You sigh. You keep hearing that it’s not the right time or place. Will you ever get the truth from anyone? You glance at $fhim. “I want you back in my life. But I don’t know if I can trust you.” $fHe takes a moment to respond. “That’s fair. I have a lot of work to do to show you that I can be trusted.” You simply nod your head, unsure what to say.<</if>> * [[You reach Anna and Felix who are deep in conversation.]]

“It was quite draining, if I’m being honest.” Anna flashes you a sympathetic smile. “Fair,” she replies. “At least it’s over with. Anyway, I’m glad to be home.” * [[Teasingly ask if she’s happy to be home because of James.]] * [[Agree, but wish your father was here.]] * [[Shrug, not really caring either way but looking forward to sleeping.]]

“It was nice spending a bit of time with James and Constantine. Even my mother.” Anna nods. “Yes, it seems like the Knight is having a positive influence on James.” “What do you mean?” She shrugs. “I don’t know. Something just seems different about him.” “Well, whatever the case may be, Constantine is interesting and I want to learn more about him.” She chuckles. “He’s going to have his hands full managing the two of you.” “I don’t need to be managed.” She rolls her eyes. “I meant your safety, silly!” You nod. “We did get into a lot of trouble as children, but that was so long ago.” She nods and finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” Chuckling, she replies, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” She offers you a reassuring smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” <<if $touchavere is false>>You give her a quick hug.<</if>> “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. * [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]

“Margaret’s an interesting woman.” Anna laughs, “I think you mean tricky.” You nod,“That too.” "She’s brilliant,” Anna says, “but I’ve only ever seen her hold others at an arm’s length.” “I can’t say I blame her. Castelon’s court is full of pettiness and secrecy, just like the rest.” Anna sighs,“True, but I’m pleased to be home after so long.” You offer her a knowing smile. “Happy to see a certain Prince, you mean?” If her face could melt, it would. Anna frowns, “Leave it, $mcname, please.” You quirk an eyebrow but don’t push. “Fine, for tonight.” She rolls her eyes and finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She chuckles, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” She offers you a smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” You give her a quick hug. “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. * [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]

“Seeing $Frederick and Felix reminded me of simpler times.” Anna frowns, “Were they really simpler though?” You shrug. Anna continues, “What I mean is, the war was our backdrop even then. Sure, we didn’t think about it every day, living in the Castle, worlds away from the fighting. But it was as complicated then as it is now.” You can always count on Anna for a dose of reality. “You’re right. I suppose I only meant that it was simpler in terms of adolescence. Now, I’ve been thrown into a political game and have to steer my country back onto the path of peace.” Neither of you speak for a few moments, too weighed down by reality. She finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She chuckles, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” She offers you a smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” <<if $touchaverse is false>>You give her a quick hug.<</if>> “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. * [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]

You offer her a knowing smile. “Happy to see a certain Prince, you mean?” If her face could melt, it would. Anna frowns, “Leave it, $mcname, please.” You quirk an eyebrow but don’t push. “Fine, for tonight.” She rolls her eyes and finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She chuckles, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” She offers you a smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” You give her a quick hug. “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. * [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]

“I’m happy to be home as well, though…I wish my father was here.” Anna offers you a worried glance. “He was a very kind man and he’d be proud of you.” You nod, looking at your hands. Would he be proud of you? Would James have abdicated if he hadn’t been assassinated? You clear your throat, looking at your friend as she finishes helping your prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She smiles gently, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” <<if $touchaverse is false>>You give her a quick hug.<</if>> “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. * [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]

You shrug, not caring much about being home. At the castle or at the mountain, either way, you’re just living a life with little control at the moment. Perhaps you’ll care more when take charge of your destiny. “Thanks, Anna.” She smiles gently, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” You give her a quick hug. “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. * [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]

!Act I: Truth Lingers in the Shadows !!Chapter I <center>//Do not heedlessly beat at every portal. We must learn to// //take the good with the bad in this life, for we can only// //play the game according to the number of dots on the face// //of the dice which destiny throws into the hollow of this// //heavenly cup.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain LXXIV, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Dawn Breaks|startschapterone]]</center>

"$mcname!" You groan and open your eyes to the warm morning light. “Close the curtain. Please, Anna! It’s too damn early.” You hear her sigh before the covers are ripped away, causing you to bolt upright. “Seriously? Just what kind of friend are you?” She rolls her eyes but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “You have a busy day, so we need to get you ready to visit the Oracle.” Begrudgingly, you get out of bed and dress while Anna relays your schedule for the day. “I have some errands to run while you visit Oracle Davina. One of the Knights is waiting outside to escort you to their temple in the East Wing.” <<if $touchaverse>>She takes a look at your $mchaircolor hair and hands you a brush so you can smooth it down. “I’ll meet up later with you in the High Chamber, where the Royal Council is meeting today. The Queen wants you to go in place of her.”<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>>She takes a look at your $mchaircolor hair and smooths it down. “I’ll meet up later with you in the High Chamber, where the Royal Council is meeting today. The Queen wants you to go in place of her.”<</if>> “I figured she would,” you sigh, “Do you know what their agenda is?” She gives you an apologetic look. “I don’t. It shouldn’t take more than an hour though.” You nod and she continues. “I’m not sure if you remember me telling you but the Queen also wants you and James to meet with her after lunch. You should have a little time between duties if you want a breather.” She moves away so you can stand. “Alright, I’ll see you later then.” You both head out the door, you to the East wing with a Knight in tow, and her towards whatever errands beckon. Despite the open windows bringing sunlight in, the gray corridor still projects a feeling of loneliness. How many times did your father walk these halls with the same thought? You remember James chasing you one evening around the castle and you stumbled upon your father, standing at one of the windows, looking out at the capital and the sea beyond. He’d looked like the loneliest person you’d ever seen. His $mceyecolor eyes drawn to something so far out of reach, that you thought he might never smile again. But then James crashed into your back and your father turned to you both, startled. And he //did// smile. And you wondered if it was real. Wondered if anything you knew of your father was real or if he had locked away his true self and only showed you the King. As you pass the windows in the hallway, you can see the light bouncing around. Glancing behind you, you know that it’s your escort's armor, gold and glistening, like Constantine’s. It disperses the sunlight in every direction. As if fighting the all-consuming darkness that threatens the hall. It’s not a long walk to the Oracle’s temple, but the silence is odd after the ball last night. You… * [[continue on in silence.|ch1dontspeaktodominick][$ch1dominick to true]] * [[ask if he knows Constantine.|ch1askdominickaboutc][$ch1dominick to true]] * [[ask how long he’s been stationed at the Castle.|ch1askdominick]]

You slow your pace and hear his footsteps slow, too. “What’s your name, Sir?” He looks surprised by your question, but answers quickly. “Dominick, Your Highness.” “How long have you been stationed at the Castle, Dominick?” “Not long, since the war ended.” He wistfully adds, “I was but a squire when it began.” You nod thoughtfully. He can’t be much older than you are. You clear your throat. “An achievement I’m sure you’ve earned, Sir. Tell me, do you like being stationed at the Castle?” He hesitates and glances around before looking you in the eyes. “I do...but I find it holds many secrets, Your Highness.” You’d certainly like to hear more about the secrets, but you’ve reached the temple. You give him a final glance. “Thank you, Dominick, I appreciate your candor.” He bows. “Any time, Your Highness.” You walk through the open doors of the temple, glancing behind to see your escort leaning against the wall. Turning back, you arch your neck upwards. The warm morning sun shines through the glass roof and spreads comfort throughout your body. Up ahead, Oracle Davina stands on the dais, closely studying a book. They look up as you approach. “Welcome, Harbinger.” They close their book and descend the stairs to stand in front of you. You nod your head. “Good morning, Oracle.” They appraise you for a moment before motioning for you to take a seat. Sitting across from you, they look deeply into your eyes. You want to look away, but cannot. They hum thoughtfully. “You’re feeling apprehensive. Perhaps lost. And you’ve come to seek guidance from the Gods?” You wonder, do the gods read minds, too? You shrug. “I’m not sure what I seek.” Their chuckle is light and airy, like the temple. “Nonsense,” they say. “You simply don’t know how to differentiate what you seek from the chaos that seeks to consume you.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you think, if only you’d known it would be so easy. With a sigh, you ask, “I’m assuming you know how, oh wise one?” Their lips twitch, but they remain composed. “Close your eyes, Harbinger.” You do as they ask. “Take a deep breath and open your soul to the gods.” Taking a breath, you try to clear your mind. A sense of peace overwhelms you and you gasp at the sensation. Their soft voice speaks, “Open your eyes and tell me what you truly seek.” You open your eyes and at that moment, you know that your true desire is… * [[to avenge your father.|ch1desireavengeking]] * [[to protect the people you care about.|ch1desireprotect]] * [[to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.|ch1desirepeace]]

You slow your pace and hear his footsteps slow, too. Glancing back, you see a raised eyebrow on his face. “What’s your name, Sir?” He looks surprised by your question, but answers quickly. “Dominick, Your Highness.” You nod thoughtfully before asking what you really want to know, “And, do you know Constantine, Sir Dominick?” He chuckles, “Indeed, Your Highness. He’s a brave man and I followed him during many of his battles in Arandale.” You expect him to look away, but he holds your gaze with a knowing look, “His path to becoming a Knight was a bit different than most, but it only made him more loyal and devoted.” You find yourself intrigued, but you’re approaching the temple’s doors. “Thank you, Dominick.” He bows and you turn to the temple. You walk through the open doors of the temple, glancing behind to see your escort leaning against the wall. Turning back, you arch your neck upwards. The warm morning sun shines through the glass roof and spreads comfort throughout your body. Up ahead, Oracle Davina stands on the dais, closely studying a book. They look up as you approach. “Welcome, Harbinger.” They close their book and descend the stairs to stand in front of you. You nod your head. “Good morning, Oracle.” They appraise you for a moment before motioning for you to take a seat. Sitting across from you, they look deeply into your eyes. You want to look away, but cannot. They hum thoughtfully. “You’re feeling apprehensive. Perhaps lost. And you’ve come to seek guidance from the Gods?” You wonder, do the gods read minds, too? You shrug. “I’m not sure what I seek.” Their chuckle is light and airy, like the temple. “Nonsense,” they say. “You simply don’t know how to differentiate what you seek from the chaos that seeks to consume you.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you think, if only you’d known it would be so easy. With a sigh, you ask, “I’m assuming you know how, oh wise one?” Their lips twitch, but they remain composed. “Close your eyes, Harbinger.” You do as they ask. “Take a deep breath and open your soul to the gods.” Taking a breath, you try to clear your mind. A sense of peace overwhelms you and you gasp at the sensation. Their soft voice speaks, “Open your eyes and tell me what you truly seek.” You open your eyes and at that moment, you know that your true desire is… * [[to avenge your father.|ch1desireavengeking]] * [[to protect the people you care about.|ch1desireprotect]] * [[to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.|ch1desirepeace]]

You don’t talk to the Knight. He probably doesn’t want to talk to you anyway. You wouldn’t and you can’t help but wonder if it’s a pain being your escort. Imagine wanting to be a Knight and they stick you on guard duty to some royal. For some, an honor. For others, a detriment. Before you know it, you’ve reached the Oracle’s temple. You walk through the open doors of the temple, glancing behind to see your escort leaning against the wall. Turning back, you arch your neck upwards. The warm morning sun shines through the glass roof and spreads comfort throughout your body. Up ahead, Oracle Davina stands on the dais, closely studying a book. They look up as you approach. “Welcome, Harbinger.” They close their book and descend the stairs to stand in front of you. You nod your head. “Good morning, Oracle.” They appraise you for a moment before motioning for you to take a seat. Sitting across from you, they look deeply into your eyes. You want to look away, but cannot. They hum thoughtfully. “You’re feeling apprehensive. Perhaps lost. And you’ve come to seek guidance from the Gods?” You wonder, do the gods read minds, too? You shrug. “I’m not sure what I seek.” Their chuckle is light and airy, like the temple. “Nonsense,” they say. “You simply don’t know how to differentiate what you seek from the chaos that seeks to consume you.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you think, if only you’d known it would be so easy. With a sigh, you ask, “I’m assuming you know how, oh wise one?” Their lips twitch, but they remain composed. “Close your eyes, Harbinger.” You do as they ask. “Take a deep breath and open your soul to the gods.” Taking a breath, you try to clear your mind. A sense of peace overwhelms you and you gasp at the sensation. Their soft voice speaks, “Open your eyes and tell me what you truly seek.” You open your eyes and at that moment, you know that your true desire is… * [[to avenge your father.|ch1desireavengeking]] * [[to protect the people you care about.|ch1desireprotect]] * [[to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.|ch1desirepeace]]

“I must find my father’s assassin and bring them to justice.” They nod. “You feel a strong need to correct a wrong, but you must realize hate is a cycle.” “So, the Gods don’t approve of my goal?” "That’s not what I said,” they tell you. “They only hope that you realize there is more to your path than vengeance. You may even find that forgiveness is easier.” You raise an eyebrow at them. You contemplate what the Oracle has relayed to you. The gods are both cryptic and straightforward with their advice. You feel a little lighter, but your heart still feels heavy with worry. Standing, you prepare to leave. As you turn, the Oracle steps in front of you and leans in close. “Careful who you trust, Your Highness.” Their tone makes your blood run cold as a shiver shakes your core. Looking into their eyes, you ask, “Is that a message from the gods or yourself?” They smile and move aside. You wait a moment but they don't say anything, so you start heading towards the temple doors. * [[But you feel as if you’re being watched.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]]

“I want nothing more than to protect the ones I love.” They nod. “You’re loyal to those you care for, but you also feel guilt for those you’ve lost.” "And do the Gods have any wisdom for me?” you ask. They contemplate for a moment. Perhaps convening with the gods. Perhaps, something else. Their eyes bore into yours. “Don’t let your love for others blind you from their flaws.” You raise an eyebrow at that. * [[But you feel as if you’re being watched.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]]

“My duty lies with my people - I need to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.” They nod. “Admirable, Your Highness, but don’t lose sight of the smaller pieces. You’ve come home to a game of chess and the board is laden with many pawns.” “Am I a pawn or a player?” The Oracle smiles at you with amusement in their eyes. “The gods certainly look forward to finding out.” You contemplate what the Oracle has relayed to you. The gods are both cryptic and straightforward with their advice. You feel a little lighter, but your heart still feels heavy with worry. Standing, you prepare to leave. As you turn, the Oracle steps in front of you and leans in close. “Careful who you trust, Your Highness.” Their tone makes your blood run cold as a shiver shakes your core. Looking into their eyes, you ask, “Is that a message from the gods or yourself?” They smile and move aside. You wait a moment but they don't say anything, so you start heading towards the temple doors. * [[But you feel as if you’re being watched.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]]

Looking around, you see no one, not even the Oracle. Instead, your eyes land on five statues. The gods. Your feet begin moving on their own accord toward the statues as if being pulled by an invisible thread. Gaia, the Goddess of Life, and her husband, Letum, the God of Death stand behind the other three. Overseeing all of life and its many ends. In front of them are their twin daughters, Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, and Eurybia, the Goddess of Dusk. Finally, kneeling in front of the twins is Eros, the God of Love. In this depiction, both Aurora and Eurybia have a hand on Eros’ shoulders. //[There will be opportunities to acquire missed attributes through other means in chapters 2 and 3. Additionally, choosing a god here does not mean you cannot pray to the other gods later. Additional myths have yet to be discovered.]// You… * [[take a closer look at Gaia’s statue.|ch1lookatgaia]] * [[take a closer look at Letum’s statue.|ch1lookatletum]] * [[take a closer look at Aurora’s statue.|ch1lookataurora]] * [[take a closer look at Eurybia’s statue.|ch1lookateurybia]] * [[take a closer look at Eros’ statue.|ch1lookateros]] * [[leave the temple without praying to any of the gods.|ch1dontpray]]

Gaia, the Goddess of Life, as well as Protection, Fertility, and Rebirth. Lotuses adorn the flower crown on her head and she fiercely holds her famous tiger’s eye shield with purple lotus engravings. It brings you comfort looking upon her statue. Her inscription says: //Necessitas etiam timidos fortes facit. (Need makes even the timid brave.)// //Praying to Gaia will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Protective.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Gaia.|ch1praytogaia][$chosegaia to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]

Letum, the God of Death, as well as Judgment, War, Grief, and Pain. A long cloak frames the god, but his stern face is uncovered. You find it takes all of your willpower to look away from his face. In front of him, both hands grip his Spear of Judgment. His inscription says: //Lupus non timet canem latrantem. (A wolf is not afraid of a barking dog.)// //Praying to Letum will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Intimidating.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Letum.|ch1praytoletum][$choseletum to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]

Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, as well as Light, the Sun and Sky, Poetry, and Literature. Her beautiful features fill your body with warmth. Her hair is worn in a braid, adorned by Asters. Her broken wings are angled towards her as if they were a shield. One hand grips Eros’ shoulder, and the other has a hold on The Dagger of Truth. Her inscription says: //Dum spiro spero. (While I breathe, I hope.)// //Praying to Aurora will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Optimistic.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Aurora.|ch1praytoaurora][$choseaurora to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]

Eurybia, the Goddess of Dusk, as well as Darkness, the Sea, Dreams, the Moon, and Stars. Like Letum, she wears a long cloak, except her face is covered, though loose strands of hair peek out. They say her face was permanently scarred from visiting the Sun when she traveled there to gather its essence for The Dagger of Truth. The twin daggers given to her by Letum and Gaia are not depicted in this statue. Looking upon her, you feel as if your every secret is laid bare to the goddess. Her inscription says: //Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. (The world desires to be deceived, therefore it is.)// //Praying to Eurybia will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Deceptive.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Eurybia.|ch1praytoeurybia][$choseeurybia to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]

Eros, the God of Love, as well as Marriage, Friendship, and Betrayal. His face is framed by curls and the twin goddess’ hold his shoulders. Atop his curls sits a flower crown of bluebells. Looking upon the God, your heart beats erratically. //Fere libenter homines, id quod volunt, credunt. (People almost always willingly believe what you want.)// //Praying to Eros will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Persuasive.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Eros.|ch1praytoeros][$choseeros to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]

You decide not to pray to any of the gods. The reason being that you… * [[don’t believe in them.|ch1leavetemple][$atheist to true]] * [[believe in them, but don’t think they would care about your prayer.|ch1leavetemple][$indifferenttogods to true]] * [[aren’t sure whether you believe in them or not.|ch1leavetemple][$agnostic to true]]

You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Gaia, Goddess of Life, ruler of Arcadia. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may protect those I care for - my family, my friends, and my kingdom.// As if guided by the Goddess’ hand, you raise your head and look upon her statue. A warmth fills your body - Gaia has heard your prayer and blesses you. * [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]] <<set $protective to true>>

<<if $atheist>>Why waste time on gods you don’t believe in?<</if>><<if $agnostic>>You aren’t sure whether or not you believe in the gods. Only time will tell if your mind sways more in one direction or the other.<</if>> <<if $indifferentothegods>>Although you believe in the gods, you don’t believe they would care about your prayer. There are many people praying to the gods, why would they listen to yours?<</if>> Stepping back into the cool corridor of the castle hallway, you see your escort straighten up. He falls in line behind you while you head toward the High Chamber to attend the Royal Council meeting. This time, you don’t consider a conversation with him as you’re busy wondering who you can trust. Who did your father trust? Perhaps that’s a good place to start. "$mcname!” You’re pulled out of your pondering and back to reality - where you’ve reached the High Chamber doors to find Anna waiting for you with a raised eyebrow. “Were you planning to walk through the door?” she teases. You laugh, hoping it covers up the embarrassment evident in your body. “Just preparing myself for the Royal Council.” She nods. “Luckily, it’ll be a short meeting today, mainly on funds allocation.” You turn to say goodbye to your escort, but he’s gone. Anna motions for you to go inside, following closely behind. * [[The last time you were in this room was when you were much younger.|ch1councilmeeting]]

You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Letum, God of Death, ruler of Avernus. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may intimidate those who would harm my family, friends, and kingdom.// As if guided by the God’s hand, you raise your head and look upon his statue. A strength spreads through your body and mind - Letum has heard your prayer and blesses you. * [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]] <<set $intimidating to true>>

You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Aurora, Goddess of Dawn, ruler of the Sun. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may stand steadfast against all obstacles and enemies who would harm my family, friends, and kingdom.// As if guided by the Goddess’ hand, you raise your head and look upon her statue. The Sun shines brightly from the ceiling above and basks you in light - Aurora has heard your prayer and blesses you. * [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]] <<set $optimistic to true>>

You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Eurybia, Goddess of Dusk, ruler of the Moon. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may deceive all who would harm my family, friends, and kingdom.// //As if guided by the Goddess’ hand, you raise your head and look upon her statue. Shadows swarm you, cunning darkness taking hold of you - Eurybia has heard your prayer and blesses you.// * [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]] <<set $deceptive to true>>

You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Eros, God of Love. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may persuade allies and enemies alike, ensuring the safety of my family, friends, and Castelon.// As if guided by the God’s hand, you raise your head and look upon his statue. It feels as if a fog has been lifted from your mind - Eros has heard your prayer and blesses you. * [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]] <<set $persuasive to true>>

It was during a period of time when you didn’t want to be away from your father, so he brought you with him to a council meeting. A long black table stretches across the room, with six seats on each side and a final chair at the head of the table. It looks just like you remember, except for your missing father. Your eyes linger on his chair. Your chair. For a brief moment, your eyes close and you can see him in the chair, his eyes crinkling around the edges, a genuine smile on his lips. There’s that tightness again, wrapping around you. Your home is a pulsing reminder of your father’s absence. His death. He’s gone. He’s really gone. //But you are not gone.// Life. It ebbs and flows and continues. Never stops. An uninterrupted flow - always fast never slow or forgiving or easy. * [[“Your Highness?”|ch1startcouncilmeeting]] <<set $oraclevisit to true>>

You shake away the thoughts of your father, of this gaping hole in your heart, and plaster a smile on your face as you walk towards your father’s chair. The council members offer varying degrees of acknowledgment as you walk to the chair at the head of the table. Once you’re seated, they follow suit. “Welcome, Harbinger. I’m Lord Kales and I typically take point on these meetings.” You nod and he continues. “All of our war debts have been paid. Today, we’re voting on where the leftover funds that were raised for the war will be allocated to.” Someone clears their throat and your turn to look, your gaze landing on a person you recognize from your mother’s inner circle. Lady Hawthorne. They interrupt Lord Kales to make a suggestion, “Perhaps we should explain how these meetings usually work so the $royaltitle has a clear understanding.” They offer you a smile which you return gratefully. Lord Kales’ eyes widen. “Of course!” He turns to you and continues, “For minor issues such as this, the full council doesn’t congregate, but we do need a Crown representative to prevent ties in regards to voting on decisions.” Lady Hawthorne adds, “For more important issues, the full council will assemble, including the Oracle and Knight-Commander.” “Those issues usually involve more in-depth conversations, since those decisions can have major effects. Is that all clear?” Lord Kales inquires. You nod in understanding. * [[“Let’s proceed,” you command.]]

Lord Kales looks around the room as he speaks, “Today we vote on whether the extra funds from the war will be sent to the families of deceased soldiers, for distribution of goods among the poor, or to the libraries and schools.” They go around the table counting votes and finally, it’s your turn. “We’ve all voted for where we want the funds to go and it’s a 3-way tie. The decision lies with you, Your Highness.” You want the funds to… * [[go to the merchant’s guild, which can distribute goods to the poor.|ch1funds][$ch1fundstopoor to true]] * [[go to the families of the soldiers who perished in the war.|ch1funds][$ch1fundstosoldiers to true]] * [[go to libraries and schools, which provide refuge to tired and young people alike.|ch1funds][$ch1fundstolibraries to true]]

<<if $ch1fundstopoor>>You contemplate your options before announcing your decision, “With war comes heavy taxes - let’s send the funds to the merchant’s guild so they can distribute food and other essentials back to the people.” Lord Kales’ voice booms around the room as he speaks, “The Harbinger has spoken - the funds will be used to provide for the Castelonian people.” With the council meeting adjourned, you leave after a few pleasantries.<</if>> <<if $ch1fundstosoldiers>> You contemplate your options before announcing your decision, “Many brave souls paid the price for our continued freedom - as did their families. The money should be sent to the families of the soldiers who perished.” Lady Hawthorn nods thoughtfully, saying, “May their souls rest among the gods and their families’ burden be lightened with the funds.” With the council meeting adjourned, you leave after a few pleasantries.<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries>> You contemplate your options before announcing your decision, “Our people need mental and emotional refuge for their souls to heal - the libraries and schools can provide it.” Lord Kales speaks with finality, saying, “The young and the weary shall find peace among our educational institutions, where both warmth and knowledge await. ” With the council meeting adjourned, you leave after a few pleasantries.<</if>> * [[Back into the castle corridors|ch1aftercouncilmeeting]]

As you walk down the hall, Anna reminds you that you have some time to yourself before you need to meet your mother and James. Where should you go? * [[Head to the garden for fresh air.|ch1margaret]] //(Margaret)// * [[Head to the library for peace and quiet.|ch1f]]//($Frederick)// * [[Head to the castle kitchen for a snack.|ch1felix]] //(Felix)// * [[Head to the stables for a ride to clear your mind.|ch1constantine]]//(Constantine)//

The garden - a favorite of your mother. Not that she has much time to spend out here, but she did when you and James were children. You remember her telling you once to never forget that while the garden feels like a refuge, there are plenty of shadows lurking. Your eyes linger on the organized flower beds ahead. One morning you found your father watering the flowers and asked why he’d organized them in such a way. He told you that each of the gods deserved their own section, where their flowers could feel the full force of the sun and drink up every drop of rain. Sitting down on the bench by the fountain in the middle of the garden, you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the cool breeze as it skirts across your cheeks. A new scent wafts through your senses with each breeze - Lotuses for Gaia, Asters for Aurora, Carnations for Eurybia, Poppies for Letum, and Bluebells for Eros. Before long, a new scent hits you - neroli. Opening your eyes, you glance over to see Margaret sitting next to you. She’s mimicking you, with her eyes closed. Sensing your stare, she sighs. “I don’t get it.” “Get what?” you question. She opens her eyes and looks at you. “Sitting here with your eyes closed. Is this supposed to be relaxing?” she asks, tilting her head. You shrug.“It usually is, until someone interrupts.” She chuckles and claims, “You’re lucky it’s me and not someone here to stab you in the back.” You raise an eyebrow and ask, “Are you always so cynical about the people around you?” She turns her brown gaze to the sky. “I prefer the word realistic.” “How many times have you been stabbed in the back?” you ask. She laughs and it echoes throughout the garden. “Enough to know that you need to be careful, $royaltitle.” You... * [[jokingly ask if that’s a threat.]] * [[tell her you’re not sure what to think.]] * [[tell her it’s good that you have her looking out for you.][$mflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [[agree with her.][$mfriend +=2]]

Growing up as royal means access to education and knowledge that not everyone has the privilege of. As a child, you used to sneak away to the library in search of a new book to lose yourself in. Your father always brought books back from other countries that he visited. You’d wait at the castle gates, yearning to be the first to read them before they were added to the library. The library is quiet today, but you suppose it’s always been like that. It's not a place for busy people with busy lives. As you walk through the aisles, you run your fingers gently along the spines and breathe in the smell of wood and knowledge and peace. This is a kingdom all on its own. You turn the corner, lost in thought, and bump into something hard and steady. A bookshelf! When did this get here? “You should pay more attention, Your Highness. Might give yourself a concussion.” You glance over at an amused $Frederick. You give $fhim an incredulous look and ask, “Did you put this bookshelf here, $faddress Librarian?” $fHe chuckles. “I’m having a few new shelves put in to replace the ones that are rotting. I should’ve known some airhead would walk into it.” You gasp at the cheeky response. Then you consider how to respond. * [[Cross you arms and say, “Don’t act like we’re friends. We’re not.”|ch1librarynotfriends][$ffriend -=2]] * [[You sigh, not sure how to respond when things are still complicated between the two of you.|ch1libraryunsure]] * [[Two can play this game. Teasingly comment on how rude the librarian is.|ch1libraryrude]] * [[Joke and say, "Irreparable damage has been done to me - I may never be able to stroll a library again. I expect a formal apology."|ch1libraryjokeapology][$fflirt +=2]] * [[Brush off the teasing and comment on the positive changes to the library. |ch1libraryoptimistic][$ffriend +=2]]

You knew the kitchen would be empty this time of the day - it always was when your father brought you and James along for a cooking lesson. Your mother preferred the term “cooking disaster.” Whether you looked forward to the lessons or not, they always gave you a glimpse into who you thought your father would have been - if he had not been King. A peace those with the weight of the world were not privy to. Entering the kitchen, you are overwhelmed by the mess. Your eyes follow flour footsteps and they lead you to the stove where Felix is carefully stirring batter in a pan. You… * [[decide to watch.|ch1watchfelix]] * [[muse that he’s not meant to be in here.|ch1felixmuse][$felixfriend +=2]]

Growing up, James never liked horses as much as you did, but he also never complained when you dragged him to the stables for a ride. You both loved leaving the castle behind as children. Arriving at the stables, you walk over to your steed… * [[Midnight|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Midnight"]] * [[Justice|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Justice"]] * [[Lampos|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Lampos"]] * [[Adonis|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Adonis"]] * [[Enter your horse's name|ch1customhorsename]] <<set $namedhorse to true>>

<<if $touchaverse is true>> You grin over at her. “How lucky I am to have you on my side.” She smirks and turns her brown eyes to you. “Are you sure I have your best interests in mind?” You chuckle and shake your head. “No - but whatever you have in mind is sure to be entertaining.” She hums thoughtfully, then tsks.“First I’m cynical, now I’m entertaining. You have odd taste, Your Highness.” You roll your eyes, asking, “And what are your tastes, my Lady?” She grins and tilts her head for a moment as if thinking seriously. Then, she looks at you with a twinkle in her gaze. “Let’s see… I like complicated royals with trust issues.” You cough and choke out, “That’s...oddly specific?” Margaret schools her face in feigned surprise. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” You laugh nervously and stand up, brushing your clothes down. “Well, I think it’s time to meet in my mother’s office.” She nods. “I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation later.” She stands up and falls in line next to you. You walk in a silence that’s both comfortable and unnerving at the same time. Finally reaching the door to your mother’s office, you enter eagerly.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>> You grin over at her. “Good thing I have you looking out for me.” She smirks and moves closer, brushing her shoulder against yours. “Are you sure I have your best interests in mind?” You chuckle and shake your head. “No - but whatever you have in mind is sure to be entertaining.” She hums thoughtfully, then tsks.“First I’m cynical, now I’m entertaining. You have odd taste, Your Highness.” You roll your eyes, asking, “And what are your tastes, my Lady?” She grins and tilts her head for a moment as if thinking seriously. Then, she looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s see… I like complicated royals with trust issues.” You cough and choke out, “That’s...oddly specific?” Margaret schools her face in feigned surprise. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” You laugh nervously and stand up, brushing your clothes down. “Well, I think it’s time to meet in my mother’s office.” She nods. “I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation later.” She stands up and falls in line next to you. You walk in a silence that’s both comfortable and unnerving at the same time. Finally reaching the door to your mother’s office, you enter eagerly.<</if>> * [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

You release a stressed sigh and admit, “I don’t know what to think.” “Who should I worry about, Lady Margaret?” you ask curiously. Her face is serious as she responds, “Assassins, spies, people that you think you can trust.” You sigh and watch the water run down the middle of the fountain. “I feel like I’ve been hearing a lot about trust lately.” “If the gods are sending you a message, best not to ignore it,” she muses. You glance at her from the corner of your eye and see she has a somber expression on her face. “How do //you// decide who to trust?” She’s quiet for a moment, then meets your gaze. “I don’t trust anyone, not even my own assumptions.” “Sounds lonely,” you tell her softly. She shrugs. “There is a comfort to be found in loneliness,” she glances out over the gardens and continues, “sometimes even love, for oneself.” Before you can respond, she speaks up, telling you, “I think we’d better head to your mother’s office before she hunts us down.” You both laugh and make your way to her office, where you head inside first. * [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

You nod, saying, “Yes, I’ve been back here less than two days but I see the truth in the words you speak.” She grins. “You’re a quick study, Your Highness. Though I shouldn’t be surprised considering the Queen is your mother,” she muses. You stare up at the dimming sky, a small smile on your face as you tell her, “Actually, that’s a lesson I learned from my father.” She tenses up at the mention of the dead King but says nothing. Silence descends upon you like spiders crawling across your bare skin. Finally, you say, “We should head to my mother’s office.” You both walk in silence until you arrive. * [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

Mischief twinkling in your eyes, you ask, “Is that a threat, Lady Margaret?” Her lips twitch but she maintains composure. “I assure you, Your Highness, that my threats are never seen or heard - only experienced.” By the look in her eyes, you have no doubts that she speaks the truth. A shiver runs down your spine. You chuckles nervously, “Well, I suppose I need to stay on your good side, then.” She smirks at you with narrowed eyes. “As long as you continue to breathe, rest assured you //are// on my good side.” Before you can respond, she speaks up, telling you, “I think we’d better head to your mother’s office before she hunts us down.” You jump up and head towards your mother’s office, Margaret close behind. You slow your pace, letting her catch up. After all, probably best not to leave her and her daggers out of sight. * [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

Margaret leans against the wall that leads out to the balcony her eyes on the floor, brows furrowed, and red lips pursed. Constantine and James are chatting in hushed whispers in the corner farthest from you. When you catch your brother’s gaze, he gives you a small smile. Looking away, you notice Anna has quietly assumed her position beside you, observing like you. Your eyes land on the King’s portrait behind your mother. Looking out upon you all as if he’s here. As if this conversation isn’t about his death. Your mother clears her throat and you meet her intense gaze. Everyone starts to move closer to her. You… * [[take a deep breath and move closer into the circle surrounding the Queen.]] * [[stay where you are, against the wall, keeping your face free of the conflict you feel.]]

Once $horsename is saddled, you eagerly ride her out into the open castle grounds. The wind whips through your $mchaircolor hair and your body relishes the feeling of freedom. Eventually, you stop at a spring a little way into the forest and tie $horsename up for a break. After taking a moment to stretch, you grab a blanket from your saddlebag and spread it on the ground. Closing your eyes, you wonder if you can fit in a nap. But a rustling in the leaves startles you up. Surprised, you stare at Constantine who gazes back with an equal expression. “You weren’t about to take a nap were you? Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to nap in a forest?” His amused eyes stare at you, waiting for an answer. You… * [[sigh and explain that it's been hard to find peace lately.|ch1hardtofindpeace][$cfriend +=2]] * [[express your surprise that James is not with him.|ch1cnojames]] * [[ask if he’s worried about you.|ch1forestflirt][$cflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [[tell him that you can take care of yourself.|ch1cstrongchoice]]

Your horse's name is... <<textbox "$horsename" "Majesty">> [[Click here after entering a name|ch1namehorse]]

"I just wanted a moment of the elusive peace and quiet,” you state wistfully. He chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair. “Well, if you find it, let me know. I could use a bit of that.” You pat the space next to you and he takes a seat on the edge of the blanket. Glancing at him, you ask, “What brings you to the forest then?” “Same at you it seems. Clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard your horse neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” You lie back on the blanket and close your eyes. “Now seems like a good time to relax.” You open an eye and peek at him, “You should give it a try.” He stares at you for a moment before lying back and watching the clouds. After a few quiet moments, you ask, “So, let’s say you did have a day off to relax, what would you do?” He looks startled by your question and glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” You sit in companionable silence for a while before sitting up. “I suppose we should head to my mother’s office.” He nods, looking a bit more relaxed. You throw him a grin. “Perhaps we can relax together another time.” He chuckles. “Something tells me neither of us will have the time.” You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * <<link "walk back with him, leading $horsename.""ch1walkwithc">><</link>> * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.][$ch1ridewc to true]]

You scoff. “While I appreciate the concern, I can take care of myself. Verissimo’s don’t run from danger.” His eyes bore into yours for a long moment before he speaks. “Yes, well, that much is obvious. I have no doubts on your ability to defend yourself, but I won’t apologize for trying to look out for you.” You shrug. “I don’t expect you to, I know it’s your job.” He furrows his brows. “It is my job, but it’s more than that. It’s my //duty//. The two are not mutually exclusive.” You ponder his words. Is being The Harbinger your duty or your job? A question you’ll need to think over, as the answer is not forthcoming. What you do know if that you must be strong - for your family, for your people, and for yourself. You pat the space next to you and he takes a seat on the edge of the blanket. Glancing at him, you ask, “What brings you to the forest then?” “Clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard your horse neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” “You ever have a day off?” He snorts. “Oh, I think the last time was about ten years ago.” “That explains a lot.” He throws you a mocking look. “Does it now?” You laugh. Curiously, you ask, “So, let’s say you did have a day off, what would you do?” He looks startled by your question and glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” You chat for a bit longer before it’s time to head to the meeting in your mother’s office. You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * [[walk back with him, leading|ch1walkwithc]] $horsename. * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.][$ch1ridewc to true]]

“I’m surprised James isn’t with you.” He rolls his eyes, a smirk on his lips. “I’m not his keeper - gods know he needs one though.” “Fair enough,” you say laughing. You pat the space next to you and he takes a seat on the edge of the blanket. Glancing at him, you ask, “What brings you to the forest then?” “Clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard your horse neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” “You ever have a day off?” He snorts. “Oh, I think the last time was about ten years ago.” “That explains a lot.” He throws you a mocking look. “Does it now?” You laugh. Curiously, you ask, “So, let’s say you did have a day off, what would you do?” He looks startled by your question and glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” You chat for a bit longer before it’s time to head to the meeting in your mother’s office. You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * <<link "walk back with him, leading $horsename.""ch1walkwithc">><</link>> * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.][$ch1ridewc to true]]

Smiling at him, you ask, “Are you worried about me, Constantine?” He walks closer and the intensity of his blue gaze draws you in. A gaze clearer than Aurora’s sky, but with depths deeper than Eurybia's sea. “Of course,” he says. Butterflies swarm your stomach. Then he adds, “You’re not too different from your twin, both reckless royals, so you probably need someone to take care of you.” His eyes twinkle with mischief. You cross your arms and purse your lips. “I absolutely resent that statement.” His laughter filled your ears, a sound so delightful that your heart speeds up. Smirking, he tells you, “You’re cute when you’re pouting.” And now your heart is in overdrive. “You think I’m cute?” His eyes widen and he rubs a hand on the back of his neck, looking anywhere but you. You can’t help but smile and you say, “Well, //you’re// pretty cute when you’re flustered.” His eyes dart back to you - there seems to be some conflict raging inside. You pat the space next to you and he sits. Turning to you, he says, “Seriously, you shouldn’t be out here alone. Not with an assassin on the loose.” You glance away from him and stare at the water trickling through the stream. Clear in some areas, muddy in others. “I just wanted to clear my head, but $horsename needs to rest, so I thought I’d take a break.” He nods thoughtfully, watching the water, too. “$horsename, huh? My horse’s name is Allegiance. We should ride together next time.” You glance at him with a grin. “So you can keep me safe from the forest?” He glances at you from the corner of his eye, lips slightly upturned. “Something like that.” You sit in companionable silence for a moment before asking, “What were you doing in the forest?” “Same as you - clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard $horsename neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” “Lucky me,” you say, gazing at him. He smiles at you softly. You sit together for a while, asking each other questions. At one point you turn and ask, “So, let’s say you had a day off, what would you do?” He glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” He smiles back. “As much as I’d like to chat with you all day, we should head to your mother’s office.” You sigh and stand. “You’re right, of course.” You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * [[walk back with him, leading|ch1walkwithc]] $horsename. * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.][$ch1ridewc to true]]

<<set $cfriend +=2>>You tell him that you’ll walk back, too. You walk in relative silence, both enjoying the quiet and knowing that it will be gone as soon as you’re back at the castle. When you arrive, James is waiting for you, surprise evident on his face. “I was wondering where you were, Constantine,” James says. Your brother narrows his eyes at you. “Mother’s waiting.” You nod and unsaddle your horse. When you’re done, you all head to your mother’s office. James glances between you and his friend a few times on the way, but doesn’t say anything. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

You clear your throat and glance at him. “We can ride together, if you want.” Surprise flashes across his face. It takes him an agonizing moment to respond and you feel regret set in. But then he says, “I wouldn’t mind - but are you sure that’s alright, $mcname?” You nod your head, relieved. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be? It’s just a ride, Constantine.” He sucks in a breath. “Right, of course. Alright then.” You climb onto $horsename first and he follows. As you start riding towards the stables, Constantine… * [[wraps his strong arms around you.|ch1horserideclose]] * [[scoots further back so he’s not touching you.|ch1horseridescoot]]

<<set $cflirt +=2>>Constantine hesitantly wraps his arms around you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, willing yourself not to get flustered by his strong, warm frame pressed against yours. His presence is comforting and peaceful, like the quiet world surrounding you both in this moment. Neither of you speaks and when you reach the stables, James is waiting. A small frown forms on his face as his eyes scan you both. Constantine quickly pulls away and hops down from your horse. James raises an eyebrow at you. “Well, what do we have here, $mcsibling?” You ignore your brother and focus on unsaddling your horse while James and Constantine chat. When you’re done, you all head to your mother’s office. James glances between you and his friend several times on the way, but makes no further comment. * [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

<<set $cfriend +=2>>Constantine makes himself as small as possible, taking care to not touch you by scooting further back and resting his arms at his side. You appreciate his thoughtfulness and let out a sigh of relief. Neither of you speaks and when you reach the stables, James is waiting. A small frown forms on his face as his eyes scan you both. Constantine quickly pulls away and hops down from your horse. James raises an eyebrow at you. “Well, what do we have here, $mcsibling?” You ignore your brother and focus on unsaddling your horse while James and Constantine chat. When you’re done, you all head to your mother’s office. * [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]

You prop yourself against a corner wall and observe him. Brows furrowed in concentration with black locks of hair framing his face. Suddenly, his hazel eyes snap to you. “Were you just planning to ogle me or are you going to help?” You weren’t expecting that. You... * [[move closer and ask how you can help.|ch1asktohelp][$felixfriend +=2]] * [["I-I wasn't ogling!"|ch1felixshyflirt][$felixflirt +=2]]❤️ * [[admit that you’d prefer to keep ogling.|ch1felixboldflirt][$felixflirt +=2]] ❤️

You’re not supposed to be in here, you know.” Felix turns away from the stove. He throws you a mocking look. “And //you// are?” You shrug. “Well, I won’t get in any real trouble, but you could.” He chuckles. “Do I look like a man who runs at the first sight of trouble? Besides, you’ll vouch for me, right?” He winks at you before turning back to the pan. You move closer to inspect his dish. “What is it?” you ask. “No clue. Just started mixing stuff.” “Sounds like a terrible idea.” He rolls his eyes. “Are you just going to criticize or do something useful?” You narrow your eyes at him, “What do you want me to do?” He tosses you a rag. “Mess isn’t going to clean itself.” You groan but start wiping flour up. He laughs quietly to himself. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You slap his shoulder with the flour-soaked rag. He throws you a playful glare. You work in silence until he asks, “What’s the real reason you’re here?” Looking around the kitchen, you tell him, “I got hungry and…I was missing my father.” His gaze softens. “What’s lost cannot be found again. But memories can remind us of what was once whole.” You start cleaning the counter next to him. After a moment, you speak, “But memories are a painful reminder of what’s missing.” He stops stirring and removes the pan from the stove, then turns to you, wiping his hands on the ruined apron hanging around his broad frame. Looking in your eyes, he muses, “Pain is inevitable. I’d much prefer a fleeting glimpse of happiness than to wallow in the darkness of loneliness.” Before you can respond, he quickly adds, “But that’s a preference. Don’t let anyone dictate to you the correct way to feel or not to feel.” “Thank you, Felix,” you say with a small smile, which he returns. * [[You spend a few more minutes cleaning the kitchen before telling him that you’ve got to leave to meet your mother.|ch1vivoffice]]

"I-I wasn’t ogling!” Your face heats and a bead of sweat roll down the side of your face at his intense gaze. Felix smirks. “Too warm in the kitchen for you?” His gaze pierces yours. You tug at your top and glance around. “It is a bit warm.” “Mhhm.” He turns back to the stove. “Come on, then.” He waves a hand, wanting you to come closer. You move closer and he... * [[tells you to start cleaning.|ch1asktohelp]] * [[offers you a taste.|ch1felixtakeabit][$felixflirt +=2]] ❤️

“Well, if I’m being honest, I’d prefer to just watch.” He smirks, hazel eyes burning into you. “Yes, I’m sure you would.” For a moment you think he’ll leave you to do just that but then he says, “Royal or not, get your ass over here.” You chuckle and move closer. He… * [[tells you to start cleaning.|ch1asktohelp]] * [[offers you a taste.|ch1felixtakeabit][$felixflirt +=2]] ❤️

You move closer to the center of chaos. “Alright, alright. What do you want me to do?” He tosses you a rag. “Mess isn’t going to clean itself.” You narrow your eyes at him but start wiping flour up. He laughs quietly to himself. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You slap his shoulder with the flour-soaked rag. He throws you a playful glare. You work in silence until he asks, “What’s the real reason you’re here?” Looking around the kitchen, you tell him, “I got hungry and…I was missing my father.” His gaze softens. “What’s lost cannot be found again. But memories can remind us of what was once whole.” You start cleaning the counter next to him. After a moment, you speak, “But memories are a painful reminder of what’s missing.” He stops stirring and removes the pan from the stove, then turns to you, wiping his hands on the ruined apron hanging around his broad frame. Looking into your eyes, he muses, “Pain is inevitable. I’d much prefer a fleeting glimpse of happiness than to wallow in the darkness of loneliness.” Before you can respond, he quickly adds, “But that’s a preference. Don’t let anyone dictate to you the correct way to feel or not to feel.” “Thank you, Felix,” you say with a small smile, which he returns. * [[You spend a few more minutes cleaning the kitchen before telling him that you’ve got to leave to meet your mother.|ch1vivoffice]]

“Want a taste?” he offers, holding a spoonful toward you. “What is it?” you inquire. He smirks. “Just take a bite, $mcname.” Hesitantly, you open your mouth. He slides the spoon between your lips. Your eyes flutter closed and you can’t withhold a small moan as a sweet flavor envelops your senses. Swallowing, you open your eyes and meet his smoldering gaze causing you to let out a ragged breath. “Well?” he asks, voice a whisper. You take a step back and clear your throat. “Delicious.” He chuckles, turning back to the stove. “That’s a relief because I have no fucking clue what this is. I just started mixing things that seemed to work well together.” You huff. “Guess I know who //not// to trust.” He laughs and throws you a quick, pointed glance. “I’d say I’m the least of your worries.” Turning fully toward you, he asks, “Speaking of, what’s the real reason you’re here?” Looking around the kitchen, you tell him, “I got hungry and…I was missing my father.” His gaze softens. “What’s lost cannot be found again. But memories can remind us of what was once whole.” You start cleaning the counter next to him. After a moment, you speak, “But memories are a painful reminder of what’s missing.” He stops stirring and removes the pan from the stove, then turns to you, wiping his hands on the ruined apron hanging around his broad frame. Looking into your eyes, he muses, “Pain is inevitable. I’d much prefer a fleeting glimpse of happiness than to wallow in the darkness of loneliness.” Before you can respond, he quickly adds, “But that’s a preference. Don’t let anyone dictate to you the correct way to feel or not to feel.” “Thank you, Felix,” you say with a small smile, which he returns. * [[You spend a few more minutes cleaning the kitchen before telling him that you’ve got to leave to meet your mother.|ch1vivoffice]]

You take a deep breath to prepare for whatever information your mother’s going to share. Up until this point, the details surrounding your father’s death have practically been kept a secret from you. You only know he was ambushed and assassinated. You come to stand next to your brother, with Anna on your other side. The Queen glances around the room at everyone gathered. “As you all know, the King was assassinated shortly after the war ended. Less than a month ago.” Her eyes find yours again. “The truth is that he didn’t die in Arandale. He died on the Castelonian border, hours after returning by ship.” If he died hours after arriving by ship, that means he was only about a two days ride from the castle. Two days from the protection of these walls. Two days from seeing your mother again. You glance around the room. Margaret avoids your gaze, Anna glares at the floor and James and Constantine are somber but don’t look surprised. It seems like you’re the last to know. When James meets your eyes, there is a lingering emotion - one you can only describe as heartbreak. “Constantine and I were with father when we were ambushed,” he begins before glancing down at his hands. After a moment he looks back at you and you can see the unshed tears he’s desperately trying to contain. “We fought so hard, $mcname,” his voice breaks as continues, “but it wasn’t enough. There were a dozen of us and at least forty of them.” He turns away, breathing ragged. You glance at Constantine, but his gaze is burning into the floor, jaw clenched and white knuckles gripping the hilt of his sword. You… * [[hug your brother.|ch1hugjames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[say nothing but glance at your mother.|ch1lookatviv]]

Up until this point, the details surrounding your father’s death have practically been kept a secret from you. You only know he was ambushed and assassinated. Although you’re eager to hear what your mother has to tell you, you know it would not do well to offer your emotions freely. So, you push your anxieties and questions away, keeping your face impassive. The Queen glances around the room at everyone gathered. “As you all know, the King was assassinated shortly after the war ended. Less than a month ago.” Her eyes find yours again. “The truth is that he didn’t die in Arandale. He died on the Castelonian border, hours after returning by ship.” If he died hours after arriving by ship, that means he was only about a two days ride from the castle. Two days from the protection of these walls. Two days from seeing your mother again. Your stomach flips as you wonder how this could have happened. You take care not to let the others see your mask slip but it’s a battle as questions surge through your mind. You glance around the room. Margaret avoids your gaze, Anna glares at the floor and James and Constantine are somber but don’t look surprised. It seems like you’re the last to know. When James meets your eyes, there is a lingering emotion - one you can only describe as heartbreak. “Constantine and I were with father when we were ambushed,” he begins before glancing down at his hands. After a moment he looks back at you and you can see the unshed tears he’s desperately trying to contain. “We fought so hard, $mcname,” his voice breaks as continues, “but it wasn’t enough. There were a dozen of us and at least forty of them.” He turns away, breathing ragged. You glance at Constantine, but his gaze is burning into the floor, jaw clenched and white knuckles gripping the hilt of his sword. You… * [[hug your brother.|ch1hugjames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[say nothing but glance at your mother.|ch1lookatviv]]

James looks as broken as you feel. You turn and wrap your arms around him. Like a dam, his tears break free. You’ve rarely seen your brother cry. Even when you were children, he always had a carefree smile on his face. “I’m sorry,” he sobs into your shoulder. “I’m sorry we couldn’t save him.” You… * [[wrap your arms tighter around him.|ch1hugjamesmore]] * [[release him from the hug.|ch1letjamesgo]]

You refuse to let your emotions get the best of you. You are in control. You must be in control. And so you turn your gaze towards your mother. She stares at you for a moment with a frown. Then she declares, “We must find the culprit,” adding, “While I do suspect Arandale, we don’t have proof and the war is over. This investigation requires discretion.” Spying - she means. You can’t help but glance at Margaret. There’s no doubt that the Lady of the Shadows is here to carry out your mother’s orders. When you look back to your mother, she tells you, “Margaret will work in the shadows, as she does best. Constantine will assist James with putting her intel to work." There’s silence for a moment and it’s telling. She doesn’t want you involved. You stare back at her, hoping your gaze meets her intensity. “I need to be a part of this, too.” She sighs. “We both know that it’s too dangerous, $mcname.” She says your name softly as if scared that the truth will crush you. You scoff. “How can I lead our people one day if I can’t find my own father’s killer?” James clears his throat. “We’ll keep you informed $mcsibling, but you need to step back from this. You’re the Heir now.” Backed into a corner, you glance around at everyone. Constantine, Anna, and Margaret - all look away. Whether they agree with you or not, none is eager to challenge your mother. You don’t blame them. You… * [[argue that you have as much right to be involved as anyone.|ch1officeargue]] * [[don’t respond, just leave the room.|ch1officeleave]] * [[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie.|ch1officedecieve]]

You wrap your arms tighter around him, wishing you could protect him from the guilt he feels. “You don’t need to be sorry. Father wouldn’t want that either.” He sucks in a breath and pulls back. “I thought you would hate me,” he whispers, looking down at his hands. You squeeze his shoulder, causing him to glance up at you. “Never,” you utter. He smiles at you, relieved, and you both turn back to your mother, whose gaze is guarded. “We must find the culprit,” your mother says, adding, “While I do suspect Arandale, we don’t have proof and the war is over. This investigation requires discretion.” Spying - she means. You can’t help but glance at Margaret. There’s no doubt that the Lady of the Shadows is here to carry out your mother’s orders. When you look back to your mother, she tells you, “Margaret will work in the shadows, as she does best. Constantine will assist James with putting her intel to work." There’s silence for a moment and it’s telling. She doesn’t want you involved. You stare back at her, hoping your gaze meets her intensity. “I need to be a part of this, too.” She sighs. “We both know that it’s too dangerous, $mcname.” She says your name softly as if scared that the truth will crush you. You scoff. “How can I lead our people one day if I can’t find my own father’s killer?” James clears his throat. “We’ll keep you informed $mcsibling, but you need to step back from this. You’re the Heir now.” Backed into a corner, you glance around at everyone. Constantine, Anna, and Margaret - all look away. Whether they agree with you or not, none is eager to challenge your mother. You don’t blame them. You… * [[argue that you have as much right to be involved as anyone.|ch1officeargue]] * [[don’t respond, just leave the room.|ch1officeleave]] * [[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie.|ch1officedecieve]]

You release your hold on him. “You don’t need to be sorry. Father wouldn’t want that either.” He sucks in a breath and nods. You both turn back to your mother whose gaze is guarded. “We must find the culprit,” your mother says, adding, “While I do suspect Arandale, we don’t have proof and the war is over. This investigation requires discretion.” Spying - she means. You can’t help but glance at Margaret. There’s no doubt that the Lady of the Shadows is here to carry out your mother’s orders. When you look back to your mother, she tells you, “Margaret will work in the shadows, as she does best. Constantine will assist James with putting her intel to work." There’s silence for a moment and it’s telling. She doesn’t want you involved. You stare back at her, hoping your gaze meets her intensity. “I need to be a part of this, too.” She sighs. “We both know that it’s too dangerous, $mcname.” She says your name softly as if scared that the truth will crush you. You scoff. “How can I lead our people one day if I can’t find my own father’s killer?” James clears his throat. “We’ll keep you informed, $mcsibling but you need to step back from this. You’re the Heir now.” Backed into a corner, you glance around at everyone. Constantine, Anna, and Margaret - all look away. Whether they agree with you or not, none is eager to challenge your mother. You don’t blame them. You… * [[argue that you have as much right to be involved as anyone.|ch1officeargue]] * [[don’t respond, just leave the room.|ch1officeleave]] * [[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie. |ch1officedecieve]] * [[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie.|ch1officedecieve]]

You give James a pointed look. “I have as much right to be involved as anyone else here. If not more.” Your mother's serious tone interrupts whatever response he had. “It's not about right and wrong. It’s a matter of safety.” You give her an incredulous look. “What’s safer than awareness of the threat, //Your Majesty//?” She narrows her eyes at your tone. Perhaps that would have been out of line yesterday, but you’re the Harbinger today and that essentially makes you equals. You’re startled out of your staredown by the clearing of a throat. “The $royaltitle is right. Being left in the dark is the worst possible path. Perhaps I can find a subtle use for $himher?” Margaret suggests. James' angry voice rings out, “Are you mad? You’re not going to use my $mcsibling like bait.” Margaret rolls her eyes. “As fun as that sounds, it's not quite what I had in mind.” The Queen throws a glare the spy’s way. “I don’t care what you had in mind, Margaret. $mcname is staying out of this.” Margaret stares at her for a moment and then nods, seeming to understand this is a losing battle. “It seems I’m powerful in title only,” you muse. “You know that’s not true,” Anna claims. You glance around the room. “It’s clear where you all stand - I’ll take my leave since my voice is not valued in this discussion.” [[You leave abruptly, anger surging through your body.|ch1officeleavetogallery]]

You straighten up and nod at your brother. “Of course, you’re right James,” you throw him a small smile, saying, “I’ll silently support you from the sidelines. Just be sure to keep me abreast of any updates. Alright?” Your mother visibly relaxes. “Thank you, darling. I can’t stand the thought of you in harm's way.” Constantine clears his throat and glances at you. “I’ll choose two rotating guards that I trust for your care.” * [[Thank him|ch1officethanks][$cfriend +=2]] * [[“Oh? And here I thought I might just have you all to myself.”|ch1officeflirt][$cflirt +=2]]❤️

This ridiculousness doesn’t dignify a response. You make a huffing noise and turn on your heel, ignoring the sound of your name as you head to the gallery. And so, here you are again, in the gallery. This time, your eyes are consumed by your father’s favorite painting. It depicts a young person staring into a mirror, shock etched into their features. Behind them, a hooded figure plunges a dagger into their back. Father always said it was his favorite because it reminded him to never forget that the shadows provide as much danger as they provide refuge. The secrets we hold, and the secrets those we trust hold, can come back to stab us in the back. You sit down on the bench in front of the painting, thinking about his letter and the truth about his death. All he wanted was for your family to be whole again. And now it never will. A darkness takes hold of your heart. It reminds you of something your father once said. Closing your eyes, you can hear his whisper in your mind. //“Do not be afraid of the darkness, little one. For it is darkness that keeps us human. It cannot always be light. And it should not. Only in times of darkness are we enlightened to understand who among us accepts us for our truest selves.”// Where do you go from here? A question you’ve been asking yourself since you read that letter. Since your world broke and reformed into something unknown. And you don’t know the answer. Don’t know what happens next, or how, or why, or in what way. What you do know, is that the silence hurts. * [[Shaking away your scattered thoughts, you retire for the night, telling yourself that you’ll think on all this tomorrow and figure out how you can investigate without angering your mother.|ch1retire]]

“Thank you, Constantine.” “Of course,” he says, adding “it’s my duty to protect you, your brother, and the Queen.” You nod and look around the room. It appears they’ve bought into your deception, for now. “Well,” you say, “I’m going to retire for the night. Let me know when there’s a new development.” * [[You leave before another word can be spoken and allow your feet to carry you where they will.|ch1officeleavetogallery]]

You meet his lovely blue gaze. “Oh? And here I thought I might just have you all to myself.” His eyes widen, whereas, you brother narrows his eyes at you. James grits his teeth and asks, “Do you take anything seriously, or is it all a game to you?” You glance at you brother with a tilted head. “I assure you, it is a game. And one I intend to win.” * [[With that, you spin on your heel and leave the room.|ch1officeleavetogallery]]

And so, here you are again, in the gallery. This time, your eyes are consumed by your father’s favorite painting. It depicts a young person staring into a mirror, shock etched into their features. Behind them, a hooded figure plunges a dagger into their back. Father always said it was his favorite because it reminded him to never forget that the shadows provide as much danger as they provide refuge. The secrets we hold, and the secrets those we trust hold, can come back to stab us in the back. You sit down on the bench in front of the painting, thinking about his letter and the truth about his death. All he wanted was for your family to be whole again. And now it never will. A darkness takes hold of your heart. It reminds you of something your father once said. Closing your eyes, you can hear his whisper in your mind. //“Do not be afraid of the darkness, little one. For it is darkness that keeps us human. It cannot always be light. And it should not. Only in times of darkness are we enlightened to understand who among us accepts us for our truest selves.”// Where do you go from here? A question you’ve been asking yourself since you read that letter. Since your world broke and reformed into something unknown. And you don’t know the answer. Don’t know what happens next, or how, or why, or in what way. What you do know, is that the silence hurts. * [[Shaking away your scattered thoughts, you retire for the night, telling yourself that you’ll think on all this tomorrow and figure out how you can investigate without angering your mother.|ch1retire]]

You’ve been lying here for hours but sleep refuses to comfort you. But perhaps its for the best, as an urgent knock startles you out of bed and toward the threshold. You’re surprised to find Anna outside your door. “What’s wrong?” you ask. “There’s a meeting happening in the forest tonight, soldiers who might not be loyal to the Crown. After you left, Margaret said there could be intel there. I thought we should try to eavesdrop.” Your eyes widen and you flash Anna a mischievous grin. “You’re a genius!” She laughs. Then turns serious and says, “If they won’t let us help find your father’s killer, we’ll just have to sneak around.” * [[You dress quickly and arrive in the stables shortly after.]]

Your hand fumbles with your horses’ saddle. “We need to hurry - I don’t want to miss any of the intel.” Your best friend nods. “We’ll be back before anyone’s the wiser.” A clearing of a throat startles you both. Turning around, you see… * [[Constantine.|ch1endconstantine][$caughtbyc to true]] * [[Margaret.|ch1endmargaret][$caughtbym to true]] * [[Felix and|ch1endfandf][$caughtbyff to true]] $Frederick.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t stay out of trouble.” Constantine stands at the stable doors with his arms crossed. He sighs and you feel a twinge of guilt, knowing his thoughts are consumed with your family’s protection. “Two troublesome twins, you lot,” he grumbles. You can’t help but chuckle. “I’m quite different from my brother, actually, Sir.” He shakes his head but amusement swims in those blue eyes. “What am I supposed to do with you, Your Highness?” Anna clears her throat. “Pretend that you didn’t see us?” He gives her a stern look. “I can’t let the $royaltitle leave the castle, where danger could be lurking.” Plans foiled, you suggest, “Why don’t we just head back in for the night?” He stares at you for a moment, contemplating, then shakes his head no. “I’m sorry, truly, but I have to take you to James.” Anna groans. “You don’t have to…” He frowns. “This isn’t up for discussion. Let’s go.” He motions for you to go ahead of him. You sigh and comply, Anna falling in line next to you. She glances over at you and then behind. “I’m sorry, $mcname.” You give her a small smile. “Not your fault - the gods must have their reasons.” She doesn’t respond and you reach your brother’s room before long. Constantine knocks on the door and a surprised James opens it. * [[Your brother narrows his eyes, looking between Anna and yourself.][$jamestrust +=2]]

“I hate how predictable you were,” Margaret says, leaning against the wall with her lips curled into a smirk. At your bewildered look, she lets out a laugh and walks closer. Giving you a pointed look, she says, “If you wanted to sneak around, you only needed to say, Your Highness.” Anna tenses up. “So, what, this was a setup?” Margaret glances over at Anna. “I needed to see how far the $royaltitle would go to be a part of the investigation.” She turns her sharp brown gaze back to you. You shift on your feet and ask, “And my mother knows about this?” Her eyes bore into you. “No. I don’t agree with excluding you from the investigation.” You and Anna exchange a wary glance. Margaret chuckles lightly. "I suggest you hurry back to your rooms lest someone else find you." And with that, she walks out. Anna grumbles something. You turn to her. “What’d you say?” She sighs, running a hand over her face. “I can’t believe she tricked us like that!” You shrug. “What does it matter? It’s not like we’re spies. We don’t know how to play her game, yet.” Anna doesn’t say anything, so you unsaddle the horses and head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” James walks you to your chambers. * [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end][$jamestrust +=2]]

$Frederick stands in the door, frowning with furrowed brows. Felix is on the other side, eyeing your horses. "I didn’t believe Felix when he said he saw you two rushing towards the stables. Lucky that he was itching for a snack so late at night.” $pluralf voice isn’t stern, but laced with concern. You straighten up. “It’s not a crime to go for a ride with my friend, is it?” Felix chuckles, hazel gaze boring into yours. “No, but something tells me this isn’t that.” $Frederick and Felix walk over to stand in front of you. “What’s going on, $mcname?” You hesitate, but some nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach emboldens you to tell them. “My mother and James have forbidden me from investigating the King’s death, but I can’t just sit around.” You close your eyes, willing your emotions to stay in check. You… * <<link "hear the voice of $Frederick." "ch1fvoiceend">><</link>> * [[feel yourself relax as Felix’s arms wrap around you.|ch1felixendhug][$felixfriend +=2]] * <<link "feel yourself relax as $Frederick's arms wrap around you." "ch1fendhug">><</link>>

He lets our an exasperated sigh. “What have you done?” “Nothing yet - I caught them trying to sneak out of the castle.” James ushers you into his room. Looking around, you see that, much like your room, it remains unchanged. Next to the balcony doors sit a desk, overflowing with letters. The candle flickers brightly and you wonder if that’s what he’s been doing all night. James crosses his arms and speaks, drawing your eyes away from his desk, “What do you have to say for yourself?” He stares at you sternly. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. Constantine glances over to you and Anna. “I’ll walk you both back to your rooms.” “Thank you, Constantine,” you offer a smile and he returns it with a slight nod. * [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]]

!Act I: Truth Lingers in the Shadows !!Chapter II <center>//Another Voice, when I am sleeping, cries,// //"The Flower should open with the Morning skies."// //And a retreating Whisper, as I wake-// //"The Flower that once has blown forever dies."// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain LVI, Translated by Edward Fitzgerald)</center> <center>[[Your pet arrives today.|startchapter2]]</center>

<<set $ffriend +=2>><<set $jamestrust +=2>> $pluralf voice wills you to open your eyes, $fhim and Felix both staring at you with concern. $Frederick runs a hand through $fhis hair. “This is dangerous and I can’t lie - I’m worried. But we’ll help you. This way, at least we can know you’re safe.” Felix nods and gives you a reassuring smile. “Now, why don’t we walk you back to your rooms?” Anna glances at you, silently asking what you want to do. You let out a sigh and nod. “We’ll see if we can get some information from Margaret. Maybe she’ll slip up.” Anna looks disappointed but follows your lead. After unsaddling the horses, you head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Felix and $Frederick say their goodbyes and James walks you to your to chambers. * [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]]

Felix doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, running a gentle hand up and down your back. His presence soothes your mind. "Thank you,” you whisper. He grins at you. “You don’t need to thank your friends for being there.” His smile is infectious and you return it. $Frederick clears $fhis throat and you both look over to see $fhim watching you closely. “This is dangerous - you need to be careful. But we’ll help you. This way, at least I can know you’re safe.” Felix nods and glances at you, adding, “Anything you need. Now, why don’t we walk you back to your rooms?” Anna glances at you, silently asking what you want to do. You let out a sigh and nod. “We’ll see if we can get some information from Margaret. Maybe she’ll slip up.” Anna looks disappointed but follows your lead. After unsaddling the horses, you head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Felix and $Frederick say their goodbyes and James walks you to your to chambers. * [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]]

$pluralf arms wrap around you and with it, a calming woodsy scent. $fhe holds you tight and murmurs in your ear, “This is dangerous and I can’t lie - I’m worried. But we’ll help you. This way, at least I can know you’re safe.” You whisper, “Thank you.” When you separate, you glance at Felix. “Why don’t we walk you back to your rooms?” he suggests. Anna glances at you, silently asking what you want to do. You let out a sigh and nod. “We’ll see if we can get some information from Margaret. Maybe she’ll slip up.” Anna looks disappointed but follows your lead. After unsaddling the horses, you head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Felix and $Frederick say their goodbyes and James walks you to your to chambers. * [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]] <<set $ffriend +=2>><<set $jamestrust +=2>>

You frown and cross your arms. “Don’t act like we’re friends. We’re not.” Surprise flashes in $fhis eyes before he clears his throat and turns back to the shelves. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I forget myself.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget this is a product of //your// actions.” $Frederick bites $fhis lip and nods. “I’m well aware,” $fhe says softly. The he turns to you. “Do you think you’ll ever trust me again?” You contemplate for a moment. You say… * [["Trust has to be earned."|ch1librarytrustearned]] * [["That all depends on you."|ch1librarytrustdepends]]

A sigh falls from your lips are exhaustion riddles your bones. It seems that no matter how hard you try, peace is nowhere to be found for you. You aren’t sure how to respond to $Frederick when things are still complicated between the two of you. $fHe seems to pick up on the atmosphere and shifts $fhis weight to $fhis other foot. $Frederick clears $fhis throat. “I’m sorry. About the bookshelf and, uhm, well, everything. I know I still need to give you an explanation, but do you ever think you might trust me again?” You contemplate for a moment. You say… * [["Trust has to be earned."|ch1librarytrustearned]] * [["That all depends on you."|ch1librarytrustdepends]]

You scoff and gaze at $Frederick with your best glare. “I can’t believe the people in charge have hired someone so rude to manage this sanctum of knowledge.” $fHe grins.“I’m pretty good friends with the people in charge, so I don’t think filing a complaint will do anything.” You laugh and nod, saying, “You might be right.” $fHe feigns mock offense. “Might?!” “Well...you did skip town on someone who cared for you.” $fHe looks away and scratches $fhis cheek. That green gaze you know all too well turns to you. “Do you think you could ever trust me again?” You… * [["Trust has to be earned."|ch1librarytrustearned]] * [["That all depends on you."|ch1librarytrustdepends]]

<<if $touchaverse is true>> You sigh dramatically and lean against the bookshelf. “Irreparable damage has been done to me - I may never be able to stroll a library again. I expect a formal apology.” $fHis lips twitch but $fhe keeps $fhis face straight and says in a deadpan voice, “Right, sorry about that.” You gasp. “Not good enough!” $!fhe laughs and then gets down on both knees. You look down into $fhis mesmerizing green eyes. “I beg you to forgive me, oh great Harbinger! How wicked of me to upgrade the library to ensure your continued reading pleasure!” You can’t help but laugh and $fhe joins in. $fhe stands up brushing off $fhis trousers.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>> You sigh dramatically and lean against the bookshelf. “Irreparable damage has been done to me - I may never be able to stroll a library again. I expect a formal apology.” $fHis lips twitch but $fhe keeps $fhis face straight and says in a deadpan voice, “Right, sorry about that.” You gasp. “Not good enough!” $fHe laughs and then gets down on both knees, grabbing your hands. You look down into $fhis mesmerizing green eyes. "I beg you to forgive me, oh great Harbinger! How wicked of me to upgrade the library to ensure your continued reading pleasure!” You can’t help but laugh and $fhe joins in. $fHe stands up brushing off $fhis trousers.<</if>> You realize how close you are and… * [[take a small step back.|ch1librarystepback]] * [[find your eyes drawn to plump pink lips.|ch1libraryeyestolips]]

“I’m glad you’re taking good care of this place. We spent a lot of time here as children. It’s good to have someone enthusiastic taking care of such an important part of the castle.” $fHe nods. “I’ve been cleaning all morning. I think I’ve dusted away a decade of dirt.” You grin. “That’s entirely possible - the last librarian spent her days napping behind the desk and yelling at children for being too loud.” “Once I’m finished with the updates, I’d love to open the library to those who don’t normally have access to the castle.” $fHe bites $fhis lip and glances at you. “Do you think that’d be possible?” You contemplate for a moment. Inviting more people into the castle, especially with an assassin on the loose, isn’t the best idea. But, it would boost your people’s morale - and that’s in desperate need. You tell $fhim, “With some careful planning around security, I’m sure we could make it work. Besides, Aurora wouldn’t want us keeping the library’s brilliance to ourselves.” $Frederick looks at you with twinkling eyes. “I knew you’d see it my way!” You laugh. “Let’s talk about more of your ideas later, okay? I’ve got to get to a meeting with my mother right now.” After saying your goodbyes, you head to your mother’s office. Feeling a bit lighter than you have in days. Hopeful even. * [[But as you walk into your mother’s office, you wonder how long that will last.|ch1vivoffice]]

You tear your eyes away from $fhis intense gaze.“ Trust has to be earned, $Frederick.” $fHe nods $fhis head, conflict raging on $fhis face. $Frederick clears $fhis throat. “Well, it was nice to see you,” $fhe says, voice strained. Then adds, “I should get back to work.” You nod. “I’ll see you around.” As you leave the library and walk to your mother’s office, you think about the Oracle’s words. Who to trust? Too many mistakes have sprung from placing it in the wrong people. [[Shaking your head, you push the thoughts away for now and enter the office.|ch1vivoffice]]

You tear your eyes away from $fhis intense gaze. “That all depends on you, $Frederick.” Hope swims in $fhis eyes. "Does that mean you'll give me a chance to prove myself?" After a moment you respond, "Perhaps. I'm still figuring out how I feel about this and...other things." $Frederick clears $fhis throat. “Well, I understand. And I'll respect whatever decision you make in the end,” $fhe says, voice strained. Then adds, “I should get back to work.” You nod. “I’ll see you around.” As you leave the library and walk to your mother’s office, you think about the Oracle’s words. Who to trust? Too many mistakes have sprung from placing it in the wrong people. [[Shaking your head, you push the thoughts away for now and enter the office.|ch1vivoffice]]

“I’m glad you’re taking good care of this place. We spent a lot of time here as children.” $fhe nods. “I’ve been cleaning all morning. I think I’ve dusted away a decade of dirt.” You grin. “That’s entirely possible - the last librarian spent her days napping behind the desk and yelling at children for being too loud.” $fhe starts to walk and you follow $fhim over to a couch in the corner. “What brings you to the library today?” You sigh, explaining, “I wanted some peace from all the chaos of the castle.” $Frederick nods $fhis head. “Fair,” then glancing at you, says, “well, I’m glad it brought you to me.” You glance away, conflict raging in your mind. $fhe clears $fhis throat and you turn your gaze back to $fhim. “I’m sorry about the bookshelf...and a lot of other things. It wasn’t right how I left, but I’m going to show you that you can trust me again. And I will explain everything, I promise.” You’re quiet for a moment before saying, “We'll see.” After a few moments of comfortable silence, $fhe tells you, “I should get back to work - the shelves won’t clean themselves.” * [[You say goodbye and head to your mother's office.|ch1vivoffice]]

<<if $fexlove is true>> Somehow you knew you’d end up here - unable to tear your eyes away from the soft lips of the $fman that you once gave every part of your heart to. You’re so close you can feel the warmth of $fhis body. You try to tear your gaze away from the temptation, but it’s a losing battle. “$mcname?” Your name falls off $fhis lips as a soft whisper. But it’s enough to break your trance and you look into $fhis eyes. Whatever you’re feeling, you’re not alone.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>You didn’t expect to end up here with the $fman you once trusted with everything. You’re so close you can feel the warmth of $fhis body. You try to tear your gaze away from the temptation, but it’s a losing battle. “$mcname?” Your name falls off $fhis lips as a soft whisper. But it’s enough to break your trance and you look into $fhis eyes. Whatever you’re feeling, you’re not alone.<</if>> You... * [[don’t care if things are unsaid between you. You need to feel those lips.|ch1librarygoforkiss][$fflirt +=2]] * <<if $fexlove is true>>[[cannot allow your stirring feelings to take control. You need to get out of here.|ch1libraryresistkiss]]<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> [[cannot allow these unfamiliar feelings to take control. You need to get out of here.|ch1libraryresistkiss]]<</if>>

Apologies and explanations mean nothing at this moment. You only care about the ache your body feels and how distant $fhe is. You close the distance, your breath caressing $fhis face and sending a shiver down $fhis spine. A sight you delight in as your lips curve into a smile. You close your eyes, leaning in, anticipation coursing through your veins. But the gods are cruel today. Someone lets out a startled scream, causing you both to jump away. Your eyes land on a small child who stares at you with wide eyes. “Adults are gross!” the child shouts before running off. You stare shocked for a moment before turning your gaze to $Frederick who has a rueful smile on $fhis face. “Figures we’d be interrupted by a brat,” $fhe mutters. You give $fhim an amused look. “I thought you liked children.” $fHe scoffs. “Reconsidering my stance as we speak.” You chuckle. “Well, I should get to the meeting with my mother. See you later?” $fHe smiles, “I’ll be counting the minutes.” * [[You walk away, knowing you’ll most likely be counting the minutes as well.|ch1vivoffice]]

It takes everything in you to ignore the heat of $fhis body and the sparks dancing on your skin as $fhe drinks you in. You step away, seeing disappointment fill $fhis gaze. You clear your throat. “I’m late for a meeting,” you say hastily. [[Then you quickly leave and head to your mother’s office, ignoring the race your heart is running.|ch1vivoffice]]

<<if $fexlove>>“Not quite a fair deal, $Frederick.” Still, you take $fhis outstretched hand. Felix laughs, “Nothing’s fair in love and war!” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes, “I’m fairly certain that’s not the right phrase.” $fHe leads you away to the middle of the ballroom where a few people dance. You contemplate the statement, “But it makes more sense, no?” You begin your dance, $fhis smooth hand on your upper back. “What makes you say that?” “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain.” $fHe contemplates for far too long and you wonder if you should say something else. Finally, $fHe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” "$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her. But never in the way I've loved you." $fhe pauses to glance at you and your heart speads up. You can't help but wonder if $fhe still cares for you. "Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there. But I don’t think I prepared myself for what was waiting.”<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>“Not quite a fair deal, $Frederick.” Still, you take $fhis outstretched hand. Felix laughs, “Nothing’s fair in love and war!” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes, “I’m fairly certain that’s not the right phrase.” $fHe leads you away to the middle of the ballroom where a few people dance. You contemplate the statement, “But it makes more sense, no?” You begin your dance, $fhis smooth hand on your upper back. “What makes you say that?” “Both love and war have a way of showing us the injustices of the world.” $fhe contemplates for far too long and you wonder if you should say something else. Finally, $fhe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” “$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain. I think maybe I’ve seen enough of both in this lifetime.” You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her, but it was platonic. She wasn’t the one for me. Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there.”<</if>> You... * [[...say, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."|prologuedancefdidntexpect]] * [[...say, "It'll be nice to have my friends back."|prologuedanceffriends]]

But you walk past $fhim and put your hand out for Felix. “Care to dance, Felix?” He stiffens and glances over your shoulder at $Frederick. But when he turns back to you, his warm hand gently takes yours. “I’d be honored,” he says with a wink. You don’t spare $Frederick a single glance, focusing on ignoring $fhim. Felix allows you to take lead, and he stays in sync, matching your movements fluidly. Your bodies move as one in comfortable silence for a moment. You tilt your head a bit to observe him. The last time you saw Felix, you were sixteen and he was nineteen. He was… * [[a friend you had a crush on.|prologuecondancewithfelix][$crushedonfelix to true]] * [[someone you only saw as your friend.|prologuecondancewithfelix]]

<<if $crushedonfelix and $fexlove>>About a year before Felix and $Frederick left, you had developed a crush on him. You knew it was stupid. You were in love with his $fsibling. But every time he came into a room, your heart would speed up and you found it hard to take your eyes off of him. You remember how difficult it was managing your love for $Frederick and your budding feelings for Felix. But now you’re older, you aren't with $Frederick anymore, and the cards are all in your hands.<</if>><<if $crushedonfelix is false and $fexlove>>You only ever saw Felix as a friend. Which is a good thing because you loved $Frederick at the time. But now he’s back, you’re both adults, and the cards are in your hands.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false and $crushedonfelix is true>> About a year before Felix and $Frederick left, you had developed a crush on him. You knew it was stupid. He was your best friend’s brother and older than you. But every time he came into a room, your heart would speed up and you found it hard to take your eyes off of him. Over time $Frederick began to notice and tease you about your crush, which you vehemently denied. But now you’re older, he’s back, and the cards are in your hands.<</if>><<if $crushedonfelix is false and $fexlove is false>> You only ever saw Felix as a friend. But now he’s back, you’re both adults, and the cards are in your hands.<</if>> A question lingers in his hazel eyes. “You only asked me to dance to make $Frederick jealous, right?” You... * [[admit that it’s true.|prologuedancewithfelixtomakejealous][$fflirt +=2]] * [[insist that you just wanted to dance with him.][$felixflirt +=2]] ❤️ * <<link "tell him that you asked because you don’t want to be around $Frederick right now." "prologuedancewithfelixnotaroundf">><</link>> <<set $felixflirt +=2>>

Your eyes trace his face and see a guarded curiosity. “Is it so hard to believe that I just wanted to dance with you, Felix?” <<if $fexlove is true>>“Why would you want to do that?” He glances away and you wonder what’s going through his mind. You tilt your head a bit. “And why //wouldn’t// I want to dance with you?” Looking back at you, he pulls you closer. “Because things can get complicated,” he whispers, hot breath fanning your face. “How so?” He smiles softly. “Just know, I’ll fight for what I want.” You study his face for a moment, your body flooding with heat at the proximity. Finally, you say, “$fHe left and found someone else.” Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// get married…but there’s more to it, and $fhis wife died.” The way you lost $fhim when $fhe left is not the same as losing someone to death, but you understand what it’s like to grieve for a love that once was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, “but it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” Felix uses his thumb to rub circles into your hand. He smiles at you. “Enough about $fhim for now.” "Alright,” you muse. “What do you want to talk about then?” As the dance comes to a stop, he reaches his hand out, as if to touch your cheek but stops himself. “How about we discuss how lovely you are?” You... * [[feel your face flush.|prologuedancewithfelixflush]] * [[ask how many times he’s used that line.|prologudedancefelixusedline]]<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>Felix offers you a grin. “Is that so?” He pulls you closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth roll off of him. You... * [[avoid his eyes and say, “Y-Yeah.”|prologudedancefelixshy]] * [[look him in the eyes with a smirk.|prologuedancefelixbold]]<</if>>

You suck in a ragged breath, feeling your face warm at his close proximity and honeyed words. “We should,” you gesture toward Anna, “return - we should go.” He chuckles. “As you wish, love.” You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick. When you quickly glance at Felix, he’s not looking at you but he has a soft smile on his face. [[It sends your heart into overdrive.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]

<<if $fexlove is true>>“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “I just…I can’t be around $fhim right now.” Felix’s gaze softens. “Well, I’ll be here whenever you need.” His hazel eyes offer a calmness you haven’t felt in a while. “Thank you, Felix.” You look past him and meet $pluralf gaze. Your heart clenches and you have to look away. “Hey,” Felix says. When you look at him, he offers a smile. “Everything will work out the way its supposed to.” “How can it? $fHe left me for someone else.” Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// get married…but there’s more to it, and $fhis wife died.” The way you lost $fhim when $fhe left is not the same as losing someone to death, but you understand what it’s like to grieve for a love that once was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, “but it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” “Hear $fhim out before you judge too harshly,” Felix replies. The music slows, as do both of you. You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “I just…I can’t be around $fhim right now.” Felix’s gaze softens. “Well, I’ll be here whenever you need.” His hazel eyes offer a calmness you haven’t felt in a while. “Thank you, Felix.” You look past him and meet $pluralf gaze. Your heart clenches and you have to look away. “Hey,” Felix says. When you look at him, he offers a smile. “Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.” “How can it? $fHe left me without saying goodbye. What kind of friend does that?.” Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// leave and $fhe did get married…but there’s more to it.” “Well, I hope $fhe has a good explanation,” you say, “because it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” “Hear $fhim out before you judge too harshly,” Felix replies. The music slows, as do both of you. You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick.<</if>> * [[Anna's voice travels.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]

You chuckle. “Tell me, how many times have you used that line, Felix?” He raises an eyebrow. “Are you accusing me of being a flirt, $mcname?” You shrug. “Are you?” He pulls his hand away from your face. “I won’t admit to such a thing.” He smirks. “But you //are// lovely.” You roll your eyes, a small smile on your face. ‘What am I meant to do with you?” You both start to walk back over to Anna and $Frederick. Felix grins at you. "Whatever you’d like." <<link "You reach Anna and $Frederick who are deep in conversation." "prolougeafterfelixdance">><</link>>

You look away, ashamed for roping Felix into this. “You’re right,” you whisper. His chuckle startles you and you look back at him. He grins at you. “Well, if I’m going to be used, this is the best way.” “I’m relieved you’re not mad.” “No,” he responds, “but I think you should talk to $fhim.” <<if $fexlove is true>>You sigh and glance over to where they’re standing. Anna’s sipping wine while $Frederick is staring at you and Felix with narrowed eyes. You quickly look away. “This was a stupid plan. $fHe left me for someone else.”<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> You sigh and glance over to where they’re standing. Anna’s sipping wine while $Frederick is staring at you and Felix with sorrowful eyes. You quickly look away. “$fHe left without saying goodbye. I thought I could trust $fhim. I thought we were friends.”<</if>> Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// get married…but there’s more to it, and $fhis wife died.” The way you lost $fhim when $fhe left is not the same as losing someone to death, but you understand what it’s like to grieve for a love that once was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, “but it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” “Hear $fhim out before you judge too harshly,” Felix replies. <<link "You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick." "prolougeafterfelixdance">><</link>>

“Well, I’m pleased that you’ve both returned. It’ll be nice to have my friends back.” $fHe chuckles. “But things will never be the same as before, will they?” You pause a moment, pondering. “No, I think not. We’re different people now. Time is fleeting and we only have this moment.” $fHe sighs. “I’d forgotten how philosophical you could be, $mcname.” You can’t help but laugh. “Well, I did hang out with this obnoxious poet back in the day…” $fHe rolls $fhis eyes. “I wasn’t that obnoxious, was I?” “Yes, but we all were, I think. Children don’t know any better than to be children.” “You seem to talk a lot in circles now.” You chuckle. “Yes, well, all politicians do. And what is the Crown, but a politician graced by the gods’ blessings?” $Frederick grins at you, “At least you know your faults.” You playfully shove $fhim and $fhe laughs. “What will you and Felix be doing now that you’ve returned?” you ask. “I’ve been offered a role in the library - so we’ll stay at the castle.” You nod. “Good - I’ll know where to come to pull you into my adventures.” $fHe shakes his head and groans. “Not unless you want me to get fired!” You roll your eyes. “I'm not sure if you’ve noticed, $Frederick, but I'm kind of a big deal around here.” “I don’t think someone as short as you can be a big deal.” Your mouth falls open at $fhis teasing. “We’re the same height!” $fHe chuckles. The music stops, as do we. As you begin walking back, $fhe turns to you. “Jokes aside, I wouldn’t mind your company when you can spare it.” You nod in acknowledgment as you stop next to Anna and Felix, [[who are engrossed in a conversation.|You reach Anna and Felix who are deep in conversation.]]

You scoff. “Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself.” $fHis eyes widen. “No, I didn’t..” $fHe shakes $fhis head. “I’m sorry. I only meant that I hope my presence here is not a black mark on your night.” You look out around the dance floor. “Your leaving was a black mark,” you tell $fhim calmly. “I know,” $fhe says, voice tight. “And I can’t change what’s done, but I will try to earn your forgiveness and your trust.” Turning your $mceyecolor eyes to meet $fhis green gaze, you ask, “What if I don’t forgive you? What will you do?” $fhe glances away and takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll respect your wishes. You don’t owe me forgiveness.” You nod, unsure what to say. $fHe clears $fhis throat. “Anyway, the castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around.” “So, I guess that means you’re sticking around this time?” $fHe winces at your words. “Yes, of course. I…” $Frederick glances around the ballroom, composing $fhis thoughts. [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]

You smile. “Of course not. It was nice to see two friendly faces. I’ve been away from court for so long…” $Frederick nods. “The castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around to bug you.” You can’t help but laugh at the news. $fHe raises $fhis eyebrows and you can feel $fhis hand loosen around yours, “What? Why are you laughing?” $Frederick looks nervous as you prepare to respond. “I was just thinking of all the time you spent in the library when we were younger. Librarian is a title that suits you.” Before $fhe can respond, you add, “You had more naps in there than anything, if I remember correctly.” $fHe ducks $fhis head trying to hide the mortified look. “You and Anna used to exhaust me with all the adventures,” $fhe defends. “Don’t act like you didn't get plenty of inspiration for your poetry from those adventures.” $fHe hums. “I’ve written a lot of poetry since then.” “Perhaps I’ll stop by the library sometime to hear them.” That smile sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. “I hope one day you’ll visit for more than my poetry,” he replies softly. You sigh and watch the faces around you as you sway with $Frederick. “We’ll see.” $fHe, “Right. Of course,” $fhe says quietly as $fhe watches you wistfully. [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]

Your $mceyecolor eyes dart around the room, everywhere but him. “Y-Yeah,” you mumble. He chuckles quietly and when you finally look at him, he has a fond look in his eyes. “We should,” you gesture toward Anna, “return - we should go.” He chuckles. “As you wish, love.” You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick. When you quickly glance at Felix, he’s not looking at you but he has a soft smile on his face. It sends your heart into overdrive. * [[Anna's voice travels.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]

Your lips curl into a smirk. “Yeah, it is so.” His green eyes glance down at your lips. You bite your lip and he glances back up to meet your eyes. “Returning home has been…interesting.” “Well, I am aim to please,” you reply with a wink. He laughs. “So, it seems.” You can’t help but feel disappointed as the music dies down and it’s time to head back to Anna and $Frederick. Felix hears you sigh and grins. “Missing me already?” * [[You roll your eyes but offer him a smile.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]

“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter.”<<if $fexlove is true>> Anna’s serious tone surprises you. $Frederick shrugs, “It doesn’t add up. Arandale must have killed the King.” Felix clears his throat causing Anna and $Frederick to jump. “Oh,” $Frederick says, narrowing $fhis eyes at Felix. “You’re back.” Felix smirks. “Unfortunately, but such a great time we had.” $Frederick glares at $fhis brother. “Good for you,” $fhe says through gritted teeth. Anna clears her throat, looking at the two warily. "Let’s talk about something else,” she suggests. “Sure,” Felix quips. “My sibling’s a $widower - also known as on the market.” He winks at you. $Frederick groans. Anna sighs, “You aren’t making this any less awkward.” Felix shrugs, “I don’t think it’s awkward - well, not until you said that. You do realize that makes it awkward, right?” She gives him a glare that could freeze water. “You’re infuriating.” “Will the two of you stop bickering like an old married couple?” $Frederick begs. You nod, “Agreed.” Anna and Felix both shout, “What?!” Felix adds, “Only one person here’s been married, $fsibling. Or have you already forgotten your vows? I didn’t realize $mcname would have such an effect on you!” $Frederick gives $fhis brother a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Your face feels warm from Felix's antics and you glance at him warily. “You’re crossing a line, Felix,” $Frederick growls, “Of course, I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.” Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, $fsibling. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.” Oh. Shit. [[Both you and Anna are too shocked to move.|ch1ffalt]]<</if>> <<if $fexlove is false>>Anna’s serious tone surprises you. $Frederick shrugs, “it doesn’t add up. Arandale must have killed the King.” Felix clears his throat causing Anna and $Frederick to jump. $Frederick offers you an apologetic smile. “Sorry you had to hear that.” You shake your head. “It’s alright $Frederick, I’m not going to have a mental breakdown in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered, I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna’s line of sight. "Let’s take a break,” she suggests. [[You nod gratefully, saying your goodbyes.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<</if>>

<<if $fexlove is false>>“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter, Felix.” Anna’s serious tone surprises you. Felix shrugs, “No one’s as bold as the Arandese. Surely we’ll find them responsible for the King’s death and you’ll see that I was right.” $Frederick clears $fhis throat causing Anna and Felix to jump. Felix’s eyes widen, realizing you’ve heard. He gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head. “It’s alright Felix, I’m not going to have a mental break down in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered and I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna’s line of sight. "Let’s take a break from the party” she suggests. [[You nod gratefully, saying your goodbyes.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<</if>><<if $fexlove is true>>“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter, Felix.” Anna’s serious tone surprises you. Felix shrugs, “No one’s as bold as the Arandese. Surely we’ll find them responsible for the King’s death and you’ll see that I was right.” $Frederick clears $fhis throat causing Anna and Felix to jump. Felix’s eyes widen, realizing you’ve heard. He gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head. “It’s alright Felix, I’m not going to have a mental breakdown in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered and I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna's eyes. You flex your fingers and give her a grateful smile. "Let’s talk about something else,” she suggests. “Sure,” Felix starts, “My sibling’s a $widower - also known as on the market.” He winks at you. $Frederick groans. Anna sighs, “You aren’t making this any less awkward.” Felix shrugs, “I don’t think it’s awkward - well, not until you said that. You do realize that makes it awkward, right?” She gives him a glare that could freeze water. “You’re infuriating.” “Will the two of you stop bickering like an old married couple?” $Frederick begs. You nod, “Agreed.” Anna and Felix both shout, “What?!” Felix adds, “Only one person here’s been married, $fsibling. Or have you already forgotten your vows? I didn’t realize $mcname would have such an effect on you!” $Frederick gives $fhis brother a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Your face feels warm from Felix's antics and you glance at him warily. “You’re crossing a line, Felix,” $Frederick growls, “Of course, I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.” Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, $fsibling. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.” Oh. Shit. Both you and Anna are too shocked to move. Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. $Frederick grabs $fhis brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite $fhis angry shake. $fHe appears to be having an internal dialogue. You… <<if $touchaverse is false>>* <<link "put a firm a hand on $Frederick's shoulder." "prologuefshould">><</link>><</if>> * [[push your way in between them.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is true>>* <<link "raise your voice to get $Frederick's attention." "prologuefshould">><</link>><</if>> <<if $touchaverse is true>>* [[step between them, forcing them to back away from each other.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>>

<<if $touchaverse is false>>You step forward and grip $pluralf shoulder. $fHe tenses under your touch, but glances back at you after a moment.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>"Hey!" you shout, frustration lingering in your voice. $Frederick glances over at you.<</if>> “You’re better than this, $Frederick.” $fHe doesn’t look away from you, but $fhe also doesn’t unhand $fhis brother. <<if $touchaverse is false>>You grip $fhis shoulder tighter.<</if>> “Is this the $fman your wife loved?” Shock overtakes $fhis features and $fhe lets go of Felix. $fhis eyes center on the floor. “I’m sorry, $mcname, and Felix. I think I’ve had too much to drink.” You glance at Felix and give him a look so he knows you’re not happy with his teasing. Felix clears his throat. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I also drank too much.” You let out a sigh of relief and step away from them. Anna snorts, “It wasn’t the drink - you’re both just idiots.” You throw her a look, “Anna…” Both siblings laugh. Felix smiles softly, “She’s right.” $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. [[You shake your head, amused at the thought.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

<<if $touchaverse is false>>You step in between them, putting a hand on both of their chests.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>You step in between the two of them, careful not to touch either. “That’s enough! This is an important day for me, and I won’t have the two of you fighting.”<</if>> “You can’t seriously be defending him! He’s treading on my honor - and the honor of my dead wife!” You look $Frederick in the eyes. “I’m not defending him or discounting your feelings, $Frederick. But you two can’t fight here. I won’t allow it. You’ve both had more than enough to drink and aren’t thinking rationally.” You stare each of them down until they grumble an apology. $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. [[You sigh, worried for the two of them.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]

But that’s for later. Right now, you’re sitting in your mother’s room with her and James, eating breakfast. Well, you haven’t actually started eating yet. The three of you have been sitting here in an uncomfortable silence - this is the first time you’ve been in James or Vivian’s presence since the night after your Harbinger ball. It’s not clear if you’ve been avoiding them or if they are avoiding you. Perhaps both. James clears his throat. You glance at your twin, at his own pair of $mceyecolor eyes. “We should, uhm, eat. Before it gets cold?” He grabs a plate and fills it to the brim before handing it to you. You take the plate, muttering a thank you as you look at your favorite breakfast… * [[Barley bread dipped in wine.|ch2breakfast][$breadfavbreakfast to true]] * [[Tiganites - pancakes made of wheat flour, olive oil, and curdled milk. Topped with honey.|ch2breakfast][$tigantesfavbreakfast to true]] * [[Fruit medley - a mixture of chopped apple and peach, along with grapes and strawberries..|ch2breakfast][$fruitmedleyfavbreakfast to true]]

!Lady Anna, Your Attendant and Best Friend ''Lady Anna is your best friend and attendant. Where you go, she goes.'' Anna came to the castle as an orphan of a minor Noble family. Anyone with eyes can see that she has some sort of affection for your brother <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Gaia, The Goddess of Life She is also the Goddess of Protection, Fertility, and Rebirth. Married to Letum and has two daughters, twins: Aurora and Eurybia. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Letum, The God of Death He is also the God of Judgment, War, Grief, and Pain. Married to Gaia and with two daughters: Aurora and Eurybia. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Aurora, The Goddess of Dawn She is also the Goddess of Light, the Sun, Poetry, and Literature. Her parents are Gaia and Letum, her twin is Eurybia. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Eurybia, The Goddess of Dusk She is also the Goddess of Darkness, the Sea, Dreams, the Moon and Stars. Her parents are Gaia and Letum, her twin is Aurora. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Eros, The God of Love He is also the God of Marriage, Friendship, and Betrayal. He famously fell in love with both Aurora and Eurybia leading to the first betrayal. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!The Birth of Betrayal //Thousands and thousands of years ago, Eros found himself pursued by both of the twin Goddesses, Aurora and Eurbyia. When one twin rose, the other slept, as with the sun and the moon. For hundreds of years, they both loved Eros without knowing that the other did as well.// //Once every thousand years, a Festival of Longing is held in Arcadia to celebrate romantic love between gods. The Festival of Longing is the only celebration that lasts from Dawn until Dusk. Most celebrations are only held during the Dawn. Eurybia, being the Goddess of Dusk, was excited that she could finally attend a festival during the night and began searching for her love Eros as soon as she arrived in Arcadia.// //According to the myth, she stumbled upon a field of Red Dahlias to find Aurora and Eros intertwined. In a moment of rage, she drew her two daggers and ran to stab Eros in the back while he was on top of Aurora. But Aurora saw the glint of the daggers in the moonlight and moved to protect Eros, her arms wrapped around him.// //Eurybia’s daggers came down with full force, slicing Aurora’s wings in half. Both sisters cried out, Aurora in pain and grief, Eurybia in regret, realizing what she had done.// <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!The Dagger of Truth //Eurybia gifted Aurora The Dagger of Truth after they discovered Eros’ deception.// //When the love triangle came to light, Aurora believed that Eurybia began a relationship with Eros while knowing Aurora was with him. No matter what Eurybia did or said, Aurora refused to believe her.// //Eurybia spent years watching the shadows of the night, watching scenes unfold. Learning from the humans, from their mistakes, from their secrets. Hoping she would come across a way to redeem herself to Aurora. She gathered each secret and turned it into a star. After a few years of gathering this knowledge, she concluded that humans who made a sacrifice were more likely to earn redemption.// //To prove that she was also betrayed, Eurybia remained awake one night. While Aurora ushered in the dawn, Eurybia used the stars as stepping stones to the Sun. As Eurybia approached the Sun, her face began to burn. Still, she persisted until she reached the Sun and used her daggers to dig up a piece of its essence.// //Next, Eurybia went to Gaia in Arcadia to ask the Goddess of Life for a vial of her tears, which were usually used for re-birth. Gaia, wanting to protect Aurora and see her daughters reconcile, readily provided Eurybia with a vial of tears.// //Eurybia then left Arcadia and journeyed to her father, Letum, in Avernus. She requested the tip from the Spear of Judgment, his instrument of death that latches onto souls and renders judgment. Letum refused to grant Eurbyia’s request unless she agreed to give away some of her power to Letum. He explained that he needed more power to keep up with the rate of both dying humans and gods.// //Eurbyia hesitated at this request but felt her love for Aurora was too great and heeded her father’s request. She gave up half her power to Letum and in return, the Lunar Cycle was created. Only during a full moon, when the Moon is at its brightest, does she have full power. And only during a full moon is she able to travel outside her domain, the Moon.// <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

!Other Gods When the Kingdom of Castelon was founded, the first Castelonian Oracle declared these to be the 5 deities of most importance, as the legend says that they were the ones who spoke to $ancestor when $heshe fled Arandale. The first Oracle and $ancestor communed with these five deities, who vowed to oversee The Harbinger and decide whether the Heir was worthy to ascend the throne. When $ancestor left Arandale, these five deities turned away from Arandale as well, as they were disgusted by the atrocities of the Arandale Monarchy. Through the first Oracle, they named $ancestor the Champion of a New Age. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

“This night is full of surprises - I certainly didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.” $fHis voice is teasing but $fhis green eyes are serious. * [[You scoff. "Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself."|proloduedancefscoff]] * [["Of course not."|prologuefdanceflirt][$fflirt +=2]] ❤️

<<if $breadfavbreakfast>>A simple but filling meal that brings comfort to both the poor and privileged across the kingdom. You tear off a piece of the bread and dip it into the bowl of wine before bringing it to your lips.<</if>><<if $tigantesfavbreakfast>> Your father thought pancakes were best at midnight. You didn’t eat these at the compound. In fact, you haven’t eaten these since you were sixteen. You stare at the dish for a moment before finally taking a bite. It’s better than you remembered. But not as good as the ones your father made.<</if>><<if $fruitmedleyfavbreakfast>> Vibrant chunks of fruit layer your plate, a sign of the summer season unfolding in Castelon.<</if>> The three of you eat in silence for a few minutes until your mother speaks. She glances between the two of you before her gaze settles on you. “Why don't you tell your brother about your time at the compound?” While you were away, your mother wrote frequently and visited. But five years of separation has built a wall between you and James. You rack your brain for a good place to start. James sighs. “Why don’t you just tell me about your favorite lesson and what you learned from it?” He gives you an encouraging smile. You nod and recall your favorite lesson, which was… <ul> <<if $intimidating is false>>* [[focused on intimidation. (Gain: Intimidating Attribute)][$intimidating to true]]<</if>> <<if $deceptive is false>>* [[focused on deception. (Gain: Deceptive Attribute)][$deceptive to true]]<</if>> <<if $persuasive is false>>* [[focused on persuasion. (Gain: Persuasive Attribute)][$persuasive to true]]<</if>> <<if $protective is false>>* [[focused on protection. (Gain: Protective Attribute)][$protective to true]]<</if>> <<if $optimistic is false>>* [[focused on optimism. (Gain: Optimistic Attribute)][$optimistic to true]]<</if>></ul>

The compound’s Master of Arms is an expert in intimidation, protection, and weaponry. When you first arrived at the compound, you avoided them like the plague. But that only lasted for a day before they chased you down. Looking back, it’s easy to admit that their intimidation tactics worked on you - and that made you eager to learn. For months, you were given a weekly task. One such task was learning to get comfortable with making others uncomfortable. They told you that intimidating others requires you to take up space. Physical, mental, and emotional space. Particularly if others don’t want you to. Other tasks included a strict exercise regime to build muscle and improve your posture. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Arms’ office, you sat across from them, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of their face. “You have excelled at intimidation,” they told you. Pride swelled inside of you and it showed on your face. Until their next words. "But your work is not complete." * [[Continue|ch2intimidationcont]]

The compound’s Master of Whispers is an expert in deception, suspicion, and persuasion. How could xe not be when xe was a member of your mother’s inner circle? And although xe had many talents, you took most to the lessons on Deception. For months, you were given a weekly task. One such task was using the limited resources of the compound to create costumes you could use to carry out the rest of your task. Xe wanted you to prove your ability to conceal yourself. Other tasks included improv to practice quick thinking and the art of lying, as well as observing and following others while relying on the shadows. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Whispers office, you sat across from xem, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of xyr face. “You have excelled at deception,” xe told you. Pride swelled inside of you and it showed on your face. Until xyr next words. "But your work is not complete." * [[Continue|ch2deceptioncont1]]

The compound’s Master of Whispers is an expert in deception, suspicion, and persuasion. How could xe not be when xe was a member of your mother’s inner circle? And although xe had many talents, you took most to the lessons on Persuasion. For months, you were given a weekly task. Rhetoric tasks included instruction on argumentation styles and analyzing poetry. Xe insisted that you must know the intricacies of both weak and strong arguments. Other tasks included improv to practice quick thinking and the art of lying. “And what of the truth?” you inquired one evening. Xe gave you a pointed look. “Manipulating the truth is sometimes more beneficial. Not every situation calls for honesty, Your Highness.” You held xyr gaze for a moment before turning back to your book. You were not in the mood to argue, whether you agreed with xyr sentiment or not. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Whispers’ office, you sat across from xem, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of xyr face. “You have excelled at persuasion,” xe told you. Pride swelled inside of you and it showed on your face. Until xyr next words. "But your work is not complete." * [[Continue|ch2persuasioncont]]

The compound’s Master of Arms is an expert in intimidation, protection, and weaponry. When you first arrived at the compound, you avoided them like the plague. But that only lasted for a day before they chased you down. They insisted that you refine your training to better protect yourself and those you care for. For months, you were given a weekly task. Many of your early tasks involved becoming familiar with weapons and defense techniques that you had not learned back at the castle. Honing your ability to act as a shield for yourself and others. Other tasks included a strict exercise regime to build muscle and improve your posture, both important for being a strong shield. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Arms’ office, you sat across from them, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of their face. “You have excelled at protection,” they told you. Pride swelled inside of you and it showed on your face. Until their next words. "But your work is not complete." * [[Continue|ch2protectioncont]]

The compound’s Master of Knowledge is an expert in learning. And ze is very optimistic. You know this because when you first arrived at the compound, ze greeted you with these words: “While it's unfortunate about the current events, this is an excellent opportunity to expand your knowledge and abilities.” You were tired and agitated from the trip when ze spoke these words. But despite your blank stare, ze never stopped smiling, never allowing the light in zir eyes to fade. The first few weeks were rough. You didn’t want to be there and moped around. But that would not last long, for the Master of Knowledge cornered you one evening, that sickly sweet smile on zir face. “There you are, dear Heir!” A sigh escaped your lips. “Pray tell, //why// are you so upbeat? //How//? For the love of the gods, we’re in the middle of a war!” Ze laughed and held out both hands, each shaped into a circle. “All around you are spheres of influence. The world and people unfold outside of your boundary. But you have no control over these spheres.” You raise an eyebrow, intrigued as to where this is going. Ze brings zir hands together, creating interlocked spheres. “Some of these events overlap and affect you. But even then, you may not have any control. You //will// have control of how you decide to react to these events.” “So, you’re optimistic because you can’t control everything but you can choose to see the world through a positive lens?” Ze shrug. “Something like that.” “So you just trust everyone and are happy all the time?” Ze rolls their eyes. “Of course not, dear. But it cannot always be dark. We must have hope for a brighter future - for a better world. I was once like you, wary of the changing world. I saw everything dark in this world. But your father showed me that even in times of darkness there is light. He showed me that even people who you have already formed an opinion of can be good.” For months, you were given a weekly task. One such task was observing the others at the compound and taking note of every good thing that happened. No matter how big or small. Ze wanted you to prove your ability to find positivity even in the darkest of times. Because as a royal, one of your responsibilities is to bring light to your people. Other tasks intertwined with traits such as persuasion and deception, this included lots of reading and improv practice. You were becoming well-versed in how to use your words to steer the conversation to positive waters. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Knowledge’s office, you sat across from zir, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of zir face. “You have excelled at optimism,” ze told you. Pride swelled inside of you and it showed on your face. Until zir next words. "But your work is not complete." * [[Continue|ch2optimismcont]]

“Physical defense is only part of protection. You must also be prepared for mental and emotional defense, lest someone slip by and manipulates you into being a puppet.” Several months of additional tasks. You studied books on the mind and how a person’s experiences shape their mental defenses. Then the others at the compound became your subjects of study. You were tasked with studying how they reacted when backed into a corner, when anxious, or when fearful. Finally, the Master of Arms gave you a rare smile and a small golden token with the words “Guild of Arms” engraved into it. You held it between your thumb and index finger, curiously examining it in the dim light of the candle. Your $mceyecolor gaze met theirs across the desk. “This means I’ve passed all of your tests?” They chuckled, darkness settling into their eyes as they turned their gaze to the raging fire across the room. “Yes,” they stated. “Do keep in mind that even with your knowledge, someone will break through your defenses. And you will one day learn where your greatest weakness lies.” Their gaze returns to yours. “But it will be too late by that time.” A shiver ran down your spine at their sure words. What was the point of all this training if you won’t be able to protect yourself or those you care for? Your eyes move back to the token, still glittering in the light. “And what’s this for?” Your eyes search theirs. "You may one day find an ally in the Guild of Arms. Keep that safe - it’s proof of your worthiness." * [[Continue|ch2breakfastintimidateprotectcont][$guildofarms to true]]

“Not everyone will be intimidated by your physical presence. You must hone your ability to intimidate them. To haunt a person hours after you are gone. To strike fear into their hearts even from their dreams.” Several months of additional weekly tasks. The others at the compound became your subjects of study. You were tasked with learning their poker faces, reading their body language, appearing near them from seemingly nowhere, and baiting them with lies that would strike fear through their bodies. Finally, the Master of Arms gave you a rare smile and a small golden token with the words “Guild of Arms” engraved into it. You held it between your thumb and index finger, curiously examining it in the dim light of the candle. Your $mceyecolor gaze met theirs across the desk. “This means I’ve passed all of your tests?” They chuckled, darkness settling into their eyes as they turned their gaze to the raging fire across the room. “Yes,” they stated. “Do keep in mind that even with your knowledge, you will not be able to intimidate your way every time. And you will one day learn where your greatest weakness lies.” Their gaze returns to yours. “But it will be too late by that time.” A shiver ran down your spine at their sure words. What was the point of all this training if you were destined to fail anyway? Your eyes move back to the token, still glittering in the light. “And what’s this for?” Your eyes search theirs. "You may one day find an ally in the Guild of Arms. Keep that safe - it’s proof of your worthiness." * [[Continue|ch2breakfastintimidateprotectcont][$guildofarms to true]]

“Being able to persuade others is not the same as knowing how to protect yourself from the persuasion of others.” Several months of additional weekly tasks. The others at the compound became your subjects of study. You were tasked with observing others as they delivered speeches or even just held conversations, learning from their tone of voice and gestures. You were required to write reports dissecting the speech of those around you and highlighting the use of both emotion and logic in arguments. Finally, the Master of Whispers gave you a rare smile and a small golden token with the words “Guild of Whispers” engraved into it. You held it between your thumb and index finger, curiously examining it in the dim light of the candle. Your $mceyecolor gaze met xyr gaze across the desk. “This means I’ve passed all of your tests?” Xe chuckled, darkness settling into xyr eyes as xe turned xyr gaze to the raging fire across the room. “Yes,” xe stated. “Do keep in mind that even with your knowledge, you will not always be able to persuade others. And perhaps you will find that you have been manipulated by honeyed words. You will one day learn where your greatest weakness lies.” Xyr gaze returns to yours. “But it will be too late by that time.” A shiver ran down your spine at xyr sure words. What was the point of all this training if something would slip past your defenses anyway? Your eyes move back to the token, still glittering in the light. “And what’s this for?” Your eyes search xyrs. "You may one day find an ally in the Guild of Whispers. Keep that safe - it’s proof of your worthiness." * [[Continue|ch2breakastpersuasiondeceptioncont][$guildofwhisperscoin to true]]

“Being able to deceive others is not the same as detecting when others are deceiving you.” Several months of additional weekly tasks. The others at the compound became your subjects of study. You were tasked with learning their poker faces, reading their body language, and baiting them with lies to study their reactions and their willingness to lie. Finally, the Master of Whispers gave you a rare smile and a small golden token with the words “Guild of Whispers” engraved into it. You held it between your thumb and index finger, curiously examining it in the dim light of the candle. Your $mceyecolor gaze met xyr gaze across the desk. “This means I’ve passed all of your tests?” Xe chuckled, darkness settling into xyr eyes as xe turned xyr gaze to the raging fire across the room. “Yes,” xe stated. “Do keep in mind that even with your knowledge, you will be deceived. You will one day learn where your greatest weakness lies.” Xyr gaze returns to yours. “But it will be too late by that time.” A shiver ran down your spine at xyr sure words. What was the point of all this training if something would slip past your defenses anyway? Your eyes move back to the token, still glittering in the light. “And what’s this for?” Your eyes search xyr eyes. "You may one day find an ally in the Guild of Whispers. Keep that safe - it’s proof of your worthiness." * [[Continue|ch2breakastpersuasiondeceptioncont][$guildofwhisperscoin to true]]

“Being able to see light in the darkest of times is not the same as understanding what it is to live in darkness.” Several months of additional weekly tasks. You shed your fine clothes and comfort, moving into the servant’s ward of the compound with only a handful of possessions. You observed those who were in service of others. You lived like them, worked like them, and although you would never truly experience the life they had always lived, you began to better understand them. Finally, the Master of Knowledge gave you a rare smile and a small golden token with the words “Guild of Knowledge” engraved into it. You held it between your thumb and index finger, curiously examining it in the dim light of the candle. Your $mceyecolor gaze met zirs across the desk. “This means I’ve passed all of your tests?” Ze chuckled, darkness settling into zir eyes as ze turned zir gaze to the raging fire across the room. “Yes,” ze stated. “Do keep in mind that even with your knowledge, you will be plunged into darkness. You will one day learn where your greatest weakness lies.” Zir’s gaze returns to yours. “But it will be too late by that time.” A shiver ran down your spine at zir sure words. What was the point of all this training if something would slip past your defenses anyway? Your eyes move back to the token, still glittering in the light. “And what’s this for?” Your eyes search for zir eyes. "You may one day find an ally in the Guild of Knowledge. Keep that safe - it’s proof of your worthiness." * [[Continue|ch2optimismbreakfastcont][$guildofknowledge]]

James raises an eyebrow. “Well, maybe I don’t need Constantine after all.” The Queen chuckles and gives him an amused look. “Maybe you need to learn better defense.” He gives her a mock hurt look. “You wound me, mother.” Her lips twitch. “Precisely my point.” * <<if $faithful is false>> [[That wasn't the only area you focused on at the compound.|ch2compound2ndchoice]]<</if>><<if $faithful is true>> [[Breakfast continues.|ch2breakfastcont]]<</if>>

James raises an eyebrow. “Well, it sounds like you’ve earned a place in mother’s shadow circle.” The Queen dips her head in acknowledgment. “Yes, the Master of Whispers was very impressed by you, according to xyr letters.” * <<if $faithful is false>> [[That wasn't the only area you focused on at the compound.|ch2compound2ndchoice]]<</if>><<if $faithful is true>> [[Breakfast continues.|ch2breakfastcont]]<</if>>

“Well,” James begins, “it’s good that one of us can be positive during this difficult time.” “Indeed,” Vivian adds. “That was always your father’s job.” She gives you a soft smile. You all fall into a blanket of silence, only the sounds of the sea in the distance filling the void. * <<if $faithful is false>> [[That wasn't the only area you focused on at the compound.|ch2compound2ndchoice]]<</if>><<if $faithful is true>> [[Breakfast continues.|ch2breakfastcont]]<</if>>

You also learned… <<if $intimidating is false>>* [[about intimidation. (Gain: Intimidating Attribute)][$intimidating to true]]<</if>> <<if $deceptive is false>>* [[about deception. (Gain: Deceptive Attribute)][$deceptive to true]]<</if>> <<if $persuasive is false>>* [[about persuasion. (Gain: Persuasive Attribute)][$persuasive to true]]<</if>> <<if $protective is false>>* [[about protection. (Gain: Protective Attribute)][$protective to true]]<</if>> <<if $optimistic is false>>* [[about optimism. (Gain: Optimistic Attribute)][$optimistic to true]]<</if>>

Having finished your meal and the discussion about the compound, you’re faced with an uncomfortable silence. Your brother is still eating. Quite slowly, //too// slowly. And your mother is staring straight ahead, out her window, gaze set on the distant sea of the capital. Lost in thought, perhaps. Or completely in control. It is not as easy to read her as it is with James. You still have some time before $petname arrives. And you haven’t yet discovered why your brother abdicated. This seems like a good time as any to try and find out. You turn your gaze back to your brother, he tenses under your gaze but doesn’t meet your eyes as he takes a bite of his food. “James,” you say firmly. He sighs and looks up, nervousness behind his eyes. “Yes, $mcname?” You give him a half-smile, hoping to ease his anxiety. “I need to know…why did you abdicate?” Vivian’s eyes snap away from the window and settle on your brother. Her face is impassive but her eyes hold curiosity. Does she really not know? He sets his fork down and glances over at your mother briefly. “It’s…complicated,” he says. Your mother frowns and James’ fingers grip the edge of the table. He clears his throat. “The only thing I can say right now is that we have been deceived,” he adds, pausing. Vivian sucks in a breath, her eyes moving away from James, back to the window. He continues, “At least…at least, that’s how it looks. But I don’t have all the answers and I’m not ready to make an accusation.” “Alright, fine…but why abdicate?” He looks into your eyes and you can see unshed tears. “Because I believe I may have unknowingly played a role in our father’s death. I //must// find his killer, $mcname.” Your mother pushes her chair back and silently walks over to your brother, where she leans down and wraps him in a hug. “Never blame yourself for the actions of others, my dear, //never//,” she whispers. You… * [[reach across the table and squeeze his hand.][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[don’t know what to say so you just sit there, pondering your brother’s words.]] * [[narrow your eyes at James, wondering if you should be blaming him for your father’s death.][$jsmestrust -=2]]

The compound’s Master of Arms is an expert in intimidation, protection, and weaponry. When you first arrived at the compound, you avoided them like the plague. But that only lasted for a day before they chased you down. Looking back, it’s easy to admit that their intimidation tactics worked on you - and that made you eager to learn. For months, you were given a weekly task. One such task was learning to get comfortable with making others uncomfortable. They told you that intimidating others requires you to take up space. Physical, mental, and emotional space. Particularly if others don’t want you to. Other tasks included a strict exercise regime to build muscle and improve your posture. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Arms’ office, you sat across from them, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of their face. “I am pleased by your progress in Intimidation,” they told you. A smile found it's way to your face. Until their next words. "However, you still have much to learn." * [[Continue|ch2intimidating2]]

The compound’s Master of Whispers is an expert in deception, suspicion, and persuasion. How could xe not be when xe was a member of your mother’s inner circle? And although xe had many talents, you were focused on Deception at this time. For months, you were given a weekly task. One such task was using the limited resources of the compound to create costumes you could use to carry out the rest of your task. Xe wanted you to prove your ability to conceal yourself. Other tasks included improv to practice quick thinking and the art of lying, as well as observing and following others while relying on the shadows. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Whispers office, you sat across from xem, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of xyr face. “I’m pleased by your progress in Deception,” xe told you. A smile found it's way to your face. Until xyr next words. "However, you still have much to learn." * [[Continue|ch2deception2]]

The compound’s Master of Whispers is an expert in deception, suspicion, and persuasion. How could xe not be when xe was a member of your mother’s inner circle? And although xe had many talents, you were focused on Persuasion at this time. For months, you were given a weekly task. Rhetoric tasks included instruction on argumentation styles and analyzing poetry. Xe insisted that you must know the intricacies of both weak and strong arguments. Other tasks included improv to practice quick thinking and the art of lying. “And what of the truth?” you inquired one evening. Xe gave you a pointed look. “Manipulating the truth is sometimes more beneficial. Not every situation calls for honesty, Your Highness.” You held xyr gaze for a moment before turning back to your book. You were not in the mood to argue, whether you agreed with xyr sentiment or not. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Whispers’ office, you sat across from xem, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of xyr face. “I’m pleased by your progress in Persuasion,” xe told you. A smile found it's way to your face. Until xyr next words. "However, you still have much to learn." * [[Continue|ch2persuasion2]]

The compound’s Master of Arms is an expert in intimidation, protection, and weaponry. When you first arrived at the compound, you avoided them like the plague. But they eventually chased you down. They insisted that you refine your training to better protect yourself and those you care for. For months, you were given a weekly task. Many of your early tasks involved becoming familiar with weapons and defense techniques that you had not learned back at the castle. Honing your ability to act as a shield for yourself and others. Other tasks included a strict exercise regime to build muscle and improve your posture, both important for being a strong shield. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Arms’ office, you sat across from them, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of their face. “I’m pleased by your progress in Protection,” they told you. A smile found it's way to your face. Until their next words. "However, you still have much to learn." * [[Continue|ch2protection2]]

The compound’s Master of Knowledge is an expert in learning. And ze is very optimistic. You know this because when you first arrived at the compound, ze greeted you with these words: “While it's unfortunate about the current events, this is an excellent opportunity to expand your knowledge and abilities.” You were tired and agitated from the trip when ze spoke these words. But despite your blank stare, ze never stopped smiling, never allowing the light in zir eyes to fade. The first few weeks were rough. You didn’t want to be there and moped around. But that would not last long, for the Master of Knowledge cornered you one evening, that sickly sweet smile on zir face. “There you are, dear Heir!” A sigh escaped your lips. “Pray tell, //why// are you so upbeat? //How//? For the love of the gods, we’re in the middle of a war!” Ze laughed and held out both hands, each shaped into a circle. “All around you are spheres of influence. The world and people unfold outside of your boundary. But you have no control over these spheres.” You raise an eyebrow, intrigued as to where this is going. Ze brings zir hands together, creating interlocked spheres. “Some of these events overlap and affect you. But even then, you may not have any control. You //will// have control of how you decide to react to these events.” “So, you’re optimistic because you can’t control everything but you can choose to see the world through a positive lens?” Ze shrug. “Something like that.” “So you just trust everyone and are happy all the time?” Ze rolls their eyes. “Of course not, dear. But it cannot always be dark. We must have hope for a brighter future - for a better world. I was once like you, wary of the changing world. I saw everything dark in this world. But your father showed me that even in times of darkness there is light. He showed me that even people who you have already formed an opinion of can be good.” For months, you were given a weekly task. One such task was observing the others at the compound and taking note of every good thing that happened. No matter how big or small. Ze wanted you to prove your ability to find positivity even in the darkest of times. Because as a royal, one of your responsibilities is to bring light to your people. Other tasks intertwined with traits such as persuasion and deception, this included lots of reading and improv practice. You were becoming well-versed in how to use your words to steer the conversation to positive waters. Each task was progressively more difficult, but you excelled. One night in the Master of Knowledge’s office, you sat across from zir, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of zir face. “I am pleased by your progress with Optimism,” ze told you. A smile found it's way to your face. Until zir next words. "However, you still have much to learn." * [[Continue|ch2optimism2]]

You lean forward and place your hand on your brother’s, giving him a gentle squeeze. Things between the two of you are indeed strained and unfamiliar, but he’s still your family. Your twin. And while you both must walk your own journey, it need not be alone. James meets your eyes, relief in his. He squeezes your hand back. After a moment, your mother pulls away and looks between the both of you. “There are those who wish to destroy us. Who wish to destroy Castelon. And we must be the ones to stop them,” she declares. “Together,” James adds. You nod slowly. “Together,” you reply. * [[You only linger a bit longer before leaving because your pet should be arriving soon.|ch2funeraltalk][$jamestrust +=4]]

Your brows furrow as your mind draws a blank. He believes he played some sort of role in your father’s death. Perhaps your mother is right that one should not blame themself for the actions of others. Or, perhaps your brother is right that one must acknowledge their role in the scheme of things, even if is unintentional. After a moment, your mother pulls away and looks between the both of you. “There are those who wish to destroy us. Who wish to destroy Castelon. And we must be the ones to stop them,” she declares. You frown at her words. Spoken so surely and yet, you feel unsure of many things. * [[You only linger a bit longer before leaving because your pet should be arriving soon.|ch2funeraltalk]]

You narrow your eyes as you watch your mother hug your twin. It makes sense now. Why he’s been avoiding you. Still, his words are vague. What role could he have played if not plunging the sword through your father’s body? It doesn’t seem like you’ll get any more answers out of him today. But this isn’t over. You won’t rest until you know the truth. Perhaps it’s not as bad as it seems. Perhaps it’s worse. * [[You only linger a bit longer before leaving because your pet should be arriving soon.|ch2funeraltalk][$jamestrust -=4]]

If only your father was here now, to see the arrival of your dear $pettype, $petname to court. It was he, after all, who bestowed this lovely creature into your care. Your $mceyecolor eyes sweep across the mountainous landscape in the distance, anxious to see $petname. A sigh escapes your lips as you survey the gray clouds, so close to unleashing a baptism upon you. Somehow, the sun still shines through the clouds. //Light can always be found if you continue through the darkness.// Something your father told you once. You’d insisted that everyone wait inside until $petname arrived. Heavy wheels against stone draw your attention to an approaching carriage. * <<if $lion>> [[Of course, this is no ordinary carriage - as that wouldn’t be fit for a lion. You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt.|lionintroductionch2]]<</if>> <<if $wolf>> [[Of course, this is no ordinary carriage - as that wouldn’t be fit for a wolf. You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt.|wolfintroductionch2]]<</if>> <<if $ferret>> [[You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt.|ferretintroductionch2]]<</if>> <<if $raven>> [[You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt.|ravenintroductionch2]]<</if>> <<if $goose>> [[You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt.|gooseintroductionch2]]<</if>> <<if $nightingale>> [[You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt.|nightingaleintroductionch2]]<</if>>

Mustering your serious voice, you deadpan, “I was planning to drink both, actually. Anna, can you get our friend a glass?” Anna throws you a horrified look. You do your best to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter. She sighs, “Of course, $royaltitle $mcname. I’ll be back in a moment.” You watch her walk away, then turn back to each other. Margaret’s eyes twinkle with amusement, “I must admit, Your Highness, I didn’t expect humor. On first impressions, you’re a serious-looking person.” You look around conspiratorially, “Best not tell the Queen I’m anything less than a perfectly boring $royaltitle.” “Oh, your secret’s safe with me,” she winks. You find yourself staring, effected by her gorgeous brown eyes. Eyes that are both sharp and enticing. Anna re-joins us with a guard in tow. He gives a respectful bow of the head. Anna says, “The Queen is requesting your audience, Lady Margaret.” Margaret takes the wine and offers you a smile, “Until later, $royaltitle $mcname.” You nod, “Until then, Lady Margaret.” You watch her disappear into the shadows with your mother’s guard in tow. * [[Talk to someone else.]]

A figure hops out of the front of the large vessel. “Your Highness! I am Aurelius, appointed caretaker of your royal lion.” They offer you a flourished bow. You nod. “A pleasure, Aurelius. Welcome to Castelon Castle. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” They shake their head. “No, Your Highness. Thank you, it was pleasant.” A lie. The journey from the compound could only be referred to as something along the lines of ‘a ship sailing into a jagged cliff.’ You walk around the back of the large transport, where two footmen are starting to open the doors. A curled-up ball of sunshine sleeps soundly. You step forward. “$petname?” $petname opens an eye. Then the other pops open and he jumps up, shaking the carriage. He bounds forward and jumps down. The footmen hurry to move away, shaking from fear. Aurelius lets out a sigh and rolls their eyes, muttering, “I told them not to show fear.” $petname stops in front of you, tongue falling out. You… * [[crouch down and give him a face rub.|ch2lionfacerub]] * [[place a crown you had specially made on his head.|ch2lioncrown][$petcrown to true]] * [[pull a piece of raw meat out of your pocket as a treat.|ch2lionmeat]]

You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt. A figure hops out of the front of the large vessel. “Your Highness! I am Aurelius, appointed caretaker of your royal wolf.” They offer you a flourished bow. You nod. “A pleasure, Aurelius. Welcome to Castelon Castle. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” They shake their head. “No, Your Highness. Thank you, it was pleasant.” A lie. The journey from the compound could only be referred to as something along the lines of ‘a ship sailing into a jagged cliff.’ You walk around the back of the large transport, where two footmen are starting to open the doors. <<nobr>>A curled-up ball of <<cycle "$furcolor" autoselect>> <<option "stormy gray">> <<option "sky blue">> <<option "fiery red">> <<option "snow white">> <<option "muddy brown">> <<option "ebony black">> <</cycle>> fur sleeps soundly.<</nobr>> You step forward. “$petname?” $petname opens an eye. Then the other pops open and he jumps up, shaking the carriage. He bounds forward and jumps down. The footmen hurry to move away, shaking from fear. Aurelius lets out a sigh and rolls their eyes, muttering, “I told them not to show fear.” $petname stops in front of you, tongue falling out. You… * [[crouch down and give him a face rub.|ch2woldintrofacerub]] * [[place a crown you had specially made on his head.|ch2wolfcrown][$petcrown to true]] * [[pull a piece of raw meat out of your pocket as a treat.|ch2wolfmeattreat]]

You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt. A figure hops out of the carriage. “Your Highness! I am Aurelius, appointed caretaker of your royal ferret.” They offer you a flourished bow. You nod. “A pleasure, Aurelius. Welcome to Castelon Castle. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” They shake their head. “No, Your Highness. Thank you, it was pleasant.” A lie. The journey from the compound could only be referred to as something along the lines of ‘a ship sailing into a jagged cliff.’ You walk up to the carriage door and peek inside, where you see your ferret, $petname curled up on a royal blue pillow. You grin and gently tap the carriage wall. $petname opens one eye, then the other, and jumps up, letting out a high-pitched chortle. You laugh as he runs to you and crawls up your chest to your shoulder where he places ferret kisses on your cheek. You smile. “It's good to see you, too, $petname.” You… * [[place a specially crafted crown on his head.|ch2ferretcrown][$petcrown to true]] * [[fish some meat out of your pocket as a treat.|ch2ferretintrotreat]] * [[rub the top of his head to let him know you really are excited to see him, too.|ch2ferretintrorubhead]]

You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt. A figure hops out of the front of the carriage. “Your Highness! I am Aurelius, appointed caretaker of your royal raven.” They offer you a flourished bow. You nod. “A pleasure, Aurelius. Welcome to Castelon Castle. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” They shake their head. “No, Your Highness. Thank you, it was pleasant.” A lie. The journey from the compound could only be referred to as something along the lines of ‘a ship sailing into a jagged cliff.’ You walk up to the carriage door and peek inside, where you see the birdcage housing your raven. You grin and gently grab the cage, removing it from the carriage’s interior. “Hey there, $petname.” You open the latch and allow $petname freedom he is surely yearning for. Your raven… * [[waits patiently while a guard brings you a specially made crown.|ch2ravencrown][$petcrown to true]] * [[is drawn to the shiny armor of the guards.|ch2ravenshinygaurds]] * [[perches himself on your outstretched arm.|ch2ravenintroperchesarm]]

You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt. A figure hops out of the front of the carriage. “Your Highness! I am Aurelius, appointed caretaker of your royal goose.” They offer you a flourished bow. You nod. “A pleasure, Aurelius. Welcome to Castelon Castle. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” They shake their head. “No, Your Highness. Thank you, it was pleasant.” A lie. The journey from the compound could only be referred to as something along the lines of ‘a ship sailing into a jagged cliff.’ You walk up to the carriage door and peek inside, but your head recoils slightly when your beloved goose $petname honks and sticks his head out. You grin. “Hey there, $petname.” He hops out of the carriage and turns to you, extending his neck and honking again. You return a bow of your own as a greeting. $petname stops in front of you and… * [[opens his wings for a hug.|ch2goosehugintro]] * [[gives you a look that you know means he wants a snack.|ch2goosesnack]] * [[you place a crown you had specially made on his head.|ch2goosecrown][$petcrown to true]]

You descend the castle steps as it comes to a halt. A figure hops out of the front of the carriage. “Your Highness! I am Aurelius, appointed caretaker of your royal nightingale.” They offer you a flourished bow. You nod. “A pleasure, Aurelius. Welcome to Castelon Castle. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” They shake their head. “No, Your Highness. Thank you, it was pleasant.” A lie. The journey from the compound could only be referred to as something along the lines of ‘a ship sailing into a jagged cliff.’ You walk up to the carriage door and peek inside, where you see the birdcage housing your nightingale. You grin and gently grab the cage, removing it from the carriage’s interior. “Hey there, $petname.” You open the latch and allow $petname freedom he is surely yearning for. Your nightingale… * [[waits patiently while a guard brings you a specially made crown.|ch2meetnightingale][$petcrown to true]] * [[perches himself on your outstretched arm.|ch12nightingalepercharm]] * [[dances and sings in excitement.|ch2nightingaledancesexctiement]]

!Prologue: Five Years Earlier <center>//Yon rising moon that looks for us again - // //How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;// //How oft hereafter rising look for us// //Through this same Garden - and for one in vain.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain C, Translated by Edward Fitzgerald) [[Continue to Prologue Part I]]</center>

You crouch down in front of $petname and grin as your hands gently give his face a rub. “You’re a good little lion aren’t you?” Heh. Not little at all, but you can’t wait to see everyone’s reaction. After a few minutes of affectionate face rubs for your sweet lion, you stand and turn toward the castle doors. You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, standing on his tiptoes and letting out a roar. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Ripper is completely unironic, then.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? It’s a //lion// named //Ripper//. Do you have a death wish?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[scratch Ripper behind his ears and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2lionripper]] * [[tell Constantine he can pet Ripper.|ch2lionrippercpet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is, in fact, not a joke.|notajokelionch2]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ripperlionleadawaych2]]<<elseif $petname is "Kitty">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Kitty is supposed to be ironic, right?” Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “I think it fits.” She moves closer, toward Kitty. “Who’s a good kitty?” Constantine clears his throat. “So, we can pet him, right?” James looks at Margaret and Constantine warily. “Do either of you have a sense of survival?” Both of them take a step closer, Kitty doesn’t move a muscle, just observes. $Frederick hums thoughtfully. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Margaret rolls her eyes and smirks at James and $Frederick. “You two sound like a bunch of scaredy-cats.” Felix laughs. “That was a pretty good one.” You… * [[laugh along with Felix.][$felixfriend +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[pat Kitty on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Kitty!"|welcomekittylionch2]] * [[tell Constantine and Margaret that they can pet Kitty.|candmpetkittylion][$cfrined +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|kittylionnotajoke]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Kitty away.|ch2kittylionlead]]<<else>> James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a lion. Not a pet.” $petname lets out a low growl, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at James. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the big scary cat, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2liongenerallaugh]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2liongeneralsmirkathames]] * [[give your lion a belly rub|ch2liongeneralbellyrub]]<</if>>

Shortly after your Harbinger ball, you had Anna head to the capital and commission a specially made crown for your lion. You glance over at a guard and he quickly pulls the crown out and hands it to you. You give him a grateful nod and turn back to $petname. The gold is cool against your fingers, a relief from the heat of the season. “Sit, $petname.” He sits and tilts his head curiously at you. You can’t help but smile at him as you place the crown on his head. “Alright, //now// you’re ready to meet your subjects.” You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, standing on his tiptoes and letting out a roar. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Ripper is completely unironic, then.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? It’s a //lion// named //Ripper//. Do you have a death wish?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[scratch Ripper behind his ears and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2lionripper]] * [[tell Constantine he can pet Ripper.|ch2lionrippercpet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is, in fact, not a joke.|notajokelionch2]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ripperlionleadawaych2]]<<elseif $petname is "Kitty">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Kitty is supposed to be ironic, right?” Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “I think it fits.” She moves closer, toward Kitty. “Who’s a good kitty?” Constantine clears his throat. “So, we can pet him, right?” James looks at Margaret and Constantine warily. “Do either of you have a sense of survival?” Both of them take a step closer, Kitty doesn’t move a muscle, just observes. $Frederick hums thoughtfully. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Margaret rolls her eyes and smirks at James and $Frederick. “You two sound like a bunch of scaredy-cats.” Felix laughs. “That was a pretty good one.” You… * [[laugh along with Felix.][$felixfriend +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[pat Kitty on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Kitty!"|welcomekittylionch2]] * [[tell Constantine and Margaret that they can pet Kitty.|candmpetkittylion][$cfrined +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|kittylionnotajoke]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Kitty away.|ch2kittylionlead]]<<else>> James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a lion. Not a pet.” $petname lets out a low growl, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at James. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the big scary cat, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2liongenerallaugh]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2liongeneralsmirkathames]] * [[give your lion a belly rub|ch2liongeneralbellyrub]]<</if>>

You reach into your pocket and pull out some meat you nicked from the kitchen after breakfast with your mother and James. $petname tracks the meat in your hand, excitement in his eyes. “Sorry for the long ride over here, $petname. Here’s a little treat.” You take a step back and toss it up in the air. Your lion leaps into the air and his sharp teeth clench around the raw meat. You almost chuckle from the sound of him chomping away. Once he’s finished, you give him a quick pat on the head. You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, standing on his tiptoes and letting out a roar. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Ripper is completely unironic, then.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? It’s a //lion// named //Ripper//. Do you have a death wish?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[scratch Ripper behind his ears and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2lionripper]] * [[tell Constantine he can pet Ripper.|ch2lionrippercpet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is, in fact, not a joke.|notajokelionch2]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ripperlionleadawaych2]]<<elseif $petname is "Kitty">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Kitty is supposed to be ironic, right?” Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “I think it fits.” She moves closer, toward Kitty. “Who’s a good kitty?” Constantine clears his throat. “So, we can pet him, right?” James looks at Margaret and Constantine warily. “Do either of you have a sense of survival?” Both of them take a step closer, Kitty doesn’t move a muscle, just observes. $Frederick hums thoughtfully. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Margaret rolls her eyes and smirks at James and $Frederick. “You two sound like a bunch of scaredy-cats.” Felix laughs. “That was a pretty good one.” You… * [[laugh along with Felix.][$felixfriend +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[pat Kitty on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Kitty!"|welcomekittylionch2]] * [[tell Constantine and Margaret that they can pet Kitty.|candmpetkittylion][$cfrined +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|kittylionnotajoke]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Kitty away.|ch2kittylionlead]]<<else>> James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a lion. Not a pet.” $petname lets out a low growl, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at James. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the big scary cat, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2liongenerallaugh]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2liongeneralsmirkathames]] * [[give your lion a belly rub|ch2liongeneralbellyrub]]<</if>>

You join Felix in laughing at Margaret’s joke. James rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, letting out a huff. $Frederick simply continues to stare at Kitty, a wariness lingering in $fhis eyes. Kitty lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Kitty in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Everyone laughs at Constantine’s words, except for James, who looks around in disbelief, particularly at your mother. “Really, mom? Even you? This is absurd!” Vivian bites her lip, turning her face away from view for a moment. Finally, she glances over at you. “Your brother’s right. You call this a //pet//?” You grin at her. “No, silly, I call him $petname.” Vivian sighs, but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “I concede. James will have to fight this battle alone.” James narrows his eyes at your mother. $petname lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you should listen to your friend. Lest my big scary cat feast on your bones.” You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.” $petname growls at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine. You can’t help but chuckle. $petname lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You crouch down next to $petname and begin rubbing the side of his belly. “Who's a good boy?” His tongue rolls out and he lays down, turning over onto his side. You spend a few minutes giving him a nice belly rub. When you stop and glance up, you realize everyone is staring with a mixture of shock, amusement, and wariness. $petname lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” $petname licks your hand in response. You stand up, dust off your clothes, and begin walking toward your room, $petname in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your orange ball of fur and give him some lovely scratches behind his ears. “Welcome Home, Ripper!” Ripper licks your hand before letting his tongue hang out. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. Finally, Ripper lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smile at Constantine. “He’d like that very much,” you reply. Constantine grins, excitement in his eyes. He removes his sword from his belt and shoves it into James’ hands. “Hey -” Constantine waves him off. “Just hold it for a minute!” Constantine doesn’t wait for an answer and quickly joins Ripper on the floor. He eagerly reaches out a hand and his smile grows wider when Ripper purrs while leaning into his hand. You sit down on the floor as well and rub the other side of Ripper’s head. After a few minutes, Ripper yawns. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You stand, brush yourself off, and begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look your mother in the eyes. “Not a joke, mother. This is my pet lion, Ripper. Isn’t he a darling?” Your mother raises her eyebrows, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. Then she sighs. “I now understand why your father did not tell me about your pet.” Your lips twitch, but you keep your face straight. Ripper rubs up against your legs and lets out a low growl. You pat his head and he lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Ripper away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Ripper in tow. You glance over your shoulder and see Ripper rub up against your twin as he stalks past. James sucks in a breath. You turn your head back, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You stop in your tracks as you enter the garden and see the back of a familiar figure. He turns to greet you with a smile. “My dear $mcname!” Nausea hits you as you stare back at him. “Father?” you ask shakily. He tilts his head to the side, amusement in his eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You blink. And he’s gone. Of course, he’s gone. You press your back against the wall while your breath slows. Perhaps the truth is that time does not heal wounds, it instead rips them open again and again. You look at the empty patch of soil in front of you, remembering the first time your father brought you to the gardens. You close your $mceyecolor eyes as the memory takes hold. //Your father glances over at you with a smile. “You look confused, $mcname.”// //You purse your lips. “I thought we had gardeners. Why do we have to do the work?”// //Percival chuckles as he slips on some black gloves. “We don’t ‘’have’’ to do the work. But we will. Gardening can be relaxing. Besides, don’t you want to watch something grow as the product of your hard work?”// //You shrug and take the smaller gloves from his outstretched hand. “I suppose, father. I’ll give it a shot. But what should we plant?”// //Your father sits on the ground and pats the place next to him. After you’ve sat down, he pulls the containers in front of you. “We can focus on crops or flowers, today. Crops allow you to grow food, wine, and ale, but they also include medicinal herbs which can be used to treat different ailments. On the other hand, flowers are one type of beautification, but there are also medicinal flowers that can be used for treatments. Flowers can also be used to create art and perfume.”// //Your father teaches you…// * [[about crops.|chapter2learnhobbycrops]] * [[about flowers.|chapter2learnhobbyflowers]]

You stop in your tracks as you enter the gallery and see the back of a familiar figure. He turns to greet you with a smile. “My dear $mcname!” Nausea hits you as you stare back at him. “Father?” you ask shakily. He tilts his head to the side, amusement in his eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You blink. And he’s gone. Of course, he’s gone. You press your back against the wall while your breath slows. Perhaps the truth is that time does not heal wounds, it instead rips them open again and again. Once you regain your composure, you walk further into the gallery, past the portrait of your ancestor, and toward the back, where a lyre sits by a fireplace with a chair on the opposite side. When you were younger you… * [[sang but never played the lyre.|ch2musichobbysinging][$singing to true]] * [[played the lyre and sang.|ch2musichobbylyresing][$lyre to true]] * [[played the lyre but never sang.|ch2musichobbylyre][$lyresing to true]]

You stop in your tracks as you enter the library and see the back of a familiar figure. He turns to greet you with a smile. “My dear $mcname!” Nausea hits you as you stare back at him. “Father?” you ask shakily. He tilts his head to the side, amusement in his eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You blink. And he’s gone. Of course, he’s gone. You press your back against the wall while your breath slows. Perhaps the truth is that time does not heal wounds, it instead rips them open again and again. With the King still on your mind, you pull an iron key from your pocket and walk to a side room that your father once called “the most peaceful room in the castle.” There’s only one key and he gave it to you long ago. As you step into the small room, you disturb years of dust and a cough leaves your mouth. After spending a few minutes cleaning, your sit down at the cozy wooden desk. Your fingers trace over your father’s initials and then yours etched right below. To your left is a parchment that you could use to write some poetry. On your right sits your father’s journal. He must have left it here for safekeeping. Your journal sits in the desk’s only drawer. And in the center of the desk is a single book: //Poetry for the Broken//. You decide to… * [[...read some of your father’s journal entries.|ch2readpercivalsjournal][$readpercivalsjournal to true]] * [[...read some poetry from Poetry for the Broken.|ch2readpoetryforthebroken][$readpoetry to true]]

You stop in your tracks as you enter the training room and see the back of a familiar figure. He turns to greet you with a smile. “My dear $mcname!” Nausea hits you as you stare back at him. “Father?” you ask shakily. He tilts his head to the side, amusement in his eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You blink. And he’s gone. Of course, he’s gone. You press your back against the wall while your breath slows. Perhaps the truth is that time does not heal wounds, it instead rips them open again and again. Once you regain your composure, you walk to the weapons rack by the double doors leading to the outdoor training ground. Your father was one of your tutors for Weaponry and Defense. Your other tutor was the retired but highly decorated Commander Augustus Aquilia. Your favorite weapon has always been… * [[the sword - classic and reliable.|ch2choosesword][$swords to true]] * [[the dagger, or rather, a pair of daggers - versatile and light.|ch2choosedaggers][$daggers to true]] * [[the bow - focused and precise.|ch2choosebow][$archery to true]]

You stop in your tracks as you enter the kitchen and see the back of a familiar figure. He turns to greet you with a smile. “My dear $mcname!” Nausea hits you as you stare back at him. “Father?” you ask shakily. He tilts his head to the side, amusement in his eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You blink. And he’s gone. Of course, he’s gone. You press your back against the wall while your breath slows. Perhaps the truth is that time does not heal wounds, it instead rips them open again and again. Once your body is calm again, you walk over to the pantry, built into the back of the castle kitchen. Looking around at the ingredients, you decide to make… * [[apple pie.|ch2cookinghobby][$applepie to true]] * [[dumplings.|ch2cookinghobby][$dumplings to true]] * [[pancakes.|ch2cookinghobby][$pancakes to true]] * [[pork sausage.|ch2cookinghobby][$porksausage to true]]

But then a break comes in the following week. For the first time since assuming your role as The Harbinger, you have free time. And today you’ve decided to spend some time… * [[...gardening.|chapter2hobbygardening][$gardening to true]] * [[...on your music.|chapter2hobbymusic][$music to true]] * [[...reading.|chapter2hobbyreadingandwriting][$readingwriting to true]] * [[...with weaponry|chapter2hobbyweaponry][$weaponry to true]] * [[...cooking.|chapter2hobbycooking][$cooking to true]]

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Kitty away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Kitty in tow. You glance over your shoulder and see Kitty rub up against your twin as he stalks past. James sucks in a breath. You turn your head back, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smile at Constantine and Margaret. “He’d like that very much,” you reply. Constantine grins, excitement in his eyes. He removes his sword from his belt and shoves it into James’ hands. “Hey -” Constantine waves him off. “Just hold it for a minute!” Constantine doesn’t wait for an answer and quickly joins Kitty on the floor. He eagerly reaches out a hand and his smile grows wider when Kitty purrs while leaning into his hand. Margaret gracefully crouches down onto the floor on Kitty’s other side and begins rubbing his side. The two of them giggle and grin at each other the whole time as you watch in amusement. After a few minutes, Kitty yawns. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” Constantine and Margaret stand, brushing their clothes off before moving back against the wall. You begin walking toward your room, Kitty in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your orange ball of fur and give him some lovely pats on the head. “Welcome Home, Kitty!” Kitty licks your hand before letting his tongue hang out. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. Kitty lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Kitty in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look your mother in the eyes. “Not a joke, mother. This is my pet lion, Kitty. Isn’t he a darling?” Your mother raises her eyebrows, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. Then she sighs. “I now understand why your father did not tell me about your pet.” Your lips twitch, but you keep your face straight. Kitty rubs up against your legs and lets out a low growl. You pat his head. Kitty lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Kitty in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You crouch down in front of $petname and grin as your hands gently give his face a rub. “You’re a good little wolf aren’t you?” Heh. Not little at all, but you can’t wait to see everyone’s reaction. After a few minutes of affectionate face rubs for your sweet wolf, you stand and turn toward the castle doors. You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, standing on his tiptoes and letting out a growl. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Ripper is completely unironic, then.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? It’s a //wolf// named //Ripper//. Do you have a death wish?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet it?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Ripper on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2wolfripperwelcome]] * [[tell Constantine he can pet Ripper.|ch2wolfcpet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|ch2wolfnotajoke]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ch2wolfripperleadaway]]<<elseif $petname is "Puppy">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Puppy is supposed to be ironic, //right//?” Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “I think it fits.” She moves closer, toward Puppy. “Who’s a good puppy?” Constantine clears his throat. “So, we can pet him, right?” James looks at Margaret and Constantine warily. “Do either of you have a sense of survival?” Both of them take a step closer, Puppy doesn’t move a muscle, just observes. $Frederick hums thoughtfully. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Margaret rolls her eyes and smirks at James and $Frederick. “I have a sense of survival //and// a sense of adventure.” You… * [[pat Puppy on the head and say, "Welcome Home Puppy!"|ch2wolfnamespuppy]] * [[tell Constantine and Margaret that they can pet Puppy.|ch2wolfpuppypetcandm][$cfriend +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|ch2wolfnotahokepuppy]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Puppy away.|ch2wolfpuppyleave]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a wolf. Not a pet.” $petname lets out a low growl, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at James. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the big scary dog, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2woldintrogeneral]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2wolfintrosmirk]] * [[give your wolf a belly rub.|ch2wolfbellyrubgeneral]]<</if>>

Shortly after your Harbinger ball, you had Anna head to the capital and commission a specially made crown for your wolf. You glance over at a guard and he quickly pulls the crown out and hands it to you. You give him a grateful nod and turn back to $petname. The gold is cool against your fingers, a relief from the heat of the season. “Sit, $petname.” He sits and tilts his head curiously at you. You can’t help but smile at him as you place the crown on his head. “Alright, //now// you’re ready to meet your subjects.” You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, standing on his tiptoes and letting out a growl. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Ripper is completely unironic, then.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? It’s a //wolf// named //Ripper//. Do you have a death wish?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet it?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Ripper on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2wolfripperwelcome]] * [[tell Constantine he can pet Ripper.|ch2wolfcpet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|ch2wolfnotajoke]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ch2wolfripperleadaway]]<<elseif $petname is "Puppy">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Puppy is supposed to be ironic, //right//?” Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “I think it fits.” She moves closer, toward Puppy. “Who’s a good puppy?” Constantine clears his throat. “So, we can pet him, right?” James looks at Margaret and Constantine warily. “Do either of you have a sense of survival?” Both of them take a step closer, Puppy doesn’t move a muscle, just observes. $Frederick hums thoughtfully. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Margaret rolls her eyes and smirks at James and $Frederick. “I have a sense of survival //and// a sense of adventure.” You… * [[pat Puppy on the head and say, "Welcome Home Puppy!"|ch2wolfnamespuppy]] * [[tell Constantine and Margaret that they can pet Puppy.|ch2wolfpuppypetcandm][$cfriend +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|ch2wolfnotahokepuppy]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Puppy away.|ch2wolfpuppyleave]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a wolf. Not a pet.” $petname lets out a low growl, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at James. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the big scary dog, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2woldintrogeneral]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2wolfintrosmirk]] * [[give your wolf a belly rub.|ch2wolfbellyrubgeneral]]<</if>>

You reach into your pocket and pull out some meat you nicked from the kitchen after breakfast with your mother and James. $petname tracks the meat in your hand, excitement in his eyes. “Sorry for the long ride over here, $petname. Here’s a little treat.” You take a step back and toss it up in the air. Your wolf leaps into the air and his sharp teeth clench around the raw meat. You almost chuckle from the sound of him chomping away. Once he’s finished, you give him a quick pat on the head. You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, standing on his tiptoes and letting out a growl. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Ripper is completely unironic, then.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? It’s a //wolf// named //Ripper//. Do you have a death wish?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet it?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Ripper on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2wolfripperwelcome]] * [[tell Constantine he can pet Ripper.|ch2wolfcpet][$cfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|ch2wolfnotajoke]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ch2wolfripperleadaway]]<<elseif $petname is "Puppy">> Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, the name Puppy is supposed to be ironic, //right//?” Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “I think it fits.” She moves closer, toward Puppy. “Who’s a good puppy?” Constantine clears his throat. “So, we can pet him, right?” James looks at Margaret and Constantine warily. “Do either of you have a sense of survival?” Both of them take a step closer, Puppy doesn’t move a muscle, just observes. $Frederick hums thoughtfully. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Margaret rolls her eyes and smirks at James and $Frederick. “I have a sense of survival //and// a sense of adventure.” You… * [[pat Puppy on the head and say, "Welcome Home Puppy!"|ch2wolfnamespuppy]] * [[tell Constantine and Margaret that they can pet Puppy.|ch2wolfpuppypetcandm][$cfriend +=2, $mfriend +=2]] * [[inform your mother that this is in fact, not a joke.|ch2wolfnotahokepuppy]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Puppy away.|ch2wolfpuppyleave]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a wolf. Not a pet.” $petname lets out a low growl, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at James. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the big scary dog, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2woldintrogeneral]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2wolfintrosmirk]] * [[give your wolf a belly rub.|ch2wolfbellyrubgeneral]]<</if>>

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your $furcolor ball of fur and give him some lovely scratches behind his ears. “Welcome Home, Ripper!” Ripper licks your hand before letting his tongue hang out. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. Finally, Ripper lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look your mother in the eyes. “Not a joke, mother. This is my pet wolf, Ripper. Isn’t he a darling?” Your mother raises her eyebrows, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. Then she sighs. “I now understand why your father did not tell me about your pet.” Your lips twitch, but you keep your face straight. Ripper rubs up against your legs and lets out a low growl. You pat his head and he lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your $furcolor ball of fur and give him some lovely scratches behind his ears. “Welcome Home, Puppy!” Puppy licks your hand before letting his tongue hang out. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. Finally, Ripper lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Puppy in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smile at Constantine and Margaret. “He’d like that very much,” you reply. Constantine grins, excitement in his eyes. He removes his sword from his belt and shoves it into James’ hands. “Hey -” Constantine waves him off. “Just hold it for a minute!” Constantine doesn’t wait for an answer and quickly joins Puppy on the floor. He eagerly reaches out a hand and his smile grows wider when Puppy growls softly while leaning into his hand. Margaret gracefully crouches down onto the floor on Puppy’s other side and begins rubbing his side. The two of them giggle and grin at each other the whole time as you watch in amusement. After a few minutes, Puppy yawns. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” Constantine and Margaret stand, brushing their clothes off before moving back against the wall. You begin walking toward your room, Puppy in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look your mother in the eyes. “Not a joke, mother. This is my pet wolf, Puppy. Isn’t he a darling?” Your mother raises her eyebrows, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. Then she sighs. “I now understand why your father did not tell me about your pet.” Your lips twitch, but you keep your face straight. Puppy rubs up against your legs and lets out a low growl. You pat his head. Puppy lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Puppy in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Puppy away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Puppy in tow. You glance over your shoulder and see Puppy rub up against your twin as he stalks past. James sucks in a breath. You turn your head back, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you should listen to your friend. Lest my big scary dog feast on your bones.” You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.” $petname growls at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine. You can’t help but chuckle. $petname lets out a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the ride here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Shortly after your Harbinger ball, you had Anna head to the capital and commission a specially made crown for your ferret. You glance over at a guard and he quickly pulls the crown out and hands it to you. You give him a grateful nod and turn back to $petname. You put your arm out and he perches himself there. The gold is cool against your fingers, a relief from the heat of the season. He tilts his head curiously at you, but his eyes never leave the shiny crown in your fingers. You can’t help but smile at him as you place the crown on his head. “Alright, //now// you’re ready to meet your subjects.” You walk up the stairs to the main door of the castle, and the guards slowly open the door. $petname crawls around to your back and positions his head so it’s just barely noticeable. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. “So, we finally get to meet $petname. Where is he?” At the sound of his name, $petname runs over your shoulder and down your chest. James freezes as your ferret climbs up his chest and gets in his face, staring into his eyes. Your twin gumps. “Uh, $mcname?” Constantine snorts. “Don’t show fear, James.” Your brother huffs. “This is a ferret, not a pet.” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes. “Slowly raise your hand and give him a pet on the head so he knows that you’re friendly.” James lifts his hand but right before it makes contact, $petname starts hissing and then barking. James lets out a startled scream and you quickly take $petname from his chest, rubbing his back to calm him down. You... * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2ferretlaughter]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2ferretsmirkjames]] * [[tell them your pet is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2ferrettoverwhlemed]]

“Hungry?” $petname bobs his head up and down. You chuckle and reach your hand into your pocket, pulling out some lamb that you took from the kitchen after you left breakfast. “Fear not, little ferret, sustenance has arrived,” you say, opening your palm. He immediately dips his head into your hand and gobbles us the lamb. You walk up the stairs to the main door of the castle, and the guards slowly open the door. $petname crawls around to your back and positions his head so it’s just barely noticeable. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. “So, we finally get to meet $petname. Where is he?” At the sound of his name, $petname runs over your shoulder and down your chest. James freezes as your ferret climbs up his chest and gets in his face, staring into his eyes. Your twin gumps. “Uh, $mcname?” Constantine snorts. “Don’t show fear, James.” Your brother huffs. “This is a ferret, not a pet.” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes. “Slowly raise your hand and give him a pet on the head so he knows that you’re friendly.” James lifts his hand but right before it makes contact, $petname starts hissing and then barking. James lets out a startled scream and you quickly take $petname from his chest, rubbing his back to calm him down. You... * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2ferretlaughter]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2ferretsmirkjames]] * [[tell them your pet is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2ferrettoverwhlemed]]

You give $petname a pet on the top of his head so he knows that you’re excited to see him, too. He snuggles against your neck and gives out a low-pitched chortle. You walk up the stairs to the main door of the castle, and the guards slowly open the door. $petname crawls around to your back and positions his head so it’s just barely noticeable. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. “So, we finally get to meet $petname. Where is he?” At the sound of his name, $petname runs over your shoulder and down your chest. James freezes as your ferret climbs up his chest and gets in his face, staring into his eyes. Your twin gumps. “Uh, $mcname?” Constantine snorts. “Don’t show fear, James.” Your brother huffs. “This is a ferret, not a pet.” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes. “Slowly raise your hand and give him a pet on the head so he knows that you’re friendly.” James lifts his hand but right before it makes contact, $petname starts hissing and then barking. James lets out a startled scream and you quickly take $petname from his chest, rubbing his back to calm him down. You... * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2ferretlaughter]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2ferretsmirkjames]] * [[tell them your pet is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2ferrettoverwhlemed]]

Everyone laughs at James’ reaction, except James, who looks around in disbelief, particularly at your mother. “Really, mom? Even you’re laughing at my expense? This is absurd!” Vivian bites her lip, turning her face away from view for a moment. Finally, she glances over at you. “Your brother’s right. You call this a //pet//?” You grin at her. “No, silly, I call him $petname.” Vivian sighs, but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “I concede. James will have to fight this battle alone.” James narrows his eyes at your mother. $petname starts yawning from your shoulder where he’s nuzzled against your neck again, seeking comfort and warmth. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you never should have shown fear. Now my scary little ferret will feast on your fear forevermore.” You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.” $petname hisses at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine. You can’t help but chuckle. $petname starts yawning from your shoulder where he’s nuzzled against your neck again, seeking comfort and warmth. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

“It’s okay, $petname, I’ll get you out of here,” you whisper. He responds with a low chortle. You turn your attention back to the group. “This is a bit overwhelming for $petname, especially after such a long trip. I’m going to take him away so he can get some rest,” you announce. Everyone mutters their goodbyes and $petname stays nuzzled up to your neck, seeking your comforting warmth. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Shortly after your Harbinger ball, you had Anna head to the capital and commission a specially made crown for your raven. You glance over at a guard and he quickly pulls the crown out and hands it to you. You give him a grateful nod and turn back to $petname. You put your arm out and he perches himself there. The gold is cool against your fingers, a relief from the heat of the season. He tilts his head curiously at you, but his eyes never leave the shiny crown in your fingers. You can’t help but smile at him as you place the crown on his head. “Alright, //now// you’re ready to meet your subjects.” The guards slowly open the door, $petname still resting one of their shoulders. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” You dig a golden drachma coin out of your pocket, holding it to the side so it catches the sunlight. James shields his eyes. “What the hell, $mcname. Are you trying to blind me?” At that moment, $petname flies through the doors and toward the drachma. James lets out a yelp, startling your raven and causing him to snap his beak audibly at your twin. <<if $petname is "Ripper">>Before you can call for Ripper, Margaret grins and says, “Ripper the Raven, a fitting name. Particularly if he decides to rip your brother’s throat out.” $Frederick rolls his eyes. “Yes, quite clever. But they don’t usually attack unprompted. James just needs to stop attracting so much attention and Ripper will leave him alone.” James scoffs. “You’re blaming me for this manic bird? It’s not my fault if others tend to flock at my feet.” Constantine snorts. “I see what you did there. Horrible joke, but excellent delivery.” While the others laugh, Ripper perches himself on your shoulder, observing the group with a wary eye. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Ripper home.|ch2welcomeravenripper]] * [[ask if anyone wants to feed Ripper.|ch2ravenaskaboutfeeding]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Ripper away/|ch2ravenripperleadaway]]<<elseif $petname is "Birdie">> Before you can call for Birdie, $Frederick chuckles and says, “Birdie the Raven, a fitting name, I suppose. Of course, you went with something on the nose.” Constantine grins. “Yes, quite clever. But no wonder you’ve given James a shock, he was expecting a mockingbird or something of the sort.” James scoffs and crosses his arms. “Can you blame me? My sibling is obviously a master of deception.” Anna giggles and James turns to look at her, almost as if he had forgotten she was there. “Come now, my prince. You’ve pulled plenty of antics of your $mcsibling! Don’t act innocent.” James laughs and you watch as his fingers twiddle with the bottom of his shirt. “You’re right, Anna. You’re absolutely right.” Birdie makes himself comfortable on your shoulder, observing the group with a wary eye. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Birdie home.|ch2ravenbirdiewelcome]] * [[ask if anyone wants to feed Birdie.|ch2birdiefeed]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Birdie away.|ch2ravenbirdieladaway]]<<else>> James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a raven. Not a pet.” $petname begins croaking loudly at James, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the bird of death, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2petintroravenlaughter]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2ravensmirkjames]] * [[shrug before leaving with your pet - it’s more amusing this way.|ch2ravenshrugleave]]<</if>>

$petname flies out of the cage and toward the Knights by the door. He’s mesmerized by their shining armor, even more distracting from the burning light of the sun. The Knight he lands on stiffens but maintains their composure. You share your head and walk over the doors. “I assure you that there are far shiny objects inside the castle, $petname.” His ears perk up and he turns to look at you, letting out a gurgling croak. The guards slowly open the door, $petname still resting one of their shoulders. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” You dig a golden drachma coin out of your pocket, holding it to the side so it catches the sunlight. James shields his eyes. “What the hell, $mcname. Are you trying to blind me?” At that moment, $petname flies through the doors and toward the drachma. James lets out a yelp, startling your raven and causing him to snap his beak audibly at your twin. <<if $petname is "Ripper">>Before you can call for Ripper, Margaret grins and says, “Ripper the Raven, a fitting name. Particularly if he decides to rip your brother’s throat out.” $Frederick rolls his eyes. “Yes, quite clever. But they don’t usually attack unprompted. James just needs to stop attracting so much attention and Ripper will leave him alone.” James scoffs. “You’re blaming me for this manic bird? It’s not my fault if others tend to flock at my feet.” Constantine snorts. “I see what you did there. Horrible joke, but excellent delivery.” While the others laugh, Ripper perches himself on your shoulder, observing the group with a wary eye. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Ripper home.|ch2welcomeravenripper]] * [[ask if anyone wants to feed Ripper.|ch2ravenaskaboutfeeding]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Ripper away/|ch2ravenripperleadaway]]<<elseif $petname is "Birdie">> Before you can call for Birdie, $Frederick chuckles and says, “Birdie the Raven, a fitting name, I suppose. Of course, you went with something on the nose.” Constantine grins. “Yes, quite clever. But no wonder you’ve given James a shock, he was expecting a mockingbird or something of the sort.” James scoffs and crosses his arms. “Can you blame me? My sibling is obviously a master of deception.” Anna giggles and James turns to look at her, almost as if he had forgotten she was there. “Come now, my prince. You’ve pulled plenty of antics of your $mcsibling! Don’t act innocent.” James laughs and you watch as his fingers twiddle with the bottom of his shirt. “You’re right, Anna. You’re absolutely right.” Birdie makes himself comfortable on your shoulder, observing the group with a wary eye. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Birdie home.|ch2ravenbirdiewelcome]] * [[ask if anyone wants to feed Birdie.|ch2birdiefeed]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Birdie away.|ch2ravenbirdieladaway]]<<else>> James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a raven. Not a pet.” $petname begins croaking loudly at James, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the bird of death, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2petintroravenlaughter]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2ravensmirkjames]] * [[shrug before leaving with your pet - it’s more amusing this way.|ch2ravenshrugleave]]<</if>>

$petname flies out of the cage and lands on your outstretched arm. He makes a low gurgling sound. You rub a finger across the top of his head. “Apologies for the cage friend, I know all too well what it means to be trapped in one.” He nuzzles against your finger and you feel relieved that he isn’t mad. You pull some berries out of your pocket and offer them. $petname leans his beak into your palm to enjoy his snack. The guards slowly open the door, $petname still resting one of their shoulders. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” You dig a golden drachma coin out of your pocket, holding it to the side so it catches the sunlight. James shields his eyes. “What the hell, $mcname. Are you trying to blind me?” At that moment, $petname flies through the doors and toward the drachma. James lets out a yelp, startling your raven and causing him to snap his beak audibly at your twin. <<if $petname is "Ripper">>Before you can call for Ripper, Margaret grins and says, “Ripper the Raven, a fitting name. Particularly if he decides to rip your brother’s throat out.” $Frederick rolls his eyes. “Yes, quite clever. But they don’t usually attack unprompted. James just needs to stop attracting so much attention and Ripper will leave him alone.” James scoffs. “You’re blaming me for this manic bird? It’s not my fault if others tend to flock at my feet.” Constantine snorts. “I see what you did there. Horrible joke, but excellent delivery.” While the others laugh, Ripper perches himself on your shoulder, observing the group with a wary eye. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Ripper home.|ch2welcomeravenripper]] * [[ask if anyone wants to feed Ripper.|ch2ravenaskaboutfeeding]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Ripper away/|ch2ravenripperleadaway]]<<elseif $petname is "Birdie">> Before you can call for Birdie, $Frederick chuckles and says, “Birdie the Raven, a fitting name, I suppose. Of course, you went with something on the nose.” Constantine grins. “Yes, quite clever. But no wonder you’ve given James a shock, he was expecting a mockingbird or something of the sort.” James scoffs and crosses his arms. “Can you blame me? My sibling is obviously a master of deception.” Anna giggles and James turns to look at her, almost as if he had forgotten she was there. “Come now, my prince. You’ve pulled plenty of antics of your $mcsibling! Don’t act innocent.” James laughs and you watch as his fingers twiddle with the bottom of his shirt. “You’re right, Anna. You’re absolutely right.” Birdie makes himself comfortable on your shoulder, observing the group with a wary eye. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Birdie home.|ch2ravenbirdiewelcome]] * [[ask if anyone wants to feed Birdie.|ch2birdiefeed]] * [[shrug your shoulders at all of them and lead Birdie away.|ch2ravenbirdieladaway]]<<else>> James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a raven. Not a pet.” $petname begins croaking loudly at James, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the bird of death, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2petintroravenlaughter]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2ravensmirkjames]] * [[shrug before leaving with your pet - it’s more amusing this way.|ch2ravenshrugleave]]<</if>>

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your precious pet and rub your finger along his lovely little wing. “Welcome Home, Ripper!” Ripper screeches. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. But it’s not too long before Ripper’s beak opens wide and you realize he’s yawning. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper nuzzling close to your neck as he remains perched on your shoulder. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look around the room before raising an eyebrow. “Does anyone want to feed Ripper? That’s a surefire way to make him like you.” $Frederick and Felix both step forward then glance at each other and narrow their eyes. Anna sighs from the corner where she watches. “By the gods, the two of you are ridiculous.” Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. “Felix, Ripper can perch on your arm while $Frederick feeds him.” “Fine,” Felix replies. $Frederick rolls his eyes. Felix comes closer and you hand him your drachma so he can draw Ripper’s attention. “Thank you, $mcname,” he says grinning. “You’re welcome,” you reply as you turn to watch Ripper abandon your shoulder in favor of Felix. $Frederick comes closer as well and your hand $fhim some berries from your pocket. “Just be very still since he doesn’t know you well,” you instruct. $Frederick nods and gives you a smile. “As you wish, $mcname.” $fHe slowly brings his palm out, opening it to reveal the treat. Ripper stares for a moment before lowering his head to eat. A few minutes later, Ripper opens his beak wide and you recognize it as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper leaves Felix’s arm and nuzzles close to your neck as he \ perches himself on your shoulder. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Ripper away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Ripper on your shoulder, glaring and croaking at your twin, who recoils. You turn your head back around, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your precious pet and rub your finger along his lovely little wing. “Welcome Home, Birdie!” Birdie screeches. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. But it’s not too long before Birdie’s beak opens wide and you realize he’s yawning. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Birdie nuzzling close to your neck as he remains perched on your shoulder. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look around the room before raising an eyebrow. “Does anyone want to feed Birdie? That’s a surefire way to make him like you.” $Frederick and Felix both step forward then glance at each other and narrow their eyes. Anna sighs from the corner where she watches. “By the gods, the two of you are ridiculous.” Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. “Felix, Birdie can perch on your arm while $Frederick feeds him.” “Fine,” Felix replies. $Frederick rolls his eyes. Felix comes closer and you hand him your drachma so he can draw Birdie’s attention. “Thank you, $mcname,” he says grinning. “You’re welcome,” you reply as you turn to watch Birdie abandon your shoulder in favor of Felix. $Frederick comes closer as well and your hand $fhim some berries from your pocket. “Just be very still since he doesn’t know you well,” you instruct. $Frederick nods and gives you a smile. “As you wish, $mcname.” $fHe slowly brings his palm out, opening it to reveal the treat. Birdie stares for a moment before lowering his head to eat. A few minutes later, Birdie opens his beak wide and you recognize it as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Birdie leaves Felix’s arm and nuzzles close to your neck as he perches himself on your shoulder. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Birdie away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Birdie on your shoulder, glaring and croaking at your twin, who recoils. You turn your head back around, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Everyone laughs at Constantine’s words, except for James, who looks around in disbelief, particularly at your mother. “Really, mom? Even you? This is absurd!” Vivian bites her lip, turning her face away from view for a moment. Finally, she glances over at you. “Your brother’s right. You call this a //pet//?” You grin at her. “No, silly, I call him $petname.” Vivian sighs, but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “I concede. James will have to fight this battle alone.” James narrows his eyes at your mother. $petname opens his beak wide and you recognize it as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname on your shoulder “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you should listen to your friend. Lest my big scary raven feast on your eyes.” You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.” $petname croaks at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine. You can’t help but chuckle. $petname opens his beak wide and you recognize it as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname on your shoulder “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug, maybe you’re not bothered by the implication that your raven is the embodiment of death. It’s not really an incorrect notion, in all honestly. But he’s never tried to kill //you//. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, $petname on your shoulder, glaring and croaking at your twin, who recoils. You turn your head back around, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Shortly after your Harbinger ball, you had Anna head to the capital and commission a specially made crown for your nightingale. You glance over at a guard and he quickly pulls the crown out and hands it to you. You give him a grateful nod and turn back to $petname. You put your arm out and he perches himself there. The gold is cool against your fingers, a relief from the heat of the season. He tilts his head curiously at you, but his eyes never leave the shiny crown in your fingers. You can’t help but smile at him as you place the crown on his head. “Alright, //now// you’re ready to meet your subjects.” He lets out a low whistle in harmony. You walk up the stairs to the main door of the castle, and the guards slowly open the door. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins as his eyes land on your nightingale. “So, we’re finally meeting $petname!” Your nightingale lets out a startled whistle and flies from your shoulder to hide behind a column. James furrows his brows. “Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head but it’s $Frederick who answers. “No, James. Nightingales are notoriously wary of humans. We’re all strangers to $petname.” James gives $Frederick a look and grunts. <<if $petname is "Birdie">>“Birdie seems like a fitting name,” Vivian says. “A bit on the nose,” $Frederick adds. James sighs. “I’m just grateful it’s a peaceful pet and not one of those aggressive sorts.” Constantine chuckles and claps him on the back. “Don’t worry, I'll protect you, as I always do.” James scoffs dramatically. “I don’t need protection,” he responds. “Right,” Felix says, winking at you conspiratorially from across the room. “Constantine’s just eye candy then?” James huffs. “//I’m// the eye candy of this friendship, actually,” Everyone laughs, especially your mother. “I hadn’t realized I’d raised you to be arrogant, James.” With everyone distracted, $petname quietly returns to the fold, latching onto your shoulder and looking around warily. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Birdie home.|ch2welcomebirdienightingale]] * [[ask if anyone wants to try and feed Birdie.|ch2askfeedbirdienightigale][$ffriend +=2, $felixfriend +=2]] * [[tell them Birdie is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2birdienightingaleoverwhelmed]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…that's a nightingale. Not a pet.” $petname flies out from behind the column, begins circling James’ head and whistles loudly, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the siren bird, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2generalnightingale]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2generalsmirnightingale]] * [[tell them your pet is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2generalnightingaleoverwhelemd]]<</if>>

$petname flies out of the cage and lands on your outstretched arm. He sings a high-pitched whistle. You grimace and rub a finger across the top of his head. “Apologies for the cage friend, I know all too well what it means to be trapped in one.” He nuzzles against your finger and you feel relieved that he isn’t mad. You pull some berries out of your pocket and offer them. $petname leans his face into your palm to enjoy his snack. You walk up the stairs to the main door of the castle, and the guards slowly open the door. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins as his eyes land on your nightingale. “So, we’re finally meeting $petname!” Your nightingale lets out a startled whistle and flies from your shoulder to hide behind a column. James furrows his brows. “Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head but it’s $Frederick who answers. “No, James. Nightingales are notoriously wary of humans. We’re all strangers to $petname.” James gives $Frederick a look and grunts. <<if $petname is "Birdie">>“Birdie seems like a fitting name,” Vivian says. “A bit on the nose,” $Frederick adds. James sighs. “I’m just grateful it’s a peaceful pet and not one of those aggressive sorts.” Constantine chuckles and claps him on the back. “Don’t worry, I'll protect you, as I always do.” James scoffs dramatically. “I don’t need protection,” he responds. “Right,” Felix says, winking at you conspiratorially from across the room. “Constantine’s just eye candy then?” James huffs. “//I’m// the eye candy of this friendship, actually,” Everyone laughs, especially your mother. “I hadn’t realized I’d raised you to be arrogant, James.” With everyone distracted, $petname quietly returns to the fold, latching onto your shoulder and looking around warily. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Birdie home.|ch2welcomebirdienightingale]] * [[ask if anyone wants to try and feed Birdie.|ch2askfeedbirdienightigale][$ffriend +=2, $felixfriend +=2]] * [[tell them Birdie is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2birdienightingaleoverwhelmed]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…that's a nightingale. Not a pet.” $petname flies out from behind the column, begins circling James’ head and whistles loudly, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the siren bird, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2generalnightingale]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2generalsmirnightingale]] * [[tell them your pet is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2generalnightingaleoverwhelemd]]<</if>>

$petname flies out of the cage and spins around your head, belting a song of excitement. You can’t help but hum along as you smile. When $petname perches on your shoulder, you let out a light laugh. You walk up the stairs to the main door of the castle, and the guards slowly open the door. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins as his eyes land on your nightingale. “So, we’re finally meeting $petname!” Your nightingale lets out a startled whistle and flies from your shoulder to hide behind a column. James furrows his brows. “Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head but it’s $Frederick who answers. “No, James. Nightingales are notoriously wary of humans. We’re all strangers to $petname.” James gives $Frederick a look and grunts. <<if $petname is "Birdie">>“Birdie seems like a fitting name,” Vivian says. “A bit on the nose,” $Frederick adds. James sighs. “I’m just grateful it’s a peaceful pet and not one of those aggressive sorts.” Constantine chuckles and claps him on the back. “Don’t worry, I'll protect you, as I always do.” James scoffs dramatically. “I don’t need protection,” he responds. “Right,” Felix says, winking at you conspiratorially from across the room. “Constantine’s just eye candy then?” James huffs. “//I’m// the eye candy of this friendship, actually,” Everyone laughs, especially your mother. “I hadn’t realized I’d raised you to be arrogant, James.” With everyone distracted, $petname quietly returns to the fold, latching onto your shoulder and looking around warily. You… * [[run a finger along his wing and welcome Birdie home.|ch2welcomebirdienightingale]] * [[ask if anyone wants to try and feed Birdie.|ch2askfeedbirdienightigale][$ffriend +=2, $felixfriend +=2]] * [[tell them Birdie is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2birdienightingaleoverwhelmed]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…that's a nightingale. Not a pet.” $petname flies out from behind the column, begins circling James’ head and whistles loudly, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the siren bird, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2generalnightingale]] * [[smirk at James.|ch2generalsmirnightingale]] * [[tell them your pet is overwhelmed and say goodbye.|ch2generalnightingaleoverwhelemd]]<</if>>

You turn your head to your precious pet and rub your finger along his lovely little wing. “Welcome Home, Birdie!” Birdie whistles quietly as his eyes close. But it’s not too long before Birdie’s beak opens wide and you realize he’s yawning. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Birdie nuzzling close to your neck as he remains perched on your shoulder. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. * [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You look around the room before raising an eyebrow. “Does anyone want to feed Birdie? That’s a surefire way to make him like you.” $Frederick and Felix both step forward then glance at each other and narrow their eyes. Anna sighs from the corner where she watches. “By the gods, the two of you are ridiculous.” Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. “Why don’t you take turns?.” “Fine,” Felix replies. $Frederick rolls his eyes. Felix comes closer and you hand him some berries and insects from your pocket. He gives you a horrified look. “Are those…dead cockroaches?” You smirk. “Yep!” He lets out a strangled noise and opens his palm slowly once it’s under Birdie’s face. “Just be very still since he doesn’t know you well,” you instruct. Birdie sniffs for a moment, never taking his eyes off of Felix while diving his head for a snack. Afterward, $Frederick comes closer and your hand $fhim a similar mixture from your pocket. $fHe slowly brings his palm out, opening it to reveal the treat. Birdie stares for a moment before lowering his head to eat. A few minutes later, Birdie opens his beak wide and you recognize it as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room and he nuzzles close to your neck as he perches himself on your shoulder. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. * [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

“It’s okay, Birdie, I’ll get you out of here,” you whisper. He responds with a low whistle. You turn your attention back to the group. “This is a bit overwhelming for Birdie, especially after such a long trip. I’m going to take him away so he can get some rest,” you announce. Everyone mutters their goodbyes and Birdie stays nuzzled up to your neck, seeking your comforting warmth. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. * [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Everyone laughs at Constantine’s words, except for James, who looks around in disbelief, particularly at your mother. “Really, mom? Even you’re laughing at my expense? This is absurd!” Vivian bites her lip, turning her face away from view for a moment. Finally, she glances over at you. “Your brother’s right. You call this a //pet//?” You grin at her. “No, silly, I call him $petname.” Vivian sighs, but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “I concede. James will have to fight this battle alone.” James narrows his eyes at your mother. $petname lands on your shoulder and opens his beak wide, which you recognize as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname on your shoulder “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you should listen to your friend. Lest my big scary nightingale feast on your fear.” You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.” $petname croaks at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine. You can’t help but chuckle. $petname lands on your shoulder and opens his beak wide, which you recognize as a yawn. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname on your shoulder “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

“It’s okay, $petname, I’ll get you out of here,” you whisper. He responds with a low whistle. You turn your attention back to the group. “This is a bit overwhelming for $petname, especially after such a long trip. I’m going to take him away so he can get some rest,” you announce. Everyone mutters their goodbyes and $petname stays nuzzled up to your neck, seeking your comforting warmth. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You crouch down and mimic his gesture. It’s hard not to smile as he runs forward and wraps his wings around you. He makes another honking noise before pulling back. It’s not hard to admit that $petname is one of the best huggers you know. You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring warily at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, flapping his wings. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">>Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, you have a goose….named….Ripper.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how aggressive geese can be?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Ripper on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2gooseripperwelcome]] * [[tell Constantine it’s probably not a good idea to pet Ripper until he gets to know him more.|ch2gooseripperconstantine]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ch2rippergooseshrug]]<<elseif $petname is "Birdie">>Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “$mcname…that’s, uhm, a goose. Not a bird?” He raises an eyebrow at you. $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes at Felix. “Is your brain mush? Geese are birds.” Felix scoffs. “Whatever. It’s not bird enough to be called ‘Birdie’.” He crosses his arms. Constantine clears his throat. “Anyway…can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Birdie on the head and say, "Welcome Home Birdie!"|ch2birdiegoosewelcome]] * [[tell Constantine it’s probably not a good idea to pet Birdie until he gets to know him more.|ch2goosebirdienopet]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Birdie away.|ch2birdiegooseleave]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a goose. Not a pet.” $petname begins shrieking at James, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the aggressive bird, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2gooselaughtergeneral]] * [[smirk at James.|ch1goosegeneralsmirk]] * [[shrug before leaving with your pet in tow - it’s more amusing this way.|ch2goosegeneralleave]]<</if>>

You laugh softly as you dig into your pocket and pull out a mixture of grass, berries, and seeds. $petname follows you over to a patch of grass where you set the mixture down. “Here’s a little treat,” you say. You step back and he starts digging his beak into the grass. After a few minutes, $petname turns to you and lets out another loud honk, clearly satisfied with your choice of snack. You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring warily at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, flapping his wings. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">>Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, you have a goose….named….Ripper.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how aggressive geese can be?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Ripper on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2gooseripperwelcome]] * [[tell Constantine it’s probably not a good idea to pet Ripper until he gets to know him more.|ch2gooseripperconstantine]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ch2rippergooseshrug]]<<elseif $petname is "Birdie">>Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “$mcname…that’s, uhm, a goose. Not a bird?” He raises an eyebrow at you. $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes at Felix. “Is your brain mush? Geese are birds.” Felix scoffs. “Whatever. It’s not bird enough to be called ‘Birdie’.” He crosses his arms. Constantine clears his throat. “Anyway…can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Birdie on the head and say, "Welcome Home Birdie!"|ch2birdiegoosewelcome]] * [[tell Constantine it’s probably not a good idea to pet Birdie until he gets to know him more.|ch2goosebirdienopet]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Birdie away.|ch2birdiegooseleave]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a goose. Not a pet.” $petname begins shrieking at James, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the aggressive bird, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2gooselaughtergeneral]] * [[smirk at James.|ch1goosegeneralsmirk]] * [[shrug before leaving with your pet in tow - it’s more amusing this way.|ch2goosegeneralleave]]<</if>>

Shortly after your Harbinger ball, you had Anna head to the capital and commission a specially made crown for your goose. You glance over at a guard and he quickly pulls the crown out and hands it to you. You give him a grateful nod and turn back to $petname. The gold is cool against your fingers, a relief from the heat of the season. “Sit, $petname.” He sits and tilts his head curiously at you. You can’t help but smile at him as you place the crown on his head. “Alright, //now// you’re ready to meet your subjects.” You begin walking, calling for $petname to follow you. He stays behind you as your climb the stairs. The guards slowly open the door, one of them staring warily at $petname as if he’ll dive for a bite any minute. As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with James. He grins. “So, we’re finally going to meet $petname?” At that moment, the pet of honor bounds through the doors and stops in front of you, flapping his wings. Anna’s perched in a corner, scanning everyone with an amused look. The Queen stares at $petname, dead in the eyes. “$mcname, is this some sort of joke?” <<if $petname is "Ripper">>Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “So, you have a goose….named….Ripper.” He turns his impressed gaze to you. “This is better than I expected.” $Frederick throws $fhis brother an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how aggressive geese can be?” Felix scoffs. “Please, $mcname isn’t going to let $hisher pet rip apart someone so gorgeous.” He winks at his $fsibling, who rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine clears his throat. “Can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Ripper on the head and say, "Welcome Home, Ripper!"|ch2gooseripperwelcome]] * [[tell Constantine it’s probably not a good idea to pet Ripper until he gets to know him more.|ch2gooseripperconstantine]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Ripper away.|ch2rippergooseshrug]]<<elseif $petname is "Birdie">>Before you can respond, Felix blurts out, “$mcname…that’s, uhm, a goose. Not a bird?” He raises an eyebrow at you. $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes at Felix. “Is your brain mush? Geese are birds.” Felix scoffs. “Whatever. It’s not bird enough to be called ‘Birdie’.” He crosses his arms. Constantine clears his throat. “Anyway…can I pet him?” James gives his best friend an incredulous look. Margaret chuckles lightly from across the room where she’s perched in the corner opposite Anna. “Are you that tired of James that you’d risk getting your throat ripped out?” You… * [[pat Birdie on the head and say, "Welcome Home Birdie!"|ch2birdiegoosewelcome]] * [[tell Constantine it’s probably not a good idea to pet Birdie until he gets to know him more.|ch2goosebirdienopet]] * [[shrug your shoulders at them all and lead Birdie away.|ch2birdiegooseleave]]<<else>>James scratches the back of his head. “Uhm…this is a goose. Not a pet.” $petname begins shrieking at James, clearly offended. You narrow your eyes at your twin. “He //is// a pet. My pet.” James nods hastily. “R-Right!” Constantine elbows James and leans over to whisper, “Maybe don’t offend the aggressive bird, yeah?” You… * [[join in on the laughter.|ch2gooselaughtergeneral]] * [[smirk at James.|ch1goosegeneralsmirk]] * [[shrug before leaving with your pet in tow - it’s more amusing this way.|ch2goosegeneralleave]]<</if>>

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your precious pet and give him some lovely scratches behind his ears. “Welcome Home, Ripper!” Ripper honks loudly. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. Finally, Ripper’s head starts to droop and you can see his eyes blinking slowly. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You give Constantine a small smile. “I’d advise against attempting to pet, hug, cuddle, or any other type of physical attention. Not until Ripper becomes more familiar with you.” You don’t miss the disappointed look in Constantine’s eyes. “It’s for your safety - honestly,” you add. He sighs. “I understand,” he says. Then he grins at Ripper. “Just means I’ll have to bribe affection from you with treats, Ripper.” At the word treats, Ripper lets out a loud honk. You shake your head in amusement. If you’re not careful, Constantine will make your goose fat. Finally, Ripper’s head starts to droop and you can see his eyes blinking slowly. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Ripper in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Ripper away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Ripper in tow. You glance over your shoulder and see Ripper flap his wings and hiss at James as he walks by. James sucks in a breath. You turn your head back around, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Your lips twitch but you resist a smile. Instead, you turn to your precious pet and give him some lovely scratches behind his ears. “Welcome Home, Birdie!” Birdie honks loudly. You can tell from his eyes that he’s enjoying all of the attention. Finally, Birdie’s head starts to droop and you can see his eyes blinking slowly. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Birdie in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You give Constantine a small smile. “I’d advise against attempting to pet, hug, cuddle, or any other type of physical attention. Not until Birdie becomes more familiar with you.” You don’t miss the disappointed look in Constantine’s eyes. “It’s for your safety - honestly,” you add. He sighs. “I understand,” he says. Then he grins at Birdie. “Just means I’ll have to bribe affection from you with treats, Birdie.” At the word treats, Birdie lets out a loud honk. You shake your head in amusement. If you’re not careful, Constantine will make your goose fat. Finally, Birdie’s head starts to droop and you can see his eyes blinking slowly. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, Birdie in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug your shoulders at everyone and begin leading Ripper away. You can’t be bothered to respond. Besides, it’s more entertaining this way. James’ mouth falls open as you walk past him, Birdie in tow. You glance over your shoulder and see Birdie flap his wings and hiss at James as he walks by. James sucks in a breath. You turn your head back around, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Everyone laughs at Constantine’s words, except for James, who looks around in disbelief, particularly at your mother. “Really, mom? Even you? This is absurd!” Vivian bites her lip, turning her face away from view for a moment. Finally, she glances over at you. “Your brother’s right. You call this a //pet//?” You grin at her. “No, silly, I call him $petname.” Vivian sighs, but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “I concede. James will have to fight this battle alone.” James narrows his eyes at your mother. $petname’s head starts to droop and you can see his eyes blinking slowly. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you should listen to your friend. Lest my big scary goose feast on your bones.” You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.” $petname hisses at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine. You can’t help but chuckle. $petname’s head starts to droop and you can see his eyes blinking slowly. “Are you sleepy? I bet the trip here wore you out.” You begin walking toward your room, $petname in tow. “Until later!” you call out to the others. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

You shrug, not bothered by the implication that your goose is aggressive. It’s not really an incorrect notion, in all honestly. But he’s usually only aggressive when he’s being protective. And he’s //quite// protective of you. As you begin walking toward the castle hallway, $petname waddles along behind you. When you turn your head to look over your shoulder, you see $petname walking by James’ feet while flapping his wings and hissing. James sucks in a breath. You turn your head back around, a small smile on your face. After welcoming your lovely $pettype $petname to the castle, you met up with Aurelius, who took $petname for naptime since you had some other duties to attend to. [[Before you knew it, a few days had passed.]] So is the life of a future $futuretitle.

Your father introduced you to the science of growing crops all those years ago. You crouch down in front of the soil and pull out your gloves. You’ve already prepared me your soil, so now you just need to plant your seeds, which are for… * [[grapes, which you can use to make wine.|ch2plantcrops][$ch2plantedgrapes to true]] * [[marshmallow root and grapes, which you can use to create a poultice that can aid in the recovery of burns or wounds.|ch2plantcrops][$ch2plantedmarshmallowrootandgrapes to true]] * [[mint, which can be used for insomnia.|ch2plantcrops][$ch2plantedmint to true]] * [[deadly nightshade, which can be used for poison.|ch2plantcrops][$ch2deadlynightshade to true]]

Your father introduced you to the art of growing flowers all those years ago. You crouch down in front of the soil and pull out your gloves. You’ve already prepared your soil, so now you just need to plant your seeds, which are for… * [[lavender, which can be used to soothe headaches, create perfume, or in bath oils.|ch2plantflowers][$ch2plantlavender to true]] * [[hellebore is a poisonous flower that is toxic to people and animals, especially when eaten.|ch2plantflowers][$ch2planthellebore to true]] * [[carnations, which can be used to make tea for anxiety, stress, and fatigue.|ch2plantflowers][$ch2plantcarnations to true]] * [[lotuses, which can be used to make cough syrup and fight against fever.|ch2plantflowers][$ch2plantlotuses to true]]

As you add the seeds to the soil, you can’t help but think of your father. <<nobr>>Your <<cycle "$glovecolor" autoselect>> <<option "midnight black">> <<option "sky blue">> <<option "wine purple">> <<option "blood red">> <<option "forest green">> <<option "muddy brown">> <</cycle>> gloves gently pack the soil as your father’s words come to mind. <</nobr>> //A gentle hand for the garden and a gentle hand for the kingdom. Both are required for growth, my dear.// You reach for the jug of water and pour it evenly across the soil. <<if $ch2plantedgrapes is true>> It will take some time but once your grapes ripen, you’ll be able to make some wine. And then you can drink your wine, save it for a special occasion, or gift it to someone.<</if>><<if $ch2plantedmarshmallowrootandgrapes is true>> It will take some time but once your marshmallow root blooms and your grapes ripen, you’ll be able to make a poultice for burns and wounds. And then you can carry it with you in case of emergency or gift it to someone else.<</if>><<if $ch2plantedmint is true>> It will take some time but once your mint blooms, you can use it in tea, food, or a poultice to relieve insomnia, whether for yourself or someone else.<</if>><<if $ch2deadlynightshade is true>> It will take some time but once your deadly nightshade blooms, you can use it to create poison. Whether you choose to keep that on hand for yourself or give it to someone else for their use, will be up to you.<</if>> Having planted your crops and sufficiently watered your soil, you stand, brushing off your clothes. You’ll check on your garden soon, although the palace gardeners will ensure it receives the care it needs while you are otherwise occupied. Finished for the day, you tuck away your gloves for now. In the distance, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

As you add the seeds to the soil, you can’t help but think of your father. <<nobr>>Your <<cycle "$glovecolor" autoselect>> <<option "midnight black">> <<option "sky blue">> <<option "wine purple">> <<option "blood red">> <<option "forest green">> <<option "muddy brown">> <</cycle>> gloves gently pack the soil as your father’s words come to mind. <</nobr>> //A gentle hand for the garden and a gentle hand for the kingdom. Both are required for growth, my dear.// You reach for the jug of water and pour it evenly across the soil. <<if $ch2plantlavender is true>> It will take some time but once your lavender blooms, you’ll be able to use it in a variety of ways, including to soothe headaches, create perfume, or in bath oils. You could even make a gift for someone else.<</if>><<if $ch2planthellebore is true>> It will take some time but once your hellebore blooms, you’ll have a powerful poison at your hands. What you plan to use it for remains to be seen…<</if>><<if $ch2plantcarnations is true>> It will take some time for your carnations to bloom, but once they do, you can use them to make tea for anxiety, stress, and fatigue. You may want to use it for yourself or gift the blend to someone else.<</if>><<if $ch2plantlotuses is true>> It will take some time, but once your lotuses bloom, you can use them to make a cough syrup that fights fevers from wounds and infections.<</if>> Having planted your flowers and sufficiently watered your soil, you stand, brushing off your clothes. You’ll check on your garden soon, although the palace gardeners will ensure it receives the care it needs while you are otherwise occupied. Finished for the day, you tuck away your gloves for now. In the distance, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

The tension lingering between the two of you crawls across your skin, burrowing its way into your bones. <<if $fexlove is true>>An uncomfortable tension from this $fman who once held your heart. Who once knew your love. And who abandoned all that you offered.<<elseif $fexlove is false>>An uncomfortable tension from this $fman who was once a trusted friend who knew you like no other. Who abandoned all that you offered.<</if>> $fHis rich golden fingers grip $fhis bow as if $fhe must be ready to defend $fhimself. Before you can decide what to say or if you should simply leave, $fhe walks closer, $fhis green eyes darkening as $fhe inches further from the sun and comes to a stop a few feet in front of you. “Can we talk? I owe you an explanation about why I left. I want to get it all out in the open.” You… * [[shrug, hoping this won’t take long.|ch2talkwfshrug]] * [[won’t admit it but you look forward to spending time together, even if the topic isn’t ideal.|ch2talkwfflirt][$flirt +=2]] * [[eargerly look forward to finally getting answers.|ch2talkwfanswers]] * [[are suspicious of the timing of the Faramund siblings’ return.|ch2talkwfsus]]

Your father’s journal dates back to even before you were born. You flip to the page dated… * [[...Solis Occasum Cycle 896. "I met the loveliest woman named Vivian today…"|ch2percivalsjournalmeetingvivian]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 900. "Twins! We brought twins into this world…"|ch2percivalsjournaltwins]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 909. "The coup failed, but I cannot consider this a success…"|ch2percivalsjournalcoup]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 911. "We are at war…"|ch2readpercyjournwar]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 916. "The twins are sixteen today…"|ch2readpercivalsjournaltwinssixteen]] * [[…I’m finished reading his journal.|ch2finishreadingpercivalsjournal]] * [[...actually, I don’t want to read my father’s journal.|chapter2hobbyreadingandwriting][$readpercivalsjournal to false]]

//This poetry could be triggering, so please consider carefully if you want to read it. Warnings: possible violence, possible depression, possible mention of death, possible grief. Possible because it depends on which you read. The last option will let you go back and choose to do something else.// Which poem would you like to read? * [[“Stardust”|ch2readpoetrystardust]] * [[“The Consequences of Compromise”|ch2readpoetrycompromise]] * [[“The Silence That Follows”|ch2readpoetrysilenceafterdeath]] * [[“The Coming Days”|ch2readpoetrycomingdays]] * [[“To Exist is to Cause Suffering”|ch2readpoetrycausesuffering]] * [[I’m finished reading poetry.|ch2finishedreadingpoetry]] * [[Actually, I don’t want to read any of this poetry.|chapter2hobbyreadingandwriting][$readpoetry to false]]

//Solis Occasum Cycle 896// //I met the loveliest woman today, her name is Vivian.// //No, the word lovely is not accurate enough. It does not do her justice. For she sent my heart sprinting the moment I met her eyes.// //The moment that I realized I could never want another.// //Never love another.// //It sounds ridiculous, I know. I know!// //But I speak the truth.// //I feel as if I left behind my happiness when I said goodbye to her.// //But I had to leave and return to the capital. The weight of the kingdom will not wait while I, a lovesick man, yearn for this divine woman.// //I swear she was placed on this Earth by the hands of the gods. She has the cunning of Eurybia and the beauty of Aurora. There is no one like her in this whole world.// //I must see her again.// You flip to the page dated… * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 900. “Twins! We brought twins into this world…”|ch2percivalsjournaltwins]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 909. “The coup failed, but I cannot consider this a success…”|ch2percivalsjournalcoup]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 911. “We are at war…”|ch2 * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 916. “The twins are sixteen today…|ch2readpercivalsjournaltwinssixteen]] * [[…I’m finished reading his journal.|ch2finishreadingpercivalsjournal]]

//Solis Occassum Cycle 900// //We brought twins into this world.// //Well, perhaps I should say Vivian labored them into this world while I held her hand with bated breath.// //The midwife huffed when I refused to leave. But I was not going to leave my wife. I was not going to miss the birth of my child. Children. Two of them! What an unexpected surprise. But the Oracle insisted that this was a blessing from the gods.// //I know not if that is true. For what have I done to earn the blessing of the gods? But I won’t argue that this is a blessing.// //Vivian is asleep next to me and the babes are sleeping in their cribs a few feet away.// //I have not been this happy since the day I married Vivian.// //Who will my children be? I only hope they always feel the love of their parents.// //I will do anything to protect them.// //Anything.// You flip to the page dated… * [[...Solis Occasum Cycle 896. “I met the loveliest woman named Vivian today…”|ch2percivalsjournalmeetingvivian]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 909. “The coup failed, but I cannot consider this a success…”|ch2percivalsjournalcoup]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 911. “We are at war…”|ch2 * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 916. “The twins are sixteen today…|ch2readpercivalsjournaltwinssixteen]] * [[…I’m finished reading his journal.|ch2finishreadingpercivalsjournal]]

//Solis Occassum Cycle 909// //The coup failed, but I cannot consider this a success.// //How I have always known that life is not black and white. No, most of it is perplexing grey.// //Still, I feel sick thinking about what we’ve done.// //But Vivian’s siblings were murdered. And we could not allow our children to be next.// //So, we put the traitors down. Slaughtered them.// //My hands are not clean.// //But my children are safe. My wife is safe.// //And for that, I know that I would raise my blade again.// You flip to the page dated… * [[...Solis Occasum Cycle 896. “I met the loveliest woman named Vivian today…”|ch2percivalsjournalmeetingvivian]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 900. “Twins! We brought twins into this world…”|ch2percivalsjournaltwins]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 911. “We are at war…”|ch2 * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 916. “The twins are sixteen today…|ch2readpercivalsjournaltwinssixteen]] * [[…I’m finished reading his journal.|ch2finishreadingpercivalsjournal]]

//Solis Occassum Cycle 916// //The twins are sixteen today. I leave in a few weeks for a foreign land.// //Or rather, we leave. James does not know yet, but he’s going with me.// //My faith in the gods has always wavered. For there are too many unanswered questions. But I’ve known since that night with the Oracle that this is necessary.// //I never wanted either of my children to see this bloodshed firsthand. But one of them must.// //And it should be James. He must learn what it means to be a monarch. Maybe if he learns earlier than I did, he will not make the same mistakes.// //Will not be the cause of the death of so many others.// //Or perhaps we will all fail in our roles and Castelon will burn with us still inside the walls.// //The twins are sixteen today.// //Far too young to be thrust into this mess.// //And far too old to continue on in complete ignorance.// You flip to the page dated… * [[...Solis Occasum Cycle 896. “I met the loveliest woman named Vivian today…”|ch2percivalsjournalmeetingvivian]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 900. “Twins! We brought twins into this world…”|ch2percivalsjournaltwins]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 909. “The coup failed, but I cannot consider this a success…”|ch2percivalsjournalcoup]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 911. “We are at war…”|ch2 * [[…I’m finished reading his journal.|ch2finishreadingpercivalsjournal]]

Having finished reading some of your father’s journal entries, you place his journal in the drawer next to yours and decide to leave the room. You head to the castle grounds for some fresh air. Shortly after beginning your walk, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

''Stardust'' //I hate how the// //city lights// //snuff out// //the stars// //In one breath// //I feel closer to destiny// //than ever,// //yet farther in the next.// //The agony of knowing that// //the beauty I seek is// //unreachable and unrecognizable// //but it’s there.// //What wouldn’t I give// //to feel the stars on// //my skin,// //while they obliterate me// //– while they make me whole,// //again.// Which poem would you like to read next? * [[“The Consequences of Compromise”|ch2readpoetrycompromise]] * [[“The Silence That Follows”|ch2readpoetrysilenceafterdeath]] * [[“The Coming Days”|ch2readpoetrycomingdays]] * [[“To Exist is to Cause Suffering”|ch2readpoetrycausesuffering]] * [[I’m finished reading poetry.|ch2finishedreadingpoetry]]

''The Consequences of Compromise'' //There is a quiet irony,// //or, perhaps agony// //in wanting to be accepted// //but not wanting to change.// //And in wanting to be understood// //but not being able to open ourselves.// //But there is no living in this// //world without compromise.// //And there is no compromise// //without letting a piece of// //yourself die.// Which poem would you like to read next? * [[“Stardust”|ch2readpoetrystardust]] * [[“The Silence That Follows”|ch2readpoetrysilenceafterdeath]] * [[“The Coming Days”|ch2readpoetrycomingdays]] * [[“To Exist is to Cause Suffering”|ch2readpoetrycausesuffering]] * [[I’m finished reading poetry.|ch2finishedreadingpoetry]]

''The Silence That Follows'' //Sometimes all I think about is you.// //A night that turned from// //living to surviving.// //Weeks that left surviving// //and ended in your dying.// //Adamantly you denied regrets// //but I wondered if the// //tears in your eyes were// //more than fear.// //And I wonder now how// //much of your damaged mind// //understood those labored// //breaths were the final ride.// //This silence speaks volumes// //of my regret.// //Sometimes all I think about it you.// Which poem would you like to read next? * [[“Stardust”|ch2readpoetrystardust]] * [[“The Consequences of Compromise”|ch2readpoetrycompromise]] * [[“The Coming Days”|ch2readpoetrycomingdays]] * [[“To Exist is to Cause Suffering”|ch2readpoetrycausesuffering]] * [[I’m finished reading poetry.|ch2finishedreadingpoetry]]

''The Coming Days'' //Reach inside —// //let me know what you find.// //I’ll tell you what I found:// //misery// //and a sense of despair.// //Anxiety for the coming days// //and what they hold.// //A grave emptiness// //that I cannot shake.// //How do you fill a void// //that you never knew existed?// //How do you pick yourself up// //and find a light to follow?// //They tell me to just keep going.// //I guess that’s worked so far —// //if the point was to// //lose myself.// Which poem would you like to read next? * [[“Stardust”|ch2readpoetrystardust]] * [[“The Consequences of Compromise”|ch2readpoetrycompromise]] * [[“The Silence That Follows”|ch2readpoetrysilenceafterdeath]] * [[“To Exist is to Cause Suffering”|ch2readpoetrycausesuffering]] * [[I’m finished reading poetry.|ch2finishedreadingpoetry]]

''To Exist is to Cause Suffering'' //Bitter// //Sweet// //somehow incomplete.// //The wind dies down,// //summer saunters in// //like the seasons, people leave,// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end —// //all is gone// //nothing is complete// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave// //behind.// Which poem would you like to read next? * [[“Stardust”|ch2readpoetrystardust]] * [[“The Consequences of Compromise”|ch2readpoetrycompromise]] * [[“The Silence That Follows”|ch2readpoetrysilenceafterdeath]] * [[“The Coming Days”|ch2readpoetrycomingdays]] * [[I’m finished reading poetry.|ch2finishedreadingpoetry]]

Having finished reading some poems from //Poetry for the Broken//, you place the book back in the middle of the desk and decide to leave the room. You head to the castle grounds for some fresh air. Shortly after beginning your walk, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

//Solis Occasum Cycle 911// //We are at war.// //What else is there to say?// //We used the discovery of their kidnapping of Castelonians for our declaration.// //But that was only an excuse.// //A rebellion began to rise.// //Our own people, poisoned by our cousins across the sea.// //My hands are not free of blood. But I cannot regret preventing the murder of my children.// //Even if it means I had dozens slaughtered.// //I believe I finally understand my mother’s last words: “My darling, Percival, it is not possible to be benevolent and rule. You must choose one.” //I fear for the future of my children.// //For this burden that must be borne.// //For the people they must become.// You flip to the page dated… * [[...Solis Occasum Cycle 896. “I met the loveliest woman named Vivian today…”|ch2percivalsjournalmeetingvivian]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 900. “Twins! We brought twins into this world…”|ch2percivalsjournaltwins]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 909. “The coup failed, but I cannot consider this a success…”|ch2percivalsjournalcoup]] * [[...Solis Occassum Cycle 916. “The twins are sixteen today…|ch2readpercivalsjournaltwinssixteen]] * [[…I’m finished reading his journal.|ch2finishreadingpercivalsjournal]]

Your eyes scan the rack of swords, many of which you practiced with when you were trained over the years by your father and Commander Augustus. Finally, your eyes land on a single sword and you reach for… * [[...the gladius with a golden hilt.|ch2swordtraining][$gladius to true]] * [[...the xiphos with a leather hilt.|ch2swordtraining][$xiphos to true]] * [[...the longsword for a two-handed grip.|ch2swordtraining][$longsword to true]] * [[...the sabre with handle style hilt and curved blade.|ch2swordtraining][$sabre to true]]

Your eyes scan the table of daggers, many of which you practiced with when you were trained over the years by your father and Commander Augustus. Finally, your eyes land on a pair of daggers and you reach for… * [[...the pugiones, long thrusting daggers typically used for close combat and assassinations.|ch2daggertraining][$pugionesdaggers to true]] * [[...the cross-hilt daggers, which resemble miniature swords.|ch2daggertraining][$crosshiltdaggers to true]] * [[...the rondel daggers, with a carved bone handle and a tapered needle point.|ch2daggertraining][$rondeldaggers to true]]

Your eyes scan the wall of bows, many of which you practiced with when you were trained over the years by your father and Commander Augustus. Once upon a time, $Frederick practiced with you. Finally, your eyes land on the bow you want… * [[...a composite bow|ch2archerytraining][$compositebow to true]] * [[...a gastraphetes, also called a crossbow or belly shooter|ch2archerytraining][$gastraphetesbow to true]]

<<if $gladius is true>>With your gladius in hand, you step head through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds<</if>><<if $xiphos is true>>With your xiphos in hand, you step head through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds.<</if>><<if $longsword is true>>With your longsword in hand, you step head through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds.<</if>><<if $sabre is true>>With your sabre in hand, you step head through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds.<</if>> Normally the training grounds are bustling with Knights and courtiers but it appears deserted today. With your sword in hand, you approach the training dummies. As you adjust your stance and raise your sword, a memory of training with Commander Augustus comes to mind. //”Get up!” He shouts as he looks down at you with a frown.// //You struggle to push yourself up, the blood from the cut on your arm pouring over your hand, creating a small pool in the dirt.// //He sighs and runs a hand through his graying hair and extends a hand to pull you up. He pays no mind to the blood as your hand grips his.// //”If this were not a training session, what would you do, $royaltitle $mcname? Hmm? Would you allow the enemy to swing their sword through your neck?”// //A shiver runs down your spine as you lower your head.// //”Chin up!”// //You glance up uneasily and meet the Commander’s eyes.// //”Never bow your head to an enemy - bow to no one except your parents. This world does not care if you are ten years old, it will feed on your weakness.”// //Then he assumed his stance and raised his sword, you quickly fall into place, as your father taught you long ago.// Your sword cuts through the training dummy. Again and again, until there’s no dummy left. Having exerted yourself for the day, you sheath your sword and begin walking back toward the castle. In the distance, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

<<if $pugionesdaggers is true>> You step through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds with your pugiones daggers in hand. <</if>><<if $crosshiltdaggers is true>> You step through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds with your cross-hilt daggers in hand.<</if>><<if $rondeldaggers is true>> You step through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds with your rondel daggers in hand.<</if>> Normally the training grounds are bustling with Knights and courtiers but it appears deserted today. With your daggers ready, you approach the training dummies. As you adjust your stance and raise one of your daggers, a memory of training with your father comes to mind. //”Which is the most important skill for someone wielding a dagger?” your father asks, as he lurches toward you.// //You just barely avoid the swipe of his dagger as you move to the left. You answered incorrectly the last time he asked you this question. “A trick question,” you respond.// //The King chuckles as inches closer. “Correct,” he says. “There are two skills of equal importance. So, tell me $mcname, what are they?”// //You narrow your eyes at your father as his eyes flick to your right arm for a second. When he attempts to grab your arm, you spin out of the way. “Awareness and agility,” you state confidently.// //He takes a step back and grins at you. “And you demonstrated those perfectly. Well done, $mcname.”// Your daggers tear through the training dummy. Again and again, until there’s no dummy left. Having exerted yourself for the day, you sheath your daggers and begin walking back toward the castle. In the distance, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

<<if $compositebow is true>> With your composite bow in hand, you step through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds.<</if>><<if $gastraphetesbow>> With your gastraphetes crossbow in hand, you step through the double doors to the outdoor training grounds.<</if>> Normally the training grounds are bustling with Knights and courtiers but it appears deserted today. With your bow in hand, you grab an arrow and approach the training targets. You nick your arrow and draw it back, feeling the string tighten as a memory of $Frederick comes to mind. Of a time when you were first learning archery with a composite bow.<<if $gastraphetesbow is true>> It wasn’t until you were more experienced that you were able to start training with a crossbow.<</if>> <<if $fexlove is true and $touchaverse is false>>//$Frederick’s laughter fills your ears as you both watch your arrow fly past past the target. You throw $fhim a dirty look and $fhe immediately stops laughing, turning $fhis gaze to the ground. “S-sorry, $mcname!”// //Your lips twitch. $fHe get’s flustered so easily and you find it endearing. A sigh falls from your lips as you wonder what it would be like if you weren’t just friends. If you were something more…// //$Frederick clears $fhis throat. “Uhm, I could help you adjust your stance?” $fHis green eyes bore into your $mceyecolor eyes. You raise an eyebrow. $fHe shakes $fhis head. “Nevermind - that was a stupid idea.”// //$fHe turns away but you walk up and place your hand on $fhis shoulder. “Actually, I could use the help…” you say, trying to keep the eagerness out of your voice.// //$fHis eyes widen as $fhe glances at you. “Oh,” $fhe says, a smile on $fhis lips. “Okay!” You can’t help but smile back.// //You follow $fhim until $fhe comes to a stop. “Assume your stance,” $fhe says.// //You do as instructed and $fhe adjusts your elbows from behind, $fhis warmth sending a shiver down your spine. Then $fhe places both of $fhis hands on your face, keeping your head in place. “Don’t take your eyes off of the target for any reason,” $fhe whispers in your ear.// //You swallow, finding yourself unable to respond as $fhestretches $fhis arm out to cover your own and adjust the aim. “Release,” $fhe instructs.//<</if>><<if $fexlove is true and $touchaverse is true>>//$Frederick’s laughter fills your ears as you both watch your arrow fly past past the target. You throw $fhim a dirty look and $fhe immediately stops laughing, turning $fhis gaze to the ground. “S-sorry, $mcname!”// //Your lips twitch. $fHe get’s flustered so easily and you find it endearing. A sigh falls from your lips as you wonder what it would be like if you weren’t just friends. If you were something more…// //$Frederick clears $fhis throat. “Uhm, I could help you adjust your stance?” $fHis green eyes bore into your $mceyecolor eyes. You raise an eyebrow. $fHe shakes $fhis head. “Nevermind - that was a stupid idea.”// //$fHe turns away but your words stop him. “Actually, I could use the help…” you say, trying to keep the eagerness out of your voice.// //$fHis eyes widen as $fhe glances at you. “Oh,” $fhe says, a smile on $fhis lips. “Okay!” You can’t help but smile back.// //You follow $fhim until $fhe comes to a stop. “Assume your stance,” $fhe says.// //You do as instructed and $fhe gives you instructions for adjusting your elbows, even walking in front to give you a demonstration. Then $fhe places both of $fhis hands near your face, where you can see $fhis hands pointing forward. “Don’t take your eyes off of the target for any reason,” $fhe whispers close enough that you can feel $fhis breath.// //After $fhe gives you directions for adjusting your aim, $fhe says, “Release.”<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>//$Frederick’s laughter fills your ears as you both watch your arrow fly past past the target. You throw $fhim a dirty look and $fhe immediately stops laughing, turning $fhis gaze to the ground. “S-sorry, $mcname!”// //You laugh and roll your eyes at your best friend. “It’s alright - that was pretty rubbish, right?”// //$Frederick joins in with your laughter then $fhe clears $fhis throat. “Uhm, I could help you adjust your stance?” $fHis green eyes bore into your $mceyecolor eyes. You raise an eyebrow. $fHe shakes $fhis head. “Nevermind - that was a stupid idea.”// //$fHe turns away but your words stop him. “Actually, I could use the help…” you say, trying to keep the eagerness out of your voice.// //$fHis eyes widen as $fhe glances at you. “Oh,” $fhe says, a smile on $fhis lips. “Okay!” You can’t help but smile back.// //You follow $fhim until $fhe comes to a stop. “Assume your stance,” $fhe says.// //You do as instructed and $fhe gives you instructions for adjusting your elbows, even walking in front to give you a demonstration. Then $fhe places both of $fhis hands near your face, where you can see $fhis hands pointing forward. “Don’t take your eyes off of the target for any reason,” $fhe tells you.//<</if>> //After $fhe gives you directions for adjusting your aim, $fhe says, “Release.” Your arrow hits the target. Again and again. Until your fingers ache and you decide to stop for the day. Having exerted yourself for the day, you begin walking back toward the castle. In the distance, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

You shrug, hoping this will won’t take long. You’re tired from training and aren’t interested in being in $pluralf presence right now. $fHe frowns at your response and glances at the ground. $Frederick lets out a breath. “Alright, let’s have this conversation a bit further away from the castle.” $fHe begins walking toward the archery targets where the blanket is already covering a portion of the grass. You quietly walk beside $fhim, noticing as you get closer that the blanket is scattered with books, arrows, and snacks. $fHe mutters an apology as $fhe quickly moves the items to one central corner. $fHe sits down on one side and you… * <<link "sit down across from $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>> * [[sit down as far away as possible.|ch2fhearttoheartstarts][$ffriend -=2]] * <<link "sit down close enough to feel $fhis warmth without touching $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>>

You keep your face neutral but your heart beats a little quicker at the idea of spending time with $fhim. Maybe some part of you yearns to put this in the past and pick up where things left off. <<if $fexlove is true>>Pick up at the place where you first felt love for someone’s soul.<<elseif $fexlove is false>> Pick up at the place where friendship warmed your heart.<</if>> Or maybe you just want closure. Feelings are finicky and the lines are often blurred beyond comprehension. You clear your throat. “Sure, we can talk, $Frederick.” $fHe smiles slightly at your response, hope lingering in $fhis eyes. $Frederick lets out a breath. “Alright, let’s have this conversation a bit further away from the castle.” $fHe begins walking toward the archery targets where the blanket is already covering a portion of the grass. You quietly walk beside $fhim, noticing as you get closer that the blanket is scattered with books, arrows, and snacks. $fHe mutters an apology as $fhe quickly moves the items to one central corner. $fHe sits down on one side and you… * <<link "sit down across from $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>> * [[sit down as far away as possible.|ch2fhearttoheartstarts][$ffriend -=2]] * <<link "sit down close enough to feel $fhis warmth without touching $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>>

The idea of finally getting answers, //finally understanding// where things went wrong almost brings a smile to your face. How long had you wondered what //you// had done wrong? <<if $fexlove is true>> How long had you wondered why you weren’t enough for $fhis love?<</if>> You nod. “Alright, $Frederick, we can talk.” $fHe smiles slightly at your response, hope lingering in $fhis eyes. $Frederick lets out a breath. “Alright, let’s have this conversation a bit further away from the castle.” $fHe begins walking toward the archery targets where the blanket is already covering a portion of the grass. You quietly walk beside $fhim, noticing as you get closer that the blanket is scattered with books, arrows, and snacks. $fHe mutters an apology as $fhe quickly moves the items to one central corner. $fHe sits down on one side and you… * <<link "sit down across from $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>> * [[sit down as far away as possible.|ch2fhearttoheartstarts][$ffriend -=2]] * <<link "sit down close enough to feel $fhis warmth without touching $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>>

$Frederick and Felix left in the middle of the war and have returned after its end, after your father’s end. You know enough about the world to wonder if that could even be a coincidence. You nod. “Yes, let’s talk. It’s past time for that explanation.” $fHe frowns at your response and glances at the ground. $Frederick lets out a breath. “Alright, let’s have this conversation a bit further away from the castle.” $fHe begins walking toward the archery targets where the blanket is already covering a portion of the grass. You quietly walk beside $fhim, noticing as you get closer that the blanket is scattered with books, arrows, and snacks. $fHe mutters an apology as $fhe quickly moves the items to one central corner. $fHe sits down on one side and you… * <<link "sit down across from $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>> * [[sit down as far away as possible.|ch2fhearttoheartstarts][$ffriend -=2]] * <<link "sit down close enough to feel $fhis warmth without touching $fhim." "ch2fhearttoheartstarts">><</link>>

<<if $cooking is true>>You place your snack at the side, giving $fhim your full attention.<</if>> After you’re seated and comfortable, you turn your expectant gaze to $Frederick. $fHe doesn’t meet your gaze, $fhis own lingering on $fhis hands, which are interlocked. You watch as $fhis right thumb caresses $fhis left hand. A few seconds pass before $fhe speaks but $fhis gaze remains lowered. “I’ve thought of this moment hundreds of times. For years I wondered what it would be like to see you again. Until I lost hope of that. But then…” $fHe shakes $fhis head. “Let me start at the beginning.” $fHe leans back, spreading $fhis arms behind $fhim for support as $fhe stares into the darkening sky. <<if $fexlove is true>>”I meant what I said in the garden. I loved you. More than I had realized.” $fHe takes a shaky breath and glances at you, biting $fhis lip. Then $fhe smiles a little. “I missed you after we parted ways that night. I didn’t want to leave your side. I started to wonder if this was something I made up. Did it really happen? Did you really feel the same?”<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>"You were my best friend. And I //never// intended to leave you. Never. After your ball...I missed you, $mcname. I didn't want the night to end."<</if>> $fHe turns $fhis gaze back to the sky. “And then I found a letter that had been slipped under my door.” The smile fades from $fhis lips and a single tear glistens as it rolls down $fhis cheek and $fhe tells you, “It was my mother’s handwriting.” Your brows furrow. “But your parents are dead…” “Yes,” $fhe says, almost choking on the words. “I had the same thought. How could this be her writing? But I took it to Felix later and even he agreed, it was written by her.” “And what did it say?” you ask. With shaking fingers, $fhe pulls a letter from $fhis pocket and hands it to you. You gently take the letter, noticing indents and smudged writing. How many times has $fhe read it? * [[You open the letter.|ch2readfletterfrommom.]]

//My Dearest $Frederick,// //You are a good and kind soul. A soft soul.// //A soul that is not made for this hard world. This harsh, unforgiving cesspool.// //I wrote this letter in case of your father and I’s death.// //A friend has ensured it will make it to your hands.// //Your father and I vowed to create a better life for you and Felix.// //When you were born, we betrothed you to a baby girl named Lucille. She resides in the Kingdom of Ravenna and is waiting for you.// //Her dowry is 10,000 drachma. Enough for you and your brother to live comfortably for a long time.// //Your father earned this betrothal through loyalty. We made sacrifices to secure this future for you. I beg you not let it go to waste.// //To not let our deaths be for nothing.// //A ship leaves tonight, our friend has included tickets for your departure. Lucille is expecting you.// //Let this be my last wish, my dear $Frederick.// //Your loving mother,// //Filia Faramund// <<link "You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to $Frederick, whose green gaze bores into you." "You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to">><</link>>

//”Tell me what to make of this world, broken in its ways…”// <<if $softangelicsinger is true>>As the lyrics flow softly from your lips, your mind replays a memory of your mother.<</if>><<if $quiethuskysinger is true>>As the lyrics flow quietly from your lips, your mind replays a memory of your mother.<</if>><<if $boomingvelveltysinger>>As the lyrics boom from your lips, your mind replays a memory of your mother.<</if>> //Your mother looks up from her sheet music and smiles at you. “The gods have bestowed this blessing of sound upon you. Do not let it go to waste, darling.”// //You tilt your head at her, your curious $mceyecolor eyes searching hers. “Why is it considered a blessing to be talented in musical ways?”// //She smiles and turns back to her lyrics. “Because music heals our souls, $mcname. And it brings us together as people. That’s why we have music at our festivals and our events.” You spend the next few hours singing until you throat begs for relief. Having enjoyed but also exhausted yourself, you head to the castle grounds for a refreshing walk. It’s late enough in the day that the blistering summer sun is starting to fall. Shortly after beginning your walk, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

//”Tell me what to make of this world, broken in its ways…”// <<if $softangelicsinger is true>>As the lyrics flow softly from your lips and your fingers play the strings, your mind replays a memory of your mother.<</if>><<if $quiethuskysinger is true>>As the lyrics flow quietly from your lips and your fingers play the strings, your mind replays a memory of your mother.<</if>><<if $boomingvelveltysinger>>As the lyrics boom from your lips and your fingers play the strings, your mind replays a memory of your mother.<</if>> //Your mother looks up from her sheet music and smiles at you. “The gods have bestowed this blessing of sound upon you. Do not let it go to waste, darling.”// //You tilt your head at her, your curious $mceyecolor eyes searching hers. “Why is it considered a blessing to be talented in musical ways?”// //She smiles and turns back to her lyrics. “Because music heals our souls, $mcname. And it brings us together as people. That’s why we have music at our festivals and our events.” You spend the next few hours with your lyre until your fingers ache and you throat begs for relief. Having enjoyed but also exhausted yourself, you head to the castle grounds for a refreshing walk. It’s late enough in the day that the blistering summer sun is starting to fall. Shortly after beginning your walk, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

As your fingers guide the strings in harmony, your mind replays a memory of your mother. //Your mother looks up from her sheet music and smiles at you. “The gods have bestowed this blessing of sound upon you. Do not let it go to waste, darling.”// //You tilt your head at her, your curious $mceyecolor eyes searching hers. “Why is it considered a blessing to be talented in musical ways?”// //She smiles and turns back to her lyrics. “Because music heals our souls, $mcname. And it brings us together as people. That’s why we have music at our festivals and our events.”// You spend the next few hours with your lyre until your fingers ache. Having enjoyed but also exhausted yourself, you head to the castle grounds for a refreshing walk. It’s late enough in the day that the blistering summer sun is starting to fall. Shortly after beginning your walk, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

<<if $applepie is true>>After carefully kneading your dough for the pie crust, you place it in the round baking dish before filling it with the apple mixture that you cooked beforehand. Once you’ve finished covering the pie with a crisscross pattern, you walk over to the back wall and place it in the clay oven for baking. It takes around an hour for your pie to finish cooking. After allowing it to cool off, you transfer it to a plate.<</if>><<if $dumplings is true>>After making the syrup for your dumplings by adding sugar, water, and honey to a boil pot, you add it to a cooler pan. Next, you mix the rest of your ingredients until it becomes porridge like and then cover it so it can rise. You pour olive oil into a hot pan to prepare it for frying the dumplings. After squeezing your dough into balls, you add it into the oil, frying each dumpling twice until each one is golden and crispy. Finally, you drop them into the cooled syrup and sprinkle with cinnamon before moving them into a bowl.<</if>><<if $pancakes is true>>First, you mix water, flour, salt, and honey in a bowl to create a batter for your pancakes. Next, you ensure that your pan is ready for frying by adding a spoonful of olive oil to the pan. Then you pour your batter into the pan, allowing each pancake to cook for about four minutes, flipping each side to so it become golden-brown. Finally finished with frying your pancakes, you transfer them to a plate and drizzle with honey.<</if>><<if $porksausage is true>>Pork is the most popular meat in Castelon, as it is widely available and affordable for most Castelonians. You first season your pork sausage some herbs, fennel seeds, and leeks. Afterward, you ensure the olive oil is hot in the pan before adding your sausage. After a short time, the delicious scent fills the kitchen. Once you’re sure your sausage is cooked, you transfer it to a plate.<</if>> With your dish in hand, you decide to head out to the castel grounds to find a quiet place to eat your snack. But before you can find a place to eat, you hear the loosening of an arrow and then the impact as it hits its target. You follow the sound until you come to an empty clearing, devoid of people, except one. $Frederick. * [[Your eyes meet a pair of green ones.|ch2fhearttoheart]]

Having read the letter, you… <ul> <li><<if $ch2fhthq1 is false>>[[ask, "You left for money?"|ch2fhtohleftformoney][$ch2fhthq1 to true]]<</if>></li> <li><<if $ch2fhthq2 is false>>[[ask, "And Felix agreed to this?"|ch2fhtohfelixonboard][$ch2fhthq2 to true]]<</if>></li> <li><<if $fexlove is true>>[[say, "So, ten-thousand drachma are worth more than my love."|ch2fhtohworthmore][$ch2fhthq4]]<</if>></li> <li>[[I don’t have any more questions.|ch2fhthqcomplete_1]]</li> </ul>

It’s silent for a few intense moments and it seems neither of you is willing to speak. Finally, $Frederick clears $fhis throat and sits up properly, drawing in a shaky breath as $fhe clasps $fhis hands together. $fHe doesn’t dare look at you. “I don’t know if I gave you any of the answers you wanted, but I hope so.” “It’s a start,” you say. “But I still don’t understand who this ‘friend’ that slipped the letter to you is.” $fHe nods. “Neither do I. And I’ve spent years trying to find out, but to no avail. I hate to ask a favor, but would you be willing to help me investigate the matter?” $fHe looks at you from the corner of $fhis eye. You chuckle a bit and shake your head before sighing. “Is it really a favor if we both want to know? I just find it peculiar - the timing, I mean. So, yes, I’ll look into this.” $fHe meets your gaze this time. “Thank you, $mcname,” $fhe says softly. You only nod before standing up. It’s getting late, you’re tired, and you have a lot of things to think about. “I should go,” you tell $fhim. $fHe stands as well. “Before you go…” You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at $fhis shaky voice. $fHe bites $fhis lip, deciding on something. “Do you think…do you think you could ever forgive me?” You stare into those hopeful green eyes and say… * [["Perhaps one day, but not yet."|ch2fhthforgiveness][$fnotforgivenyet to true]] * [["I’ll never forgive you for abandoning me."|ch2fhthforgiveness][$fneverforgive to true]] //(There will be no option to forgive $Frederick later in the game or enter into a relationship with $fhim, should you wish to.)// * [["Perhaps one day, but I will never trust you again."|ch2fhthforgiveness][$fmaybeforgivebutnottrust to true]] //(There will be no option to enter into a relationship with $Frederick later in the game, should you wish to.)// * [["I forgive you now. But I will never trust you again."|ch2fhthforgiveness][$fforgivenbutnotrustagain to true]] //(There will be no option to enter into a relationship with $Frederick later in the game, should you wish to.)// * [["I forgive you now. But I don’t trust you fully, yet."|ch2fhthforgiveness][$fforgivenbutnotrustyet to true]] * [["I forgive you now. Let’s move forward, together."|ch2fhthforgiveness][$fforgiven to true]]

You look into $pluralf eyes and ask, “You left Castelon for money?” $Frederick looks down at $fhis hands, shame on $fhis face. “Felix was working three jobs to provide for us, to take care of me…” $Frederick looks up at you with glassy eyes. “I thought this would make it better. I never wanted to leave. <<if $fexlove is true>>I never would have left you otherwise.<</if>> But Felix made so many sacrifices for me…why shouldn’t I have had to make one, too?” $Frederick wipes the tears from $fhis cheeks and moves $fhis gaze back to $fhis hands. "A-And our parents...d-died for this." You… * [[think about whether to ask more questions.|You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to]] (Return to Questions) * [[yearn to reach out and provide comfort, but you don’t.|ch2fhthyearntocomfort][$fflirt +=2]] ❤️

You raise an eyebrow at $Frederick. “And Felix really agreed to this plan? He really just up and left at your decision.” $fHe sighs. “Not at first. But I told him I would just go by myself and send the money back to him. He wasn’t happy but he said he would never let anything separate us, so he came along.” You… * [[think about whether to ask more questions.|You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to]] (Return to Questions) * [[mention the letter Felix left you the night they left.|ch2fhthfelixletter]]

You let out a frustrated sigh. “So, ten-thousand drachma is worth more than my love.” $fHis mouth opens in shock, unsure what to say before $fhe quickly shakes $fhis head. “That’s not - that’s //not// true, $mcname.” $fHe frowns, ignoring the tears falling as $fhe stares intently into your eyes. “I understand you may be angry or frustrated or hate me. And -” $fhe stops for a moment, closing $fhis eyes and taking a deep breath. “And that’s fine, that’s more than fine.” $fHis eyes snap back open. “But nothing has //ever// meant more to me than your love. Than that night in the garden when you told me how you felt. I’d already loved you for years before then.” * <<link "The sky darkens and you watch as inklings of stars begin to fill the desolate space." "You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to">><</link>>

Your fingers twitch as you watch $fhim take deep breath. But as desperate as your heart is to reach out and comfort $Frederick, your mind overpowers that desire. You need answers first. * [[Return to Questions|You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to]]

“You didn’t say goodbye or even leave a letter. But Felix did. Why is that?” You ask, your voice hard as you feel your body warm. $Frederick’s mouth parts slightly and $fhe looks at you in a way that reminds you of how broken you felt after $fhe left. “I didn’t know Felix had left you a letter…” You tilt your head, studying $fhis furrowed brows. “Well, he did,” you say, crossing your arms. “And he apologized on your behalf.” <<if $dancedwithfelixinstead is true>>$fHe laughs dryly. “I suppose it makes sense why you danced with him at the ball then.”<</if>> $fHe runs a hand through $fhis hair. “I couldn’t bring myself to face you. It was cowardly. //I’m cowardly.// Then. Now. But I knew that if I looked into your eyes… <<if $fexlove is true>>The eyes of the one I love.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>The eyes of my best friend, who trusted me more than anyone in the world.<</if>> I knew that I wouldn’t be able to leave. And I had to. I had to try and make up for my brother’s suffering.” $Frederick moves $fhis gaze to the sky. “Felix has been a selfless brother and parent to me, $mcname. How could I not take my one opportunity to give him the freedom to live life before it was gone? He deserves happiness.” That startling green gaze turns back to your own $mceyecolor eyes. “My //only// regret is that I didn’t account for //your// happiness. And for that, I’m truly sorry, $mcname.” * [[Return to Questions|You carefully fold the letter back up and hand it to]]

<<if $fnotforgivenyet is true>>Although it’s been five years, being around $Frederick again means the wound of $fhis leaving has reopened. But you have some answers now. And you’re not blind to understanding why $fhe left. You smile at $fhim softly. “It’s too soon for me to say that I forgive you. Perhaps one day, but not yet.” Despite your rejection of the idea of forgiving $fhim at this time, $fhe smiles and the hope never leaves $fhis eyes. “Thank you, $mcname. For hearing me out - and for considering me as someone who may be able to earn your forgiveness. I’ll do what I can to make things right.” You nod and turn your back to begin walking back to the castle. “Goodnight, $Frederick.” “Goodnight.”<</if>><<if $fneverforgive is true>>Although it’s been five years, being around $Frederick again means the wound of $fhis leaving has reopened. But you have some answers now. Still, you know that you can never forgive $fhim for leaving, for that way that $fhe hurt you. You take a deep breath, knowing that once you speak these words, there is no turning back. Your gaze softens momentarily. “You did what you felt needed to be done for yourself, for your brother. And I understand that. You were doing what you thought was right,” you tell $fhim. $Frederick starts to smile as you look into $fhis eyes. “But I’ll never forgive you for abandoning me. I can’t.” You clasp your hands behind your back as you watch the hope inside $fhis eyes die and the smile slip from $fhis face. $Frederick nods rapidly, swallows a few times, and hastily wipes tears from $fhis cheeks. After $fhe composes $fhimself, $fhe says, “I understand, Your Highness, and I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible, only there when I’m needed.” $fHe quickly bows and walks in the opposite direction of the castle. You watch $fhim for a moment before turning and heading to the castle for the night.<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust is true>>Although it’s been five years, being around $Frederick again means the wound of $fhis leaving has reopened. But you have some answers now. And you’re not blind to understanding why $fhe left. You try to smile softly at $fhim but to no avail. “It’s too soon for me to say that I forgive you. Perhaps I will one day. But even if I do forgive you, how could I ever trust you again $Frederick? How can I trust that I won’t wake up and discover you’ve left again?” You watch as a few stray tears fall from $fhis cheeks. $fHe nods. “I won’t lie - I had hoped to hear differently. But you’re right, I broke your trust and I deserve nothing from you. Not even your forgiveness.” $fHe swallows and looks up, into your eyes and nods his head a bit. “Still, I vow to do everything I can to earn that forgiveness.” Before you can respond, $fhe softly says, “Goodnight, $mcname,” before turning and heading in the opposite direction of the castle. You watch $fhim for a moment before making your way toward the castle for the night.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustagain is true>>You sigh and think about what you’ve learned. Having $Frederick and Felix home again, getting the answers you longed for over the years….you understand. How could you blame $fhim for doing what $fhe felt was $fhis duty? Is that not what you yourself must do each day? Duty to your family? To your people? “$Frederick,” you call softly. $fHe watches you carefully as $fhis fingers fidget with $fhis shirt. “I understand why you left and why you felt that you had to. I forgive you for leaving,” you begin, pausing for a second to prepare yourself for the next part. The hard part. $fHe starts to smile and opens $fhis mouth to say something, but you cut $fhis words off. “However, I cannot trust you. How can I be sure you won’t be gone when I wake up? How can I ever be sure of that again?” $fHis lips clamp closed and tears fall from $fhis eyes as $fhis arms rub each other, up and down. “Right, of course, I understand. I may never earn your trust again, but you have forgiven me. And for that, I am truly grateful, $mcname.” $fHe glances up at you, a rigid smile on $fhis lips. “Thank you, for that. And for allowing me to say my peace.” Then $fhe bows and murmurs a quiet goodnight before heading in the opposite direction from the castle. You watch $fhim for a moment before making your way toward the castle for the night.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet is true>>Your gaze softens as you look at $Frederick. As you think about the sacrifice $fhe made for $fhis brother. And although you were hurt by $fhis actions, you believe $fhis apology to be genuine. Perhaps you would have done the same thing in $fhis place. But you will never be in $fhis place. You will never understand what it means to grow up with only your brother as your parent. “$Frederick,” you say softly. $fHe stares at you, unsure as $fhis fingers play with the hem of $fhis shirt. “I understand that you did what you thought was right. For your brother, to honor your parents…I don’t blame you anymore for the mistake you made when you were sixteen. I forgive you,” you tell $fhim, a small smile on your lips. It warms your heart to watch as hope flashes in $fhis eyes. $fHe comes a bit closer and you can see a few tears fall from $fhis eyes. “I vow to never leave you again, $mcname. I swear it.” “I’ll hold you to that,” you tell $fhim. “Because you haven’t yet earned my trust, $Frederick. But I hope…I hope that one day I can say that you have.” $fHe nods, a smile on $fhis dimly lit face. “As do I, $mcname. As do I.” You glance up at the darkening sky. “Well, it’s been quite a day, I should get some rest. As should you!” $fHe chuckles. “Indeed. Goodnight,” $fhe tells you quietly as $fhe bows $fhis head. “Goodnight, $Frederick,” you reply, before $fhe turns to head back to his gear. You watch $fhim for a moment before making your way toward the castle for the night.<</if>><<if $fforgiven is true>>You study $fhim for a moment. The way $fhis sad green eyes hold back unshed tears and how $fhis fingers play with the hem of $fhis shirt. You don’t blame $Frederick for leaving. How could you blame another for what they believed was their duty? You can understand one’s duty to their family. And you can understand that sometimes we hurt people without ever meaning to. That doesn’t mean your pain is less important. But intention matters. It’s what separates the monsters from the misaligned. “$Frederick,” you say softly. $fHe stares at you as $fhe fidgets. “I understand that you did what you thought was right. For your brother, to honor your parents…I don’t blame you anymore for the mistake you made when you were sixteen. I forgive you,” you tell $fhim, a small smile on your lips. It warms your heart to watch as hope flashes in $fhis eyes. $fHe comes a bit closer and you can see a few tears fall from $fhis eyes. “I vow to never leave you again, $mcname. I swear it.” You chuckle. “Good - because I want us to move forward together,” you reply. $fHe smiles, relieved by your words, and nods. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.” “Alright,” you say, releasing a breath and feeling the weight of this leave your shoulders. Everything isn't fixed. But it's mending. “On that note, it’s been an exhausting day.” $Frederick laughs. “Yes, yes, it has. Goodnight, $mcname,” $fhe tells you. “Goodnight,” you respond, as you turn and head back to the castle for the night.<</if>> * [[You need all the rest you can get in preparation of what's yet to come.|ch2startholdingcourt]]

It’s been a few days since you talked with $Frederick and two weeks have already passed since your $pettype $petname arrived at the castle. Today will be your first time holding court, as your mother is unavailable. It’s likely she just doesn’t want to do it and decided that since you’re supposed to be her co-monarch, this was an excellent opportunity to throw you to the wolves. Either way, you were assured several times that it’ll fly by without issue. As your footsteps echo throughout the stone hallway on the way to the throne room, you catch a glimpse of the stationed guards straightening up outside the double doors as you approach. You… * [[decided to bring your pet to the throne room today.]] * [[decided to not bring your pet to the throne room today.]]

You decided to bring $petname, your $pettype to the throne room today for your first time holding court alone. <<if $lion is true>>You glance over at $petname, who stalks the hallway by your side. He catches your eye and shakes his mane out, letting his tongue loll out as well. It seems your lion is in a relaxed mood today. Hopefully, no one pisses him off.<</if>><<if $ferret is true>>You turn your gaze to your shoulder, where your ferret $petname is relaxing. He gives you a toothy grin before snuggling closer to your neck.<</if>><<if $wolf is true>>You glance over at $petname, who stalks the hallway by your side. He catches your eye and howls softly, letting his tongue loll out as well. It seems your $furcolor wolf is in a relaxed mood today. Hopefully, no one pisses him off.<</if>><<if $raven is true>>You turn your gaze to your shoulder, where your $petname is perched, eyes alert. Your raven stares back at you with his eyes before tilting his head at you.<</if>><<if $nightingale is true>>You turn your gaze to your shoulder, where your $petname is perched, eyes alert. Your nightingale stares back at you with his eyes before letting out a low whistle.<</if>><<if $goose is true>>You glance over at $petname, who stalks the hallway by your side. He catches your eye and stares back, with his head tilted. As you get closer to the door, he starts to make some noises and flaps his wings.<</if>> The guards open the double doors at your approach and you enter the room, hushed whispers going silent as you take in the people around you. The herald beats a drum and announces your arrival. “$royaltitle $mcname, The Harbinger has arrived. Court will commence shortly.” There are dozens of courtiers and citizens of Castelon standing near a group of guards. It seems many people require your attention today. Several pairs of eyes follow your every move. As you walk toward your throne, your eyes catch sight of Constantine, his back against the wall behind the throne as his eyes search the room. His hand is frozen in place on the hilt of his sword. To the right of the dais leading to the thrones is a desk where $Frederick sits. As the castle’s librarian, it’s $fhis responsibility to record certain events, such as when court is held. $fHe glances up at your footsteps and offers a quick nod before turning back to $fhis writing. In the corner of the room, Felix is spread out on a couch, a pillow covering his face. Even across the room, you can hear his soft snoring. Margaret, James, and Anna are sitting together on the left side of the dais, each with a glass of wine or cup of tea. Your brother’s $mceyecolor eyes catch your own and his brows furrow for a moment before he looks away. You slowly walk up the dais, brushing your fingers along the seat your father once held before sitting down on your new throne. <ul><<if $lion is true>> $petname stares up at you from below the dais, tilting his head before turning and laying down in front of the steps. He looks ready for a daytime nap. But there’s no doubt that he’ll keep an eye out for any nuisances.<</if>><<if $wolf is true>> $petname stares up at you from below the dais, tilting his head before turning and laying down in front of the steps. He looks ready for a daytime nap. But there’s no doubt that he’ll keep an eye out for any nuisances.<</if>><<if $raven is true>> $petname flits from you to the back of your throne, eyes alert and aware as he scans the room.<</if>><<if $nightingale is true>> $petname flits from you to the back of your throne, eyes alert and aware as he scans the room.<</if>> </ul>Looking around the throne room, your eyes land on the dozens of petitioners eager for your attention. You feel… * [[anxious.|ch2holdingcourtfeeling][$ch2holdingcourtanxious]] * [[excited.|ch2holdingcourtfeeling][$ch2holdingcourtexcited]] * [[indifferent.|ch2holdingcourtfeeling][$ch2holdingcourtindifferent]]

You decided not to bring your $petname with you to the throne room today. Instead, Aurelius is keeping your $pettype company. The guards open the double doors at your approach and you enter the room, hushed whispers going silent as you take in the people around you. The herald beats a drum and announces your arrival. “$royaltitle $mcname, The Harbinger has arrived. Court will commence shortly.” There are dozens of courtiers and citizens of Castelon standing near a group of guards. It seems many people require your attention today. Several pairs of eyes follow your every move. As you walk toward your throne, your eyes catch sight of Constantine, his back against the wall behind the throne as his eyes search the room. His hand is frozen in place on the hilt of his sword. To the right of the dais leading to the thrones is a desk where $Frederick sits. As the castle’s librarian, it’s $fhis responsibility to record certain events, such as when the court is held. $fHe glances up at your footsteps and offers a quick nod before turning back to $fhis writing. In the corner of the room, Felix is spread out on a couch, a pillow covering his face. Even across the room, you can hear his soft snoring. Margaret, James, and Anna are sitting together on the left side of the dais, each with a glass of wine or cup of tea. Your brother’s $mceyecolor eyes catch your own and his brows furrow for a moment before he looks away. You slowly walk up the dais, brushing your fingers along the seat your father once held before sitting down on your new throne. Looking around the throne room, your eyes land on the dozens of petitioners eager for your attention. You feel… * [[anxious.|ch2holdingcourtfeeling][$ch2holdingcourtanxious]] * [[excited.|ch2holdingcourtfeeling][$ch2holdingcourtexcited]] * [[indifferent.|ch2holdingcourtfeeling][$ch2holdingcourtindifferent]]

<<if $ch2holdingcourtanxious is true>>Your mouth runs dry as your look around the room at all the people. People who are depending on you to hear their pleas and fix their problems. You dread having to hold court for the first time. You take a deep breath, trying to calm both your mind and stomach.<</if>><<if $ch2holdingcourtexcited is true>>Your pulse quickens as you survey the room and all of its people. People who are here to see //you//. You look forward to holding court for the first time and learning about the types of problems your people need help with. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a long day.<</if>><<if $ch2holdingcourtindifferent is true>>You don’t have any strong feelings about holding court today. It’s just another duty and this is just another day. Your turn your eyes away from the petitioners, straightening yourself on the throne as your prepare to get started.<</if>> A guard you recognize as the one that escorted you to the Oracle’s Temple breaks away from the others and clears his throat loudly, drawing the attention of the petitioners. "The Harbinger will now begin to hold court. Remain in a single file until it’s your turn to speak," Sir Dominick announces. There’s some shuffling until one of the petitioners is led to the throne. She curtsies before meeting your eyes. “Your Highness, I hope you will overlook that I do not care to engage in pleasantries. Families across Castelon, families like mine, are struggling to survive due to the extreme taxation policies that have been in place since the beginning of the war,” she says. Then she huffs. “Why haven’t you lowered the taxes yet? And what do you plan to do to support your people who are struggling?” The woman crosses her arms as her brown eyes stare daggers into you. You carefully consider how to approach this. Addressing the issue of the current tax rate first, you respond by…. * [[assuring her that you will look into the matter and discuss it with the Queen.]] * [[informing her about the cost of war and its aftermath.]] <<if $optimistic is true>>* [[acknowledging the sacrifices that all Castelonians have made and highlighting the fact that things will improve now that the war has ended.]] (Optimistic)<</if>> <<if $persuasive is true>>* [[reminding her that while she is responsible for her family, you are responsible for the whole kingdom.]] (Persuasive)<</if>> <<if $mottostrong is true>>* [[ensuring she understands the reality - the war just ended and Castelon must be prepared to withhold a surprise attack.]] (Motto: The Strong Do Not Falter)<</if>>

You meet the woman’s brown gaze. “I understand that the current tax rate is heavily affecting Castelonians and I assure that I will look into the matter before discussing is with the Queen.” The woman narrows her eyes. “I suppose that will have to be sufficient for now, Harbinger,” she replies, a frown on her face. Her arms remained crossed. “And what about supporting us in the meantime?” Your eyes sweep over to the other petitioners in line, dozens of eyes watching you carefully. Waiting to see if your answer is acceptable. You move your gaze back to hers. “There are many ways to Crown is ensuring the funds help Casteonlians. Just a few weeks ago I allocated extra war funds to <<if $ch1fundstopoor is true>>to the merchant’s guild so that they could distribute food and essential items among families like yours. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the markets and harbor?” Her eyes widen. “Oh, yes. I have noticed that.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstosoldiers is true>>to the families of soldiers who were sacrificed for the safety of us all. I’m sure you know of some families who have received these funds?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I do.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>to the libraries and schools across the kingdom so they can provide warm meals, shelter, and refuge to struggling families. I’m sure you’ve seen these institutions providing such service?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I have.”<</if>> You nod. “I acknowledge that that measure is just the beginning and not wholly sufficient. But I assure you that the Crown is working to find new ways to support Castelonians. We appreciate your patience and understanding as we do so.” "Alright, Your Highness. I look forward to seeing your plans. Thank you for hearing my plea, today." [[The woman curtsies before leaving the throne room.|ch2holdingcourt2ndpetition]]

You meet the woman’s brown gaze. “The price of war is much more than the lives of those we’ve lost. The world is run by money. Without the heightened taxes, we wouldn’t have been able to survive this war. And now, we need money to rebuild.” She narrows her eyes at you. “Alright, Harbinger, we need money to rebuild. But how are you using that money to help individual families like mine?” Your eyes sweep over to the other petitioners in line, dozens of eyes watching you carefully. Waiting to see if your answer is acceptable. You move your gaze back to hers. “There are many ways to Crown is ensuring the funds help Casteonlians. Just a few weeks ago I allocated extra war funds to <<if $ch1fundstopoor is true>>to the merchant’s guild so that they could distribute food and essential items among families like yours. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the markets and harbor?” Her eyes widen. “Oh, yes. I have noticed that.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstosoldiers is true>>to the families of soldiers who were sacrificed for the safety of us all. I’m sure you know of some families who have received these funds?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I do.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>to the libraries and schools across the kingdom so they can provide warm meals, shelter, and refuge to struggling families. I’m sure you’ve seen these institutions providing such service?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I have.”<</if>> You nod. “I acknowledge that that measure is just the beginning and not wholly sufficient. But I assure you that the Crown is working to find new ways to support Castelonians. We appreciate your patience and understanding as we do so.” "Alright, Your Highness. I look forward to seeing your plans. Thank you for hearing my plea, today." [[The woman curtsies before leaving the throne room.|ch2holdingcourt2ndpetition]]

You meet the woman’s brown gaze, your own $mceyecolor eyes softening. “I hear you - loud and clear. //Every// Castelonian has had to make sacrifices for our kingdom to survive the war,” you say. She nods, her eyes never leaving yours. “Some greater than others, Your Highness.” You keep your eyes on her, your smile unwavering. “We have all lost someone or know someone who lost a loved one. But that is only one type of sacrifice,” you reply. “Your Highness,” she begins. “You are right that we have lost many people. But the current tax rate is affecting those of us who are still here. We cannot survive much more of this,” she tells you, her hands bawled into fists at her sides. You nod. “I know. That’s why we should celebrate that the war has ended. The Queen and I are working hard to turn things around, but we require your patience. Castelon’s future is bright.” The woman sighs. “I understand, Harbinger. But do not forget this plea. We cannot be patient much long - for we have suffered much already.” She shifts on her feet and uncrosses her arms, relaxing them at her sides. “And what about supporting us in the meantime?” Your eyes sweep over to the other petitioners in line, dozens of eyes watching you carefully. Waiting to see if your answer is acceptable. You move your gaze back to hers. “There are many ways to Crown is ensuring the funds help Casteonlians. Just a few weeks ago I allocated extra war funds to <<if $ch1fundstopoor is true>>to the merchant’s guild so that they could distribute food and essential items among families like yours. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the markets and harbor?” Her eyes widen. “Oh, yes. I have noticed that.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstosoldiers is true>>to the families of soldiers who were sacrificed for the safety of us all. I’m sure you know of some families who have received these funds?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I do.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>to the libraries and schools across the kingdom so they can provide warm meals, shelter, and refuge to struggling families. I’m sure you’ve seen these institutions providing such service?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I have.”<</if>> You nod. “I acknowledge that that measure is just the beginning and not wholly sufficient. But I assure you that the Crown is working to find new ways to support Castelonians. We appreciate your patience and understanding as we do so.” "Alright, Your Highness. I look forward to seeing your plans. Thank you for hearing my plea, today." [[The woman curtsies before leaving the throne room.|ch2holdingcourt2ndpetition]]

You meet the woman’s brown gaze, your own $mceyecolor eyes softening. “I hear you - loud and clear. You are responsible for the survival of your entire family. That must weigh on you,” you say. She swallows and nods, looking away. When she meets your gaze again, unshed tears linger. “Yes, Your Highness, it does indeed,” she responds. You smile slightly. “I understand. Quite a bit. While you are responsible for your family, I’m responsible for the well-being of every person in this Kingdom.” Her eyes widen and her lips part before she sighs, her shoulders slumping. “I - I had not considered that, Your Highness.” You nod. “Of course not - you’re focused on the survival of your family, as you should be,” you tell her, a disarming smile on your lips. “However, because I must focus on the survival of us all, I cannot offer you an answer regarding the tax rate today. I will look into the matter, but I also want you to understand that I must make the best decision for everyone. Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand, Harbinger.” She shifts on her feet and uncrosses her arms, relaxing them at her sides. “And what about supporting us in the meantime?” Your eyes sweep over to the other petitioners in line, dozens of eyes watching you carefully. Waiting to see if your answer is acceptable. You move your gaze back to hers. “There are many ways to Crown is ensuring the funds help Casteonlians. Just a few weeks ago I allocated extra war funds to <<if $ch1fundstopoor is true>>to the merchant’s guild so that they could distribute food and essential items among families like yours. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the markets and harbor?” Her eyes widen. “Oh, yes. I have noticed that.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstosoldiers is true>>to the families of soldiers who were sacrificed for the safety of us all. I’m sure you know of some families who have received these funds?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I do.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>to the libraries and schools across the kingdom so they can provide warm meals, shelter, and refuge to struggling families. I’m sure you’ve seen these institutions providing such service?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I have.”<</if>> You nod. “I acknowledge that that measure is just the beginning and not wholly sufficient. But I assure you that the Crown is working to find new ways to support Castelonians. We appreciate your patience and understanding as we do so.” "Alright, Your Highness. I look forward to seeing your plans. Thank you for hearing my plea, today." [[The woman curtsies before leaving the throne room.|ch2holdingcourt2ndpetition]]

Sir Domnick calls forth the subsequent petitioners, a pair of farmers who are neighbors. Both of them come to a stop in front of you and bow. Neither looks eager to speak first. You glance between the two before asking, “What can I help you with today gentleman?” The shorter of the two clears his throat. “Your Highness,” he says, bowing his head before meeting your eyes with a nervous blue gaze. “The Lady of our city sent us here as we have been unable to settle a dispute, despite her intervention.” You nod. “Alright. What is this dispute?” The taller one speaks up before his neighbor can continue. “My neighbor claims I’ve been moving my fence further into his land each night for the last two years. It’s a lie, Your Highness. I’ve done no such thing!” “Is that right?” the other one questions, whipping his head up to glare at the taller one. “Then how come I’ve lost two acres of land since you moved in next door?” The tall one glares back and crosses his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but it ain’t got nothing to do with me.” You clear your throat before it can escalate. “I have some questions.” Both men turn their attention back to you. * [[How do you know you’ve lost two acres?|ch2dispute1][$ch2hcoption1]] * [[Why do you think this man is the culprit?|ch2dispute2][$ch2hcoption2]] * [[What resolution did the Lady of the city suggest?|ch2dispute3][$ch2hcoption3]]

“How do you know that you’ve lost two acres of land?” you ask the blue-eyed man. “An inspector comes around twice a year to take stock of the farm’s assets for tax purposes. The last four times he’s come, I’ve had less land recorded than what’s been in my family for four generations! I started paying close attention after he recorded that I lost a half acre and I noticed this man’s fence was closer.” * [[Your eyes move to the accused then back to his accuser.|ch2hcquestions]] <<set $ch2hcoption1 to true>>

“Why do you think this man is the culprit of your missing land?” you inquire. “Well, aside from the fact that his fence is closer than before…I ain’t proud of it, Your Highness, but I bribed the inspector into showing me this man’s most recent record of land. And he’s gained two acres in a year! That can’t be a coincidence.” You raise an eyebrow and move your gaze to the accused. His face remains impassive and he doesn’t look bothered. He reached into his pocket and pulls out a folded letter, handing it to Dominick. The Knight comes closing, meeting your gaze. Your fingers brush as he hands you the letter. He quickly returns to his post. You unfold the letter just as the accused begins speaking. “As you can see, Your Highness, I recently purchased two acres of a land from a different neighbor. This accounts for my latest recorded property.” You carefully read the letter, noting the seal and signature. [[You place the letter on your lap while you consider your next move.|ch2hcquestions]] <<set $ch2hcoption2 to true>>

“You stated that the Lady of the city could not assist you with a resolution. What was her solution?” The accused smirks. “Due to conflicting evidence, she agreed to pay this man two hundred drachma if he let the dispute go.” “Which is outrageous, Your Highness! Each acre is worth five hundred drachmae based on my yearly profits.” The man drops to his knees and looks up at you with tears in his eyes. “Please, Your Highness, I need my land to provide for my family. I swear to the gods that I’m telling the truth about this.” * [[You consider what you know about the dispute.|ch2hcquestions]] <<set $ch2hcoption3 to true>>

Both men turn their attention back to you. * [[How do you know you’ve lost two acres?|ch2dispute1][$ch2hcoption1 to true]] * [[Why do you think this man is the culprit?|ch2dispute2][$ch2hcoption2 to true]] * [[What resolution did the Lady of the city suggest?|ch2dispute3][$ch2hcoption3 to true]] * [[You're ready to make your decision.]]

You look back at the letter to give it another glance. You… * [[…can’t decipher anything false about it.]] * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[...can’t shake off the feeling that something is off about the letter, even if you aren’t sure what.]]<</if>> * <<if $deceptive is true>>[[...can tell that this letter has been forged.]]<</if>>

After inspecting the letter for a second time, you’re unable to find anything to suggest that the letter isn’t genuine. As the Lady of the city determined, the evidence conflicts, making it hard to determine whether this man stole his neighbor’s land or not. But the accuser //has// lost land. And money. What will you do? * [[Tell the man that the Crown will pay him for his lost land if he lets this go.]] * [[Offer to arrange a buyer for the man’s land so that he can move away from his neighbor.]] * [[Order the accused neighbor to pay two hundred drachmae per year for the next ten years.]]

Your eyes carefully scan each line, looking for discrepancies. Finally, you can see the date of the sale has been altered. The differences in the ink tell you that it was changed at a later time than the original letter. You also notice that the wax seal is discolored, something it shouldn’t be if the letter is only a few months old. You look up at the accuser and offer him a small smile. “Sir, please stand,” you say. His blue eyes widen as he scrambles up. You watch as he takes a deep breath, waiting to hear what you have to say. You move your firm $mceyecolor gaze to the accused man. You hold up the letter as you raise an eyebrow. “Your letter of sale has been falsified,” you state. You watch as his body goes rigid, face paling. He swallows and opens his mouth. But you interrupt. “Think carefully of your next words. You have already attempted to deceive the Crown. You are walking dangerously close to treason.” <<if $lion is true>>$petname stands up, roaring at the man.<</if>><<if $wolf is true>>$petname stands up, growling at the man.<</if>><<if $goose is true>>$petname stands up and runs toward the man, hissing loudlyy.<</if>> He hangs his head low and drops to his knees. “You are right…I falsified the letter and I’ve been stealing his land.” He looks up at you. “Please, have mercy, Harbinger! I was only trying to make a better life for my children!” * <<link "You nod, handing the letter to Dominick who takes it to $Frederick for safe-keeping." "You nod, handing the letter to Dominick who takes it to">><</link>>

Your eyes carefully scan each line, looking for discrepancies. Finally, you can see the date of the sale has been altered. The differences in the ink tell you that it was changed at a later time than the original letter. You also notice that the wax seal is discolored, something it shouldn’t be if the letter is only a few months old. You look up at the accuser and offer him a small smile. “Sir, please stand,” you say. His blue eyes widen as he scrambles up. You watch as he takes a deep breath, waiting to hear what you have to say. You move your firm $mceyecolor gaze to the accused man. You hold up the letter as you raise an eyebrow. “Your letter of sale has been falsified,” you state. You watch as his body goes rigid, face paling. He swallows and opens his mouth. But you interrupt. “Think carefully of your next words. You have already attempted to deceive the Crown. You are walking dangerously close to treason.” <<if $lion is true>>$petname stands up, roaring at the man.<</if>><<if $wolf is true>>$petname stands up, growling at the man.<</if>><<if $goose is true>>$petname stands up and runs toward the man, hissing loudlyy.<</if>> He hangs his head low and drops to his knees. “You are right…I falsified the letter and I’ve been stealing his land.” He looks up at you. “Please, have mercy, Harbinger! I was only trying to make a better life for my children!” * [[You nod, handing the letter to Dominick who takes it to]] $Frederick for safe-keeping.

You look down at the accused and sigh. “By stealing this man’s land, you have made it harder for //him// to provide for //his// children. What do you have to say for that?” The thief lets out a wail and turns to the other man who looks at him with pity in his eyes. “That I am sorry! I am so sorry! Please I will return your land. Have mercy!” The farmer whose land was stolen turns to you and bows his head. “I understand his need to provide for his family. I only ask for my land back, Your Highness. I believe this is punishment enough.” You… * [[...agree and subject the thief to no further judgment.]] * [[...disagree and sentence the man to a month in jail.]] * [[...disagree and sentence the man to return the land and provide five yearly payments of two hundred drachmae as reparations for the profit that was lost.]] * <<if $choseletum is true>>[[...disagree and sentence the man to a more severe judgment. He will lose a hand for his thievery.][$cutoffhand to true]]<</if>>

“As your city’s Lady has ruled, the evidence is contradictory, making it difficult to understand the truth of the matter.” The accused straightens up and smirks at the other man, who has tears in his eyes, again. “However, I do see that you are a victim in this matter. I am not content to simply send you on your way.” The shorter man looks at you with hope in his eyes. “Therefore, I propose that the Crown pay you a lump sum of two-thousand drachmae if you vow to drop this matter moving forward. This will be the settlement.” The farmer sighs. “Alright, Your Highness. I believe you have me a generous offer and it seems the only way I can be compensated for the land. I accept. Gratefully,” he replies, bowing. “Good. This matter is settled. Please see $Frederick on your way out so $fhe can record your information for the payment.” The rest of the day continues on in a similar fashion as you hear dozens of petitions and seek solutions for your people. * [[Finally, evening rolls around and you prepare to head to your chambers.]]

“As your city’s Lady has ruled, the evidence is contradictory, making it difficult to understand the truth of the matter.” The accused straighten up and smirks at the other man, who has tears in his eyes, again. “However, I do see that you are a victim in this matter. I am not content to simply send you on your way.” The shorter man looks at you with hope in his eyes. “Therefore, the Crown can arrange a buyer for your land, at an above-market price, so you can move away from your neighbor.” The man deflates. “A generous offer, Your Highness…but I cannot accept. This land has belonged to my family for generations. And I want to pass it down to my children one day.” You nod and rub your fingers across the arm of the throne. “I see. I can understand why you feel that way,” you reply. Before you can consider other options, the accused clears his throat. You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Do you wish to speak?” you ask. He nods. “Yes, Your Highness. I would be willing to allow you to sell //my// land for above market price.” You look back to the shorter farmer. “Would this solution be alright with you?” The farmer sighs. “Well, I’d like to get my land back or some kind of compensation, but…I suppose this is the next best thing. You nod. “Alright, it’s settled then. Please proceed to $Frederick on your way out so $fhe can record your information for the arrangements.” “Thank you, Your Highness.” Both men bow before moving on. The rest of the day continues as you hear dozens of petitions and seek solutions for your people. * [[Finally, evening rolls around and you prepare to head to your chambers.]]

But there is no respite for you. You know this as the double doors to the throne room open and two opposing figures walk into the throne room, each making their way to you at a quickened pace. The herald quickly beats the drum and makes their hurried introductions. “Now entering the hall: Their Lordship Maximillian Astraea, Heir to Amaranthine Isle, followed by Ambassador Andreas Hawthorn of the Kingdom of Arandale.” Behind you, can hear Constantine shuffle and from the corner of your eye, you see that he’s moved closer to you. James and Margaret make their way over as well, choosing to stand near $Frederick’s desk. Felix and Anna each stay put, though their attention is in the same place as the others. Two unexpected guests, both racing for your attention. One family, one foe, or so the adage goes. You straighten up on your throne as you watch your cousin come to a stop in front of you, just a moment before the Ambassador. Maximillian runs a $skintone hand through their $mchaircolor hair, brushing it back. Their brown eyes dart to the side, giving the Ambassador a once-over before turning back to you. They are draped in riding attire and a cloak of royal colors, though the Astraea family crest is embroidered instead of the Verissimo crest. Meanwhile, Andreas keeps his face neutral while he crosses his tan, slender arms behind his back as his hazel eyes stare at you. He pays your cousin no attention but you don’t miss the slight wrinkling of his freckled nose. His dark green doublet proudly displays Arandale’s sigil on the left breast. It’s difficult to decide who to give your attention to. As part of the agreement between Castelon and Arandale to end the war, it was decided that a representative for Arandale would take up a temporary residence at your castle to discuss delicate matters with the Crown. With your father. Now, with you and your mother. Still, you had not heard of the arrival of the Ambassador and your eyes search for your brother. The fierce look in his eyes tells you he did not know of this either. Before you can further contemplate, your cousin clears their throat. “Cousin $mcname,” a gentle but firm voice draws your gaze away from the Ambassador. Maximilian bows before smiling at you. “Or perhaps I should say, Harbinger, Your Highness.” * [[Tell your cousin that it’s good to see them.]] * [[Make the pleasantries short and inquire as to why you’re cousin is here.]]

You offer your cousin a small smile. “Maximillian! It’s good to see you.” “Please,” they say, “call me Maxim, I much prefer it. But it’s a joy to see you, cousin!” They turn to look at James. “And you as well!” James chuckles. “Indeed, Maxim. Though I wonder what brings you here at such an…interesting time.” Maxim laughs and turns back to you. “Well, firstly, I come on behalf of myself and my father to offer our condolences for the passing of the late King. May he be living it up in Arcadia.” You nod. “Yes, thank you, Maxim. Now, what is the second matter that brings you to the capital?” Maxim holds their hands behind their back. “I am not at liberty to share all the details, forgive me, Your Highness. But my father requests your presence on Amaranthine Isle. We’ve had trouble as of late and he would greatly appreciate your assistance.” “We would be honored!” James speaks before you can. You look over at your brother but he avoids your gaze. It would not look proper, especially in front of Arandale’s Ambassador to contradict your brother. You clear your throat, drawing Maxim’s attention. “The Prince is right, we would love to visit Amaranthine Isle and aid you, our dear family. Let’s talk more about this later. I have another guest waiting.” All eyes in the room move to the Ambassador, who has been quietly watching your family. “Of course,” Maxim says. “In the meantime, I shall write my father a letter so he’s aware that you are planning the trip. I will see you later, cousin.” They bow and quickly exit the throne room. * [[You raise an eyebrow at Andreas.]]

“Welcome cousin. What brings you to the capital?” Maxim sighs. “Well, firstly, I come on behalf of myself and my father to offer our condolences for the passing of the late King. May he be living it up in Arcadia.” You nod. “Yes, thank you, Maxim. Now, what is the second matter that brings you here?” Maxim holds their hands behind their back. “I am not at liberty to share all the details, forgive me, Your Highness. But my father requests your presence on Amaranthine Isle. We’ve had trouble as of late and he would greatly appreciate your assistance.” “We would be honored!” James speaks before you can. You look over at your brother but he avoids your gaze. It would not look proper, especially in front of Arandale’s Ambassador to contradict your brother. You clear your throat, drawing Maxim’s attention. “The Prince is right, we would love to visit Amaranthine Isle and aid you, our dear family. Let’s talk more about this later. I have another guest waiting.” All eyes in the room move to the Ambassador, who has been quietly watching your family. “Of course,” Maxim says. “In the meantime, I shall write my father a letter so he’s aware that you are planning the trip. I will see you later, cousin.” They bow and quickly exit the throne room. * [[You raise an eyebrow at Andreas.]]

The accused straighten up and smirks at the other man, who has tears in his eyes, again. “However, I do see that you are a victim in this matter. I am not content to simply send you on your way.” The shorter man looks at you with hope in his eyes. You move your eyes to the accused. “Therefore, //you// will pay your neighbor two hundred drachmae per year for the next ten years.” “What?!” The man moves closer to you. But he’s cut off by Constantine, Margaret, and Dominick. You steeple your hands together and raise an eyebrow. “Do //not// approach $HisHer Highness without permission!” Constantine commands. <<if $lion is true>>$petname roars in agreement.<</if>><<if $goose is true>>$petname hisses in agreement and flaps his wings.<</if>><<if $wolf is true>>$petname growls in agreement and flaps his tail as he stands, leaning forward.<</if>><<if $nightingale is true>>$petname whistles in agreement and flaps his wings.<</if>><<if $raven is true>>$petname flies toward the man and pecks him on the shoulder before returning to you.<</if>><<if $ferret is true>>$petname growls in agreement, barring his teeth.<</if>> The man drops to his knees. “Apologies! Apologies! I meant no harm, Your Highness.” He looks up at you, begging for forgiveness. “But please, this is an outrage. How can I be expected to pay him? I cannot afford it.” Really?” you ask. “Your letter claims that you paid four thousand drachmae for two acres of land. That leads me to believe that you have enough funds to pay two hundred per year.” The man does not respond for a moment before finally rising, head lowered. “As you wish, Your Highness,” he replies. “Good. Both of you speak to $Frederick before leaving so $fhe can ensure the arrangements are made to uphold this decision.” “Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you! I will name my next child after you,” the blue-eyed man says with a relieved smile on his face. The rest of the day continues as you hear dozens of petitions and seek solutions for your people. * [[Finally, evening rolls around and you prepare to head to your chambers.]]

You agree that returning the land to its rightful owner and being subjected to the embarrassment of being a known thief and forger is punishment enough. It is unlikely that this man will attempt to commit another crime as news spreads of his misdeeds. “I agree with this punishment. Your land shall be returned immediately and a Knight will travel to ensure it is done. Please speak with $Frederick on your way out so $fhe can record your information along with the verdict.” “Thank you, Your Highness!” Both men bow before scurrying away. The rest of the day continues as you hear dozens of petitions and seek solutions for your people. * [[Finally, evening rolls around and you prepare to head to your chambers.]] ,

You disagree that there should be no further punishment. Without the proper punishment, people are likely to commit crimes again because they do not believe the consequences outweigh the risks. The Crown hopes to reform minds like that. Therefore, it is //your// duty to ensure justice is served. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself to render judgment. A rough but quiet voice fills your ears. //Do not doubt yourself, Harbinger. Judgment comes for us all.// You nod slightly at the words in your mind. “I disagree,” you state firmly, looking back and forth between the two men before leaving your gaze on the accused. “You will return the property, immediately. But that is not your punishment. I sentence you to the removal of your left hand.” The man bursts into tears and you hear gasps around the room, some from your own companions. But your gaze remains focused on him. //They are too weak to see reality. To see what must be done for prosperity.// “No! Please!” The man’s cries echo around the room as he drags himself up and attempts to climb the dais to beg for mercy. “Do //not// approach $HisHer Highness without permission!” Constantine commands. <<if $lion is true>>$petname roars in agreement.<</if>><<if $goose is true>>$petname hisses in agreement and flaps his wings.<</if>><<if $wolf is true>>$petname growls in agreement and flaps his tail as he stands, leaning forward.<</if>><<if $nightingale is true>>$petname whistles in agreement and flaps his wings.<</if>><<if $raven is true>>$petname flies toward the man and pecks him on the shoulder before returning to you.<</if>><<if $ferret is true>>$petname growls in agreement, barring his teeth.<</if>> The man drops to his knees. “Apologies! Apologies! I meant no harm, Your Highness.” He looks up at you, tears falling from his eye, begging for mercy. “But please, I need my hand. I must provide for my family!” You stare down at him. “Your sentence has been rendered. I suggest you commit no further crimes.” Then you look over to Dominick, who meets your gaze with his own stoic one. “Send them on their way with a small convoy of Knights. $Frederick will include a letter to be given to the Lady of the city.” Dominick bows his head. “Yes, Your Highness. It will be done,” he replies, before leaving. The rest of the day continues as you hear dozens of petitions and seek solutions for your people. * [[Finally, evening rolls around and you prepare to head to your chambers.]]

“Your Highness,” Andreas says, bowing, with a flourish of his hand. When his eyes meet your gaze, you can see that curiosity lies in wait. His lips twitch. “You are…not what I expected. Not at all.” “Is that so?” “Yes, yes, indeed. Then again, I suppose I was expecting your father on the throne.” You’re not the only one in the room who tenses at his words. “Yes, well, we were all expecting that, weren’t we?” you ask, tilting your head, $mceyecolor eyes never wavering from his. “On behalf of Arandale, please accept my Kingdom’s condolences. And our assurance that we played no role in your father’s assassination. I am here at //his// behest. As a condition of the end of the war between our two nations.” This was a simple formality. An introduction of the Ambassador to your court. You are sure to see more of him while he’s stationed here. On that note, you bid him farewell by extending… * [[...a subtle warning.]] * [[...a direct warning.]] * [[...a warm welcome - as warm a welcome as you can.]]

“Welcome to court, Ambassador Andreas. Be careful.” He raises an eyebrow at you. You smile slightly. “I say that with the best intentions, but I’m sure you understand that people at court cannot be trusted. I would hate for something to happen to you while I’m in charge. Promise me you’ll be careful?” He chuckles lightly. “Of course, Your Highness. I promise to be very aware of the going-ons.” “I’m sure you do,” you reply. He bows and says, “Goodnight, Your Highness.” “Goodnight,” you say, as you watch him walk away. After he’s gone, you stand and make a beeline for the door but you pause before exiting and look back at your companions. * [[Say nothing and leave.]] * [[Thank them for their support today.]] * [[Say a simple goodnight.]]

“Welcome to court, Ambassador Andreas. Be sure to watch your back.” He raises an eyebrow at you. You keep your face straight as you stare into his eyes. “Watch your back, Ambassador. Because I assure you that //I// will be watching. Very closely.” He smirks and gives you a once-over. “Understood, Your Highness. And on that note, I shall scurry away with my tail between my legs. Goodnight,” he replies, amusement in his voice. “Goodnight,” you say, as you watch him walk away. After he’s gone, you stand and make a beeline for the door but you pause before exiting and look back at your companions. * [[Say nothing and leave.]] * [[Thank them for their support today.]] * [[Say a simple goodnight.]]

“Well, I welcome you to court Ambassador Andreas. May we find a way to work together for our two Kingdoms.” You nod your head slightly. He bows and smiles at you. “I look forward to seeing you around the court, Your Highness. Goodnight,” he replies. “Goodnight,” you say, as you watch him walk away. After he’s gone, you stand and make a beeline for the door but you pause before exiting and look back at your companions. * [[Say nothing and leave.]] * [[Thank them for their support today.]] * [[Say a simple goodnight.]]

Your brother and companions stare at you, waiting for you to say something. But your mouth is dry and your mind is empty. You simply nod, turn, and leave. * [[A few days later, it's time to choose a charity for your upcoming visit to the captial.|learnaboutthecharities]]

Your brother and companions stare at you, waiting for you to say something. You look around at each of them. “Thank you, all of you, for your support today. This was…an experience. Goodnight,” you tell them. They offer smiles and mutter goodnight, sending you on your way. * [[A few days later, it's time to choose a charity for your upcoming visit to the captial.|learnaboutthecharities]]

You simply nod your head and say, “Goodnight.” As you turn to leave, you hear several uttered goodnights. * [[A few days later, it's time to choose a charity for your upcoming visit to the captial.|learnaboutthecharities]]

You look at the four dossiers on your desk, each detailing the four major charities in Castelon’s capital, Invictus. It’s tradition for the Harbinger to choose a charity to support within their first month of assuming the responsibility. Which dossier do you want to view? * [[Learn more about Sanctuary of Gaia (orphanage).|learnaboutorphanage]] * [[Learn more about House of Healing (hospital).|learnabouthospital]] * [[Learn more about Aurora’s Shelter (homeless shelter).|learnaboutshelter]] * [[Learn more about the Disciples’ Kitchen (soup kitchen).|learnaboutkitchen]] * [[Choose which charity to support.]]

The Sanctuary of Gaia is one of only two orphanages in Invictus, a city of five-hundred-thousand citizens. Here are the current details: * Number of Children: 357 * Number of Beds: 250 * Meals per Day: 1 * Education: basic reading and writing Due to the war, the Sanctuary of Gaia saw an increase in the number of children who needed care. However, funding has not increased in several years and there are not enough resources, such as beds or food to adequately provide for all of the children currently occupying the orphanage. Choosing this charity will provide you with opportunities to improve the current and future life of the orphaned children of Invicta. * [[View other dossier options.|learnaboutthecharities]]

The House of Healing is the largest hospital in Castelon and the only hospital in Invicta. It has a surgical wing, a birthing wing, and a clinic open to any citizen, regardless of income status. Here are the current details: * Number of Beds: 180 * Number of Staff: 20 Healers, 15 Apprentices, 5 Midwives * Number of Long-Term Patients: 37 * Number of Daily Clinic Patients: 200+ * Number of Daily Births: 20+ * Number of Daily Deaths: 30+ The House of Healing is severely understaffed across all areas of operation. This has led to an increase in patient deaths over the last five years. Additionally, many of the staff need additional education in the art of healing and current best practices. Choosing this charity will provide you with opportunities to improve the knowledge of hospital staff, as well as patient care and quality. * [[View other dossier options.|learnaboutthecharities]]

Aurora’s Shelter is the only homeless shelter in the Dark District of Invictus, the southernmost and poorest district in the capital. Here are the details: *Number of Beds: 125 *Number of Homeless: 178 *Daily Meals: 1-2, depending on resources * Healer’s Clinic: No - a healer visits once weekly for a few hours * Education: Not applicable Because Aurora’s Shelter is the only homeless shelter in the most poverty-stricken part of the capital, it is low on resources such as beds and food but high in demand. Additionally, constraints prevent the shelter from providing educational opportunities to help homeless citizens forge a new path. Choosing this charity will provide you with opportunities to help the shelter with resources while also finding ways to support the homeless citizens staying here so that they can get back on their feet through education and job assistance. * [[View other dossier options.|learnaboutthecharities]]

The Disciples’ Kitchen is a fully operational soup kitchen run by Oracle Davina’s Disciples. It is one of a handful of soup kitchens in the capital, but it’s at the heart of Invictus and serves the most people. Here are the details: *Meals Served: Breakfast and Dinner *Number of People Served Daily: 300+ *Operating: 4 out of 7 days of the week *Garden: No The Disciple’s Kitchen is lacking resources, preventing it from serving additional meals, reaching more people, and operating seven days a week. Choosing this charity will provide you with the opportunity to bridge resource gaps and provide more nutritious and filling meals to the community. * [[View other dossier options.|learnaboutthecharities]]

All four charities are doing important work in the capital, but you’ll only be able to support one. Whichever one you choose will be the one you support over the next year while you are The Harbinger. So, which charity will you be supporting? * [[View the dossiers again.|learnaboutthecharities]] * [[Choose to support the Sanctuary of Gaia (orphanage).|ch2funeralscenes][$charitysanctuary to true]] * [[Choose to support the House of Healing (hospital).|ch2funeralscenes][$charityhospital to true]] * [[Choose to support Aurora’s Shelter (homeless shelter).|ch2funeralscenes][$charityshelter to true]] * [[Choose to support the Disciples’ Kitchen (soup kitchen).|ch2funeralscenes][$charitykitchen to true]]

!!!<div style="text-align: right;">Queen Vivian's Perspective</div> The Queen is but a shadow as she looks through the window, down at her children preparing to leave the castle and visit Castelon’s capital, Invictus. These days, Vivian’s thoughts are consumed only by two things: protecting her children and finding her husband’s killer. The Queen closes her eyes. //Why have you left me, Percival, dear?// Perhaps the better question is why was he torn from her. From this world. With shaking fingers, she unfurls the last letter he sent her. //My Queen,// //We are to blame for what is to come.// //For a traitor has bloomed in our own garden and pricks us with thorns of our own design.// //I know not who, only why: revenge.// //Why else?// //Revenge shall be the start and end of our trials. Of our children’s trials.// //I miss you more than life, Vivian, and I long for the comfort of your touch.// //Soon,// //Percival// Vivian exhales a shaky breath and looks back out at the courtyard. To wear a crown is to give your life in service of the kingdom. But she couldn't care less about the kingdom. Her eyes harden as she considers her priorities. All that matters is James and $mcname. //I will burn this world if it comes to it//, [[she vows.|ch2gotocapital]]

You look up at the sky - the sun has barely risen. You can hear the horses neigh from the stables. <<if $namedhorse is false>> What is your horse’s name? <<textbox "$horsename" "Majesty">><</if>> “Remind me again, why, for the love of the Gods, we’re awake so early?” You turn to the sound of the voice, your eyes landing on Felix. Margaret chuckles at him. “I’ve been up for hours. This is nothing.” Felix gives her a wary look. “And monsters like you are exactly why I stay in bed until the sun has //well// risen.” $Frederick claps $fhis brother on the back. “We’re up early because we want to have time to explore Invictus. Besides, $HisHer Highness has to visit $hisher charity while we’re there. We won’t have time for that if you sleep all day.” Before Felix can respond, James and Constantine appear from around the corner, their horses in tow. “Will you be riding your horse to the capital or riding in the carriage?” * [[Ride your horse alongside James, Anna, and Constantine.|ch2horsetothecapital]] * <<link "Ride in the carriage with Felix, $Frederick, and Margaret." "ch2rideincarriagetocapital">><</link>>

“Before you go…” You freeze at your mother’s tone. She turns away just as you turn to look at her. The sound of her taking a deep breath is quiet - still. And yet, it echoes down into your bones. “Your father’s funeral will be held this month,” she tells you and James. Finally, she turns to face you. “Be prepared to say a few words.” You… * [[nod, bow, and leave.|ch2talkatfuneralanswer1]] * [[stare at her for a moment before leaving.|ch2talkatfuneralanswer2]] * [[abruptly turn and leave without acknowledging her words.|ch2talkatfuneralanswer3]] * [[protest the idea of speaking at his funeral.|ch2talkatfuneralanswer4]]

There. The words were said. You were wondering when this topic would be spoken into existence. The silence on the matter was like a blanket across the castle. Hushed whispers quieted when you stepped into a room. Servants avoided your eyes as if looking into your gaze was the reason for their own assassination. The air had been tense and tight, and it clung to the hair on your body as if it only wanted to grasp your throat, squeeze, and make you feel. Feel what? Mortality? Morbidity? Maleficent? Soon. But not now. There are things to be done. * [[You leave without looking back.|ch2petintroductions]]

“Yes, in fact, I do.” Her haze hardens and she turns away. “You know nothing, child.” Before you can respond, she exits the room, leaving you alone with your brother. He sighs. “Mother has good intentions. Give her a chance,” he tells you as makes his way to the door. You push the conversation to the back of your mind and continue on with your day. * [[There are things to be done.|ch2petintroductions]]

Your shoulders droop a bit as you sigh. “No, no, I don’t think that, mother.” She lets out a sigh of her own. “It’s proper for us all to say a few words. To honor the father and king that he was.” “I’ll think about it,” you tell her, as you turn to go. * [[There are things to be done.|ch2petintroductions]]

Weeks have passed since your mother brought up your father’s funeral. The funeral rites begin today. Your footsteps echo the desolate hall as you approach the throne room, where the others wait. You decided to… * [[wear a black veiled outfit that covers your entire head and body, except your hands.|ch2enterfuneraleulogycovered][$pfuneralveil to true]] * [[wear a black hood that covers your head.|ch2enterfuneraleulogycovered][$pfuneralhood to true]] * [[wear simple black clothing with a single Poppy attached to your chest.|ch2enterfuneraleulogy][$pfuneralpoppy to true]] * [[wear simple black clothing.|ch2enterfuneraleulogy]]

In traditional Castelon fashion, someone will recite the eulogy. Then, the procession will begin, followed by the burial. Finally, a banquet will be held in commemoration. The guards open the door to the throne room and you… * [[prepare to give the eulogy for your father.|mckingseulogy][$mceulogy to true]] * [[prepare to listen to your mother give the eulogy.|ch2vivianeulogybeginscovered][$vivianeulogy to true]] * [[prepare to listen to your brother give the eulogy.|jameskingseulogycovered][$jameseulogy to true]]

Your mother cornered you a few days ago. She demanded to know whether you would be reciting the eulogy for your father. Your eyes land on the one hundred people allowed to attend the late King’s eulogy. This sacred tradition is meant only for family and friends. But being royal means certain nobles expect an invitation. //Which of these people secretly smiles at your family’s fracturing?// //Which of them schemed behind closed doors to create this very moment?// //Which of them killed the King?// You glance around as you approach the dais. The same one where you recited The Harbinger Creed. The one where your mother and brother stand looking down upon your father’s beautifully carved sarcophagus. <<if $pfuneralveil is true>> Your face is covered from view thanks to the veil, but if others could see you, they’d see… * [[the tears trailing across your skin.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$criedforpervical to true]] * [[the fury swirling inside your eyes.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$furiousateulogy to true]] * [[the lost stare deep from the depths of your soul because you’re numb right now.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$numbateulogy to true]] * [[the strength of their future ruler.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$strongattheeulogy to true]] * [[nothing of consequence because you know better than to show your hand.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$stoicattheeulogy to true]]<<elseif $pfuneralhood is true>> Your face is covered from view thanks to the hood, but if others could see you, they’d see… * [[the tears trailing across your skin.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$criedforpervical to true]] * [[the fury swirling inside your eyes.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$furiousateulogy to true]] * [[the lost stare deep from the depths of your soul because you’re numb right now.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$numbateulogy to true]] * [[the strength of their future ruler.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$strongattheeulogy to true]] * [[nothing of consequence because you know better than to show your hand.|ch2mceulogybeginsfacecovered][$stoicattheeulogy to true]]<<elseif $pfuneralpoppy is true>> Hundreds of eyes watch as you take your place next to your family. They see the Poppy on your clothing and… * [[the tears trailing across your skin.|ch2mceulogybegins][$criedforpervical to true]] * [[the fury swirling inside your eyes.|ch2mceulogybegins][$furiousateulogy to true]] * [[the lost stare deep from the depths of your soul because you’re numb right now.|ch2mceulogybegins][$numbateulogy to true]] * [[the strength of their future ruler.|ch2mceulogybegins][$strongattheeulogy to true]] * [[nothing of consequence because you know better than to show your hand.|ch2mceulogybegins][$stoicattheeulogy to true]]<<else>> Hundreds of eyes watch as you take your place next to your family. They see… * [[the tears trailing across your skin.|ch2mceulogybegins][$criedforpervical to true]] * [[the fury swirling inside your eyes.|ch2mceulogybegins][$furiousateulogy to true]] * [[the lost stare deep from the depths of your soul because you’re numb right now.|ch2mceulogybegins][$numbateulogy to true]] * [[the strength of their future ruler.|ch2mceulogybegins][$strongattheeulogy to true]] * [[nothing of consequence because you know better than to show your hand.|ch2mceulogybegins][$stoicattheeulogy to true]]<</if>>

<<if $criedforpervical is true>> Tear after tear flows freely down your cold cheeks. You don’t move to wipe them away, too concerned with the mental effort required to force your shaking hands to calm as your fingers dig dents into the paper you’re slowly lifting. * [[Strangled words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogycovered]]<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy is true>> You feel flushed. From this clothing. From the warm bodies surrounding your father’s cold one. But mostly from the fury lighting a fire that burns through your veins. //Who are you angry at, $mcname?// //The unknown traitor waiting for you to fail?// //The one who wielded the weapon that killed your father?// //Your brother for his secrets?// //Your mother for pestering you to do this?// //You yourself for not being able to push all of this away?// //Your father for leaving you?// The fury within does not lighten but your breathing does as you begin to lift the paper where your words wait. * [[The words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogycovered]]<</if>><<if $numbateulogy is true>> Any previous attempts at bottling this up have only brought you further into the depths of darkness. At this moment, you feel so detached from your feelings that you wonder if this is all a dream. Perhaps this is a trial run for the real eulogy. Or just a nightmare far-fetched from the reality of the world. A spark of hope bubbles within you at the thought that you’ll awake soon in your perfectly fine bed at the compound. But that spark retreats when your mother clears her throat and gives you that look. The one with the narrowed eyes. You’ve never been sure if the small flash of emotion swirling beneath those eyes is one of concern or disappointment. Glancing away, you lift your written eulogy in preparation. * [[Unsure words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogycovered]]<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy is true>> They may not be able to see your face, but you remain steadfast in the strength you exude. You must stay strong. //Strong for your mother.// //For your brother.// //For your people.// //Or maybe simply for yourself.// Whatever the reason for your strength, you grasp it with unyielding power. You’ll need it for the day ahead. * [[Sure words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogycovered]]<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy is true>> They may not be able to see your face, but even if they could, they would learn nothing. //“Emotions are not weakness, $mcname. Allowing your enemies to read yours is.”// Another of Vivian’s favorite phrases during your childhood. She never directly discouraged feeling but openly feeling was something you learned was wrong. You pull yourself from the thought and ready your paper with steady hands. * [[Calm words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogycovered]]<</if>>

<<if $criedforpervical is true>> Tear after tear flows freely down your cold cheeks. You don’t move to wipe them away, too concerned with the mental effort required to force your shaking hands to calm as your fingers dig dents into the paper you’re slowly lifting. * [[Strangled words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogy]]<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy>> You feel flushed. From this clothing. From the warm bodies surrounding your father’s cold one. But mostly from the fury lighting a fire that burns through your veins. //Who are you angry at, $mcname?// //The unknown traitor waiting for you to fail?// //The one who wielded the weapon that killed your father?// //Your brother for his secrets?// //Your mother for pestering you to do this?// //You yourself for not being able to push all of this away?// //Your father for leaving you?// The fury within does not lighten but your breathing does as you begin to lift the paper where your words wait. * [[The words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogy]]<</if>><<if $numbateulogy>> Any previous attempts at bottling this up have only brought you further into the depths of darkness. At this moment, you feel so detached from your feelings that you wonder if this is all a dream. Perhaps this is a trial run for the real eulogy. Or just a nightmare far-fetched from the reality of the world. A spark of hope bubbles within you at the thought that you’ll awake soon in your perfectly fine bed at the compound. But that spark retreats when your mother clears her throat and gives you that look. The one with the narrowed eyes. You’ve never been sure if the small flash of emotion swirling beneath those eyes is one of concern or disappointment. Glancing away, you lift your written eulogy in preparation. * [[Unsure words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogy]]<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy>> You remain steadfast in the strength you exude and your face shows it. You must stay strong. //Strong for your mother.// //For your brother.// //For your people.// //Or maybe simply for yourself.// Whatever the reason for your strength, you grasp it with unyielding power. You’ll need it for the day ahead. * [[Sure words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogy]]<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy>> They can see your face but it betrays nothing. //“Emotions are not weakness, $mcname. Allowing your enemies to read yours is.”// Another of Vivian’s favorite phrases during your childhood. She never directly discouraged //feeling// but openly feeling was something you learned was wrong. You pull yourself from the thought and ready your paper with steady hands. * [[Calm words flow from your lips.|ch2mcdelivereulogy]]<</if>>

You take a breath and begin reading. “A few nights ago I struggled to fall asleep and my feet guided me to the gallery where my parent’s wedding portrait awaited. As I contemplated the way my father looked at my mother, I thought about how difficult it is to love another person. Not because it means being vulnerable. Instead, I thought about how loving someone means recognizing that one day you may have to keep going without them. We know this, deep down, and yet that doesn’t stop us from loving. My father was not a perfect man. Or a perfect King. But he ruled with an open heart and an open mind.” You finish by saying… * [[It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.|ch2mcendeulogycovered1]] * [[I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.|ch2mcendeulogycovered2]] * [[I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.|ch2mcendeulogycovered3]] * [[a short poem.|ch2mcendeulogycovered5]] <<if $faithful>>* [[May the Gods guide us.|ch2mcendeulogycovered4]]<</if>>

<<if $criedforpervical is true>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy is true>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy is true>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy is true>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy is true>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical is true>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy is true>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy is true>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy is true>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy is true>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical is true>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon.” Does anyone believe those words? Do you? You continue, “And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy is true>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy is true>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy is true>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy is true>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical is true>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy is true>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy is true>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy is true>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy is true>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

You stand between your mother and James as a group of Knights, including Constantine, take their places around your father’s marble resting place. Usually, a carriage with horses would take the heavy coffin to the mausoleum. But your mother wanted to draw things out. Make everyone’s feet hurt. Perhaps she wants to survey those present for suspicions. Perhaps she simply wants to inflict blisters upon you all. Your mother turns to you, her lips quirk, as if she can read your thoughts. But you know better than that. She’d been observing you as you contemplated the procession ahead. “Don’t fall behind. Either of you,” Vivian says before sighing and walking ahead to fall in place behind the now moving group carrying your father. Oracle Davina walks past but stops in front of you, turning to give you a once over. They can’t see your face but their gaze seems to pierce you anyway. They bow. “Your Highnesses,” Davina says. “Please, stay close to the group. The assassins could be among us.” “We will, thank you for your concern, Oracle,” James tells them. They nod before moving to the front of the group, positioned before the Knights carrying your father. James turns his body toward you but doesn’t speak. * [[Walk off.|ch2jameswalkaway]] * [[“Yes?”|ch2jamesyes]] * [[‘Spit it out, already.”|ch2jamesspititout]] * [[Wait patiently.|ch2jameswaitpatiently]]

<<if $criedforpervical is true>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” Your voice cracks as you speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons,// //people leave.// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy is true>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons,// //people leave//. //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy is true>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” You speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons, //people leave.// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy is true>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” Your powerful voice echoes the hall as you speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons,// //people leave.// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy is true>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” You speak the words with a steady voice. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down, //Summer saunters in //like the seasons, //people leave. //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

The Queen’s cool voice rings out across the hall. “Many of you believe me cold. Unfeeling.” A pause. “Percival was the benevolent ruler of the two of us. And now he’s gone.” Her hands clasp together behind her back as she sweeps her gaze amongst those in attendance. James’ face twitches but remains unremarkable. His hand isn’t so lucky. A trickle of blood falls to the floor as his nails dig into the palm. Vivian’s voice booms out for all to hear. “A mistake those responsible will come to regret. So, I encourage you, my dear subjects, to leave here today remembering our late King for his wisdom and kindness. But don’t forget to watch your back - either because you’re a traitor or because one’s on the loose.” Her dark cloak swallows her from sight as she brushes past you and James on her way out. The two of you follow her to the courtyard to wait for the procession which will soon follow. [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

An array of emotions flash across your twin’s face. Guilt. Despair. Anger. //Are all of them real?// //Are any of them?// James takes a deep breath a silence hangs in the air. His voices trembles as he speaks. “My father was King with a deep respect and appreciation for his people.” You observed your brother closely, noticing every shift of tone, every glance around the room. As he continued to speak, his voice cracked at moments and there seemed to be a sorrow swirling in his eyes. “King Percival led Castelon with strength and his legacy lives on in the fabric of our way of life.” Your gaze remains fixed on your twin, noticing the way his eyes glance to the floor before a fleeting second is shared with Anna across the room. A brief moment. You were likely the only one to notice the contact made. Left wondering what significance it holds. A torn heart looking for solace with a possible lover? Perhaps. James spoke a few minutes more, his voice quivering as he spoke of your father’s sacrifices and love for the Kingdom. His eyes don’t meet Anna’s again. Finished with his eulogy, he wipes a tear and turns away from the crowd. You join him, alongside your mother, as you head toward the front of the castle for the processional. James looks to you as join him, but your covered face prevents him from ascertaining whatever he’s searching for. [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionalcovered]]

In traditional Castelon fashion, someone will recite the eulogy. Then, the procession will begin, followed by the burial. Finally, a banquet will be held in commemoration. The guards open the door to the throne room and you… * [[prepare to give the eulogy for your father.|mckingseulogy][$mceulogy to true]] * [[prepare to listen to your mother give the eulogy.|viviankingseulogy][$vivianeulogy to true]] * [[prepare to listen to your brother give the eulogy.|jameskingseulogy][$jameseulogy to true]]

An array of emotions flash across your twin’s face. Guilt. Despair. Anger. //Are all of them real?// //Are any of them?// James takes a deep breath a silence hangs in the air. His voices trembles as he speaks. “My father was King with a deep respect and appreciation for his people.” You observed your brother closely, noticing every shift of tone, every glance around the room. As he continued to speak, his voice cracked at moments and there seemed to be a sorrow swirling in his eyes. “King Percival led Castelon with strength and his legacy lives on in the fabric of our way of life.” Your gaze remains fixed on your twin, noticing the way his eyes glance to the floor before a fleeting second is shared with Anna across the room. A brief moment. You were likely the only one to notice the contact made. Left wondering what significance it holds. A torn heart looking for solace with a possible lover? Perhaps. James spoke a few minutes more, his voice quivering as he spoke of your father’s sacrifices and love for the Kingdom. His eyes don’t meet Anna’s again. Finished with his eulogy, he wipes a tear and turns away from the crowd. You join him, alongside your mother, as you head toward the front of the castle for the processional. James looks to you as join him and you wonder what his searching eyes seek from you. * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

You take a breath and begin reading. “A few nights ago I struggled to fall asleep and my feet guided me to the gallery where my parent’s wedding portrait awaited. As I contemplated the way my father looked at my mother, I thought about how difficult it is to love another person. Not because it means being vulnerable. Instead, I thought about how loving someone means recognizing that one day you may have to keep going without them. We know this, deep down, and yet that doesn’t stop us from loving. My father was not a perfect man. Or a perfect King. But he ruled with an open heart and an open mind.” You finish by saying… * [["It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him."|ch2mcendeulogy1]] * [["I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice."|ch2mcendeulogy2]] * [["I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes."|ch2mcendeulogy3]] * [[a short poem.|ch2mcendeulogy4]] <<if $faithful>>* [[May the Gods guide us.|ch2mcendeulogy5]]<</if>>

<<if $criedforpervical>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “It was a privilege to love him and to be loved by him.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will not rest until his killers are brought to justice.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon.” Does anyone believe those words? Do you? You continue, “And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “I will follow his legacy of a strong Castelon. And that begins with bringing his killers to answer for their crimes.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” Your voice cracks as you speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons,// //people leave.// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons,// //people leave//. //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” You speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons, //people leave.// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” Your powerful voice echoes the hall as you speak the words aloud. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down,// //Summer saunters in// //like the seasons,// //people leave.// //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy>>”And now, a short poem to honor King Percival, whose death was untimely and unexpected. It’s titled ‘To Exist is to Cause Suffering’.” You speak the words with a steady voice. //“Bitter// //Sweet// //Somehow incomplete:// //The wind dies down, //Summer saunters in //like the seasons, //people leave. //Restless he is// //like rustling leaves.// //In the end –// //all is gone,// //nothing is complete,// //not your last wish// //and, certainly,// //not the living you leave behind.”// Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

<<if $criedforpervical>>Your voice cracks as you utter the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $furiousateulogy>>Your voice booms across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $numbateulogy>>You utter the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $strongattheeulogy>>Your powerful voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>><<if $stoicattheeulogy>>Your steady voice echoes across the hall as you speak the final words of your eulogy. “May the Gods guide us.” Having said your peace, you slip the paper into your pocket and quietly lead your family out of the hall and into the courtyard where the procession of the King’s body will begin shortly.<</if>> * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

You stand between your mother and James as a group of Knights, including Constantine, take their places around your father’s marble resting place. Usually, a carriage with horses would take the heavy coffin to the mausoleum. But your mother wanted to draw things out. Make everyone’s feet hurt. Perhaps she wants to survey those present for suspicions. Perhaps she simply wants to inflict blisters upon you all. Your mother turns to you, her lips quirk, as if she can read your thoughts. But you know better than that. She’d been observing you as you contemplated the procession ahead. “Don’t fall behind. Either of you,” Vivian says before sighing and walking ahead to fall in place behind the now moving group carrying your father. Oracle Davina walks past but stops in front of you, turning to give you a once over. Their gaze pierces you as they bow. “Your Highnesses,” Davina says. “Please, stay close to the group. The assassins could be among us.” “We will, thank you for your concern, Oracle,” James tells them. They nod before moving to the front of the group, positioned before the Knights carrying your father. James turns his body toward you but doesn’t speak. * [[Walk off.]] * [[“Yes?”]] * [[‘Spit it out, already.”]] * [[Wait patiently.]]

The Queen’s cool voice rings out across the hall. “Many of you believe me cold. Unfeeling.” A pause. Percival was the benevolent ruler of the two of us. And now he’s gone.” Her hands clasp together behind her back as she sweeps her gaze amongst those in attendance. James’ face twitches but remains unremarkable. His hand isn’t so lucky. A trickle of blood falls to the floor as his nails dig into the palm. Vivian’s voice booms out for all to hear. “A mistake those responsible will come to regret. So, I encourage you, my dear subjects, to leave here today remembering our late King for his wisdom and kindness. But don’t forget to watch your back - either because you’re a traitor or because one’s on the loose.” Her dark cloak swallows her from sight as she brushes past you and James on her way out. The two of you follow her to the courtyard to wait for the procession which will soon follow. * [[The streets fill with mourners.|ch2processionaluncovered]]

The procession is starting and it seems like James isn’t ready to speak so you walk away and take your place behind the pallbearers. Shortly after, James joins the group but stands almost out of your sight. * [[The Procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinuescovered]]

You turn toward your twin. “Yes?” James clears his throat and drags his eyes away from your father’s coffin. “I’m really glad it’s you.” “Elaborate, please.” “The Harbinger,” he says. He looks away, out to the distant Sea of Sorrows. “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” And with that, he walks away to take his place among the growing group. After a moment, you follow and take your place behind the late King’s coffin. * [[The procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinuescovered]]

“Spit it out already,” you demand. He flinches slightly at your tone and drags his eyes away from your father’s coffin. His voice quivers. “I’m really glad it’s you.” “Elaborate.” “The Harbinger,” he says. He looks away, out to the distant Sea of Sorrows. “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” And with that, he walks away to take his place among the growing group. After a moment, you follow and take your place behind the late King’s coffin. * [[The procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinuescovered]]

You watch your brother, patience paying off. His soft gaze moves away from your father’s coffin. “I’m really glad it’s you.” “Elaborate, please.” “The Harbinger,” he says. He looks away, out to the distant Sea of Sorrows. “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” And with that, he walks away to take his place among the growing group. After a moment, you follow and take your place behind the late King’s coffin. * [[The procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinuescovered]]

You glance back and see three walls of guards separating citizens from the rest of you. Turning back, you observe the surroundings ahead of you as you walk. The scent of burning incense floats through the air. Oracle Davina’s disciples walk with their heads bowed. Likely sending prayers to the Gods on your father’s behalf. The Knights of the Elite Guard carry his coffin, their gold armor shining, lighting his path to the depths of Avernus. Their footsteps beat down as they march onward. A somber rhythm that burrows into your bones. The coffin itself is adorned with poppies for Letum, the God of Death. Your eyes find… * [[no one. I want to do this alone.|ch2alone1covered][$processionalone to true]] * [[no one. I don’t want to do this alone. But I need to.|ch2alone2covered][$processionalone to true]] * [[Lady Margaret.|ch2margaretcovered][$processionmargaret to true]] * [[Constantine.|ch2constantinecovered][$processionconstantine to true]] * [[the oldest Faramund, Felix.|ch2felixcovered][$processionfelix to true]] * <<link "the youngest Faramund, $Frederick." "ch2fcovered">><</link>>

Your eyes search for no one. You want to walk this alone. You want to walk alone because… * [[…you just do.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]] * [[…you want to show everyone you are strong.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]] * [[…you’ll fall apart otherwise.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]] * [[…you don’t want to be distracted right now.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]]

Your eyes search for Felix. When you find him in the crowd, you realize he’s already looking at you. He can’t see your face since it’s covered but that doesn’t seem to matter to him. He smiles softly at you before slowly weaving his way through the crowd. Felix falls into place at your side. You… * [[…appreciate having him by your side and focus on reaching the mausoleum.][$felixfriend +=2]] * [[…subtly reach your hand out to brush his fingers against your own.][$felixflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[…whisper a quiet thank you.][$felixfriend +=2]]

<<set $processionf to true>> Your eyes search for $Frederick, finding $fhim with Felix. $fHe turns to you, concern behind those green eyes. $fHe can’t decipher your feelings behind your covered face but makes $fhis way over anyway. $Frederick whispers once $fhe reaches your side. “I know this is difficult, but I’m here if you need me.” You… * [[…appreciate the support but don’t feel the need to reply.][$ffriend +=2]] * [[…whisper a quiet thank you.|ch2ffuneral][$ffriend +=2]] * [[…subtly shift close enough that your fingers brush.][$fflirt +=4]] ❤️

Your gaze falls on Margaret after a few moments of searching. You watch as she subtly surveys everyone and everything. Eventually, her eyes sweep to you and then past, before she does a double take. Her brows furrow when she sees your head turned in her direction. She quickly schools her face before joining your side. She’s close enough for you to hear her whisper, but far enough to avoid touching you. “Everything okay, Your Highness? Have you spotted something suspicious?” You… * [[…smile and tell her everything is fine, in that regard.][$mfriend +=2]] * [[…ask if she’s noticed anything.][$mfriend +=2]] * [[…tell her you just wanted to walk with someone.][$mflirt +=4]]❤️

You find Constantine among the other Knights carrying your father. Even if he wished to, there’s no way he’d be able to join you for your walk to the mausoleum. From your angle, you observe his face. Jaw set, posture stiff. His free hand dances between a fist and relaxation. For a Knight, failing to protect your King is failing in your duty. You haven’t had a chance to speak to Constantine for his side of the assassination. Perhaps there will be time for that soon. Your thought linger on the unknown as you continue your walk to your father’s final destination. * [[You eventually reach it. Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

You continue your walk alone until you reach the tall, imposing doors of the mausoleum behind the rest of the group. Your eyes glaze over the intricate inscriptions and carvings on the door. Your family motto sits square in the middle. <<if $mottofamily>>//Familia supra omnia. Family Above All.//<</if>><<if $mottostoic>>//Aequem servare mentem. Keep the Mind Calm.//<</if>><<if $mottostrong>>//Fortis est non pertubaris in rebus asperis. The Strong Do Not Falter in Adversity.//<</if>> Constantine and the rest of the Knights carrying the King’s coffin place it in the middle of the room on a lifted marble altar before stepping away, into the shadows of the room. The Oracle and their disciples gather around the resting place and begin to quietly speak their prayers. <<if $processionconstantine>> Constantine finds his way to you. After a moment, he leans closer to ensure you can hear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side on the way here.” You turn toward him, taking in the sorrowful blue eyes framed by bag. It’s the most exhausted you’ve ever seen him. “You needn’t apologize. You were right were you needed to be.” He takes a long moment to mull over your words before responding. “As I am now, Your Highness.” And with that he takes a step away but stays by your side.<</if>> The prayers come to an end and your mother walks up to the coffin. She runs her fingers along the marble as she leans close and whispers something that only the Gods can hear. Once finished, she glances at James before existing the mausoleum. James follows your mother with his eyes and seems to be preparing for this final goodbye. You… * [[…hug him.|ch2funeralhugjamescovered][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…squeeze his shoulder as a show of support.|ch2squeezejamescovered][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…whisper words of encouragement to him.|ch2jamesencouragmentcovered][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…leave him alone while he works through his feelings.|ch2jamesleavealonecovered]]

Your eyes search for no one. You don’t want to do this alone. But you need to. And that’s because… * [[…you just do.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]] * [[…you want to show everyone you are strong.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]] * [[…you’ll fall apart otherwise.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]] * [[…you don’t want to be distracted right now.|ch2laypercytorestcovered]]

You appreciate having Felix by your side as you focus on reaching the mausoleum to lay your father to rest. You walk in a comfortable silence until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

He’s right to stay quiet at a time like this. But words are not the only way to speak. You slowly move your hand closer to his. Your face is covered and you keep your head facing forward but you watch from the corner of your eye as your fingers brush his. Their warmth fills some small hole inside of you. Surprise flickers across his face for a mere second before he softly drags his thumb along the back of your hand before subtly pulling away. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

You keep your voice low as you whisper, “Thank you.” He knows you can see him so offers a small smile in response. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

You enter the tall, imposing doors of the mausoleum behind the rest of the group. Your eyes glaze over the intricate inscriptions and carvings on the door. Your family motto sits square in the middle. <<if $mottofamily>>//Familia supra omnia. Family Above All.//<</if>><<if $mottostoic>>//Aequem servare mentem. Keep the Mind Calm.//<</if>><<if $mottostrong>>//Fortis est non pertubaris in rebus asperis. The Strong Do Not Falter in Adversity.//<</if>> Constantine and the rest of the Knights carrying the King’s coffin place it in the middle of the room on a lifted marble altar before stepping away, into the shadows of the room. The Oracle and their disciples gather around the resting place and begin to quietly speak their prayers. <<if $processionconstantine>> Constantine finds his way to you. After a moment, he leans closer to ensure you can hear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side on the way here.” You turn toward him, taking in the sorrowful blue eyes framed by bag. It’s the most exhausted you’ve ever seen him. “You needn’t apologize. You were right were you needed to be.” He takes a long moment to mull over your words before responding. “As I am now, Your Highness.” And with that he takes a step away but stays by your side.<</if>> The prayers come to an end and your mother walks up to the coffin. She runs her fingers along the marble as she leans close and whispers something that only the Gods can hear. Once finished, she glances at James before existing the mausoleum. James follows your mother with his eyes and seems to be preparing for this final goodbye. You… * [[…hug him.|ch2funeralhugjamescovered][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…squeeze his shoulder as a show of support.|ch2squeezejamescovered][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…whisper words of encouragement to him.|ch2jamesencouragmentcovered][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…leave him alone while he works through his feelings.|ch2jamesleavealonecovered]]

hile you appreciate having $Frederick by your side as you walk to your father’s final destination, you don’t feel the need to respond back. After a few moments of quiet, you glance over at $Frederick and find that $fhis face is calm. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach the mausoleum. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

Instead of responding with words, you shift closer to $Frederick. You slowly move your hand closer to $fhis. Your face is covered and you keep your head facing forward but you watch from the corner of your eye as your fingers brush $fhis. Their warmth fills some small hole inside of you. You watch as $fhis body stiffens and $fhis eyes widen from the unexpected touch. $Frederick sucks in a shaky breath but responds by gently squeezing your hand before withdrawing. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

You keep your voice low as you whisper a quiet thank you back to $fhim. “Always,” $fhe tells you firmly before the both of you fall into a comfortable silence. You walk quietly the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

“I haven’t noticed anything, have you?” Margaret shakes her head. “No. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.” Frustration rages behind her eyes. “Probably not a good thing for someone investigating.” She hums. “Very true, Your Highness.” The two of you fall into a rhythmic walk and continue on until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

“I haven’t noticed anything. I was just looking for…someone to walk with.” She doesn’t respond for a moment and you turn your head in her direction. She notices and says, “I see. Well, I can walk alongside you and look out for assassins.” Her eyes continue to scan as she speaks, never lingering anywhere for long. The two of you fall into a rhythmic walk and continue on until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

Though she cannot see, you smile and hope it shows through your whispered reply. “No, everything is fine. At least, I’ve nothing to report.” You watch as Margaret nods. “Ah - alright, then.” The two of you fall into silence as you walk the rest of the way to your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleumcovered]]

You walk over to your brother, stopping in front of him. His eyes are filled with tears as he’s lost in his thoughts. You wrap your arms around him. After a few second, he returns the hug. The two of you stand this way for a while as tears fall from his eyes. Eventually, he pulls away. “Thank you, $mcname.” His whisper barely reaches your ears as he walks around you and finally approaches the coffin. An agonized cry falls from his lips as he reaches the coffin. He places both hands on the marble while his head hands. “I’ll figure this out,” you hear him speak aloud, voice cracking. “Rest now, father. Rest.” James take a moment to compose himself and you watch as his shaking body starts to still. He stands up straighter now, face no longer haunted. And that’s what the citizens of Castelon see as he walks out of the mausoleum. * [[It’s time to say goodbye.|ch2funeralcovered]]

You walk over to your brother, stopping at his side. His eyes are filled with tears as he’s lost in his thoughts. Your right hand reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. He sucks in a shaky breath as tears fall to the ground. “Thank you, $mcname.” His whisper barely reaches your ears as he pulls away and finally approaches the coffin. An agonized cry falls from his lips as he reaches the coffin. He places both hands on the marble while his head hands. “I’ll figure this out,” you hear him speak aloud, voice cracking. “Rest now, father. Rest.” James take a moment to compose himself and you watch as his shaking body starts to still. He stands up straighter now, face no longer haunted. And that’s what the citizens of Castelon see as he walks out of the mausoleum. * [[It’s time to say goodbye.|ch2funeralcovered]]

You walk over to your brother, stopping at his side. His eyes are filled with tears as he’s lost in his thoughts. “I’m here if you need me,” you quietly tell him. “You’re not alone, James.” He sucks in a shaky breath as tears fall to the ground. “Thank you, $mcname.” His whisper barely reaches your ears as he pulls away and finally approaches the coffin. An agonized cry falls from his lips as he reaches the coffin. He places both hands on the marble while his head hands. “I’ll figure this out,” you hear him speak aloud, voice cracking. “Rest now, father. Rest.” James take a moment to compose himself and you watch as his shaking body starts to still. He stands up straighter now, face no longer haunted. And that’s what the citizens of Castelon see as he walks out of the mausoleum. * [[It’s time to say goodbye.|ch2funeralcovered]]

You wait patiently for your brother to prepare. Several tear-filled minutes pass until he takes a shaky breath. An agonized cry falls from his lips as he approaches the coffin. He places both hands on the marble while his head hands. “I’ll figure this out,” you hear him speak aloud, voicing cracking. “Rest now, father. Rest.” James take a moment to compose himself and you watch as his shaking body starts to still. He stands up straighter now, face no longer haunted. And that’s what the citizens of Castelon see as he walks out of the mausoleum. * [[It’s time to say goodbye.|ch2funeralcovered]]

You stare at the open door that James and Vivian walked through moments before. The wind howls and then quiets. Thousands of citizens surround the mausoleum and you get lost in the sea of cries and prayers. Their desperation thickens the air like thick black smoke. You shake your thoughts from the outside world and turn your gaze back to the middle of the room. You movements are slow as you come to a stop at your father’s coffin. //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine more than the thought of us four together again.// Your hand traces the letter tucked away in your pocket. //But I wonder whether the sacrifices were too great.// You suck in a breath as tears prick your eyes. Your face is covered so no one would see them fall. * [[You let the tears fall.|ch2funeralcrycovered]] * [[You push the tears away.|ch2funeraldontcrycovered]]

You let out the breath as the tears fall freely. You don’t feel better, but you don’t feel worse for giving in to your feelings. <<if $mottostrong>> Sometimes being strong means facing reality. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottofamily>> Family Above All. Your family has been torn apart. And with the assassin on the loose, there’s no way to know what else you’ll lose. Your father is gone. You will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottostoic>> Sometimes you need to let the chaos take hold of your mind. Sometimes there is no calm to be found so you embrace whatever you can reach. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>> Thoughts for another time. It’s time to say goodbye to your father. * [[You whisper a prayer and leave flowers.|ch2funeralprayercovered]] * [[You place handpicked flowers on top of the coffin.|ch2funeralflowerscovered]] * [[You place your hand on the coffin as well as a couple flowers before leaving.|ch2funeralhandcovered]]

You let out the breath as you push the tears away. It doesn’t matter if your face is covered. You won’t let your feelings interfere. <<if $mottostrong>> Sometimes being strong means facing reality. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottofamily>> Family Above All. Your family has been torn apart. And with the assassin on the loose, there’s no way to know what else you’ll lose. Your father is gone. You will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottostoic>> You won’t let the chaos take hold of your mind. A silent, steadying breath leaves your lips. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>> Thoughts for another time, perhaps. It’s time to say goodbye to your father. * [[You whisper a prayer and leave flowers.|ch2funeralprayercovered]] * [[You place handpicked flowers on top of the coffin.|ch2funeralflowerscovered]] * [[You place your hand on the coffin as well as a couple flowers before leaving.|ch2funeralhandcovered]]

You bow your head and whisper a prayer for your father. <<if $chosegaia>>”Gaia, benevolent mother, here my plea on this mournful day. May your comforting presence envelop this lost soul, may your generosity guide them through his journey to Avernus. And grant me strength to accept the cycle of life and death, To carry on living with the purpose that runs in my blood. Goddess Gaia, source of life, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseletum>>”Letum, father of the departed, here my plea on this mournful day. May your gentle touch envelop this lost soul, may your shadows welcome him into Avernus. And grant me the strength to accept impending mortality, To cherish the fleeting moments we have left. God Letum, guardian of the eternal cycle, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen king. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseaurora>>”Aurora, bright daughter of hope, hear my plea on this mournful day. May your celestial light illuminate a path for this lost soul, may your radiance deliver him to the doorstep to Avernus. And grant me the strength to embrace the beauty of the cycle, To find comfort in the memories locked inside my heart. Goddess Aurora, source of light, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseeurybia>>”Eurybia, selfless daughter of the night, hear my plea on this mournful day. May your tranquil touch guide this lost soul, may your moonlight deliver him to the doors of Avernus. And grant me the strength to find solace in the ebbing twilight, To embrace the mysteries of the nocturnal expanse. Goddess Eurybia, guardian of secrets, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseeros>>”Eros, fickle god of emotions, hear my plea on this mournful day. May your tender touch guide this lost soul, may your love overshadow the betrayal and deliver him to Avernus. And grant me the strength to mend my shattered heart, To rebuild Castelon with understanding and wisdom. God Eros, guardian of dual nature, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $atheist>>You don’t believe in the Gods but your father did so you pray anyway. Gods and Goddess, hear my plea on this mournful day. Grant this lost soul peace and eternal rest, Embrace his spirit as you grasp his soul. Take this cherished one into your fold, Give him a place in Avernus. Gods, I offer this plea on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now!”<</if>><<if $agnostic>>You’re not sure whether the gods are real but it can’t hurt to pray. Gods and Goddess, hear my plea on this mournful day. Grant this lost soul peace and eternal rest, Embrace his spirit as you grasp his soul. Take this cherished one into your fold, Give him a place in Avernus. Gods, I offer this plea on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now!”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods>>When it comes to the Gods, you’re indifferent. But it can’t hurt to prayer for your father. Gods and Goddess, hear my plea on this mournful day. Grant this lost soul peace and eternal rest, Embrace his spirit as you grasp his soul. Take this cherished one into your fold, Give him a place in Avernus. Gods, I offer this plea on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now!”<</if>> <nobr>Finally, you handpicked <<cycle "$funeralflowersch2" autoselect>> <<option "poppies">> <<option "carnations">> <<option "bluebells">> <<option "lotuses">> <<option "asters">> <</cycle>> to place atop your father’s coffin.</nobr> You spread the bundle of flowers across the marble. After committing the image to memory, you make your way to the exit wondering if your words will reach the ears of the divine. * [[Back at the castle, the day drags on.|ch2ff]]

Word elude you but you still honor your father. <<nobr>>You handpicked <<cycle "$funeralflowersch2" autoselect>> <<option "poppies">> <<option "carnations">> <<option "bluebells">> <<option "lotuses">> <<option "asters">> <</cycle>> to place atop your father’s coffin.<</nobr>> You spread the bundle of $funeralflowersch2 across the marble. After committing the image to memory, you make your way to the exit. * [[Back at the castle, the day drags on.|ch2ff]]

You place your hand on the cold coffin, thoughts kept to yourself in this moment of sombre solace. <<nobr>>Then, you grab handpicked <<cycle "$funeralflowersch2" autoselect>> <<option "poppies">> <<option "carnations">> <<option "bluebells">> <<option "lotuses">> <<option "asters">> <</cycle>> to place atop your father’s coffin.<</nobr>> You spread the bundle of flowers across the marble. After committing the image to memory, take a deep breath, you step away and make your way to the exit. * [[Back at the castle, the day drags on.|ch2ff]]

You turn toward your twin. “Yes?” James clears his throat and drags his eyes away from your father’s coffin. “I’m really glad it’s you.” “Elaborate, please.” “The Harbinger,” he says. He looks away, out to the distant Sea of Sorrows. “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” And with that, he walks away to take his place among the growing group. After a moment, you follow and take your place behind the late King’s coffin. * [[The Procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinues]]

“Spit it out already,” you demand. He flinches slightly at your tone and drags his eyes away from your father’s coffin. His voice quivers. “I’m really glad it’s you.” “Elaborate.” “The Harbinger,” he says. He looks away, out to the distant Sea of Sorrows. “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” And with that, he walks away to take his place among the growing group. After a moment, you follow and take your place behind the late King’s coffin. * [[The Procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinues]]

You watch your brother, patience paying off. His soft gaze moves away from your father’s coffin. “I’m really glad it’s you.” “Elaborate, please.” “The Harbinger,” he says. He looks away, out to the distant Sea of Sorrows. “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” And with that, he walks away to take his place among the growing group. After a moment, you follow and take your place behind the late King’s coffin. * [[The Procession heads into the street and citizens fill in behind you.|ch2processioncontinues]]

You glance back and see three walls of guards separating citizens from the rest of you. Turning back, you observe the surroundings ahead of you as you walk. The scent of burning incense floats through the air. Oracle Davina’s disciples walk with their heads bowed. Likely sending prayers to the Gods on your father’s behalf. The Knights of the Elite Guard carry his coffin, their gold armor shining, lighting his path to the depths of Avernus. Their footsteps beat down as they march onward. A somber rhythm that burrows into your bones. The coffin itself is adorned with poppies for Letum, the God of Death. Your eyes find… * [[no one. You want to do this alone.|ch2alone1][$processionalone to true]] * [[no one. You don’t want to do this alone. But you need to.|ch2alone2][$processionalone to true]] * [[the oldest Faramund, Felix.|ch2felix][$processionfelix to true]] * <<link "the youngest Faramund, $Frederick." "ch2f">><</link>> * [[Lady Margaret.|ch2margaret][$processionmargaret to true]] * [[Constantine.|ch2constantine][$processionconstantine to true]]

Your eyes search for no one. You want to walk this alone. You want to walk alone because… * [[…you just do.|ch2laypercytorest]] * [[…you want to show everyone you are strong.|ch2laypercytorest]] * [[…you’ll fall apart otherwise.|ch2laypercytorest]] * [[…you don’t want to be distracted right now.|ch2laypercytorest]]

Your eyes search for Felix. When you find him in the crowd, you realize he’s already looking at you. His gentle gaze meets yours and he smiles kindly at you before slowly weaving his way through the crowd. Felix falls into place at your side. You… * [[…appreciate having him by your side and focus on reaching the mausoleum.|ch2processionfelix][$felixfriend +=2]] * [[…subtly reach your hand out to brush his fingers against your own.|ch2processionfelix2][$felixflirt +=2]]❤️ * [[…whisper a quiet thank you.|ch2processionfelix3][$felixfriend +=2]]

Your eyes search for $Frederick, finding $fhim with Felix. $fHe turns to you, concern behind those green eyes. $fHe must see something in your gaze, as $fhe makes $fhis way over anyway. $Frederick whispers once $fhe reaches your side. “I know this is difficult, but I’m here if you need me.” You… * [[…appreciate the support but don’t feel the need to reply.|ch2processionf1][$ffriend +=2]] * [[…whisper a quiet thank you.|ch2processionf2][$ffriend +=2]] * [[…subtly shift close enough that your fingers brush.|ch2processionf3][$fflirt +=4]]❤️ <<set $processionf to true>>

Your gaze falls on Margaret after a few moments of searching. You watch as she subtly surveys everyone and everything. Eventually, her eyes sweep to you and then past, before she does a double take. Her brows furrow when she meets your gaze. She quickly schools her face before joining your side. She’s close enough for you to hear her whisper, but far enough to avoid touching you. “Everything okay, Your Highness? Have you spotted something suspicious?” You… * [[…smile and tell her everything is fine, in that regard.|processionm1][$mfriend +=2]] * [[…ask if she’s noticed anything.|processionm2][$mfriend +=2]] * [[…tell her you just wanted to walk with someone.|processionm3][$mflirt +=4]]❤️

You find Constantine among the other Knights carrying your father. Even if he wished to, there’s no way he’d be able to join you for your walk to the mausoleum. From your angle, you observe his face. Jaw set, posture stiff. His free hand dances between a fist and relaxation. For a Knight, failing to protect your King is failing in your duty. You haven’t had a chance to speak to Constantine for his side of the assassination. Perhaps there will be time for that soon. Your thought linger on the unknown as you continue your walk to your father’s final destination. [[You eventually reach it. Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

Your eyes search for no one. You don’t want to do this alone. But you need to. And that’s because… * [[…you just do.|ch2laypercytorest]] * [[…you want to show everyone you are strong.|ch2laypercytorest]] * [[…you’ll fall apart otherwise.|ch2laypercytorest]] * [[…you don’t want to be distracted right now.|ch2laypercytorest]]

You continue your walk alone until you reach the tall and imposing doors of the crypt. Your eyes glaze over the intricate inscriptions and carvings on the door. Your family motto sits square in the middle. <<if $mottofamily>>//Familia supra omnia. Family Above All.//<</if>><<if $mottostoic>>//Aequem servare mentem. Keep the Mind Calm.//<</if>><<if $mottostrong>>//Fortis est non pertubaris in rebus asperis. The Strong Do Not Falter in Adversity.//<</if>> Constantine and the rest of the Knights carrying the King’s coffin place it in the middle of the room on a lifted marble altar before stepping away, into the shadows of the room. The Oracle and their disciples gather around the resting place and begin to quietly speak their prayers. <<if $processionconstantine>> Constantine finds his way to you. After a moment, he leans closer to ensure you can hear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side on the way here.” You turn toward him, taking in the sorrowful blue eyes framed by bag. It’s the most exhausted you’ve ever seen him. “You needn’t apologize. You were right were you needed to be.” He takes a long moment to mull over your words before responding. “As I am now, Your Highness.” And with that he takes a step away but stays by your side.<</if>> The prayers come to an end and your mother walks up to the coffin. She runs her fingers along the marble as she leans close and whispers something that only the Gods can hear. Once finished, she glances at James before existing the mausoleum. James follows your mother with his eyes and seems to be preparing for this final goodbye. You… * [[…hug him.|ch2funeralhugjames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…squeeze his shoulder as a show of support.|ch2squeezejames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…whisper words of encouragement to him.|ch2jamesencouragment][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…leave him alone while he works through his feelings.|ch2jamesleavealone]]

He’s right to stay quiet at a time like this. But words are not the only way to speak. You slowly move your hand closer to his. You keep your head facing forward but you watch from the corner of your eye as your fingers brush his. Their warmth fills some small hole inside of you. Surprise flickers across his face for a mere second before he softly drags his thumb along the back of your hand before subtly pulling away. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

You keep your voice low as you whisper, “Thank you.” “At your service,” he whispers back. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

You enter the tall, imposing doors of the mausoleum behind the rest of the group. Your eyes glaze over the intricate inscriptions and carvings on the door. Your family motto sits square in the middle. <<if $mottofamily>>//Familia supra omnia. Family Above All.//<</if>><<if $mottostoic>>//Aequem servare mentem. Keep the Mind Calm.//<</if>><<if $mottostrong>>//Fortis est non pertubaris in rebus asperis. The Strong Do Not Falter in Adversity.//<</if>> Constantine and the rest of the Knights carrying the King’s coffin place it in the middle of the room on a lifted marble altar before stepping away, into the shadows of the room. The Oracle and their disciples gather around the resting place and begin to quietly speak their prayers. <<if $processionconstantine>> Constantine finds his way to you. After a moment, he leans closer to ensure you can hear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side on the way here.” You turn toward him, taking in the sorrowful blue eyes framed by bag. It’s the most exhausted you’ve ever seen him. “You needn’t apologize. You were right were you needed to be.” He takes a long moment to mull over your words before responding. “As I am now, Your Highness.” And with that he takes a step away but stays by your side.<</if>> The prayers come to an end and your mother walks up to the coffin. She runs her fingers along the marble as she leans close and whispers something that only the Gods can hear. Once finished, she glances at James before existing the mausoleum. James follows your mother with his eyes and seems to be preparing for this final goodbye. You… * [[…hug him.|ch2funeralhugjames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…squeeze his shoulder as a show of support.|ch2squeezejames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…whisper words of encouragement to him.|ch2jamesencouragment][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[…leave him alone while he works through his feelings.|ch2jamesleavealone]]

While you appreciate having $Frederick by your side as you walk to your father’s final destination, you don’t feel the need to respond back. After a few moments of quiet, you glance over at $Frederick and find that $fhis face is calm. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach the mausoleum. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

Instead of responding with words, you shift closer to $Frederick. You slowly move your hand closer to $fhis. Your your head facing forward but watch from the corner of your eye as your fingers brush $fhis. Their warmth fills some small hole inside of you. You watch as $fhis body stiffens and $fhis eyes widen from the unexpected touch. $Frederick sucks in a shaky breath but responds by gently squeezing your hand before withdrawing. You walk in a comfortable silence the rest of the way until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

You offer a small smile. “No, everything is fine. At least, I’ve nothing to report.” You watch as Margaret nods. “Ah - alright, then.” She hesitantly smiles back. The two of you fall into silence as you walk the rest of the way to your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

“I haven’t noticed anything. I was just looking for…someone to walk with.” She doesn’t respond for a moment and you glance over at her. She nods and says, “I see. Well, I can walk alongside you and look out for assassins.” Her eyes continue to scan as she speaks, never lingering anywhere for long. The two of you fall into a rhythmic walk and continue on until you reach your father’s final destination. * [[Enter the mausoleum.|ch2entermausoleum]]

You stare at the open door that James and Vivian walked through moments before. The wind howls and then quiets. Thousands of citizens surround the mausoleum and you get lost in the sea of cries and prayers. Their desperation thickens the air like thick black smoke. You shake your thoughts from the outside world and turn your gaze back to the middle of the room. You movements are slow as you come to a stop at your father’s coffin. //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine more than the thought of us four together again.// Your hand traces the letter tucked away in your pocket. //But I wonder whether the sacrifices were too great.// You suck in a breath as tears prick your eyes. * [[You let the tears fall.|ch2funeralcry]] * [[You push the tears away.|ch2funeraldontcry]]

You let out the breath as the tears fall freely. You don’t feel better, but you don’t feel worse for giving in to your feelings. <<if $mottostrong>> Sometimes being strong means facing reality. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottofamily>> Family Above All. Your family has been torn apart. And with the assassin on the loose, there’s no way to know what else you’ll lose. Your father is gone. You will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottostoic>> Sometimes you need to let the chaos take hold of your mind. Sometimes there is no calm to be found so you embrace whatever you can reach. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>> Thoughts for another time. It’s time to say goodbye to your father. * [[You whisper a prayer and leave flowers.|ch2funeralprayer]] * [[You place handpicked flowers on top of the coffin.|ch2funeralflowers]] * [[You place your hand on the coffin as well as a couple flowers before leaving.|ch2funeralhand]]

You let out the breath as you push the tears away. You won’t let your feelings interfere. <<if $mottostrong>> Sometimes being strong means facing reality. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottofamily>> Family Above All. Your family has been torn apart. And with the assassin on the loose, there’s no way to know what else you’ll lose. Your father is gone. You will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>><<if $mottostoic>> You won’t let the chaos take hold of your mind. A silent, steadying breath leaves your lips. Your father is gone. And you will take his place. You glance back at the door, focusing again on the harrowing sounds of mourners. They’ll mourn like that for you. The only question is how soon.<</if>> Thoughts for another time, perhaps. It’s time to say goodbye to your father. * [[You whisper a prayer and leave flowers.|ch2funeralprayer]] * [[You place handpicked flowers on top of the coffin.|ch2funeralflowers]] * [[You place your hand on the coffin as well as a couple flowers before leaving.|ch2funeralhand]]

<<nobr>>You bow your head and whisper a prayer for your father. <<if $chosegaia>>”Gaia, benevolent mother, here my plea on this mournful day. May your comforting presence envelop this lost soul, may your generosity guide them through his journey to Avernus. And grant me strength to accept the cycle of life and death, To carry on living with the purpose that runs in my blood. Goddess Gaia, source of life, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseletum>>”Letum, father of the departed, here my plea on this mournful day. May your gentle touch envelop this lost soul, may your shadows welcome him into Avernus. And grant me the strength to accept impending mortality, To cherish the fleeting moments we have left. God Letum, guardian of the eternal cycle, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen king. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseaurora>>”Aurora, bright daughter of hope, hear my plea on this mournful day. May your celestial light illuminate a path for this lost soul, may your radiance deliver him to the doorstep to Avernus. And grant me the strength to embrace the beauty of the cycle, To find comfort in the memories locked inside my heart. Goddess Aurora, source of light, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseeurybia>>”Eurybia, selfless daughter of the night, hear my plea on this mournful day. May your tranquil touch guide this lost soul, may your moonlight deliver him to the doors of Avernus. And grant me the strength to find solace in the ebbing twilight, To embrace the mysteries of the nocturnal expanse. Goddess Eurybia, guardian of secrets, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $choseeros>>”Eros, fickle god of emotions, hear my plea on this mournful day. May your tender touch guide this lost soul, may your love overshadow the betrayal and deliver him to Avernus. And grant me the strength to mend my shattered heart, To rebuild Castelon with understanding and wisdom. God Eros, guardian of dual nature, I offer this prayer on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now.”<</if>><<if $atheist>>You don’t believe in the Gods but your father did so you pray anyway. Gods and Goddess, hear my plea on this mournful day. Grant this lost soul peace and eternal rest, Embrace his spirit as you grasp his soul. Take this cherished one into your fold, Give him a place in Avernus. Gods, I offer this plea on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now!”<</if>><<if $agnostic>>You’re not sure whether the gods are real but it can’t hurt to pray. Gods and Goddess, hear my plea on this mournful day. Grant this lost soul peace and eternal rest, Embrace his spirit as you grasp his soul. Take this cherished one into your fold, Give him a place in Avernus. Gods, I offer this plea on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now!”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods>>When it comes to the Gods, you’re indifferent. But it can’t hurt to prayer for your father. Gods and Goddess, hear my plea on this mournful day. Grant this lost soul peace and eternal rest, Embrace his spirit as you grasp his soul. Take this cherished one into your fold, Give him a place in Avernus. Gods, I offer this plea on behalf of my fallen King. My fallen father. Hear me now!”<</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>>Finally, you handpicked <<cycle "$funeralflowersch2" autoselect>> <<option "poppies">> <<option "carnations">> <<option "bluebells">> <<option "lotuses">> <<option "asters">> <</cycle>> to place atop your father’s coffin.<</nobr>> You spread the bundle of flowers across the marble. After committing the image to memory, you make your way to the exit wondering if your words will reach the ears of the divine. * [[Back at the castle, the day drags on.|ch2ff]]

Words evade you but you still honor your father. <<nobr>>You handpicked <<cycle "$funeralflowersch2" autoselect>> <<option "poppies">> <<option "carnations">> <<option "bluebells">> <<option "lotuses">> <<option "asters">> <</cycle>> to place atop your father’s coffin.<</nobr>> You spread the bundle of $funeralflowersch2 across the marble. After committing the image to memory, you make your way to the exit. * [[Back at the castle, the day drags on.|ch2ff]]

Back at the castle, the day drags on. After freshening up and changing clothes, you’re currently sat at the head of the main table in the ballroom. This commemorative feast is the last part of your father’s funeral. A bittersweet celebration meant to honor the life he led in pursuit of a prosperous Castelon. Most families throw a feast after the passing of their loved ones, though never one this large. Your gaze falls on the right of the room, where nobles gather under the guise of mourning. Shifting to the left of the room, randomly chosen citizens of Castelon take in the sight of the castle and drink to the beloved King. Straight ahead, the balcony doors are blocked off by musicians playing gentle melodies on their lutes and lyres. Someone clears their throat and you glance to the right, where you find your mother. “Thank you for keeping my seat warm, $mcname.” The Queen wears a tight smile. She clearly wants you to get up. Heaving a sigh, you stand. She brushes her hand around her dress and takes a seat. Turning to you, she says, “Soon enough, this will be your seat. Enjoy the remaining remnants of your freedom until then.” Her voice isn’t cold. There is no hostility or frustration. In this moment, all of your mother’s tendencies have been replaced by wistfulness. * [[You nod before leaving her presence.]] * [[You squeeze her shoulder before going.]] * [[You simply leave.]]

You nod in acknowledgeable before leaving her presence. * [[Slip away to the courtyard.|ch2courtyard]]

You reach over and squeeze your mother’s shoulder before leaving. It’s been a tough day all around. * [[Slip away to the courtyard.|ch2courtyard]]

You don’t respond as you walk away. * [[Slip away to the courtyard.|ch2courtyard]]

You slip out of the ballroom, out of castle, finding yourself in the courtyard. Away from the suffocating atmosphere of the feast, you lean your back against the castle’s warm walls. Daylight isn’t completely gone but a few bright stars shine above anyway. You close your eyes and soak in the light warmth of the beginnings of summer. But solace escapes shortly after when you hear a sound from the stables. You quietly make your way over, peeking through the door. Four guards sit around a table, cards in their hands. Well, one’s dozed off but the others are alert. One of them sighs and places his card down. “Has there been any of other news about that signet ring found by the King’s body?” A second one chimes in after a moment of looking at her cards. “Only that it doesn’t belong to any of the current Houses. Seems like a dead end to me.” She places a single card down and turns to the third one. “Bet you can’t top that.” He rolls his eyes and takes a look before making an annoyed sound. His cards go flying across the table. “Fuck you and fuck this game!” His chair screeches across the floor as he stands. You back away from the door, heading back into the castle. But your thoughts linger on the knowledge of this ring. And on the fact that this is the first you’ve heard of it. * [[Inside, people begin taking their seats.]]

You weave your way through the crowd and sit to the right of your mother. James is already sitting down at his seat across from you. Queen Vivian stands and voices begin to quiet until there is only an uncomfortable, inevitable silence. Her eyes pierce every corner of the room as she speaks. “Thank you all for gathering here as we feast in honor of my husband, King Percival. Please raise your glasses and drink in his name.” She raises her almost empty glass into the air. “For Percival.” You raise your own glass as you watch your mother. She downs the rest of her wine. “And now, let’s eat.” The ballroom descends into chaos. * [[But it all comes to an end before too long. New days await.|ch2vivianinterlude]]

“I’ll ride my horse,” you tell Constantine. He nods. “I’ll fetch her from the stables.” “Thank you.” You watch as he disappears around the corner before turning to James. Neither of you appears to know what to say. It’s only been a couple of days since your father’s funeral. Most people would be looking forward to putting the pain of the past behind them. But that voice in the back of your head reminds you of just how impossible that is. The late King’s assassin is still out there. And you’re no closer to finding the answers you seek. “$mcname, I -” James’ soft voice is interrupted by the sound of your steed’s neighing as Constantine leads her toward you. “What were you saying?” Constantine hands you the reigns and you turn your head to James awaiting an answer. “Nothing. Nothing, let’s go.” He’s already on his horse and riding off before you can respond. “Hey, everything okay?” You look into Constantine’s concerned eyes before glancing at your brother’s departing figure. He follows your gaze. “I don’t know.” You meet his gaze now. “This is the closest I’ve been to my brother in years, so why does it feel so distant?” Constantine smiles softly as he mounts his horse, Jutsice. “You’ll get there. Just…don’t give up on him. He’s torn right now.” You contemplate his words as you and $horsename ride alongside Anna and Constantine to catch up with James. The sound of the carriage falls away as you get further from $Frederick, Felix, and Margaret. You, James, Constantine, and Anna settle into a comfortable speed. Looking around, you decide to ride… * [[…next to Anna.|ch2ridewanna]] * [[…next to Constantine.|ch2ridewc]] * [[…next to James.|ch2ridewjames]]

“I’ll ride in the carriage today.” James nods. “We’ll see you in Invictus, then.” Constantine gestures towards a group of Knights. “We’ll be ahead of you, but these Knights will follow your carriage.” “Thank you, Constantine.” He quickly bows before joining James. You turn around and walk to the carriage, stepping inside. Margaret sits on one side, Felix sits on the other. $Frederick will join after you take a seat. * [[Sit next to Felix.]] * [[Sit next to Margaret.]] * [[Tell Felix to sit next to Margaret.]]

Anna’s riding in the back behind Constantine and James so you slow $horsename down to fall in line with her. She doesn’t notice you at first, her gaze set on the Sea of Shadows in the backdrop of the capital as you ride toward it. Her brows knitted and a soft frown upon her lips. You don’t interrupt her for a few minutes, but find it hard to enjoy the silence. The silence is where the questions and thoughts of what-ifs linger. “Drachma for your thoughts?” you ask. Her surprised eyes turn to you and she laughs softly. “Sorry, $mcname. I was just thinking about…my parents.” Her gaze shifts to the ground. Anna rarely speaks of her parents or their murder. But you remember one of her birthdays when she cried for hours. <<if $touchaverse is false>>You didn’t know what to do so you just held her while she cried for what she had lost.<</if>><<if $touchaverse>>You didn’t know what to do so you just sat by her side while she cried for what she had lost.<</if>> She sighs. “I was just wondering if they would be proud of me. Sometimes…sometimes I don’t think I’ve done what they would have wanted from me.” You consider her musings and… * [[…reassure her that they would be proud.|ch2reassureanna]] * [[…remind her that it’s not too late to change her path.|ch2remindanna]] * [[…tell her you can’t speak for the dead but encourage her to exist for the living.|ch2livinganna]] * [[…decide it’s best to ride on in silence, afterall.|ch2silenceanna]]

Constantine’s a little ways ahead of you, at the front of the group, so you urge $horsename forward to match his pace. He glances at you with a thoughtful smile. “Something on your mind, Your Highness?” * [[Tell him that you just want to chat.|ch2ccompany][$cfriend +=4]] * [[Compliment his riding ability.|ch2cridingability][$cflirt +=4]] ❤️

You urge your horse onward until you match pace with James. He chuckles and looks over at you. “Don’t tell me $HisHer Highness is bored already.” “Not bored. Perhaps I wanted to ask you about earlier. You were saying something…” His gaze moves away from you and he doesn’t respond for a while. “You frustrate me, $mcsibling. I always find myself wondering why you can’t let things go.” He shakes his head and throws you an amused. “Then I remember we’re twins. Neither of us can. It’s not who we are.” You hum thoughtfully at his words. “Look, earlier…I just wanted to say that I’ll protect you. I know I couldn’t save father. But I-I won’t fail again. Not with you.” His intense and genuine gaze bores into you. * [["I don’t need your protection, James."]] * [["Don’t let the past prevent you from living, okay?"][$jamestrust +=2]] * [["Thank you, James. But you know that’s not your job, right?"][$jamestrust +=2]] * [["I’m not even sure I can trust you. How am I supposed to believe that?"][$jamestrust -=2]] * [["The best way to protect me is by sharing the truth with me. All of it."]]

<<if $touchaverse is false>>You reach across and squeeze her shoulder.<</if>> “They //would// be proud of you, Anna.” Her eyes meet yours. “Do you really think so, $mcname?” You nod. “Of course. You’re the kindest, most loyal friend anyone could dream of. I know they’d be proud of the person you are.” She smiles at you before turning away, but you don’t miss the sadness that lingers in her eyes. “Thank you, $mcname. I don’t know that I deserve a friend such as yourself.” You softly brush $horsename’s mane as you set your gaze on the capital in the distance. “Don’t question the love others have for you. That’s the quickest way to lose yourself.” The two of you settle into a comfortable silence. Perhaps the shadows aren’t so bad when you don’t have to face them alone. [[You reach Invictus.]]

“If you don’t like the path before you, find a new one.” Before she can respond, you add, “Not everyone has the luxury of doing so.” She’s quiet for a while before saying, “Sounds like something your father would have said.” You laugh softly, remembering a time when he did. A time when things were simpler. “He had a lot of wisdom, didn’t he?” you muse. Anna nods and the two of you settle into a comfortable silence. Perhaps the shadows aren’t so bad when you don’t have to face them alone. [[You reach Invictus.]]

You sigh. “I can’t speak for what the dead think, Anna. But…something I’m realizing is that we have to keep going for the living. Others and ourselves.” She’s quiet for a while before saying, “I hate it when you’re right.” The two of you share a smile you settle into a comfortable silence. Perhaps the shadows aren’t so bad when you don’t have to face them alone. [[You reach Invictus.]]

While you can feel for Anna, you’re not sure it’s best to respond. It seems like she’s simply musing and isn’t looking for a conversation. And although you weren’t sure about riding in silence, perhaps the shadows aren’t so bad when you don’t have to face them alone. [[You reach Invictus.]]

TLDR: This is the end of Part 1 of Chapter 2. Part 2 is mostly complete. I hope to finish it soon, but I severely underestimated the branching and how much work it would be (several times for several months, in fact.) The point is, thank you for your patience. It means a lot to me. —---------- Dear Reader, A lot has happened in the past year that has impacted my ability to dedicate as much of myself as I wanted to completing Chapter 2. I don’t add this note as an excuse, but to make it clear that while I may sometimes be pulled away for X number of things, I remain dedicated to seeing this game through. I cannot guarantee when Part 2 will be complete, nor can I guarantee when the game will be complete. But I began writing //Next in Line// after my grandfather’s death because I needed a way to reconcile with the complicated relationship we had - and the fact that I wasn’t able to repair it before his death and that I didn’t get to say goodbye. Still, I know there are a lot of depressing games out there and it’s not my intention to make //Next in Line// one. There are times when it is, because that is me, the person behind the characters, writing the emotions that I am grappling with. The emotions that MC and their family are grappling with, too. But I assure you that just as King Percival says, //there cannot always be darkness//. There are countless ways you could spend your time and yet, you spent some playing this game. Thank you for that. Thank you for always supporting me and for recognizing that I’m a human just doing my best. I hope you’ll come back for future updates. Best, Vi

“I was just hoping to chat with you on the way to the capital.” Constantine nods. “Well, here I am at your service, You Highness, whether that be with swords or words.” “I appreciate that. I do have something to ask you actually…” He turns toward you, waiting for you to continue. * [[Ask what he remembers from the night your father was assassinated.|ch2cquestion]]

“I simply wished to compliment you on your riding ability.” You smile at him. His blue eyes sparkle with uncertainty. “Well…I have a lot of experience.” “Do you, now?” He nods. “Yes, I mean, as a Knight -” He pauses. “We //are// talking about horses, right?” * [["Sure," you say, not meaning it at all.]] * [[Smirk. "Not at all."]] * [["Hmm - oh! Yes, definitely horses."]] * [[You furrow your brows, genuinely confused. "What else would we be talking about?"]]

You’re silent for a moment, wondering the best way to approach this conversation. But there isn’t really a suitable way to in any circumstance. You glance back, seeing that James and Anna have fallen into place next to each other and are conversing. Constantine watches your behavior with a raised brow. “I apologize in advance for the abrupt ask, but I need to know what you remember from the night my father was assassinated.” He sighs and turns his gaze back to the road ahead. “I was wondering when you’d ask.” He glances at you briefly with an exhausted smile. “I’ve relived the night again and again trying to find something new. Something useful. I’m not sure it’ll be any use to you but I’ll recount what I remember.” You nod. “Thank you.” “Of course, Your Highness.” You don’t miss the way his hands tighten around the reins. * [[Relive the assassination from Constantine’s point of view.]] * [[Hear the brief recount of the assassination from Constantine.]]

!Invictus - The Capital of Castelon I'm still adding some content here shhh :)

!!!<div style="text-align: right;">Constantine’s Point of View</div> The chill wraps around you as you step onto the dock. You turn to look back at James. The huge smile on his face conjures one of your own. Returning home after years at war is bound to do that. But especially to a Prince who was but a child when he was thrust into the mist of it all. You feel pride swell in your heart at the way your friend has grown. James steps off the boat and turns to you. “It doesn’t feel real, does it? I’ve dreamt of returning home so often, I can’t be sure.” You smirk and reach out to pinch his skin. “Ow!” He jumps and slaps your hand away. “Feel real yet?” The Prince rolls his eyes. “I hate you.” You chuckle to yourself as you adjust your sword and start doing a sweep of the dock. “No, you don’t.” James grumbles and joins your side. You give him a sidelong look. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” He huffs. “Seriously? We’re home. We can’t be any safer.” Still, his eyes dart around. “Just, let me do my job, okay?” James sighs but nods and heads back to wait for his father and the rest of the group to disembark. * [[An hour later, all the sweeps have been done and the group heads toward the Castle.]]

Constantine clears his throat. “James and I were the first off the ship when it docked. He was excited to get home. Your father was as well. Anyway, the Knights and I did a sweep for an hour before we set off on the road to the castle.” He pauses and take a deep breath, blue eyes dull as he continues. “There were supposed to be more of us there to guard. Some of them were injured on and didn’t survive the journey. We were also supposed to dock the next morning, not that night. I guess we made good time because we got there around midnight.” “The Knights meant to meet us at the dock weren’t there yet since we were early. But the King didn’t want to wait, he wanted to get home as quickly as possible.” “The first half of the ride was smooth but the second half…that’s where things went wrong. I noticed some tracks and we paused to investigate. We were ambushed. There was fire and smoke everywhere. I got separated from your brother and the King.” “When I found them again, there was only five of us left. James wanted me to leave him behind and take your father home. The King urged me to take James and leave him.” Constantine turns his face away but not quick enough. A tear rolls down his face. He takes a heavy breath, chocking out the words. “I didn’t know what to do. I froze. I-I failed them. And you.” He finally turns back to look at you. * [[Don’t say anything.]] * [[Remind him it was an impossible situation and not his fault.][$cfriend +=2]] <<if $touchaverse>>* [[Reach over and squeeze his hand.][$cflirt +=6]] ❤️<</if>>

You ride at the front of the group, looking back frequently to check on your charges. James and King Percival are all smiles as they converse in the middle of the small group of Knights. There were supposed to be more of you, but some didn’t make the trip. They never healed from their wounds… And you weren’t due to dock in Castelon until the morning. But the King was eager to get home and insisted you ride tonight. The trip would normally take a day in a half or two days, but he wanted to ride as quickly as possible and cut that down. * [[But all hell breaks loose halfway there.]]

You slow your horse, noticing fresh tracks up ahead. Your paranoia kicks in so you signal for everyone to slow down. You get off your horse take a look. Just as you crouch down, flames rain down around you. Your horse runs off and one of your Knights is thrown off theirs. You draw your sword as dozens of masked assailants close in. You quickly move closer to the King. James and Percival have already drawn their swords. Jaw set and fear coursing through your veins, you fight tooth and nail for what feels like hours, always looking for an exit, always looking for a way to get your charges out of here. Somewhere in the midst of it all, you lost them. “Constantine!” You pull your blade from someone’s abdomen before running toward the sound of your name. The flames have begun to overtake everything, smoke caught in your lungs. Covering your mouth with your sleeve, you barrel your way through. James and Percival are back-to-back fighting. But there’s too many. And they keep coming. You clear a path to them and look around. It’s just the three of you and two Knights left. You swallow down the nausea. Years of fighting and it’s all come down to this. James desperate $mceyecolor eyes meet yours across the smoke. You finally reach his side. “Injuries?” You look over the two of them. “None,” James responds. “None,” the King echoes, meeting your eyes with a determined nods. You take a deep breath. The assailants pull back and the five of you look around, weapons ready. “What the fuck is this,” James hisses. “Mind games, son,” Percival says. “They’re getting ready to end this.” James grabs your arms. “Get my father out of here. Now!” You open your mouth to respond but the King grabs your other one. “Listen to //me//, Constantine. Take James home.” Your eyes dart between the two, their two sets of eyes imploring you to make a decision. Everything quiets except for the sound of your heart. You’ve never been one for indecision. You’ve never been one to freeze in a battle. But you know this isn’t just a battle. This is something outside of your control. An outcome that will happen no matter what action you take. You close your eyes for split second and the push it all away before turning your back to the two royals. “There’s no way out. Only around.” Everyone stands up straighter, watching as the masked assassins rush toward the group. “Dad,” James says with a cracked voice, turning to glance at the King. Percival looks at his son with an equally agonized look. “I know, son. I know.” * [[You fight. Until you don’t.]]

You don’t know how long passes but your arms are tired and your legs don’t want to stand any long. There’s so much blood everywhere. And you don’t know whether any of it is yours. Every part of you is so numb, so — so nothing. You blink several times trying to clear your vision. Finally, someone’s arms steady you. “Constantine.” It’s James’ ragged voice. “James?” “Fuck. Fuck! Constantine, can you hear me?” A wet warmth lingers on your face and $mceyecolor eyes come through the haze. Tears prick in James’ eyes. “Fuck, I thought I’d lost you.” “What happened?” You ask, steadying now. James shakes his head. “You took a sword for my father.” You nod. “That’s good.” James frowns. “No, you’ve lost a lot of blood. It’s not good!” Tears start streaming down the Prince’s eyes now. “And I can’t find him, Constantine. S-somewhere in the h-haze, w-we got lost. I c-can’t fi—” You wrap in a quick hug. “Okay, okay, we’ll find him. Take a breath. Take a breath.” You pull away and start making your way through the smoke and ash, one hand pressed to your abdomen. The pain starts to take over as your consciousness levels out. Your eyes land on a figure fighting too. You move quicker with James catching up. You reach for your sword but it’s not there. Panicking you grab one from the ground. James draws his as well. James hits one from the back and you take the other one, striking him down with Percival’s help. Once they’re both down, you look to the King. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left your side.” The King smiles at you gently. “All is well that ends well, Constantine. It looks like we’ve made it out of this in one piece.” His eyes dart to your abdomen. “We need to get to the Castle, quickly.” He starts walking back the way you came. “Come on,” he waves the two of you on, looking back to make sure you’re walking. Your eyes land on a group of archers who’ve appeared out of the smoke. “Your Majesty!” You try to make it to him. Try to shield him. But and arrow after arrow pierces him as his eyes widen while looking into yours. Blood spills from his lips. James runs to his side, unbothered by the arrows. “Father! No,” his cries break you. Again and again and again. “James,” you call, your voice hoarse. “They’re reloading. We need to go.” James leans closer to the King. You hear Percival whispering but you don’t know what he says. James scrambles up and toward you, grabbing your arm and pulling you through the trees. Your lungs burn and your legs are ready to collapse but you don’t stop. You can’t. * [[Present day.]]

You nod and contemplate everything Constantine has told you. The ship arrived early. An ambush was waiting on the path to the Castle. Your father whispered something to James, supposedly asking him to give up the throne. And James and Constantine escaped to…somewhere. You glance back at your brother, seeing he’s still lost in conversation with Anna. He feels your gaze and meets your eyes. He raises an eyebrow but you turn back to Constantine. “Thank you, Constantine. The difficulty of retelling this is not lost on me.” “If you have questions later, please don’t hesitate to ask.” “Thank you…actually, I heard there was a signet ring found by my father’s body.” Surprise flickers across his face. “I didn’t know…I can only assume someone left it there after James and I escaped.” “Right, left it there on purpose, or dropped it on accident.” You sigh thinking of the questions with no answers. “Well, that’s all for now.” “Alright,” he replies. “We’re almost to the capital.” The two of you fall into silence the rest of the way, lost in your own thoughts. * [[You reach Invictus.]]

You don’t say anything as you take in his words. * [[He finishes telling you what happened.]]

“It was an impossible situation, Constantine. You are not to blame.” His brows furrow and he opens his mouth to protest. “The assassin are to blame. Wouldn’t you agree?” He shakes his head begrudgingly. “At this point, I’m loath to disagree with a word you say.” “As you should be,” you say. He chuckles softly. * [[He finishes telling you what happened.]]

You reach over and squeeze his hand. His eyes gaze at your atop his, but he doesn’t pull away. Finally, he turns his gaze back to you. There’s a softness overpowering the sadness. A warmth swallowing the cold. “Your feelings are valid. But it wasn’t your fault, Constantine. We’ll find those responsible and they will know justice.” You squeeze his hand once more before pulling away. He smiles gently. “You’re right, Your Highness. They //will// know justice.” A moment of silence passes. * [[He finishes telling you what happened.]]

“We fought, the five of us. We fought with everything we had. And then…I remember waking up at James’ behest. He said I had taken a sword for your father. But he was distraught because they’d been separated. I truly don’t recall what happened between all of that.” He sighs and glances toward the approaching capital. “We found the King holding his own against two men. We helped him finish and he started leading us away. But…there were archers that appeared through the smoke. And they just — they just shot arrow after arrow at him.” He looks down now, running his hand through the mane of Allegiance. “James ran to him. Percival whispered something to him. I couldn’t hear what it was. James told me later that he told him to give the throne up to you.” Constantine blue eyes pierce you now. “We only got away because the archers needed more arrows. James dragged me through the woods. The rest is a little…confusing. I was in and out of consciousness but I know we stayed with someone. You should ask James.” * [[You nod and contemplate everything Constantine has told you.]]

The ship arrived early. An ambush was waiting on the path to the Castle. Your father whispered something to James, supposedly asking him to give up the throne. And James and Constantine escaped to…somewhere. You glance back at your brother, seeing he’s still lost in conversation with Anna. He feels your gaze and meets your eyes. He raises an eyebrow but you turn back to Constantine. “Thank you, Constantine. The difficulty of retelling this is not lost on me.” “If you have questions later, please don’t hesitate to ask.” “Thank you…actually, I heard there was a signet ring found by my father’s body.” Surprise flickers across his face. “I didn’t know…I can only assume someone left it there after James and I escaped.” “Right, left it there on purpose, or dropped it on accident.” You sigh thinking of the questions with no answers. “Well, that’s all for now.” “Alright,” he replies. “We’re almost to the capital.” The two of you fall into silence the rest of the way, lost in your own thoughts. * [[You reach Invictus.]]

“Sure,” you say, not meaning it at all. Constantine stares at you for a long moment before biting his lip and turning away. “…going to end well?” he mumbles to himself. “Did you say something?” He shakes his head and turns back to you. “So, aside from my riding habits, was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” “Ah - I do have something to ask you, actually…” * [[Ask what he remembers from the night your father was assassinated.|ch2cquestion]]

You smirk at Constantine. “Not at all.” He shakes his head and tries to hide a smile by turning his face away from view. “This is going to be agonizing trip if you keep saying things like that.” “Mm. I love a tortured soul,” you reply. He groans and runs a hand over his face. “Please, I’m begging you for a change of topic, Your Highness.” Your smile grows. “Begging? That could work.” Constantine takes a deep breath and turns to you, blue eyes boring into your $mceyecolor ones. “Please, $mcname.” You quiet for a moment before sighing. “Well, there is something else I wanted to ask…” * [[Ask what he remembers from the night your father was assassinated.|ch2cquestion]]

“Hmm - oh! Yes, definitely horses,” you hastily reply. He laughs nervously. “Of course, I thought so.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, thank you for your kind words, Your Highness. You’re a skilled rider, too.” “Thank you,” you reply with a nod. His eyes turn back to the road. “Was there anything in particular you wanted to discuss on our ride today?” “Ah - I do have something to ask you, actually…” * [[Ask what he remembers from the night your father was assassinated.|ch2cquestion]]

You furrow your brows, genuinely confused. “What else would we be talking about?” “Well I -” he stops and considers your words with a tilt of his head. An endearing smile graces his face as he gazes at you with soft eyes. “I appreciate the compliment, Your Highness. You’re a skilled rider, too.” “Thank you,” you reply with a nod. His eyes turn back to the road. “Was there anything in particular you wanted to discuss on our ride today?” “Ah - I do have something to ask you, actually…” * [[Ask what he remembers from the night your father was assassinated.|ch2cquestion]]

“I don’t need your protection, James.” “Maybe not mine specifically, but you do need protection, $mcname. You’re next on the list of assassination targets.” You click your tongue. “Really? And how would you know?” He rolls his eyes and meets your gaze. “Because you’re next in line. It’s not exactly secret how assassin plot.” “Fine. I’ll let that one slide. But the point stands, I don’t need your protection.” He shrugs. “You have it anyway.” Neither of you speaks the rest of the way, a tense silence hanging over you. [[You reach Invictus.]]

“Don’t let the past prevent you from living, okay?” James meets your gaze. “I’m not letting the past run me, $mcname. But I have learned from it. I don’t want lose you, too.” “We’ll figure this out,” you assure him. “Justice will be served.” “Damn right it will be,” he responds, throwing you a smile. The two of you chat the rest of the way about going-ons around the castle and the latest news from around the Kingdom. [[You reach Invictus.]]

“Thank you, James. But you know that’s not your job, right?” He throws a smile your way. “I mean, as an older sibling, it kind of is.” “Wow, pulling the older sibling card.” “Get used to it, I’m just getting started.” He winks. You snort. “Don’t //ever// wink at me again.” The two of you chat the rest of the way about going-ons around the castle and the latest news from around the Kingdom. [[You reach Invictus.]]

You give your twin a doubtful look. “I’m not even sure I can trust you. How am I supposed to believe you?” His gaze meets yours, a sadness swirling in his eyes. “I’ll earn your trust back. I will, $mcname. Until then, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe.” You scoff. “I suppose we’ll see, then.” He sighs. “I don’t remember you being so…snarky.” “I don’t remember you hiding so many things.” He doesn’t respond and neither of you speaks for the rest of the ride to the capital. A tense silence hangs over you. [[You reach Invictus.]]

“The best way to protect me is by sharing the truth with me. All of it.” He clicks his tongue. “I’m not hiding the truth from you, $mcname. Everything I know, you know. Every I suspect, I haven’t shared because I don’t have proof yet. The implications are…I need you to trust me here.” He meets your gaze, desperation in his voice. “Please, trust me on this.” [["Okay, okay. I trust you. Everything you know to be truth, I know, too."][$jamestrust +=10]] [["I can’t. I just can’t, James."][$jamestrust -=10]]

You shake your head, frustration lacing your words. “I can’t. I just can’t, James.” Disappointment fills his gaze. “I understand.” Neither of you speaks the rest of the way, a tense silence hanging over you. [[You reach Invictus.]]

You sigh but nod. “Okay, okay. I trust you.” Relief fills his face. “Everything you know to be truth, I know, too.” “Thank you, $mcname. I promise that once I know anything more, I’ll share it with you. I will.” You meet his genuine gaze. “I believe you.” The two of you chat the rest of the way about going-ons around the castle and the latest news from around the Kingdom. [[You reach Invictus.]]

You sit next to Felix. He’s wedged into the corner, eyes already closed. But he opens them to look at you as you sit down. “Let me know if I’m taking up to much space,” he says with a sleepy smile. * [[Respond with a simple nod.]] * [["You’re fine," you reply with a smile of your own.][$felixfriend +=4]] * [["Actually, it’d be great if you could move a little further over."][$felixfriend +=4]] * [["You can lean your head on my shoulder if you want. You know, so your neck doesn’t hurt."][$felixflirt +=4]] ❤️

You take your place next to Margaret. She’s reading a book titled Sappho: New Poems from the Tenth Muse. She glances away from her book to watch you get settled. “Want to read with me?” * [["Thanks, but I’m okay."][$mfriend +=4]] * [["Sure," you reply with a smile.][$mflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[Pull out your own book instead.][$mfriend +=4]]

“Felix, sit next to Margaret so $Frederick can sit on that side with me.” “For the love of Gods, please no,” Margaret protests. Felix narrows his eyes at her. “Don’t act like I smell or something.” She rolls her eyes. “You smell perfectly boring, Felix. But I don’t want your snoring in my ear the entire ride.” Felix grumbles but moves anyway. “Well, too bad, $HisHer Highness gets what they want.” Margaret sighs and turns to her book. “Fine, fine. I shall employ noble lady behavior…//this// time.” You shake your head at your bantering companions and take your seat. A moment later, $Frederick steps inside the carriage. $fHe freezes and raises a brow when $fhe sees the only empty place next to you. * [["I don’t bite," you say with a smirk.][$ffriend +=4]] * [["Do you…not want to sit with me?" Disappointment laces your tone.][$ffriend +=4]] * [["I wanted to sit by you. Is that alright?"][$flirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[Pat the seat.]]

You pat the seat next to you to encourage $Frederick to take a seat. $fHis brows furrow but $fhe takes the seat. Margaret’s eyes watch the exchange from over her book. Felix smirks at his $fsibling. “Someone’s obedient.” $Frederick glares at Felix before pulling out $fhis journal. The carriage begins to move. * [[Try to take a peek at the journal.|ch2journalpeek]] * [[Tell Felix to shut up and go to sleep.]] * [[Relax in silence for a while.]] <<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>* [[Ask about the leftover war funds that were sent to the libraries.]]<</if>>

“I wanted to sit by you. Is that alright?” $Frederick’s face softens. “Yes, of course. I’d love to sit next to you, $mcname.” $fHe takes $fhis seat next to you and the carriage starts moving shortly after. Once settled, you catch each other’s gaze and $Frederick smiles at you. <<if $fnotforgivenyet>>”I know I haven’t earned your forgiveness yet, but I’ll do everything to make it right,” $fhe tells you quietly.”<</if>><<if $fneverforgive>>$Frederick sighs before turning away. “What’s the point of this, $mcname? You said you’ll never forgive me.”<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>”I know you’re not ready to forgive me yet and won’t trust me again, but I’m glad you don’t seem to hate me.”<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustagain>>”I’m grateful that you’ve forgiven me, $mcname. I wish I could earn your trust back, but I understand.”<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet>>”I’m grateful that you’ve forgiven me but I know I still need to earn your trust. I’m glad you chose to sit by me anyway,” $fhe tells you quietly.<</if>><<if $fforgiven>>”Thank you, for forgiving me, $mcname. Thank you for another chance to be someone in your life,” $fhe says quietly.<</if>> You consider $fhis words. “Anyway,” $Frederick says, “did you want to talk for a bit or relax instead?” * [[Relax in silence for a while.]] * [["Tell me about what you missed most from Castelon while you were gone."][$ffriend +=2]] * [["Can I sleep on your shoulder for a bit?"|ch2carriagefshoulder][$fflirt +=2]] ❤️ <<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>* [[Ask about the leftover war funds that were sent to the libraries.]]<</if>>

“Do you…not want to sit with me?” Disappointment laces your tone and $Frederick doesn’t miss it. $fHis eyes widen. “No, I mean, yes, I do. I just…I’m surprised is all.” <<if $fnotforgivenyet>>Well, it makes sense after your discussion a couple of weeks ago. You did tell $Frederick that you’re not ready to forgive $fhim.<</if>><<if $fneverforgive>>Well, it makes sense after your discussion a couple of weeks ago. You did tell $Frederick that you will never forgive $fhim.<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>Well, it makes sense after your discussion a couple of weeks ago. You did tell $Frederick that you might be able to forgive $fhim one day but you’ll never be able to trust $fhim again.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustagain>>Well, it makes sense after your discussion a couple of weeks ago. You did tell $Frederick that you forgive $fhim but you’ll never be able to trust $fhim again.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet>>Well, it makes sense after your discussion a couple of weeks ago. You did tell $Frederick that you forgive $fhim but don’t trust $fhim yet.<</if>><<if $fforgiven>>Well, $fhe probably shouldn’t be too suprised considering the discussion you two had a couple weeks of go where you told $fhim that you forgive $fhim.<</if>> $fHe sits down next to you, careful to keep close to $fhis corner of the carriage. The carriage starts moving shortly after and $Frederick turns to you. “Was there something you wanted to discuss?” <ul> <li>[["No, why do you ask?"][$ffriend +=2]]</li> <li>[["Your company is all I need."][$fflirt +=4]] ❤️</li> <li><<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>[[Ask about the leftover war funds that were sent to the libraries.]]<</if>></li> <li><<if $touchaverse is false>>[["No," you reply while scooting closer. "I just thought it’d be nice to sit next to each other."][$fflirt +=4]] ❤️<</if>></li> </ul>

“I don’t bite,” you say with a smirk. $Frederick laughs nervously. “Of course not…” $fHe sits down next to you, careful to keep close to $fhis corner of the carriage. <<if $fnotforgivenyet>>There’ve been very few opportunities to talk to $Frederick since your discussion. Since you told $fhim that you’re not ready to forgive $fhim for disappearing without a trace.<</if>><<if $fneverforgive>>There’ve been very few opportunities to talk to $Frederick since your discussion. Since you told $fhim that you would never forgive $fhim for disappearing without a trace. And now you’ve decided to sit next to him on the ride to the capital. Interesting how things work out…<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>There’ve been very few opportunities to talk to $Frederick since your discussion. Since you told $fhim you might forgive $fhim one day for disappearing without a trace but you’ll never trust $fhim again. And now you’ve decided to sit next to him on the ride to the capital. Interesting how things work out…<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustagain>>There’ve been very few opportunities to talk to $Frederick since your discussion. Since you told $fhim that you forgive $fhim for disappearing without a trace but you’ll never trust $fhim again. And now you’ve decided to sit next to him on the ride to the capital. Interesting how things work out…<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet>>There’ve been very few opportunities to talk to $Frederick since your discussion. Since you told $fhim that you forgive $fhim for disappearing without a trace but you aren’t ready to trust $fhim again. And now you’ve decided to sit next to him on the ride to the capital.<</if>><<if $fforgiven>>There’ve been very few opportunities to talk to $Frederick since your discussion. Since you told $fhim that you forgive $fhim for the past. It seems $Frederick is still a bit unsure how far to push the boundaries of your forgiveness.<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is false>>* [[Move closer.|fcarriagecapitalcloser][$fflirt +=2]] ❤️<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>* [[Move further away.|carriagecaptialfurtherf][$ffriend +=2]]<</if>> <<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>* [[Ask about the leftover war funds that were sent to the libraries.]]<</if>> * [[Relax in silence for a while.]] * <<link "Try to watch what $Frederick writes in $fhis journal." "ch2journalpeek">><</link>>

You respond with a simple nod. Felix settles his head against his corner of the carriage. Margaret glances up from her book and rolls her eyes. “Do you do anything besides sleep, eat, and drink?” Felix’s eyes snap open to glare at her. “Those are all important functions.” $Frederick climbs into the carriage and pauses, glancing between the stare-down that’s happening. $fHe turns to you. “Did I miss something?” “It’s going to be a long ride,” you reply. $fHe opens his mouth the speak but changes his mind and just nods before taking his seat. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Your fine,” you reply with a smile of your own. His sleepy smile transforms into a smirk. “I’m fine, am I? Well, thank you $mcname.” “Yeah, that’s not how I meant it.” Felix laughs. “You should really be careful with your words. Someone might twist them,” he replies. Margaret lowers her book and chimes in. “That someone being you.” She clicks her tongue. “Idiot.” Felix rolls his eyes in an absurdly dramatic fashion. “This is a private conversation,” he tells her. She huffs. “Yes, //quite// private.” “Well, it would be if you’d go back to your book.” “How am I supposed to read when you’re accosting $HisHer Highness with your shameless flirting?” He scoffs. “Accosting is a strong word.” He turns to you. “You don’t feel accosted, do you?” Before you can respond, $Frederick pops $fhis head into the carriage. “By the Gods, what’s going on in here?” Margaret starts, “Your brother is -” Felix tries to cut her off, “A harmless joke -” You run a hand over your face. $Frederick sighs as $fhe takes his seat next to Margaret. “Please, just, behave. Both of you.” The carriage begins moving. It’s quiet for a moment so you look up. All three of them are staring at you. $Frederick has a look of empathy, Margaret is frowning, and Felix is sporting a pout of his own. * [["Let’s all relax. In silence."]] * [[Crack a bad joke.][$felixfriend +=4]] * [["Thank the Gods that you’ve shut up."]] * [[Lean your head against the carriage and try to nap.]]

“You can lean your head on my shoulder if you want. You know, so your neck doesn’t hurt.” Felix smiles at you. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose?” “First time for everything,” Margaret mumbles under her breath. You ignore her. “I offered, didn’t I?” “Mm. You did.” $Frederick climbs into the carriage and take the seat next to Margaret just as Felix scoots closer to you. The younger sibling watches as Felix leans his warm head on your shoulder. <<if $fexlove>>$Frederick watches the exchange with a flash of misery in $fhis eyes before $fhe forces his gaze elsewhere.<</if>> * [[You don’t feel guilty at all.][$ffriend -=4]] * <<link "You feel guilty because you don’t want to hurt $Frederick." "guiltyf">><</link>> * [[You feel guilty but don’t know why.]]

You pull out your own book. “I’m covered, but thank you for the offer, Lady Margaret.” She smiles at you. “Of course. The two of you read in a comfortable silence for the most part, occasionally sharing snippets with each other. * [[Reading passes the time quickly.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Thanks, but I’m okay.” She nods and smiles at you. “Let me know if you change your mind.” “Sure, thank you.” You watch her read for a few minutes before taking a look around. Felix is peacefully sleeping on $Frederick’s shoulder. $Frederick glares at $fhis brother every few minutes as $fhe tries to write in $fhis journal. “Siblings are peculiar, aren’t that?” Margaret ponders. You glance back at her to see her watching the Faramund siblings. You think of James. Of how you wanted to grow up so quickly as children. What would you give to go back to those bedtime story days? “Indeed, they are,“ you reply. “Do you have any?” She laughs but it’s not a happy sound. “Yes, a few. Although our relationships are very different from these two. Even from you and James, as complicated as all that is right now.” Her voice is almost detached but there’s a sadness behind her brown eyes as she turns her gaze to you. “You’re not close to any of them?” She shakes her head. “My mother was a mistress. She died during childbirth. My siblings would rather I didn’t exist.” * [["I’m sorry, Margaret," you say, regretting having asked.][$mfriend +=4]] * [["And what of your father?"]] * [["Well, I’m glad you exist."][$mfriend +=4]]

“Sure,” you reply with a smile. <<if $touchaverse>>Lady Margaret moves a little closer but is careful to not touch you. She turns the book so you can get a better view.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>>Lady Margaret moves a little closer, her leg brushing yours. She turns the book so you can get a better view.<</if>> “So, who is this Sappho person?” You ask. Margaret grins. “She’s an expert lyricist. Technically these are lyrics meant to be sung but some people read them as poems. I suppose they’re both.” “Sounds like a talented woman,” you reply. Time passes as we read various poems and Margaret offers her interpretation on the meanings of Sappho’s words. A poem about longing after another woman, another where she inquires to a Goddess about the purpose of love being that it causes so much pain, and many more. * [["I didn’t peg you for a poetry person."][$mfriend +=4]] * [[Tease her about liking love poems.][$mflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[Ask if she’s ever been in love.][$mflirt +=4]] ❤️

Someone needs to break the tension. That someone is you. “What’s with the long faces? It’s like someone’s died or something.” $Frederick flinches slightly at your joke. Felix raises a brow at you. Margaret just stares at you in horror. “You’re horrible at this.” You shrug. “I’m horrible at many things.” “Duly noted, Your Highness,” she replies before returning to her book. “I don’t know, I kind of liked it,” Felix says, a thoughtful look on his face. $Frederick rolls his eyes. “That’s because you don’t know what humor is.” Felix scoffs. “You’re kidding right? I’m the funniest person in this carriage. Easily.” You meet Margaret’s gaze across the carriage. She’s going through a considerable effort not to make a comment. You’d best redirect the conversation before it gets out of hand. “So, uh, does anyone want to play a carriage game?” Everyone turns their gaze away from you. You sigh in defeat. After a moment, Felix turns to you. “Alright, I’ll play a game with you.” You can’t help but smile. * [[Time passes quickly with games.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You’re too tired to deal with the three of them so you lean your head against the carriage and try to nap. “$mcname has the right idea,” Felix says. “Wake me up when we get close.” He leans against his side of the carriage. The two of you fall asleep shortly after. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Actually, it’d be great if you could move a little further over.” “Oh, of course,” he replies as he scoots further away. He glances over at you. “Is that enough?” “Yes,” you say. “Thank you, Felix.” He smiles at your softly. “Anything for you.” Margaret snorts from across the carriage. “//Anything?// That’s a bold thing to commit to, darling.” Felix shrugs as his lips twitch. “Some of us aren’t afraid of commitment, my Lady.” She closes her book at that and fixes him with an incredulous gaze. “What a shock to hear words of commitment from a man such as yourself.” He huffs. “Are you always so…offensive?” Margaret opens her book back up and turns her gaze toward it before responding. “Only to those whose mere presence offends.” $Frederick chooses this moment to climb inside the carriage and take $fhis seat next to Margaret. After a moment, the carriage begins to move and $Frederick notices the mild pout on Felix’s lips. “Something bothering you, brother?” “No,” the man replies as he gazes out the small window. $Frederick stares at $fhis brother for a while before turning away. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You don’t feel guilty. <<if $fneverforgive>>You told $Frederick that you’d never forgive $fhim. Hopefully it doesn’t take $fhim too long to come to terms with that.<</if>><<if $fforgiven>>It’s true that you told $Frederick that you forgive $fhim. But that doesn’t mean things will go back to the way you were. They can never can.<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>You told $Frederick there’s a possibility you’d forgive $fhim in the future, but you also said you’ll never trust $fhim again. Surely $fhe doesn’t expect you to wait to move on?<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet>>While it’s true that you’ve already forgiven $Frederick, you don’t trust $fhim yet and you made that clear. Does $fhe expect you to put your life on hold while things get sorted?<</if>><<if $fnotforgivenyet>>While it’s true that you’ve left the door open to forgive $Frederick in the future, that’s only a possibility. Does $fhe expect you to put your life on hold while things get sorted?<</if>> Regardless of where things stand, you don’t feel guilty, even if it’s $fhis brother you’re cozied up with. * [[A contented sigh falls from Felix’s lips.][$felixflirt +=4]]

You feel guilt but don’t know why. <<if $fexlove>>Maybe it’s because the remnants of your first love still live on.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>Maybe it’s because you don’t want to contribute to the tension between $Frederick and Felix<</if>> Or maybe it’s something else. Or many things. Things are complicated and you don’t anticipate that easing up any time. $Frederick meets your eyes and offers a strained smile before pulling out $fhis journal. $fHe was always one to suffer in silence. Is it still that way? Does such a simple gesture with Felix hurt so much? Only the journal knows. * [[A contented sigh falls from Felix’s lips.]]

Guilt wraps its tendrils paws around your heart. Regardless of your actions or desires, it’s not your intention to hurt $Frederick. <<if $fforgiven>>Especially since you’ve already told $fhim that you forgive him. You’re happy to have $fhim back in your life. But it complicates matters.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet>>Especially since you’ve already told $fhim that you forgive him. You don’t trust $fhim yet, but you left the door open. But things can get complicated when it comes to both $fhim and Felix.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustagain>>Especially since you’ve already told $fhim that you forgive him. You made it clear that you won’t ever trust $fhim again. But that doesn’t mean you don’t care or that you want to make him suffer.<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>You made it clear that you don’t forgive $fhim yet and that you’ll never trust $fhim again. But that doesn’t mean you don’t care of that you want to make him suffer.<</if>><<if $fneverforgive>>You’ll never forgive $Frederick for the way $fhe hurt you. But that doesn’t mean that you stopped caring or that you want $fhim to suffer. They’re not mutually exclusive.<</if>> $Frederick meets your eyes and offers a strained smile before pulling out $fhis journal. $fHe was always one to suffer in silence. Is it still that way? Does such a simple gesture with Felix hurt so much? Only the journal knows. * [[A contented sigh falls from Felix’s lips.][$felixflirt +=4]]

A contented sigh falls from Felix’s lips and it draws your attention. You look down at where lays on your shoulder. He peeks an eye open and looks back at you. “What’re you staring at, pervert?” * [[You feel your face heat. "Wh-what?"][$felixflirt +=2]] * [["You like me staring at you. Admit it."][$felixflirt +=2]] * [[Roll your eyes. "Shut up and go to sleep," you reply.][$felixflirt +=2]]

You move closer to $Frederick enjoying the way $fhis eyes widen momentarily. “Why are you acting so nervous?” you tease. “I’m not,” $fhe mumbles refusing to meet your gaze. “Mm. Okay, if you say so…” After a few minutes $fhe relaxes and $fhis leg settles against yours. $fHe turns to you, to check your reaction. Your lips twitch as you meet $fhis eyes. $fHe starts to return a smile but the moment is broken by Felix’s snoring. You both turn to look at him. “…obnoxious,” Margaret mumbles while glaring at the sleeping man. $Frederick laughs quietly. Margaret glances over at $fhim. “You’re sitting next to $fhim on the way home.” “Fair enough,” $fhe replies. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You move further into your side of the carriage as it starts to move. $Frederick’s eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry $mcname. Was I too close?” $fHe scoots further into his own corner. “I should have been more mindful of your personal space.” * [["You were fine, I was just trying to get comfortable. Thank you, though."]] * [["A little too close but it’s okay now. Thank you."]]

“$Frederick, how are the redirection efforts going for the leftover war funds? I remember the Council voted to send them to the libraries across the country. You’re overseeing that, right?” $fHe nods. “Yes, I am. It’s been a smooth process. I’ve been getting letters from the libraries with stories of different citizens. The efforts have helped many people begin to recover from the war.” “That’s good to hear,” you reply. “Perhaps you can send a few of those letters to my office in the castle.” “Sure, I’ll put a report together and have it sent over.” You nod. Everyone gets settled as the carriage moves along to the capital. [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You settle into the carriage and look out the window at the mountains of Castelon. Castle life is a far cry from the compound. There were no outside noises to be heard or buildings in the distance to see. But, castle life or compound life, quiet can be found. And right now, the only sound is the gentle sound of the carriage as the horses carry you onward. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

$Frederick’s writing in $fhis journal and you’re curious about the nature of $fhis words. You watch from the corner of your eye until $fhe looks too distracted to notice you shift a little closer. You wait a moment to see if $fhe noticed but $fhe hasn’t so you turn your gaze toward the journal balanced on $fhis leg. You can make out the first sentence as it’s a little larger than the rest. //The things we care for most are those that torture us so.// Your eyes try to scan the rest of the page. <<if $dancedwithfelixinstead is true>>//…danced with Felix…can’t tell if he…serious or something else?//<</if>> $Frederick flips the page and you turn your eyes away. You happen to meet Margaret’s gaze. She shakes her head subtly at you, lips slightly upturned. Her brown eyes flash with amusement before she goes back to her book. You glance back at the journal but it’s angled the opposite way since $Frederick’s writing on the other side of the page. You shift away, leaving $fhim to $fhis writing. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You smile at $fhim. “You were fine, I was just trying to get comfortable. Thank you, though.” $fHe nods and smiles back. “Of course.” “If you end up needing more room, we can always toss Felix out,” Margaret suggests. Felix sleepily responds. “I heard that.” “It’s a wonder you can hear anything over your own snoring,” she quips. Felix snorts and open his eyes. “You love the sound of your voice, don’t you, my Lady?” She shakes her head and closes her book. “That’s rich coming from //you.//“ Before they can continue, $Frederick chimes in. “Felix, be mindful of your company and go back to sleep.” Felix narrows his eyes at his younger $fsibling. After a moment of consideration, he leans his head back and closes his eyes once, letting it rest. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“A little too close, but it’s okay now. Thank you,” you reply. “Of course,” $fhe says. “If you need more space at any time, please let me know.” You nod. “We can always toss Felix out for more space,” Margaret suggests. Felix sleepily responds. “I heard that.” “It’s a wonder you can hear anything over your own snoring,” she quips. Felix snorts and open his eyes. “You love the sound of your voice, don’t you, my Lady?” She shakes her head and closes her book. “That’s rich coming from //you.//“ Before they can continue, $Frederick chimes in. “Felix, be mindful of your company and go back to sleep.” Felix narrows his eyes at his younger $fsibling. After a moment of consideration, he leans his head back and closes his eyes once, letting it rest. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“No, why do you ask?” “I assumed that’s why you wanted me to sit next to you.” You shake your head. “I don’t need a reason to be near you, do I?” $Frederick blinks several times. “No, of course not. I just wanted to be useful.” Your brows furrow. “You don’t have to offer every part of yourself to the world to be useful, $Frederick.” $fHe glances down. “I don’t know how else to make things right.” You sigh. “Well, that’s something we have in common. Everything is complicated right now, isn’t it?” “Without the complicated, we’d miss some of the beauty the world offers,” Margaret chimes in from across the carriage. “A shame that would be, Lady Margaret,” $Frederick adds. Margaret nods and turns to you. “Things are complicated, Your Highness. Absolutely. But you don’t have to face them alone. You’ve got us,” she says with a small smile. You glance over at Felix who’s sound asleep. “Even him,” she says with a smirk. You shake your head as you smile. “You’re all sap under that ice, aren’t you?” Margaret rolls her eyes as she turns back to her book. $Frederick laughs. “Let’s take that as a yes.” “Don’t be blinded by what you hope to see. It’s the easiest way to miss reality,” she replies. Felix shifts in his seat and blinks a few times. “You really know how to ruin a good sleep,” he grumbles. Margaret laughs to herself. “I’m a ruiner, darling. Haven’t you been paying attention?” “Ruin quietly. Please,” he mumbles. You shake your head, a little amused by all the personalities in this carriage. Turning your head to the window, you relax into your seat. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“No,” you reply while scooting closer. “I just thought it’d be nice to sit next to each other.” $Frederick's eyes widen as you inch closer. “Why are you acting so nervous?” you tease. “I’m not,” $fhe mumbles refusing to meet your gaze. “Mm. Okay, if you say so…” After a few minutes $fhe relaxes and $fhis leg settles against yours. $fHe turns to you, to check your reaction. Your lips twitch as you meet $fhis eyes. $fHe starts to return a smile but the moment is broken by Felix’s snoring. You both turn to look at him. “…obnoxious,” Margaret mumbles while glaring at the sleeping man. $Frederick laughs quietly. Margaret glances over at $fhim. “You’re sitting next to $fhim on the way home.” “Fair enough,” $fhe replies. [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Shut up and go to sleep,” you say to Felix. His mouth falls open and Margaret giggles. “Geez, fine…” He leans his head back and closes his eyes. You glance over at $Frederick whose green eyes are a little wide. $fHe meets your gaze with a sheepish smile. “You didn’t have to do that for me,” $fhe says. * [["I didn’t do it for you."]] * [["Why don’t you stand up for yourself more?"][$ffriend +=4]] <<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet is true or $fforgiven is true>> * [["I’ve got your back," you reply with a smile.][$ffriend +=4]]<</if>>

“Why don’t you stand up for yourself more?” $Frederick sighs and glances at $fhis hands. “Well, I do, if it matters. But Felix is just messing with me. I don’t like arguing.” You nod. “Sibling relationships can be complicated,” you reply. $fHe looks up at you, green eyes harboring a question. “But complicated doesn’t mean it’s not worth it, does it?” * [["It depends," you say, wishing things were simpler.][$ffriend +=2]] * [["I’d rather avoid complicated."][$jametrust -=2]] * [["Complicated isn’t bad…it’s just different. It requires a different kind of care."][$jamestrust +=2, $ffriend +=2]]

“I didn’t do it for you,” you tell $Frederick. $fHis mouth form and o-shape and $fhe nods. “Of course, I shouldn’t have assumed.” $fHe turns away. You truly… * <<link “…did not do it for $Frederick. Felix can be annoying sometimes.” “ch2carriagedidn’tdoitforf”>><</link>> * <<link “…did do it for $Frederick but you don’t want $fhim to know that.” “ch2carriagediditforf”>><</link>>

“Tell me about what you missed most from Castelon while you were gone.” $fHe laughs. “I’m going to assume that saying ‘you’ will result in an reprimand?” You chuckle. “Yes, it will.” “Fine, fine. Let me think for a moment,” $fhe replies. You watch as $fhe ponders the question before turning to you. “Honestly, I missed the books the most. There were only fifty on the island we lived on.” “Only fifty? I don’t know how you survived.” “I can recite each of them from memory,” $fhe says seriously. “Well, it’s all come full circle then, with you working at the castle library.” $Frederick smiles softly. “Yes, these things have a way of working out.” You nod and settle into your seat as a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Can I sleep on your shoulder for a bit?” $Frederick’s green eyes widen. “Oh - uh, yeah, sure.” $fHe stays completely still as you move closer. You smile softly at $fhim before placing your head on $fhis shoulder. * [[You fall asleep quickly.]] * <<link "You drape your arm over $fhis torso." "ch2carriagefarmtorse">><</link>> ❤️ * <<link "$Frederick wraps $fhis arm around you and pulls you closer." "ch2carriagefarmaround">><</link>> ❤️

You really didn’t do it for $Frederick. Felix can just be annoying sometimes and you wanted to nip it in the bud before the trip got underway. You’re not in the mood to listening to the teasing and bickering right now. You settle into your seat and gaze out the window, losing yourself in thoughts. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You did do it for $Frederick but you don’t want $fhim to know that. Maybe it’s because feelings are complicated things and you’re still sorting through yours. <<if $fnotforgivenyet>>You haven’t forgiven $Frederick yet, although you left the door open to in the future.<</if>><<if $fneverforgive>>You told $Frederick that you’ll never forgive $fhim. Which begs the question of why you’re going out of your way for $fhim…<</if>><<if $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>You told $Frederick that you might be able to forgive $fhim one day, but that you’ll never be able to trust $fhim again. It would be easier if you could but some betrayals cut too deep.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustagain>You’ve already forgiven $Frederick but told $fhim you’ll never be able to trust $fhim again. It would be easier if you could but some betrayals cut too deep.<</if>><<if $fforgivenbutnotrustyet>>You’ve already forgiven $Frederick but $fhe hasn’t earned your trust, yet. It would be easier if $fhe had. But only time will tell whether that’s possible and what it means for the two of you.<</if>><<if $fforgiven>>You’ve already forgiven $Frederick for the past. But that doesn’t mean things magically fix themselves. It takes time.<</if>> You settle into your seat and gaze out the window, losing yourself in thoughts. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]] <<$fflirt +=2>>

“It depends,” you say, wishing things were simpler. “On what?” “On whether that relationship is worth the energy that comes with trying and possibly failing.” $Frederick’s quiet, contemplating. “And how does one decide what’s worth their energy?” “You might not like this next answer but…it depends.” $fHe laughs softly. “You’re right. I hate it.” You give $fhim a knowing smile. “Honestly, I don’t know that there’s a right answer. We just have to come to terms with reality sometimes and that can mean giving up on what’s not right for you. Even if it was right before.” $Frederick smiles and turns to look out the window. “You’ll be a great $futuretitle.” $fHe doesn’t turn back to you, so you settle into the seat and let your thoughts roam free. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“I’d rather avoid complicated.” “Seems like a surefire way to miss out on some of the best of life that way,” $Frederick muses. “And some of the worst,” you reply. The two of you share a look before $fhe turns away. “You’re not wrong,” $fhe whispers. You settle into your seat and gaze out the tiny carriage window at the far-away mountains. You know that you’re both right. Even if you’d prefer to avoid the complicated, it’s not always possible. And it’s not always for the best. You lean your head against the carriage as your thoughts roam free. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Complicated isn’t bad…it’s just different. It requires a different kind of care.” $Frederick smiles at you and for a brief flash, you see hope flicker behind $fhis green gaze. “I couldn’t agree more,” $fhe replies before glancing over at Felix. “And that’s why I try not to be too hard on Felix. He’s complicated but he has a good heart.” You look away from $Frederick, eyes wandering over to the oldest Faramund sibling. Felix’s eyelids flutter as he sleeps. He looks as close to any definition of peace you’ve seen. It reminds you of a young James who often fell asleep on your shoulder while father read those bedtime stories. You sigh and turn to gaze out the window at the mountains far away. You relax into the carriage and let your thoughts roam freely. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Your company is all I need.” $Frederick’s eyes search your face for a moment before smiling. “Then you shall have my company any and every time you call for it. Forevermore,” $fhe replies softly. You return the smile and settle into your place in the carriage. $Frederick occasionally glances over at you throughout the ride but mostly writes in $fhis journal. [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

$Frederick wraps $fhis arm around you, pulling you closer. $fHis warmth envelops you and you find that you’re not really on $fhis shoulder anymore. Instead, you can hear the rapid beat of $fhis heart. You glance up and $fhe meets your gaze. $fHis eyes flick to your lips and $fhe swallows hard. * [[Close the distance with a kiss.][$fflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[Pull away and get some sleep.|You fall asleep quickly.]] <<set $fflirt +=2>>

You drape your arm over $fhis torso as you snuggle into $fhim. The unsteady rhythm of $Frederick’s breath cause you to glance up at $fhis face in curiosity. $fHe meets you gaze. “Comfortable?” $fhe asks softly. “Yeah,” you whisper quietly. The soft smile you receive in return makes your pulse race. Your eyes linger on $fhis lips. * [[Close the distance with a kiss.][$fflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[Pull away and get some sleep.|You fall asleep quickly.]] <<set $fflirt +=2>>

You fall asleep quickly, enveloped by the warmth of $Frederick. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

$Frederick’s breath hitches as you inch toward $fhis lips, your eyes closing. <<if $fexlove>>Soft lips meet yours and it’s like the first time all those years ago. The same honey taste as $fhe’s always had. It's not earth shattering. Or passionate. It's simple. Sweet. It's two people finding their way back to each other.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>Soft lips meet yours for the first time and you take in $fhis honey taste. It's not earth shattering. Or passionate. It's simple. Sweet. It's two people finding their way back to each other. <</if>> <<if $fneverforgive>>$Frederick pulls away, regretful eyes piercing you. “We can’t do that again. Never again,” $fhe says, voice cracking. You know $fhe’s right. You’re the one who said you can’t trust $fhim again. You’re the one who closed the door to the a future together. “Yeah,” you say, pulling away. [[Neither of you know what else to say, so you sit in silence.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]<<elseif $fforgivenbutnotrustagain>>$Frederick pulls away, regretful eyes piercing you. “We can’t do that again. Never again,” $fhe says, voice cracking. You know $fhe’s right. You’re the one who said you can’t trust $fhim again. You’re the one who closed the door to the a future together. “Yeah,” you say, pulling away. [[Neither of you know what else to say, so you sit in silence.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]<<elseif $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust>>$Frederick pulls away, regretful eyes piercing you. “We can’t do that again. Never again,” $fhe says, voice cracking. You know $fhe’s right. You’re the one who said you can’t trust $fhim again. You’re the one who closed the door to the a future together. “Yeah,” you say, pulling away. [[Neither of you know what else to say, so you sit in silence.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]<<else>>$Frederick breaks the kiss too soon, leaning $fhis forehead against yours. “Is this another dream?” $fhe whispers. “No,” you answer, causing $fhis eyes to snap open. <<if $touchaverse is false>>$fHe pulls back to look at you properly, gently guiding your hand to $fhis cheek. $fHe sucks in a breath at the contact.<</if>> “Maybe you can kiss me again just to be sure?” You laugh softly and shake your head. You’re about to respond when the carriage jumps from a rough patch in the road. $Frederick’s arms tighten around you. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m okay.” $fHe nods. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep now?” * [[You both get settled again and it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep with a smile on your face.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]<</if>>

“I’ve got your back,” you reply with a smile. $Frederick grins. “And I’m grateful for that. I hope one day you’ll see that I have yours, too.” “Time will tell.” “It always does.” * [[The two of you fall into a comfortable silence|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You sigh. “Let’s all relax. In silence.” “Agreed,” Margaret says as she turns back to her book. Felix closes his eyes in response, while $Frederick pulls out his journal with a sigh. You settle into your own seat and gaze out the window, getting lost in thoughts. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Thank the Gods that you’ve shut up.” They all mutter a variation of sorry before falling into silence. You settle into your seat and try to relax. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You feel your face heat. “Wh-what?” He opens his other eye now and smirks at you. “You make it so easy to tease you,” he coos. “Now quiet so I can get some sleep, love.” He closes his eyes and snuggles closer. “After all, it’s your fault I’m awake this early,” he mumbles. You huff, still a little flustered. But it melts away soon as you close your eyes and lean your head back, feeling comforted by Felix’s presence. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“You like me staring at you. Admit it.” He leans his face closer to yours, close enough that you can feel his warm breath. “And why would I admit to such a thing?” “Cause you want to keep my attention.” He laughs before putting his head back on your shoulder. “Someone’s conceited.” You snort. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?” “Every morning.” “Of course you do,” you roll your eyes. “Quiet now, love. I’m trying to sleep.” You huff but any seriousness fades as soon as you close your eyes and lean your head back, feeling comforted by Felix’s presence. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

Roll your eyes. “Shut up and go to sleep,” you reply. Felix licks his bottom lip. “I like it when you’re mean.” You narrow your eyes at him, pretending his words don’t satisfy you. “Sleep. Now.” He grins and lays his head back down on your warm shoulder. “Your wish, my command,” he replies. You close your eyes and lean your head back, feeling comforted by Felix’s presence. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“And what of your father?” “Complicated,” she replies. Your brows furrow. “He took you in after your mother’s death, though, right?” She lets out a breathy laugh while shaking her head. “That he did. And raised me alongside his wife and children. What a joy it was.” “Wow, and did his wife treat you poorly, too?” “You would think but actually, she was the kindest of them all. See, Lady Marita doesn’t believe in punishing people for the sins of their parents.” You know that there’s people out there who hate you and hate your brother, simply because of the war your parents raged against Arandale. “If more people thought that way, our Kingdom would be better off,” you reply. “Yes. Yes, it would.” She pulls her book back out. “Now, this is enough depressing talk for one carriage ride. I’m going to read for a bit.” You nod and settle into your own seat, eyes turning to the window and the Sea of Shadows outside. You let your thoughts roam free. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“I’m sorry, Margaret,” you say, regretting having asked. She throws you an amused look. “Don’t be. The lack of love has made me into who I am today.” “That’s an oddly optimistic thing to hear you say. Although, I’m not complaining.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not a pessimist, you know. I’m a realist. People always confuse the two.” “Well, thank you for setting the record straight. $Frederick, are you recording these nuggets of wisdom?” $Frederick looks up, a slight smile on $fhis face. “Indeed, I am.” “Careful who you share it with. Otherwise I’ll steal your journal and leak it.” $Frederick swallows and quickly tucks $fhis journal into his pocket. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.” Margaret grins at $fhim with her teeth. “That’s the point, darling.” Then she turns back to her book. You shake your head amused as you settle into the ride. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Well, I’m glad you exist.” She laughs, its lighter this time. “Thank, Your Highness. I dare say your opinion matters much more than my siblings’.” “I’m surprised you take stock in someone else’s opinion,” you muse. Her eyes sparkle. “I said your opinion mattered more, not that I cared for it.” “Oh, my fault,” you say with a laugh. “It’s alright, Your Highness. I’m here to keep you on the straight and narrow.” “Hmm. Did my mother tell you keep an eye on me?” “You’re mother doesn’t need to.” She flashes you a grin before settling back in her seat with her book. You relax in your own seat as the carriage makes its way to the capital. * [[All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

Her brown eyes peer over at you. “That’s //ridiculous.// Besides, I don’t like them, I just…appreciate the beauty.” “The beauty of love?” She looks away. “Maybe,” she replies quietly. You soften your smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I know you have a reputation to uphold.” She tries not to smile but can’t help. “Much appreciated, Your Highness.” * [[The rest of the ride flies by as you continue to read together.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“Have you ever been in love?” Margaret turns her eyes away from the book to look at you, but her eyes dart away and settle on the window instead. Her brown skin glows from the sun that filters in, but it contrasts with the fact that she wasn’t smiling. “Love? What a complication. I thought I was, once. But how can you be sure?” Now, she turns her gaze to you. “What about you?” <<if $fexlove>>Your eyes flick over to the space occupied by $Frederick. Margaret follows your gaze. You draw your eyes back. “Once,” you reply.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> “Never,” you reply.<</if>> Margaret sighs. “It’s overrated anyway.” She opens the book back up. “Come now, Sappho awaits us.” * [[You read awhile more.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

“I didn’t peg you for a poetry person.” “That’s why you shouldn’t peg a person before you know them,” she smirks at you. You glance away for a moment. Then you snort. “That nearly went over my head,” you reply laughing. She grins proudly. “Well, Felix isn’t the only one with jokes.” * [[After you’ve recovered, the two of you return to reading.|All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus.]]

You decide to visit the Invictus docks, one of the last places your father saw. You’ve been there before, a long time ago as a child, but never as an adult. And definitely not since your father was assassinated. The rest of your companions have their own ideas of where they want to go but you could take someone if you wish. [[Incomplete - skip to Margaret's Birthday|mbdaystarts]] <ul> <li>[[Go alone.|ch2alonedocks]]</li> (Completed) <li>[[Go with James.|ch2jamesdocks]] </li> (Completed) <li>[[Go with Constantine.|ch2cdocks]]</li> (Not ready) <li>[[Go with Margaret.|ch2mdocks]]</li> (Not ready) <li>[[Go with Felix.|ch2felixdocks]]</li> (Not ready) <li><<link "Go with $Frederick." "ch2fdocks">><</link>></li> (Not ready) </ul>

You decide to visit Titus’ Emporium, a shop nestled away in the heart of Invictus. You’ve never been there before but the Queen mentioned that it sells trinkets and gifts. The rest of your companions have their own ideas of where they want to go but you could take someone if you wish. * [[Go alone.|ch2alonetitus]] * [[Go with James.|ch2jamestitus]] * [[Go with Constantine.|ch2ctitus]] * [[Go with Margaret.|ch2mtitus]] * [[Go with Felix.|ch2felixtitus]] * <<link "Go with $Frederick." "ch2ftitus">><</link>>

You decide to visit The Crow’s Tavern, a tavern located in southern Invictus. It comes highly recommended from Felix - for whatever that’s worth. Although, Constantine’s eyes went wide when the tavern was mentioned. The rest of your companions have their own ideas of where they want to go but you could take someone if you want. [[Go alone.|ch2alonetavern][$crowstavernalone to true]] (Completed) [[Go with James.|ch2jtavern][$crowstavernj to true]] [[Go with Constantine.|ch2ctavern][$crowstavernc to true]] (not ready) [[Go with Constantine and James.|ch2c&jtavern][$crowstaverncj to true]] (Completed) [[Go with Margaret.|ch2mtavern][$crowstavernm to true]] (Completed) [[Go with Felix.|ch2felixtavern][$crowstavernfelix to true]] (not ready) <<link "Go with $Frederick." "ch2fcrowstavern">><</link>> (not ready) <<link "Go with Felix and $Frederick." "ch2ffcrowstavern">><</link>> (incomplete)

Section incomplete. Apologies! [[Skip to Margaret's birthday.|mbdaystarts]] or [[…visit the Docks.]] or [[…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]]

You depart from the others and make your way to the emporium alone. You wander around the city’s heart for half an hour in search of the emporium. While most places have signage, this shop is the more elusive type. Eventually, you wander down an alley, dim lighting causing you to stop. Leaning against a brick wall is a person with startling soft eyes. Their pink gaze flits across your body until they meet your $mceyecolor eyes. “The emporium is at the end of the alley, Your Highness.” Their intense gaze never wavers from yours. * [[Ask how they know who you are.][$titusalone to true]] * [[Raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and say nothing.][$titusalone to true]] * [[Mutter a quick thanks and move past them toward the shop.][$titusalone to true]] <<set $meteroschild to true>>

<<set $titusjames to true>> You and James depart from the others and make your way to the emporium. The two of you wander around the city’s heart for half an hour in search of the shop. While most places have signage, this shop is the more elusive type. Eventually, you wander down an alley, dim lighting causing you to stop. James takes a look around. “Creepy but all clear,” he says, glancing at you. You follow him through the alley until he comes to stop in front of elegant purple door. “Please let this be a store and not a brothel,” he quietly mumbles while knocking on the door. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” James sighs as he steps forward first. You follow him down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” James makes a gurgling noise and you look over to find him going in the opposite direction. “That selection’s not for everyone,” Titus says with a shrug while watching your brother make himself scarce. * [["Ignore him. I’ll take a look in the back."|TEviewadultwares]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

<<set $titusc to true>> You and Constantine depart from the others and make your way to the emporium. The two of you wander around the city’s heart for half an hour in search of the shop. While most places have signage, this shop is the more elusive type. Eventually, you wander down an alley, dim lighting causing you to stop. Constantine turns to you, hand on his sword. “Just a moment, I’ll make sure it’s all clear.” You watch as walk down the alley, checking every corner. Sun peeks through little cracks in the walls surrounding you and bounce off his golden hair as he makes his way back to you a few minutes later. “All safe,” he replies, a smile on his face. * [["You don’t have to worry so much for little old me."][$cfriend +=2]] * [[Nod your head and continue on your way.][$cfriend +=2]] * [[You smile. "I already know I’m safe when you’re around."][$cflirt +=2]] ❤️

<<set $titusm to true>> You and Margaret depart from the others and make your way to the emporium. Normally, this particular store is elusive but Margaret’s been here before so you reach your destination in no time. Eventually, you wander down an alley, dim lighting causing you to stop. Margaret pauses and looks over her shoulder at you. “I’ve been down here a hundred times. It’s perfectly safe.” * [["Promise?"][$mfriend +=2]] * [["Something tells me we have different definitions of safe."][$mflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [[You nod your head and continue down the alley.][$mfriend +=2]]

<<set $titusfelix to true>> You and Felix depart from the others and make your way to the emporium. The two of you wander around the city’s heart for half an hour in search of the shop. While most places have signage, this shop is the more elusive type. Eventually, you wander down an alley, dim lighting causing you to stop. Felix stops at your side and looks over at you. “Alley’s a little sketchy, huh?” “Yeah,” you say with a light laugh as your eyes scan. “I can go check it out first, if you want me to.” You raise an eyebrow. “Look, I might not be Constantine with his sword or Margaret with her daggers, but I can hold my own, alight? I can protect you, too.” * [[Tease him. "Feeling insecure, Felix?"][$felixflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [["Okay, go check it out."][$felixfriend +=2]] * [[You nod. "Let’s go, then."][$felixfriend +=2]]

<<set $titusf to true>> You and $Frederick depart from the others and make your way to the emporium. The two of you wander around the city’s heart for half an hour in search of the shop. While most places have signage, this shop is the more elusive type. Eventually, you wander down an alley, dim lighting causing you to stop. $Frederick stops at the same time and glances over at you. “Are we sure this is the right place?” Your eyes scan the area. “No. Not really.” $fHe takes a deep breath. “Alright, I guess there’s only one way to find out.” You notice the apprehension in $fhis eyes. * [["True. Stay by my side though, okay?"][$ffriend +=2]] * [["Hey," you say. "You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right?"][$fflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [["Come on scaredy-cat," you say laughing.][$ffriend +=2]]

You stare back. “I’m certain we haven’t met. How do you know who I am?” They grin, their eyes seeming to sparkle. “You’re correct, we haven’t met. But I know who you are. The eyes above are quite fascinated by you.” * [[Ask what they mean.]] * [[Ask for their name.]] * [[Ask if they were waiting for you.]]

You raise an eyebrow at the stranger while crossing your arms. When you don’t verbally respond, they chuckle. You don’t miss the sparkle in their eyes as they grin at you. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume you don’t like being out of the loop.” They move closer. “Am I right?” * [["You don’t know me. Fuck off."]] * [["Yes. Now tell me who you are and what you want."]] <<if $patient is false>>* [[You sigh. "Let’s cut to the chase."]]<</if>>

“Thank you,” mutter as you move past them toward the Emporium’s door. They chuckle, causing you to stop. “I didn’t realize I’d have to work so hard for a moment of your attention.” You spin on your heel to face them. * [["What do you want?"]] * [["I’ll give you points for persistence."]] * [["Sorry, I’m very busy today. Is there something I can help with?"]]

You raise an eyebrow at their mysterious words. “The eyes above? What do you mean by that?” They push themself off of the wall. “The Gods,” they tell you, sweet smile plastered on their face. Before you can respond, they start walking past you. “I’ll see you again, $mcname. Count on it.” Mischievous pink eyes call to you as they disappear into the bustling capital. You take a deep breath and continue down the alley. You knock on the door of what you hope is the emporium. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“You have me at a disadvantage. What’s you name?” They push themself off of the wall. “Well, I can’t tell you just yet and spoil all the fun.” Before you can respond, they start walking past you. “I’ll see you again, $mcname. Count on it.” Mischievous pink eyes call to you as they disappear into the bustling capital. You take a deep breath and continue down the alley. You knock on the door of what you hope is the emporium. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Were you waiting for me?” They push themself off of the wall. “Well, well. Someones quite conceited.” Before you can respond, they start walking past you. “I’ll see you again, $mcname. Count on it.” Mischievous pink eyes call to you as they disappear into the bustling capital. You take a deep breath and continue down the alley. You knock on the door of what you hope is the emporium. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Yes. Now tell me who you are and what you want.” “Me?” They ask pointing to themself. “Just someone fascinated by the Gods’ interest in you. You’re one to watch, or so I hear.” Your brows furrow. “The Gods?” “Mm. Indeed. But more about that later, I’ve got to go.” “You can’t just -” They grin as they pass you. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” You stare at the empty spot they stood for a moment before pushing through the confusion and heading to the emporium door. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You sigh. “Let’s cut to the chase.” They laugh. “Not the patient kind. Noted.” They come a bit closer, their eyes sparkling in the dimly lit alley. “As for the chase, I’d prefer not to cut it short. But I’ll say this: we’ll meet again, $mcname.” With a wink, they disappear around the corner. You stare at the empty spot they stood for a moment before pushing through the confusion and heading to the emporium door. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You turn your chin up at the stranger. “You don’t know me. Fuck off.” Their grin grows. “What a fierce soul you have. I like it.” Before you can respond they begin to back away. “We’ll meet again, $mcname. Count on it.” With a wink, they disappear around the corner. You stare at the empty spot they stood for a moment before pushing through the confusion and heading to the emporium door. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“What do you want?” “I just wanted to meet you,” they reply. “Why?” They raise a brow. “You’re going to be $futuretitle. Do people not want to meet you? Hmm. Well, the eyes above are quite take by you, or so I hear.” You glance up at the sky. They lean in, an amused look on their face. “The Gods.” Your brows furrow. “Mm. Indeed. But more about that later, I’ve got to go.” “You can’t just -” They grin as they pass you. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” You stare at the empty spot they stood for a moment before pushing through the confusion and heading to the emporium door. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“I’ll give you points for persistence.” They tap their chin. “And what’s the prize for the most points?” You narrow your eyes. “Don’t infer meanings from a turn-about phrase.” They sigh. “Apologies, I was hoping for a game.” You click your tongue. “Who are you?” “Me?” “Me?” They ask pointing to themself. “Just someone fascinated by the Gods’ interest in you. You’re one to watch, or so I hear.” Your brows furrow. “The Gods?” “Mm. Indeed. But more about that later, I’ve got to go.” “You can’t just -” They grin as they pass you. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” You stare at the empty spot they stood for a moment before pushing through the confusion and heading to the emporium door. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Sorry, I’m very busy today. Is there something I can help with?” “Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so polite.” You tilt your head at them, waiting for them to continue. They don’t. “Were you waiting for me?” You ask. They push themself off of the wall. “Well, well. Someones quite conceited.” Before you can respond, they start walking past you. “I’ll see you again, $mcname. Count on it.” Mischievous pink eyes call to you as they disappear into the bustling capital. You take a deep breath and continue down the alley. You stare at the empty spot they stood for a moment before pushing through the confusion and heading to the emporium door. The elegant purple door is out of place here. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You step inside and walk down the hallway. You come to a stop in a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” * [[Take a look at the mature selection first.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“I’ll take a look at your mature wares.” Titus beams. “Ah! A special gift for yourself or someone else? Look no further, Your Highness.” They gesture for you to follow. You watch as Titus uses three keys to unlock the door. They glance over their shoulder at you. “Can’t be too careful,” they murmur before pushing the door open and leading you inside. To the right of the small backroom are three velvet line displays with various styles of lingerie. To the left is a pristine shelf with several pairs of handcuffs and a few bottles of tinted liquid. Upon further inspection, a tiny label says, “Titus’ Special Formula Olive Oil Lube.” * [[You feel your cheeks heat and change your mind, heading back to the open section of the store.]] * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]]

You take your time browsing the other wares in the emporium. Any of these would make great gifts, depending on the person they’re given to. <ul> <<if $vintagewinegift is false>><li>[[Look at the vintage wine.]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift is false>><li>[[Look at the theatre tickets.]]</li><</if>> <<if $daggergift is false>><li>[[Look at the exquisite dagger.]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift is false>><li>[[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant is false>><li>[[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift is false>><li>[[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]]</li><</if>></ul> [[You're done browsing.|ch2leavetitus]]

Heat floods your face. On second thought, you’d rather just return to the open section of the store. You turn around and quickly walk past Titus. Titus locks the room and returns to the counter. “Well, let me know if you change your mind!” You look around at the rest of the wares. * [[Look at the vintage wine.]] * [[Look at the theatre tickets.]] * [[Look at the exquisite dagger.]] * [[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]] * [[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]] * [[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]] [[You're done browsing.|ch2leavetitus]]

You move closer to the lingerie to get a better look. All sets are sold together, although they can be worn separately or as together. These could be for you or a gift for someone else… The first set of lingerie is an emerald lace bra and panty set. The delicate lace lingerie has adjustable straps. The second set is a blue and gold silk camisole and shorts set. The camisole has a v-neckline and a relaxed fit that allows it to drape over the body. The shorts are loose and flowy. This set offers both comfortable and sensuality. The final set of lingerie is an black and red mesh teddy and garter set. The teddy is designed to hug the body, eventuating curves, while featuring sheer mesh panels and adjustable straps. The garter belt is meant to be worn around the waist and attached to stockings. This playful design offers a flattering fit not matter the body. * [[You want the emerald bra and panty set.][$emeraldlingere to true]] * [[You want the red and black teddy and garter set.][$blackandredlingere to true]] * [[You want the blue and gold silk camisole and shorts set.][$blueandgoldlingere to true]] * [[Actually, you don’t want to purchase any lingerie.]]

Hands folded behind you back, you lean closer to the glass bottle to peer at the lube. “It’s not sticky, if that’s what you’re wondering.” You don’t respond as you consider whether you’d like a bottle. “I’d say it has a medium consistency. It won’t run through your fingers. Not too much.” You sigh as Titus continues their pitch. “Guaranteed pleasure or money back!” * [[Yeah, okay, you’ll take a bottle.][$oliveoillube to true]] * [[Yeah, you’re going to pass.]]

You grab the bottle of wine to get a better understanding. According to the label, this red wine was produced almost two-hundred years ago, in Solis Occasum Cycle 735. The label reads: //Hints of strawberry, rose, and cinnamon. Pairs well with many dishes, including lamb and fish.// * [[Buy the wine.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.][$vintagewinegift to true]] * [[Put it back and look at other wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You pick up the pair of theatre tickets. //Good for any show until Solis Occasum Cycle 923.// They’re valid for two years. They’re also first row seats. * [[Buy the tickets.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.][$theatreticketsgift to true]] * [[Put the tickets back and look at the other wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You carefully grasp the silver dagger, flexing your fingers along the gold hilt. Little stars are engraved throughout the blade, repenting the Goddess Eurybia. While the dagger is beautiful, it is also a true weapon and not a display item. * [[Buy the dagger.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.][$daggergift to true]] * [[Put the dagger back and look at the other wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You pick up one of the expertly crafted arrows. You test the flex, gently applying pressure. Then, your finger glide along the wood, noting the absence of imperfections. Finally, you reached the arrowheads, finding them sharp and precise. * [[Buy the arrows.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.][$arrowgift to true]] * [[Put the arrow back and look at the other wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You pick up the pendant that features a mini version of the Goddess Gaia. The amber pendant has a comforting aura and it framed by a thin leather cord that can be adjusted based on the wearer’s preference. * [[Buy the pendant.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.][$gaiapendant to true]] * [[Put the necklace back and view the other wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You flip the hardcover journal around in your hands, noticing etchings that depict the phases of the moon. At the bottom, an inscription reads: //ars long, vita brevis.// Art is long, life is short. * [[Buy the journal.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.][$journalgift to true]] * [[Put the journal back and view the other wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Ignore him,” I tell Titus. "I'll take a look in the back." [[See what awaits.|TEviewadultwares]]

Titus beams. “Ah! A special gift for yourself or someone else? Look no further, Your Highness.” They gesture for you to follow. You watch as Titus uses three keys to unlock the door. They glance over their shoulder at you. “Can’t be too careful,” they murmur before pushing the door open and leading you inside. To the right of the small backroom are three velvet line displays with various styles of lingerie. To the left is a pristine shelf with several pairs of handcuffs and a few bottles of tinted liquid. Upon further inspection, a tiny label says, “Titus’ Special Formula Olive Oil Lube.” * [[You feel your cheeks heat and change your mind, heading back to the open section of the store.|TE_1j]] * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]]

Heat floods your face. On second thought, you’d rather just return to the open section of the store. You turn around and quickly walk past Titus. James meets your eyes as you enter and a little smirk graces his lips before he turns away. Titus locks the room and returns to the counter. “Well, let me know if you change your mind!” You look around at the rest of the wares. <ul> <<if $vintagewinegift is false>><li>[[Look at the vintage wine.]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift is false>><li>[[Look at the theatre tickets.]]</li><</if>> <<if $daggergift is false>><li>[[Look at the exquisite dagger.]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift is false>><li>[[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant is false>><li>[[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift is false>><li>[[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]]</li><</if>></ul> [[You're finished shopping.|ch2titusfinish_j]] <<set $titusjames to true>>

“I’ll take this emerald set,” you tell Titus. They make a note on their paper. “Of course, Your Highness. Is there anything else you want from back here?” * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]] * [[You don’t want anything else from this selection.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“I’ll take this red and black set,” you tell Titus. They make a note on their paper. “Of course, Your Highness. Is there anything else you want from back here?” * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]] * [[You don’t want anything else from this selection.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“I’ll take this blue and gold set,” you tell Titus. They make a note on their paper. “Of course, Your Highness. Is there anything else you want from back here?” * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]] * [[You don’t want anything else from this selection.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You turn away from the lingerie. * [[Look at the lube.|You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]] * [[Look at the cuffs.|You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[Head back to the main part of the store.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You grab the cuffs in your hand, feeling the strong but soft silk on your fingers. The silk is a deep purple color. “Don’t let the softness fool you. They are very strong!” You glance over at Titus. They smile and then add, “Good for many occasions. Bedroom, dungeon, whatever pleases $HisHer Highness.” * [[Buy the silk cuffs.][$silkcuffs to true]] * [[Put the cuffs back and look at the lube.|You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]] * [[Put the cuffs back and look at the lingerie.|You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[Put the cuffs back and leave the mature section.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

Titus writes your purchase down on his paper. “Anything else?” * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]] * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“I’ll take a bottle of it.” Titus nods and makes a note on a piece of paper. “Very good, very good.” You clear your throat and they look up, raising a brow. “I’ll remember what you said about guaranteed pleasure, though.” They chuckle a little before going back to writing. “No refunds.” * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You don’t want anything else from back here.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You pass on the lube and turn toward the other wares. * [[Look at the lingerie.|You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[Look at the cuffs.|You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[Head back to the other part of the store.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

There’s still time to visit one more place and you decide to go to… * [[the docks.|…visit the Docks.]] * [[Crow’s Tavern.|…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] * [[Vulcan’s Smithy.|…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]]

You nod your head at his all clear and continue on your way to the emporium. You walk alongside Constantine until the two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. He knocks on the door, other hand still on his sword. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” Constantine’s face scrunches up at the last words. He looks down the hallway for a moment before stepping in. “It’s the right location,” he mumbles quietly. “Not like last time.” “Did you say something?” He glances over at you and smiles. “Nope.” He steps inside and you follow him down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you. “You can go together, if you’d like.” “No!” Constantine says as he’s already moving to the other side of the store. “I’ll be over here. Scream if you need help.” “That selection’s not for everyone,” Titus says with a shrug while watching your Knight make himself scarce. * [["Alas, I’ll take a look by myself."]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares.|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“You don’t have to worry so much for little old me.” He chuckles. “You know I do.” “Because it’s your job.” “It is my job…” “So that’s the only reason?” You ask. “Well, you’re kind of growing on me,” he replies, a teasing smile. “More than you’re brother at this rate.” You nod. “Sounds like a win.” You walk alongside Constantine until the two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. He knocks on the door, other hand still on his sword. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” Constantine’s face scrunches up at the last words. He looks down the hallway for a moment before stepping in. “It’s the right location,” he mumbles quietly. “Not like last time.” “Did you say something?” He glances over at you and smiles. “Nope.” He steps inside and you follow him down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you. “You can go together, if you’d like.” “No!” Constantine says as he’s already moving to the other side of the store. “I’ll be over here. Scream if you need help.” “That selection’s not for everyone,” Titus says with a shrug while watching your Knight make himself scarce. * [["Alas, I’ll take a look by myself."]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You smile. “I already know I’m safe when you’re around.” Constantine’s smile turns soft and a look of appreciation flashes across his face. “It’s an honor to be your protector.” A subtle tension wavers in the air as the two of you stand in the alley. His eyes flickered with something unreadable as he took a step closer to you. He pauses and looks down before shaking his head. “We should continue on,” he says, moving toward the back of alley. You walk alongside Constantine until the two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. He knocks on the door, other hand still on his sword. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” Constantine’s face scrunches up at the last words. He looks down the hallway for a moment before stepping in. “It’s the right location,” he mumbles quietly. “Not like last time.” “Did you say something?” He glances over at you and smiles. “Nope.” He steps inside and you follow him down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you. “You can go together, if you’d like.” “No!” Constantine says as he’s already moving to the other side of the store. “I’ll be over here. Scream if you need help.” “That selection’s not for everyone,” Titus says with a shrug while watching your Knight make himself scarce. * [["Alas, I’ll take a look by myself."]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

Titus beams. “Ah! A special gift for yourself or someone else? Look no further, Your Highness.” They gesture for you to follow. You watch as Titus uses three keys to unlock the door. They glance over their shoulder at you. “Can’t be too careful,” they murmur before pushing the door open and leading you inside. To the right of the small backroom are three velvet line displays with various styles of lingerie. To the left is a pristine shelf with several pairs of handcuffs and a few bottles of tinted liquid. Upon further inspection, a tiny label says, “Titus’ Special Formula Olive Oil Lube.” * [[You feel your cheeks heat and change your mind, heading back to the open section of the store.|TE_2c]] * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]]

Heat floods your face. On second thought, you’d rather just return to the open section of the store. You turn around and quickly walk past Titus. Constantine catches your eye from across the room and his lips twitch. Titus locks the room and returns to the counter. “Well, let me know if you change your mind!” You look around at the rest of the wares. <ul> <<if $vintagewinegift is false>><li>[[Look at the vintage wine.]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift is false>><li>[[Look at the theatre tickets.]]</li><</if>> <<if $daggergift is false>><li>[[Look at the exquisite dagger.]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift is false>><li>[[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant is false>><li>[[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift is false>><li>[[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]]</li><</if>></ul> [[You're finished shopping.|ch2titusfinish_c]] <<set $titusc to true>>

You nod your head and continue down the alley with Margaret at your side. The two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. Margaret opens the door and waltzes inside. “Titus!” A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you as they come around the corner. “Margaret!” The two hug each other and then Titus bows to you. “Welcome to my Emporium, Your Highness.” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You follow Margaret down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you. “You can go together, if you’d like.” Margaret rolls her eyes as she wanders over to some trinkets. “I’ll wait here.” Titus sighs and turns to you. “Oh, fine. Do you want a look, Your Highness?” * [["Sure, why not?"]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Promise?” You ask. She laughs and shakes her head. “I’m not a fan of promises, but I know my word is good. I promise, it’s safe, Your Highness. And if not,” she pull a dagger out and twirls it around. “Good enough for me,” you reply as you fall into step next to her. The two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. Margaret opens the door and waltzes inside. “Titus!” A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you as they come around the corner. “Margaret!” The two hug each other and then Titus bows to you. “Welcome to my Emporium, Your Highness.” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You follow Margaret down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you. “You can go together, if you’d like.” Margaret rolls her eyes as she wanders over to some trinkets. “I’ll wait here.” Titus sighs and turns to you. “Oh, fine. Do you want a look, Your Highness?” * [["Sure, why not?"]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Something tells me we have different definitions of safe.” Margaret’s brown eyes twinkle as she stares at you. “Perhaps, but no harm will come to under my watch.” “Oh? Is this just you babysitting me?” She laughs lightly. “I’d be a horrible babysitter.” She pulls two daggers out and twirls them around. “Probably not the safest,” you say. “Not for your enemies. For you?” She puts the daggers away. “I’ll protect you from anything.” “Anything?” “Mhmm.” “I’d better keep you close,” you tell her. She grins at you. “You do that.” Margaret waves her hand for you to follow. “Come on, we’re almost there.” The two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. Margaret opens the door and waltzes inside. “Titus!” A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you as they come around the corner. “Margaret!” The two hug each other and then Titus bows to you. “Welcome to my Emporium, Your Highness.” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” You follow Margaret down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you. “You can go together, if you’d like.” Margaret rolls her eyes as she wanders over to some trinkets. “I’ll wait here.” Titus sighs and turns to you. “Oh, fine. Do you want a look, Your Highness?” * [["Sure, why not?"]] (View the adults-only items) * [["That selection’s not for me either. I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

Titus beams. “Ah! A special gift for yourself or someone else? Look no further, Your Highness.” They gesture for you to follow. You watch as Titus uses three keys to unlock the door. They glance over their shoulder at you. “Can’t be too careful,” they murmur before pushing the door open and leading you inside. To the right of the small backroom are three velvet line displays with various styles of lingerie. To the left is a pristine shelf with several pairs of handcuffs and a few bottles of tinted liquid. Upon further inspection, a tiny label says, “Titus’ Special Formula Olive Oil Lube.” * [[You feel your cheeks heat and change your mind, heading back to the open section of the store.|TE_3m]] * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]]

Heat floods your face. On second thought, you’d rather just return to the open section of the store. You turn around and quickly walk past Titus. Margaret catches sight of you fleeing the back room and giggles. Titus locks the room and returns to the counter. “Well, let me know if you change your mind!” You look around at the rest of the wares. <ul> <<if $vintagewinegift is false>><li>[[Look at the vintage wine.]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift is false>><li>[[Look at the theatre tickets.]]</li><</if>> <<if $daggergift is false>><li>[[Look at the exquisite dagger.]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift is false>><li>[[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant is false>><li>[[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift is false>><li>[[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]]</li><</if>></ul> [[You're finished shopping.|ch2titusfinish_m]] <<set $titusm to true>>

“Feeling insecure, Felix?” He rolls his eyes and turns his full body toward you. “Insecure with a face like this? Not likely, love.” “I don’t know,” you say dramatically. “Sounded pretty defensive a minute ago.” “I just want you to know that I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Do you understand?” His serious hazel gaze pierces you. * [[Smile softly. "I believe you."]] * [["And what about you, will you hurt me?"]] * [["Maybe I want to be the one protecting you."]]

You nod. “Let’s go, then." You and Felix quickly reach the purple door at the end of the alley. Felix knocks on the door. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire? Intriguing.” Felix steps inside first. The two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on Felix. “I can tell you have a sensual energy. It’s probably best you wait out here. I wouldn’t want you to get overly-excited.” Felix scoffs as his face scrunches up. “What? You had me at sensual energy and lost me at wait out here.” He turns and walks away from the counter. “I can control myself,” he mumbles. Titus shrugs. “He’s only offended because he knows I’m right.” * [[“Uh, okay. Well, I’ll take a look in the back.|TE_4F]] (View the adults-only items) * [["Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You smile softly, “I believe you.” He smiles back. “Good. Now, let’s go. You have other things to do today.” You walk alongside Felix to the back of the alley where a purple door awaits. Felix knocks on the door. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire? Intriguing.” Felix steps inside first. The two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on Felix. “I can tell you have a sensual energy. It’s probably best you wait out here. I wouldn’t want you to get overly-excited.” Felix scoffs as his face scrunches up. “What? You had me at sensual energy and lost me at wait out here.” He turns and walks away from the counter. “I can control myself,” he mumbles. Titus shrugs. “He’s only offended because he knows I’m right.” * [[“Uh, okay. Well, I’ll take a look in the back.|TE_4F]] (View the adults-only items) * [["Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“And what about you, will you hurt me?” He shakes his head but his gaze never wavers from yours. “I should ask you the same, $mcname.” You open your mouth the reply but he starts walking. “Come on, you’ve got a busy day, we don’t have time to waste.” A moment later, an out of place purple door awaits. Felix knocks on the door. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire? Intriguing.” Felix steps inside first. The two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on Felix. “I can tell you have a sensual energy. It’s probably best you wait out here. I wouldn’t want you to get overly-excited.” Felix scoffs as his face scrunches up. “What? You had me at sensual energy and lost me at wait out here.” He turns and walks away from the counter. “I can control myself,” he mumbles. Titus shrugs. “He’s only offended because he knows I’m right.” * [[“Uh, okay. Well, I’ll take a look in the back.|TE_4F]] (View the adults-only items) * [["Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Maybe I want to be the one protecting you.” A look of disbelief flickers across Felix’s face. “Protect me? Why? And from who?” A grin threatens to overtake as you take a step closer to Felix. “Does it matter?” “It does,” he replies, driving his hazel gaze to any place that isn’t you. He steps away and starts walking toward the alley. “It really does,” his quiet words reach your ears. “Come on, $mcname. Things to do, people to see,” he says louder, glancing back briefly to make sure you’re following. You sigh and catch up. A moment later, an out of place purple door awaits. Felix knocks on the door. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire? Intriguing.” Felix steps inside first. The two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on Felix. “I can tell you have a sensual energy. It’s probably best you wait out here. I wouldn’t want you to get overly-excited.” Felix scoffs as his face scrunches up. “What? You had me at sensual energy and lost me at wait out here.” He turns and walks away from the counter. “I can control myself,” he mumbles. Titus shrugs. “He’s only offended because he knows I’m right.” * [[“Uh, okay. Well, I’ll take a look in the back.|TE_4F]] (View the adults-only items) * [["Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

Heat floods your face. On second thought, you’d rather just return to the open section of the store. You turn around and quickly walk past Titus. Felix smirks at you from across the room before returning to his own shopping. Titus locks the room and returns to the counter. “Well, let me know if you change your mind!” You look around at the rest of the wares. <ul> <<if $vintagewinegift is false>><li>[[Look at the vintage wine.]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift is false>><li>[[Look at the theatre tickets.]]</li><</if>> <<if $daggergift is false>><li>[[Look at the exquisite dagger.]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift is false>><li>[[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant is false>><li>[[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift is false>><li>[[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]]</li><</if>></ul> [[You're finished shopping.|ch2titusfinish_felix]] <<set $titusfelix to true>>

“Come on scaredy-cat,” you say laughing. $Frederick bites $fhis lip. “Hey, I might be a coward, but at least I’m aware of it.” You nod. “Yes, awareness is the first step.” The two of you walk down the alley. “What’s the second?” fhe asks. “Ah - I’m not sure yet.” $Frederick shakes his head and laughs. “Fair enough.” A moment later, the two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. You knock and it swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire?” $Frederick’s eyes widen. You step in first and the two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on $Frederick. But $Frederick’s backing up and bumps into a shelf. $fHe holds $fhis arm and curses quietly. “Are you alright?” You ask, taking a step forward. “Fine! I’m fine,” $fhe laughs nervously. “I’m just going to shop over here.” You watch $fhim retreat before turning back to Titus. Titus shrugs. “So, what do you say?” * [[“Why not? Well, I’ll take a look in the back.]] (View the adults-only items) * [[“Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares.”|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“Hey,” you say. “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right?” $Frederick looks down at $fhis feet. “Thank you…” $fHe sighs. “I just wish I was skilled enough to protect //you.// I want to be useful to you, $mcname.” Your gaze softens. “Just be you. That’s useful to me. That’s what I want.” $Frederick finally looks up at you. “Okay, I can do that.” The two of you start to walk down the alley and eventually reach an elegant purple door. You knock on the door and it swings open. “Come on scaredy-cat,” you say laughing. $Frederick bites $fhis lip. “Hey, I might be a coward, but at least I’m aware of it.” You nod. “Yes, awareness is the first step.” The two of you walk down the alley. “What’s the second?” fhe asks. “Ah - I’m not sure yet.” $Frederick shakes his head and laughs. “Fair enough.” A moment later, the two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. You knock and it swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire?” $Frederick’s eyes widen. You step in first and the two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on $Frederick. But $Frederick’s backing up and bumps into a shelf. $fHe holds $fhis arm and curses quietly. “Are you alright?” You ask, taking a step forward. “Fine! I’m fine,” $fhe laughs nervously. “I’m just going to shop over here.” You watch $fhim retreat before turning back to Titus. Titus shrugs. “So, what do you say?” * [[“Why not? Well, I’ll take a look in the back.]] (View the adults-only items) * [[“Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares.”|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

“True. Stay by my side though, okay?” $Frederick laughs softly. “Of course, I won’t stray too far.” $fHe walks at your side until the two of you reach the end of the alley, where an elegant purple door awaits. You knock on the door and it swings open. “Come on scaredy-cat,” you say laughing. $Frederick bites $fhis lip. “Hey, I might be a coward, but at least I’m aware of it.” You nod. “Yes, awareness is the first step.” The two of you walk down the alley. “What’s the second?” fhe asks. “Ah - I’m not sure yet.” $Frederick shakes his head and laughs. “Fair enough.” A moment later, the two of you come to a stop in front of an elegant purple door. You knock and it swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire?” $Frederick’s eyes widen. You step in first and the two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on $Frederick. But $Frederick’s backing up and bumps into a shelf. $fHe holds $fhis arm and curses quietly. “Are you alright?” You ask, taking a step forward. “Fine! I’m fine,” $fhe laughs nervously. “I’m just going to shop over here.” You watch $fhim retreat before turning back to Titus. Titus shrugs. “So, what do you say?” * [[“Why not? Well, I’ll take a look in the back.]] (View the adults-only items) * [[“Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares.”|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

Felix stretches as the two of you walk through the heart of Invictus. “I don’t think Titus liked me very much,” he muses. “Who does?’ You tease with a straight face. “Wow. I’m going to cry myself to sleep tonight.” You chuckle to yourself. “No, you’re not.” “We’ll see how the rest of the day goes,” he replies with a grin. The two of turn a corner and the stables come into sight. “So, where to next?” Felix asks. There’s still time to visit one more place and you decide to go to… * [[the docks.|…visit the Docks.]] * [[Crow’s Tavern.|…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] * [[Vulcan’s Smithy.|…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]

Margaret walks with her hands in her dress pockets as the two of you move through the heart of Invictus. “You got daggers at the ready?” You muse. “Wha- oh.” She laughs. “Always,” she replies with a knowing smile. “But my hands are just cold. The last of the Spring chill is harsher than expected.” You do a once over of her outfit. She often wears dresses and today is no different. Margaret sees you looking and smirks. “Dresses are easier for me to fight in, when they’re flowy like this. I like to dance with my daggers. And I look damn good doing it.” “When am I going to see your skills in action?” Her brown eyes look into your eyes. “How often is danger lurking?” You think for a moment. “Always?” She nods. “Certainly. I’m sure you’ll see my dance before too long.” The two of you round the corner and come to a stop at the stables. “So, where to next?” She asks. There’s still time to visit one more place and you decide to go to… * [[the docks.|…visit the Docks.]] * [[Crow’s Tavern.|…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] * [[Vulcan’s Smithy.|…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]]

“That was an interesting shop,” Constantine says as the two of you walk through the heart of Invictus. “Hmm. Yes, Titus is interesting, too.” Constantine laughs. “Certainly. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more helping with your shopping…” “That’s alright,” you flash a small smile. “Kind of outside of your job description, isn’t it?” Constantine tilts his head for a moment before chuckling. “Well, I’m here for anything you need. So, I suppose not.” “Anything? So you’ll help me rob a store?” “Huh?” His eyes are wide at your words. “You did say anything…” “Uh, well. I suppose if Your Highness wished…” his eyes plead for that to never happen. You snort. “You’re a loyal Knight, Constantine. But don’t ever compromise yourself for the sake of duty, okay?” His brows furrow and he’s silent for a moment. “Noted.” The two of you turn the corner and see the stables in sight. “So, where to now?” He asks. There’s still time to visit one more place and you decide to go to… * [[the docks.|…visit the Docks.]] * [[Crow’s Tavern.|…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] * [[Vulcan’s Smithy.|…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]]

“Get anything interesting from the Emporium?” James glances over at you as the two of you walk through the heart of Invictus. “Maybe. Maybe not,” you respond. “So mysterious,” he replies. “Just evening the playing field when it comes to secrets.” He puts a hand to his chest. “You wound me, $mcsibling.” The two of you turn the corner and see the stables in sight. “So, what now?” He asks. There’s still time to visit one more place and you decide to go to… * [[the docks.|…visit the Docks.]] * [[Crow’s Tavern.|…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] * [[Vulcan’s Smithy.|…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]]

$Frederick walks alongside side you through the heart of Invictus. $fHe sighs and closes $fhis eyes for a moment. “The air here is so…clean.” You raise a brow. “It smells like the sea.” $fHe opens $fhis eyes and meets your gaze, a small smile on $fhis face. “It smells like //home.//“ You consider the words as you look around. Home. A word that means something different to everyone. Your father’s words come to mind. //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine than the thought of us four together again.// He knew what his home was. Will you ever figure yours out? The two of you round the corner and the stables come into sight. $Frederick glances at you. “So, where to next?” $fHe asks. There’s still time to visit one more place and you decide to go to… * [[the docks.|…visit the Docks.]] * [[Crow’s Tavern.|…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] * [[Vulcan’s Smithy.|…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]]

Your lips twitch. “Okay, go check it out.” Felix nods and does an dramatic hand gesture. “As $HisHer Highness commands!” You watch his walk further into the alley and squint your eyes when you’re pretty sure their a blade tip sticking out from his sleeve. You didn’t know that Felix carried a blade on him. At least, he didn’t in the past. A few minutes later he comes jogging out. “All clear. Now, may I escort you to the emporium.” You nod your head. “Sure, Felix.” He walks with his head held high, by your side, until the two of you reach an out of place purple door. Felix knocks on the door. A few seconds pass and the door swings open. A person with long black hair and honeyed eyes beams at you. “Welcome to Titus’ Emporium!” They step back and swing their arm toward down the gently lit hallway. “Items of desire await.” “Items of desire? Intriguing.” Felix steps inside first. The two of you follow Titus down the hallway and into a large room filled with glass cases and a sturdy wooden counter with a curtained backdrop. “That’s the backroom,” Titus tells you as they come to a stop at the counter. “Items for a…mature audience. Let me know if you’d like a look.” He glances between the two of you and then pauses on Felix. “I can tell you have a sensual energy. It’s probably best you wait out here. I wouldn’t want you to get overly-excited.” Felix scoffs as his face scrunches up. “What? You had me at sensual energy and lost me at wait out here.” He turns and walks away from the counter. “I can control myself,” he mumbles. Titus shrugs. “He’s only offended because he knows I’m right.” * [[“Uh, okay. Well, I’ll take a look in the back.|TE_4F]] (View the adults-only items) * [["Alright, well, I’ll just take a look at your regular wares."|You’d rather just view the regular items for sale.]]

You’d rather visit the tavern alone so you set off on foot to the southern part of Invictus. The streets are pretty quiet considering the time of day. Why did you decide to go to tavern alone? * [[You wanted to be alone to your thoughts.|ch2tavernalone_1a]] * [[It seemed like a good day to drown your sorrows in a drink.|ch2tavernalone_1b]] * [[It’s not like you’re really alone. You glance over your shoulder at your protection detail.|ch2tavernalone_1c]]

[[Incomplete - skip to Margaret's Birthday|mbdaystarts]]

You depart for Crow’s Tavern, flanked by Constantine and James. Southern Invictus is quiet and at one point, you don’t see anyone else on the street. While it’s still morning, you’d expect to see at least a few people coming and going. Constantine’s eyes dart around, his hand never straying far from his sword. James walks with his arms crossed, in a relaxed sense, hands resting over the other arm’s elbow. The silence is a little unnerving, whether you prefer it or not. Too quiet means your thoughts start to roam. To the weight of the crown. To your brother’s secrets. Your father’s death. Trying to grapple with this new reality. The one where the freedom to be just you has been taken away. A sigh falls from your lips as the three of you continue on your way. Constantine glances over at you and opens his mouth to speak but James cuts in. “Hey! That brothel - Constantine isn’t that -” “I don’t know anything about Brothels, James.” Constantine’s serious tone causes you to glance over at him. He doesn’t return your gaze. “So you’ve never been to a brothel?” You ask. Constantine stops walking, eyes wide before he schools his expression. “Well, I have…” He turns to look at you. “But not like that! It was an accident. I was tricked.” James snorts. “Tricked? That’s an interesting word for propositioned.” Constantine shakes his head. “No, I - I didn’t know what was happening!” “Hey, isn’t this the tavern?” You ask. Constantine’s shoulder sag in relief. “Yes, thank the Gods.” You chuckle a little as you walk toward the door. “Good, let’s get some drinks so you can finish telling the story.” “What?” He’s paler than normal. James grins and claps him on the back. “Come on brothel boy.” Constantine groans and pushes his way forward, opening the door. He glares at the ground while silently motioning for you to enter. After you and James enter, he follows. * [[Order water and take your seat.|ch2tavernwater_cj]] * [[Order a mug of ale and take your seat.|ch2tavernale_cj]]

You walk to The Crow’s Tavern with Margaret by your side. She seems tense. “You’re awfully quiet,” you muse. “Hmm? Oh,” she laughs. “Apologies, Your Highness. I’ve never been to this part of town. I wouldn’t want to let my guard down.” She glances at you with a grin. “After all, your mother wouldn’t be pleased if something happened to you on my watch.” “Understandable. She can be…difficult.” Margaret nods and lowers her voice. “Yes, but for good reason. She’s never steered me wrong.” You raise a brow. “You don’t strike me as someone who let’s other steer her.” “No,” she replies, brown eyes shining in the afternoon sun. “Of course not. But I do trust her.” You tilt your head in acknowledgement. As the two of you approach the brick building with a Crow on it’s sign, you say, “We’ve arrived.” You hold the door open and Margaret thanks you with a curtsy. “Well, you know how to make a woman feel like a princess.” * [[You shake your head amused and laugh as you follow her in.|ch2tavernm_1]] * [[“I suppose I know a few things when it comes to royalty.”|ch2tavernm_2]] * [[“I can propose and make you a princess tomorrow?”|ch2tavernm_3][$mflirt +=2]] ❤️

[[Incomplete - skip to Margaret's Birthday|mbdaystarts]]

You walk between Felix and $Frederick on the way to The Crow’s Tavern. Felix is familiar with this tavern, so his shortcut leads you away from the heart of the capital and into southern Invictus in a short time. As you walk down the street to the tavern, $Frederick points out a brothel on the other side. “You know that place well, don’t you Felix?” Felix rolls his eyes. “I haven’t been to that brothel. Have //you//?” $Frederick looks taken aback. “What? Me? I’ve never been to a brothel.” $fHe refuses to look at the brothel again, keeping $fhis gaze on the ground. “Hmm. You seem wound up. Maybe we should drop you off there,” Felix teases, a smirk growing on his face. $Frederick glares at $fhis brother. You clear your throat. “We’ve arrived…” Felix holds the door open for you and $Frederick then the three of you head to the counter to order. * [[You order water.|fftavern_water]] * [[You order ale.|fftavern_ale]]

After ordering your water, you grab a table in the corner with Constantine and James. James ordered ale. Constantine decided on water, too. He said he needs to stay alert. It’s not long before the drinks are served and you all take a sip to recover from the long walk. “So, you //have// been to a brothel,” you state, eyes turning to Constantine. He gnaws on his bottom lip. “Technically, yes.” * [[Ask if he had a good time.|ch2tavern_cj2][$cflirt +=2]]❤️ * [[Simply smirk at him.|ch2tavern_cj2a]] * [["It’s alright. I’ve been to a brothel a time or two myself." You have.|ch2tavern_c2jc][$cfriend +=2]] * [["It’s alright. I’ve been to a brothel a time or two myself." You have not but you want to see his reaction.|ch2tavern_cj2d][$cfriend +=2]]

After ordering your ale, you grab a table in the corner with Constantine and James. James ordered ale, too. Constantine decided on water. He said he needs to stay alert. It’s not long before the drinks are served and you all take a sip to recover from the long walk. “So, you //have// been to a brothel,” you state, eyes turning to Constantine. He gnaws on his bottom lip. “Technically, yes.” * [[Ask if he had a good time.|ch2tavern_cj2][$cflirt +=2]]❤️ * [[Simply smirk at him.|ch2tavern_cj2a]] * [["It’s alright. I’ve been to a brothel a time or two myself." You have.|ch2tavern_c2jc][$cfriend +=2]] * [["It’s alright. I’ve been to a brothel a time or two myself." You have not but you want to see his reaction.|ch2tavern_cj2d][$cfriend +=2]]

“Did you have a good time?” Constantine blue gaze flits to you. “No,” he replies, almost instantly. “Oh.” “I’d have a better time with you,” he smiles. “Uh…” James coughs. “Are you trying to proposition my sibling?” Constantine gives him a look of confusion and then shakes his head. “No, no! I meant a better time in general. In $hisher company. Not - not //that//,” his eyes are wide by the time he finishes. * [[Reach over and trace his hand. "I’m available and willing."|ch2taverncj3][$cflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [[You avoid his eyes, a bit disappointed that he’s not interested in you.|ch2taverncj3a][$cflirt +=2]] ❤️ * [[Chuckle to yourself. Of course he’s not interested in you. Who would be?|ch2taverncj3b][$cflirt +=2]] ❤️

Words aren’t necessary so you simply smirk at Constantine. He shifts a little under your gaze. “They said, ‘Are you ready to put your sword to use?’ Of course I replied, ‘Yes.’ And then they said ‘Perfect. You’re just what I need. Come.’ and they waved for me to follow. I thought they needed help so I followed them and ended up at the Brothel. It was a misunderstanding." * [[You snort. "Wow."|ch2tavencj_3a]] * [[Try not to laugh and instead pat his shoulder. "A mistake anyone could have made."|ch2taverncj_3b]] * [[You’re speechless.|ch2taverncj_3c]]

“It’s alright. I’ve been to a brothel a time or two myself.” It’s true and you don’t feel the need to hide it. Sometimes a person just wants some no-strings-attached sex. And there’s nothing wrong with that. James is mid-sip but it ends when he unintentionally spits his ale all over the tavern table. Constantine’s face grows red. “Oh.” He scratches his cheek before continuing. “Well, whatever makes you happy, Your Highness.” His blue gaze flits around the room, unsure what to focus on. Although he does give the ale covered table a brief look of disgust. James wipes ale from his face. “I guess I’m the only one who hasn’t been to a brothel then.” You smirk. “We can drop you off at one.” James rolls his eyes.“Oh, //very// funny. Should we drop you off at a circus?” Constantine clears his throat. “Another drink anyone?” You shake your head. “No, but I would like to hear the rest of the story?” He sighs. “Fine. It’s quite simple. They said, ‘Are you ready to put your sword to use?’ Of course I replied, ‘Yes.’ And then they said ‘Perfect. You’re just what I need. Come.’ and they waved for me to follow. I thought they needed help so I followed them and ended up at the Brothel. It was a misunderstanding.” * [[You snort. "Wow."|ch2tavencj_3a][$brothelyes to true]] * [[Try not to laugh and instead pat his shoulder. "A mistake anyone could have made."|ch2taverncj_3b][$brothelyes to true]] * [[You’re speechless.|ch2taverncj_3c][$brothelyes to true]]

“It’s alright. I’ve been to a brothel a time or two myself.” It’s not true but you want to see what happens. James is mid-sip but it ends when he unintentionally spits his ale all over the tavern table. Constantine’s face grows red. “Oh.” He scratches his cheek before continuing. “Well, whatever makes you happy, Your Highness.” His blue gaze flits around the room, unsure what to focus on. Although he does give the ale covered table a brief look of disgust. “Personally, //I// would be happy if you keep that sort of thing to yourself. I don’t want to think about my $mcsibling in that context.” Your lips twitch but you carefully school your face. * [[Confess to the joke.][$cfriend +=2]] * [[You decide not to tell them it was a joke.][$fakebrothelvisit to true]]

You reach over trace Constantine’s hand with your fingers. He doesn’t move but his eyes land on you. “I’m available and willing,” you tell him. James beings coughing on his ale. Constantine opens his mouth to respond to you but then closes it, his brow furrowing. James wipes his face from the ale he coughed on. “Thanks for the concern,” he wheezes. Constantine shakes his head and turns his gaze to James. “Apologies - are you alright?” Concern lingers in his eyes as he looks over you brother. James pushes his chair back. “It’s fine. I’m going for another drink.” He doesn’t say anything else. Constantine chews on his bottom lip for a moment before turning to you. “I assume that was a joke. I know making James squirm can be amusing.” Your hand still lingers on his. * [[Nod and withdraw your hand. "A joke indeed."|ch2taverncj_4a][$cfriend +=2]] * [["I meant what I said," you reply, looking into his eyes.|ch2taverncj_4b][$cflirt +=4]] ❤️

You chuckle to yourself. Of course he’s not interested in you. Who would be? <<if $fexlove>>Your first love literally disappeared after you confessed. You’re not sure about falling for someone again. But even if you wanted to, why would they want to be with you?<</if>> There’s no reason for Constantine to be interested in you for anything other than his duty - protecting you. Constantine’s brows furrow and he glances over at you. “Are you alright, Your Highness?” You nod, tapping your fingers on the edge of your mug. “Never better,” you say before taking a sip. James slaps his hands on the table and stands. “Constantine, let’s play some darts.” Constantine looks unsure and glances over to you. You just shrug. “Alright,” he replies to James. [[You watch the two of them walk away, leaving you alone.|James and Constantine play darts for a bit.]]

You chuckle. “The two of you are gullible, huh?” James glares at you. “What?” He clicks his tongue and crosses his arms while leaning back in the wooden chair. “You’re a jerk, $mcname.” You snort. “A jerk? At least //try// to insult me.” James huffs but his lips twitch. Constantine laughs. “Well, I think this calls for another round.” [[He heads over to the bar to order.|ch2tavern_cj_end_a]]

You smile as you decide to keep the fact that it was a joke to yourself. Constantine laughs. “Well, I think this calls for another round.” [[He heads over to the bar to order. Before you know it, it's time to leave.|ch2tavern_cj_end_a]]

The three of you walk back to the stables to meet the others before you need to head out to your charity. Everyone seems to be lost in their thoughts, including you. It’s been a long month and yet, your reign is only in its infancy. No one speaks until you reach the stables. You lean against a wall, arms crossed. James lets out a yawn. “Kind of agreeing with Felix from this morning. We probably could have left later.” Constantine rolls his eyes. “You’ve been home for, what, a month? We’ve had days much longer than this.” James sighs. “I forgot how simple life was a royal.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Mm. Yes, very simple.” James glances over at you. “I forgot you were there.” “Wow.” Constantine clears his throat and raise his hand. “I didn’t forget.” You nod at him. “Thank you, I really appreciate that.” He smirks at James who narrows his eyes at the Knight. “The hell are you smirking for? You want a cookie?” Constantine shrugs. “Desert does sound good.” You close your eyes hoping to prevent whiplash from the ridiculous direction of this conversation. A few minutes pass fotsteps break through the quiet and Felix, Margaret, and $Frederick come around the corner. [[It’s time to head to your charity.|ch2_charity_start]]

You’re actually speechless and don’t know how to respond. James laughs and claps his hands. “Incredible, right? //This// dashing Knight was tricked into a brothel. I mean, it’s worthy of the history books to be honest.” Constantine rolls his eyes and swats James’ shoulder. “I was barely a squire!” “An age of innocence,” James replies, smirking at Constantine. Constantine’s nods as he stares at the table. “Yeah, it definitely was.” You watch a dark look briefly flash in his eyes. If it was really that long ago, it was before the war. You won’t ever know what that’s like but you can try to empathize. Constantine clears his throat. “I think it’s time for another drink.” [[The three of you chat for another hour or two before heading out.|ch2tavern_cj_end_a]]

You snort. “Wow.” Constantine turns his blushing face elsewhere. “I was young. Barely a squire…” James laughs. “Kind of precious, you must’ve been so innocent then.” Constantine’s nods as he stares at the table. “Yeah, I definitely was.” You watch a dark look briefly flash in his eyes. If it was really that long ago, it was before the war. You won’t ever know what that’s like but you can try to empathize. Constantine clears his throat. “I think it’s time for another drink.” [[The three of you chat for another hour or two before heading out.|ch2tavern_cj_end_a]]

You try not to laugh as his cheeks darken. You pat his shoulder, “A mistake anyone could have made.” Constantine chuckles softly to himself. “Not sure about that, but thank you for your attempt.” James grins. “Kind of precious, you must’ve been so innocent then.” Constantine’s nods as he stares at the table. “Yeah, I definitely was. I was still a squire.” You watch a dark look briefly flash in his eyes. If it was really that long ago, it was before the war. You won’t ever know what that’s like but you can try to empathize. Constantine clears his throat. “I think it’s time for another drink.” [[The three of you chat for another hour or two before heading out.|ch2tavern_cj_end_a]]

You avoid his eyes, a bit disappointed that he’s not interested in you. Maybe you shouldn’t feel this way about Constantine but you do. James clear his throat. “Well, know that we’e cleared that up, I think it’s time for a game. Darts?” Constantine nods. “Sure, why don’t you get it set up and I’ll meet you over there?” James’ brow furrows as his gaze flicks between you and Constantine. “Fine. Don’t take too long.” As he walks away, Constantine turns to you. You take a sip of your drink, eyes watching James across the room. Constantine gently drums his fingers on the table. After a moment, you sigh and ask, “Something on your mind?” He doesn’t respond so you turn to him, drawing him from his thoughts. “No,” he replies, standing up. “I’ll be over there if you need anything.” You watch him walk away and slouch a little in your chair. [[James and Constantine play darts for a bit.]]

You nod and withdraw your hand. “A joke indeed,” you reply with a smile. He gives you knowing smile before pushing his chair back. “I should check on your brother.” [[A while later, it’s time to leave the tavern.|ch2tavern_cj_end_a]]

“I meant what I said,” you reply, looking into his eyes. He holds your gaze. “You make it difficult to say no.” “Then say yes,” you reply. He gently grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on it. “I cannot,” he replies quietly. He pushes his chair back. “I should check on your brother.” You watch him walk away, the feeling of his lips lingering on your hand. But mostly you feel the sting of his dutiful rejection. [[A while later, it’s time to leave the tavern.|ch2taverncj_endflirt]]

The three of you walk back to the stables to meet the others before you need to head out to your charity. Everyone seems to be lost in their thoughts, including you. The sting of rejection only lingers like a feather-like touch. But it’s there, gently whispering to your heart. Constantine walks alongside you but he feels far away. No one speaks until you reach the stables. You lean against a wall, arms crossed. James lets out a yawn. “I’ll be back, I’m going to pop into the Inn and get some water. Need to sober up,” he mumbles the last part. You nod and watch him disappear around a corner. You glance over at Constantine to find him already looking at you. Despite your best efforts to remain calm, your heart beats a little quicker. You look away, remembering his earlier words. The things he said and the things he didn’t. Sometimes you struggle to decipher his intentions. His eyes speak in a way his words never do. Constantine runs a hand through his golden locks and you watch as his fingers twist the strands and tug a little. His body is rigid and you don’t think you’ve seen him like this before. Instinctively, you turn your head toward him. His blue eyes swim with indecision as he meets your gaze. * [[He blows out a breath before looking away.|ch2_nodiscussion][$cfriend +=4]] * [[He blows out a breath before joining you in leaning against the wall.|ch2_c_discussion][$cflirt +=4]] ❤️

!!!<div style="text-align: right;">James’ Perspective</div> You throw the dart, missing the target by a small margin. You huff and step away, allowing Constantine to take his turn. But when you glance over at him, he’s twirling the dart in his hand, eyes across the room on your $mcsibling. <<if $ch1ridewc>>You haven’t forgotten when $mcname rode into the stables with Constantine.<</if>>You haven’t missed the lingering looks. And you certainly didn’t miss the way your $mcsibling looked disappointment back at the table. You’re not sure what’s going on but someone’s got to say something. //Don’t say I never did anything for you, $mcname.// You clear your throat. Constantine looks up. “Oh,” he moves over to throw his dart. You watch as his arm raises and his eyes narrow on the target. “So, uh,” you aren’t sure how to start and are just winging it at this point. “Are your eyes broke or something?” The dart lands in the target. “Obviously not,” he replies smirking over at you. You roll your eyes as you grab the dart from the board. “Not about that, idiot.” Constantine looks taken aback. “What’s your problem?” He asks, unsure. You throw your dart with full force, landing in the middle of the target. Then you turn to Constantine. “You keep looking at $mcname. Is there something I need to know about?” Constantine’s cheeks heat. “I wasn’t -” “You were,” you reply, arms crossed. You know it’s hard for him to admit when he likes someone. He doesn’t want anything to interfere with his duty. Constantine rubs his hands over his face and into his hair. “There’s nothing to know.” He sighs and straightens up, looking into your eyes. “I promise that I'm committed to protecting you and $mcname.” You take a step forward and place a comforting hand on his arm. “I know that. But I’m worried you’re too committed.” He scoffs. “Is there such a thing? It’s my purpose.” You shake your head and step back. “No, it’s your job. Your purpose should be to figure out what you //really// want.” You tap your chest. “In your heart of hearts. Think about it,” you tell him before heading for another drink. [[A while later, it’s time to leave the tavern.|ch1taverncj_dartsend3]] <<set $cjdartsch2 to true>>

The three of you walk back to the stables to meet the others before you need to head out to your charity. Everyone seems to be lost in their thoughts, including you. The sting of disappointment only lingers like a feather-like touch. But it’s there, gently whispering to your heart. Constantine walks alongside you but he feels far away. No one speaks until you reach the stables. You lean against a wall, arms crossed. James lets out a yawn. “I’ll be back, I’m going to pop into the Inn and get some water. Need to sober up,” he mumbles the last part. You nod and watch him disappear around a corner. You glance over at Constantine to find him already looking at you. Despite your best efforts to remain calm, your heart beats a little quicker. You look away, remembering his earlier words. The things he said and the things he didn’t. Sometimes you struggle to decipher his intentions. His eyes speak in a way his words never do. Constantine runs a hand through his golden locks and you watch as his fingers twist the strands and tug a little. His body is rigid and you don’t think you’ve seen him like this before. Instinctively, you turn your head toward him. His blue eyes swim with indecision as he meets your gaze. * [[He blows out a breath before looking away.|ch2_nodiscussion][$cfriend +=4]] * [[He blows out a breath before joining you in leaning against the wall.|ch2_c_discussion][$cflirt +=4]] ❤️

Titus beams. “Ah! A special gift for yourself or someone else? Look no further, Your Highness.” They gesture for you to follow. You watch as Titus uses three keys to unlock the door. They glance over their shoulder at you. “Can’t be too careful,” they murmur before pushing the door open and leading you inside. To the right of the small backroom are three velvet line displays with various styles of lingerie. To the left is a pristine shelf with several pairs of handcuffs and a few bottles of tinted liquid. Upon further inspection, a tiny label says, “Titus’ Special Formula Olive Oil Lube.” * [[You feel your cheeks heat and change your mind, heading back to the open section of the store.|TE_5f]] * [[You want to inspect the lingerie.]] * [[You take a look at the silk cuffs.]] * [[You take a look at Titus’ special formula.]]

Heat floods your face. On second thought, you’d rather just return to the open section of the store. You turn around and quickly walk past Titus. $Frederick's eyes widen as you dash of out the room. $fHe flashes you a nervous smile. Titus locks the room and returns to the counter. “Well, let me know if you change your mind!” You look around at the rest of the wares. <ul> <<if $vintagewinegift is false>><li>[[Look at the vintage wine.]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift is false>><li>[[Look at the theatre tickets.]]</li><</if>> <<if $daggergift is false>><li>[[Look at the exquisite dagger.]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift is false>><li>[[Look at the expertly crafted arrows.]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant is false>><li>[[Look at the Gaia pendant with a leather cord.]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift is false>><li>[[Look at the hardcover journal with an inscription.]]</li><</if>></ul> [[You're finished shopping.|ch2titusfinish_f]] <<set $titusf to true>>

You look around at the decorated room. Near the doors is a table of various fresh foods from the castle kitchen, including Margaret’s favorites like lamb with fresh vegetables, apple pie, and red wine. A cake is currently being finished in the kitchen for later. Outside the double doors ahead of you is a space for knife throwing. On the other side of the room, a small table for gifts is filled with several wrapped items of varying sizes. You… <ul> <li>[[chose not to give her anything.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdaynogift to true]]</li> <<if $daggergift>><li>[[got her a dagger when you were in Invictus.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbirthdaydagger to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $vintagewinegift>><li>[[got her a bottle of vintage wine when you were in Invictus.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdaywine to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $journalgift>><li>[[got her a journal when you were in Invictus.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdayjournal to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $arrowgift>><li>[[got her some arrows when you were in Invictus.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdayarrows to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $theatreticketsgift>><li>[[got her tickets to the theatre when you were in Invictus.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdaytheatre to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $gaiapendant>><li>[[got her a Gaia pendant when you were in Invictus.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdaypendant to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $flowers>><li>[[used your knowledge of flowers to create perfume to gift to Margaret.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdayperfume to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $cooking>><li>[[used your cooking skills to bake a cake for Margaret.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdaycake to true]]</li><</if>> <<if $flowers>><li>[[used your knowledge of flowers to create a small dose of poison from hellebore. You suppose it might be useful for one of Margaret’s missions.|mbirthday_giftnotice][$mbdaypoison to true]]</li><</if>> </ul>

<<if $mbdaynogift>>You don’t have a gift for Margaret but you did put this party together. She doesn’t strike you as the type of person who cares all that much about gifts anyway.<</if>><<if $mbirthdaydagger>>You bought the beautiful dagger from Titus’ Emporium for Margaret. Seeing that she loves sharp objects, but especially daggers, you can’t think of a better gift to give her. It’s wrapped and on the table with the other gifts for later.<</if>><<if $mbdaywine>>You bought the bottle of vintage wine from Titus’ Emporium for Margaret. You’ve seen her drinking wine on various occasions and she appears to enjoy it. It’s wrapped and on the table with the other gifts for later.<</if>><<if $mbdayjournal >>You bought the engraved journal from Titus’ Emporium to give to Margaret. She’s such a secretive woman. Surely she needs a place to put her thoughts?<</if>><<if $mbdayarrows>>You bought the beautifully crafted arrows from Titus’ Emporium to give to Margaret for her birthday. Although she typically uses daggers, she enjoys weapons in general and will likely find them useful.<</if>><<if $mbdaytheatre>>You bought theatre tickets from Titus’ Emporium to give to Margaret. Although she hasn’t mentioned the theatre, she is a cultured, noble woman.<</if>><<if $mbdaypendant>>You bought a Gaia pendant from Titus’ Emporium to give to Margaret for her birthday.<</if>><<if $mbdayperfume>>Your knowledge of flowers allows you to harvest some of lavender from the garden that your father previously planted. You used the lavender, along with some essentials oils, to create perfume for Margaret.<</if>><<if $mbdaycake>>You decided to bake a special cake for Margaret, separate then the one for guests. It’s a red velvet cake. She loves red. She’s sure to love this cake. Assuming your food is as edible as you believe it is.<</if>><<if $mbdaypoison>>Your knowledge of flowers allows you to harvest some of the hellebore from your mother’s secret garden. You crafted some poison as a gift Margaret. Maybe it’ll come on handy for one of her missions.<</if>> Having checked on the various aspects of the event, you head back to your room to get ready for Margaret’s party. You walk alone to the west wing of the castle, passing the gallery. Your eyes glance over as you pass the archway and land on your father’s portrait. But something’s off. Your freeze and turn fully, narrowing your eyes. <<if $glasses>>You re-adjust your glasses.<</if>> It’s crooked. You walk into the gallery and take a moment to tilt the portrait to the left before taking a step back to survey it. Once you’re satisfied, you take a glance around to see if anything else looks different. After a thorough inspection, you haven’t noticed anything else. You look to your father’s painting once more. The all-too familiar smile twists your insides. //How long until you forget the sound of his voice?// //And what about the memory of his love? Does that fade, too?// You smile back for a moment before turning away and letting it fall. There is little time to indulge ghosts. The living need you more. Hundreds of thousands of them. * [[You hurry to your chambers to get ready.|mbdaygetready]]

The party is far from the elegance of a ball. Still, you have a few options to choose from: * [[A long, loose tunic with trousers.|mbdaygetready_b][$mbdaytunic to true]] * [[A simple shirt with trousers.|mbdaygetready_b][$mbdayshirt to true]] * [[A toga - loose and flowing.|mbdaygetready_b][$mbdaytoga to true]] * [[A tight dress that hugs your body.|mbdaygetready_b][$mbdaytightdress to true]] * [[An elegant, flowy dress.|mbdaygetready_b][$mbdayflowydress to true]]

<<if $mbdaytunic>>You dress in a long tunic and trousers, inspecting yourself in the mirror.<</if>><<if $mbdayshirt>>You dress in a simple shirt and trousers, inspecting yourself in the mirror.<</if>><<if $mbdaytoga>>You dress in a loose and flowing toga, inspecting yourself in the mirror.<</if>><<if $mbdaytightdress>>You dress in a tight dress that hugs your body, inspecting yourself in the mirror.<</if>><<if $mbdayflowydress>>You dress in an elegant, flow dress, inspecting yourself in the mirror.<</if>> You quickly check your hair, finding it suitable. You head to the party, where Anna should be finishing any final touches and ensuring everything is in place. It doesn’t take you long to reach the room small ballroom where the party is. When you walk in, Anna glances over and nods before turning back to the table where the cake is being placed. You leave her to handle that and take a look around. People will start showing up soon but you spot Felix already in a corner, a glass of wine in his hand. He takes a sip then lets out a content sigh while gazing out the window and into the gardens. * [[Talk to Felix.|mbday_felixchat]] * [[Wait for the other guests to arrive.|mbday_wait]]

You walk over to Felix to have a chat while waiting for the other guests. You stop next to him while looking out the same window. “You did a nice job putting everything together for this party,” he muses. You glance over at him, his hazel eyes meet yours. A soft smile sits on his face. “You’re thoughtful, $mcname. Like your father was,” he adds before a flicker of sadness frames his features. His gaze returns to the garden. <<if $crushedonfelix>>There’s more to Felix than meets the eye. A part of you always knew that. Maybe that’s one of the reasons you had a crush on him back then.<</if>> “My father was thoughtful. But do you think he was a good person?” Felix is quiet as you both stare at the garden, flowers now in full bloom from the seeds your father planted. “I’m not sure there’s a ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Good people do bad things sometimes. And bad people can do good things. It’s just like how one day may be amazing and the next a catastrophe.” He takes a long sip of wine. “I can’t answer that. And I’m not sure you can either. Your father did what he thought was right for the kingdom.” Felix glances over at you. “Is there anything more we can ask of our Crown?” His words flit around your mind as footsteps alert you to the arrival of the party’s guests. “Thank you, Felix,” you say, offering a small smile. He grins and raises his glass. “Happy to provide alcohol-fueled wisdom whenever it pleases you.” You shake your head and give him a final amused look before going around to greet some guests. * [[It’s not too long until Anna ushers Margaret into the gathering.|mbdaymarrives]]

You take your time grabbing a drink and mingling with guests as they start to trickle in. * [[It’s not too long until Anna ushers Margaret into the gathering.|mbdaymarrives]]

Margaret walks into the room with Anna and stops to take a look around at the smattering of red and black decor. Her eyes are wide as she notices the people, no more than thirty though. Her eyes meet yours and you shout, “Happy Birthday, Lady Margaret!” All the guests follow after you, shouting out their own birthday wishes to Margaret. She laughs and comes closer as people head for wine and food. Her and Anna stop in front of you. “I knew you were plotting something,” she says, a grin on her face. You sigh. “So much for a surprise.” She chuckles. “I hate them anyway. But I will say I did not suspect a party exactly, so you can count it as win. //This time//.” You smile back and then look over to Anna. “Looks like we make a great team, huh?” Anna shakes her head. “You did well. I merely ensured the guests and servants complied.” “At any rate, I was thinking we could grab some wine and then do some knife throwing.” You wait for an answer. Margaret’s eyes pass you and look out to the area where everything is set up. Her brown eyes shine. “Now I find myself truly surprised.” She turns her gaze back to you. “Think you can best me in a contest?” “Only one way to find out,” you say, leading them over to the wine table. Anna hands each of you a glass and the three of you proceed outside. * [[Others gather to watch.|mbdayknifethrowingstarts]]

After everything that’s happened, you’d think the silence was peaceful. It wasn’t long ago that you yearned for something other than this chaos that your life has become. But there is no peace to be found. You cannot help but wonder what lurks in the silence on this quiet night. Even your footsteps cannot be heard as you walk the castle halls. And you’ve yet to see a single soul. A warm breeze flows through an open window and you pause to look at the night sky. There is beauty in the unknown. And danger. Your heart hammers in your ears as the shadows around you darken. You turn, eyes landing on a cloaked figure as their dagger pierces your abdomen. “Letum calls, Your Highness,” they whisper while you press your hands over your gushing wound. Your back presses against the cold stone wall as you sink down, breathing ragged. They crouch down in front of you, watching you. Their hand opens and they blow $funeralflowersch2 into your vision. You watch the flowers as your vision starts to fades into black. You struggle, trying to keep your eyes open, trying to focus on the swirling colors. But darkness swallows you whole. Your eyes flutter closed, and the last words you hear are, “The sins of the parents must be paid.” * [[This is the end of the current demo.|end1a]]

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Margaret walks to the knife table to grab the throwing knives. One set has dark blue handles, the other has dark red handles. She returns and gives you the ones with blue handles. “Birthday person first,” you say to Margaret. “Ah, you like to scope out the competition. Duly noted.” She takes her place in front of the wooden target. You observe that she uses a pinch grip, which results in a fast throw but it can cause stress to your joints. Margaret places her left foot in front, bending both knees. Her right arm smoothly wings back and then forward, the knife flying from her fingers a second later. Everyone is quiet as the pointy blade hits sticks into the bullseye. Margaret quickly spins around, a small smile on her face. “Your turn,” she says as she switches places with you. You assume your stance, holding your knife up and preparing to draw it back. But as your arm starts to swing back, you notice a very slight shift in weight. You slowly bring the knife back down to inspect it. Margaret comes closer. “Something wrong?” You run your finger along the blade and then check the balance. Margaret frowns. “The blade is loose. This could have caused an injury.” “Odd,” you reply, walking over to the table and setting the knife down. You glance around and catch sight of Constantine and James. They’re observing the crowd’s reaction. $Frederick and Felix walk over to you, Anna, and Margaret. “Everything okay?” $Frederick asks, glancing around with concern in $fhis eyes. “No,” Anna replies, an edge to her voice. “We think someone tampered with the knives.” Margaret chimes in. “I’m familiar with knives. These aren’t worn and I’ve seen this type of tampering before. Anna’s right.” There’s no proof that someone did or did not tamper with the knives. And your guests are watching to see your reaction. You inspect the other knives, all appearing normal. “Come on, we’ve got a competition,” you say loudly as you walk back over. Margaret walks past you slowly, whispering, “Are you sure? We don’t have to continue on.” You meet her eye as you adjust your stance. “I’m sure. Now hurry up so I can win.” She chuckles as she moves out of the way. This time, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary and you throw it, holding your breath as it hits the target, but not quite the bullseye. The two of you throw several more knives until it’s a tie. Hit the bullseye this time and you win. Miss the bullseye and Margaret wins. * [[Try to hit the bullseye.|mbdaybullseye.]] * [[Ensure Margaret wins.|mbdaylose]]

You want to win. You need to. You take a deep breath and focus on the feeling on the blade in your fingers and the bullseye ahead. Margaret is exceptionally skilled with blades. There’s a reason she’s a Shadow Circle Spy and your mother’s favorite resource. <<if $weaponry>>But you’re also skilled with weaponry and you’ve held your own with enough ease.<<else>>You may not be as skilled in weaponry but you’ve held your own up to this point. Hopefully you can follow through with a win.<</if>> The knife flies from your fingers, spinning as it makes its way to the target. <<if $weaponry>>* [[Your knife hits the bullseye.|mbdaywin]]<<else>>* [[Your knife misses the bullseye by less than inch.|mbdaylose_b]]<</if>>

Winning is nice. But it’s Margaret’s birthday and you want her to walk away as the winner. You take a deep breath and focus on the feeling on the blade in your fingers and the target ahead. You adjust your aim so it’s further to the right than you would normally attempt. Margaret is exceptionally skilled with blades. There’s a reason she’s a Shadow Circle Spy and your mother’s favorite resource. <<if $weaponry>>But you’re also skilled with weaponry and you’ve held your own with enough ease. But now it’s time to withdraw some of your skill.<<else>>You may not be as skilled in weaponry, but you’ve held your own up to this point. Still, it wouldn’t be a stretch for you to end up losing to someone will such ability.<</if>> The knife flies from your fingers, spinning as it makes its way to the target. * [[Your knife misses the bullseye by less than inch.|mbdaylose2_a]]

<<set $mbdayknifewin to true>> Your knife hits the bullseye and you can’t help but smile. Margaret laughs as she joins your side. “Impressive, Your Highness.” * [["It was a tight contest."|mbdaywin_a][$mfriend +=4]] * [[You smirk, a smug glint in your eyes. "Try harder next time."|mbdaywin_b][$mfriend -=4]] * [["We should practice together. Maybe I can teach you a few tricks."|mbdaywin_flirt][$mflirt +=4]] ❤️

Your knife misses the bullseye, barely, and you can’t help but sigh. Margaret smiles as she joins your side. “You did well. I’m impressed. Better luck next time, perhaps?” * [["Next time? Sure."][$mfriend +=4]] * [["I don’t know if I want to lose again."][$mflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [["We’ll see if we have time with everything going on."]]

“It was a tight contest,” you say. She chuckles. “It was. It may be my birthday, but you can still revel in your win,” she replies with a grin. “It’s part of the fun of winning.” You let your smile grow. “Very true. What now?” She sweeps her arm out at the rest of the guests. “Now I find someone to pulverize so I can reclaim my title as a winner.” You watch on amused. She turns and asks, “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

You smirk, a smug glint in your eyes. “Try harder next time.” She smiles at you sharply. “Be assured that I will, Your Highness.” Then she turns and asks, “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

“We should practice together. Maybe I can teach you a few tricks.” She grins at you, a sparkle in her brown eyes. “We’ll have to soon. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.” She turns to go but stops, hesitating for a split second before meeting your eyes once more. “Besides, I’d like to spend some time with you alone. Your presence is…acceptable.” You raise a brow but she turns away and asks, “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

After watching the other guests, including Constantine, lose to Margaret, it’s time for the knife-throwing to conclude. After all, food and gifts are the best part of the night. All of the guests are back in the small ballroom mingling. You pull Margaret aside privately for a few minutes. The two of you step back outside to be alone as the sun is setting. Margaret looks around before raising an eyebrow. “Everything alright?” You nod. <<if $mbdaynogift>>”Yes. I don’t have a gift for you but I hope you’ve had a good time tonight.”<</if>><<if $mbirthdaydagger>>You hand the rectangular package to Margaret and her eyes widen. “A gift?” “It’s your birthday.” She looks up at you and you think you see a tear brimming but its gone before you can be sure. She slowly open the package, careful not to tear a single piece of the paper. Then she folds it and puts in her pocket before taking the lid off the box. She places her hand on the gold hilt and lifts the dagger out of the box, allowing the fleeting sunlight to bounce off the silver blade. You take the box from her hands and she uses her free fingers to glide across the engraved stars. “Wow.” “I take that as a positive?” You ask. Her eyes glance up at you and then the sky. “Yes. I’ve never been given a gift of such…perfection.” You nod, thinking about how well you did. “Good. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdayjournal>> You hand the rectangular package to Margaret and her eyes widen. “A gift?” “It’s your birthday.” She looks up at you and you think you see a tear brimming but its gone before you can be sure. She slowly open the package, careful not to tear a single piece of the paper. Then she folds it and puts in her pocket before taking the lid off the box. She lifts the journal from the box and you take the box from her. Her fingers trace the phases of the moon and she smiles before opening the journal to take a peek at the page. “Excellent quality.” “I thought you might need a place to write down all those thoughts you keep to yourself,” you say. She chuckles. “And leave all my secrets in a place ripe for theft? Hmm. No, I’ll use this for something else though. It’s beautiful, thank you, $mcname.” “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdaywine>>You hand the wine to Margaret and her eyes widen. “A gift?” “It’s your birthday.” She looks up at you and you think you see a tear brimming but its gone before you can be sure. She slowly unwraps the bottle, careful not to tear a single piece of the paper. Impressive since it’s difficult to wrap a shape like this. Then she folds the paper and puts in her pocket. She reads the label. “Wow, a vintage. And red, too. It’s perfect. Thank you, $mcname.” “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdayarrows>>You hand the rectangular box to Margaret and her eyes widen. “A gift?” “It’s your birthday.” She looks up at you and you think you see a tear brimming but its gone before you can be sure. She slowly unwraps the box, careful not to tear a single piece of the paper. Then she folds the paper and puts in her pocket before handing you the box. She runs her fingers along the arrows, testing them, just as you had in the store. “These are beautifully crafted. And sharp. I’m sure they’ll come in handy. Thank you, $mcname.” “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdaytheatre>>You take the tickets out of your pocket and hand them to Margaret. She reads them before smiling at you. “Front row seats, huh? Thank you, I look forward to seeing a show soon.”<</if>><<if $mbdaypendant>>You hand her the little wrapped box and she carefully unwraps it, avoiding any tears. She lifts the pendant out of the box, letting the fading light hit it. “A protection pendant. I pray often to Eurybia but now I know Gaia will watch over me, too.” She tucks it into her pocket. “Thank you, $mcname. This is very thoughtful.” “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdayperfume>>You hand her the awkwardly wrapped bottle of perfume. “A gift?” “It’s your birthday.” She looks up at you and you think you see a tear brimming but its gone before you can be sure. She slowly unwraps the bottle, careful not to tear a single piece of the paper. Impressive since it’s difficult to wrap a shape like this. Then she folds the paper and puts in her pocket. She opens the bottle and brings it up to her nose. Her eyes close as she inhales it. “What if that was poison?” You tease. She laughs. “Where you get this from?” “I made it.” “Wow. Thank you, $mcname. I’ll wear it everyday. It smells lovely.” “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdaycake>>”One second,” you tell her before running over to the bench to grab the cake you had placed down. “Close your eyes,” you shout over. She sighs. “I don’t like surprises.” “Trust me. Just this one,” you respond. “Fine.” You look over and confirm her eyes are closed. You walk over and hold the cake out. “Open.” She opens her eyes and gasps. “You baked this, didn’t you?” You nod. “It’s red on the inside.” She giggles. “Wow. Can I have a taste?” “Definitely,” you hand her a fork. She uses it to scoop up a piece and takes a bite. Her eyes close and she lets out a small moan. “Satisfactory.” “What? That’s a horrible compliment.” She laughs and opens her eyes for another bite. “Fine, it’s delicious! Thank you, $mcname.” “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>><<if $mbdaypoison>>You hand her the bottle of poison and she holds it up to the light. “You made this?” You nod. “Yes, from the garden.” “It should prove useful. Very much so…thank you, $mcname. This is hard to get in a flash and now I’ll have some on hand. “Of course. Have you had a good time then?”<</if>> She smiles at you, a smile you’ve never seen before. “I have. Thank you for this party. It was entirely unexpected. I’ve always wondered what a birthday party was like. And now I know.” “You haven’t had one before?” “No,” she replies, turning toward the setting sun and starting to walk slowly. You walk alongside her. “I’ve always spent my birthdays alone. It’s a bit odd to be here tonight. But I’m grateful to you.” “I see,” you say, thinking about the fact that there’s still a lot you don’t know about Margaret. “We’ll, I’m glad it’s been positive overall. Everyone deserves to be surrounded by friends on their birthday.” She chuckles and comes to a stop. “Friends? Interesting.” “Are we not?” You ask laughing. She shrugs. “The fact that you did this for me…we’re friends. I’m just not used to that term. I usually have acquaintances.” * [["Well, I’m honored to be your friend then."][$mfriend +=4]] * [["Maybe we can be more than friends."][$mflirt +=4]] * [["I don’t care about being your friend. But I do think you’re useful."]]

“Next time? Sure.” “Good,” Margaret replies. “You’re the first real competition I’ve had in a while and it was enjoyable.” “Well,” you say looking around, “I’m not going anywhere.” She grins before turning to the rest of the guests who have gathered. “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

“I don’t know if I want to lose again.” She laughs softly. “How about next time we just practice? I could teach you a few tricks.” You raise a brow. “You’d bestow your knowledge on me? Hmm. That sounds suspicious.” Margaret smiles at you, something softer than usual lingers behind her gaze. “I find your presence tolerable. Acceptable even.” You shake your head amused. “Acceptable? Such a compliment, my lady.” “It is,” she says seriously before turning to the other guests and asking, “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

“We’ll see if we have time with everything going on.” She nods. “Sure, sure. That doesn’t sound like someone whose scared to lose again.” You scoff but your lips twitch. “I’ll chalk that comment up to your suspicious nature and excuse it on account of you birthday.” She shakes her head. “Spoken like a true royal.” Margaret turns to the other guest and asks, “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

You let out a sigh to sell your loss as you turn to Margaret and attempt a smile that looks forced. “We’ll have to have rematch sometime.” She smirks. “Yes, we will.” <<if $weaponry>>She moves closer so make sure no one else can here. “After all, you’re skilled enough to beat me, aren’t you?”<<else>>She moves closer so make sure no one else can here. “You let me when didn’t you?”<</if>> “I did well but couldn’t get that last one.” Margaret rolls her eyes. “You’re so soft, it’s annoying.” She gives you a playful smile. * [["Admit it. You like it."][$mflirt +=4]] ❤️ * [["Soft? I don’t know what you mean."][$mfriend +=4]] * [["Enough chat. The party’s just getting started."]]

“Admit it. You like it.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so, darling?” You nod, heart pounding in your chest as her smile grows. She bites her lip for a moment. “You won’t let me win next time. Understand?” Your lips twitch. “You’re a bit demanding for a subject of the Crown.” “It’s my birthday. I can be demanding. You’ve already proven that you care about how my day goes.” There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she challenges you. “Fine, I’ll let you off the hook,” you tease. “As if you had a choice,” she chuckles to herself before getting the attention of the other guests. “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

“Enough chat. The party’s just getting started.” Margaret sighs. “You’re the avoidance type, huh?” The she turns to the guests. “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

“Soft? I don’t know what you mean.” She shakes her head. “You have a good heart, Harbinger. Don’t lose it.” Then she grabs the attention of the rest of the party. “Who’s next?” James pushes Constantine forward. The Knight groans. “Me, I suppose.” * [[An hour or so of contests pass.|mbdaycake]]

“Well, I’m honored to be your friend then.” “Stop saying things like that,” she says with a breathy laugh. “Being a friend means helping you feel things.” “Ew.” She shivers at the thought. “Can I take back us being friends?” Your lips twitch. “Not a chance.” “Fine, I’ll allow it.” You roll your eyes. “Come on, let’s get back to the party.” * [[The party continue for a few more hours before it comes to an end.|mbdaypartyend]]

You take a deep breath. “Maybe we can be more than friends.” Margaret freezes for a moment. Then she glances over at you, her eyes barely graze you but it sets your heart aflame. “Maybe.” It’s soft. Quiet. Unsure. But it’s real. You nod, recognizing that its not a no. You want to smile but restrain yourself. “Come on, let’s get back to the party.” You think about possibilities far into the night. * [[The party continue for a few more hours before it comes to an end.|mbdaypartyend]]

“I don’t care about being your friend. But I do think you’re useful.” Margaret shakes her head. “Fair enough. I //am// quite useful.” You nod and gesture to the ballroom doors. “Come on, let’s get back to the party.” * [[The party continue for a few more hours before it comes to an end.|mbdaypartyend]]

This is the end of chapter 2! Thank you for taking the time to playthrough it. Please use the beta test discord channels to leave feedbac, or the Patreon only channels. Actual errors and just your thoughts in general are appreciated. I know that you couldn't fully play the chapter as a bit of it is incomplete, apologies for that. I'm still finishing up the branching! Thank you again! -Vi

The next evening, you're summoned to your mother's office. It's late and you don't know what she wants. * [[But you dress and head into the cold castle hallway.|ch2end]]

You stare at your mother for a moment. You were wondering when this topic would be spoken into existence. The silence on the matter was like a blanket across the castle. Hushed whispers quieted when you stepped into a room. Servants avoided your eyes as if looking into your gaze was the reason for their own assassination. The air had been tense and tight, and it clung to the hair on your body as if it only wanted to grasp your throat, squeeze, and make you feel. Feel what? Mortality? Morbidity? Maleficent? Soon. You tear your gaze away from the Queen and continue on your way. [[There are things to be done.|ch2petintroductions]]

You were wondering when this topic would be spoken into existence. The silence on the matter was like a blanket across the castle. Hushed whispers quieted when you stepped into a room. Servants avoided your eyes as if looking into your gaze was the reason for their own assassination. The air had been tense and tight, and it clung to the hair on your body as if it only wanted to grasp your throat, squeeze, and make you feel. Feel what? Mortality? Morbidity? Maleficent? Soon. But not now. You stand up straighter and look her in the eye. “I won’t speak at his funeral.” Your mother moves closer and narrows her eyes. “And why not? You are the future leader. The person taking his place. Our people need to be reassured by you.” “You want me to exploit his death for recognition?” Vivian rolls her eyes. “What a negative thought. Do you truly believe me so calculating?” * [[Yes.|ch2funeraltalkvivianyes]] * [[No.|ch2funeraltalkvivianno]]

<<set $metking to true>>Hurried footsteps pull you back to the present. You watch, unmoving, as the candlelight illuminates the faces of two shadows… Your twin brother James, and another man that you don't recognize. Both men come to a stop in front of you. Your $mceyecolor eyes meet your brother's $mceyecolor eyes. If not for your eyes and $mchaircolor hair, most people wouldn’t believe that you’re twins. James offers you a smile, but it doesn’t hide the sadness in the depths. You weren’t the only one who left home at sixteen. While you were sent away to safety, James was sent to war. This is the first time you’ve seen your brother since you left home, although you kept in touch with letters. You begged your parents to send you to fight, but they refused and sent you away to train at a compound in the mountains. How did you feel about getting sent away while your brother went to war? * [[Guilty - I hated that my brother was in danger and I was safe.|GuiltyAboutJames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[Relieved - I never actually wanted to fight, but I felt it was my duty.|RelievedAboutJames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[Angry - I was angry because I felt like I wasn’t good enough to fight alongside James.|AngryAboutJames][$jamestrust -2]] * [[Indifferent - I didn’t feel particularly strong toward any emotion.|IndifferentAboutJames]]

He blows out a breath before looking away. Footsteps breakthrough the quiet and James comes around the corner with Felix, Margaret, and $Frederick. [[It’s time to head to your charity.|ch2_charity_start]]

He blows out a breath before joining you in leaning against the wall. Your rapid pulse pounds in your head, drowning out the quiet that has wrapped itself around the two of you. You swallow, trying to calm yourself. Your rapid pulse pounds in your head, drowning out the quiet that has wrapped itself around the two of you. You swallow, trying to calm yourself. “Duty and desire rarely result in anything other than destruction,” he whispers. Your brows furrow and you turn to him, the side of your body pressed against the wall. He mimics you, turning to look into your eyes. “But something about you makes me want to embrace the chaos.” <<if $cjdartsch2>>* [["Then do it," you reply, before moving closer to kiss him.|ch2_kiss_c][$ch2trytokissc to true]]<</if>> * [["Then do it," you reply, smiling softly. “Run towards the chaos, not away from it.”|ch2_embrace_chaos]] * [[Laugh and turn away. "You are quite the tortured soul, Constantine."|ch2_c_laugh][$cflirt -=4]]

“Then do it,” you reply, before moving closer to kiss him. He doesn’t move except for the slight parting of his lips as you close the distance. “Don’t…” “Don’t what?” You whisper, pausing your movement. His eyes flick from your lips to your eyes, a pleading look. “Don’t do something we can’t take back.” You reach up, placing your hand on his cheek. “It’s just a kiss, Constantine.” He sucks in a breath and shakes his head. “It’s not just a kiss, $mcname.” He gently removes your hand from his cheek, placing a kiss on your palm, before pushing away from the wall. Away from you. Stunned, you turn to him, watching the distance grow. Footsteps breakthrough the quiet and James comes around the corner with Felix, Margaret, and $Frederick. [[It’s time to head to your charity, so you try to focus.|ch2_charity_start]]

“Then do it,” you reply, smiling softly. “Run towards the chaos, not away from it.” He smiles back. “What if it consumes me?” “Then it consumes you.” He shakes his head, giving you a look of faux disappointment. “That’s exactly the recklessness I expect from a Verissimo twin.” You laugh. “Some things are worth being reckless for.” Constantine doesn’t reply for a moment, just stares at you with a thoughtful look. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” “So, does that mean you’ll run toward the chaos?” He suppresses a smile and pushes away from the wall. “That remains to be seen.” Footsteps breakthrough and James comes around the corner with Felix, Margaret, and $Frederick. [[It’s time to head to your charity, so you try to focus.|ch2_charity_start]]

Laugh and turn away. “You are quite the tortured soul, Constantine.” He chuckles softly. “Everyone is tortured by something.” “You might be right,” you reply. He sighs after a moment. “What do you think happens if we do embrace chaos?” You give him an amused look. “Aren’t you supposed to be the older, wiser one?” He shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure that’s a myth. But you? You’re the Harbinger. Surely you have all the answers.” He grins at you. “Answers? I’ve got questions. Plenty of them. Not doing so good with the answers.” He turns away, pressing his back against the wall. “We’ll figure it out.” “Figure what out?” You watch his face but the expression is blank. “Everything.” Footsteps breakthrough and James comes around the corner with Felix, Margaret, and $Frederick. [[It’s time to head to your charity, so you try to focus.|ch2_charity_start]]

[[Incomplete - skip to Margaret's Birthday|mbdaystarts]

Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. $Frederick grabs $fhis brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite $fhis angry shake. $fHe appears to be having an internal dialogue. You… * [[step between them, forcing them to back away from each other.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]] <<if $touchaverse is false>>* <<link "put a firm a hand on $Frederick's shoulder." "prologuefshould">><</link>> * [[push your way in between them.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is true>>* <<link "raise your voice to get $Frederick's attention." "prologuefshould">><</link>> * [[step between them, forcing them to back away from each other.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>>

You meet the woman’s brown gaze. “The price of war is much more than the lives of those we’ve lost. The world is run by money. Without the heightened taxes, we wouldn’t have been able to survive this war. And now, we need money to secure Castelon against further attacks.” The woman’s eyes widen and her body goes rigid. “Further attacks?” You swallow the lump in your throat and hold her gaze. “Yes. Attacks like the one the late King was subjected to. I will not rest until I’m sure this kingdom is safe from those who would strike down our people for our progressive way of living. Therefore, I vow that I will look into the current taxation, but I make no promises until I’m sure we are on the right path.” You watch as a shiver runs down her spine. “I understand, Harbinger. In the meantime, how will support families like mine who are struggling?” Your eyes sweep over to the other petitioners in line, dozens of eyes watching you carefully. Waiting to see if your answer is acceptable. You move your gaze back to hers. “There are many ways to Crown is ensuring the funds help Casteonlians. Just a few weeks ago I allocated extra war funds to <<if $ch1fundstopoor is true>>to the merchant’s guild so that they could distribute food and essential items among families like yours. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the markets and harbor?” Her eyes widen. “Oh, yes. I have noticed that.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstosoldiers is true>>to the families of soldiers who were sacrificed for the safety of us all. I’m sure you know of some families who have received these funds?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I do.”<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries is true>>to the libraries and schools across the kingdom so they can provide warm meals, shelter, and refuge to struggling families. I’m sure you’ve seen these institutions providing such service?” She bites her lip before nodding. “Yes, Your Highness. I have.”<</if>> You nod. “I acknowledge that that measure is just the beginning and not wholly sufficient. But I assure you that the Crown is working to find new ways to support Castelonians. We appreciate your patience and understanding as we do so.” "Alright, Your Highness. I look forward to seeing your plans. Thank you for hearing my plea, today." [[The woman curtsies before leaving the throne room.|ch2holdingcourt2ndpetition]]

You wanted to be alone to your thoughts. Where better to do that then at the tavern in the middle of the day? A lot has happened over the last month and spending some time in reflection while sorting through your own feelings isn’t a bad idea. Alone time is hard to come by these days. And that’s only going to get worse as you continue down this path. After walking for a bit, your eyes land on the sign hanging outside of a brick building. The crow on the sign tells you that you’re almost there. A minute later, you swing open the door and step inside. At the counter, you order… * [[…water.|ch2tavernalonewater]] * [[…ale.|ch2tavernaloneale]]

Today seemed like as good a day as any for drowning your sorrows in a drink. Where better to do that then at the tavern in the middle of the day? A lot has happened over the last month and spending some time drinking might help you de-stress. Alone time is hard to come by these days. And that’s only going to get worse as you continue down this path. After walking for a bit, your eyes land on the sign hanging outside of a brick building. The crow on the sign tells you that you’re almost there. A minute later, you swing open the door and step inside. At the counter, you order… * [[…water.|ch2tavernalonewater]] * [[…ale.|ch2tavernaloneale]]

It’s not like you’re really alone. You glance over your shoulder at the protection details, two Knights who are giving you space but never letting you stray too far. A lot has happened over the last month and spending some time alone-ish was appealing. Alone time is hard to come by these days. And that’s only going to get worse as you continue down this path. After walking for a bit, your eyes land on the sign hanging outside of a brick building. The crow on the sign tells you that you’re almost there. A minute later, you swing open the door and step inside. At the counter, you order… * [[…water.|ch2tavernalonewater]] * [[…ale.|ch2tavernaloneale]]

You sit down at a table in the corner of the mostly empty tavern with your water. You survey the tavern, finding that it’s pretty quiet, except for a small group of two women and a man who are playing darts. The man keeps missing the dartboard completely and the women are taking the piss. He’s blushing so hard you imagine he must also be sweating. The chair in front of you screeches against the floor and you turn your eyes to the intruder. Pink eyes and soft lips smile at you. <<if $meteroschild is true>> “I told you we would meet again,” they say. * [[You’re not happy to see them again.|ch2taverneroschild_1a]] * [[You feel flustered and look away.|ch2taverneroschild_1b]] * [[You look around for your guards.|ch2taverneroschild_1c]]<</if>><<if $meteroschild is false>>”I was hoping to meet you earlier, but now is a good time.” * [[“Who the fuck are you?”|ch2taverneroschild_2a]] * [[You’re creeped out and look around for your guards.|ch2taverneroschild_2b]] * [[Raise a brow. "You have me at a disadvantage, you are….?"|ch2tavernmeeteroschild_3d]]<</if>>

You sit down at a table in the corner of the mostly empty tavern with your ale. You survey the tavern, finding that it’s pretty quiet, except for a small group of two women and a man who are playing darts. The man keeps missing the dartboard completely and the women are taking the piss. He’s blushing so hard you imagine he must also be sweating. The chair in front of you screeches against the floor and you turn your eyes to the intruder. Pink eyes and soft lips smile at you. <<if $meteroschild is true>> “I told you we would meet again,” they say. * [[You’re not happy to see them again.|ch2taverneroschild_1a]] * [[You feel flustered and look away.|ch2taverneroschild_1b]] * [[You look around for your guards.|ch2taverneroschild_1c]]<</if>><<if $meteroschild is false>>”I was hoping to meet you earlier, but now is a good time.” * [[“Who the fuck are you?”|ch2taverneroschild_2a]] * [[You’re creeped out and look around for your guards.|ch2taverneroschild_2b]] * [[Raise a brow. "You have me at a disadvantage, you are….?"|ch2tavernmeeteroschild_3d]]<</if>>

* <<if $titusalone is true>>[[It's time for something else.|You're finished shopping.]]<</if>> <<if $titusjames is true>>[[You and James leave the emporium.|ch2titusfinish_j]]<</if>> <<if $titusc is true>>[[You and Constantine leave the emporium.|ch2titusfinish_c]]<</if>> <<if $titusfelix is true>>[[You and Felix leave the emporium.|ch2titusfinish_felix]]<</if>> <<if $titusf is true>><<link "You and $Frederick leave the emporium." "ch2titusfinish_f">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $titusm is true>>[[You and Margaret leave the emporium.|ch2titusfinish_m]]<</if>>

There’s still a tension in the air as you and Anna rejoin $Frederick and Felix, but the uneasiness has lessened from the initial reunion. Anna breaks the silence by asking $Frederick about a book she read recently. You’re not interested so you take a sip of your drink and look at Felix. Felix turns to you. “Might I say, you look incredible tonight?” You take a good look at Felix. He’s three years older than you if you remember correctly. He runs a hand through his ebony hair as his hazel eyes wait for a response. It’s clear he hasn’t shaved in a week or so, but it suits him. Grateful for a distraction from $Frederick, you offer Felix a smile, and… * [[...redirect the conversation to ask if they are enjoying the party.|askifenjoyingpartyexlove]] * [[...compliment him. ❤️|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption1exlove][$felixflirt +=2]] * [[...get flustered by his attention. ❤️|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption2exlove][$felixflirt +=2]]

“I never received your letters,” you tell $Frederick. $fHe searches your face, “Not even one?” $fHis voice is small. You shake your head. $fHis face transforms into a look of horror and guilt. “I’m so…I’m //so// sorry, $mcname. I-I thought - “ Felix wraps an arm around $Frederick’s shoulder and pulls $fhim close. “Take a breath,” he tells $fhim. <ul> <li><<link "You’re glad $Frederick is hurting. $fHe deserves it." "ch1afternoletters_b">><</link>></li> <li><<link "It hurts you to see this. You still care about $Frederick in some way." "ch1afternoletters_a">><</link>></li> <li>[[You’re not really sure how you feel right now.|ch1afternoletters_c]]</li> </ul>

You’re not really sure how you feel right now. Anna clears her throat. “Perhaps we should come back in a bit? Let things…settle.” You nod and quiet goodbyes are said. Questions and answers can wait. Right now, you need to mend the wound that’s re-opened. * [[An hour of meaningless conversations with stuffy nobles passes and you find yourself in front of the two siblings again.|ch1afternoletters]]

You’re glad $Frederick is hurting. <<if $fexlove is true>>$fHe deserves to hurt the way that you hurt after waking up to find $fhim gone.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>$fHe deserves to hurt the that you hurt after waking up to find your best friend had abandoned you.<</if>> Anna clears her throat. “Perhaps we should come back in a bit? Let things…settle.” You nod and quiet goodbyes are said. Questions and answers can wait. Right now, you need to mend the wound that’s re-opened. * [[An hour of meaningless conversations with stuffy nobles passes and you find yourself in front of the two siblings again.|ch1afternoletters]]

It hurts you to see this. You still care about $Frederick in some way. Anna clears her throat. “Perhaps we should come back in a bit? Let things…settle.” You nod and quiet goodbyes are said. Questions and answers can wait. Right now, you need to mend the wound that’s re-opened. * [[An hour of meaningless conversations with stuffy nobles passes and you find yourself in front of the two siblings again.|ch1afternoletters]]

You’re glad $Frederick is hurting. <<if $fexlove is true>>$fHe deserves to hurt the way that you hurt after waking up to find $fhim gone.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>$fHe deserves to hurt the that you hurt after waking up to find your best friend had abandoned you.<</if>> Anna clears her throat. “Perhaps we should come back in a bit? Let things…settle.” You nod and quiet goodbyes are said. Questions and answers can wait. Right now, you need to mend the wound that’s re-opened. [[An hour of meaningless conversations with stuffy nobles passes and you find yourself in front of the two siblings again.|ch1afternolettersbff]]

There’s still a tension in the air as you and Anna rejoin $Frederick and Felix, but the uneasiness has lessened from the initial reunion. Anna breaks the silence by asking $Frederick about a book she read recently. You’re not interested so you take a sip of your drink and look at Felix. Felix clears his throat drawing your gaze to his face. His eyes turn to drink you in. “Might I say, you look incredible tonight?” You take a good look at Felix. He’s three years older than you if you remember correctly. It’s clear he hasn’t shaved in a week or so, but it suits him. Grateful for a distraction from $Frederick, you offer Felix a smile, and… * [[...redirect the conversation to ask if they are enjoying the party.|askifenjoyingpartybff]] * [[...compliment him. ❤️|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption1exbff][$felixflirt +=2]] * [[...get flustered by his attention. ❤️|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption2exbff][$felixflirt +=2]]

“I never received your letters,” you tell $Frederick. $fHe searches your face, “Not even one?” $fHis voice is small. You shake your head. $fHis face transforms into a look of horror and guilt. “I’m so…I’m //so// sorry, $mcname. I-I thought - “ Felix wraps an arm around $Frederick’s shoulder and pulls $fhim close. “Take a breath,” he tells $fhim. <ul> <li><<link "You’re glad $Frederick is hurting. $fHe deserves it." "ch1afternolettersbff_b">><</link>> </li> <li><<link "It hurts you to see this. You still care about $Frederick in some way." "ch1afternolettersbff_a">><</link>> </li> <li>[[You’re not really sure how you feel right now.|ch1afternolettersbff_c]]</li> </ul>

You shake your head amused and laugh as you follow her in. She flashes you a smile as the two of you step up to the counter to order. * [[You order water.|ch2mtavern_water]] * [[You order ale.|ch2mtavern_ale]]

“I suppose I know a few things when it comes to royalty.” “You do?” She pauses and gives you a once over. “And here I thought you were from a backwater or something of the sort.” Your lips twitch as the two of step up to the counter to order. * [[You order water.|ch2mtavern_water]] * [[You order ale.|ch2mtavern_ale]]

“I can propose and make you a princess tomorrow?” She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, darling,” Margaret says as the two of you step up to the counter to order. * [[You order water.|ch2mtavern_water]] * [[You order ale.|ch2mtavern_ale]]

You order water, Margaret does as well. Drinks in hand, the two of you take a seat at a table in the corner with a view of the whole establishment. Settled in your seats, Margaret takes a sip of her water. She quickly sets the mug down, a look of disgust etched on her features. You take a cautious glance into your own mug. * [[Take a tentative sip.|ch2tavernm_sip1]] * [[Laugh at her reaction. "Should I be scared?"|ch2tavernm_laugh1][$mfriend +=2]] * [["I’m sorry that I couldn’t find a better place for our date," you tell her.|ch2tavernm_date1][$mflirt +=2]]

You order Ale and Margaret orders water. Drinks in hand, the two of you take a seat at a table in the corner with a view of the whole establishment. Settled in your seats, Margaret takes a sip of her water. She quickly sets the mug down, a look of disgust etched on her features. You take a cautious glance into your own mug. * [[Take a tentative sip.|ch2tavernm_sip1]] * [[Laugh at her reaction. "Should I be scared?"|ch2tavernm_laugh1][$mfriend +=2]] * [["I’m sorry that I couldn’t find a better place for our date," you tell her.|ch2tavernm_date1][$mflirt +=2]]

Seeing Margaret’s reaction, you take a hesitant sip from your mug. You swallow regretfully. “Might be the worst drink I’ve ever had.” She laughs. “Spoken like a royal. It’s bad but not that bad. You should see what they serve in Arandale,” she shivers at the thought. You raise a brow. “What’s it like there?” Margaret rummages in her pocket for something as small frown forms on her lips. “It’s not something that can be comprehended through imagination. One must see if for themself to understand.” Her brown eyes momentarily flash with a haunted look. “It’s a place where hope has never been.” She breaks her gaze away from the table and pulls out a deck of cards. “That’s…ominous.” She shuffles the cards in her hand. “We need more allies if we’re to ever free the Arandese from their chains.” You raise a brow. “And you think that’s possible?” She places the deck down and puts a few cards in front of you. “I don’t know. The war changed very little. It showed them we can hold our own. Is that useful? To a degree. But floating doesn’t change anything. Swimming does.” You nod in acknowledgment, mulling over Margaret’s words. It true that Castelon cannot make a difference in Arandale. Not now, not alone. The allies we have are small countries, too. It would take much, much more to dismantle their kingdom. “Ready to lose?” Margaret’s words draw your attention. “We’ll see,” you reply. * [[An hour later, the two of you have finished with the cards and are on the way back to the stables.|ch2tavernm_stables]]

You laugh at her reaction and ask, “Should I be scared?” You peer down into your mug before taking a sip and swallowing regretfully. “Might be the worst drink I’ve ever had.” She laughs. “Spoken like a royal. It’s bad but not that bad. You should see what they serve in Arandale,” she shivers at the thought. You raise a brow. “What’s it like there?” Margaret rummages in her pocket for something as small frown forms on her lips. “It’s not something that can be comprehended through imagination. One must see if for themself to understand.” Her brown eyes momentarily flash with a haunted look. “It’s a place where hope has never been.” She breaks her gaze away from the table and pulls out a deck of cards. “That’s…ominous.” She shuffles the cards in her hand. “We need more allies if we’re to ever free the Arandese from their chains.” You raise a brow. “And you think that’s possible?” She places the deck down and puts a few cards in front of you. “I don’t know. The war changed very little. It showed them we can hold our own. Is that useful? To a degree. But floating doesn’t change anything. Swimming does.” You nod in acknowledgment, mulling over Margaret’s words. It true that Castelon cannot make a difference in Arandale. Not now, not alone. The allies we have are small countries, too. It would take much, much more to dismantle their kingdom. “Ready to lose?” Margaret’s words draw your attention. “We’ll see,” you reply. [[An hour later, the two of you have finished with the cards and are on the way back to the stables.|ch2tavernm_stables]]

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t find a better place for our date,” you tell her. She laughs so hard you almost feel offended. But then she says, “A date? I require a more...,” she looks around, “upscale location.” You nod and raise a brow. “So, you’d consider a date, then?” She rolls her eyes. “We barely know each other.” * [[”A date could solve that.”|chmtavern_date2a][$mflirt +=2]] * [[”Alright. I’ll ask again later.”|chmtavern_date2b][$mflirt +=2]] * [[”It’s going to be difficult to win your heart, huh?”|chmtavern_date2c][$mflirt +2]]

“A date could solve that,” you reply. “No,” Margaret says with a sigh. “A date must be earned.” You nod. “And what is the criteria for earning a date with you?” She rummages in her pocket for something while giving you an amused look. “That’s for you to figure out.” You laugh and shake your head. “Does it ever get tiring being a mystery?” She raises a brow as she pulls a deck of cards from her pocket. “Everyone and everything is a mystery until you know better.” “Sure, but why work so hard to keep others at a distance?” Margaret begins placing cards on the table. “Perhaps a better question is why don’t people work harder to show how much they care? If you think someone is worth it, you’ll do everything you can to ensure they know just how important they are to you.” She pushes some cards your way. “Now, if you want something easy, Your Highness, prepare to lose.” * [[An hour later, the two of you are on the way back to the stables.|ch2tavernm_stables]]

“Alright. I’ll ask again later.” She snorts as she rummages in her pocket for something. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?” “You speak like that’s a bad thing.” You raise a brow. She glances at you as she places a deck of cards on the table. “Did I?” “Did you ‘what’?” “Speak as if that’s a bad thing. Are you sure or was that an assumption?” You furrow your brows. “I suppose it was an assumption. One can never know what another means. We must always assume and hope it’s right.” “Yes, exactly.” She replies. “But assumptions are dangerous.” Margaret places some cards in front of you. “Assuming people’s intentions…their meanings…their feelings. There are consequences for being wrong. Some are fatal.” “Well, this took a turn,” you muse. “Should I assume you don’t want me to ask you on a date in the future?” Margaret grins brilliantly as she finishes shuffling a deck. “Ask me again later.” You pick up your cards. [[An hour later, the two of you have finished with the cards and are on the way back to the stables.|ch2tavernm_stables]]

“It’s going to be difficult to win your heart, huh?” Margaret raises a brow. “Win it? It’s not a prize, darling.” “Oh, but //you// are.” She tilts her head. Then she sighs, “You flirt too much.” “So it does affect you? I knew it,” you can’t help the smug smile as you look at her across the table. “You know nothing,” she replies, looking elsewhere. “Well, I’ll fix that and then take you on a date.” “Alright, fine. I won’t argue with the Harbinger. Now, let’s play some cards.” She pulls a pack out of her pocket and places it on the table. * [[An hour later, the two of you are on the way back to the stables.|ch2tavernm_stables]]

Margaret throws a pouty look your way as the two of you walk back to the stables to meet the others. “I can’t believe you won two out of three games.” “All skill,” you insist. She laughs. “Some skill, definitely some luck.” “Spoken like a sore loser,” you tease. “I see the crown is going to your head.” You round the corner and see the stables. “It’s not a crime to be confident.” She snorts as the two of you come to a stop among the others. “Call it what you want, Your Highness.” James raises a brow. “Ready for your charity visit?” [[You nod.|ch2_charity_start]]

You’re not happy to see them again. They laugh to themself. “Try not to look so excited to see me, $mcname.” “What are you doing here?” They take a sip from a mug you hadn’t noticed before. “I’m just here to get a drink.” You narrow your eyes. “So I’m supposed to believe this is a coincidence?” They nod as they out their mug down. “It is,” they respond. “I don’t believe you,” you say flatly. “I’m hurt, $mcname.” You sigh. “What’s your name anyway? You were pretty evasive earlier.” They grin. “It wouldn’t have been fun to give it away so soon. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” “You’re a smart one,” they reply with a smirk before taking another sip. You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their pink eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink.|ch2taverneros]] * [[Say, "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"|tavernvol4a]]

You feel flustered from the attention their giving you and you aren’t sure how to respond so you look away. They laugh softly to themself. “You’re precious.” You eyes snap back to theirs. “Uhm, t-thank you,” you mumble. They take a sip from a mug you hadn’t noticed before. “I thought I’d stop by for a drink but I found you. So much better than I was hoping for.” You swallow as their pink gaze refuses to let you look away. “I don’t think I caught your name earlier…” They grin. “It wouldn’t have been fun to give it away so soon. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” “Voluptas…” You tilt your head and ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” Your eyes widen. “You’re a smart one,” they reply with a smirk before taking another sip. “And cute, too.” You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their pink eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink.|ch2taverneros]] * [[Say, "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"|tavernvol4a]]

You look around for your guards, but don’t see them anywhere. They chuckle. “Looking for your guards? Don’t worry, I thought they could use a nap. They’ll wake up in a hour and won’t remember.” Your eyes snap back to them, “Why the hell did you do that?” They take a sip from a mug you hadn’t noticed before. “You wanted some time alone, didn’t you?” You narrow your eyes. “One problem: you.” Their lips twitch. “I’m not a problem, $mcname.” You scoff. “What’s your name anyway? You were pretty evasive earlier.” They grin. “It wouldn’t have been fun to give it away so soon. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” “You’re a smart one,” they reply with a smirk before taking another sip. You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their pink eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink.|ch2taverneros]] * [[Say, "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"|tavernvol4a]]

They place their elbows on the table and lean forward, face supported by their hands as their sparkling pink eyes look into you. “Who me? I’m not as exciting as you, my dear. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” You raise a brow. “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>>You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their pink eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink.|ch2taverneros]] * [[Say, "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"|tavernvol4a]]

Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink. You down your mug and rise to get another one. You pause and look down at them as you pass the table. “Don’t be here when I get back.” They sigh. “Fine, fine. Enjoy your limited time.” A few minutes later you return to find your table vacated. You sit down and watch the group across the tavern as they continue their game of darts. [[Once you’ve finished your drink, you head back to the stables.|ch2_charity_start]]

You’re creeped out and look around for your guards. “Hey,” they say softly, “I’m not here to cause you any harm.” Your eyes dart back to them. “That’s exactly what someone would say if they want to put me off my guard.” They sigh and take a sip from a mug you never noticed was there. “Your guards are taking a little nap. They’ll wake up in an hour and won’t remember. I just wanted to meet you.” You don’t take your eyes off of them. “Who are you? What do you want?” They place their elbows on the table and lean forward, face supported by their hands as their sparkling pink eyes look into you. “Who me? I’m not as exciting as you, my dear. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” You raise a brow. “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>>You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their pink eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink.|ch2taverneros]] * [[Say, "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"|tavernvol4a]]

Raise a brow. “You have me at a disadvantage, you are….?” They giggle. “So polite, Your Highness. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” You frown. “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>>You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their pink eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to relax and have a drink.|ch2taverneros]] * [[Say, "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"|tavernvol4a]]

You definitely don’t trust Vol, but you do find them attractive. You take another look at them before meeting their startling eyes. Vol smiles softly at you, biting their lip. “Like what you see, $mcname?” Their eyes slowly trail across your body. “Because I do.” * [[You do like what you see and you let them know.|ch2tavernvol_3a]] * [[You do like what you see but you aren’t about to tell them that.|chtavernvol_3b]]

“Mm. And if I do like what I see?” You wait with bated breath for their response. Vol smirks before standing up. “Then we’re in agreeance, dear Harbinger.” Their smirk softens. “I should get going, but be careful out there.” “Is that a threat?” You ask. “Not all all. I have no //ill// intentions toward you.” Vol winks before gracefully walking around the corner of the tavern. You hear the back door shut a second later. * [[You sigh and down the rest of your drink. You’ll have to head back to the stables soon|ch2_charity_start]]

You do like what you see but you aren’t about to tell them that. Vol laughs. “Why so secretive with your feelings MC? I can feel your desire.” Your eyes widen. “What?” They glance at their nails, a small smirk on their face. “Perks of being the god of pleasure.” They stand and push their chair in. “Anyway, I should get going, but be careful out there.” “Is that a threat?” You ask. “Not all all. I have no //ill// intentions toward you.” Vol winks before gracefully walking around the corner of the tavern. You hear the back door shut a second later. [[You sigh and take a final sip of your drink. You’ll need to head out soon yourself.|ch2meeteroschild_2c]]

“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?” You take a sip from your mug. They laugh. “Direct, I like it.” You narrow your eyes. “Deflective, I don’t like it.” Vol sighs. “Listen, Harbinger, I don’t need or want anything from you. I’m simply here to make contact with you for the time being.” You raise a brow. “Sure, not suspicious at all.” “Well, hey, listen,” they rise from their chair as they speak, “contact has been made and I should go. Be careful out there.” “Is that a threat?” You ask. “Not all all. I have no //ill// intentions toward you.” Vol winks before gracefully walking around the corner of the tavern. You hear the back door shut a second later. * [[You sigh and down the rest of your drink. You’ll have to head back to the stables soon|ch2_charity_start]]

The salty scent of the Sea of Sorrows weaves around the two of you as the late spring breeze raises goosebumps on your arms. You ended up visiting the docks because… * [[you wanted to ask the Dockmaster some questions.|docksalone_a]] * [[you wanted to see if your father’s ship is still here.|docksalone_a]] * [[you didn’t really think it through. You just thought it was a good idea.|docksalone_a]]

James is quiet as the two of you head toward the Invictus Docks. He has been since your walk began. The silence isn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but it’s not easy either. The salty scent of the Sea of Sorrows weaves around the two of you as the late spring breeze raises goosebumps on your arms. * [[You don’t care to ask what’s on his mind.|jamesdocks_1a]] * [[Ask if everything’s okay.|jamesdocks_1b]]

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You don’t care what’s on your brother’s mind. Luckily, you’re arriving at the docks so it doesn’t matter anyway. [[You open the door to the dock’s office, heading inside.|jamesdocksenter]]

You clear your throat softly. “Everything alright?” “Hmm? Ah, yes. I was just thinking. About the night I failed out father.” James’ gaze is fixed on the dark sea ahead. * [[“Will you give up this self-depreciating shit? It’s exhausting.”|jamesdocks_2a][$jamestrust -=4]] * [[“I know it’s difficult, but it’s not your fault.”|jamesdocks_2b][$jamestrust +=4]] * [[You don’t have a response so you let the silence settle again.|jamesdocks_2c][$jamestrust -=1]]

“James, I know it’s difficult, but it’s not your fault.” James frowns as he glances over at you. “Thanks for saying that,” his voice breaks. “I mean it,” you reply, offering a small smile. “Besides, father wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for someone else’s actions.” The two of you reach the door to the dock office. James swings the door open and you enter. His whispered words reach your ears, “I blame myself for my own.” [[He enters the office after you.|jamesdocksenter]]

You don’t have a response so you let the silence settle again. How are you meant to respond when you aren’t even sure that you //shouldn’t// be blaming him? A sigh escapes your lips as the two of you reach the door to the dock office. You swing open the door and enter. [[James follows you inside, a look of defeat on his face.|jamesdocksenter]]

“Will you give up this self-depreciating shit? It’s exhausting.” James finally looks at you, a frown on his face. Still, he doesn’t speak. “What?” You ask, the irritation in your voice causing him to flinch. “Nothing,” he mumbles pushing his feet forward to reach the door of the dock’s office. [[James wordlessly enters the office and you follow.|jamesdocksenter]]

The two Knights who’ve been following along step inside behind you and James. They situate themselves in the corner of the office and take a look around. James’ takes his own sweep of the room, recognition seeping into his gaze. A woman wide eyes and large glasses stares at you for a moment before taking a deep breath and standing. She curtsies. “Your Highnesses, welcome. How may the Dockmaster’s Office assist you today?” * [[“Thank you. We need access to some records.”|jamesdockenter_a]] * [[Roll your eyes. You’re not in the mood for pleasantries.|jamesdockenter_b]]

“Thank you. We need access to some records.” She nods. “Of course. Anything you need.” “We’d also like to speak to the Dockmaster if he’s here.” “Okay,” she glances over to the side door before moving toward it. “Please follow me.” You and James follow her through the side which leads to another door which she knocks on. A shuffle sounds through the door and then a voice. “Belia? What’s going on?” She opens the door and clears her throat. “You have a visitor. Well, two. Royal ones, sir.” He looks up from his desk, meeting your gaze with his hard one before standing up to quickly bow. “Thank you, Belia,” he replies, glancing over at her. “You may go.” The Dockmaster turns back to you. “Your Highnesses, this is unexpected. Please have a seat.” He gestures to two chairs in front of him. [[You nod and take a seat.|jamesdock_sit]]

You roll you eyes at the woman. You’re really not in the mood for pleasantries right now. “We need access to the records.” Her brows furrow. “Now,” you command. James stares at you in shock. “Y-yes, Your Highness. Please, follow me…” She quickly moves around the counter and to side door. James leans over to you before entering the side room. “That wasn’t necessary, was it?” * [[“Shut up. I’m the one in charge.”|jamesdock_rude1a][$jamestrust -=2]] * [[You sigh. “You’re right. I’m a bit stressed right now.”|jamesdock_rude1b][$jamestrust +=2]]

Once seated, you take a look at the Dockmaster, noting the deep wrinkles on his face and his graying hair. “I need access to some records.” He raises a brow. “Alright…which records?” [[Ask for the ship manifests from five years ago.|jamesdocksshipmanifests]]

“Shut up. I’m the one in charge.” James leans away from you, annoyance in his eyes. “That’s no reason to be an asshole.” You open your mouth to snap back but the woman is already knocking on another door. A shuffle sounds through the door and then a voice. “Belia? What’s going on?” She opens the door and clears her throat. “Uhm, you h-have a visitor sir. R-royal.” He looks up from his desk, meeting your gaze with his hard one before standing up to quickly bow. “Thank you, Belia,” he replies, glancing over at her with a raised brow. “You may go.” The Dockmaster turns back to you. “Your Highnesses, this is unexpected. Please have a seat.” He gestures to two chairs in front of him. [[You nod and take a seat.|jamesdock_sitrude1]]

You sigh. “You’re right. I’m a bit stressed right now.” Your twin’s gaze softens. “Understandable, of course. Just, try to take a deep breath before you lash out, okay?” You nod and follow the woman to the door she’s knocking on. A shuffle sounds through the door and then a voice. “Belia? What’s going on?” She opens the door and clears her throat. “Uhm, you h-have a visitor sir. R-royal.” He looks up from his desk, meeting your gaze with his hard one before standing up to quickly bow. “Thank you, Belia,” he replies, glancing over at her with a raised brow. “You may go.” The Dockmaster turns back to you. “Your Highnesses, this is unexpected. Please have a seat.” He gestures to two chairs in front of him. [[You nod and take a seat.|jamesdock_sitrude1]]

“I’m looking for a manifest from five years ago for a ship that sailed to the Kingdom of Ravenna.” He frowns and chews on his lip, contemplating something. “Is there a problem?” James asks. The Dockmaster looks up from his desk. “There was a fire here two years ago. We lost a large number of records from the last ten years.” He stands from his desk. “But, I pray the Gods will deliver the ones you seek. I’ll be back.” He exists the office, leaving you and your brother alone for a moment. “Convenient, hm?” James nods. “It does seem quite suspicious. Do you think someone was trying to cover their tracks?” “Maybe. We can’t afford to rule out any possibility at this point.” The Dockmaster returns with two sheets of paper, one is partially burnt. He hands you the intact one. You look down at the ship manifest. James leans over to peer at it as well. You drag your finger along the passenger list and come to a stop at two names. //$Frederick Faramund - 16 - Castelonian - PT// //Felix Faramund - 18 - Castelonian - PT// You look up from the manifest. “What does ‘PT’ mean?” “It means the ticket was pre-purchased. Some people buy tickets months in advance or even years,” the Dockmaster informs you. “How can we find out who purchased these particular tickets?” James inquires. The Dockmaster hands you the burnt paper. “Unfortunately, those records from this date were mostly lost. I’m not sure if this will be of any use to you.” You scan the fragile list. Three names purchased two tickets each. Their addresses are present as well. You carefully fold what’s left of the list and stick it in your pocket. “We’ll be taking this,” you say, standing. He nods. “As you require, Your Highness. Is there anything else you need?” “Is the ship that the King sailed in on still here?” [[The man gives you an apologetic look.|jamesdockkingship]]

“I’m afraid not, Your Highness,” the man looks apologetic. “After his…assassination, the Queen had the ship taken elsewhere for further investigation. I’m not sure of the current location.” You didn’t mean the way your brother winced at the word assassination. * [[“It’s alright, you’ve been helpful with these records. Thank you.”|jamesdockking_polite]] * [[You shake your head at the Dockmaster. “You’re quite useless, aren’t you?”|jamesdockking_rude]]

“It’s alright, you’ve been helpful with these records. Thank you.” He bows. “Of course, please visit or send a letter if there’s anything else you require from me.” You nod and exit the room with James by your side. [[The two of you head back to toward the stables.|jamesdockend_1]]

“You’re quite useless, aren’t you?” You shake your head at the man, annoyed. “I mean, you’re the Dockmaster. Shouldn’t you know where the fucking ship is?” His jaw clenches but he doesn’t respond to directly to that comment. He keeps his eyes on his desk. “Is there anything else, Your Highness?” James jumps in before you can. “No, that’s all. Thank you!” You glare at your brother as the two of you leave. He shakes his head at you. [[The two of you head back to toward the stables.|jamesdockend_1b]]

Once the two of you are away from the office, James turns to you. “So, what’re you going to do with that list?” “Find these people and hope one of them has answers..” His eyes widen. “What if it’s a dead end?” You narrow your eyes. “Are you trying to jinx it?” “Of course not,” he rolls his eyes. “I just think it’d be smart not to get your hopes up. Someone tried to cover their tracks. What if those names aren’t the one you need?” You grit your teeth at that thought. Too many questions with no answers. “I have to believe that’s not the case.” James frowns. “Fine, well, if you need help, let me know.” You make a non-committal noise before the two of you fall into silence. You aren’t sure how you’re going to find these people but right now, you just need to get this charity visit over with so you can turn your focus back to finding your father’s killer. [[Finally, you find yourself back at the stables and ready for your trip to the charity.|ch2_charity_start]]

Once the two of you are away from the office, James turns to you. “Are we going to talk about your behavior back there?” You narrow your eyes at him. “My behavior? You want to see more? Keep talking.” His eyes widen and he looks away but then he steels himself. “I don’t remember you being like this…what’s going on?” You’re almost back to the stables but you come to an abrupt stop and glare at your brother. “That’s a dumb question, James. A really fucking stupid question.” He crosses his arms and you watch as his finger dig into his arm. “Don’t let all this go to your head, $mcname. You can’t just walk all over people.” You look at his face. “Has it ever occurred to you that I’ve lost my patience due to all your fucking secrets? Hmm? There’s only so many brick walls I can dodge.” James stares at the sky. “You want to hate me? You want to treat me like shit? Do it. Do it, $mcname. But don’t do it to innocent people. Don’t become a monster before your reign even starts.” He quickly starts walking again, rounding the corner to the stables. You rub a hand on head, fighting the ache. [[Finally, you find yourself back at the stables and ready for your trip to the charity.|ch2_charity_start]]

Once the two of you are away from the office, James turns to you. “Are we going to talk about your behavior back there?” You narrow your eyes at him. “My behavior? You want to see more? Keep talking.” His eyes widen and he looks away but then he steels himself. “You said you were stressed but then you went right back to…whatever this is. I don’t remember you being like this…what’s going on? ” You’re almost back to the stables but you come to an abrupt stop and glare at your brother. “That’s a dumb question, James. A really fucking stupid question.” He crosses his arms and you watch as his finger dig into his arm. “Don’t let all this go to your head, $mcname. You can’t just walk all over people.” You look at his face. “Has it ever occurred to you that I’ve lost my patience due to all your fucking secrets? Hmm? There’s only so many brick walls I can dodge.” James stares at the sky. “You want to hate me? You want to treat me like shit? Do it. Do it, $mcname. But don’t do it to innocent people like the two of them back there. Don’t become a monster before your reign even starts.” He quickly starts walking again, rounding the corner to the stables. You rub a hand on head, fighting the ache. [[Finally, you find yourself back at the stables and ready for your trip to the charity.|ch2_charity_start]]

Your eyes land on the Dockmaster’s office but you stop in your tracks when you see the grinning person leaning against the wall. Their pink eyes look at you with amusement. <<if $meteroschild is true>> “Fancy seeing you here, Harbinger.” For the second time in a few hours, you find that this stranger is waiting for you. * [[You’re not happy to see them again.|alonedocks_1a]] * [[You feel flustered by their attention.|alonedocks_1b]] * [[You look around for your guards.|alonedocks_1c]]<</if>><<if $meteroschild is false>> “I was sure you’d stop by the emporium alone but alas, now is a good time to make myself known.” * [[“Who the fuck are you?”|alonedocks_1d]] * [[You’re creeped out and look around for your gaurds.|alonedocks_1e]] * [[Raise a brow. “You have me at a disavantage…?”|alonedocks_1f]]<</if>>

You’re not happy to see them again. They laugh to themself. “Try not to look so excited to see me, $mcname.” “What are you doing here?” You give them a wary look before looking over to the Sea of Sorrows, watching the crows as they dance in the sky. They stretch. “I’m just here to enjoy the view today. The Sea, of course,” they wink. You narrow your eyes and look back over at them. “So I’m supposed to believe this is a coincidence?” They nod, “It is.” “I don’t believe you,” you say flatly. “I’m hurt, $mcname.” You sigh. “What’s your name anyway? You were pretty evasive earlier.” They grin. “It wouldn’t have been fun to give it away so soon. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” “You’re a smart one,” they reply with a smirk before taking another sip. You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their unnatural eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>> * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|alonedocks_2a]] * [[“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?”|alonedocks_2b]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way.|alonedocks_2c]]

You feel flustered from the attention their giving you and you aren’t sure how to respond so you look away, over to the Sea of Sorrows. They laugh softly to themself. “You’re precious.” You eyes snap back to theirs. “Uhm, t-thank you,” you mumble. They yawn and stretch. “I thought I’d stop by to watch the waves on this lovely day but I found you. So much better than I was hoping for.” You swallow as their pink gaze refuses to let you look away. “I don’t think I caught your name earlier…” They grin. “It wouldn’t have been fun to give it away so soon. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” “Voluptas…” You tilt your head and ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” Your eyes widen. “You’re a smart one,” they reply with a smirk before taking another sip. “And cute, too.” You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their unnatural eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>> * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|alonedocks_2a]] * [[“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?”|alonedocks_2b]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way.|alonedocks_2c]]

You look around for your guards, but don’t see them anywhere. They chuckle. “Looking for your guards? They might have gotten distracted and fell a little behind…they’ll show up soon.” Your eyes snap back to them, “What did you do?” You scoff. “You wanted some time alone, didn’t you?” You narrow your eyes. “One problem: you.” Their lips twitch. “I’m not a problem, $mcname.” You sigh. “What’s your name anyway? You were pretty evasive earlier.” They grin. “It wouldn’t have been fun to give it away so soon. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” “You’re a smart one,” they reply with a smirk. You take a better look at them. They’re slender and their unnatural eyes stand out from their wavy brown hair. <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>> * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|alonedocks_2a]] * [[“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?”|alonedocks_2b]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way.|alonedocks_2c]]

“Who the fuck are you?” You ask with a glare. They point to themself. “Who me? I’m not as exciting as you, my dear. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” You raise a brow. “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>> * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|alonedocks_2a]] * [[“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?”|alonedocks_2b]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way.|alonedocks_2c]]

You’re creeped out and look around for your guards. “Hey,” they say softly, “I’m not here to cause you any harm.” Your eyes dart back to them. “That’s exactly what someone would say if they want to put me off my guard.” They sigh and stretch their arms out. “Your guards took a little detour, but they’ll be here soon. I just wanted to meet you first.” You don’t take your eyes off of them. “Who are you? What do you want?” They point to themself. “Who me? I’m not as exciting as you, my dear. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” You raise a brow. “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>> * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|alonedocks_2a]] * [[“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?”|alonedocks_2b]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way.|alonedocks_2c]]

Raise a brow. “You have me at a disadvantage, you are….?” They giggle. “So polite, Your Highness. My name is Voluptas but I prefer Vol.” You frown. “Voluptas…” You ponder where you’ve heard that before. “You’re the child of Eros?” <<if $atheist is true>>You scoff. “The gods aren’t real. Which means you aren’t really the child of Eros.” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t believe in them.”<</if>><<if $agnostic is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. If they were really a child of a god, they were be a god or demigod themself. You’ve always been unsure about whether the gods existed or not. “Do you have any proof?” Vol giggles. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you aren’t sure what to believe.” They point to their eyes. “Aren’t these proof enough?”<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods is true>>You raise a brow and consider their words. You’ve never cared much about the gods, even now that you apparently need their blessing to ascend the throne. Vol giggles at your reaction. “The gods are intrigued by you. They’re even a little amused that you don’t care.” <</if>> * [[You don’t trust them but you do find them attractive.|alonedocks_2a]] * [[“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?”|alonedocks_2b]] * [[Whatever, you don’t care either way.|alonedocks_2c]]

You definitely don’t trust Vol, but you do find them attractive. You take another look at them before meeting their startling eyes. Vol smiles softly at you, biting their lip. “Like what you see, $mcname?” Their eyes slowly trail across your body. “Because I do.” * [[You do like what you see and you let them know.|alonedocks_2f]] * [[You do like what you see but you aren’t about to tell them that.|alonedocks_2g]]

Whatever, you don’t care either way. You just want to get inside to speak with the Dockmaster. You walk past them and pull the door open. “Don’t be here when I come out,” you tell them quietly. They sigh. “Fine, fine. Enjoy your limited time.” [[You walk up to the counter.|alonedocks_enter]]

“Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?” You take a breath, letting the salty air distract you. They laugh. “Direct, I like it.” You narrow your eyes. “Deflective, I don’t like it.” Vol sighs. “Listen, Harbinger, I don’t need or want anything from you. I’m simply here to make contact with you for the time being.” You raise a brow. “Sure, not suspicious at all.” “Well, hey, listen,” they push away from the wall as they speak, “contact has been made and I should go. Be careful out there.” “Is that a threat?” You ask. “Not all all. I have no //ill// intentions toward you.” Vol winks before gracefully walking around the corner of the building. You wait in silence for a moment before heading inside. [[You walk up to the counter.|alonedocks_enter]]

You walk up to the counter but the door opens behind you so you glance over your shoulder. Your two guards, who had disappeared, step inside and hover in the corner. They give you an apologetic look. You nod before turning back to the counter. A woman wide eyes and large glasses stares at you for a moment before taking a deep breath and standing. She curtsies. “Your Highnesse welcome. How may the Dockmaster’s Office assist you today?” * [[“How do you know who I am?”|alonedock_3a]] * [[“Thank you. I need access to some records.”|alonedock_3b]] * [[Roll your eyes. You’re not in the mood for pleasantries.|alonedock_3c]]

“Mm. And if I do like what I see?” You wait with bated breath for their response. Vol smirks before pushing away from the wall. “Then we’re in agreement, dear Harbinger.” Their smirk softens. “I should get going, but be careful out there.” “Is that a threat?” You ask. “Not all all. I have no //ill// intentions toward you.” Vol winks before gracefully walking around the corner of the building. You wait in silence for a moment before heading inside. [[You walk up to the counter.|alonedocks_enter]]

You do like what you see but you aren’t about to tell them that. Vol laughs. “Why so secretive with your feelings MC? I can feel your desire.” Your eyes widen. “What?” They glance at their nails, a small smirk on their face. “Perks of being the god of pleasure.” They push off from the wall.“Anyway, I should get going, but be careful out there.” “Is that a threat?” You ask. “Not all all. I have no //ill// intentions toward you.” Vol winks before gracefully walking around the corner of the building. You wait in silence for a moment before heading inside. [[You walk up to the counter.|alonedocks_enter]]

“How do you know who I am?” She bows her head. “Well, you have the Elite Guard with you. And you also have you have your father’s $mceyecolor eyes.” “I see…alright. I need access to the records and the Dockmaster, please." She nods. “Of course. Anything you need.” She glances over to the side door before moving toward it. “Please follow me.” You follow her through the side which leads to another door which she knocks on. A shuffle sounds through the door and then a voice. “Belia? What’s going on?” She opens the door and clears her throat. “You have a visitor. A Royal one, sir.” He looks up from his desk, meeting your gaze with his hard one before standing up to quickly bow. “Thank you, Belia,” he replies, glancing over at her. “You may go.” The Dockmaster turns back to you. “Your Highness, this is unexpected. Please have a seat.” He gestures to chair in front of him. [[You take a seat.|alonedock_sit]]

“Thank you. I need access to some records.” She nods. “Of course. Anything you need.” “I’d also like to speak to the Dockmaster if he’s here.” “Okay,” she glances over to the side door before moving toward it. “Please follow me.” You follow her through the side which leads to another door which she knocks on. A shuffle sounds through the door and then a voice. “Belia? What’s going on?” She opens the door and clears her throat. “You have a visitor. A Royal one, sir.” He looks up from his desk, meeting your gaze with his hard one before standing up to quickly bow. “Thank you, Belia,” he replies, glancing over at her. “You may go.” The Dockmaster turns back to you. “Your Highness, this is unexpected. Please have a seat.” He gestures to chair in front of him.

You roll you eyes at the woman. You’re really not in the mood for pleasantries right now. “We need access to the records.” Her brows furrow. “Now,” you command. “Y-yes, Your Highness,” she quickly moves to the side door and you follow, anxious to meet with her boss. She raises a shaky hand to knock on another door. A shuffle sounds through the door and then a voice. “Belia? What’s going on?” She opens the door and takes a deep breath. “Y-you have a visitor. A R-royal one, sir.” “Thank you, Belia,” he replies, glancing over at her with a raised brow. “You may go.” The Dockmaster turns back to you. “Your Highness, this is unexpected. Please have a seat.” He gestures to chair in front of him. [[You take a seat.|alonedock_sit]]

“I’m looking for a manifest from five years ago for a ship that sailed to the Kingdom of Ravenna.” He frowns and chews on his lip, contemplating something. “Problem?” The Dockmaster looks up from his desk. “There was a fire here two years ago. We lost a large number of records from the last ten years.” He stands from his desk. “But, I pray the Gods will deliver the ones you seek. I’ll be back.” He exists the office, leaving you alone for a moment. Convenient, you think to yourself. The Dockmaster returns shortly after with two sheets of paper, one is partially burnt. He hands you the intact one. You look down at the ship manifest and drag your finger along the passenger list, coming to a stop at two names. //$Frederick Faramund - 16 - Castelonian - PT// //Felix Faramund - 18 - Castelonian - PT// You look up from the manifest. “What does ‘PT’ mean?” “It means the ticket was pre-purchased. Some people buy tickets months in advance or even years,” the Dockmaster informs you. “Do you know who purchased these tickets?” You ask. The Dockmaster hands you the burnt paper. “Unfortunately, those records from this date were mostly lost. I’m not sure if this will be of any use to you.” You scan the fragile list. Three names purchased two tickets each. Their addresses are present as well. You carefully fold what’s left of the list and stick it in your pocket. “I’ll be taking this,” you say, standing. He nods. “As you require, Your Highness. Is there anything else you need?” “Is the ship that the King sailed in on still here?” [[The man gives you an apologetic look.|alonedockkingship]]

“I’m afraid not, Your Highness,” the man looks apologetic. “After his…assassination, the Queen had the ship taken elsewhere for further investigation. I’m not sure of the current location.” * [[“It’s alright, you’ve been helpful with these records. Thank you.”|alonedock_leave1a]] * [[You shake your head at the Dockmaster. “You’re quite useless, aren’t you?”|alonedock_leave1b]]

“It’s alright, you’ve been helpful with these records. Thank you.” He bows. “Of course, please visit or send a letter if there’s anything else you require from me.” You nod and exit the building. [[It doesn’t take too long to arrive back at the stables.|ch2_charity_start]]

“You’re quite useless, aren’t you?” You shake your head at the man, annoyed. “I mean, you’re the Dockmaster. Shouldn’t you know where the fucking ship is?” His jaw clenches but he doesn’t respond to directly to that comment. He keeps his eyes on his desk. “Is there anything else, Your Highness?” You glare at him. “No.” You storm out of the building. [[It doesn’t take too long to arrive back at the stables.|ch2_charity_start]]

You and $Frederick order water while Felix orders ale. Felix leads you to a corner table although most of the tavern is quiet anyway. You sit with you back against the wall. Felix and $Frederick sit across from you. After settling down and taking a sip of your drinks, you notice Felix glancing around the tavern with a thoughtful look on his face. “Something on your mind?” You ask. $Frederick answers before Felix can open his mouth. “Felix is probably thinking about how quickly he can drink through their supply.” You notice the slight slump of Felix’s body as he looks at his mug. * [[You laugh. “You’re probably right.”|fftavern_1a][$ffriend +=2]] * [[Shake your head and say softly, “That wasn’t very nice.”|fftavern_1b][$felixfriend +=2]] * <<link "Tell $Frederick that was uncalled for." "fftavern_1c">><</link>> * [[Reach over and squeeze Felix’s hand.|fftavern_1d][$felixflirt +=4]] * [[Make a joke. “Sounds like fun to me.”|fftavern_1e][$ffriend +=2]]

You and Felix order ale while $Frederick orders water. Felix leads you to a corner table although most of the tavern is quiet anyway. You sit with you back against the wall. Felix and $Frederick sit across from you. After settling down and taking a sip of your drinks, you notice Felix glancing around the tavern with a thoughtful look on his face. “Something on your mind?” You ask. $Frederick answers before Felix can open his mouth. “Felix is probably thinking about how quickly he can drink through their supply.” You notice the slight slump of Felix’s body as he looks at his mug. * [[You laugh. “You’re probably right.”|fftavern_1a][$ffriend +=2]] * [[Shake your head and say softly, “That wasn’t very nice.”|fftavern_1b][$felixfriend +=2]] * <<link "Tell $Frederick that was uncalled for." "fftavern_1c">><</link>> * [[Reach over and squeeze Felix’s hand.|fftavern_1d][$felixflirt +=4]] * [[Make a joke. “Sounds like fun to me.”|fftavern_1e][$ffriend +=2]]

[[Incomplete - skip to Margaret's Birthday|mbdaystarts]]

You reach Invictus... ------ Your group comes to a stop at the stables, located at the heart of the capital. Constantine stretches before announcing that he’ll secure space for the horses in the tavern stables. Felix is the first to climb out of the carriage and offers his hand to Margaret. She raises any eyebrow at him as she accepts the assistance. “Someone’s in a gentlemanly mood.” Felix rolls his eyes as he smiles at her. “I’m always a gentleman.” $Frederick snorts as $fhe exits the carriage. “Sure you are.” By the time the carriage is situated, Constantine has returned. “Horses are handled and someone will be here in a moment to take care of them.” Anna pulls out a list from her pocket. “I’ve got some errands to run. Pick up your new clothes from the tailor, drop off some coin at the bakery…” She turns to you. “Are you alright if I take care of this? We can meet back here tonight.” You nod and turn to the others. “I don’t need to head to the charity until later, so we have some time. If you have business to take care of feel free to do so.” “Trying to get rid of us already?” James asks. You shake your head. “No, but I’m going to… (If you visit Titus’ Emporium, you can visit a second place afterward. Otherwise, you can only visit one location. You'll be able to choose who accompanies you each time, separately.) * [[…visit the Docks.]] (No routes ready) * [[…head to Titus’ Emporium for some shopping.]] (All routes complete) * [[…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] (Only 3 routes available) * [[…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]] (No routes ready) <<set $thecaptial to true>>

All is quiet for a while on the way to Invictus... -------- Your group comes to a stop at the stables, located at the heart of the capital. $Frederick is the first to climb out of the carriage, followed by Felix. Margaret climbs out before you and you can see Felix’s outstretch hand. She raises any eyebrow at him as she accepts the assistance. “Someone’s in a gentlemanly mood.” Felix rolls his eyes as he smiles at her. “I’m always a gentleman.” $Frederick snorts. “Sure you are.” You climb out last. <<if $touchaverse>>Every steps out away from the door to give you space. [[You take a look around as the morning air blows against your skin.|reachinvictus1_b]] <</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>>Felix offers his hand to you as well. * [[Wave him away.|reachinvictus1]] * [[Take his hand.|reachinvictus1_a][$felixfriend +=2]]<</if>> <<set $thecaptial to true>>

reachinvictus1_b ------ Constantine appears from inside the stables. “Horses are handled and someone will be here in a moment to take care of them.” Anna pulls out a list from her pocket. “I’ve got some errands to run. Pick up your new clothes from the tailor, drop off some coin at the bakery…” She turns to you. “Are you alright if I take care of this? We can meet back here tonight.” You nod and turn to the others. “I don’t need to head to the charity until later, so we have some time. If you have business to take care of feel free to do so.” “Trying to get rid of us already?” James asks. You shake your head. “No, but I’m going to… (If you visit Titus’ Emporium, you can visit a second place afterward. Otherwise, you can only visit one location. You'll be able to choose who accompanies you each time, separately.) * [[…visit the Docks.]] (No routes ready) * [[…head to Titus’ Emporium for some shopping.]] (All routes complete) * [[…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] (Only 3 routes available) * [[…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]] (No routes ready) <<set $thecaptial to true>>

reachinvictus1 --- You wave Felix away and he chuckles but obliges. You take a look around as the morning air blows against your skin. Constantine appears from inside the stables. “Horses are handled and someone will be here in a moment to take care of them.” Anna pulls out a list from her pocket. “I’ve got some errands to run. Pick up your new clothes from the tailor, drop off some coin at the bakery…” She turns to you. “Are you alright if I take care of this? We can meet back here tonight.” You nod and turn to the others. “I don’t need to head to the charity until later, so we have some time. If you have business to take care of feel free to do so.” “Trying to get rid of us already?” James asks. You shake your head. “No, but I’m going to… (If you visit Titus’ Emporium, you can visit a second place afterward. Otherwise, you can only visit one location. You'll be able to choose who accompanies you each time, separately.) * [[…visit the Docks.]] (No routes ready) * [[…head to Titus’ Emporium for some shopping.]] (All routes complete) * [[…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] (Only 3 routes available) * [[…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]] (No routes ready) <<set $thecaptial to true>>

reachinvictus1 -------- You take his hand and he helps you out of the carriage. “Thank you, Felix.” “Of course. After all, I’m on my best behavior.” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes. Constantine appears from inside the stables. “Horses are handled and someone will be here in a moment to take care of them.” Anna pulls out a list from her pocket. “I’ve got some errands to run. Pick up your new clothes from the tailor, drop off some coin at the bakery…” She turns to you. “Are you alright if I take care of this? We can meet back here tonight.” You nod and turn to the others. “I don’t need to head to the charity until later, so we have some time. If you have business to take care of feel free to do so.” “Trying to get rid of us already?” James asks. You shake your head. “No, but I’m going to… (If you visit Titus’ Emporium, you can visit a second place afterward. Otherwise, you can only visit one location. You'll be able to choose who accompanies you each time, separately.) * [[…visit the Docks.]] (No routes ready) * [[…head to Titus’ Emporium for some shopping.]] (All routes complete) * [[…take a rest inside Crow’s Tavern for a beat.]] (Only 3 routes available) * [[…browse the wares at Vulcan’s Smithy.]] (No routes ready) <<set $thecaptial to true>>

“Were you telling the truth? About having sent me letters?” You watch $Frederick carefully. $fHe looks back at you. “Yes.” You nod, contemplating everything you’ve learned. $Frederick clears $fhis throat softly. “I know that I’ve made mistakes, $mcname. And I-I know that I have no right to hope for forgiveness. But I swear to the Gods that I have never lied to you.” “Never?” You raise a brow. “Never,” $fhe says firmly, holding your gaze. After a moment, you look away. * [[The silence between the two of you stretches.|ch2fhthqcomplete]]