<<set $gamechapter to "Chapter Four">><<fadein 5s>><<set $age to 20>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Katarsis, 1453</div>
<<if $hobby1 is "Baking">>A delicate crumb falls onto the sheets as you take another bite of the freshly baked cake. The sweetness melts on your tongue, a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts that had occupied your mind before you got the news two days ago. You find yourself savoring the flavors, each bite a small celebration of the night’s unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile, “I see you baked something tonight.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today then you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission but that is something for later.
“I have,” You nod, “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the sweetness of the cake lingering on your tongue. “Yes,” you admit, setting the plate aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile, “I did, do you want a piece?”
Lancelot shakes his head, “It looks quite nice but I fear I am getting too old to indulge in sweets.”
“I made this to celebrate, surely you can have some just this once?”
Lancelot smiles, taking a smaller piece from the plate, “Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting the plate aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Cooking">>A delicate piece of food falls onto the sheets as you take another bite of the meal you cooked. The flavors burst on your tongue, a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts that had occupied your mind before you got the news two days ago. You find yourself savoring each bite, a small celebration of the night’s unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you cooked something tonight.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the flavors of the food lingering on your tongue. “Yes,” you admit, setting the plate aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. Would you like me to call a servant to get you some?”
Lancelot shakes his head. “It looks quite nice, but I already had dinner.”
“I made this to celebrate. Surely you can have a second dinner just this once?”
Lancelot smiles, declining gently. “Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting the plate aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>>
<<elseif $hobby1 is "Dancing">>A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead as you catch your breath, having just stopped dancing a while ago. You find yourself smiling, the joy of the unexpected news you received two days ago blending seamlessly with the euphoria from dancing.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been dancing today.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, still feeling the rhythm of the dance in your bones. “Yes,” you admit, leaning back slightly. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. I spent almost the entire day dancing after coming back from the hunt.”
Lancelot shakes his head, looking amused. “You must be exhausted. I don’t know where you find the energy.”
“I did it to celebrate, it has been a while since I felt this light.”
Lancelot’s smile widens. “Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, leaning back slightly. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Forging weapons">>A slight metallic scent lingers on your hands as you flex your fingers, feeling the residual heat from the forge. You stopped a while ago but spent almost the entirety of the last two days crafting a weapon after coming back from the hunt.
The weight of the new weapon in your hand feels satisfying, it is finally done. You find yourself admiring the craftsmanship, each detail a small celebration of your unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been busy forging today.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the satisfaction of the day’s work lingering in your mind. “Yes,” you admit, setting aside the tools you’d been absentmindedly holding. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. Spent almost the entire day on it.”
Lancelot nods appreciatively. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Did you make it to celebrate the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting the newly made weapon aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Gardening">>A delicate scent of fresh soil lingers on your fingers as you brush a bit of dirt off your silk sheets. You had spent almost the entirety of the last two days in the gardens, finding solace in tending to the plants after returning from the hunt.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been busy with your garden.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the fresh scent of the garden still lingering. “Yes,” you admit, setting aside your gardening gloves. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did, it was quite nice.”
Lancelot nods, looking thoughtful. “It sounds like a productive day.”
You smile softly. “It was, gardening has always been something I enjoy.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting aside your gardening gloves. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Hunting">>A contented sigh escapes your lips as you sink into the plush pillows, the thrill of the hunt still coursing through your veins. You just stopped a while ago, having spent almost the entirety of today tracking and stalking through the woods. The exhilaration of the chase had been a perfect distraction from the weighty thoughts that had occupied your mind before you got the new two days ago..
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been busy with your hunt.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the excitement of the hunt still fresh in your mind. “Yes,” you admit, leaning back into the pillows. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. The hunt was exhilarating.”
Lancelot nods, a genuine smile on his face, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I needed it,” you say, the thrill of the hunt still buzzing within you. “Today has been a good day.”
“Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, leaning back into the pillows. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>>
<<elseif $hobby1 is "Painting">>A few drops of paint are still wet on the canvas as you step back to admire your work. You’ve spent almost the entirety of the last two days immersed in painting, ever since coming back from the hunt. The colors and shapes offer a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts that had occupied your mind before you got the news. You find yourself savoring the satisfaction of creation, each stroke a small celebration of your unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been painting.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the satisfaction of painting still fresh in your mind. “Yes,” you admit, setting aside your brushes. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. I’ve spent the last two days on it.”
“Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting aside your brushes. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Playing instruments">>The last notes of the melody still linger in the air as you set down your instrument. You’ve spent almost the entirety of the last two days immersed in music, ever since coming back from the hunt. The harmony and rhythms offer a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts that had occupied your mind before you got the news. You find yourself savoring the satisfaction of creation, each note a small celebration of the night’s unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile, “I see you’ve been playing.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative, “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the satisfaction of playing still fresh in your mind. “Yes,” you admit, setting your instrument aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer, “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile, “I did. I’ve spent the last two days on it.”
“Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting your instrument aside. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Reading">>A delicate turn of the page echoes softly in the room as you read the book. You’ve spent almost the entirety of the last two days immersed in reading, ever since coming back from the hunt. You find yourself savoring the escape, each sentence a small celebration of your unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been reading.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the satisfaction of reading still fresh in your mind. “Yes,” you admit, closing the book. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”
<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. I’ve spent the last two days on it.”
“Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, closing the book. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Singing">>The final note of your song lingers in the air as you lower your voice, feeling the echoes resonate within the room. You’ve spent almost the entirety of the last two days singing, ever since coming back from the hunt. You find yourself savoring the satisfaction of the music, each note a small celebration of your unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile, “I see you’ve been singing.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, the satisfaction of singing still fresh in your mind. “Yes,” you admit, “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”
<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. I’ve spent the last two days on it.”
“Are you pleased about the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, stepping away from the piano. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Writing">>The ink on the parchment is still fresh as you set down your quill, admiring the words that have poured from your mind onto the page. You’ve spent almost the entirety of the last two days immersed in writing, ever since coming back from the hunt.
You find yourself savoring the satisfaction of creation, each sentence a small celebration of your unexpected joy.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps, feels more like a sanctuary than ever. The ache in your heart, the ever-present weight of your past, seems lighter tonight.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his face wearing a smile. “I see you’ve been writing.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>If you weren’t so delighted today, you most likely would have been less than polite toward Lancelot, but today is different. You’ll still have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission, but that is something for later.
“I have,” you nod. “What do you want, Lancelot?”
Lancelot’s smile remains gentle, almost tentative. “I’m glad to see you so pleased. Is it due to the trip to Vesphire?”
You hesitate for a moment, “Yes,” you admit, setting aside your quill. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<<else>>You can’t help but smile. “I did. I’ve spent the last two days on it.”
Lancelot nods appreciatively. “It looks impressive. Is it because of the trip to Vesphire?”
“Yes,” you admit, setting aside your quill. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. “I’m glad you’re getting what you want. You deserve some peace, some time away from here.”<</if>><</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Finally, I will be able to leave this cage.”|ch4-b-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wonder what Vesphire is like now…”|ch4-b-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m glad you recognize that, how is Luceris handling this?”|ch4-b-3c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod.|ch4-b-3d]]</span><</fadein>><<set $gamechapter to "Chapter Four">><<fadein 5s>><<set $age to 20>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Katarsis, 1453</div><<if visited("1h1c") + visited("1h2c") gte 1>>
<<if $copim1 is "Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, a bottle of amber liquid clutched tightly in your hand. The sharp, burning taste of the alcohol has become a familiar comfort, numbing the edges of your anguish. You take another swig, feeling the warmth spread through your chest, though it does little to make you feel better.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room spins slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, your head leaned downward almost touching your thighs, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You drain the bottle, the liquid fire searing a path down your throat, and set it down with a thud on the ground.
The haze of the alcohol starts to take hold, dulling the sharp edges of your being.
You reach for the bottle, your hands unsteady, when the door pushes open.
You glance, squint through the haze to see who it is as they approach.
The bottle is taken from your hands before you can figure out who it is.
“How much have you drunk in these last two days?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
“Why do you care?” you snap, attempting to snatch the bottle back.
Lancelot holds it out of reach, his expression frustratingly gentle. “I care because I don’t want to see you destroy yourself.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then give me the bottle.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>Ah, Lancelot. At least he is here.
“Not enough,” you mutter, your voice slurred.
Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern. “This isn’t going to help.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your bleary eyes narrow, exhaustion and intoxication blending. “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it,” you mutter hoarsely. “But what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $copim1 is "Excessive oversleeping">>You stir as a gentle hand shakes your shoulder, pulling you from the depths of sleep. Blinking groggily, you squint up at the figure standing by your bed.
Lancelot.<<if $L_rs lte 30>>
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.<</if>>
The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you lie buried beneath a mountain of blankets, the soft cocoon of your bed offering a temporary escape from reality. Sleep has become your solace, your refuge from the anguish that haunts your waking hours.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room feels like it's spinning slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You burrow deeper into the covers, closing your eyes tightly, but the haunting images refuse to fade now that you’re awake.
Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
“Wake up,” Lancelot says softly.
You groan, turning your face away from him, but he persists, shaking you again. “You’ve been sleeping for a few days now. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask, groggily.
Without an answer, Lancelot stays silent for a moment, “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
You open your eyes, turning to look at him, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><<elseif $copim1 is "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you lie on the edge of your bed, your eyes wide open despite the exhaustion gnawing at you. The relentless insomnia has become a familiar torment, sharpening the edges of your anguish. You close your eyes, feeling the familiar heaviness settle over you, though it does little to bring you rest.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You turn onto your side, your head almost touching your knees, and squeeze your eyes shut, but the images don’t fade.
You lie there, the suffocating weight of sleeplessness pressing down on you, and roll over again.
Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
“When was the last time you slept?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I should be asking you that,” Lancelot responds, his expression disappointed. “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Why do you care?” you retort, pulling the sheet closer. “It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern, “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Yes,” you say plainly.
“You’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $copim1 is "Overextending oneself through excessive work">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit at your desk, papers and reports strewn around you. The sharp, relentless pace of your work has become a familiar distraction, dulling the edges of your anguish. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you, though it does little to ease the turmoil inside.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to spin slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, your head almost touching the desk, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You push yourself back up, the quill falling from your grasp. The haze of exhaustion starts to take hold, dulling the sharp edges of your being.
You reach for another report that wasn’t assigned to you, your hands unsteady, when the door pushes open.
You glance up, squinting through the haze to see who it is as they approach.
The papers are taken from your hands before you can figure out who it is.
“When was the last time you slept?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I should be asking you that,” Lancelot responds, his expression disappointed. “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Why do you care?” you retort, pulling the sheet closer. “It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern, “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Yes,” you say plainly.
“You’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $copim1 is "Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, your body aching from the latest bout of reckless exertion. The thrill of risking your life in combat has become a familiar, desperate attempt to drown your anguish. You stare at your bruised knuckles, feeling the sharp sting of each wound, though it does little to ease the torment within.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to spin slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, elbows resting on your knees, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
Earlier, you had charged into the annex, challenging a group of knights to an all-out fight. You hadn’t stopped until your body gave out, collapsing from sheer exhaustion and pain. Now, the memory of the brawl is a blur of violence and desperate energy.<<if $strength lte 10>>
You’re not certain why you do this, you aren’t exactly physically gifted.<</if>>
Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
“When was the last time you rested?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I should be asking you that,” Lancelot responds, his expression disappointed. “Is this how you live now? Is this all you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern, “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Yes,” you say plainly.
“You’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you lie entangled with another body, the familiar solace of physical intimacy momentarily numbing the edges of your anguish. Your skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, the remnants of passion still coursing through you, though it does little to ease the turmoil inside.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room spins slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You bury your face into the neck of a servant whose name you don’t recall, seeking comfort in the warmth and the distraction they provide, but the images don’t fade.
Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
Your companion’s touch becomes more insistent, desperate to distract you from your thoughts, to have your attention once more. You surrender to it, letting the haze of intimacy dull the sharp edges of your being.
Just as you begin to lose yourself once again, the door pushes open. You glance, squint through the haze to see who it is as they approach.
“Get out,” Lancelot’s voice is cold, a tone you are not used to hearing from him.
Your nameless companion freezes, and before you can fully comprehend the intrusion they scramble off the bed, ensuring you’re covered appropriately before scurrying out of the room, their eyes wide with fear and embarrassment as they recognize the Shield.
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I should be asking you that,” Lancelot responds, his expression disappointed. “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Why do you care?” you retort, pulling the sheet closer. “It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>You pull the sheet closer to yourself, feeling slightly embarrassed that Lancelot is seeing you in this state.
Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern, “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Yes,” you say plainly.
“You’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $copim1 is "Neglecting self-care entirely">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at nothing. The ache in your stomach is a familiar presence now, a constant reminder of how many days it’s been since you last ate. Hunger gnaws at you, but the idea of food is repulsive. The fatigue is even worse, weighing down your limbs and clouding your mind, but sleep remains elusive.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room spins slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, your head almost touching your knees, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
Your head feels heavy, your body weak from days of neglect. You haven’t eaten, haven’t slept properly, and the toll it’s taking on you is clear. The room blurs around you as you struggle to remain upright.
You lie back on the bed, your limbs heavy and unresponsive, when the door pushes open.
You glance, squinting through the dim light to see who it is as they approach.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“When was the last time you slept? Or ate?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I should be asking you that,” Lancelot responds, his expression disappointed. “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern, “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Yes,” you say plainly.
“You’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $copim1 is "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you lie on the edge of your bed. You had snuck out of the palace and returned from spending all of your coins not long ago, the thrill and despair of the night still coursing through your veins. The empty coin purse on the table is a silent witness to your recklessness, but for a brief moment, it had dulled the edges of your anguish.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room spins slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, your head almost touching your knees, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You lie there, the suffocating weight of your actions pressing down on you, and roll over again.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
“Did you lose it all again?”
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern and disappointment.
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I should be asking you that,” Lancelot responds, his expression disappointed. “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>Lancelot sighs, the sound filled with a mixture of exasperation and concern, “Is this how you live now? Is this what you have been doing for the last two days?”
“Yes,” you say plainly.
“You’re destroying yourself. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><</if>><<elseif visited("1h1c") + visited("1h2c") eq 0>><<if $hobby1 is "Baking">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit at a small table, a plate of half-eaten pastries in front of you. For the last two days, you have been baking incessantly, seeking solace in the repetitive motions and comforting smells. Your eyes, heavy with exhaustion, scan the room aimlessly, finding no solace in the darkness.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You take another bite of a freshly baked cookie, its sweetness doing little to mask the bitterness you feel. You squeeze your eyes shut, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of mild concern.
“I see I missed all of your delicious baked goods.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but bake without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but bake without rest,” Lancelot responds, his expression full of concern. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Cooking">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit at the small table in your room, a plate of freshly cooked food in front of you. The past two days have been a blur of cooking and eating, the repetitive motions offering a semblance of comfort. You take another bite, savoring the rich flavors, though it does little to ease the gnawing ache inside you.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head on your hand, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
You take another bite, the act of eating a distraction from the suffocating weight of your grief.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of mild concern.
“I see I missed all of your delicious cooking.”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but cook without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but cook without rest,” Lancelot responds, his expression full of concern. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Dancing">>The room is dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls as you sit on the floor, your feet aching from two days of relentless dancing. The rhythmic movements, once a source of joy, have become a desperate attempt to escape the pain that claws at your heart. You glance down at your feet, raw and bleeding, but the physical agony pales in comparison to the torment inside.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to spin slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You pull your knees to your chest, trying to steady yourself, but the images in your mind refuse to fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Your feet...”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but dance without rest.”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but dance without rest.”
“So?” you ask plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Forging weapons">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit at the small table in your room, your hands wrapped in makeshift bandages, sore and bleeding from relentless forging. The past two days have been consumed by the clanging of metal and the hiss of the forge, the repetitive motions offering a semblance of control.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head on your hand, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Your hands...”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but work without rest.”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but work without rest.”
“So?” you ask plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Gardening">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, your hands sore and blistered from two days of relentless gardening. The meticulous work of making your garden perfect had offers a temporary escape, but now the painful thoughts have returned. You flex your fingers, wincing at the discomfort, though it does little to distract you from the anguish.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head in your hands, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
Your hands ache, a constant reminder of the frantic digging, planting, and pruning that consumed the past days.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Your hands...”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but tend to plants without rest.”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but tend to plants without rest.”
“So?” you ask plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Hunting">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, meticulously cleaning your bow and arrows. The past two days have been spent hunting in the dense woods, the activity a temporary escape from the relentless torment within. You take a deep breath, the familiar scent of the forest still clinging to you, though it does little to ease the anguish.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head in your hands, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of mild concern.
“Are all the animals in the hunting grounds gone now?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but hunt without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but hunt without rest,” Lancelot responds, his expression full of concern. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Painting">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit at your easel, a half-finished canvas in front of you. The past two days have been consumed with painting and repainting, the act of creating offering a brief escape. You dip your brush into the paint, adding another stroke, though it does little to ease the ache inside you.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, staring intently at the canvas, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of mild concern.
“Painting?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but paint without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but paint without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Playing instruments">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, a small instrument clutched tightly in your hands. The past two days have been a blur of playing and replaying melodies, the music offering a fleeting escape from the pain. You strum a few more notes, the sound resonating in the quiet room, though it does little to soothe your anguish.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head on the instrument, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Playing your instruments?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but play instruments without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but play instruments without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Reading">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit at the small table in your room, an open book in front of you. The past two days have been a blur of reading, the constant immersion in stories offering a temporary escape. You turn another page, the words blurring slightly as your eyes struggle to focus, though they do little to dull the ache inside you.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head on your hand, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Reading?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but read without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but read without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Singing">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit on the edge of your bed, your throat raw and aching. For the past two days, you’ve sung incessantly, the melodies once a comfort now leaving your voice strained and painful. You swallow, wincing at the soreness, a faint taste of metal lingering from the blood you coughed up earlier.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, your head almost touching your knees, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Done writing?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice hoarse and laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but sing without rest.”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but sing without rest.”
“So?” you ask plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><<elseif $hobby1 is "Writing">>The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as you sit hunched over your desk, papers scattered everywhere. For the past two days, you’ve been writing incessantly, the scribbled words a desperate attempt to make sense of your thoughts. You pick up another page, scanning the chaotic sentences that don’t make a lot of sense anymore.
The thought of setting foot //there// again makes your stomach churn, but it’s not a choice anymore. Duty calls, and you are its reluctant servant.
The room seems to sway slightly, or perhaps it’s just your thoughts spiraling out of control. You lean forward, resting your head in your hands, and close your eyes, but the images don’t fade.
A laugh escapes your lips, harsh and humorless. Helios’ face flashes in your mind, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of pity.
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t begin to understand.
You hear the door opening softly followed by footsteps, but you don’t bother to turn and see who it is.
Lancelot’s figure comes into view, his expression one of concern.
“Writing?”
<<if $L_rs lte 30>>You suppose every time misery strikes you across the face, Lancelot has to visit you to feel better about himself.
You’ll have to deal with the person who let him in without your permission later.
“What do you want, Lancelot?” you snap, your voice laced with irritation.
“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but write without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”
“I care because you only do this when you are upset.”
You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room, “Since when did you start caring about anything but your own guilt?”
He gulps, but his voice remains steady, “I’ve always cared, even if you refuse to believe it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, not wanting to hear any of this after the week you had.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, your caring hasn’t done much, has it?” you retort, voice rising.|ch4-1-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you care for me then leave me alone.”|ch4-1-A1]]</span><<else>>“I was worried when I heard you’ve done nothing but write without rest,” Lancelot responds. “Are you alright?”
“No,” you say plainly.
“You shouldn’t be living like this, it won’t solve anything.”
“Then what should I do?” you ask.
Without an answer, Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
Your eyes narrow, “Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it, but what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offers quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span><</if>><</if>><</if>><</fadein>>Lancelot sighs, “You shouldn’t be living like this, this won’t solve anything.”
“Then what will?” you retort, “Death?”
Lancelot closes his eyes briefly. “Is the thought of going back to Vesphire that unbearable?”
He must have spoken to Luceris before visiting you. Typical.
“Unbearable doesn’t begin to describe it,” you mutter hoarsely. “But what choice do I have?”
“Perhaps... Perhaps it’s a chance for peace. Away from Luceris, away from all of this,” he offered quietly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace? There is no ‘finding peace’ for me.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Some wounds are meant to bleed forever.”|ch4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How am I meant to find peace in the very place where my life was ruined?”|ch4-2]]</span>Lancelot’s gaze falters, his expression pained. “I know it is difficult, but staying here—”
“My family was slaughtered in Vesphire, and you want me to return to that place? To what end? So I can be reminded every day that I am there of what I’ve lost? To help people that do not care for me?”
“You will never be free of what haunts you if you stay here,” Lancelot insists, his tone pleading. “I can’t bear to see you live like this.”
Lancelot persists, a rare stubbornness in his voice, “Don’t you long to be far away from Luceris? Vesphire is the only place he’s permitting you to go. Otherwise, you’re condemned to stay here. When you were younger you wanted it so much.”
You recognize that this is your sole opportunity to leave Rosea, even if temporarily, but the thought of Vesphire brings a different kind of anguish compared to the suffocating familiarity of Rosea.
Lancelot’s words strike a chord within you, causing a fissure to form, “Well, you are many years too late.”
For a moment, he stands there looking at your face, as if searching for the child that once existed. It’s as if he’s silently asking himself how the years have changed you into who you are now. It makes you wonder if he realizes his hand was one of the sculptors.
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been good in the past…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as good.|ch4-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and has gotten even better.|ch4-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years for no apparent reason.|ch4-3c]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3d]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3e]]</span><</if>><<else>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been bad in the past...
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as bad.|ch4-3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has improved in the last few years.|ch4-3-4b]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[...and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3-4c]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3-4d]]</span><</if>><</if>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been good in the past and remains just as good. Despite the complicated history and the lingering shadows of past events, his unwavering gentleness has always been a constant.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 15, 0, 100)>>Despite the tumultuous history and the shadows that linger between you, your relationship with Lancelot has improved over time.
Over the years, he has consistently shown you kindness and an understanding that few others have offered. His actions speak to a remorse that he carries, a burden that perhaps drives his current gentle demeanor toward you.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 10, 0, 100)>>Your relationship with Lancelot had been good in the past, but it has declined in the last few years for no apparent reason. Perhaps the strain of your shared history finally built an invisible wall between you.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 15, 0, 100)>>Your relationship with Lancelot had been good in the past, but it has declined in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.
The bitterness of knowing Lancelot’s heart belonged to the very person linked to your family’s downfall gnawed at you.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 15, 0, 100)>>Your relationship with Lancelot had been good in the past, but it has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.
The bitterness of knowing Lancelot’s heart belonged to the very person linked to your family’s downfall gnawed at you.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span>Your relationship with Lancelot has been bad in the past—and remains just as bad. Despite his gestures of kindness, the chasm between you can’t be bridged by mere politeness or concern.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 15, 0, 100)>>Though your relationship with Lancelot has been strained in the past, it has seen a gradual improvement over the last few years.
For some reason, you find it easier to speak with him now, his presence not as grating as it once was.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 10, 0, 100)>>Your relationship with Lancelot had been bad in the past, but it has gotten even worse in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.
The bitterness of knowing Lancelot’s heart belonged to the very person linked to your family’s downfall was enough for your feelings to decline.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 10, 0, 100)>>Your relationship with Lancelot had been bad in the past, but it has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.
The bitterness of knowing Lancelot’s heart belonged to the very person linked to your family’s downfall was enough for your feelings to decline.
Lancelot clears his throat, “I heard about what happened in the forest,” he says, his tone cautious.
You stiffen for a moment, “Who told you about that?”
“Hunter did.”
The //moment// you had after seeing Helios was quite public, you aren’t surprised Lancelot is mentioning it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel embarrassed about the way you reacted.|ch4-5a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.|ch4-5b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tell yourself that next time you see a white haired man covered in blood you will definitely react normally.|ch4-5c]]</span>You feel a wave of embarrassment over how you reacted. The shrieking and screaming must have made you look pathetic.
But you couldn’t help it at the moment; he looked so similar to his father, so much like the man who murdered your family that night.
“Would you like to talk about it?” Lancelot asks softly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Start to recount it.|ch4-6a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch4-6b]]</span>It irritates you knowing that it has likely been the court’s main topic of conversation for the past few days.
Society operates like vultures, eagerly awaiting anything to whisper about.
When the subject of their chatter involves you, the rumors spread like wildfire, much to their delight.
“Would you like to talk about it?” Lancelot asks softly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Start to recount it.|ch4-6a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch4-6b]]</span>You tell yourself that the next time you see a white-haired man covered in blood, you will definitely react normally. You can’t scream every time you encounter someone like that. You can’t continue living this way in the future.
“Would you like to talk about it?” Lancelot asks softly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Start to recount it.|ch4-6a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch4-6b]]</span>“It was jarring,” you start, your voice trembling. “Seeing Helios like that, covered in blood... he looked so much like Luceris. It brought back all the memories of that night. I couldn’t separate the two in my mind.”
Lancelot nods, his expression sympathetic, “I can only imagine how difficult that must have been for you. Helios might not be like his father, but I understand how the resemblance would bring back those memories.”
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “I know he’s not Luceris, but in that moment, it felt like I was reliving the nightmare. The blood, the look on his face—it was too much.”
“I wish I could take away your pain,” he says.
As you process his words, a thought emerges: If he feels that way, how can he harbor feelings for a man who embodies the very darkness of your past, someone who caused so much suffering in your life?<<if visited("50-0")>>
And now they are in a relationship.
<<if visited("ch3-31-l4") + visited("ch3-31-ll-d") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris ignites a deep-seated anger within you. How can he possibly love a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin without holding back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your anger. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-ll-c") + visited("ch3-31-l3") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris ignites a deep-seated anger within you. How can he possibly love a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, giving voice to your feelings for once. “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your anger. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-l1") + visited("ch3-31-l5") + visited("ch3-31-ll-e") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris sparks a profound confusion within you. How can he harbor feelings for a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but laden with a curiosity you can’t seem to hold back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your confusion. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-l1") + visited("ch3-31-l5") + visited("ch3-31-ll-a") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris sparks a profound confusion within you. How can he harbor feelings for a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but laden with a curiosity you can’t seem to hold back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your confusion. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-ll-b") + visited("ch3-31-l2") gte 1>>Despite everything, you are happy for Lancelot. Yet, it still piques your curiosity.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but tinged with a warm acceptance, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand… Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone to love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I see.”|ch4-8a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m happy for you, really.”|ch4-8b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you think I will find someone someday?”|ch4-8c]]</span><</if>><<else>>Lancelot is like a clear pool of water, his emotions often laid bare.
Though Lancelot has visibly distanced himself from Luceris, it is evident that he still holds feelings for him. It is likely his reluctance to pursue anything with Luceris stems from the impact your own suffering has had on him.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It angers you that he loves Luceris despite everything and you’re vocal about it.|ch4-7a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It angers you that he loves Luceris despite everything but you aren’t vocal about it.|ch4-7b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[His feelings for Luceris merely confuse you, other than that you do not care at all.|ch4-7c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It saddens you that you are the barrier that prevents him from following his own happiness.|ch4-7d]]</span><</if>>“No, I don’t.”
Lancelot nods, his expression sympathetic, “I wish I could take away your pain,” he says.
As you process his words, a thought emerges: If he feels that way, how can he harbor feelings for a man who embodies the very darkness of your past, someone who caused so much suffering in your life?<<if visited("50-0")>>
And now they are in a relationship.
<<if visited("ch3-31-l4") + visited("ch3-31-ll-d") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris ignites a deep-seated anger within you. How can he possibly love a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin without holding back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your anger. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-ll-c") + visited("ch3-31-l3") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris ignites a deep-seated anger within you. How can he possibly love a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, giving voice to your feelings for once. “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your anger. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-l1") + visited("ch3-31-l5") + visited("ch3-31-ll-e") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris sparks a profound confusion within you. How can he harbor feelings for a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but laden with a curiosity you can’t seem to hold back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your confusion. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-l1") + visited("ch3-31-l5") + visited("ch3-31-ll-a") gte 1>>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris sparks a profound confusion within you. How can he harbor feelings for a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but laden with a curiosity you can’t seem to hold back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your confusion. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span><<elseif visited("ch3-31-ll-b") + visited("ch3-31-l2") gte 1>>Despite everything, you are happy for Lancelot. Yet, it still piques your curiosity.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but tinged with a warm acceptance, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand… Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone to love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I see.”|ch4-8a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m happy for you, really.”|ch4-8b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you think I will find someone someday?”|ch4-8c]]</span><</if>><<else>>Lancelot is like a clear pool of water, his emotions often laid bare.
Though Lancelot has visibly distanced himself from Luceris, it is evident that he still holds feelings for him. It is likely his reluctance to pursue anything with Luceris stems from the impact your own suffering has had on him.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It angers you that he loves Luceris despite everything and you’re vocal about it.|ch4-7a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It angers you that he loves Luceris despite everything but you aren’t vocal about it.|ch4-7b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[His feelings for Luceris merely confuse you, other than that you do not care at all.|ch4-7c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It saddens you that you are the barrier that prevents him from following his own happiness.|ch4-7d]]</span><</if>>You nod, “I see,” you respond softly, with a sense of clarity.
Their relationship is a poignant reminder that love doesn’t always align with logic or convenience; sometimes, it simply is.
It’s an odd, bittersweet contentment, knowing that love can flourish even in the darkest of circumstances.
Lancelot’s expression softens, revealing a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. “You’re not angry?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” you reply, a gentle smile crossing your lips. "I’m not angry, I’m happy for you.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]You smile, “I’m happy for you, really.” you say softly.
Their relationship is a poignant reminder that love doesn’t always align with logic or convenience; sometimes, it simply is.
It’s an odd, bittersweet contentment, knowing that love can flourish even in the darkest of circumstances.
Lancelot’s expression softens, revealing a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. “You’re not angry?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” you reply, a gentle smile crossing your lips. "I’m not angry, I told you that I’m happy for you.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]Their relationship is a poignant reminder that love doesn’t always align with logic or convenience; sometimes, it simply is.
It’s an odd, bittersweet contentment, knowing that love can flourish even in the darkest of circumstances.
You consider his words for a moment before asking, “Do you think I will find someone someday?”
Lancelot’s gaze softens, and he offers a reassuring smile. “I believe you will.”
A silence settles between you, comfortable yet heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Lancelot’s voice breaks the silence, tentative and filled with a mixture of curiosity and guilt. “You aren’t angry?”
“No,” you reply, a gentle smile crossing your lips. "I’m not angry, I told you that I’m happy for you.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris ignites a deep-seated anger within you. How can he possibly love a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin without holding back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your anger. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris ignites a deep-seated anger within you. How can he possibly love a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, giving voice to your feelings for once. “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your anger. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span>The thought of Lancelot’s affection for Luceris sparks a profound confusion within you. How can he harbor feelings for a man capable of such darkness?
The notion that Lancelot, despite his empathy and apparent support, could still be swayed by the man responsible for your family’s slaughter, leaves you feeling more isolated than ever.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady but laden with a curiosity you can’t seem to hold back, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your confusion. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span>The realization that you are the unspoken barrier preventing him from seeking his own happiness brings a deep sense of sorrow. It is a painful irony that your suffering, which has bound you to your own unresolved torment, also keeps Lancelot from pursuing a life he might have otherwise embraced.
“Tell me,” you begin, your voice steady yet tinged with an unspoken ache, “Given all that you know, how is it that you can still have feelings for him?”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he sighs, his shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. “It’s not that simple,” he admits quietly. “I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t blame you for your confusion. Luceris… I know him too well.”
He continues, his words carefully chosen, “When you truly love someone, you don’t easily turn away. Despite everything, my feelings for him are a part of who I am.”
A small, slightly melancholic smile tugs at his lips. “Perhaps one day, when you find someone you love deeply, you might understand why it’s so difficult to simply walk away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “I hope I never understand.”|ch4-9a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Have you ever thought about writing a play?”|ch4-9b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Observe, “To love him is to love yourself.”|ch4-9c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”|ch4-9d]]</span>You scoff, shaking your head. “I hope I never understand. If loving someone means being able to overlook the kind of horrors Luceris is capable of, then I want no part of it.”
He flinches at your words, but doesn’t argue. “Love isn’t always rational. It’s not something you can just turn off, even when you know you should.”
“That’s where we differ,” you reply, “I can’t imagine ever feeling that way. And I hope I never do.”
<<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot’s entanglement with Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau. It’s difficult enough navigating your own life without the added intricacies of their relationship, which seems to blur the moral lines Lancelot otherwise adheres to.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris.”|ch4-10a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 50 and $manipulative gte 50>>[[You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”|ch4-10b][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]<<else>>==You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”==<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I never want to see you again.”|ch4-10c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|ch4-10d]]</span><<else>>Lancelot’s feelings for Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re glad he doesn’t act upon those feelings.|ch4-11a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to encourage him to act upon those feelings.|ch4-11b]]</span><</if>>You raise an eyebrow, a hint of irony creeping into your tone. “Have you ever thought about writing a play? You seem quite skilled with words, weaving such complicated tales of love and loyalty.”
He chuckles softly, though his eyes remain serious. “Perhaps I should,” he replies, a hint of irony in his tone. “It seems I’ve been living in a tragic one for far too long.”
His attempt at humor doesn’t lighten the heavy atmosphere between you.
<<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot’s entanglement with Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau. It’s difficult enough navigating your own life without the added intricacies of their relationship, which seems to blur the moral lines Lancelot otherwise adheres to.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris.”|ch4-10a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 50 and $manipulative gte 50>>[[You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”|ch4-10b][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]<<else>>==You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”==<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I never want to see you again.”|ch4-10c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|ch4-10d]]</span><<else>>Lancelot’s feelings for Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re glad he doesn’t act upon those feelings.|ch4-11a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to encourage him to act upon those feelings.|ch4-11b]]</span><</if>>You study his face, searching for the deeper truth behind his words. “To love Luceris,” you say slowly, “Is to love yourself.”
Lancelot looks taken aback by your insight but then nods, a trace of sadness in his eyes. “Yes,” he whispers. “Luceris and I... our lives are intertwined in ways that are hard to explain.”
<<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot’s entanglement with Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau. It’s difficult enough navigating your own life without the added intricacies of their relationship, which seems to blur the moral lines Lancelot otherwise adheres to.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris.”|ch4-10a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 50 and $manipulative gte 50>>[[You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”|ch4-10b][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]<<else>>==You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”==<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I never want to see you again.”|ch4-10c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|ch4-10d]]</span><<else>>Lancelot’s feelings for Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re glad he doesn’t act upon those feelings.|ch4-11a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to encourage him to act upon those feelings.|ch4-11b]]</span><</if>>You roll your eyes and say, “Life is sunshine and roses for you, I understand.”
Lancelot’s face falls, the sadness in his eyes deepening. “I apologize,” he says softly. “I know I must seem like a fool.”
<<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot’s entanglement with Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau. It’s difficult enough navigating your own life without the added intricacies of their relationship, which seems to blur the moral lines Lancelot otherwise adheres to.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris.”|ch4-10a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 50 and $manipulative gte 50>>[[You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”|ch4-10b][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]<<else>>==You know how much you mean to him so you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”==<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Firmly say, “I never want to see you again.”|ch4-10c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|ch4-10d]]</span><<else>>Lancelot’s feelings for Luceris adds layers of complication to an already turbulent tableau.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re glad he doesn’t act upon those feelings.|ch4-11a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to encourage him to act upon those feelings.|ch4-11b]]</span><</if>>You say firmly, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris.”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s at a loss for words. “You... you can’t ask that of me,” he stammers. “I‐”
“I’m not asking,” you say firmly. “I’m telling you. If you truly care about me, if you want me to heal my wounds, then you need to cut these romantic ties with the person who caused all of these wounds.”
Lancelot’s expression hardens slightly, a flicker of resolve appearing in his eyes. “I care about you deeply, and I’ve tried to be there for you in every way I can. But Luceris—”
“But what?” you ask, “The only issue here is that you’re too weak to let go of him. You’re choosing to stay bound to him.”
His face pales, the words hitting him like a physical blow. He struggles to compose himself, taking a deep breath. “I understand your anger. I do. But please believe me when I say that I’m trying to navigate this the best way I can.”
“By being in a relationship with him?” you snap.
“How is that helping anyone? You’re only perpetuating the pain.”
Lancelot’s eyes are filled with a mix of guilt and sorrow, “It’s not something I can do overnight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You will make him choose you over Luceris, “If you ever want to see me again, you will have to do this. I can’t trust you otherwise.”|ch4-12a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Despite everything you can’t bring yourself to say that. What if he doesn’t choose you? What if he leaves you completely?|ch4-12b][$L_insecure to 1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Despite everything you can’t bring yourself to say that. You don’t want to cut ties with him even if he refuses.|ch4-12c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What’s the point in begging? You don’t say anything else.|ch4-12d]]</span><<set $LLbr to "true">>You take a deep breath, preparing to manipulate the conversation. A few tears start to roll down your cheeks as you pretend to cry, “I want you to end your relationship with Luceris… If you don’t, you will never see me again!”
Lancelot’s eyes widen, a mixture of shock and hurt flooding his expression. “You don’t mean that,” he says, his voice shaky.
“I do,” you insist, letting your tears flow more freely. “Every time I see you with him, it reminds me of what I lost, what he took from me. I can’t bear it, Lancelot. If you truly care about me, you’ll end it.”
He looks away, torn between his feelings for Luceris and his loyalty to you. “It’s not that simple,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
“But it is,” you press, your voice rising. “If you can’t choose me over him, then what am I supposed to think? That you value him more than me? That my pain means nothing to you?”
Lancelot looks at you, torn between his emotions and the harsh reality of your demand. He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again, clearly struggling with the weight of your ultimatum.
After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need time to process this,” he says, his tone heavy with conflict. “It will be done by the time you arrive back from Vesphire.”
You wipe your tears, giving him a slight smile, “Thank you.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]<<set $LLbr to "true">>“I never want to see you again,” you say firmly, your voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of your resolve.
Lancelot’s eyes widen, hurt flashing across his features. “You don’t mean that,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
“I do,” you insist, the bitterness in your heart spilling over. “Your love for Luceris makes you complicit in his darkness. I can’t have that in my life. Not anymore.”
Lancelot’s face pales, the words striking him like a physical blow. “Don’t say that,” he pleads. “I can’t bear to lose you.”
“You already have.”
“What if I end it with Luceris? Would that change anything?”
“You’d end it with him?” you ask, your tone full of disbelief. “After everything?”
A silence falls between you. Finally, Lancelot breaks it, his voice trembling. “If it means keeping you in my life, I will end it with Luceris.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright, I’ll accept that.”|ch4-13a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“There is no need for that, simply leave me alone.”|ch4-13b]]</span><<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]It reassures you, at least a little, that Lancelot chooses not to act on his emotions for Luceris. The thought of him pursuing a relationship with such a man is unsettling, to say the least. Even though it doesn’t erase the complexity of the situation, it’s a small relief that Lancelot has the sense to keep his distance.
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]“Lancelot,” you begin softly, “I know things are complicated, but you deserve to be happy too. If those feelings for Luceris are still there, perhaps you should act on them.”
Lancelot laughs a little, shaking his head. “No, I have lived long enough with these feelings, and they don’t bother me much anymore. What matters to me now is seeing you happy.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]<<set $LLbr to "true">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you have to say next. “If you ever want to see me again, you will have to do this. I can’t trust you otherwise. You need to choose, Lancelot. It’s either him or me.”
It might be unfair for you to pose such a demand but you need him to choose you over Luceris.
Lancelot looks at you, torn between his emotions and the harsh reality of your demand. He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again, clearly struggling with the weight of your ultimatum.
After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need time to process this,” he says, his tone heavy with conflict. “It will be done by the time you arrive back from Vesphire.”
“Good.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]<<set $LLbr to "true">>Despite everything, you can’t bring yourself to utter the ultimatum. What if he doesn’t choose you? What if he leaves you completely? The fear of losing him entirely keeps the words trapped in your throat.
The room fills with a tense silence as both of you struggle with the weight of your emotions. Finally, you speak, your voice barely above a whisper, “I just can’t see how you can love someone like him and still expect me to believe you care about me.”
Lancelot looks at you, torn between his emotions and the harsh reality of your demand. He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again.
After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need time to process this,” he says, his tone heavy with conflict. “It will be done by the time you arrive back from Vesphire.”
“Alright.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]<<set $LLbr to "true">>Despite everything, you can’t bring yourself to say what you were thinking. The thought of cutting ties with him feels like a bridge too far, an act of finality you’re not ready for.
The room fills with a tense silence as both of you struggle with the weight of your emotions. Finally, you speak, your voice barely above a whisper, “I just can’t see how you can love someone like him and still expect me to believe you care about me.”
Lancelot looks at you, torn between his emotions and the harsh reality of your demand. He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again.
After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need time to process this,” he says, his tone heavy with conflict. “It will be done by the time you arrive back from Vesphire.”
“Alright.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]<<set $LLbr to "true">>You take a deep breath and turn away, the words you want to say burning on your tongue, but you swallow them down. There is no point in begging or arguing further. You can see the conflict in Lancelot’s eyes, but you know that this is a decision he has to make on his own.
The room fills with a tense silence as both of you struggle with the weight of your emotions. Finally, you speak, your voice barely above a whisper, “I just can’t see how you can love someone like him and still expect me to believe you care about me.”
Lancelot looks at you, torn between his emotions and the harsh reality of your demand. He opens his mouth to respond, then closes it again.
After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need time to process this,” he says, his tone heavy with conflict. “It will be done by the time you arrive back from Vesphire.”
“Alright.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]A part of you wants to believe him, “Alright,” you say slowly, “I’ll accept that.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]“There is no need for that,” you say, your tone icy. “Simply leave me alone.”
Lancelot looks at you, his eyes searching for any sign of hope. Finding none, he nods slowly, the weight of your words settling over him like a shroud. “I understand,” he says quietly, his voice breaking slightly. “But know that my door is always open, should you ever need it. I will always be there for you.”
<<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I should go now, you should sleep soon.”
You nod, “I should.”
He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you one last time, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Goodnight.”
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>“Goodnight,” you echo.<<else>>You don’t say it back.<</if>><<else>>The room falls into a heavy silence, each of you lost in your thoughts. Finally, Lancelot speaks again, “I know I keep asking too much from you but Vesphire could be a chance for you to find some peace, to reclaim a part of your life that was stolen from you.”
You feel the old scars within you pull tight, the pain as fresh as ever. “Why are you trying to convince me? I do not have a choice regardless,” you say quietly, the resignation in your voice more profound than the anger that fueled your earlier words.
Lancelot opens his mouth as if to offer another argument, another plea, but instead, he remains silent.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-15]]<div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Saudade, 1453</div>
“His Majesty is requesting your presence.”
Today is the day you leave for Vesphire.
You nod at the guard, casting a final glance around your quarters. The room is filled with memories of the past years, every corner holding a fragment of your journey.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A strange nervousness is filling your heart at the thought of leaving this familiarity behind.|ch4-16a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Good riddance. You hope the days away will be long so you don’t have to return just yet.|ch4-16b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Oddly, you will miss this room.|ch4-16c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This room is your cage, you happily leave it behind.|ch4-16d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This room was the only place you could truly be yourself in, and you will miss it dearly.|ch4-16e]]</span>You allow yourself a sigh of relief. “Finally, I will be able to leave this cage.”
“It must feel like a weight lifted off your shoulders.”
You nod, the reality of the impending journey sinking in. “It does. I’ve felt trapped here for so long, suffocated by memories and obligations. Vesphire might not be a perfect solution, but it’s a chance for a fresh start.”
Lancelot steps closer, “I hope Vesphire brings you the peace you deserve. Getting away from this place, from all the reminders of pain, can only help.”
His words hang in the air, and you take a moment to look at him truly.
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been good in the past…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as good.|ch4-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and has gotten even better.|ch4-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years for no apparent reason.|ch4-3c]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3d]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3e]]</span><</if>><<else>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been bad in the past...
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as bad.|ch4-3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has improved in the last few years.|ch4-3-4b]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[...and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3-4c]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3-4d]]</span><</if>><</if>>Lancelot's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, there is a shared understanding. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” he says softly. “Much must have changed, the palace was rebuilt but from what I have heard it looks more or less the same. I’m certain some things remain the same.”
You nod, your thoughts drifting to the memories of your childhood home, “I hope so. There are places there that I miss dearly. I want to see them again, to remember.”
“Do you have any particular place in Vesphire that you are most eager to see?”
You smile faintly, picturing the secret garden where you used to play, “A garden, hidden away from the world, where my siblings and I would play.”
A flicker of pain crosses Lancelot’s face, quickly replaced by his usual gentle demeanor, “I hope Vesphire brings you the peace you deserve. Getting away from this place, from all the reminders of pain, can only help.”
His words hang in the air, and you take a moment to look at him truly.
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been good in the past…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as good.|ch4-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and has gotten even better.|ch4-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years for no apparent reason.|ch4-3c]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3d]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3e]]</span><</if>><<else>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been bad in the past...
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as bad.|ch4-3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has improved in the last few years.|ch4-3-4b]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[...and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3-4c]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3-4d]]</span><</if>><</if>>Lancelot’s expression becomes more serious, “Luceris is not pleased, as you might expect. He never liked change.”
You nod, unsurprised by this. “I figured as much.”
Lancelot steps closer, “It doesn’t matter how he feels. I hope Vesphire brings you the peace you deserve. Getting away from this place, from all the reminders of pain, can only help.”
His words hang in the air, and you take a moment to look at him truly.
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been good in the past…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as good.|ch4-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and has gotten even better.|ch4-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years for no apparent reason.|ch4-3c]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3d]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3e]]</span><</if>><<else>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been bad in the past...
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as bad.|ch4-3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has improved in the last few years.|ch4-3-4b]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[...and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3-4c]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3-4d]]</span><</if>><</if>>You nod.
His words hang in the air, and you take a moment to look at him truly.
<<if $L_rs gte 50>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been good in the past…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as good.|ch4-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and has gotten even better.|ch4-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years for no apparent reason.|ch4-3c]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3d]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…but has declined in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3e]]</span><</if>><<else>>Your relationship with Lancelot has been bad in the past...
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and remains just as bad.|ch4-3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but has improved in the last few years.|ch4-3-4b]]</span>
<<if visited("50-0")>><span class="choice-normal">[[...and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic relationship with Luceris.|ch4-3-4c]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[…and has declined further in the last few years due to his romantic feelings for Luceris.|ch4-3-4d]]</span><</if>><</if>>A strange nervousness fills your heart at the thought of leaving this familiarity behind.
Despite the many unhappy memories contained within these walls, this place has been your constant for so long.
As you prepare to depart, the weight of the unknown ahead presses heavily on you. The thought of Vesphire, with its new faces and uncertain future, is both daunting and exhilarating. You can’t help but feel a pang of nervousness, wondering what awaits you in the world outside of this palace.
With one last glance, you walk out of the room, the guards closing the door behind you.
The polished marble floors reflect the light filtering through the grand windows, and the distant murmur of courtiers and servants fills the air.
Each step feels surreal, as if you are walking through a dream. It feels odd—almost like a strange buzzing sensation—knowing that you are leaving the palace.
As you approach the garden, the sunlight filtering through the grand windows casts a warm glow. The garden, with its meticulously maintained flower beds and serene fountains, is where you are supposed to meet Luceris.
There, amidst the vibrant colors and soothing sounds, you see him. Luceris stands near a bush of flowers, his presence almost out of place in the peaceful setting, his gaze fixed on a flower.
You notice Lancelot standing a bit further away, giving the two of you ample space.
“Ah, there you are,” he says, his voice smooth.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Unfortunately.”|ch4-17a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why did you want to see me?”|ch4-17b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And you’re still alive although I was really hoping you’d be dead by now.”|ch4-17c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you wake up on the right side of the bed for once?”|ch4-17d]]</span>Good riddance, you think, as you let your gaze sweep over the furnishings and decorations.
The thought of leaving for this place fills you with a rare sense of liberation. You silently hope that your days away will stretch into weeks, even months. The longer you can stay away from this place, the better.
With one last glance, you walk out of the room, the guards closing the door behind you.
The polished marble floors reflect the light filtering through the grand windows, and the distant murmur of courtiers and servants fills the air.
Each step feels surreal, as if you are walking through a dream. It feels odd—almost like a strange buzzing sensation—knowing that you are leaving the palace.
As you approach the garden, the sunlight filtering through the grand windows casts a warm glow. The garden, with its meticulously maintained flower beds and serene fountains, is where you are supposed to meet Luceris.
There, amidst the vibrant colors and soothing sounds, you see him. Luceris stands near a bush of flowers, his presence almost out of place in the peaceful setting, his gaze fixed on a flower.
You notice Lancelot standing a bit further away, giving the two of you ample space.
“Ah, there you are,” he says, his voice smooth.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Unfortunately.”|ch4-17a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why did you want to see me?”|ch4-17b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And you’re still alive although I was really hoping you’d be dead by now.”|ch4-17c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you wake up on the right side of the bed for once?”|ch4-17d]]</span>Oddly, you will miss this room.
Despite the circumstances that brought you here and the less-than-happy memories it holds, this space has grown familiar to you. The grand bed draped in rich fabrics, the smooth marble floor, and the view from the window—all these elements have woven themselves into the fabric of your daily life.
This room has seen your tears and heard your whispered hopes and dreams, it has been a constant in a world where everything else seems uncertain. Leaving it behind feels like leaving a part of your identity, a part that has endured and adapted to the constraints placed upon you.
With one last glance, you walk out of the room, the guards closing the door behind you.
The polished marble floors reflect the light filtering through the grand windows, and the distant murmur of courtiers and servants fills the air.
Each step feels surreal, as if you are walking through a dream. It feels odd—almost like a strange buzzing sensation—knowing that you are leaving the palace.
As you approach the garden, the sunlight filtering through the grand windows casts a warm glow. The garden, with its meticulously maintained flower beds and serene fountains, is where you are supposed to meet Luceris.
There, amidst the vibrant colors and soothing sounds, you see him. Luceris stands near a bush of flowers, his presence almost out of place in the peaceful setting, his gaze fixed on a flower.
You notice Lancelot standing a bit further away, giving the two of you ample space.
“Ah, there you are,” he says, his voice smooth.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Unfortunately.”|ch4-17a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why did you want to see me?”|ch4-17b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And you’re still alive although I was really hoping you’d be dead by now.”|ch4-17c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you wake up on the right side of the bed for once?”|ch4-17d]]</span>This room is your cage, and you happily leave it behind.
The decor, the bed, the tapestries – they have all been part of your gilded prison. Each piece of furniture has served as a reminder of your captivity, of the life you were forced into and the freedom you lost.
With every step toward the door, you feel a weight lifting from your shoulders. The prospect of leaving this place, even temporarily, fills you with a sense of freedom.
With one last glance, you walk out of the room, the guards closing the door behind you.
The polished marble floors reflect the light filtering through the grand windows, and the distant murmur of courtiers and servants fills the air.
Each step feels surreal, as if you are walking through a dream. It feels odd—almost like a strange buzzing sensation—knowing that you are leaving the palace.
As you approach the garden, the sunlight filtering through the grand windows casts a warm glow. The garden, with its meticulously maintained flower beds and serene fountains, is where you are supposed to meet Luceris.
There, amidst the vibrant colors and soothing sounds, you see him. Luceris stands near a bush of flowers, his presence almost out of place in the peaceful setting, his gaze fixed on a flower.
You notice Lancelot standing a bit further away, giving the two of you ample space.
“Ah, there you are,” he says, his voice smooth.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Unfortunately.”|ch4-17a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why did you want to see me?”|ch4-17b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And you’re still alive although I was really hoping you’d be dead by now.”|ch4-17c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you wake up on the right side of the bed for once?”|ch4-17d]]</span>This room was the only place you could truly be yourself in, and you will miss it dearly.
Despite the circumstances that brought you here, these four walls have become a haven of sorts. This room was your silent companion through all these years.
It was in this room that you could let down your guard, allow yourself to feel and think freely. The thought of leaving behind this private sanctuary, the only place where you could let your true self emerge, brings a pang of sorrow.
With one last glance, you walk out of the room, the guards closing the door behind you.
The polished marble floors reflect the light filtering through the grand windows, and the distant murmur of courtiers and servants fills the air.
Each step feels surreal, as if you are walking through a dream. It feels odd—almost like a strange buzzing sensation—knowing that you are leaving the palace.
As you approach the garden, the sunlight filtering through the grand windows casts a warm glow. The garden, with its meticulously maintained flower beds and serene fountains, is where you are supposed to meet Luceris.
There, amidst the vibrant colors and soothing sounds, you see him. Luceris stands near a bush of flowers, his presence almost out of place in the peaceful setting, his gaze fixed on a flower.
You notice Lancelot standing a bit further away, giving the two of you ample space.
“Ah, there you are,” he says, his voice smooth.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Unfortunately.”|ch4-17a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why did you want to see me?”|ch4-17b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And you’re still alive although I was really hoping you’d be dead by now.”|ch4-17c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you wake up on the right side of the bed for once?”|ch4-17d]]</span>“Unfortunately,” you reply, the words slipping out more as a reflection of your inner feelings than as a true greeting.
Luceris turns to face you, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Always so spirited,” he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I trust you are ready for your journey?”
<<if visited("ch4-1-A")>>“Unfortunately, I am.”
“Not looking forward to it?” He probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“No.” Your response is terse, filled with a reluctance that mirrors his earlier mirth.
Luceris smiles, his fingers gently plucking the flower he had been admiring, “I suppose we have that in common.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“There is a certain freedom in knowing you can always choose to return. So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<<else>>““I am,” you affirm.
“Then you are looking forward to it?” he probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“Yes.” Your response is short, mixed with a hint of resolve and defiance.
Luceris plucks the flower he had been admiring, a light smile playing on his lips. “Since you are looking forward to it, let’s hope you don’t hate it.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<</if>>
His fingers carefully pluck the petals from a flower one by one, each delicate petal falling to the ground like a whisper of what once was.
Home. The word, spoken with such ease, feels foreign and almost unreal as it hangs in the air.
Technically, Luceris is right.
Rosea—this opulent palace and the surrounding land—had indeed become your home. It was here that all your belongings were now kept, the place where your life had been plucked and transplanted.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rosea is not your home, not in the way that matters.|ch4-18a][$home to "notrosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Home isn’t something that exists for you. Not here nor in Vesphire.|ch4-18b][$home to "nowhere"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Somewhere along the years Rosea became home in every sense of the word.|ch4-18c][$home to "rosea"]]</span>“Why did you want to see me?” you inquire, your voice echoing slightly in the open space, mingling with the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft gurgle of water from the fountains.
Luceris turns to face you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, I couldn’t let you leave without a proper farewell, could I? I trust you are ready for your journey?”
<<if visited("ch4-1-A")>>“Unfortunately, I am.”
“Not looking forward to it?” He probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“No.” Your response is terse, filled with a reluctance that mirrors his earlier mirth.
Luceris smiles, his fingers gently plucking the flower he had been admiring, “I suppose we have that in common.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“There is a certain freedom in knowing you can always choose to return. So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<<else>>““I am,” you affirm.
“Then you are looking forward to it?” he probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“Yes.” Your response is short, mixed with a hint of resolve and defiance.
Luceris plucks the flower he had been admiring, a light smile playing on his lips. “Since you are looking forward to it, let’s hope you don’t hate it.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<</if>>
His fingers carefully pluck the petals from a flower one by one, each delicate petal falling to the ground like a whisper of what once was.
Home. The word, spoken with such ease, feels foreign and almost unreal as it hangs in the air.
Technically, Luceris is right.
Rosea—this opulent palace and the surrounding land—had indeed become your home. It was here that all your belongings were now kept, the place where your life had been plucked and transplanted.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rosea is not your home, not in the way that matters.|ch4-18a][$home to "notrosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Home isn’t something that exists for you. Not here nor in Vesphire.|ch4-18b][$home to "nowhere"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Somewhere along the years Rosea became home in every sense of the word.|ch4-18c][$home to "rosea"]]</span>“And you’re still alive, although I was really hoping you’d be dead by now,” you say, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips.
Luceris chuckles, turning his attention from the flower to you, “Very charming, as always. I trust you are ready for your journey?”
<<if visited("ch4-1-A")>>“Unfortunately, I am.”
“Not looking forward to it?” He probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“No.” Your response is terse, filled with a reluctance that mirrors his earlier mirth.
Luceris smiles, his fingers gently plucking the flower he had been admiring, “I suppose we have that in common.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“There is a certain freedom in knowing you can always choose to return. So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<<else>>““I am,” you affirm.
“Then you are looking forward to it?” he probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“Yes.” Your response is short, mixed with a hint of resolve and defiance.
Luceris plucks the flower he had been admiring, a light smile playing on his lips. “Since you are looking forward to it, let’s hope you don’t hate it.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<</if>>
His fingers carefully pluck the petals from a flower one by one, each delicate petal falling to the ground like a whisper of what once was.
Home. The word, spoken with such ease, feels foreign and almost unreal as it hangs in the air.
Technically, Luceris is right.
Rosea—this opulent palace and the surrounding land—had indeed become your home. It was here that all your belongings were now kept, the place where your life had been plucked and transplanted.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rosea is not your home, not in the way that matters.|ch4-18a][$home to "notrosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Home isn’t something that exists for you. Not here nor in Vesphire.|ch4-18b][$home to "nowhere"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Somewhere along the years Rosea became home in every sense of the word.|ch4-18c][$home to "rosea"]]</span>You raise an eyebrow and ask, “Did you wake up on the right side of the bed for once?”
Luceris chuckles, a sound that seems to dance on the warm breeze. “I suppose I did. Though, if I didn’t, you’d be the first to hear about it. I trust you are ready for your journey?”
<<if visited("ch4-1-A")>>“Unfortunately, I am.”
“Not looking forward to it?” He probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“No.” Your response is terse, filled with a reluctance that mirrors his earlier mirth.
Luceris smiles, his fingers gently plucking the flower he had been admiring, “I suppose we have that in common.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“There is a certain freedom in knowing you can always choose to return. So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<<else>>““I am,” you affirm.
“Then you are looking forward to it?” he probes further, his brow arching slightly.
“Yes.” Your response is short, mixed with a hint of resolve and defiance.
Luceris plucks the flower he had been admiring, a light smile playing on his lips. “Since you are looking forward to it, let’s hope you don’t hate it.”
Holding the flower loosely between his fingers, he looks at you with an expression that mixes humor with a hint of seriousness, a rare combination for someone so often swayed by his own capricious moods.
“So if you dislike it too much, you can always come back home early,” Luceris suggests with a tone far gentler than you have ever heard from him, standing in front of you.<</if>>
His fingers carefully pluck the petals from a flower one by one, each delicate petal falling to the ground like a whisper of what once was.
Home. The word, spoken with such ease, feels foreign and almost unreal as it hangs in the air.
Technically, Luceris is right.
Rosea—this opulent palace and the surrounding land—had indeed become your home. It was here that all your belongings were now kept, the place where your life had been plucked and transplanted.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rosea is not your home, not in the way that matters.|ch4-18a][$home to "notrosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Home isn’t something that exists for you. Not here nor in Vesphire.|ch4-18b][$home to "nowhere"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Somewhere along the years Rosea became home in every sense of the word.|ch4-18c][$home to "rosea"]]</span>Rosea is not your home, not in the way that matters.
It might be your residence, but it lacks the warmth and the memories that make a house a home.
The grand halls and lush gardens, despite their beauty, feel more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary.
Luceris, in his casual demeanor, seems to believe implicitly that this is your home.
To him, you are a part of Rosea, a bird in his meticulously tended garden. But for you, the garden lacks the fragrance of true belonging, the scent of a past that nothing can replace.
You watch him as he continues to pluck the petals. Each petal he discards feels like a piece of your life, torn away by him and left to wither on the ground.
Seeing Luceris now feels different.
When you were younger, he seemed so much taller and more imposing, a figure that dominated your world with his presence. His stature had an almost mythic quality, casting a long shadow over your life.
Yes, Luceris is still a very tall man, but the stature that once seemed to eclipse everything around him has diminished in your eyes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are very short.|ch4-19][$height to "very short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are short.|ch4-19][$height to "short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are of average height.|ch4-19][$height to "average"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Perhaps it is because you are now tall.|ch4-19][$height to "tall"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Perhaps it is because you are now very tall.|ch4-19][$height to "very tall"]]</span>Home isn’t something that exists for you. Not here nor in Vesphire.
The memories of Vesphire are distant and faded, like a dream half-remembered. The place of your birth, now shrouded in a haze of childhood recollections and the abrupt severing of ties when Luceris took you.
Rosea, on the other hand, has been your reality for so long that it feels like a distorted mirror of what home should be.
You are drifting between worlds that never quite fit. Home is not a place for you; it is a concept you have lost to the world.
Luceris, in his casual demeanor, seems to believe implicitly that this is your home.
To him, you are a part of Rosea, a bird in his meticulously tended garden. But for you, the garden lacks the fragrance of true belonging.
You watch him as he continues to pluck the petals. Each petal he discards feels like a piece of your life, torn away by him and left to wither on the ground.
Seeing Luceris now feels different.
When you were younger, he seemed so much taller and more imposing, a figure that dominated your world with his presence. His stature had an almost mythic quality, casting a long shadow over your life.
Yes, Luceris is still a very tall man, but the stature that once seemed to eclipse everything around him has diminished in your eyes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are very short.|ch4-19][$height to "very short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are short.|ch4-19][$height to "short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are of average height.|ch4-19][$height to "average"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Perhaps it is because you are now tall.|ch4-19][$height to "tall"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Perhaps it is because you are now very tall.|ch4-19][$height to "very tall"]]</span>Somewhere along the years, Rosea became home in every sense of the word.
The halls, the furnishings, and even the meticulously maintained gardens had become familiar to you. You knew the creak of certain doors, the way the light filtered through the windows at different times of the day, the scent of the flowers that bloomed each season. It was a place where you had found a semblance of routine and, reluctantly, a kind of home.
Luceris, in his casual demeanor, seems to believe implicitly that this is your home. And for once, he is right.
You watch him as he continues to pluck the petals. Each petal he discards feels like a reminder of the days you have spent here, each one contributing to the mosaic of your new home.
Seeing Luceris now feels different.
When you were younger, he seemed so much taller and more imposing, a figure that dominated your world with his presence. His stature had an almost mythic quality, casting a long shadow over your life.
Yes, Luceris is still a very tall man, but the stature that once seemed to eclipse everything around him has diminished in your eyes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are very short.|ch4-19][$height to "very short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are short.|ch4-19][$height to "short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even though you are of average height.|ch4-19][$height to "average"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Perhaps it is because you are now tall.|ch4-19][$height to "tall"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Perhaps it is because you are now very tall.|ch4-19][$height to "very tall"]]</span><<if $insanity gte 1>>Luceris interrupts your thoughts, turning the flower stem in his fingers. “You know,” he begins, his tone thoughtful, “everyone always says how similar you are to Catalina. They see the resemblance, your looks. But I have always thought you were much more like me.”
The comparison is not just about physical similarities or surface-level traits; it’s deeper, more intrinsic.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel sick, you don’t want to be like him.|ch4-20a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’ll gladly be like him if it means ruining his life someday. Just like he ruined yours.|ch4-20b]]</span><<else>>“Now that you’re heading to Vesphire, you will be taking on more responsibilities since you outrank everyone there,” he says, a hint of irritation in his voice. He then sighs, “I hope you will make that rat of a man—Falk, I mean—realize he is not as important as he thinks he is.”
His words catch you off guard. You hadn’t anticipated having any significant decision-making power while you were there, assuming instead that you would be sitting around as you do here.
The idea that you would be in a position of authority over Falk—a man who, despite his subservience to Luceris, held considerable power in Vesphire—was surprising. From what you know of him, he might not take kindly to being undercut by someone he perceives as an outsider, even if that outsider holds a higher title.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What happened to the ‘you will hold no real power’ speech you gave to me when I was merely nine years old?”|ch4-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What?”|ch4-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you serious? I will be making decisions?”|ch4-21c]]</span>
<<if $knowledge lte 10>><span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”|ch4-21d]]</span><<else>>==“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”==<</if>><</if>>There’s a certain warmth in his tone, the kind that might be mistaken for paternal pride under different circumstances. Yet, coming from him, it churns your stomach.
The idea that you might mirror him in any way, that the man responsible for so much of your pain could see parts of himself in you, is unsettling.
Before you can respond, Luceris continues, his voice taking on a more formal tone.
“Now that you’re heading to Vesphire, you will be taking on more responsibilities since you outrank everyone there,” he says, a hint of irritation in his voice. He then sighs, “I hope you will make that rat of a man—Falk, I mean—realize he is not as important as he thinks he is.”
His words catch you off guard. You hadn’t anticipated having any significant decision-making power while you were there, assuming instead that you would be sitting around as you do here.
The idea that you would be in a position of authority over Falk—a man who, despite his subservience to Luceris, held considerable power in Vesphire—was surprising. From what you know of him, he might not take kindly to being undercut by someone he perceives as an outsider, even if that outsider holds a higher title.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What happened to the ‘you will hold no real power’ speech you gave to me when I was merely nine years old?”|ch4-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What?”|ch4-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you serious? I will be making decisions?”|ch4-21c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $knowledge lte 50>>[[“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”|ch4-21d]]<<else>>==“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”==<</if>></span>The irony is bitter; he sees you as his mirror, a reflection of his own cunning and resolve.
Perhaps he is right. If you are like him, it is not by choice but by necessity, shaped by the need to survive in a world he so brutally altered.
And if being like him means you can dismantle the life he built, inflict upon him a fraction of the pain he caused you, then so be it. You will gladly embrace those traits.
Let him see the similarities. Let him feel that false sense of connection.
Because in the end, you will use it against him. You will be the ruin he never anticipated, the echo of his own deeds coming back to haunt him.
Before you can respond, Luceris continues, his voice taking on a more formal tone.
“Now that you’re heading to Vesphire, you will be taking on more responsibilities since you outrank everyone there,” he says, a hint of irritation in his voice. He then sighs, “I hope you will make that rat of a man—Falk, I mean—realize he is not as important as he thinks he is.”
His words catch you off guard. You hadn’t anticipated having any significant decision-making power while you were there, assuming instead that you would be sitting around as you do here.
The idea that you would be in a position of authority over Falk—a man who, despite his subservience to Luceris, held considerable power in Vesphire—was surprising. From what you know of him, he might not take kindly to being undercut by someone he perceives as an outsider, even if that outsider holds a higher title.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What happened to the ‘you will hold no real power’ speech you gave to me when I was merely nine years old?”|ch4-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What?”|ch4-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you serious? I will be making decisions?”|ch4-21c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $knowledge lte 50>>[[“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”|ch4-21d]]<<else>>==“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”==<</if>></span>“What happened to the ‘you will hold no real power’ speech you gave to me when I was merely nine years old?” you ask, a trace of sarcasm in your voice.
Luceris rolls his eyes, the casual demeanor vanishing like the petals he had just plucked away. “Well, things change, I suppose. I do not like the idea of that man giving you orders; it would make the royalty seem weak. I dislike nobles like him. Therefore, you will be the one making the decisions for the duration of your trip.”
The shift in his demeanor is palpable, and you can see the tension etched in his features.
“Falk has his uses, but he is insufferable,” Luceris continues, his fingers now stilling on the flower stem. “I need someone there who can remind him of his place, who can show him that his power is conditional, not absolute.”
You raise an eyebrow, processing his words, “And that someone is me?”
“For a month, yes,” Luceris confirms, his tone carrying a reminder that your role as the decision-maker, while significant, is also temporary. “Your actions and decisions will be reported back to me. Since Naima will be going with you, they can assist you, which will allow me to rest a bit easier.”
Indeed, it seems you will never fully escape Luceris’ watchful gaze, no matter how far you travel from his immediate reach.
“Your Majesties,” a guard interrupts, his voice cutting through the conversation. “Everything is prepared for the departure.”
Luceris clears his throat then nods in acknowledgment, “It is time.”
As you and Luceris begin to walk towards the carriages, Lancelot joins the two of you.<<if visited("ch4-10c") + visited("ch4-10a") + visited("ch4-10b") gte 1>>His presence is silent and he avoids looking directly at you.<<else>>He gives you the warm smile he has always given you.<</if>>
When you arrive, you see that Naima and Fadiya are already there. Noticing your approach, Fadiya rushes over with a broad smile, her purple dress flowing pleasingly with each step. Naima follows her, a composed presence beside Fadiya’s liveliness.
You will be beginning the journey to Vesphire with Naima and Fadiya, as the true mission of this journey is to see if your presence could stabilize the volatile environment there, making the presence of the mages essential.
“We have everything prepared,” Naima announces, her voice calm and reassuring. “All protocols are in place, and I’ll ensure we adhere to them.”
Luceris nods, “Alright, Where is Vincent? I hope he’s not always late to such things.”
“He must be saying goodbye to his family.”
<<if $Vincent_attrac gte 1>>How could you forget he was coming along?<<else>>You almost forgot he was coming along.<</if>>
“Ready?” Fadiya asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“As ready as I’ll ever be.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No, not really.”|ch4-22]]</span>“What?” you ask, taken aback.
Luceris rolls his eyes, his seemingly casual mood evaporating along with the fallen petals. “I do not like the idea of that man giving you orders. It would make the royalty seem weak. I hate nobles like him. Therefore, you will be the one making the decisions for the duration of your trip.”
The shift in his demeanor is palpable, and you can see the tension etched in his features.
“Falk has his uses, but he is insufferable,” Luceris continues, his fingers now stilling on the flower stem. “I need someone there who can remind him of his place, who can show him that his power is conditional, not absolute.”
You raise an eyebrow, processing his words, “And that someone is me?”
“For a month, yes,” Luceris confirms, his tone carrying a reminder that your role as the decision-maker, while significant, is also temporary. “Your actions and decisions will be reported back to me. Since Naima will be going with you, they can assist you, which will allow me to rest a bit easier.”
Indeed, it seems you will never fully escape Luceris’ watchful gaze, no matter how far you travel from his immediate reach.
“Your Majesties,” a guard interrupts, his voice cutting through the conversation. “Everything is prepared for the departure.”
Luceris clears his throat then nods in acknowledgment, “It is time.”
As you and Luceris begin to walk towards the carriages, Lancelot joins the two of you.<<if visited("ch4-10c") + visited("ch4-10a") + visited("ch4-10b") gte 1>>His presence is silent and he avoids looking directly at you.<<else>>He gives you the warm smile he has always given you.<</if>>
When you arrive, you see that Naima and Fadiya are already there. Noticing your approach, Fadiya rushes over with a broad smile, her purple dress flowing pleasingly with each step. Naima follows her, a composed presence beside Fadiya’s liveliness.
You will be beginning the journey to Vesphire with Naima and Fadiya, as the true mission of this journey is to see if your presence could stabilize the volatile environment there, making the presence of the mages essential.
“We have everything prepared,” Naima announces, her voice calm and reassuring. “All protocols are in place, and I’ll ensure we adhere to them.”
Luceris nods, “Alright, Where is Vincent? I hope he’s not always late to such things.”
“He must be saying goodbye to his family.”
<<if $Vincent_attrac gte 1>>How could you forget he was coming along?<<else>>You almost forgot he was coming along.<</if>>
“Ready?” Fadiya asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“As ready as I’ll ever be.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No, not really.”|ch4-22]]</span>“Are you serious? I will be making decisions?” you ask, taken aback.
Luceris rolls his eyes, his seemingly casual mood evaporating along with the fallen petals. “I do not like the idea of that man giving you orders. It would make the royalty seem weak. I hate nobles like him. Therefore, you will be the one making the decisions for the duration of your trip.”
The shift in his demeanor is palpable, and you can see the tension etched in his features.
“Falk has his uses, but he is insufferable,” Luceris continues, his fingers now stilling on the flower stem. “I need someone there who can remind him of his place, who can show him that his power is conditional, not absolute.”
You raise an eyebrow, processing his words, “And that someone is me?”
“For a month, yes,” Luceris confirms, his tone carrying a reminder that your role as the decision-maker, while significant, is also temporary. “Your actions and decisions will be reported back to me. Since Naima will be going with you, they can assist you, which will allow me to rest a bit easier.”
Indeed, it seems you will never fully escape Luceris’ watchful gaze, no matter how far you travel from his immediate reach.
“Your Majesties,” a guard interrupts, his voice cutting through the conversation. “Everything is prepared for the departure.”
Luceris clears his throat then nods in acknowledgment, “It is time.”
As you and Luceris begin to walk towards the carriages, Lancelot joins the two of you.<<if visited("ch4-10c") + visited("ch4-10a") + visited("ch4-10b") gte 1>>His presence is silent and he avoids looking directly at you.<<else>>He gives you the warm smile he has always given you.<</if>>
When you arrive, you see that Naima and Fadiya are already there. Noticing your approach, Fadiya rushes over with a broad smile, her purple dress flowing pleasingly with each step. Naima follows her, a composed presence beside Fadiya’s liveliness.
You will be beginning the journey to Vesphire with Naima and Fadiya, as the true mission of this journey is to see if your presence could stabilize the volatile environment there, making the presence of the mages essential.
“We have everything prepared,” Naima announces, her voice calm and reassuring. “All protocols are in place, and I’ll ensure we adhere to them.”
Luceris nods, “Alright, Where is Vincent? I hope he’s not always late to such things.”
“He must be saying goodbye to his family.”
<<if $Vincent_attrac gte 1>>How could you forget he was coming along?<<else>>You almost forgot he was coming along.<</if>>
“Ready?” Fadiya asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“As ready as I’ll ever be.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No, not really.”|ch4-22]]</span>“I hope you understand that I do not know anything about anything.”
Luceris sighs, a note of exasperation evident, “Did you truly not absorb anything from your classes?”
“I did not,” you reply.
Luceris sighs once again, “I do not like the idea of that man giving you orders. It would make the royalty seem weak. I hate nobles like him. Therefore, you will be the one making the decisions for the duration of your trip.”
The shift in his demeanor is palpable, and you can see the tension etched in his features.
“Falk has his uses, but he is insufferable,” Luceris continues, his fingers now stilling on the flower stem. “I need someone there who can remind him of his place, who can show him that his power is conditional, not absolute.”
You raise an eyebrow, processing his words, “And that someone is me?”
“For a month, yes,” Luceris confirms, his tone carrying a reminder that your role as the decision-maker, while significant, is also temporary. “Your actions and decisions will be reported back to me. Since Naima will be going with you, they can assist you, which will allow me to rest a bit easier.”
Indeed, it seems you will never fully escape Luceris’ watchful gaze, no matter how far you travel from his immediate reach.
“Your Majesties,” a guard interrupts, his voice cutting through the conversation. “Everything is prepared for the departure.”
Luceris clears his throat then nods in acknowledgment, “It is time.”
As you and Luceris begin to walk towards the carriages, Lancelot joins the two of you.<<if visited("ch4-10c") + visited("ch4-10a") + visited("ch4-10b") gte 1>>His presence is silent and he avoids looking directly at you.<<else>>He gives you the warm smile he has always given you.<</if>>
When you arrive, you see that Naima and Fadiya are already there. Noticing your approach, Fadiya rushes over with a broad smile, her purple dress flowing pleasingly with each step. Naima follows her, a composed presence beside Fadiya’s liveliness.
You will be beginning the journey to Vesphire with Naima and Fadiya, as the true mission of this journey is to see if your presence could stabilize the volatile environment there, making the presence of the mages essential.
“We have everything prepared,” Naima announces, her voice calm and reassuring. “All protocols are in place, and I’ll ensure we adhere to them.”
Luceris nods, “Alright, Where is Vincent? I hope he’s not always late to such things.”
“He must be saying goodbye to his family.”
<<if $Vincent_attrac gte 1>>How could you forget he was coming along?<<else>>You almost forgot he was coming along.<</if>>
“Ready?” Fadiya asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“As ready as I’ll ever be.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose.”|ch4-22]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No, not really.”|ch4-22]]</span>Fadiya smiles warmly, “At least we are going together! I do wish we were leaving with the others, but mama has some work to do at the Tower, so we are departing a day earlier.”
“What kind of work?” you ask, curious.
Fadiya hums thoughtfully, “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s related to the recent concerns of Princess Soarine.”
It made sense that Lady Naima would be looking into the princess’ concerns, given their seriousness.
<<if not visited("ch3-52a")>>The Arcana Tower, a relatively new establishment, stands as the physical representation of the Order of Arcana—a safe haven and a symbol of hope for mages.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You visited it before because of your duties.|ch4-23a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You visited it before because of Fadiya.|ch4-23b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You haven’t visited because you do not want to.|ch4-23c]]</span><<else>>As Luceris’ voice fades into the background, discussing last-minute details with Lady Naima and Lancelot, you turn your head and catch sight of Vincent.
His younger brother walks beside him, animatedly chatting away. It’s clear from the remnants of tears on Felix’s cheeks that he had been crying not long ago, but now his face is lit up with a wide smile. Vincent listens attentively, his demeanor patient and gentle as he nods and responds to his brother’s endless chatter.
Ikram walks just behind them, her expression unexpectedly soft.
As you watch Vincent and his family approach, Naima notices them as well and walks closer to him, her steps graceful and measured. Vincent, still listening attentively to Felix’s cheerful chatter, looks up and meets Naima’s gaze, offering her a nod.
“I see Felix has quite a lot to say this morning,” Naima comments, her eyes twinkling as she looks at the younger boy.
“Yes,” he replies, glancing down at his brother. “Felix is making sure I don’t miss any details before I go.”
Felix beams up at Naima, “I’m telling him all about my day, so he won’t forget anything while he’s gone!”
Naima crouches slightly to meet Felix’s gaze, “That is very thoughtful of you, Felix. Your brother will have so many good memories to think about.”
Felix’s smile widens, his eyes suddenly fall onto you. <<if not visited("ch3-52b-e")>>He waves at you cheerfully.<<else>>His smile falters and he looks away.<</if>>
Ikram stands a few steps back and as she watches Naima and Vincent together, the softness in her expression seems to harden slightly, her eyes narrowing ever so subtly.
She steps forward, her eyes never leaving Vincent and Naima. “Vincent, make sure you take care of yourself,” she says, her voice steady but lacking the softness it had moments before. “And listen to Naima, she’ll guide you well.”
Vincent nods.
Felix gives Vincent one last tight hug, “Come back soon, alright?”
Vincent kneels down to his brother’s level, hugging him back just as tightly, “I will, Felix. Be good.”
Felix nods earnestly, stepping back to stand beside Ikram.
Naima stands back up, her eyes meeting Ikram’s briefly before turning back to Vincent. “We should get going. It’s a long journey, and we need to make the most of the daylight.”
Naima gently places a hand on Vincent’s arm, guiding him toward the carriages where you and the others are waiting.
Fadiya stands quietly as Vincent approaches, deciding to ignore his presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Awkwardly greet him, “Hello.”|ch4-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to make conversation, “Are you looking forward to the trip?”|ch4-24b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Will you always be late? I’m not sure if you’ll actually be able to protect me.”|ch4-24c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Grumble, “I don’t know why you’re coming along.”|ch4-24d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him in fear of making the situation even more tense.|ch4-24e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him, you ignore him as well.|ch4-24f]]</span><</if>>The mention of the Arcana Tower immediately triggers a memory in your mind—the bustling halls filled with a myriad of people, the buzz of excitement intermingling with conversations, and the vibrant atmosphere echoing through the grand architecture.
You visited the Arcana Tower due to your duty as Consort, to acquaint yourself with the Order’s initiatives. Your presence there was a ceremonial acknowledgment, an act expected of someone in your position.
Truthfully, the people you met were quite nice to you. Maybe because they understood what it was like to be treated unfairly despite being innocent.
As Luceris’ voice fades into the background, discussing last-minute details with Lady Naima and Lancelot, you turn your head and catch sight of Vincent.
His younger brother walks beside him, animatedly chatting away. It’s clear from the remnants of tears on Felix’s cheeks that he had been crying not long ago, but now his face is lit up with a wide smile. Vincent listens attentively, his demeanor patient and gentle as he nods and responds to his brother’s endless chatter.
Ikram walks just behind them, her expression unexpectedly soft.
As you watch Vincent and his family approach, Naima notices them as well and walks closer to him, her steps graceful and measured. Vincent, still listening attentively to Felix’s cheerful chatter, looks up and meets Naima’s gaze, offering her a nod.
“I see Felix has quite a lot to say this morning,” Naima comments, her eyes twinkling as she looks at the younger boy.
“Yes,” he replies, glancing down at his brother. “Felix is making sure I don’t miss any details before I go.”
Felix beams up at Naima, “I’m telling him all about my day, so he won’t forget anything while he’s gone!”
Naima crouches slightly to meet Felix’s gaze, “That is very thoughtful of you, Felix. Your brother will have so many good memories to think about.”
Felix’s smile widens, his eyes suddenly fall onto you. <<if not visited("ch3-52b-e")>>He waves at you cheerfully.<<else>>His smile falters and he looks away.<</if>>
Ikram stands a few steps back and as she watches Naima and Vincent together, the softness in her expression seems to harden slightly, her eyes narrowing ever so subtly.
She steps forward, her eyes never leaving Vincent and Naima. “Vincent, make sure you take care of yourself,” she says, her voice steady but lacking the softness it had moments before. “And listen to Naima, she’ll guide you well.”
Vincent nods.
Felix gives Vincent one last tight hug, “Come back soon, alright?”
Vincent kneels down to his brother’s level, hugging him back just as tightly, “I will, Felix. Be good.”
Felix nods earnestly, stepping back to stand beside Ikram.
Naima stands back up, her eyes meeting Ikram’s briefly before turning back to Vincent. “We should get going. It’s a long journey, and we need to make the most of the daylight.”
Naima gently places a hand on Vincent’s arm, guiding him toward the carriages where you and the others are waiting.
Fadiya stands quietly as Vincent approaches, deciding to ignore his presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Awkwardly greet him, “Hello.”|ch4-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to make conversation, “Are you looking forward to the trip?”|ch4-24b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Will you always be late? I’m not sure if you’ll actually be able to protect me.”|ch4-24c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Grumble, “I don’t know why you’re coming along.”|ch4-24d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him in fear of making the situation even more tense.|ch4-24e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him, you ignore him as well.|ch4-24f]]</span>The mention of the Arcana Tower immediately triggers a memory in your mind—the bustling halls filled with a myriad of people, the buzz of excitement intermingling with conversations, and the vibrant atmosphere echoing through the grand architecture.
You recall the first time you visited the Tower, a visit primarily prompted by Fadiya’s enthusiasm. You went there because of her.
Fadiya had guided you through the various chambers, her excitement evident as she explained the significance of each space, the newfound sense of belonging mages found within the Tower’s walls.
Truthfully, the people you met were quite nice to you. Maybe because they understood what it was like to be treated unfairly despite being innocent.
As Luceris’ voice fades into the background, discussing last-minute details with Lady Naima and Lancelot, you turn your head and catch sight of Vincent.
His younger brother walks beside him, animatedly chatting away. It’s clear from the remnants of tears on Felix’s cheeks that he had been crying not long ago, but now his face is lit up with a wide smile. Vincent listens attentively, his demeanor patient and gentle as he nods and responds to his brother’s endless chatter.
Ikram walks just behind them, her expression unexpectedly soft.
As you watch Vincent and his family approach, Naima notices them as well and walks closer to him, her steps graceful and measured. Vincent, still listening attentively to Felix’s cheerful chatter, looks up and meets Naima’s gaze, offering her a nod.
“I see Felix has quite a lot to say this morning,” Naima comments, her eyes twinkling as she looks at the younger boy.
“Yes,” he replies, glancing down at his brother. “Felix is making sure I don’t miss any details before I go.”
Felix beams up at Naima, “I’m telling him all about my day, so he won’t forget anything while he’s gone!”
Naima crouches slightly to meet Felix’s gaze, “That is very thoughtful of you, Felix. Your brother will have so many good memories to think about.”
Felix’s smile widens, his eyes suddenly fall onto you. <<if not visited("ch3-52b-e")>>He waves at you cheerfully.<<else>>His smile falters and he looks away.<</if>>
Ikram stands a few steps back and as she watches Naima and Vincent together, the softness in her expression seems to harden slightly, her eyes narrowing ever so subtly.
She steps forward, her eyes never leaving Vincent and Naima. “Vincent, make sure you take care of yourself,” she says, her voice steady but lacking the softness it had moments before. “And listen to Naima, she’ll guide you well.”
Vincent nods.
Felix gives Vincent one last tight hug, “Come back soon, alright?”
Vincent kneels down to his brother’s level, hugging him back just as tightly, “I will, Felix. Be good.”
Felix nods earnestly, stepping back to stand beside Ikram.
Naima stands back up, her eyes meeting Ikram’s briefly before turning back to Vincent. “We should get going. It’s a long journey, and we need to make the most of the daylight.”
Naima gently places a hand on Vincent’s arm, guiding him toward the carriages where you and the others are waiting.
Fadiya stands quietly as Vincent approaches, deciding to ignore his presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Awkwardly greet him, “Hello.”|ch4-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to make conversation, “Are you looking forward to the trip?”|ch4-24b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Will you always be late? I’m not sure if you’ll actually be able to protect me.”|ch4-24c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Grumble, “I don’t know why you’re coming along.”|ch4-24d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him in fear of making the situation even more tense.|ch4-24e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him, you ignore him as well.|ch4-24f]]</span>Despite being the Consort of Rosea, your involvement in matters pertaining to the Order of Arcana has been limited, at best. Simply because you didn’t want to be involved.
The Tower remains a place you have only heard about secondhand, through conversations with Naima and the occasional tidbit from Luceris, but never visited.
As Luceris’ voice fades into the background, discussing last-minute details with Lady Naima and Lancelot, you turn your head and catch sight of Vincent.
His younger brother walks beside him, animatedly chatting away. It’s clear from the remnants of tears on Felix’s cheeks that he had been crying not long ago, but now his face is lit up with a wide smile. Vincent listens attentively, his demeanor patient and gentle as he nods and responds to his brother’s endless chatter.
Ikram walks just behind them, her expression unexpectedly soft.
As you watch Vincent and his family approach, Naima notices them as well and walks closer to him, her steps graceful and measured. Vincent, still listening attentively to Felix’s cheerful chatter, looks up and meets Naima’s gaze, offering her a nod.
“I see Felix has quite a lot to say this morning,” Naima comments, her eyes twinkling as she looks at the younger boy.
“Yes,” he replies, glancing down at his brother. “Felix is making sure I don’t miss any details before I go.”
Felix beams up at Naima, “I’m telling him all about my day, so he won’t forget anything while he’s gone!”
Naima crouches slightly to meet Felix’s gaze, “That is very thoughtful of you, Felix. Your brother will have so many good memories to think about.”
Felix’s smile widens, his eyes suddenly fall onto you. <<if not visited("ch3-52b-e")>>He waves at you cheerfully.<<else>>His smile falters and he looks away.<</if>>
Ikram stands a few steps back and as she watches Naima and Vincent together, the softness in her expression seems to harden slightly, her eyes narrowing ever so subtly.
She steps forward, her eyes never leaving Vincent and Naima. “Vincent, make sure you take care of yourself,” she says, her voice steady but lacking the softness it had moments before. “And listen to Naima, she’ll guide you well.”
Vincent nods.
Felix gives Vincent one last tight hug, “Come back soon, alright?”
Vincent kneels down to his brother’s level, hugging him back just as tightly, “I will, Felix. Be good.”
Felix nods earnestly, stepping back to stand beside Ikram.
Naima stands back up, her eyes meeting Ikram’s briefly before turning back to Vincent. “We should get going. It’s a long journey, and we need to make the most of the daylight.”
Naima gently places a hand on Vincent’s arm, guiding him toward the carriages where you and the others are waiting.
Fadiya stands quietly as Vincent approaches, deciding to ignore his presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Awkwardly greet him, “Hello.”|ch4-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to make conversation, “Are you looking forward to the trip?”|ch4-24b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Will you always be late? I’m not sure if you’ll actually be able to protect me.”|ch4-24c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Grumble, “I don’t know why you’re coming along.”|ch4-24d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him in fear of making the situation even more tense.|ch4-24e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t greet him, you ignore him as well.|ch4-24f]]</span>You awkwardly clear your throat and offer a tentative greeting, “Hello.”
Vincent barely glances at you, his expression stony. “Your Majesty,” he replies curtly, his tone conveying the bare minimum of civility.
The exchange leaves an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air.
“Go on then, I can’t put on the protective barrier until everyone is inside.” Naima says.
You look around one last time and see Lancelot.
<<if not visited("ch4-10c")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Say goodbye to him.|ch4-25a]]</span><<else>>==Say goodbye to him.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just go sit in the carriage.|ch4-25b]]</span>You decide to try and make conversation, hoping to ease the tension. “Are you looking forward to the trip?” you ask, your tone attempting to be light and friendly.
Vincent’s expression barely changes as he responds, “I’m here to do my duty, Your Majesty.”
His words are clipped, leaving no room for further discussion.
You try to smile, “Right.”
The exchange leaves an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air.
“Go on then, I can’t put on the protective spell until everyone is inside.” Naima says.
You look around one last time and see Lancelot.
<<if not visited("ch4-10c")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Say goodbye to him.|ch4-25a]]</span><<else>>==Say goodbye to him.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just go sit in the carriage.|ch4-25b]]</span>Your tone laced with impatience, “Will you always be late? I’m not sure if you’ll actually be able to protect me.”
Vincent’s expression hardens, his eyes narrowing as he meets your gaze. “I will fulfill my duty,” he replies curtly, the warmth he showed to his family conspicuously absent.
The exchange leaves an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air.
“Go on then, I can’t put on the protective spell until everyone is inside.” Naima says.
You look around one last time and see Lancelot.
<<if not visited("ch4-10c")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Say goodbye to him.|ch4-25a]]</span><<else>>==Say goodbye to him.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just go sit in the carriage.|ch4-25b]]</span>You can’t help but grumble under your breath, “I don’t know why you’re coming along.”
Vincent’s eyes flick to you, “Because it is my duty.” he replies curtly, his tone making it feel as if he thinks you are an idiot.
“Go on then, I can’t put on the protective spell until everyone is inside.” Naima says.
You look around one last time and see Lancelot.
<<if not visited("ch4-10c")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Say goodbye to him.|ch4-25a]]</span><<else>>==Say goodbye to him.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just go sit in the carriage.|ch4-25b]]</span>You decide not to greet him, fearing it might only add to the tension. Vincent likely wouldn’t appreciate the gesture, and any attempt at pleasantries could make the situation even more strained.
“Go on then, I can’t put on the protective spell until everyone is inside.” Naima says.
You look around one last time and see Lancelot.
<<if not visited("ch4-10c")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Say goodbye to him.|ch4-25a]]</span><<else>>==Say goodbye to him.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just go sit in the carriage.|ch4-25b]]</span>You decide not to greet him, opting instead to ignore him as well. His cold demeanor towards you has never wavered, and you see no reason to extend any warmth that will not be reciprocated.
“Go on then, I can’t put on the protective spell until everyone is inside.” Naima says.
You look around one last time and see Lancelot.
<<if not visited("ch4-10c")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Say goodbye to him.|ch4-25a]]</span><<else>>==Say goodbye to him.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just go sit in the carriage.|ch4-25b]]</span>You glance around one last time and spot Lancelot standing a little way off.
You walk over to him, each step weighted with unspoken words. As you approach, Lancelot’s expression softens.
“I wanted to say goodbye,” you say.
Lancelot nods, maintaining a respectful distance given the public setting. “I’ll be here when you return,” he says simply, his words straightforward yet laden with a promise.
The moment feels fleeting, yet it grounds you, providing a small anchor before you embark on the uncertain journey ahead.
With a final nod, you turn to climb into the carriage. Just as you settle in, you hear a familiar voice calling your name. Turning, you see Soarine approaching, her smile broad and warm.
“I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye,” she says, her tone filled with genuine warmth.
“I heard you were coming to Vesphire as well, did I hear wrong?” you ask, slightly puzzled.
“No,” Soarine shakes her head. “I will be visiting with you but I’m leaving tomorrow along with Helios. I still wanted to say goodbye, even if I’ll see you soon.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Simply say, “Well, goodbye.”|ch4-26a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Playfully say, “Don’t make me wait for too long.”|ch4-26b][$soa_ro to 1]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “I look forward to seeing you soon then.”|ch4-26c]]</span>With a final nod, you turn to climb into the carriage. Just as you settle in, you hear a familiar voice calling your name. Turning, you see Soarine approaching, her smile broad and warm.
“I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye,” she says, her tone filled with genuine warmth.
“I heard you were coming to Vesphire as well, did I hear wrong?” you ask, slightly puzzled.
“No,” Soarine shakes her head. “I will be visiting with you but I’m leaving tomorrow along with Helios. I still wanted to say goodbye, even if I’ll see you soon.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Simply say, “Well, goodbye.”|ch4-26a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Playfully say, “Don’t make me wait for too long.”|ch4-26b][$soa_ro to 1]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “I look forward to seeing you soon then.”|ch4-26c]]</span>“Well, goodbye,” you reply simply.
Her smile widens ever so slightly at your response, a subtle shift that you almost miss. “Safe travels,” she adds, her voice soft.
As Soarine steps back, you see Naima finishing the last touches of a protective spell around the carriage. She then steps inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
The carriage begins to move, the gentle sway lulling you into a contemplative state. You look out the window, watching the familiar sight of the palace fade into the distance.
The initial pace is slow and steady, giving you time to absorb the reality of your departure. However, as the minutes pass, you notice the carriage picking up speed, accelerating to a pace you’ve never experienced before.
Naima reaches over and closes the curtain, blocking your view, “You’ll get dizzy if you keep looking out.”
Curiosity piqued, you turn to her, “How is it going so fast?”
Naima’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Magic is useful, isn’t it?” she replies, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
The world outside moves faster than you thought possible, shrinking the distance between your past and whatever awaits you in Vesphire. You think about the first stop on your journey—the tower of arcana.
“How long will it take to get to the Tower?” you inquire, trying to gauge just how much magic is affecting your travel.
Naima settles into her seat, her expression calm and reassuring. “Usually, it would be an eight-hour journey by standard means,” she explains, “but with magic, we will make it in about four hours. We will be staying there tonight, and tomorrow morning, the others will join us for the remainder of the journey.”
“And how long will it take to reach Vesphire?” you ask, curiosity and a hint of anxiety lacing your words.
“We will be there in three days, and then it will be a few hours until we reach the palace,” Naima replies.
You remember the last time you traveled this path—it had taken two weeks, partially due to illness that delayed the journey. The fact that it would now take only three days is bewildering.
Unable to look out the window due to the enchanted speed of your travel, you glance around the carriage instead. Usually, Fadiya would be chattering away, but it’s unusually quiet. You look over at her and see that she is staring at the space beneath her seat, carved out so that Asha, her frog, can sit comfortably. The frog seems to be asleep, its steady breathing adding a rhythmic sound to the otherwise silent carriage.
Beside you sits Vincent, as quiet and composed as ever, his posture straight and rigid like a tree. His demeanor exudes a calm energy, and you can’t help but feel a bit envious of his composure.
You feel his gaze shift towards you, sensing that he caught you staring.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look away.|ch4-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile at him.|ch4-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink at him.|ch4-27c][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span> ❤️🔥“Don’t make me wait too long,” you say, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
Soarine’s eyes light up, her smile widening almost imperceptibly. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she laughs, her gaze holding yours a beat longer than necessary.
As Soarine steps back, you see Naima finishing the last touches of a protective spell around the carriage. She then steps inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
The carriage begins to move, the gentle sway lulling you into a contemplative state. You look out the window, watching the familiar sight of the palace fade into the distance.
The initial pace is slow and steady, giving you time to absorb the reality of your departure. However, as the minutes pass, you notice the carriage picking up speed, accelerating to a pace you’ve never experienced before.
Naima reaches over and closes the curtain, blocking your view, “You’ll get dizzy if you keep looking out.”
Curiosity piqued, you turn to her, “How is it going so fast?”
Naima’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Magic is useful, isn’t it?” she replies, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
The world outside moves faster than you thought possible, shrinking the distance between your past and whatever awaits you in Vesphire. You think about the first stop on your journey—the tower of arcana.
“How long will it take to get to the Tower?” you inquire, trying to gauge just how much magic is affecting your travel.
Naima settles into her seat, her expression calm and reassuring. “Usually, it would be an eight-hour journey by standard means,” she explains, “but with magic, we will make it in about four hours. We will be staying there tonight, and tomorrow morning, the others will join us for the remainder of the journey.”
“And how long will it take to reach Vesphire?” you ask, curiosity and a hint of anxiety lacing your words.
“We will be there in three days, and then it will be a few hours until we reach the palace,” Naima replies.
You remember the last time you traveled this path—it had taken two weeks, partially due to illness that delayed the journey. The fact that it would now take only three days is bewildering.
Unable to look out the window due to the enchanted speed of your travel, you glance around the carriage instead. Usually, Fadiya would be chattering away, but it’s unusually quiet. You look over at her and see that she is staring at the space beneath her seat, carved out so that Asha, her frog, can sit comfortably. The frog seems to be asleep, its steady breathing adding a rhythmic sound to the otherwise silent carriage.
Beside you sits Vincent, as quiet and composed as ever, his posture straight and rigid like a tree. His demeanor exudes a calm energy, and you can’t help but feel a bit envious of his composure.
You feel his gaze shift towards you, sensing that he caught you staring.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look away.|ch4-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile at him.|ch4-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink at him.|ch4-27c][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥“I look forward to seeing you soon then,” you reply with a smile.
She nods, stepping back and waving, “Safe travels.”
As Soarine steps back, you see Naima finishing the last touches of a protective spell around the carriage. She then steps inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
The carriage begins to move, the gentle sway lulling you into a contemplative state. You look out the window, watching the familiar sight of the palace fade into the distance.
The initial pace is slow and steady, giving you time to absorb the reality of your departure. However, as the minutes pass, you notice the carriage picking up speed, accelerating to a pace you’ve never experienced before.
Naima reaches over and closes the curtain, blocking your view, “You’ll get dizzy if you keep looking out.”
Curiosity piqued, you turn to her, “How is it going so fast?”
Naima’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Magic is useful, isn’t it?” she replies, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
The world outside moves faster than you thought possible, shrinking the distance between your past and whatever awaits you in Vesphire. You think about the first stop on your journey—the tower of arcana.
“How long will it take to get to the Tower?” you inquire, trying to gauge just how much magic is affecting your travel.
Naima settles into her seat, her expression calm and reassuring. “Usually, it would be an eight-hour journey by standard means,” she explains, “but with magic, we will make it in about four hours. We will be staying there tonight, and tomorrow morning, the others will join us for the remainder of the journey.”
“And how long will it take to reach Vesphire?” you ask, curiosity and a hint of anxiety lacing your words.
“We will be there in three days, and then it will be a few hours until we reach the palace,” Naima replies.
You remember the last time you traveled this path—it had taken two weeks, partially due to illness that delayed the journey. The fact that it would now take only three days is bewildering.
Unable to look out the window due to the enchanted speed of your travel, you glance around the carriage instead. Usually, Fadiya would be chattering away, but it’s unusually quiet. You look over at her and see that she is staring at the space beneath her seat, carved out so that Asha, her frog, can sit comfortably. The frog seems to be asleep, its steady breathing adding a rhythmic sound to the otherwise silent carriage.
Beside you sits Vincent, as quiet and composed as ever, his posture straight and rigid like a tree. His demeanor exudes a calm energy, and you can’t help but feel a bit envious of his composure.
You feel his gaze shift towards you, sensing that he caught you staring.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look away.|ch4-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile at him.|ch4-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink at him.|ch4-27c][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥“Seems we’re in for a long ride,” Fadiya remarks, breaking the silence with a hint of impatience.
“At least there are only a few hours left until we reach our first stop,” Naima says, trying to infuse some optimism into the conversation.
“Am I supposed to help you with… things, or can I look around with $name?” Fadiya asks Naima, her tone casual but with an underlying eagerness to escape the tension in the carriage.
“You can do as you wish,” Naima replies, smiling gently. “I won’t need your help.”
Fadiya nods, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes, “Alright then, I’ll show $name around when we stop.” She turns toward you, a wide grin spreading across her face, “There are experiments going on all the time—people working with all kinds of magic. It will be fun to see.”
“What kind of experiments?” You ask.
“Last time I was there, they were working on communication stones that can connect with others over great distances. I hope they are close to being completed, perhaps we can take some for ourselves!”
For the rest of the ride, the tension in the carriage melts away as Fadiya continues to describe to you the wonders that await at the Tower.
[[Continue|ch4-28]]You smile at him.
Vincent meets your gaze for a moment, then looks away with a sigh.
Turning away, you find Fadiya’s questioning eyes on you. She raises an eyebrow, a silent inquiry about the silent exchange with Vincent.
“Seems we’re in for a long ride,” Fadiya remarks, breaking the silence with a hint of impatience.
“At least there are only a few hours left until we reach our first stop,” Naima says, trying to infuse some optimism into the conversation.
“Am I supposed to help you with… things, or can I look around with $name?” Fadiya asks Naima, her tone casual but with an underlying eagerness to escape the tension in the carriage.
“You can do as you wish,” Naima replies, smiling gently. “I won’t need your help.”
Fadiya nods, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes, “Alright then, I’ll show $name around when we stop.” She turns toward you, a wide grin spreading across her face, “There are experiments going on all the time—people working with all kinds of magic. It will be fun to see.”
“What kind of experiments?” You ask.
“Last time I was there, they were working on communication stones that can connect with others over great distances. I hope they are close to being completed, perhaps we can take some for ourselves!”
For the rest of the ride, the tension in the carriage melts away as Fadiya continues to describe to you the wonders that await at the Tower.
[[Continue|ch4-28]]Vincent meets your gaze for a moment, then looks away with a sigh.
Turning away, you find Fadiya’s questioning eyes on you. She raises an eyebrow, a silent inquiry about the silent exchange with Vincent.
“Seems we’re in for a long ride,” Fadiya remarks, breaking the silence with a hint of impatience.
“At least there are only a few hours left until we reach our first stop,” Naima says, trying to infuse some optimism into the conversation.
“Am I supposed to help you with… things, or can I look around with $name?” Fadiya asks Naima, her tone casual but with an underlying eagerness to escape the tension in the carriage.
“You can do as you wish,” Naima replies, smiling gently. “I won’t need your help.”
Fadiya nods, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes, “Alright then, I’ll show $name around when we stop.” She turns toward you, a wide grin spreading across her face, “There are experiments going on all the time—people working with all kinds of magic. It will be fun to see.”
“What kind of experiments?” You ask.
“Last time I was there, they were working on communication stones that can connect with others over great distances. I hope they are close to being completed, perhaps we can take some for ourselves!”
For the rest of the ride, the tension in the carriage melts away as Fadiya continues to describe to you the wonders that await at the Tower.
[[Continue|ch4-28]]After a few more hours, the carriage finally pulls to a halt.
You step out into the crisp air, stretching your limbs after the long journey. The area is a stark contrast to the bustling energy of Rosea. Here, further away from the cities, the environment is serene, dominated by a large tower standing a few years old, its architecture modern yet austere against the backdrop of the dense forest.
You can see the trees change in color and density—a clear sign of Vesphire’s wintry embrace being close. The air here is cooler, the breeze carrying whispers of the chill that defines Vesphire.
“Look at that,” Fadiya points across the river, her eyes wide with awe and a slight shiver. “Can you see how the trees change? It’s like stepping into another world.”
You nod, equally captivated by the stark differences in the landscape. The tower, while isolated, feels like a fortress, standing guard at the edge of two worlds.
“It’s colder than I expected,” Fadiya comments, almost to herself.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t think it’s that cold.”|ch4-28a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s already so different from the palace.”|ch4-28b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Will you warm me up? I’m freezing to death as we speak.”|ch4-28c][$Fadiya_attrac to Math.clamp($Fadiya_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥“It’s already so different from the palace.”
Fadiya nods, “I suppose I should have worn warmer clothes. Rosea always feels like summer, no matter the season, but here you can feel the difference.”
Naima is already busy, issuing instructions to the guards and ensuring everything is being properly handled.
Her efficient movements contrast sharply with Vincent, who stands quietly by your side, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He seems lost in thought, observing the landscape with caution, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword.
Naima finishes giving instructions to the guards, her voice clear and authoritative, yet warm. She turns to the group with a reassuring smile, “Alright, let’s go inside. There’s much to do, and it’s warmer in there.”
You follow her towards the entrance of the tower, noting the runes etched into the stonework. As soon as you cross the threshold, the atmosphere transforms dramatically. Inside, the tower is a hive of activity, bustling with mages moving about, their conversations and activities creating a lively, almost chaotic soundscape. It’s a stark contrast to the serene exterior.
“They recently put up a sound-blocking barrier,” Fadiya mentions. “It’s to keep the peace outside and help conceal our activities from prying eyes. Quite handy, don’t you think?”
<<if visited("ch4a") + visited("ch4b") + visited("ch3-52a-1") + visited("ch3-52a-2") gte 1>>You nod, “It’s quite effective. I didn’t expect such a lively atmosphere inside.”<<else>>You nod, “I was wondering why it was so quiet, the last time I visited it was quite noisy outside.”<</if>>
Naima turns back to you, “It’s necessary for our work, Your Majesty. We often need to test spells and conduct experiments, and the noise can be quite disruptive. The barrier allows us to work freely without disturbing the outside world.”
As you move further into the tower, a man approaches your group with hurried steps. His robes flutter slightly as he bows deeply before you, his eyes lowered in deference. “Welcome, Your Majesty. It is an honor to have you here. I trust the journey wasn’t too taxing?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was much easier thanks to the effort of our mages.”|ch4-29a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It wasn’t taxing at all.”|ch4-29b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was alright.”|ch4-29c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes and don’t answer.|ch4-29d]]</span>You smirk, playing along. “Will you warm me up? I’m freezing to death as we speak.”
Fadiya laughs, shaking her head. “You? Freezing? Everyone knows your body runs hotter. If anyone’s going to need warming up, it’ll be me!” She wraps her arms around herself dramatically, her breath visible in the cold air. “I’ll be the one shivering in Vesphire’s icy grip, not you.”
“It was worth a shot,” you say, pretending to be wounded.
Naima is already busy, issuing instructions to the guards and ensuring everything is being properly handled.
Her efficient movements contrast sharply with Vincent, who stands quietly by your side, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He seems lost in thought, observing the landscape with caution, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword.
Naima finishes giving instructions to the guards, her voice clear and authoritative, yet warm. She turns to the group with a reassuring smile, “Alright, let’s go inside. There’s much to do, and it’s warmer in there.”
You follow her towards the entrance of the tower, noting the runes etched into the stonework. As soon as you cross the threshold, the atmosphere transforms dramatically. Inside, the tower is a hive of activity, bustling with mages moving about, their conversations and activities creating a lively, almost chaotic soundscape. It’s a stark contrast to the serene exterior.
“They recently put up a sound-blocking barrier,” Fadiya mentions. “It’s to keep the peace outside and help conceal our activities from prying eyes. Quite handy, don’t you think?”
<<if visited("ch4a") + visited("ch4b") + visited("ch3-52a-1") + visited("ch3-52a-2") gte 1>>You nod, “It’s quite effective. I didn’t expect such a lively atmosphere inside.”<<else>>You nod, “I was wondering why it was so quiet, the last time I visited it was quite noisy outside.”<</if>>
Naima turns back to you, “It’s necessary for our work, Your Majesty. We often need to test spells and conduct experiments, and the noise can be quite disruptive. The barrier allows us to work freely without disturbing the outside world.”
As you move further into the tower, a man approaches your group with hurried steps. His robes flutter slightly as he bows deeply before you, his eyes lowered in deference. “Welcome, Your Majesty. It is an honor to have you here. I trust the journey wasn’t too taxing?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was much easier thanks to the effort of our mages.”|ch4-29a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It wasn’t taxing at all.”|ch4-29b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was alright.”|ch4-29c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes and don’t answer.|ch4-29d]]</span>“I don’t think it’s that cold,” you remark.
Fadiya laughs, a warm sound that contrasts with the crispness around you. “Everyone knows your body runs hotter. You’re like a walking fireplace.”
You nod, knowing you have a clear advantage against the cold. “It will be much colder when we get to Vesphire, you will have to get used to it, Fadiya.”
Naima is already busy, issuing instructions to the guards and ensuring everything is being properly handled.
Her efficient movements contrast sharply with Vincent, who stands quietly by your side, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He seems lost in thought, observing the landscape with caution, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword.
Naima finishes giving instructions to the guards, her voice clear and authoritative, yet warm. She turns to the group with a reassuring smile, “Alright, let’s go inside. There’s much to do, and it’s warmer in there.”
You follow her towards the entrance of the tower, noting the runes etched into the stonework. As soon as you cross the threshold, the atmosphere transforms dramatically. Inside, the tower is a hive of activity, bustling with mages moving about, their conversations and activities creating a lively, almost chaotic soundscape. It’s a stark contrast to the serene exterior.
“They recently put up a sound-blocking barrier,” Fadiya mentions. “It’s to keep the peace outside and help conceal our activities from prying eyes. Quite handy, don’t you think?”
<<if visited("ch4a") + visited("ch4b") + visited("ch3-52a-1") + visited("ch3-52a-2") gte 1>>You nod, “It’s quite effective. I didn’t expect such a lively atmosphere inside.”<<else>>You nod, “I was wondering why it was so quiet, the last time I visited it was quite noisy outside.”<</if>>
Naima turns back to you, “It’s necessary for our work, Your Majesty. We often need to test spells and conduct experiments, and the noise can be quite disruptive. The barrier allows us to work freely without disturbing the outside world.”
As you move further into the tower, a man approaches your group with hurried steps. His robes flutter slightly as he bows deeply before you, his eyes lowered in deference. “Welcome, Your Majesty. It is an honor to have you here. I trust the journey wasn’t too taxing?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was much easier thanks to the effort of our mages.”|ch4-29a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It wasn’t taxing at all.”|ch4-29b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was alright.”|ch4-29c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes and don’t answer.|ch4-29d]]</span>You incline your head slightly, offering a warm smile as you respond, “It was much easier thanks to the effort of our mages. Their skill and dedication ensured a smooth and pleasant journey. I am grateful for their hard work.”
The man straightens from his bow, his eyes bright, “Your Majesty’s words mean a great deal to us. We strive to serve the empire in any way we can, and it is an honor to have contributed to your comfort. We have been eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
Naima acknowledges his response with a nod before turning to address the rest of the group. “Now, I have to go handle the matters I am here to deal with. You are free to explore the tower, but please refrain from touching anything without asking. Some of these items are both delicate and dangerous.”
She then turns her attention back to you, “Your Majesty, if there is anything you require, do not hesitate to call upon any of us.”
With a bow, she offers a final look before striding off with the man, leaving you with the freedom to explore the tower as you wish.
As Naima departs, Fadiya’s eyes light up with excitement, “Let’s go look around! There’s so much to see.”
You and Vincent follow her, though Vincent lingers slightly behind, his expression one of mild disinterest. As you venture deeper into the building, a lot of objects capture your attention.
Fadiya pauses briefly in front of a particular room before stepping inside. Her gaze falls on a glowing crystal suspended in mid-air, its light gently pulsating with a rhythmic glow. She gestures toward it, her voice tinged with admiration as she explains, “That’s a communication stone, the very one I mentioned earlier. They’re very difficult to craft.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you make these?”|ch4-30a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can I have one?”|ch4-30b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope Luceris never gets one of these, he would never leave me alone.”|ch4-30c]]</span>You offer him a reassuring smile, “It wasn’t taxing at all.”
The man’s eyes brighten slightly at your response, “I am relieved to hear that, Your Majesty. We have been eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
Naima acknowledges his response with a nod before turning to address the rest of the group. “Now, I have to go handle the matters I am here to deal with. You are free to explore the tower, but please refrain from touching anything without asking. Some of these items are both delicate and dangerous.”
She then turns her attention back to you, “Your Majesty, if there is anything you require, do not hesitate to call upon any of us.”
With a bow, she offers a final look before striding off with the man, leaving you with the freedom to explore the tower as you wish.
As Naima departs, Fadiya’s eyes light up with excitement, “Let’s go look around! There’s so much to see.”
You and Vincent follow her, though Vincent lingers slightly behind, his expression one of mild disinterest. As you venture deeper into the building, a lot of objects capture your attention.
Fadiya pauses briefly in front of a particular room before stepping inside. Her gaze falls on a glowing crystal suspended in mid-air, its light gently pulsating with a rhythmic glow. She gestures toward it, her voice tinged with admiration as she explains, “That’s a communication stone, the very one I mentioned earlier. They’re very difficult to craft.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you make these?”|ch4-30a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can I have one?”|ch4-30b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope Luceris never gets one of these, he would never leave me alone.”|ch4-30c]]</span>“It was alright,” you respond, as you acknowledge the man with a slight nod.
“I am relieved to hear that, Your Majesty,” he says with a smile. “We have been eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
Naima acknowledges his response with a nod before turning to address the rest of the group. “Now, I have to go handle the matters I am here to deal with. You are free to explore the tower, but please refrain from touching anything without asking. Some of these items are both delicate and dangerous.”
She then turns her attention back to you, “Your Majesty, if there is anything you require, do not hesitate to call upon any of us.”
With a bow, she offers a final look before striding off with the man, leaving you with the freedom to explore the tower as you wish.
As Naima departs, Fadiya’s eyes light up with excitement, “Let’s go look around! There’s so much to see.”
You and Vincent follow her, though Vincent lingers slightly behind, his expression one of mild disinterest. As you venture deeper into the building, a lot of objects capture your attention.
Fadiya pauses briefly in front of a particular room before stepping inside. Her gaze falls on a glowing crystal suspended in mid-air, its light gently pulsating with a rhythmic glow. She gestures toward it, her voice tinged with admiration as she explains, “That’s a communication stone, the very one I mentioned earlier. They’re very difficult to craft.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you make these?”|ch4-30a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can I have one?”|ch4-30b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope Luceris never gets one of these, he would never leave me alone.”|ch4-30c]]</span>You roll your eyes, not bothering to mask your irritation, and pointedly ignore the man’s question.
The man who had greeted you remains in his bow for a moment longer, as if uncertain how to proceed, before straightening up, his expression carefully neutral.
Naima steps forward to fill the uncomfortable silence. “It was manageable. Thank you for preparing everything in such a short notice.”
The man nods quickly, his earlier enthusiasm now replaced with cautious politeness. “There is no need for that. We strive to serve the empire in any way we can.”
Naima acknowledges his response with a nod before turning to address the rest of the group. “Now, I have to go handle the matters I am here to deal with. You are free to explore the tower, but please refrain from touching anything without asking. Some of these items are both delicate and dangerous.”
She then turns her attention back to you, “Your Majesty, if there is anything you require, do not hesitate to call upon any of us.”
With a bow, she offers a final look before striding off with the man, leaving you with the freedom to explore the tower as you wish.
As Naima departs, Fadiya’s eyes light up with excitement, “Let’s go look around! There’s so much to see.”
You and Vincent follow her, though Vincent lingers slightly behind, his expression one of mild disinterest. As you venture deeper into the building, a lot of objects capture your attention.
Fadiya pauses briefly in front of a particular room before stepping inside. Her gaze falls on a glowing crystal suspended in mid-air, its light gently pulsating with a rhythmic glow. She gestures toward it, her voice tinged with admiration as she explains, “That’s a communication stone, the very one I mentioned earlier. They’re very difficult to craft.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you make these?”|ch4-30a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can I have one?”|ch4-30b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope Luceris never gets one of these, he would never leave me alone.”|ch4-30c]]</span>“Can you make these?” you ask her, curiosly.
Fadiya hums thoughtfully. “I could, but it would take far too long. It isn’t my specialty. For this, you’d need air and fire elements. My expertise lies in earth and water.”
Before the conversation can continue, a young woman enters the room, bowing politely. “Pardon the interruption. I am here to show you your accommodations.”
Vincent seems to be eager to leave, “Lead the way.”
Fadiya, clearly reluctant to end her exploration of the tower, lets out a small groan but follows the woman nonetheless.
As you begin walking through the winding corridors, the young woman speaks, “I only wish your visit were under happier circumstances. At least Lady Naima will soon determine whether the mage in question was a member of our Order.”
She sighs deeply, her voice heavy with concern. “If they were part of the Order, it would be a significant breach of trust. I truly hope they are one of the many mages who choose not to join us.”
“Why would a mage choose not to join the Order?” You ask.
The guide hesitates, her fingers twisting a strand of her hair.
Sensing the guide’s discomfort, Fadiya offers a reassuring smile and a gentle nudge. “It’s alright, you can speak freely.”
The woman exhales softly, her gaze shifting between the floor and your faces. “For centuries, mages were marginalized, even persecuted. Joining an organization so closely tied to the crown... It’s not an easy decision for many. Trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild.”
Fadiya nods, her expression one of understanding. “I’ve heard stories of those days. It’s a deep wound that hasn’t fully healed.”
Vincent remains silent but listens intently, his usual disinterest replaced with a thoughtful expression.
You press further, “How does the Order address such mistrust? Surely there are ways to reassure those who are hesitant.”
The woman sighs. “We try to foster a sense of belonging and protection, but it’s a slow process. There are still many who remember the old grievances.”
You understand all too well that the wounds of the past are not easily forgotten.
Breaking his long silence, Vincent adds quietly, “Perhaps they found that sense of belonging elsewhere, in that group. People who are wounded need something to rely on, and it’s not hard to imagine others exploiting that weakness for their own gain.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Gods you scared me, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once.”|ch4-31a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That does make sense.”|ch4-31b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Quiet down, dog. Actual human beings are speaking.”|ch4-31c][$Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod.|ch4-31d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ignore.|ch4-31e]]</span>“Can I have one?” you ask her, curiously.
Fadiya hums thoughtfully, “These don’t seem ready but I’ll ask if we can have some.”
Before the conversation can continue, a young woman enters the room, bowing politely. “Pardon the interruption. I am here to show you your accommodations.”
Vincent seems to be eager to leave, “Lead the way.”
Fadiya, clearly reluctant to end her exploration of the tower, lets out a small groan but follows the woman nonetheless.
As you begin walking through the winding corridors, the young woman speaks, “I only wish your visit were under happier circumstances. At least Lady Naima will soon determine whether the mage in question was a member of our Order.”
She sighs deeply, her voice heavy with concern. “If they were part of the Order, it would be a significant breach of trust. I truly hope they are one of the many mages who choose not to join us.”
“Why would a mage choose not to join the Order?” You ask.
The guide hesitates, her fingers twisting a strand of her hair.
Sensing the guide’s discomfort, Fadiya offers a reassuring smile and a gentle nudge. “It’s alright, you can speak freely.”
The woman exhales softly, her gaze shifting between the floor and your faces. “For centuries, mages were marginalized, even persecuted. Joining an organization so closely tied to the crown... It’s not an easy decision for many. Trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild.”
Fadiya nods, her expression one of understanding. “I’ve heard stories of those days. It’s a deep wound that hasn’t fully healed.”
Vincent remains silent but listens intently, his usual disinterest replaced with a thoughtful expression.
You press further, “How does the Order address such mistrust? Surely there are ways to reassure those who are hesitant.”
The woman sighs. “We try to foster a sense of belonging and protection, but it’s a slow process. There are still many who remember the old grievances.”
You understand all too well that the wounds of the past are not easily forgotten.
Breaking his long silence, Vincent adds quietly, “Perhaps they found that sense of belonging elsewhere, in that group. People who are wounded need something to rely on, and it’s not hard to imagine others exploiting that weakness for their own gain.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Gods you scared me, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once.”|ch4-31a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That does make sense.”|ch4-31b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Quiet down, dog. Actual human beings are speaking.”|ch4-31c][$Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod.|ch4-31d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ignore.|ch4-31e]]</span>“I hope Luceris never gets one of these, he would never leave me alone.”
Fadiya laughs, “Don’t worry, these don’t seem ready yet so they likely aren’t going to be given to anyone. You’ll have to make sure one of these never reaches him when they start sending these out.”
Before the conversation can continue, a young woman enters the room, bowing politely. “Pardon the interruption. I am here to show you your accommodations.”
Vincent seems to be eager to leave, “Lead the way.”
Fadiya, clearly reluctant to end her exploration of the tower, lets out a small groan but follows the woman nonetheless.
As you begin walking through the winding corridors, the young woman speaks, “I only wish your visit were under happier circumstances. At least Lady Naima will soon determine whether the mage in question was a member of our Order.”
She sighs deeply, her voice heavy with concern. “If they were part of the Order, it would be a significant breach of trust. I truly hope they are one of the many mages who choose not to join us.”
“Why would a mage choose not to join the Order?” You ask.
The guide hesitates, her fingers twisting a strand of her hair.
Sensing the guide’s discomfort, Fadiya offers a reassuring smile and a gentle nudge. “It’s alright, you can speak freely.”
The woman exhales softly, her gaze shifting between the floor and your faces. “For centuries, mages were marginalized, even persecuted. Joining an organization so closely tied to the crown... It’s not an easy decision for many. Trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild.”
Fadiya nods, her expression one of understanding. “I’ve heard stories of those days. It’s a deep wound that hasn’t fully healed.”
Vincent remains silent but listens intently, his usual disinterest replaced with a thoughtful expression.
You press further, “How does the Order address such mistrust? Surely there are ways to reassure those who are hesitant.”
The woman sighs. “We try to foster a sense of belonging and protection, but it’s a slow process. There are still many who remember the old grievances.”
You understand all too well that the wounds of the past are not easily forgotten.
Breaking his long silence, Vincent adds quietly, “Perhaps they found that sense of belonging elsewhere, in that group. People who are wounded need something to rely on, and it’s not hard to imagine others exploiting that weakness for their own gain.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Gods you scared me, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once.”|ch4-31a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That does make sense.”|ch4-31b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Quiet down, dog. Actual human beings are speaking.”|ch4-31c][$Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod.|ch4-31d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ignore.|ch4-31e]]</span>You chuckle, “Gods you scared me, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once.”
Fadiya laughs a little at your comment, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Vincent, speaking more than a few words at a time? Truly, we must be in a place of magic.”
Vincent’s eyes narrow slightly at Fadiya’s jest, but he remains silent, his attention turning back to the young woman guiding you.
The woman glances between the three of you, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the conversation.
After a few minutes of walking, she stops in front of a large wooden door carved with symbols you do not recognize too well.
“These are your accommodations,” she says, turning her gaze to you with a respectful nod. She then gestures to a door just a few steps down the corridor, addressing Fadiya. “And that will be your room, shared with your mother. Make yourselves comfortable, if you need anything do not hesitate to ask.”
You tilt your head slightly, glancing at Vincent. “And what about him?” you inquire.
The woman blinks in surprise, then quickly retrieves a piece of paper from a pocket in her billowing sleeve. “According to this, only two rooms were requested: one for Lady Naima and Lady Fadiya, and another for the Royal Consort and the guard.”
Caught off guard, you respond, “I did not make that request.”
“I did,” Vincent interjects, his voice firm. “I can’t perform my duties properly if I am not close by. Certainly not from a room several doors away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel the blood rushing to your head, “Are you out of your mind?”|ch4-32a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff in disbelief, “Absolutely not.”|ch4-32b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Let me rest in peace, I don’t need your protection.”|ch4-32c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch4-32e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “I always knew you liked me.”|ch4-32d][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥You nod thoughtfully. “That does make sense. Vulnerable people often seek solace wherever they can find it, even if it’s in a harmful place.”
The woman nods with a sigh.
After a few minutes of walking, she stops in front of a large wooden door carved with symbols you do not recognize too well.
“These are your accommodations,” she says, turning her gaze to you with a respectful nod. She then gestures to a door just a few steps down the corridor, addressing Fadiya. “And that will be your room, shared with your mother. Make yourselves comfortable, if you need anything do not hesitate to ask.”
You tilt your head slightly, glancing at Vincent. “And what about him?” you inquire.
The woman blinks in surprise, then quickly retrieves a piece of paper from a pocket in her billowing sleeve. “According to this, only two rooms were requested: one for Lady Naima and Lady Fadiya, and another for the Royal Consort and the guard.”
Caught off guard, you respond, “I did not make that request.”
“I did,” Vincent interjects, his voice firm. “I can’t perform my duties properly if I am not close by. Certainly not from a room several doors away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel the blood rushing to your head, “Are you out of your mind?”|ch4-32a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff in disbelief, “Absolutely not.”|ch4-32b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Let me rest in peace, I don’t need your protection.”|ch4-32c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch4-32e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “I always knew you liked me.”|ch4-32d][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥You retort, “Quiet down, dog. Actual human beings are speaking.”
Vincent’s eyes narrow slightly but he remains silent, his attention turning back to the young woman guiding you.
Fadiya purses her lips at your comment but also does not say anything.
The woman glances between the three of you before looking forward once again.
After a few minutes of walking, she stops in front of a large wooden door carved with symbols you do not recognize too well.
“These are your accommodations,” she says, turning her gaze to you with a respectful nod. She then gestures to a door just a few steps down the corridor, addressing Fadiya. “And that will be your room, shared with your mother. Make yourselves comfortable, if you need anything do not hesitate to ask.”
You tilt your head slightly, glancing at Vincent. “And what about him?” you inquire.
The woman blinks in surprise, then quickly retrieves a piece of paper from a pocket in her billowing sleeve. “According to this, only two rooms were requested: one for Lady Naima and Lady Fadiya, and another for the Royal Consort and the guard.”
Caught off guard, you respond, “I did not make that request.”
“I did,” Vincent interjects, his voice firm. “I can’t perform my duties properly if I am not close by. Certainly not from a room several doors away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel the blood rushing to your head, “Are you out of your mind?”|ch4-32a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff in disbelief, “Absolutely not.”|ch4-32b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Let me rest in peace, I don’t need your protection.”|ch4-32c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch4-32e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “I always knew you liked me.”|ch4-32d][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥You nod.
After a few minutes of walking, the guide stops in front of a large wooden door carved with symbols you do not recognize too well.
“These are your accommodations,” she says, turning her gaze to you with a respectful nod. She then gestures to a door just a few steps down the corridor, addressing Fadiya. “And that will be your room, shared with your mother. Make yourselves comfortable, if you need anything do not hesitate to ask.”
You tilt your head slightly, glancing at Vincent. “And what about him?” you inquire.
The woman blinks in surprise, then quickly retrieves a piece of paper from a pocket in her billowing sleeve. “According to this, only two rooms were requested: one for Lady Naima and Lady Fadiya, and another for the Royal Consort and the guard.”
Caught off guard, you respond, “I did not make that request.”
“I did,” Vincent interjects, his voice firm. “I can’t perform my duties properly if I am not close by. Certainly not from a room several doors away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel the blood rushing to your head, “Are you out of your mind?”|ch4-32a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff in disbelief, “Absolutely not.”|ch4-32b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Let me rest in peace, I don’t need your protection.”|ch4-32c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch4-32e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “I always knew you liked me.”|ch4-32d][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥You can feel the blood rushing to your head, your temper flaring as you turn sharply to Vincent. “Are you out of your mind?” you snap, the irritation clear in your voice.
Vincent remains unflustered, meeting your gaze with a calm, steady expression. “Your safety is my priority,” he replies evenly, as if your outburst were expected. “I can’t fulfill my duty properly if I am not close by, especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. The arrangement is practical and necessary.”
The guide shifts uncomfortably, clearly caught off guard by the tension. She looks between the two of you, unsure whether to intervene or stay silent.
“Practical?” you echo, your voice sharp. “You took it upon yourself to make decisions without consulting me. That’s not your place.”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I do not need to consult with you on these matters. My duty isn’t to make you happy; it is to keep you safe.”
You can feel your anger simmering just beneath the surface, but his words remind you of the fact that Vincent was hired by the Emperor, not by you.
His loyalty lies with him, not with you.
Fadiya clears her throat, addressing Vincent, “The tower is quite well protected, the wards and enchantments here are among the strongest in the empire. You might want to reconsider your stance and perhaps find some peace of mind in knowing that this place is safe.”
Vincent’s gaze sharpens slightly, “Let’s not forget why we’re here in the first place. Princess Soarine was attacked by a mage, and whether or not that mage was a member of the Order, we cannot assume there aren’t similar threats within these walls. Is the Order prepared to bear the responsibility if something happens here?”
Fadiya bristles at the implication, her eyes flashing with indignation. “I understand your concerns, but—”
Vincent cuts her off, his voice edged with steel. “The fact remains that the situation is unpredictable. There may be those who hold grudges or harbor agendas we are unaware of, I won’t risk $Their Majesty’s life on the hope that everything will simply work out.” Then he turns to you, “Nor will I alter the arrangements simply because they displease you, Your Majesty.”
His tone, though respectful, carries an unmistakable finality. You stare at him, feeling the heat of your frustration clashing with the cold logic in his words.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down as you stare at him, trying to weigh your options.
The last thing you want is to concede, especially after such an exchange, but it’s clear Vincent won’t back down. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is right.
Finally, with a sigh of resignation, you relent. “Fine,” you say, the word heavy on your tongue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I like it better when you act like a wall.”|ch4-32aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You truly haven’t changed much from when we were younger.”|ch4-32ab][$Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything else and go inside the room.|ch4-32ac]]</span>You scoff in disbelief, crossing your arms. “Absolutely not.”
Vincent remains unflustered, meeting your gaze with a calm, steady expression. “Your safety is my priority,” he replies evenly, as if your outburst were expected. “I can’t fulfill my duty properly if I am not close by, especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. The arrangement is practical and necessary.”
The guide shifts uncomfortably, clearly caught off guard by the tension. She looks between the two of you, unsure whether to intervene or stay silent.
“Practical?” you echo, your voice sharp. “You took it upon yourself to make decisions without consulting me. That’s not your place.”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I do not need to consult with you on these matters. My duty isn’t to make you happy; it is to keep you safe.”
His words remind you of the fact that Vincent was hired by the Emperor, not by you.
His loyalty lies with him, not with you.
Fadiya clears her throat, addressing Vincent, “The tower is quite well protected, the wards and enchantments here are among the strongest in the empire. You might want to reconsider your stance and perhaps find some peace of mind in knowing that this place is safe.”
Vincent’s gaze sharpens slightly, “Let’s not forget why we’re here in the first place. Princess Soarine was attacked by a mage, and whether or not that mage was a member of the Order, we cannot assume there aren’t similar threats within these walls. Is the Order prepared to bear the responsibility if something happens here?”
Fadiya bristles at the implication, her eyes flashing with indignation. “I understand your concerns, but—”
Vincent cuts her off, his voice edged with steel. “The fact remains that the situation is unpredictable. There may be those who hold grudges or harbor agendas we are unaware of, I won’t risk $Their Majesty’s life on the hope that everything will simply work out.” Then he turns to you, “Nor will I alter the arrangements simply because they displease you, Your Majesty.”
His tone, though respectful, carries an unmistakable finality. You stare at him, feeling the heat of your frustration clashing with the cold logic in his words.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down as you stare at him, trying to weigh your options.
The last thing you want is to concede, especially after such an exchange, but it’s clear Vincent won’t back down. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is right.
Finally, with a sigh of resignation, you relent. “Fine,” you say, the word heavy on your tongue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I like it better when you act like a wall.”|ch4-32aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You truly haven’t changed much from when we were younger.”|ch4-32ab][$Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything else and go inside the room.|ch4-32ac]]</span>You sigh, a mixture of weariness and mild exasperation in your voice. “Let me rest in peace, Vincent. I don’t need your protection at all times.”
Vincent remains calm, though the stubborn set of his jaw is unmistakable. “With all due respect, Your Majesty. I can’t fulfill my duty properly if I am not close by, especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. The arrangement is practical and necessary.”
The guide shifts uncomfortably, sensing the tension, but remains silent, her eyes downcast as she waits for your decision.
Fadiya clears her throat, addressing Vincent, “The tower is quite well protected, the wards and enchantments here are among the strongest in the empire. You might want to reconsider your stance and perhaps find some peace of mind in knowing that this place is safe.”
Vincent’s gaze sharpens slightly, “Let’s not forget why we’re here in the first place. Princess Soarine was attacked by a mage, and whether or not that mage was a member of the Order, we cannot assume there aren’t similar threats within these walls. Is the Order prepared to bear the responsibility if something happens here?”
Fadiya bristles at the implication, her eyes flashing with indignation. “I understand your concerns, but—”
Vincent cuts her off, his voice edged with steel. “The fact remains that the situation is unpredictable. There may be those who hold grudges or harbor agendas we are unaware of, I won’t risk $Their Majesty’s life on the hope that everything will simply work out.” Then he turns to you, “Nor will I alter the arrangements simply because they displease you, Your Majesty.”
His tone, though respectful, carries an unmistakable finality. You stare at him, feeling the heat of your frustration clashing with the cold logic in his words.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down as you stare at him, trying to weigh your options.
The last thing you want is to concede, especially after such an exchange, but it’s clear Vincent won’t back down. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is right.
Finally, with a sigh of resignation, you relent. “Fine,” you say, the word heavy on your tongue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I like it better when you act like a wall.”|ch4-32aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You truly haven’t changed much from when we were younger.”|ch4-32ab][$Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything else and go inside the room.|ch4-32ac]]</span>You smirk, turning to Vincent with a playful glint in your eyes. “I always knew you liked me,” you say, your tone light and teasing.
Vincent remains unflustered, meeting your gaze with a calm, steady expression. “I can’t fulfill my duty properly if I am not close by, especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. The arrangement is practical and necessary.”
The guide, seeing the exchange, wisely remains silent, her eyes focused on the floor.
Fadiya clears her throat, “I assume you are alright with the arrangement then?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes.”|ch4-32da]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch4-32db]]</span>You let out a sharp exhale and mutter, “I like it better when you act like a wall.”
A faint flicker of something—perhaps amusement, perhaps acknowledgment—passes over Vincent’s face, but it’s gone before you can fully register it. He gives a slight nod, acknowledging your comment without responding directly.
With that, you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside the room. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense greet you as you enter.
The room is simple, not nearly as grand as your chambers back at the palace, but it is clear they put care into preparing this room for you. It feels more as if it was designed not to impress, but to offer comfort and a moment of peace.
Two beds, neatly made with crisp linen sheets, stand side by side. The wooden frames are sturdy, though unadorned, and a small table with a pair of chairs sits near a narrow window that lets in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.
Vincent steps in behind you, his gaze immediately sweeping the room, assessing every detail with the practiced eye of someone always on alert.
Finally, satisfied that everything is in order, Vincent turns back to you, “The room is secure, Your Majesty. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch4-33a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”|ch4-33b][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go farther away and don’t come back!”|ch4-33c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t reply.|ch4-33d]]</span>“You truly haven’t changed much from when we were younger,” you say, the words laced with a mixture of annoyance and something deeper, memories of times long past.
Vincent’s expression doesn’t falter; he merely nods, accepting your remark.
With that, you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside the room. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense greet you as you enter.
The room is simple, not nearly as grand as your chambers back at the palace, but it is clear they put care into preparing this room for you. It feels more as if it was designed not to impress, but to offer comfort and a moment of peace.
Two beds, neatly made with crisp linen sheets, stand side by side. The wooden frames are sturdy, though unadorned, and a small table with a pair of chairs sits near a narrow window that lets in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.
Vincent steps in behind you, his gaze immediately sweeping the room, assessing every detail with the practiced eye of someone always on alert.
Finally, satisfied that everything is in order, Vincent turns back to you, “The room is secure, Your Majesty. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch4-33a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”|ch4-33b][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go farther away and don’t come back!”|ch4-33c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t reply.|ch4-33d]]</span>You decide not to say anything else.
With that, you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside the room. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense greet you as you enter.
The room is simple, not nearly as grand as your chambers back at the palace, but it is clear they put care into preparing this room for you. It feels more as if it was designed not to impress, but to offer comfort and a moment of peace.
Two beds, neatly made with crisp linen sheets, stand side by side. The wooden frames are sturdy, though unadorned, and a small table with a pair of chairs sits near a narrow window that lets in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.
Vincent steps in behind you, his gaze immediately sweeping the room, assessing every detail with the practiced eye of someone always on alert.
Finally, satisfied that everything is in order, Vincent turns back to you, “The room is secure, Your Majesty. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch4-33a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”|ch4-33b][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go farther away and don’t come back!”|ch4-33c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t reply.|ch4-33d]]</span>You hold Vincent’s gaze for a moment longer, the playful glint in your eyes softening as you nod. “Yes, I’m alright with the arrangement,” you reply.
“Very well, Your Majesty,” the guide says softly. “If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Fadiya crosses her arms and gives you an unimpressed look, clearly not amused by your banter. “Well, as long as everyone’s satisfied,” she says dryly, before turning to the guide. “I’ll be needing some tea sent to my room, //please.//”
The guide nods quickly. “Of course, Lady Fadiya. I’ll see to it immediately.”
With that, you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside the room. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense greet you as you enter.
The room is simple, not nearly as grand as your chambers back at the palace, but it is clear they put care into preparing this room for you. It feels more as if it was designed not to impress, but to offer comfort and a moment of peace.
Two beds, neatly made with crisp linen sheets, stand side by side. The wooden frames are sturdy, though unadorned, and a small table with a pair of chairs sits near a narrow window that lets in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.
Vincent steps in behind you, his gaze immediately sweeping the room, assessing every detail with the practiced eye of someone always on alert.
Finally, satisfied that everything is in order, Vincent turns back to you, “The room is secure, Your Majesty. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch4-33a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”|ch4-33b][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go farther away and don’t come back!”|ch4-33c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t reply.|ch4-33d]]</span>You shake your head slightly, the playful glint in your eyes fading as you turn back to Fadiya. “No,” you reply firmly, the lightness in your tone now gone.
Vincent’s demeanor shifts slightly, “I can’t fulfill my duty properly if I am not close by, especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. The arrangement is practical and necessary.”
Fadiya addresses Vincent, “The tower is quite well protected, the wards and enchantments here are among the strongest in the empire. You might want to reconsider your stance and perhaps find some peace of mind in knowing that this place is safe.”
Vincent’s gaze sharpens slightly, “Let’s not forget why we’re here in the first place. Princess Soarine was attacked by a mage, and whether or not that mage was a member of the Order, we cannot assume there aren’t similar threats within these walls. Is the Order prepared to bear the responsibility if something happens here?”
Fadiya bristles at the implication, her eyes flashing with indignation. “I understand your concerns, but—”
Vincent cuts her off, his voice edged with steel. “The fact remains that the situation is unpredictable. There may be those who hold grudges or harbor agendas we are unaware of, I won’t risk $Their Majesty’s life on the hope that everything will simply work out.” Then he turns to you, “Nor will I alter the arrangements simply because they displease you, Your Majesty.”
His tone, though respectful, carries an unmistakable finality.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down as you stare at him, trying to weigh your options.
As much as you hate to admit it, he is right.
Finally, with a sigh, you relent, “Fine.”
With that, you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside the room. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense greet you as you enter.
The room is simple, not nearly as grand as your chambers back at the palace, but it is clear they put care into preparing this room for you. It feels more as if it was designed not to impress, but to offer comfort and a moment of peace.
Two beds, neatly made with crisp linen sheets, stand side by side. The wooden frames are sturdy, though unadorned, and a small table with a pair of chairs sits near a narrow window that lets in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.
Vincent steps in behind you, his gaze immediately sweeping the room, assessing every detail with the practiced eye of someone always on alert.
Finally, satisfied that everything is in order, Vincent turns back to you, “The room is secure, Your Majesty. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch4-33a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”|ch4-33b][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go farther away and don’t come back!”|ch4-33c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t reply.|ch4-33d]]</span><<set $Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs + 2, 0, 100)>>You nod, appreciating his diligence, “Thank you, Vincent.”
As he leaves, you take a moment to truly settle into the room. The simplicity of it invites reflection. You find yourself drawn to the window, where you can just make out the tops of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. The sky is beginning to turn hues of orange and pink, a reminder that the day is drawing to a close.
For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax, letting the quiet of the room wash over you. But your thoughts don’t linger in peace for long.
In just a few days, you will be in Vesphire, the kingdom of your birth, a snowy place you once knew so well.
Now, the cold has grown even fiercer, the snowstorms more frequent and more violent.
The common folk say that Vesphire mourns your absence, that the very land rebels against the void left by your bloodline no longer being present. It’s a story that has taken hold of the people’s imaginations, giving them a reason—however unfounded—to explain the worsening conditions.
You know these are just rumors, born of desperation and a need to make sense of a harsh and changing world. Yet, there is a part of you that wonders if there is any truth to it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels nervous, what if things do not get better once you go there?|ch4-34a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels hopeful, perhaps this is the way you can get your throne back.|ch4-34b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels spiteful, you hope things don’t get better when you go there so they lose their only hope.|ch4-34c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t truly know how you feel about this rumor and the supposed solution.|ch4-34d]]</span><<set $Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 3, 0, 100)>>You arch an eyebrow and allow a playful smirk to tug at the corners of your lips. “Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”
Vincent, who had already begun to turn toward the door, freezes in place. You notice his back stiffen, his posture becoming even more rigid, if that were possible.
When he turns around, he looks unbothered, as if he has reached inner peace. “Your Majesty,” he begins, “I arranged these accommodations for your safety, not for any other reason.”
You take a step closer, wanting to see some emotion on his face, “Is that so? Because it almost seemed like you were eager to be in the same room as me.”
“I’m here to do my duty, not to entertain your whims.”
You pretend to be hurt by his words but he doesn’t stay to speak further.
As he leaves, you take a moment to truly settle into the room. The simplicity of it invites reflection. You find yourself drawn to the window, where you can just make out the tops of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. The sky is beginning to turn hues of orange and pink, a reminder that the day is drawing to a close.
For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax, letting the quiet of the room wash over you. But your thoughts don’t linger in peace for long.
In just a few days, you will be in Vesphire, the kingdom of your birth, a snowy place you once knew so well.
Now, the cold has grown even fiercer, the snowstorms more frequent and more violent.
The common folk say that Vesphire mourns your absence, that the very land rebels against the void left by your bloodline no longer being present. It’s a story that has taken hold of the people’s imaginations, giving them a reason—however unfounded—to explain the worsening conditions.
You know these are just rumors, born of desperation and a need to make sense of a harsh and changing world. Yet, there is a part of you that wonders if there is any truth to it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels nervous, what if things do not get better once you go there?|ch4-34a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels hopeful, perhaps this is the way you can get your throne back.|ch4-34b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels spiteful, you hope things don’t get better when you go there so they lose their only hope.|ch4-34c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t truly know how you feel about this rumor and the supposed solution.|ch4-34d]]</span>Without a second thought, you snap, “Go farther away and don’t come back!”
Then, without a word of protest or even a flicker of emotion, he bows slightly, a gesture that is more of a formality than out of true respect.
As he leaves, you take a moment to truly settle into the room. The simplicity of it invites reflection. You find yourself drawn to the window, where you can just make out the tops of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. The sky is beginning to turn hues of orange and pink, a reminder that the day is drawing to a close.
For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax, letting the quiet of the room wash over you. But your thoughts don’t linger in peace for long.
In just a few days, you will be in Vesphire, the kingdom of your birth, a snowy place you once knew so well.
Now, the cold has grown even fiercer, the snowstorms more frequent and more violent.
The common folk say that Vesphire mourns your absence, that the very land rebels against the void left by your bloodline no longer being present. It’s a story that has taken hold of the people’s imaginations, giving them a reason—however unfounded—to explain the worsening conditions.
You know these are just rumors, born of desperation and a need to make sense of a harsh and changing world. Yet, there is a part of you that wonders if there is any truth to it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels nervous, what if things do not get better once you go there?|ch4-34a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels hopeful, perhaps this is the way you can get your throne back.|ch4-34b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels spiteful, you hope things don’t get better when you go there so they lose their only hope.|ch4-34c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t truly know how you feel about this rumor and the supposed solution.|ch4-34d]]</span>As he leaves, you take a moment to truly settle into the room. The simplicity of it invites reflection. You find yourself drawn to the window, where you can just make out the tops of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. The sky is beginning to turn hues of orange and pink, a reminder that the day is drawing to a close.
For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax, letting the quiet of the room wash over you. But your thoughts don’t linger in peace for long.
In just a few days, you will be in Vesphire, the kingdom of your birth, a snowy place you once knew so well.
Now, the cold has grown even fiercer, the snowstorms more frequent and more violent.
The common folk say that Vesphire mourns your absence, that the very land rebels against the void left by your bloodline no longer being present. It’s a story that has taken hold of the people’s imaginations, giving them a reason—however unfounded—to explain the worsening conditions.
You know these are just rumors, born of desperation and a need to make sense of a harsh and changing world. Yet, there is a part of you that wonders if there is any truth to it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels nervous, what if things do not get better once you go there?|ch4-34a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels hopeful, perhaps this is the way you can get your throne back.|ch4-34b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A part of you feels spiteful, you hope things don’t get better when you go there so they lose their only hope.|ch4-34c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t truly know how you feel about this rumor and the supposed solution.|ch4-34d]]</span>What if things do not improve when you return to Vesphire? What if the storms continue to rage, the cold continues to deepen? What if your presence does nothing to soothe the land’s supposed anguish?
These doubts, unbidden, rise to the surface, and for a moment, they grip you with a nervous tension you haven’t felt in a while.
You walk over to the small table near the window and sit down, resting your hands on the cool surface.
There is no turning back now, Vesphire awaits.
[[Continue|ch4-35]]This line of thought stirs something deep within you—a flicker of hope, however faint, that perhaps this could be your way back.
If the people believe that your presence could restore balance, that your return could bring an end to their suffering, then perhaps—just perhaps—you could reclaim what was once yours.
The throne of Vesphire, which once seemed so distant, might be within reach again if you can prove yourself to be the key to the kingdom’s salvation.
You walk over to the small table near the window and sit down, resting your hands on the cool surface.
There is no turning back now, Vesphire awaits.
[[Continue|ch4-35]]A part of you, shaped by the bitterness of your years away, feels spiteful. You almost hope that things don’t improve when you return.
If the snowstorms continue, if the cold remains as brutal as ever, then the people will have to face the harsh reality that their suffering was not caused by your absence, and your return is not the magical cure they hope it will be.
They will lose their only hope, and perhaps then they will see the world for what it truly is—unforgiving and indifferent to their wishes.
Just like it was to you.
You walk over to the small table near the window and sit down, resting your hands on the cool surface.
There is no turning back now, Vesphire awaits.
[[Continue|ch4-35]]You walk over to the small table near the window and sit down, resting your hands on the cool surface.
There is no turning back now, Vesphire awaits.
[[Continue|ch4-35]]The next few hours pass in a quiet routine.
You take the time to freshen up, washing away the dust of the journey. The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, helping to clear your mind, if only for a little while.
Afterward, you sit down to a meal that has been carefully prepared. It’s clear they made an effort to replicate the quality of the palace’s cuisine, but as you take your first bite, you notice the subtle differences—the seasoning not quite as rich, the texture slightly off.
As the day wanes, the light outside shifts from the bright gold of afternoon to the soft hues of evening. The colors deepen into rich purples and blues, heralding the arrival of the night. The first stars start to appear, faint pinpricks in the darkening sky, as the moon slowly replaces the sun.
Your quiet moment is suddenly interrupted by a gentle knock at the door. Before you can respond, the door creaks open slightly, and Fadiya peeks her head in, her bright eyes and the familiar smile on her lips immediately lifting the mood of the room.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a playful curiosity, stepping fully into the room.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh wearily, “There isn’t much to do here”|ch4-35a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Slightly glare at her, “I was enjoying how quiet it was.”|ch4-35b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “I was hoping you’d come see me.”|ch4-35c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Without thinking, say, “Thinking of you.”|ch4-35d]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Thinking of you.”|ch4-35e]]</span> ❤️🔥You sigh wearily, leaning back in your chair. “There isn’t much to do here. I’ve freshened up, eaten, and now... I’m just sitting here, watching the sky.”
Fadiya chuckles softly. “Well, that doesn’t sound very exciting,” she teases, her eyes glancing around the room as if searching for something to brighten the atmosphere. “I suppose the palace has spoiled us a bit.”
You offer a small, rueful smile in return. “Perhaps. Or maybe I’m just restless, with everything on my mind.”
Fadiya nods, her expression softening with understanding. She moves closer, “I can’t blame you.”
Fadiya’s gaze turns thoughtful, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the table. After a moment, she brightens again, her eyes alight with an idea, “Now that it’s getting late, most of the mages will be winding down for the evening. The tower is a lot quieter... and emptier.”
You raise an eyebrow, “And?”
“And,” Fadiya continues with a grin, “this might be the perfect time to look around. Explore the tower a bit. Without all the people around, it will be nicer. We won’t have to worry about bumping into anyone or disturbing any important experiments.”
You tilt your head slightly, considering her suggestion.
“Come,” she urges, her voice low but eager. “I’ve been here plenty of times with mama, I know my way around here. And I know you don’t want to sit here and stare outside all night.”
“Alright,” you agree, rising from your seat. “Lead the way.”
Satisfied, she heads for the door and you follow.
As you both step outside the room, you pause and glance around, noticing something. “Where’s Vincent?” you ask, realizing that your ever-watchful guard is nowhere in sight.
Fadiya waves her hand dismissively, a playful smile playing on her lips, “Don’t worry about him.”
Before you can protest further, she tugs at your hand, leading you quickly down the dimly lit hallway. The stone walls, adorned with faintly glowing lamps, seem to pulse as you pass.
Finally, Fadiya leads you to a familiar door, the one that leads to the room where you had seen the communication stone earlier. She glances around, ensuring no one is nearby, before pushing the door open just enough for the two of you to slip inside.
The room is dimly lit, the same as before, but now it feels different, more secretive.
[[Continue|ch4-36]]You give her a slight glare, your voice holding just a touch of annoyance. “I was enjoying how quiet it was.”
Fadiya chuckles, unbothered by your response as she crosses the room to stand beside you. “Oh, come on. You can’t stay cooped up in here all evening. Now that it’s getting late, most of the mages will be winding down for the evening. The tower is a lot quieter... and emptier.”
You raise an eyebrow, “And?”
“And,” Fadiya continues with a grin, “this might be the perfect time to look around. Explore the tower a bit. Without all the people around, it will be nicer. We won’t have to worry about bumping into anyone or disturbing any important experiments.”
You tilt your head slightly, considering her suggestion.
“Come,” she urges, her voice low but eager. “I’ve been here plenty of times with mama, I know my way around here. And I know you don’t want to sit here and stare outside all night.”
“Alright,” you agree, rising from your seat. “Lead the way.”
Satisfied, she heads for the door and you follow.
As you both step outside the room, you pause and glance around, noticing something. “Where’s Vincent?” you ask, realizing that your ever-watchful guard is nowhere in sight.
Fadiya waves her hand dismissively, a playful smile playing on her lips, “Don’t worry about him.”
Before you can protest further, she tugs at your hand, leading you quickly down the dimly lit hallway. The stone walls, adorned with faintly glowing lamps, seem to pulse as you pass.
Finally, Fadiya leads you to a familiar door, the one that leads to the room where you had seen the communication stone earlier. She glances around, ensuring no one is nearby, before pushing the door open just enough for the two of you to slip inside.
The room is dimly lit, the same as before, but now it feels different, more secretive.
[[Continue|ch4-36]]A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you see her, her presence a welcome distraction. “I was hoping you’d come see me,” you admit.
Fadiya’s grin widens as she crosses the room, “I couldn’t resist. It’s been such a long day, and I figured you might appreciate some company.”
You nod, appreciating her thoughtfulness. “It’s been... quiet, but the day has felt long, hasn’t it?”
She lets out a small laugh, nodding in agreement. “It really has. Now that it’s getting late, most of the mages will be winding down for the evening. The tower is a lot quieter... and emptier.”
You raise an eyebrow, “And?”
“And,” Fadiya continues with a grin, “this might be the perfect time to look around. Explore the tower a bit. Without all the people around, it will be nicer. We won’t have to worry about bumping into anyone or disturbing any important experiments.”
You tilt your head slightly, considering her suggestion.
“Come,” she urges, her voice low but eager. “I’ve been here plenty of times with mama, I know my way around here. And I know you don’t want to sit here and stare outside all night.”
“Alright,” you agree, rising from your seat. “Lead the way.”
Satisfied, she heads for the door and you follow.
As you both step outside the room, you pause and glance around, noticing something. “Where’s Vincent?” you ask, realizing that your ever-watchful guard is nowhere in sight.
Fadiya waves her hand dismissively, a playful smile playing on her lips, “Don’t worry about him.”
Before you can protest further, she tugs at your hand, leading you quickly down the dimly lit hallway. The stone walls, adorned with faintly glowing lamps, seem to pulse as you pass.
Finally, Fadiya leads you to a familiar door, the one that leads to the room where you had seen the communication stone earlier. She glances around, ensuring no one is nearby, before pushing the door open just enough for the two of you to slip inside.
The room is dimly lit, the same as before, but now it feels different, more secretive.
[[Continue|ch4-36]]Caught off guard by her sudden appearance, you smile and, without thinking, reply, “Thinking of you.”
Fadiya blinks, her smile widening as she takes a few steps closer. “You were?” she asks, though her words don’t seem to carry any deeper meaning. “I hope it was something good.”
“It was,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “But I won’t tell you what it was just yet. Perhaps another time.”
She snorts at your response, and then looks around the room, her eyes flickering to the window where the last vestiges of daylight are fading.
After a moment, she brightens again, her eyes alight with an idea, “Now that it’s getting late, most of the mages will be winding down for the evening. The tower is a lot quieter... and emptier.”
You raise an eyebrow, “And?”
“And,” Fadiya continues with a grin, “this might be the perfect time to look around. Explore the tower a bit. Without all the people around, it will be nicer. We won’t have to worry about bumping into anyone or disturbing any important experiments.”
You tilt your head slightly, considering her suggestion.
“Come,” she urges, her voice low but eager. “I’ve been here plenty of times with mama, I know my way around here. And I know you don’t want to sit here and stare outside all night.”
“Alright,” you agree, rising from your seat. “Lead the way.”
Satisfied, she heads for the door and you follow.
As you both step outside the room, you pause and glance around, noticing something. “Where’s Vincent?” you ask, realizing that your ever-watchful guard is nowhere in sight.
Fadiya waves her hand dismissively, a playful smile playing on her lips, “Don’t worry about him.”
Before you can protest further, she tugs at your hand, leading you quickly down the dimly lit hallway. The stone walls, adorned with faintly glowing lamps, seem to pulse as you pass.
Finally, Fadiya leads you to a familiar door, the one that leads to the room where you had seen the communication stone earlier. She glances around, ensuring no one is nearby, before pushing the door open just enough for the two of you to slip inside.
The room is dimly lit, the same as before, but now it feels different, more secretive.
[[Continue|ch4-36]]You meet her gaze with a slight wink, your voice smooth as you reply, “Thinking of you.”
Fadiya tilts her head. “Oh? What about me?” she asks, genuinely, your tone sails right over her head.
“Just wondering how you’re settling in,” you say, shifting the conversation. “This place is quite different from the palace, after all.”
“It is, but it’s nice, don’t you think? It feels like a place where you can breathe a little easier.”
You nod in agreement, though your thoughts are still half-occupied by the subtle differences you’ve been noticing all day.
Fadiya’s eyes light up with a sudden thought, “Now that it’s getting late, most of the mages will be winding down for the evening. The tower is a lot quieter... and emptier.”
You raise an eyebrow, “And?”
“And,” Fadiya continues with a grin, “this might be the perfect time to look around. Explore the tower a bit. Without all the people around, it will be nicer. We won’t have to worry about bumping into anyone or disturbing any important experiments.”
You tilt your head slightly, considering her suggestion.
“Come,” she urges, her voice low but eager. “I’ve been here plenty of times with mama, I know my way around here. And I know you don’t want to sit here and stare outside all night.”
“Alright,” you agree, rising from your seat. “Lead the way.”
Satisfied, she heads for the door and you follow.
As you both step outside the room, you pause and glance around, noticing something. “Where’s Vincent?” you ask, realizing that your ever-watchful guard is nowhere in sight.
Fadiya waves her hand dismissively, a playful smile playing on her lips, “Don’t worry about him.”
Before you can protest further, she tugs at your hand, leading you quickly down the dimly lit hallway. The stone walls, adorned with faintly glowing lamps, seem to pulse as you pass.
Finally, Fadiya leads you to a familiar door, the one that leads to the room where you had seen the communication stone earlier. She glances around, ensuring no one is nearby, before pushing the door open just enough for the two of you to slip inside.
The room is dimly lit, the same as before, but now it feels different, more secretive.
[[Continue|ch4-36]]On one side of the room, a tall wooden cabinet catches your eye. The doors are slightly ajar, revealing shelves lined with various objects.
Fadiya releases your hand, “This is where they keep some of the more interesting things. You already saw the communication stone.”
You step closer to the cabinet, curious to see the other items. The objects inside are carefully arranged, each one labeled with a small, handwritten tag. You reach out and gently pull the doors open wider, revealing the entire collection.
One of the first objects to catch your eye is a small vial filled with a shimmering, silvery liquid. The tag beside it reads: //Dreamer’s Potion: Allows the user to step into another’s dreams. Caution: Prolonged use can blur the boundaries between the dreams and reality.//
The next item that catches your attention is a quill. The tag beside it reads: //The Everlasting Quill: A quill that never runs out of ink.//
As you continue to explore the cabinet, your eyes fall on another object, a silver-framed mirror. Its surface is slightly clouded but as you look closer, you notice a faint shimmer that seems to vibrate just beneath the glass. The tag beside it reads: //Memory Mirror – Reveals a glimpse of a memory tied to a place or person, but only once.//
“Fadiya,” you murmur, not taking your eyes off the objects, “have you ever used one of these?”
She leans in closer, “No, mama wouldn’t let me. She said they’re unpredictable, and better not to be used. But I have always been curious about that dreamer’s potion, it sounds exciting. If you could, would you like to use any?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The potion excites me as well.”|ch4-36a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“A quill that never runs out of ink would be nice.”|ch4-36b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The mirror seems fascinating.”|ch4-36c]]</span>“The potion excites me as well,” you admit, your voice thoughtful as you consider the possibilities it offers.
Fadiya smiles, her curiosity mirroring your own. “I can see why, but it’s dangerous.” She looks back at the cabinet, “I suppose the only one we can use right now, without taking too much risk, is probably the mirror.”
You turn your attention back to the silver-framed mirror.
“If you decide to use it, I’m here with you.”
Slowly, you reach for the mirror, feeling the weight of it in your hand. The weight of it surprises you, heavier than you expected, as if it’s burdened with the memories of countless others who have gazed into it before.
“Do I just say it out loud?” You ask.
Fadiya offers a small, encouraging smile, though there’s a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “That should work.”
You nod and say…
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my twin brother.”|ch4-37a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my family.”|ch4-37b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my sister.”|ch4-37c]]</span>You glance back at the quill, its promise of truth calling to you. “A quill that never runs out of ink would be nice,” you say, imagining the possibilities.
Fadiya nods thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on the quill before turning back to you. “Unfortunately we’re short on time. Writing could take too long, and we don’t even have paper we could use here.”
You sigh, “Perhaps another time, then.”
“If you do want to use an object, then the mirror is probably the mirror.”
You turn your attention back to the silver-framed mirror.
“If you decide to use it, I’m here with you.”
Slowly, you reach for the mirror, feeling the weight of it in your hand. The weight of it surprises you, heavier than you expected, as if it’s burdened with the memories of countless others who have gazed into it before.
“Do I just say it out loud?” You ask.
Fadiya offers a small, encouraging smile, though there’s a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “That should work.”
You nod and say…
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my twin brother.”|ch4-37a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my family.”|ch4-37b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my sister.”|ch4-37c]]</span>“The mirror seems fascinating,” you say softly, almost to yourself.
Fadiya nods, her expression thoughtful. “Well, the mirror doesn’t pose much risk, and it should be quick. You could use it now, but… you can only use it once in your life.”
You turn your attention back to the silver-framed mirror.
“If you decide to use it, I’m here with you.”
Slowly, you reach for the mirror, feeling the weight of it in your hand. The weight of it surprises you, heavier than you expected, as if it’s burdened with the memories of countless others who have gazed into it before.
“Do I just say it out loud?” You ask.
Fadiya offers a small, encouraging smile, though there’s a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “That should work.”
You nod and say…
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my twin brother.”|ch4-37a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my family.”|ch4-37b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to see my sister.”|ch4-37c]]</span>The words you’re about to speak feel heavy on your tongue, carrying the weight of years of longing.
Closing your eyes for a brief moment, your memories wash over you, feeling the ache in your chest intensify. When you open your eyes again, you look into the mirror, seeing your own reflection wavering in the glass.
“I want to see my twin brother,” you say, each word is like a plea to the mirror.
For a heartbeat, nothing happens, the mirror remains clouded.
But then, slowly, the glass begins to clear. The image that forms is hazy at first, like looking through a veil of mist. Then it sharpens, and you find yourself staring into a scene from your childhood, so familiar it brings a lump to your throat.
You see the two of you, small and full of life, running through a field of snow, the crisp white blanket crunching under your feet.
Your brother is ahead of you, laughing, his breath visible in the frigid air.
His eyes—so like your own—sparkle with that familiar light. He stops suddenly, turning to face you, his expression one of pure mischief as he scoops up a handful of snow and flings it at you.
“You are so slow!” he calls out, “Hurry up and catch me!”
You watch as he scoops up a handful of snow, his movements quick and playful, and before you can react, he flings it at you, the cold sting of it almost palpable, even now.
You can hear your own laughter, see the way you chased after him, determined to catch up.
Unfortunately, as quickly as it appeared, the memory begins to fade, the image dissolving back into the clouded glass of the mirror.
“No,” you whisper, your voice breaking as your hand reaches out to touch the glass, desperate to hold onto that fleeting moment. “No, not yet…”
Alas, the moment is long gone. The memory is gone, and you’re left holding the now still and lifeless mirror, your reflection staring back at you with eyes that are too full of sorrow.
Fadiya steps closer, her hand resting on your shoulder, “Are you alright?”
You nod slowly, though your heart feels as heavy as lead. “I’m... I’m glad I saw him,” you say, though your voice is uncertain, and you can’t tell if you’re trying to convince her or yourself. “It’s been so long since I remembered him like that. He looked so happy.”
A tear escapes, trailing down your cheek, but you don’t wipe it away. <<if $disciplined lte 49>>You have always worn your emotions openly, you do not wish to hide it.<<else>>You don’t usually show your emotions so openly, but right now you can’t hide it.<</if>>
Without a word, Fadiya wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. “They’re still with you,” she whispers, “In your heart, in your memories. They’ll always be with you.”
Fadiya has a way of comforting you when things go wrong, she makes you feel lighter. Especially when you get one of your terrible headaches, just being near her seems to ease you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[That same comfort extends to when your past haunts you.|ch4-37aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[But when your past haunts you, she can’t truly help. Her words of comfort seem bitter instead, a reminder she has never been through what you have.|ch4-37ab][$fad_bit to "true"]]</span>The words you’re about to speak feel heavy on your tongue, carrying the weight of years of longing.
Closing your eyes for a brief moment, your memories wash over you, feeling the ache in your chest intensify. When you open your eyes again, you look into the mirror, seeing your own reflection wavering in the glass.
“I want to see my family,” you say, each word is like a plea to the mirror.
For a heartbeat, nothing happens, the mirror remains clouded.
But then, slowly, the glass begins to clear. The image that forms is hazy at first, like looking through a veil of mist. Then it sharpens, and you find yourself staring into a scene from your childhood, so familiar it brings a lump to your throat.
You see them. Your mother, father, and siblings—alive and smiling, captured in a moment of happiness.
It’s a simple scene, perhaps from an ordinary day, but to you, it is everything.
“Come here, my darling,” your mother’s voice echoes through the memory, gentle and loving, and your younger self rushes to her side, climbing into her lap.
“Look what I found!” your younger self says, holding up a small shiny stone, something that had seemed like a treasure at the time.
“Oh, a stone,” your mother remarks, “Where did you find such a… beautiful thing?”
“In the garden!” you reply, your voice bright and full of excitement. “Brother said it’s a lucky stone.”
The memory is so lifelike, so real, that you almost forget you’re just a spectator, watching a moment that has long since passed.
Unfortunately, as quickly as it appeared, the memory begins to fade, the image dissolving back into the clouded glass of the mirror.
“No,” you whisper, your voice breaking as your hand reaches out to touch the glass, desperate to hold onto that fleeting moment. “No, not yet…”
Alas, the moment is long gone. The memory is gone, and you’re left holding the now still and lifeless mirror, your reflection staring back at you with eyes that are too full of sorrow.
Fadiya steps closer, her hand resting on your shoulder, “Are you alright?”
You nod slowly, though your heart feels as heavy as lead. “I’m... I’m glad I saw them,” you say, though your voice is uncertain, and you can’t tell if you’re trying to convince her or yourself. “It’s been so long since I remembered them like that. They looked so happy.”
A tear escapes, trailing down your cheek, but you don’t wipe it away. <<if $disciplined lte 49>>You have always worn your emotions openly, you do not wish to hide it.<<else>>You don’t usually show your emotions so openly, but right now you can’t hide it.<</if>>
Without a word, Fadiya wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. “They’re still with you,” she whispers, “In your heart, in your memories. They’ll always be with you.”
Fadiya has a way of comforting you when things go wrong, she makes you feel lighter. Especially when you get one of your terrible headaches, just being near her seems to ease you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[That same comfort extends to when your past haunts you.|ch4-37aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[But when your past haunts you, she can’t truly help. Her words of comfort seem bitter instead, a reminder she has never been through what you have.|ch4-37ab][$fad_bit to "true"]]</span>With a voice that trembles only slightly, “I want to see my sister.”
The room seems to hold its breath as the words leave your lips.
You watch the mirror intently, expecting the clouds to part, to reveal a vision of the past, a glimpse of the sister you hardly remember. The mirror remains stubbornly clouded, the faint shimmer beneath the surface dimming until it fades entirely. The glass stays opaque, offering no answers, no memories, just an unyielding silence.
Your heart sinks as the moments pass and nothing happens. The mirror, for all its supposed power, refuses to reveal what you seek. You stare into its depths, willing it to show you something but it remains as blank and unresponsive as before.
Fadiya watches closely, her brow furrowing in concern. “It should have worked,” she murmurs, more to herself than to you. “Maybe try again?”
“I want to see my sister,” you repeat.
Still, nothing.
You swallow hard, “Perhaps the mirror can’t show you people you hardly remember.”
Fadiya steps closer, her hand resting on your shoulder to offer some comfort.
“I want to leave now,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as your gaze lingers on the mirror. “I don’t feel too well.”
Fadiya’s eyes soften with understanding, and she nods. “Alright,” she says gently, there’s no need for further explanation.
Together, the two of you carefully return everything to its proper place. Once the cabinet is closed, you both make your way to the door.
As you open the door, the cool air from the hallway rushes in.
As you reach for the handle, you hesitate for a moment, taking one last look around the room. Then, with a deep breath, you open the door and step outside into the hallway.
“Did you have fun?”
The sudden voice startles Fadiya, her hand flying to her chest in surprise.
Vincent is standing on the other side of the hallway, directly in front of the door, his arms crossed over his chest. There’s a slight tilt to his head, and you can tell he’s not exactly pleased with your little adventure.
“Vincent,” Fadiya says, a strained smile on her face. “We were just looking around.”
“Looking around?” Vincent repeats, his tone flat but carrying an unmistakable undertone of disapproval. His gaze shifts between the two of you, clearly unconvinced by her casual explanation.
“It was my idea,” Fadiya quickly adds, her voice firm, stepping forward slightly as if to shield you from his scrutiny. “I wanted to show some things to $name.”
“Of course,” Vincent remarks dryly, his lips pressing into a thin line.
“You—”
Vincent doesn’t engage with her, his focus turning to you, “Let’s go.”
The three of you walk in silence through the dimly lit corridors, the only sound the echo of your footsteps on the cold stone floor.
As you approach the door to your room, you notice Naima waiting outside.
[[Continue|ch4-38]]The same is true when your past haunts you; her presence soothes the pain and quiets the whispers of old memories.
The memory of your past still lingers, but it’s softened now, less of a raw wound and more of a tender ache, one that you can bear.
“Thank you,” you murmur.
She pulls back from the embrace, “I’m here with you, always.”
“I want to leave now,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as your gaze lingers on the mirror. “I don’t feel too well.”
Fadiya’s eyes soften with understanding, and she nods. “Alright,” she says gently, there’s no need for further explanation.
Together, the two of you carefully return everything to its proper place. Once the cabinet is closed, you both make your way to the door.
As you open the door, the cool air from the hallway rushes in.
As you reach for the handle, you hesitate for a moment, taking one last look around the room. Then, with a deep breath, you open the door and step outside into the hallway.
“Did you have fun?”
The sudden voice startles Fadiya, her hand flying to her chest in surprise.
Vincent is standing on the other side of the hallway, directly in front of the door, his arms crossed over his chest. There’s a slight tilt to his head, and you can tell he’s not exactly pleased with your little adventure.
“Vincent,” Fadiya says, a strained smile on her face. “We were just looking around.”
“Looking around?” Vincent repeats, his tone flat but carrying an unmistakable undertone of disapproval. His gaze shifts between the two of you, clearly unconvinced by her casual explanation.
“It was my idea,” Fadiya quickly adds, her voice firm, stepping forward slightly as if to shield you from his scrutiny. “I wanted to show some things to $name.”
“Of course,” Vincent remarks dryly, his lips pressing into a thin line.
“You—”
Vincent doesn’t engage with her, his focus turning to you, “Let’s go.”
The three of you walk in silence through the dimly lit corridors, the only sound the echo of your footsteps on the cold stone floor.
As you approach the door to your room, you notice Naima waiting outside.
[[Continue|ch4-38]]But when your past haunts you, she can’t truly help. Her words of comfort seem bitter instead, a reminder she has never been through what you have.
Her arms around you feel both comforting and suffocating at the same time, as if they’re trying to hold together something that’s already broken.
You want to find comfort in her presence, to let her words wash away the pain, but the reality is that her comfort only highlights the difference between your experiences.
She pulls back from the embrace, “I’m here with you, always.”
You nod, but it’s a hollow gesture, a reflex rather than a true response.
“I want to leave now,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as your gaze lingers on the mirror. “I don’t feel too well.”
Fadiya’s eyes soften with understanding, and she nods. “Alright,” she says gently, there’s no need for further explanation.
Together, the two of you carefully return everything to its proper place. Once the cabinet is closed, you both make your way to the door.
As you open the door, the cool air from the hallway rushes in.
As you reach for the handle, you hesitate for a moment, taking one last look around the room. Then, with a deep breath, you open the door and step outside into the hallway.
“Did you have fun?”
The sudden voice startles Fadiya, her hand flying to her chest in surprise.
Vincent is standing on the other side of the hallway, directly in front of the door, his arms crossed over his chest. There’s a slight tilt to his head, and you can tell he’s not exactly pleased with your little adventure.
“Vincent,” Fadiya says, a strained smile on her face. “We were just looking around.”
“Looking around?” Vincent repeats, his tone flat but carrying an unmistakable undertone of disapproval. His gaze shifts between the two of you, clearly unconvinced by her casual explanation.
“It was my idea,” Fadiya quickly adds, her voice firm, stepping forward slightly as if to shield you from his scrutiny. “I wanted to show some things to $name.”
“Of course,” Vincent remarks dryly, his lips pressing into a thin line.
“You—”
Vincent doesn’t engage with her, his focus turning to you, “Let’s go.”
The three of you walk in silence through the dimly lit corridors, the only sound the echo of your footsteps on the cold stone floor.
As you approach the door to your room, you notice Naima waiting outside.
[[Continue|ch4-38]]“Where were the three of you?” she asks, her tone light but with an underlying note of inquiry.
Vincent opens his mouth to answer, but Fadiya steps in quickly. “We were taking a walk,” she says, her voice steady, her smile reassuring.
“Ah,” Naima replies, a smile touching her lips as she looks between you and Fadiya. “I hope it was pleasant.”
“It was,” Fadiya responds, her smile genuine now, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Naima’s gaze shifts to you, “Alright, time to sleep,” she says gently, before adding, “Make sure you get some rest, $name. We’ll be leaving early in the morning.”
You ask, “Did everything go smoothly?”
She nods, giving you a reassuring look before turning her attention to Vincent. “Make sure everything is secure for the night,” she instructs, her voice soft but authoritative.
“I will,” Vincent replies, his tone clipped as he gives a nod. He’s already moving to check the room’s door and windows as you and Fadiya exchange a final glance.
Fadiya reaches out to give your hand a quick squeeze. “Goodnight,” she whispers before following Naima down the hall.
Once they’re gone, you step into the room. Vincent is already inside, carefully going over every inch of the room.
You move to your bed, the silence between you feels uncomfortable.
Vincent finishes his inspection and turns to you, “I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
“Weren’t you going to stay?” you ask.
“I’ll stay outside for a few hours,” he replies, his voice flat. “Sleep.”
Before you can respond, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you alone.
The room is quiet, save for the faint rustle of the wind outside, and you lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
[[Continue|ch4-38a]]The next morning, the departure is delayed well beyond the intended time. What was meant to be an early start has now stretched into the late morning, with those who were supposed to join you for the journey still nowhere to be seen.
Naima initially decides to give them a few more hours, hoping they will arrive soon. However, as the sun climbs higher in the sky, she grows a bit frustrated.
“It’s already after midday,” Naima finally says, her tone edged with impatience as she rubs her head. “We should start moving.”
Fadiya frowns, “Can’t we wait a bit longer? They might be close.”
Naima shakes her head, “No, it’s fine if we leave now. They know our route and the stops we’ll make, there’s no sense in waiting any longer. We’ll reach the next stop before nightfall and set up camp and if they catch up, they’ll join us. If not, we’ll see them in Vesphire.”
Fadiya looks at the distant trees that line the route, their bare branches swaying gently in the cold breeze. “Vesphire looks close, but it’s still far away,” she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else.
You step closer, “We should get there by tomorrow night, right?”
Fadiya nods, “Yes, if all goes well.”
Soon enough, the carriage is ready, and you all gather near it. Naima takes one last look down the road, her eyes narrowing as if expecting to see the others rushing to join you at the last moment but the road remains empty, and with a sigh, she signals for everyone to board.
You climb into the carriage, settling into the seat beside Fadiya. Naima takes her place opposite her daughter, while Vincent sits across from you, his expression as unreadable as ever.
With a lurch, the carriage begins to move, the creaking of the wooden wheels the only sound as you resume your journey. The landscape outside slowly passes by, a blur of green and brown as the trees stretch out in every direction.
Fadiya at Naima, breaking the silence. “Do you think the others will catch up by tonight?”
Naima shakes her head slightly, “It’s possible, but I wouldn’t count on it. They’ll likely want to make a stop to rest unless they’re willing to endure a very long ride without a break.”
Fadiya sighs softly, leaning back against the seat. “I suppose you’re right. I was just hoping we could all travel together.”
Naima offers a small smile, “I know but we’ll see them soon enough.”
Vincent speaks up, “Do you think something might have happened to them? They were supposed to be here this morning.”
Naima’s gaze meets his, “It’s unlikely anything serious has happened. If there were any real danger, we’d have heard by now.”
Fadiya fidgets with the edge of her new cloak, her brow furrowed, “I hope they’re safe.”
The carriage rocks gently as it continues down the road, and the conversation drifts into a comfortable silence.
After a few moments, Naima breaks the silence, her voice carrying a note of nostalgia. “It has been a long time since I visited Vesphire,” she says, her gaze distant as she recalls old memories. “I do wonder what it’s like now.”
“You’ve been there before?” you ask, surprised. You furrow your brows in curiosity—Naima had never mentioned this to you before.
Naima looks at you, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, I lived there when I was a child. It was before any of you were even born.”
“It was quite different back then,” she continues, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Due to me being a mage, I had to live very quietly. I lived in the ruins beneath the city with other mages, almost like I was hidden away from the world. I didn’t get to experience much of what the regular folk did. My world was small, confined to the underground, but I did move around the kingdoms a lot so I have lived in every kingdom.”
“I can’t picture it,” you admit, shaking your head slightly. “The ruins, I mean. I always think of the city above.”
Naima nods, understanding. “It’s hard to imagine if you’ve never seen it. The ruins were a place of safety for us mages, but it also made me feel very isolated.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Almost like a gilded cage.”|ch4-38aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It must have been hard.”|ch4-38ab]]</span>“Almost like a gilded cage,” you say, relating to her experience more than you expected to.
She nods, “You could say that.”
Hearing about her life in Vesphire, about the isolation and the quiet life she had to live, you understand why she must have worked hard to create a world where Fadiya didn’t have to live like that.
“Vesphire won’t be too different from what you remember as a child,” Naima says, “The palace has been rebuilt, but from what I’ve heard, it still retains much of its old character.”
You consider her words, though doubt lingers in your mind. A lot can change in eleven years, especially in Vesphire.
[[Continue|ch4-39]]“It must have been hard,” you say, empathizing with the loneliness she must have felt.
She nods, “It was.”
Hearing about her life in Vesphire, about the isolation and the quiet life she had to live, you understand why she must have worked hard to create a world where Fadiya didn’t have to live like that.
“Vesphire won’t be too different from what you remember as a child,” Naima says, “The palace has been rebuilt, but from what I’ve heard, it still retains much of its old character.”
You consider her words, though doubt lingers in your mind. A lot can change in eleven years, especially in Vesphire.
[[Continue|ch4-39]]As the carriage rolls to a stop at your next destination, the sky is painted with the hues of an approaching sunset.
You feel the stiffness in your limbs as you step out, your body protesting the six hours spent confined in the carriage. The air is crisp and cold, a welcome change from the cramped space inside.
Vincent is the last to step down, his mood immediately shifting. “We need to set up camp quickly,” he begins, his voice cutting through the quiet evening air. “I will start by securing the perimeter, then—”
Fadiya, who had already wandered over to the horses drawing the carriage, gently strokes their manes, offering them the first touch of warmth they’ve likely felt in hours. She glances over her shoulder at Vincent, an exasperated look on her face, “Gods, Vincent, give us a moment to breathe.”
Vincent pauses mid-sentence, a slight frown creasing his brow as he processes her words.
“Leave him be,” Naima scolds Fadiya lightly, “He’s probably not used to sitting around for so long, unlike someone I know.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unfazed by her mother’s gentle reprimand.
“Fadiya, go gather some wood for the fire,” Naima instructs her.
Fadiya nods, giving the horse one last pat before moving away to complete the task.
Naima moves to unload the carriage, assisting the two drivers with the various supplies, while Vincent begins his meticulous sweep of the area, ensuring everything is secure.
You find yourself following Fadiya, the slightly cold air biting at your cheeks as you walk through the nearby woods. The sound of a river rushing over rocks reaches your ears, adding a soothing backdrop to the quiet surroundings.
Fadiya moves ahead with ease, her hands deftly picking up sticks and fallen branches that would make good firewood.
She picks up a fallen branch, examining it closely for a moment before trying to snap it over her knee. The branch, however, proves stubborn, refusing to break as easily as she’d hoped. She gives it another try, but it only bends slightly, resisting her efforts.
Fadiya pauses, glancing over at you with a look that clearly says she’s expecting you to help.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Give it to me.”|ch4-39a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not dirtying my hands.”|ch4-39b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Vincent can break those after we gather them.”|ch4-39c]]</span>“Give it to me,” you say, holding out your hand.
<<if $strength gte 45>>With a smile, she hands you the branch. You take it, feeling the rough bark under your fingers, and with a quick, decisive motion, snap it cleanly in half. The sound echoes briefly through the trees, and you hand the pieces back to Fadiya.
She gives you a mock applause, grinning as she takes the broken pieces. “Impressive,” she teases, “You have saved me from an epic battle.”
“Happy to help,” you reply, watching as she adds the broken pieces to her growing pile of firewood.<<else>>You grip the branch tightly, bracing it against your knee as you press down with all your strength, but the wood refuses to give.
You glance at Fadiya, who is watching you with a mix of amusement and sympathy.
“I suppose this one’s tougher than it looks,” you say, trying to laugh it off, though the sting of failure lingers.
Fadiya chuckles softly, “Don’t worry about it,” she says, taking the branch back from you. “We can just use it as it is.”
She places the branch with the rest of the firewood she’s gathered.<</if>>
As Fadiya gathers more wood, she speaks up, “Mother is way too nice to Vincent. She always has been, ever since… well, you know.”
“You mean after that time you punched him?” you ask, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you remember the incident.
Fadiya snorts, amusement flashing in her eyes. “Yes, that,” she says, shaking her head as she kneels to gather more kindling. “He deserved it, he was being awful, he always is. She always tries to see the best in people, even when they don’t deserve it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Isn’t that exactly what you do too?”|ch4-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I have some bad news, you’re just like her.”|ch4-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow and just stare at her.|ch4-40c]]</span>You meet her gaze and, without missing a beat, respond, “I’m not dirtying my hands.”
Fadiya shakes her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Royalty,” she says with a light laugh, but there’s no real annoyance in her voice.
She places the branch with the rest of the firewood she’s gathered.
As Fadiya gathers more wood, she speaks up, “Mother is way too nice to Vincent. She always has been, ever since… well, you know.”
“You mean after that time you punched him?” you ask, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you remember the incident.
Fadiya snorts, amusement flashing in her eyes. “Yes, that,” she says, shaking her head as she kneels to gather more kindling. “He deserved it, he was being awful, he always is. She always tries to see the best in people, even when they don’t deserve it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Isn’t that exactly what you do too?”|ch4-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I have some bad news, you’re just like her.”|ch4-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow and just stare at her.|ch4-40c]]</span>“Just make Vincent break those after we gather them,” you suggest.
“Not a bad idea,” she replies, tossing the unbroken branch onto the growing pile at her feet. “Might as well let him put all that strength to good use.”
As Fadiya gathers more wood, she speaks up, “Mother is way too nice to Vincent. She always has been, ever since… well, you know.”
“You mean after that time you punched him?” you ask, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you remember the incident.
Fadiya snorts, amusement flashing in her eyes. “Yes, that,” she says, shaking her head as she kneels to gather more kindling. “He deserved it, he was being awful, he always is. She always tries to see the best in people, even when they don’t deserve it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Isn’t that exactly what you do too?”|ch4-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I have some bad news, you’re just like her.”|ch4-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow and just stare at her.|ch4-40c]]</span>“Isn’t that exactly what you do too?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you glance over at her.
Fadiya pauses, looking up at you with a doubtful expression. “No,” she says firmly, though the doubt in her voice is obvious.
You let out a small sigh, shaking your head slightly. “Unfortunately, you do. And that’s why you sometimes end up with people who don’t deserve you.”
Fadiya blinks, the words sinking in as she frowns. She knows you’re right, even if she doesn’t want to admit it, “That’s different, they’re not terrible when I first get to know them.”
You crouch down beside her, gathering a few stray branches as you speak, “You always give people the benefit of the doubt, and that’s a good thing, Fadiya. But–”
Before you can finish, Fadiya abruptly stands up, brushing off the dirt from her hands with a light, almost absentminded gesture. “I’ve been told that before,” she says, “that I see things in people that aren’t really there… and that I ignore the terrible things that are.”
She pauses, her gaze drifting over the ground as she shakes her head slightly. Bending down to gather the wood she’s collected, her movements become more deliberate, as if she’s trying to organize the sticks in her hands and her thoughts as well.
“I don’t really want to talk about it right now,” she continues, “Let’s head back. I think we’ve got enough for the fire.”
You nod, recognizing the shift in her mood, and rise to your feet, “Alright.”
The two of you make your way back to camp, and as you approach you notice Vincent back at the camp, his figure outlined by the light of the fading day.
As soon as you and Fadiya step into the clearing, Vincent’s sharp eyes land on the two of you.
“Put the wood over there,” he instructs, pointing the fire pit that has yet to be lit.
You see Fadiya pause for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looks at the spot Vincent indicated. It’s clear she’s debating whether to just drop the wood on the ground right where she stands just to not comply with him or not.
However, after a moment’s pause, she lets out a breath and forces a smile, choosing, for once, to comply without argument.
“Alright,” she says lightly, and moves to place the wood where Vincent indicated.
Once the wood is in place, Naima steps forward, “Let’s get the fire started.” She kneels beside the fire pit, extending her hands over the wood.
Fire magic isn’t Naima’s area of expertise, and it shows in the way the flames struggle to catch. The wood crackles and smokes for a few tense moments before finally, a small flame flickers to life, quickly growing as Naima feeds it more of her energy.
“There we go,” Naima says with a relieved smile, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead as the fire finally takes hold. “Now we can start cooking.”
Fadiya lets out an exasperated sigh, “Why didn’t we bring food that was already prepared? I’m hungry.”
Naima chuckles softly, glancing at you, “We can’t serve food that isn’t fresh to the Royal Consort.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That wasn’t necessary, really. I would have been fine with anything.”|ch4-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The servants used to serve me spoiled food when I was younger. Food that’s more than six hours old isn’t an issue for my stomach.”|ch4-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for the consideration.”|ch4-41c]]</span>You pause, watching her for a moment as she continues to collect wood, then say, “I have some bad news, you’re just like her.”
Fadiya pauses, looking up at you with a doubtful expression. “No,” she says firmly, though the doubt in her voice is obvious.
You let out a small sigh, shaking your head slightly. “Unfortunately, you are. And that’s why you sometimes end up with people who don’t deserve you.”
Fadiya blinks, the words sinking in as she frowns. She knows you’re right, even if she doesn’t want to admit it, “That’s different, they’re not terrible when I first get to know them.”
You crouch down beside her, gathering a few stray branches as you speak, “You always give people the benefit of the doubt, and that’s a good thing, Fadiya. But–”
Before you can finish, Fadiya abruptly stands up, brushing off the dirt from her hands with a light, almost absentminded gesture. “I’ve been told that before,” she says, “that I see things in people that aren’t really there… and that I ignore the terrible things that are.”
She pauses, her gaze drifting over the ground as she shakes her head slightly. Bending down to gather the wood she’s collected, her movements become more deliberate, as if she’s trying to organize the sticks in her hands and her thoughts as well.
“I don’t really want to talk about it right now,” she continues, “Let’s head back. I think we’ve got enough for the fire.”
You nod, recognizing the shift in her mood, and rise to your feet, “Alright.”
The two of you make your way back to camp, and as you approach you notice Vincent back at the camp, his figure outlined by the light of the fading day.
As soon as you and Fadiya step into the clearing, Vincent’s sharp eyes land on the two of you.
“Put the wood over there,” he instructs, pointing the fire pit that has yet to be lit.
You see Fadiya pause for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looks at the spot Vincent indicated. It’s clear she’s debating whether to just drop the wood on the ground right where she stands just to not comply with him or not.
However, after a moment’s pause, she lets out a breath and forces a smile, choosing, for once, to comply without argument.
“Alright,” she says lightly, and moves to place the wood where Vincent indicated.
Once the wood is in place, Naima steps forward, “Let’s get the fire started.” She kneels beside the fire pit, extending her hands over the wood.
Fire magic isn’t Naima’s area of expertise, and it shows in the way the flames struggle to catch. The wood crackles and smokes for a few tense moments before finally, a small flame flickers to life, quickly growing as Naima feeds it more of her energy.
“There we go,” Naima says with a relieved smile, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead as the fire finally takes hold. “Now we can start cooking.”
Fadiya lets out an exasperated sigh, “Why didn’t we bring food that was already prepared? I’m hungry.”
Naima chuckles softly, glancing at you, “We can’t serve food that isn’t fresh to the Royal Consort.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That wasn’t necessary, really. I would have been fine with anything.”|ch4-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The servants used to serve me spoiled food when I was younger. Food that’s more than six hours old isn’t an issue for my stomach.”|ch4-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for the consideration.”|ch4-41c]]</span>You raise an eyebrow and stare at her.
Fadiya pauses, looking up at you, “What?”
“You’re just like her,” you state.
“No,” she says firmly, though the doubt in her voice is obvious.
You let out a small sigh, shaking your head slightly. “Unfortunately, you are. And that’s why you sometimes end up with people who don’t deserve you.”
Fadiya blinks, the words sinking in as she frowns. She knows you’re right, even if she doesn’t want to admit it, “That’s different, they’re not terrible when I first get to know them.”
You crouch down beside her, gathering a few stray branches as you speak, “You always give people the benefit of the doubt, and that’s a good thing, Fadiya. But–”
Before you can finish, Fadiya abruptly stands up, brushing off the dirt from her hands with a light, almost absentminded gesture. “I’ve been told that before,” she says, “that I see things in people that aren’t really there… and that I ignore the terrible things that are.”
She pauses, her gaze drifting over the ground as she shakes her head slightly. Bending down to gather the wood she’s collected, her movements become more deliberate, as if she’s trying to organize the sticks in her hands and her thoughts as well.
“I don’t really want to talk about it right now,” she continues, “Let’s head back. I think we’ve got enough for the fire.”
You nod, recognizing the shift in her mood, and rise to your feet, “Alright.”
The two of you make your way back to camp, and as you approach you notice Vincent back at the camp, his figure outlined by the light of the fading day.
As soon as you and Fadiya step into the clearing, Vincent’s sharp eyes land on the two of you.
“Put the wood over there,” he instructs, pointing the fire pit that has yet to be lit.
You see Fadiya pause for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looks at the spot Vincent indicated. It’s clear she’s debating whether to just drop the wood on the ground right where she stands just to not comply with him or not.
However, after a moment’s pause, she lets out a breath and forces a smile, choosing, for once, to comply without argument.
“Alright,” she says lightly, and moves to place the wood where Vincent indicated.
Once the wood is in place, Naima steps forward, “Let’s get the fire started.” She kneels beside the fire pit, extending her hands over the wood.
Fire magic isn’t Naima’s area of expertise, and it shows in the way the flames struggle to catch. The wood crackles and smokes for a few tense moments before finally, a small flame flickers to life, quickly growing as Naima feeds it more of her energy.
“There we go,” Naima says with a relieved smile, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead as the fire finally takes hold. “Now we can start cooking.”
Fadiya lets out an exasperated sigh, “Why didn’t we bring food that was already prepared? I’m hungry.”
Naima chuckles softly, glancing at you, “We can’t serve food that isn’t fresh to the Royal Consort.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That wasn’t necessary, really. I would have been fine with anything.”|ch4-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The servants used to serve me spoiled food when I was younger. Food that’s more than six hours old isn’t an issue for my stomach.”|ch4-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for the consideration.”|ch4-41c]]</span>You shake your head, “That wasn’t necessary, really. I would have been fine with anything.”
Naima smiles warmly, “Perhaps, but it’s important that we take care of you properly. Also, there’s something special about a meal cooked over an open fire, don’t you think?”
“That doesn’t make waiting any easier,” Fadiya says.
Naima sighs with mock exasperation, “Then help me prepare the food.”
Fadiya shakes her head, “I’ll go check on Asha, my poor girl must be lonely.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can help.”|ch4-42a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go then.”|ch4-42b]]</span>“The servants used to serve me spoiled food when I was younger,” you say, “Food that’s more than six hours old isn’t an issue for my stomach.”
Naima’s expression softens, a shadow passing over her face. “Well, those days are long behind you,” she says gently, “Also, there’s something special about a meal cooked over an open fire, don’t you think?”
“That doesn’t make waiting any easier,” Fadiya says.
Naima sighs with mock exasperation, “Then help me prepare the food.”
Fadiya shakes her head, “I’ll go check on Asha, my poor girl must be lonely.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can help.”|ch4-42a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go then.”|ch4-42b]]</span>You smile back, appreciating the effort they’re making despite the circumstances, “Thank you for the consideration.”
Naima waves her hand dismissively, “It is the least I can do. Also, there’s something special about a meal cooked over an open fire, don’t you think?”
“That doesn’t make waiting any easier,” Fadiya says.
Naima sighs with mock exasperation, “Then help me prepare the food.”
Fadiya shakes her head, “I’ll go check on Asha, my poor girl must be lonely.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can help.”|ch4-42a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go then.”|ch4-42b]]</span><<if $hobby1 is "Cooking" or $hobby2 is "Cooking">>You shake your head, already rolling up your sleeves. “I can help,” you say, stepping forward.
Naima raises an eyebrow, “Are you certain?”
“I insist,” you reply. “I like to cook.”
With a slight smile, Naima hands you a small bundle of potatoes. “Alright then, you can handle these,” she says, before turning to Vincent with a more confident tone. “Vincent, you take care of the meat.”
You glance around, spotting a small table that had been brought out from the carriage. It’s not particularly sturdy, the wood creaking slightly as you place the potatoes on top, but it will have to do. You pick up a knife, turning one of the potatoes over in your hand.
You settle into the rhythm of peeling and slicing the potatoes, your hands moving with a familiarity born from years of practice.
While you’re working on the potatoes, you glance over at Vincent, who is working with practiced efficiency. The meat is already nearly prepared, his knife moving swiftly and with purpose.
He seems completely at ease, just like you.
After a while, Vincent approaches. “Are you done with those?” he asks.
You nod, placing the last of the potato chunks into a wooden bowl before handing it over to him.
<<if $Vincent_rs gte 40 and $kind gte 50>>“Thank you,” Vincent says.
You’re a bit surprised by the words, and you nod. “You’re welcome,” you reply, your voice matching his quietness.
<</if>>Then, he returns to the fire, where he begins heating the pot and preparing the base for the stew.
[[Continue|ch4-43]]<<else>>You shake your head, already rolling up your sleeves. “I can help,” you say, stepping forward.
Naima raises an eyebrow, “Are you certain?”
“I insist,” you reply.
With a slight smile, Naima hands you a small bundle of potatoes. “Alright then, you can handle these,” she says, before turning to Vincent with a more confident tone. “Vincent, you take care of the meat.”
You glance around, spotting a small table that had been brought out from the carriage. It’s not particularly sturdy, the wood creaking slightly as you place the potatoes on top, but it will have to do. You pick up a knife, turning one of the potatoes over in your hand.
Cooking, particularly something as simple as peeling potatoes, is not something you’ve had much experience with since the palace staff always handle it.
The small knife feels unfamiliar in your hand as you make the first cut, trying to peel the skin as cleanly as possible. It’s slow going, each peel requiring careful effort to avoid cutting too deep.
You focus on the task, brow furrowed in concentration as you work your way through the pile. Time stretches on, and it’s not long before you realize that peeling and chopping is more tedious than you had imagined.
While you’re still struggling with the potatoes, you glance over at Vincent, who is working with practiced efficiency. The meat is already nearly prepared, his knife moving swiftly and with purpose.
He seems completely at ease, while you’re still wrestling with your second potato.
Vincent finishes with the meat and notices your slow progress, he wipes his hands on a cloth and walks over.
He observes your efforts for a moment before extending his hand. “Give them to me,” he says, his tone making it seem more of an order than a request.
You look up then down at the pile of half-peeled potatoes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Refuse, stubbornly, “I said I’ll do it.”|ch4-42aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hesitate, “You want to do it?”|ch4-42ab]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look at him, sadness clear on your face, “Am I that bad at this?”|ch4-42ac]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Grumble, “Stop bothering me, go away.”|ch4-42ad]]</span><</if>>“I said I’ll do it,” you reply, your voice firm as you refuse to hand over the potatoes.
“The potatoes are one of the last ingredients to go into stews because they get too soft if added too early,” he explains, his tone steady and practical. “I’m starting the stew now. Do you want me to do the rest so it gets done faster, or do you want to do a few more and hand the rest over to me?”
His words are reasonable and you know the others must be hungry but the thought of giving up entirely on this small task grates against your pride.
“Why are those my only options?” you ask, slightly annoyed.
Vincent lets out a small sigh and without another word, he grabs a potato from your pile. Then, he takes the knife from your hands and starts to peel it in front of you.
“Do it like this,” he says, his tone more instructive now. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. When you chop it, make sure the pieces are small enough to cook quickly but big enough that they don’t disintegrate.”
You find yourself nodding slowly, almost without realizing it.
Once he’s finished peeling and chopping the potato, he places the pieces in a wooden bowl he had nearby. Then, he returns to the fire, where he begins heating the pot and preparing the base for the stew.
You focus on the potatoes once again and you try to make each cut smoother, more efficient.
After a few more potatoes, your fingers are sore, and you realize you have barely made a dent in the pile.
With a reluctant sigh, you gather the remaining unpeeled potatoes and hand them over to Vincent. “Here,” you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.
<<if $Vincent_rs gte 30 and $kind gte 50>>“Thank you,” Vincent says.
You’re a bit surprised by the words, and you nod. “You’re welcome,” you reply, your voice matching his quietness.<<else>>He doesn’t say anything and starts working on the potatoes.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-43]]“You want to do it?” you ask, your voice uncertain.
Vincent’s gaze doesn’t waver. “It will be faster if I do,” he replies, his tone matter-of-fact.
His words are reasonable and you know the others must be hungry but the thought of giving up entirely on this small task grates you.
Vincent lets out a small sigh and without another word, he grabs a potato from your pile. Then, he takes the knife from your hands and starts to peel it in front of you.
“Do it like this,” he says, his tone more instructive now. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. When you chop it, make sure the pieces are small enough to cook quickly but big enough that they don’t disintegrate.”
You find yourself nodding slowly, almost without realizing it.
Once he’s finished peeling and chopping the potato, he places the pieces in a wooden bowl he had nearby. Then, he returns to the fire, where he begins heating the pot and preparing the base for the stew.
You focus on the potatoes once again and you try to make each cut smoother, more efficient.
After a few more potatoes, your fingers are sore, and you realize you have barely made a dent in the pile.
With a reluctant sigh, you gather the remaining unpeeled potatoes and hand them over to Vincent. “Here,” you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.
<<if $Vincent_rs gte 30 and $kind gte 50>>“Thank you,” Vincent says.
You’re a bit surprised by the words, and you nod. “You’re welcome,” you reply, your voice matching his quietness.<<else>>He doesn’t say anything and starts working on the potatoes.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-43]]You meet Vincent’s eyes, sadness clear in your expression. “Am I that bad at this?” you ask, your voice soft.
Vincent lets out a small sigh and without another word, he grabs a potato from your pile. Then, he takes the knife from your hands and starts to peel it in front of you.
“Do it like this,” he says, his tone more instructive now. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. When you chop it, make sure the pieces are small enough to cook quickly but big enough that they don’t disintegrate.”
You find yourself nodding slowly, almost without realizing it.
Once he’s finished peeling and chopping the potato, he places the pieces in a wooden bowl he had nearby. Then, he returns to the fire, where he begins heating the pot and preparing the base for the stew.
You focus on the potatoes once again and you try to make each cut smoother, more efficient.
After a few more potatoes, your fingers are sore, and you realize you have barely made a dent in the pile.
With a reluctant sigh, you gather the remaining unpeeled potatoes and hand them over to Vincent. “Here,” you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.
<<if $Vincent_rs gte 30 and $kind gte 50>>“Thank you,” Vincent says.
You’re a bit surprised by the words, and you nod. “You’re welcome,” you reply, your voice matching his quietness.<<else>>He doesn’t say anything and starts working on the potatoes.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-43]]“Stop bothering me, go away,” you grumble, your pride stinging as you try to wave him off.
He continues to stand there, he says flatly, “It will take you hours.”
You glare at him, annoyed.
Vincent lets out a small sigh and without another word, he grabs a potato from your pile. Then, he takes the knife from your hands and starts to peel it in front of you.
“Do it like this,” he says, his tone more instructive now. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. When you chop it, make sure the pieces are small enough to cook quickly but big enough that they don’t disintegrate.”
You find yourself nodding slowly, almost without realizing it.
Once he’s finished peeling and chopping the potato, he places the pieces in a wooden bowl he had nearby. Then, he returns to the fire, where he begins heating the pot and preparing the base for the stew.
You focus on the potatoes once again and you try to make each cut smoother, more efficient.
After a few more potatoes, your fingers are sore, and you realize you have barely made a dent in the pile.
With a reluctant sigh, you gather the remaining unpeeled potatoes and hand them over to Vincent. “Here,” you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.
<<if $Vincent_rs gte 30 and $kind gte 50>>“Thank you,” Vincent says.
You’re a bit surprised by the words, and you nod. “You’re welcome,” you reply, your voice matching his quietness.<<else>>He doesn’t say anything and starts working on the potatoes.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch4-43]]About forty minutes later, as the gentle hum of the camp settles into the quiet night, you hear the soft crunch of footsteps approaching your tent.
The fabric of the entrance rustles slightly before Vincent steps inside with a bowl of food in hand. The warm aroma wafts through the air, a contrast to the chilly air that he brings in.
The flickering light from the campfire outside casts a warm glow through the tent’s fabric, illuminating Vincent’s features in a soft, amber hue.
“Food,” he says, holding out the bowl to you.
You sit up, taking the bowl from him. The warmth of the food seeps into your hands, and you can see steam rising from the hearty stew.
Vincent remains standing for a moment, watching as you take a small bite. It’s a simple meal but it’s nice.
As you eat, the warmth of the food seeping through you, you begin to hear the distant sound of horses and the creak of wooden wheels. The noise is faint at first, but it gradually grows louder, cutting through the stillness of the night.
“The others must have arrived,” you say, glancing up at Vincent.
He tilts his head slightly, listening to the sounds outside, then nods in agreement. His body relaxes, as if relieved. Without another word, he turns to leave, pausing briefly at the tent’s entrance before stepping out into the night.
You finish the stew more quickly than you anticipated, a reminder of just how hungry you were. Setting the empty bowl aside, you rise and step out of the tent, the cold air immediately greeting you as you venture outside.
The camp is bathed in the soft glow of the fire, shadows dancing across the ground. Your eyes are drawn to a group near the fire, where you spot Soarine and Vincent standing together. Vincent is holding a ladle, serving what appears to be another bowl of the same stew you just had.
Soarine looks up as she notices you approaching. “There you are!” she calls out cheerfully, her voice cutting through the night air with a warmth that matches the firelight. “I was just about to come and find you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Princess,” you greet her formally, with a tone that is meant to remind her of your position.|ch4-43a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Princess,” you smile.|ch4-43b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, for what?” you ask.|ch4-43c]]</span>“Alright,” you say with a nod. “I’ll go then.”
As you turn to leave, you catch sight of Fadiya still standing near the tents, holding Asha securely in her arms. The frog’s wide eyes blink slowly as it nestles against her, clearly content in her embrace. Fadiya glances up and meets your gaze, offering a small smile.
You wave at her, and she waves back, her smile widening just a bit.
With that, you head toward your tent, and you step inside, the warmth of the enclosed space immediately begins to seep into your bones. The tent is simple but well-prepared, a makeshift bed prepared with a thick blanket already laid out for you to rest on.
[[Continue|ch4-43]]“Princess,” you greet her formally, your tone carrying a hint of your position.
Soarine offers you a wide smile before bowing, “Please, call me by my name. We’ve known each other long enough for that, haven’t we?”
You nod, acknowledging her request, “Very well, where are the others?”
Soarine tilts her head slightly, thinking for a moment before answering. “Helios is in his tent while $E_name is in $E_theirs, and Hunter is wandering around near the river. $H_HeShe said something about checking the area.”
You glance toward the trees, their dark silhouettes stark against the night sky, obscuring your view of the riverbank beyond. The shadows stretch out before you, deep and impenetrable, and you realize how difficult it would be to see anything clearly from this distance.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Walk to Hunter despite how dark it is.|ch4-44a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s too dark, you’d rather stay near the light.|ch4-44b]]</span>“Princess,” you smile at her.
Soarine offers you a wide smile, “Please, call me by my name. We’ve known each other long enough for that, haven’t we?”
You nod, acknowledging her request, “Alright, Soarine. Where are the others?”
Soarine tilts her head slightly, thinking for a moment before answering. “Helios is in his tent while $E_name is in $E_theirs, and Hunter is wandering around near the river. $H_HeShe said something about checking the area.”
You glance toward the trees, their dark silhouettes stark against the night sky, obscuring your view of the riverbank beyond. The shadows stretch out before you, deep and impenetrable, and you realize how difficult it would be to see anything clearly from this distance.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Walk to Hunter despite how dark it is.|ch4-44a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s too dark, you’d rather stay near the light.|ch4-44b]]</span>“Oh, for what?” you ask, curiosity piqued.
“No reason in particular,” she replies with a wide, cheerful smile.
You blink, slightly puzzled. “Alright, then. Where are the others?”
Soarine tilts her head slightly, thinking for a moment before answering. “Helios is in his tent while $E_name is in $E_theirs, and Hunter is wandering around near the river. $H_HeShe said something about checking the area.”
You glance toward the trees, their dark silhouettes stark against the night sky, obscuring your view of the riverbank beyond. The shadows stretch out before you, deep and impenetrable, and you realize how difficult it would be to see anything clearly from this distance.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Walk to Hunter despite how dark it is.|ch4-44a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s too dark, you’d rather stay near the light.|ch4-44b]]</span>Before you can take a step, Vincent’s voice cuts through the quiet, “Wait.”
He strides over to the carriage, retrieving an oil lamp from the supplies. He lights it, the small flame flickering to life and casting a warm glow. He hands the lamp to you, “Take this. It’s too dark out there.”
For a moment, you’re surprised he is letting you go alone. You take the lamp with a nod, feeling the subtle heat of it.
As you walk away from the warmth of the campfire, the sounds of the night become more pronounced. The rustling of leaves, the occasional snap of a twig underfoot, and the distant murmur of the river blend together, creating a quiet symphony of the wilderness.
The lamp’s glow casts long shadows across the ground, illuminating your path just enough to keep you from stumbling. You follow the sound of the water, its gentle flow guiding you closer to where Hunter might be.
As you approach, you see Hunter more clearly, their hands trailing through the water, creating ripples that dance in the moonlight.
The lamplight catches the glint of metal—Hunter’s sword, resting beside them on the ground.
“What are you doing out here?” you ask, your voice breaking the tranquil silence.
Hunter glances up, a faint smile playing on their lips. “Just thinking,” $H_heshe replies, their voice soft. They continue to play with the water, letting it flow through their fingers, the droplets sparkling as they fall back into the river.
“About?” you prompt, walking closer, the lamp’s light casting a soft glow on the both of you.
Hunter shakes $H_hisher head slightly, $H_hisher gaze returning to the water. “Nothing too important,” they say, though the way their eyes linger on the flowing current suggests otherwise.
There’s a pause, the quiet night filling the space between you, before Hunter speaks again. “People say water can hold memories,” they muse, “it leaves the good parts with the person and washes away the bad parts. It’s said to be the best companion to talk to.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Do you believe that?”|ch4-44aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Chuckle, “What do I do if I don’t have water nearby?”|ch4-44ab]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “Why not speak to me instead? I drink a lot of water, you know.”|ch4-44ac]]</span>“It’s so dark,” you murmur, more to yourself than to Soarine. The fire’s light feels safer, more inviting, than the dark woods.
Soarine notices your gaze and smiles, “It is, but the fire’s here to keep us company.”
With that, she takes the bowl of food Vincent handed her earlier and sits down on a log in front of the fire. She pats the spot next to her, inviting you to join her.
You sit beside her, the crackling flames are the only sound for a while.
The flap of a nearby tent rustles, and Helios steps out, his gaze sweeping across the camp. He spots Vincent first and heads toward him, but as he walks, his eyes flick in your direction.
The moment is brief, his gaze quickly shifting away, almost as if he’s avoiding eye contact with you.
It’s unusual for him. Helios usually greets you formally, with a nod or a polite word, but this time, he seems different.
Before you can dwell on Helios’ behavior, the sound of soft footsteps reaches your ears, and you turn to see Fadiya emerging from her tent.
She rubs her eyes, clearly just waking up from a nap, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She looks around, her gaze settling on you and Soarine by the fire.
Fadiya walks over to you, sitting down beside you with a tired sigh. “I’m hungry,” she says, her voice still thick with sleep.
Soarine gestures toward the pot of stew by the fire, “Go get yourself a bowl of food before it’s all gone.”
Fadiya groans, clearly not thrilled at the prospect of moving again, but eventually, she pushes herself up and trudges over to Vincent.
You watch as she reaches him, and Vincent, without a word, hands her a bowl of stew. Fadiya quickly returns to sit beside you.
“Did you get some rest?” you ask, glancing at her as she digs into her food.
Fadiya nods between bites, “I didn’t sleep long enough but the stew is helping.”
As you sit by the fire, the rustling of another tent draws your attention. You see $E_name emerge, their expression bright as they immediately move toward Helios, who is still talking to Vincent.
Soarine straightens up and calls out, “Helios! Come join us by the fire.”
Helios hesitates for just a moment before nodding and making his way over to the fire. As he approaches, he offers you a polite greeting, his tone as formal as ever. “Your Majesty,” he says with a slight bow of his head, but there’s a subtle tension in his voice, something you can’t quite place.
“Helios,” you acknowledge.
He takes a seat near the fire, accepting a bowl of stew from Vincent.
$E_name sits beside Helios, cradling a bowl of stew, though you notice it’s mostly filled with potatoes.
Having finished his duties, Vincent takes a seat on the ground in front of you, his back to you as he stares into the fire.
“When will we start moving again?” Soarine asks, breaking the silence with her usual lively curiosity.
“In the morning,” Fadiya replies, her voice calm and matter-of-fact as she pokes at the fire with a stick.
“Thank the gods,” $E_name mutters with a hint of disgust, pushing the potatoes around in the bowl. “I don’t think I could sleep in a tent for more than one night.” $E_They wrinkle $E_their nose slightly, clearly longing for the comfort of a proper bed.
You hear the sound of footsteps approaching from the direction of the woods. You glance up to see Hunter returning, $H_hisher clothes slightly damp and $H_hisher hair tousled, evidence that $H_heshe has been near the water.
“Everything alright at the river?” Soarine asks, noting the slightly disheveled appearance.
Hunter nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of $H_hisher lips. “All clear,” $H_heshe says, $H_hisher voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. “The water’s cold, but it’s refreshing.”
Hunter moves to join the group by the fire, as they sit down, $H_heshe glances around at everyone.
Fadiya looks up from her bowl, raising an eyebrow at Hunter, “You went to the river? Voluntarily? In this cold?”
“It was nice,” $H_heshe defends.
Fadiya nods, doubtfully, “I will take your word for it.”
[[Continue|ch4-44aac]]You tilt your head, wondering, “Do you believe that?”
Hunter considers your question for a moment, “I think there’s something comforting about it,” they admit. “Water is always moving, always changing, yet it’s constant in a way. Perhaps it does carry something with it, perhaps it’s a way to let go of the things we can’t hold onto.”
You nod, understanding the idea behind $H_hisher words, “And what are you trying to let go of?”
Hunter’s eyes meet yours, “I don’t know,” $H_heshe admits quietly. “I guess I’m still figuring that out.”
You find yourself kneeling beside Hunter, your own hand reaching out to touch the cool water.
It’s soothing, the way it slips through your fingers, and you can see why Hunter finds comfort here.
You both fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. You both sit there, side by side, with the cool night air brushing against your skin as you listen to the soft whisper of the river.
<<if $Hunter_rs gte 60>>It has always been like this with Hunter—effortless, peaceful. Just being in each other’s presence feels natural.<<else>>You don’t know Hunter that well and $H_heshe has been away for a while as well, but the silence doesn’t feel oppressive. It feels comfortable, a respite from the buzz that seems to surround you at all times.<</if>>
<<if $cchunter is "true">>You glance at Hunter, their profile illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. The way the light catches the curve of their face, the way their eyes reflect the gentle ripples of the river—it all makes your heart ache with a familiar longing.
Sitting here now, side by side in the quiet night, it feels like the right moment to finally say something.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to talk about your feelings.|ch4-44aaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t do it.|ch4-44aab]]</span><<else>>After a while, Hunter breaks the silence, their voice soft yet steady. “We should head back,” $H_heshe says, though there’s no rush in $H_hisher tone.
You nod, standing up and brushing off the dirt from your clothes.
Hunter picks up $H_hisher sword and secures it at $H_hisher side before turning to follow you.
The walk back is quiet, the lamp’s gentle glow guiding your steps through the darkened woods. The sounds of the night surround you, but they feel less imposing now, more like a part of the natural rhythm of the world.
As you approach the camp, the warm glow of the fire comes into view, flickering brightly against the darkness. The soft hum of conversation reaches your ears.
Fadiya turns toward the two of you, hearing your footsteps, “Everything alright at the river?”
Hunter nods and moves to join the group by the fire, as they sit down.
Fadiya pats the spot next to her for you to sit down and you do.
[[Continue|ch4-44aac]]<</if>>You chuckle softly, intrigued by the idea. “What do I do if I don’t have water nearby?”
Hunter looks up at you, $H_hisher eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lamp. $H_HeShe hums thoughtfully, a smile tugging at the corners of their lips, “Then you can just speak to me.”
You find yourself kneeling beside Hunter, your own hand reaching out to touch the cool water.
It’s soothing, the way it slips through your fingers, and you can see why Hunter finds comfort here.
“I might do that,” you say, a hint of warmth in your tone. “What do you usually talk to the water about?”
Hunter considers your question for a moment, “Anything. Water is always moving, always changing, yet it’s constant in a way. Perhaps it does carry something with it, perhaps it’s a way to let go of the things we can’t hold onto.”
You nod, “And what are you trying to let go of?”
Hunter’s eyes meet yours, “I don’t know,” $H_heshe admits. “I guess I’m still figuring that out.”
You find yourself kneeling beside Hunter, your own hand reaching out to touch the cool water.
It’s soothing, the way it slips through your fingers, and you can see why Hunter finds comfort here.
You both fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. You both sit there, side by side, with the cool night air brushing against your skin as you listen to the soft whisper of the river.
<<if $Hunter_rs gte 60>>It has always been like this with Hunter—effortless, peaceful. Just being in each other’s presence feels natural.<<else>>You don’t know Hunter that well and $H_heshe has been away for a while as well, but the silence doesn’t feel oppressive. It feels comfortable, a respite from the buzz that seems to surround you at all times.<</if>>
<<if $cchunter is "true">>You glance at Hunter, their profile illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. The way the light catches the curve of their face, the way their eyes reflect the gentle ripples of the river—it all makes your heart ache with a familiar longing.
Sitting here now, side by side in the quiet night, it feels like the right moment to finally say something.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to talk about your feelings.|ch4-44aaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t do it.|ch4-44aab]]</span><<else>>After a while, Hunter breaks the silence, their voice soft yet steady. “We should head back,” $H_heshe says, though there’s no rush in $H_hisher tone.
You nod, standing up and brushing off the dirt from your clothes.
Hunter picks up $H_hisher sword and secures it at $H_hisher side before turning to follow you.
The walk back is quiet, the lamp’s gentle glow guiding your steps through the darkened woods. The sounds of the night surround you, but they feel less imposing now, more like a part of the natural rhythm of the world.
As you approach the camp, the warm glow of the fire comes into view, flickering brightly against the darkness. The soft hum of conversation reaches your ears.
Fadiya turns toward the two of you, hearing your footsteps, “Everything alright at the river?”
Hunter nods and moves to join the group by the fire, as they sit down.
Fadiya pats the spot next to her for you to sit down and you do.
[[Continue|ch4-44aac]]<</if>>You smile at Hunter, “Why not speak to me instead? I drink a lot of water, you know.”
Hunter laughs, the sound light and genuine against the backdrop of the night. “I might now that I know that.”
You find yourself kneeling beside Hunter, your own hand reaching out to touch the cool water.
It’s soothing, the way it slips through your fingers, and you can see why Hunter finds comfort here.
You ask, “What do you usually talk to the water about?”
Hunter considers your question for a moment, “Anything. Water is always moving, always changing, yet it’s constant in a way. Perhaps it does carry something with it, perhaps it’s a way to let go of the things we can’t hold onto.”
You nod, “And what are you trying to let go of?”
Hunter’s eyes meet yours, “I don’t know,” $H_heshe admits. “I guess I’m still figuring that out.”
You find yourself kneeling beside Hunter, your own hand reaching out to touch the cool water.
It’s soothing, the way it slips through your fingers, and you can see why Hunter finds comfort here.
You both fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. You both sit there, side by side, with the cool night air brushing against your skin as you listen to the soft whisper of the river.
<<if $Hunter_rs gte 60>>It has always been like this with Hunter—effortless, peaceful. Just being in each other’s presence feels natural.<<else>>You don’t know Hunter that well and $H_heshe has been away for a while as well, but the silence doesn’t feel oppressive. It feels comfortable, a respite from the buzz that seems to surround you at all times.<</if>>
<<if $cchunter is "true">>You glance at Hunter, their profile illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. The way the light catches the curve of their face, the way their eyes reflect the gentle ripples of the river—it all makes your heart ache with a familiar longing.
Sitting here now, side by side in the quiet night, it feels like the right moment to finally say something.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to talk about your feelings.|ch4-44aaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t do it.|ch4-44aab]]</span><<else>>After a while, Hunter breaks the silence, their voice soft yet steady. “We should head back,” $H_heshe says, though there’s no rush in $H_hisher tone.
You nod, standing up and brushing off the dirt from your clothes.
Hunter picks up $H_hisher sword and secures it at $H_hisher side before turning to follow you.
The walk back is quiet, the lamp’s gentle glow guiding your steps through the darkened woods. The sounds of the night surround you, but they feel less imposing now, more like a part of the natural rhythm of the world.
As you approach the camp, the warm glow of the fire comes into view, flickering brightly against the darkness. The soft hum of conversation reaches your ears.
Fadiya turns toward the two of you, hearing your footsteps, “Everything alright at the river?”
Hunter nods and moves to join the group by the fire, as they sit down.
Fadiya pats the spot next to her for you to sit down and you do.
[[Continue|ch4-44aac]]<</if>>You clear your throat softly, the sound barely louder than the rustle of leaves in the breeze. “I’ve been thinking lately… I mean, about us. How you’ve always been there for me and everything,” you begin, carefully.
Hunter turns slightly toward you, their eyes meeting yours with a soft, attentive gaze. There’s a momentary pause, a flicker of something you don’t recognize in their expression, but then they smile, a warm, genuine smile that makes you feel at ease but also rattles you.
“You’ve always been important to me,” Hunter says. “No matter where I go, or how much time passes, you’ll always be a good friend of mine. That’s something I’ve never doubted.”
They say it so naturally, so earnestly, that for a moment, you feel your heart skip a beat. Not out of joy, but out of an unexpected sting of disappointment.
You can feel the words you wanted to say slipping away, retreating back into your heart.
You force a smile, nodding along, even as the ache in your chest deepens. “You are important to me too,” you manage to say, your voice softer now, more guarded.
As the night deepens and the cool breeze carries the scent of the river, you take a deep breath and let the feelings settle back into your heart, where they’ve always been.
After a while, Hunter breaks the silence, their voice soft yet steady. “We should head back,” $H_heshe says, though there’s no rush in $H_hisher tone.
You nod, standing up and brushing off the dirt from your clothes.
Hunter picks up $H_hisher sword and secures it at $H_hisher side before turning to follow you.
The walk back is quiet, the lamp’s gentle glow guiding your steps through the darkened woods. The sounds of the night surround you, but they feel less imposing now, more like a part of the natural rhythm of the world.
As you approach the camp, the warm glow of the fire comes into view, flickering brightly against the darkness. The soft hum of conversation reaches your ears.
Fadiya turns toward the two of you, hearing your footsteps, “Everything alright at the river?”
Hunter nods and moves to join the group by the fire, as they sit down.
Fadiya pats the spot next to her for you to sit down and you do.
[[Continue|ch4-44aac]]As the words form in your mind, you hesitate.
Not tonight, you decide.
The silence between you is too precious, too fragile to risk shattering with the weight of your feelings.
There’s a time for everything, you tell yourself, and perhaps this isn’t it.
As the night deepens and the cool breeze carries the scent of the river, you take a deep breath and let the feelings settle back into your heart, where they’ve always been.
After a while, Hunter breaks the silence, their voice soft yet steady. “We should head back,” $H_heshe says, though there’s no rush in $H_hisher tone.
You nod, standing up and brushing off the dirt from your clothes.
Hunter picks up $H_hisher sword and secures it at $H_hisher side before turning to follow you.
The walk back is quiet, the lamp’s gentle glow guiding your steps through the darkened woods. The sounds of the night surround you, but they feel less imposing now, more like a part of the natural rhythm of the world.
As you approach the camp, the warm glow of the fire comes into view, flickering brightly against the darkness. The soft hum of conversation reaches your ears.
Fadiya turns toward the two of you, hearing your footsteps, “Everything alright at the river?”
Hunter nods and moves to join the group by the fire, as they sit down.
Fadiya pats the spot next to her for you to sit down and you do.
[[Continue|ch4-44aac]]A mischievous glint enters Soarine’s eyes as she looks at Hunter. Leaning forward, she asks in a teasing tone, “So, are you excited to go to Vesphire again?”
Hunter looks at her, slightly puzzled by the question. “...Yes?” they answer, the hesitation in $H_hisher voice revealing $H_hisher uncertainty about where this is going.
Soarine’s grin widens, her playful nature shining through. “Is it because of that girl?” she asks, her voice dripping with amusement.
“What?” $H_heshe asks, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the surprise in their voice.
“Oh, you know the one,” Soarine teases, leaning back with a satisfied smile. “Helios told me all about it.”<<if $cchobvi is "true">>
Fadiya speaks up, seemingly out of nowhere, “The stew is really nice.”
Her attempt to redirect the conversation is obvious, and even Vincent looks back at her with a hint of curiosity.<<elseif $ofk is true>>She speaks up, seemingly out of nowhere, “The stew is really nice.”
Her attempt to redirect the conversation is obvious, and even Vincent looks back at her with a hint of curiosity.
<</if>>You glance at Hunter, curiously. You’ve always been aware of their nightly activities, how could you not be? But in your mind, those were fleeting distractions, things that never seemed to hold any true importance for Hunter.
“Who?” you ask.
Soarine tilts her head, “Don’t you know? Hunter frequents //that// place almost every night. Helios told me their favorite is—”
“It’s nothing,” Hunter interjects abruptly, their voice firmer than usual.
There’s a mixture of emotions in their eyes: discomfort, perhaps even a hint of vulnerability. It’s a side of Hunter you haven’t seen before.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wonder why Hunter doesn’t want to speak about it.|ch4-45a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What happens in their life is none of your concern so you aren’t bothered by it.|ch4-45b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a pang of something you can’t identify, it makes you feel upset. You don’t understand what you are feeling.|ch4-45c][$hun_ro to Math.clamp($hun_ro + 1, 0, 20)]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You feel sadness, regret, jealousy, insecurity, and much more.|ch4-45d][$hun_ro to Math.clamp($hun_ro + 1, 0, 20)]]<<else>>==You feel sadness, regret, jealousy, insecurity, and much more.==<</if>></span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You don’t let it bother you despite how you feel toward Hunter.|ch4-45e][$hun_ro to Math.clamp($hun_ro + 1, 0, 20)]]<<else>>==You don’t let it bother you despite how you feel toward Hunter.==<</if>></span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You feel so jealous and angry you could kill that person.|ch4-45f][$hun_ro to Math.clamp($hun_ro + 1, 0, 20)]]<<else>>==You feel so jealous and angry you could kill that person.==<</if>></span> 💗You can’t help but wonder why Hunter is so adamant about avoiding this topic.
Before anyone can say anything else, Naima’s voice calls out, cutting through the tension. “Fadiya!”
Fadiya stands up from her seat, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. “I’ll go see what she needs,” she says, giving you a quick nod before hurrying off toward the tent. But as she gets closer, she realizes that Naima’s voice is coming from further away, behind the tents.
The group falls into a curious silence, their eyes following Fadiya as she disappears into the shadows. The fire crackles softly, the only sound as you exchange glances with Hunter, the latter of whom seems relieved that the attention has shifted away from them.
“Oh gods!” Fadiya’s voice shatters the quiet ambience.
Your heart skips a beat as you instinctively turn toward the area.
Hunter immediately rises from $H_hisher seat on the ground, $H_hisher earlier discomfort forgotten, “What’s wrong?”
“Mama found an injured animal—it’s bleeding badly. I need my healing potions,” Fadiya explains breathlessly as she rushes back into her tent, her eyes wide with worry.
You go behind the tents, and Vincent follows you. Your steps quicken as you approach the area where Naima’s voice came from and as you round the corner, you see Naima crouched beside a small, trembling creature.
<b>[ In this chapter you can pick a pet! Select one from the following list. ]</b>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Crow|ch4-46][$pet to "crow"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nightingale|ch4-46][$pet to "nightingale"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fox|ch4-46][$pet to "fox"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wolf|ch4-46][$pet to "wolf"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rat|ch4-46][$pet to "rat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snake|ch4-46][$pet to "snake"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Frog|ch4-46][$pet to "frog"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cat|ch4-46][$pet to "cat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Weasel|ch4-46][$pet to "weasel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rabbit|ch4-46][$pet to "rabbit"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Boar|ch4-46][$pet to "boar"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lamb|ch4-46][$pet to "lamb"]]</span>You take a moment to consider the situation, but ultimately, what happens in Hunter’s personal life is none of your concern.
Before anyone can say anything else, Naima’s voice calls out, cutting through the tension. “Fadiya!”
Fadiya stands up from her seat, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. “I’ll go see what she needs,” she says, giving you a quick nod before hurrying off toward the tent. But as she gets closer, she realizes that Naima’s voice is coming from further away, behind the tents.
The group falls into a curious silence, their eyes following Fadiya as she disappears into the shadows. The fire crackles softly, the only sound as you exchange glances with Hunter, the latter of whom seems relieved that the attention has shifted away from them.
“Oh gods!” Fadiya’s voice shatters the quiet ambience.
Your heart skips a beat as you instinctively turn toward the area.
Hunter immediately rises from $H_hisher seat on the ground, $H_hisher earlier discomfort forgotten, “What’s wrong?”
“Mama found an injured animal—it’s bleeding badly. I need my healing potions,” Fadiya explains breathlessly as she rushes back into her tent, her eyes wide with worry.
You go behind the tents, and Vincent follows you. Your steps quicken as you approach the area where Naima’s voice came from and as you round the corner, you see Naima crouched beside a small, trembling creature.
<b>[ In this chapter you can pick a pet! Select one from the following list. ]</b>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Crow|ch4-46][$pet to "crow"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nightingale|ch4-46][$pet to "nightingale"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fox|ch4-46][$pet to "fox"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wolf|ch4-46][$pet to "wolf"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rat|ch4-46][$pet to "rat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snake|ch4-46][$pet to "snake"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Frog|ch4-46][$pet to "frog"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cat|ch4-46][$pet to "cat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Weasel|ch4-46][$pet to "weasel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rabbit|ch4-46][$pet to "rabbit"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Boar|ch4-46][$pet to "boar"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lamb|ch4-46][$pet to "lamb"]]</span>You feel a pang of something unfamiliar, an emotion you can’t quite place, but it leaves you feeling unsettled and a bit upset.
The idea that Hunter might favor someone else tugs at you in a way that leaves you feeling upset and uncertain even if you don’t understand why.
Before anyone can say anything else, Naima’s voice calls out, cutting through the tension. “Fadiya!”
Fadiya stands up from her seat, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. “I’ll go see what she needs,” she says, giving you a quick nod before hurrying off toward the tent. But as she gets closer, she realizes that Naima’s voice is coming from further away, behind the tents.
The group falls into a curious silence, their eyes following Fadiya as she disappears into the shadows. The fire crackles softly, the only sound as you exchange glances with Hunter, the latter of whom seems relieved that the attention has shifted away from them.
“Oh gods!” Fadiya’s voice shatters the quiet ambience.
Your heart skips a beat as you instinctively turn toward the area.
Hunter immediately rises from $H_hisher seat on the ground, $H_hisher earlier discomfort forgotten, “What’s wrong?”
“Mama found an injured animal—it’s bleeding badly. I need my healing potions,” Fadiya explains breathlessly as she rushes back into her tent, her eyes wide with worry.
You go behind the tents, and Vincent follows you. Your steps quicken as you approach the area where Naima’s voice came from and as you round the corner, you see Naima crouched beside a small, trembling creature.
<b>[ In this chapter you can pick a pet! Select one from the following list. ]</b>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Crow|ch4-46][$pet to "crow"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nightingale|ch4-46][$pet to "nightingale"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fox|ch4-46][$pet to "fox"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wolf|ch4-46][$pet to "wolf"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rat|ch4-46][$pet to "rat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snake|ch4-46][$pet to "snake"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Frog|ch4-46][$pet to "frog"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cat|ch4-46][$pet to "cat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Weasel|ch4-46][$pet to "weasel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rabbit|ch4-46][$pet to "rabbit"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Boar|ch4-46][$pet to "boar"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lamb|ch4-46][$pet to "lamb"]]</span>A wave of emotions crashes over you—sadness, regret, jealousy, insecurity—all mingling together in a confusing swirl.
You try to hide it, to maintain your composure, but it’s difficult not to feel the sting of jealousy at the thought of Hunter caring for someone else in a way you wish they would care for you.
What did she have that you didn’t?
You force yourself to look away, pretending to focus on the flickering flames of the fire.
Before anyone can say anything else, Naima’s voice calls out, cutting through the tension. “Fadiya!”
Fadiya stands up from her seat, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. “I’ll go see what she needs,” she says, giving you a quick nod before hurrying off toward the tent. But as she gets closer, she realizes that Naima’s voice is coming from further away, behind the tents.
The group falls into a curious silence, their eyes following Fadiya as she disappears into the shadows. The fire crackles softly, the only sound as you exchange glances with Hunter, the latter of whom seems relieved that the attention has shifted away from them.
“Oh gods!” Fadiya’s voice shatters the quiet ambience.
Your heart skips a beat as you instinctively turn toward the area.
Hunter immediately rises from $H_hisher seat on the ground, $H_hisher earlier discomfort forgotten, “What’s wrong?”
“Mama found an injured animal—it’s bleeding badly. I need my healing potions,” Fadiya explains breathlessly as she rushes back into her tent, her eyes wide with worry.
You go behind the tents, and Vincent follows you. Your steps quicken as you approach the area where Naima’s voice came from and as you round the corner, you see Naima crouched beside a small, trembling creature.
<b>[ In this chapter you can pick a pet! Select one from the following list. ]</b>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Crow|ch4-46][$pet to "crow"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nightingale|ch4-46][$pet to "nightingale"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fox|ch4-46][$pet to "fox"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wolf|ch4-46][$pet to "wolf"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rat|ch4-46][$pet to "rat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snake|ch4-46][$pet to "snake"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Frog|ch4-46][$pet to "frog"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cat|ch4-46][$pet to "cat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Weasel|ch4-46][$pet to "weasel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rabbit|ch4-46][$pet to "rabbit"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Boar|ch4-46][$pet to "boar"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lamb|ch4-46][$pet to "lamb"]]</span>You feel a pang in your chest, but you push it aside, forcing yourself to stay composed. You’ve known for a long time that Hunter isn’t yours to claim, despite the feelings you harbor for them.
Even if the idea of Hunter caring for someone else in a way you wish they would care for you stings more than you’d like to admit, you choose to not to let it bother you. You don’t have a right to be upset about this.
Before anyone can say anything else, Naima’s voice calls out, cutting through the tension. “Fadiya!”
Fadiya stands up from her seat, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. “I’ll go see what she needs,” she says, giving you a quick nod before hurrying off toward the tent. But as she gets closer, she realizes that Naima’s voice is coming from further away, behind the tents.
The group falls into a curious silence, their eyes following Fadiya as she disappears into the shadows. The fire crackles softly, the only sound as you exchange glances with Hunter, the latter of whom seems relieved that the attention has shifted away from them.
“Oh gods!” Fadiya’s voice shatters the quiet ambience.
Your heart skips a beat as you instinctively turn toward the area.
Hunter immediately rises from $H_hisher seat on the ground, $H_hisher earlier discomfort forgotten, “What’s wrong?”
“Mama found an injured animal—it’s bleeding badly. I need my healing potions,” Fadiya explains breathlessly as she rushes back into her tent, her eyes wide with worry.
You go behind the tents, and Vincent follows you. Your steps quicken as you approach the area where Naima’s voice came from and as you round the corner, you see Naima crouched beside a small, trembling creature.
<b>[ In this chapter you can pick a pet! Select one from the following list. ]</b>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Crow|ch4-46][$pet to "crow"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nightingale|ch4-46][$pet to "nightingale"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fox|ch4-46][$pet to "fox"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wolf|ch4-46][$pet to "wolf"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rat|ch4-46][$pet to "rat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snake|ch4-46][$pet to "snake"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Frog|ch4-46][$pet to "frog"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cat|ch4-46][$pet to "cat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Weasel|ch4-46][$pet to "weasel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rabbit|ch4-46][$pet to "rabbit"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Boar|ch4-46][$pet to "boar"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lamb|ch4-46][$pet to "lamb"]]</span><<set $insanity to Math.clamp($insanity + 1, 0, 10)>>A surge of jealousy flares up inside you, hot and intense, twisting your emotions into something dark and bitter.
The idea that someone else holds Hunter’s heart sends a pang through your chest that’s almost unbearable.
You’re angry—so angry that for a brief moment, you could imagine doing anything to get rid of this unknown person.
You force yourself to swallow the anger, to push down the jealousy that threatens to consume you.
Before anyone can say anything else, Naima’s voice calls out, cutting through the tension. “Fadiya!”
Fadiya stands up from her seat, setting her now empty bowl on the ground. “I’ll go see what she needs,” she says, giving you a quick nod before hurrying off toward the tent. But as she gets closer, she realizes that Naima’s voice is coming from further away, behind the tents.
The group falls into a curious silence, their eyes following Fadiya as she disappears into the shadows. The fire crackles softly, the only sound as you exchange glances with Hunter, the latter of whom seems relieved that the attention has shifted away from them.
“Oh gods!” Fadiya’s voice shatters the quiet ambience.
Your heart skips a beat as you instinctively turn toward the area.
Hunter immediately rises from $H_hisher seat on the ground, $H_hisher earlier discomfort forgotten, “What’s wrong?”
“Mama found an injured animal—it’s bleeding badly. I need my healing potions,” Fadiya explains breathlessly as she rushes back into her tent, her eyes wide with worry.
You go behind the tents, and Vincent follows you. Your steps quicken as you approach the area where Naima’s voice came from and as you round the corner, you see Naima crouched beside a small, trembling creature.
<b>[ In this chapter you can pick a pet! Select one from the following list. ]</b>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Crow|ch4-46][$pet to "crow"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nightingale|ch4-46][$pet to "nightingale"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fox|ch4-46][$pet to "fox"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wolf|ch4-46][$pet to "wolf"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rat|ch4-46][$pet to "rat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snake|ch4-46][$pet to "snake"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Frog|ch4-46][$pet to "frog"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cat|ch4-46][$pet to "cat"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Weasel|ch4-46][$pet to "weasel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Rabbit|ch4-46][$pet to "rabbit"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Boar|ch4-46][$pet to "boar"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lamb|ch4-46][$pet to "lamb"]]</span><<if $pet is "crow">>Naima is crouched beside a crow, its black feathers now matted with blood.
Its wing is bent at an unnatural angle, and a deep wound mars its otherwise sleek form.<<elseif $pet is "nightingale">>Naima is crouched beside a nightingale, its once melodious voice now reduced to faint, pained chirps.
One of its slender legs is twisted, and the small body trembles with each shallow breath.<<elseif $pet is "fox">>Naima is crouched beside a fox, its white fur darkened by streaks of blood.
The fox’s fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<<elseif $pet is "wolf">>Naima is crouched beside a small wolf, its body trembling with each labored breath.
The wolf’s thick fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<<elseif $pet is "rat">>Naima is crouched beside a rat, its small body shivering with pain.
The rat’s fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<<elseif $pet is "snake">>Naima is crouched beside a snake, its long, sinuous body coiled tightly in pain.
The snake’s scales are smeared with blood, especially around a deep wound near its middle.<<elseif $pet is "frog">>Naima is crouched beside a frog, its smooth, green skin marred by a deep gash along its side.<<elseif $pet is "cat">>Naima is crouched beside a cat, its fur is marred by blood and dirt.
One of its paws is twisted at an unnatural angle, and its side rises and falls rapidly with each labored breath.<<elseif $pet is "weasel">>Naima is crouched beside a weasel, its long, slender body trembling with pain.
The weasel’s fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<<elseif $pet is "rabbit">>Naima is crouched beside a rabbit, its soft fur stained with blood.
The rabbit’s fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<<elseif $pet is "boar">>Naima is crouched beside a boar, its massive body trembling as it lies on its side.
The boar’s fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<<elseif $pet is "lamb">>Naima is crouched beside a lamb, its soft, white wool stained with blood.
The lamb’s fur is matted with blood, especially around a deep wound on its side.<</if>>
Naima’s hands hover above the $pet, her expression one of deep concern as she murmurs softly to it, trying to keep it calm.
You kneel beside the injured animal, your movements slow and gentle so as not to startle it further. It flinches at first, but as you extend your hand slowly, it seems to sense your intentions.
It shakily moves closer to you, lightly brushing against your outstretched hand. It leans into your touch, as if seeking comfort from your warmth.
Fadiya returns with a small pouch in hand. “It seems to like you,” she murmurs, a note of relief in her voice as she kneels beside you.
She pulls out a vial filled with a shimmering liquid and begins to carefully apply it to the animal’s wounds.
As Fadiya works, you continue to soothe the $pet, your voice low and steady, “Just a little longer.”
The potion works quickly, the bleeding slowing and the wounds slowly start to knit together before your eyes.
“Poor thing,” Hunter whispers, $H_hisher brow furrowed with concern. “I wonder how it got hurt.”
“It was all alone when I found it,” Naima recounts, “I’m not certain why it was in the middle of a forest but it seems like someone hurt it intentionally.”
“What should we do now?” Hunter asks, looking between Fadiya and Naima.
As the potion takes effect, the $pet’s breathing becomes less labored. You continue to stroke it softly, whispering soothing words as it relaxes under your touch.
Naima watches you with a thoughtful expression.“It seems to trust you,” she says, “more than anyone else.”
There’s a strange but undeniable sense of familiarity as you continue to comfort the creature.
“I think it should stay with us,” you say, the decision forming in your mind as naturally as breathing. “At least until it’s fully healed… perhaps longer.”
<<if $pet is "wolf" or $pet is "boar" or $pet is "lamb" or $pet is "fox" or $pet is "rat" or $pet is "weasel">>“Are you certain about this?” Fadiya asks, “I can’t imagine such an animal living inside the palace.”
You nod firmly. “I’m certain.”
“You should reconsider,” Vincent chimes in.
“My decision is final,” you reply, your gaze fixed on the $pet, unwavering.<<else>>“I think that’s a good idea,” Fadiya smiles at you softly.
Vincent sighs but then nods, “We can make space for it, it won’t be that much of a bother since it is small.”<</if>>
“For tonight, it should stay here. I’ll take care of it,” Naima says softly, her tone reassuring.
You nod in agreement, offering the $pet one last gentle pat, feeling its warmth beneath your hand.
As you walk back to where the fire still burns, you notice that Soarine is the only one left sitting there, still eating from her bowl.
Helios and $E_name have both disappeared, likely retreating to their tents for the night, leaving the clearing in a peaceful quiet.
Soarine looks up as you approach, her usual bright smile already in place. “Is it alright now?” she asks.
You nod as you take a seat beside her, feeling the warmth of the fire against your skin, “It’s being taken care of. I have decided to keep it.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Soarine beams with excitement, her smile broadening. “What kind of animal is it?”
“It’s a $pet.”
Soarine nods, then tilts her head slightly toward her neck, lowering her voice as she says, “Are you happy about that?”
For a moment, you’re confused, wondering who she’s talking to. Then, you catch a small, subtle movement in her hair. Your eyes narrow, trying to focus on the source of the movement. Suddenly, a tiny forked tongue flickers out from between the strands of her green hair, followed by the head of a small snake.
The snake hisses softly, clearly displeased, its small, scaled head barely visible in the firelight.
“Oh, alright,” Soarine laughs. “I suppose she isn’t too happy from all this traveling. This is my not so friendly companion, Star,” she adds with a playful grin. “She’s very small but don’t let her size fool you, she has quite the attitude.”
You eye the little snake, “I didn’t realize you had her with you.”
“Star likes to keep to herself,” Soarine says, gently stroking the snake’s head with a finger. “She’s not too fond of company, as you can see, she loves hiding in my hair. I couldn’t leave her alone in the tent.”
You watch the snake settle back into Soarine’s hair.
“What will you name your new companion?” Soarine asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t know yet.”|ch4-47a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I have a few ideas.”|ch4-47b]]</span>“I don’t know yet,” you admit, glancing back toward the spot where the $pet is being cared for.
“It will come to you after you get to know it,” Soarine tells you.
She puts her bowl on the ground, and continues,“My father has always been fond of animals. He says he got it from our ancestor.” She pauses, a slight smile playing on her lips as she adds, “The concubine that was saved by Akaash.”
<<if $knowledge gte 50>>“Ah, I know that story,” you say, the memory of it surfacing in your mind. “I read about it in a book once.”
Soarine nods, “It’s a well-known story, especially in the books where the gods are mentioned.”
You remember the story well. She was forced into the role of a concubine by a tyrant king, living under his oppressive rule until the god of air, Akaash, intervened, bringing an end to the king’s life.
Her story is woven into the history of the current rulers of Norazaan, as they are her descendants.
Soarine clears her throat, “After she was freed from the king’s chains, she left without looking back. It’s almost poetic that after all those years, her bloodline found its way back to the throne.”<<else>>You try to recall if you know about this but ultimately you don’t, “I don’t think I have heard of that.”
Soarine tilts her head, puzzled, “Really? It’s a popular story in the books where the gods are mentioned. I suppose you aren’t that much of a reader?”
<<if $hobby1 is "Reading">>“I like reading, just not those books.”<<elseif $hobby2 is "Reading">>“I like reading, just not those books.”<<else>>“No, I don’t.”<</if>>
Soarine nods, “Well, she was one of the king’s many concubines, she was forced to become one. He was a tyrant, terrible ruler. Everything was terrible before the gods arrived. When they did, the god of air freed her and everyone else by killing that man. After she was freed from the king’s chains, she left without looking back. She was my ancestor, it’s almost poetic that after all those years, her bloodline found its way back to the throne.”<</if>>
A slow, amused smile spreads across her lips as she continues, “The citizens love to spin tales about it. They say she was entwined with the god of air himself, that our blood carries a touch of the divine, all because he liberated her from that tyrant. They believe their destinies were bound together, connected by a string of fate from the very beginning.”
“A string of fate?” You ask, intrigued.
She nods, “In the days when gods walked among mortals, they spoke of something called the string of fate.” She continues, “An invisible thread that connected two souls, a bond that transcended everything, one that led to the purest form of love.”
You study her face, the flickering firelight casting a warm glow across her features.
The fire crackles softly between you, but it’s her presence that holds your attention, the way she speaks draws you in.
“Have you found yours?” you ask, “The one you’re connected to by that string?”
Soarine turns to meet your gaze properly, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “I’m not certain I believe in such tales,” she replies, her tone light, “Do you?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Those are just tales, I don’t think such a thing exists.”|ch4-48a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t like things that I don’t have any control over. It doesn’t matter if it is real or not.”|ch4-48b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It sounds nice but I don’t think the universe likes me enough for me to have someone like that.”|ch4-48c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think it would be nice.”|ch4-48d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true" or $ccfadiya is "true">>[[You think of the one you hold feelings for, “I do.”|ch4-48e]]<<else>>==You think of the one you hold feelings for, “I do.”==<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You think of everything that happened earlier, “Not anymore.”|ch4-48f]]<<else>>==You think of everything that happened earlier, “Not anymore.”==<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You do not wish to reveal too much of yourself, “I will have to think about it.”|ch4-48g]]</span>“I have a few ideas,” you say, a thoughtful tone in your voice as you sift through potential names in your mind.
“That’s good,” Soarine tells you. “After you get to know it better, you’ll know exactly which one to choose.”
She puts her bowl on the ground, and continues,“My father has always been fond of animals. He says he got it from our ancestor.” She pauses, a slight smile playing on her lips as she adds, “The concubine that was saved by Akaash.”
<<if $knowledge gte 50>>“Ah, I know that story,” you say, the memory of it surfacing in your mind. “I read about it in a book once.”
Soarine nods, “It’s a well-known story, especially in the books where the gods are mentioned.”
You remember the story well. She was forced into the role of a concubine by a tyrant king, living under his oppressive rule until the god of air, Akaash, intervened, bringing an end to the king’s life.
Her story is woven into the history of the current rulers of Norazaan, as they are her descendants.
Soarine clears her throat, “After she was freed from the king’s chains, she left without looking back. It’s almost poetic that after all those years, her bloodline found its way back to the throne.”<<else>>You try to recall if you know about this but ultimately you don’t, “I don’t think I have heard of that.”
Soarine tilts her head, puzzled, “Really? It’s a popular story in the books where the gods are mentioned. I suppose you aren’t that much of a reader?”
<<if $hobby1 is "Reading">>“I like reading, just not those books.”<<elseif $hobby2 is "Reading">>“I like reading, just not those books.”<<else>>“No, I don’t.”<</if>>
Soarine nods, “Well, she was one of the king’s many concubines, she was forced to become one. He was a tyrant, terrible ruler. Everything was terrible before the gods arrived. When they did, the god of air freed her and everyone else by killing that man. After she was freed from the king’s chains, she left without looking back. She was my ancestor, it’s almost poetic that after all those years, her bloodline found its way back to the throne.”<</if>>
A slow, amused smile spreads across her lips as she continues, “The citizens love to spin tales about it. They say she was entwined with the god of air himself, that our blood carries a touch of the divine, all because he liberated her from that tyrant. They believe their destinies were bound together, connected by a string of fate from the very beginning.”
“A string of fate?” You ask, intrigued.
She nods, “In the days when gods walked among mortals, they spoke of something called the string of fate.” She continues, “An invisible thread that connected two souls, a bond that transcended everything, one that led to the purest form of love.”
You study her face, the flickering firelight casting a warm glow across her features.
The fire crackles softly between you, but it’s her presence that holds your attention, the way she speaks draws you in.
“Have you found yours?” you ask, “The one you’re connected to by that string?”
Soarine turns to meet your gaze properly, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “I’m not certain I believe in such tales,” she replies, her tone light, “Do you?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Those are just tales, I don’t think such a thing exists.”|ch4-48a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t like things that I don’t have any control over. It doesn’t matter if it is real or not.”|ch4-48b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It sounds nice but I don’t think the universe likes me enough for me to have someone like that.”|ch4-48c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think it would be nice.”|ch4-48d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true" or $ccfadiya is "true">>[[You think of the one you hold feelings for, “I do.”|ch4-48e]]<<else>>==You think of the one you hold feelings for, “I do.”==<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You think of everything that happened earlier, “Not anymore.”|ch4-48f]]<<else>>==You think of everything that happened earlier, “Not anymore.”==<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You do not wish to reveal too much of yourself, “I will have to think about it.”|ch4-48g]]</span>You pause, considering the question for a moment before answering. “Those are just tales,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “I don’t think such a thing exists.”
Her smile widens, the playful light in her eyes growing. “Perhaps you’re right,” she says, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. “Or perhaps not.”
You hum, “Life is complicated enough without invisible threads tying us to people we’ve never met.”
Soarine laughs, “Well, you might have met them. Perhaps you simply haven’t realized it.”
You tilt your head, considering her words, “That might be possible. But what if the string leads you to someone you don’t like?”
Soarine shrugs, “I suppose, the universe works in mysterious ways.”
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>“I don’t like things that I don’t have any control over,” you reply. “It doesn’t matter if it’s real or not.”
Soarine’s smile fades slightly, replaced by a contemplative look as she considers your words. After a moment of silence, she nods slowly. “Me too,” she says softly, her eyes reflecting the fire’s warm glow. “There are already so many things in this world that are beyond our control. I’d rather make my own path.”
“If there is a string of fate,” Soarine says, her smile returning, a touch softer than before. “I’d prefer to tie myself.”
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>“It sounds nice,” you begin, “but I don’t think the gods like me enough for me to have someone like that.”
Soarine’s smile softens as she regards you, “You never know,” she says gently, her eyes holding yours with a sincerity that’s almost disarming. “The universe works in mysterious ways. The string of fate might be there all along, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself."
You chuckle, the sound light but tinged with a hint of self-deprecation, “If there is a string, it’s probably tangled up in a mess somewhere.”
Soarine laughs softly, “Perhaps,” she agrees. “But even tangled strings can be untangled, given time and the right hands to do it.”
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>“I think it would be nice. To have someone out there, tied to you in such a way... it makes the world feel a little less lonely.”
Soarine’s smile deepens, a softness entering her eyes as she studies you. “It sounds nice when you say it like that,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I think,” you say softly, “that if I ever find that person, I’d hold on and never let go.”
“And if they found you first?”
A soft hum escapes your lips as you contemplate her question. “Then I’d hope they don’t let go of me,” you say, your voice filled with a quiet certainty.
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>You look back at Soarine, your thoughts still lingering on that person, “...I do.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, her smile widening slightly, “You do? It sounds like you’re not as unconvinced as I am.”
You shrug, trying to keep your voice casual, “I suppose there’s a part of me that wants to believe it’s possible.”
“Ah, so there is someone?” Soarine asks, although it feels like she might already know the answer.
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>You let out a soft sigh, looking away from her for a moment as you gather your thoughts. When you finally speak, your voice carries a note of resignation. “Not anymore,” you admit, your words barely above a whisper.
Soarine’s playful smile fades slightly, her eyes softening with understanding. She doesn’t press you for more, doesn’t ask why or what happened to make you feel this way.
“The universe works in mysterious ways,” she says, “It doesn’t always give us what we expect, and sometimes it’s not what we want. But I don’t think you should stop believing in it, perhaps it will all work out.”
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>The soft crunch of footsteps on the ground behind you breaks the moment, pulling you back to the present.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, his eyes flickering to you for a brief moment before settling on Soarine with a look that suggests more than just a concern for the time.
Soarine rolls her eyes, “What are you, our mother?”
“We leave early tomorrow,” Vincent replies curtly, his words leaving no room for argument.
You catch his serious expression and can’t resist a small grin. “Alright, mother,” you quip, though you know the joke will likely do nothing to soften his mood.
Vincent’s only response is a flat stare, the kind that says he’s not amused, but he doesn’t bother to retort. He simply gives a curt nod and turns away, his presence lingering like a shadow.
Soarine watches him go, a sigh escaping her lips. “He’s right, we need to rest,” she says, her tone shifting to something more serious. “We have a long day ahead of us. I haven’t rested all day.”
You nod, “I suppose we should get some rest.”
Soarine offers you a smile, “Goodnight, then. I hope you sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
As Soarine heads toward her own tent, you rise from your spot by the fire, feeling the cool night air against your skin as you make your way to your tent.
Unlike the others, your tent is larger, a reminder of your position.
You push aside the flap of your tent and step inside, the faint scent of lantern oil greeting you. You pull the flap closed behind you, sealing yourself away from the outside world.
The soft glow of a lantern casts flickering shadows on the walls, making the room feel warmer and comfortable.
You sit down on the edge of your bed, and your fingers instinctively reach for the chain around your neck, finding the familiar coolness of the pendant that never leaves you. You begin to twirl it between your fingers, the red gem catching the lantern’s light and scattering it in tiny reflections.
Tomorrow night, you’ll be in Vesphire.
The thought itself almost overwhelms you.
A part of you wishes that when you arrive in Vesphire, you might somehow see your family again, though you know deep down that it’s a foolish hope.<<if visited("ch4-37b")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>><<if visited("ch4-37a")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>>
You press a kiss to the gem, feeling the cool surface against your lips, as if by doing so you might somehow bridge the distance between you and the past you wish you could live in.
With a deep breath, you lie back on your bed.
Suddenly, a soft noise near the entrance of the tent catches your attention. You sit up slightly, expecting to see Vincent’s stern face.
Instead, a flash of red hair catches your eye before you see her face. Fadiya peeks her head through the entrance. “I wanted to say goodnight,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant, as if she’s unsure whether she’s intruding.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Goodnight, Fadiya.”|ch4-50a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Wait, come in.”|ch4-50b]]</span>You sigh, irritation flickering at the edges of your mood. “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me, Vincent?” you quip, your tone sharp.
Vincent’s only response is a flat stare, the kind that says he’s not particularly happy either, but he doesn’t bother to retort. He simply gives a curt nod and turns away, his presence lingering like a shadow.
Soarine watches him go, a sigh escaping her lips. “He’s right, we need to rest,” she says, her tone shifting to something more serious. “We have a long day ahead of us. I haven’t rested all day.”
You nod, “I suppose we should get some rest.”
Soarine offers you a smile, “Goodnight, then. I hope you sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
As Soarine heads toward her own tent, you rise from your spot by the fire, feeling the cool night air against your skin as you make your way to your tent.
Unlike the others, your tent is larger, a reminder of your position.
You push aside the flap of your tent and step inside, the faint scent of lantern oil greeting you. You pull the flap closed behind you, sealing yourself away from the outside world.
The soft glow of a lantern casts flickering shadows on the walls, making the room feel warmer and comfortable.
You sit down on the edge of your bed, and your fingers instinctively reach for the chain around your neck, finding the familiar coolness of the pendant that never leaves you. You begin to twirl it between your fingers, the red gem catching the lantern’s light and scattering it in tiny reflections.
Tomorrow night, you’ll be in Vesphire.
The thought itself almost overwhelms you.
A part of you wishes that when you arrive in Vesphire, you might somehow see your family again, though you know deep down that it’s a foolish hope.<<if visited("ch4-37b")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>><<if visited("ch4-37a")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>>
You press a kiss to the gem, feeling the cool surface against your lips, as if by doing so you might somehow bridge the distance between you and the past you wish you could live in.
With a deep breath, you lie back on your bed.
Suddenly, a soft noise near the entrance of the tent catches your attention. You sit up slightly, expecting to see Vincent’s stern face.
Instead, a flash of red hair catches your eye before you see her face. Fadiya peeks her head through the entrance. “I wanted to say goodnight,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant, as if she’s unsure whether she’s intruding.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Goodnight, Fadiya.”|ch4-50a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Wait, come in.”|ch4-50b]]</span>You rise to your feet, brushing off your clothes as you do. “Right,” you say with a small, forced smile. “I need my beauty sleep.”
Vincent gives a curt nod, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he turns away.
Soarine watches him go, a sigh escaping her lips. “He’s right, we need to rest,” she says, her tone shifting to something more serious. “We have a long day ahead of us. I haven’t rested all day.”
You nod, “I suppose we should get some rest.”
Soarine offers you a smile, “Goodnight, then. I hope you sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
As Soarine heads toward her own tent, you rise from your spot by the fire, feeling the cool night air against your skin as you make your way to your tent.
Unlike the others, your tent is larger, a reminder of your position.
You push aside the flap of your tent and step inside, the faint scent of lantern oil greeting you. You pull the flap closed behind you, sealing yourself away from the outside world.
The soft glow of a lantern casts flickering shadows on the walls, making the room feel warmer and comfortable.
You sit down on the edge of your bed, and your fingers instinctively reach for the chain around your neck, finding the familiar coolness of the pendant that never leaves you. You begin to twirl it between your fingers, the red gem catching the lantern’s light and scattering it in tiny reflections.
Tomorrow night, you’ll be in Vesphire.
The thought itself almost overwhelms you.
A part of you wishes that when you arrive in Vesphire, you might somehow see your family again, though you know deep down that it’s a foolish hope.<<if visited("ch4-37b")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>><<if visited("ch4-37a")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>>
You press a kiss to the gem, feeling the cool surface against your lips, as if by doing so you might somehow bridge the distance between you and the past you wish you could live in.
With a deep breath, you lie back on your bed.
Suddenly, a soft noise near the entrance of the tent catches your attention. You sit up slightly, expecting to see Vincent’s stern face.
Instead, a flash of red hair catches your eye before you see her face. Fadiya peeks her head through the entrance. “I wanted to say goodnight,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant, as if she’s unsure whether she’s intruding.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Goodnight, Fadiya.”|ch4-50a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Wait, come in.”|ch4-50b]]</span>You can’t resist teasing him, a mischievous glint in your eye as you bat your eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”
Vincent’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, his jaw tightening.
“Will you?” Soarine asks, her tone teasing as well.
Vincent’s only response is a flat stare, the kind that says he’s not amused, but he doesn’t bother to retort. He simply turns away, his presence lingering like a shadow.
Soarine watches him go, a sigh escaping her lips. “He’s right, we need to rest,” she says, her tone shifting to something more serious. “We have a long day ahead of us. I haven’t rested all day.”
You nod, “I suppose we should get some rest.”
Soarine offers you a smile, “Goodnight, then. I hope you sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
As Soarine heads toward her own tent, you rise from your spot by the fire, feeling the cool night air against your skin as you make your way to your tent.
Unlike the others, your tent is larger, a reminder of your position.
You push aside the flap of your tent and step inside, the faint scent of lantern oil greeting you. You pull the flap closed behind you, sealing yourself away from the outside world.
The soft glow of a lantern casts flickering shadows on the walls, making the room feel warmer and comfortable.
You sit down on the edge of your bed, and your fingers instinctively reach for the chain around your neck, finding the familiar coolness of the pendant that never leaves you. You begin to twirl it between your fingers, the red gem catching the lantern’s light and scattering it in tiny reflections.
Tomorrow night, you’ll be in Vesphire.
The thought itself almost overwhelms you.
A part of you wishes that when you arrive in Vesphire, you might somehow see your family again, though you know deep down that it’s a foolish hope.<<if visited("ch4-37b")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>><<if visited("ch4-37a")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>>
You press a kiss to the gem, feeling the cool surface against your lips, as if by doing so you might somehow bridge the distance between you and the past you wish you could live in.
With a deep breath, you lie back on your bed.
Suddenly, a soft noise near the entrance of the tent catches your attention. You sit up slightly, expecting to see Vincent’s stern face.
Instead, a flash of red hair catches your eye before you see her face. Fadiya peeks her head through the entrance. “I wanted to say goodnight,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant, as if she’s unsure whether she’s intruding.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Goodnight, Fadiya.”|ch4-50a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Wait, come in.”|ch4-50b]]</span>You catch Vincent’s eye and, despite knowing it will likely annoy him, you can’t resist. With a sly wink, you ask, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”
Vincent’s expression doesn’t change, though there’s a flicker of either irritation or disdain in his eyes. He simply turns away, without saying anything in return, his presence lingering like a shadow.
Soarine watches him go, a sigh escaping her lips. “He’s right, we need to rest,” she says, her tone shifting to something more serious. “We have a long day ahead of us. I haven’t rested all day.”
You nod, “I suppose we should get some rest.”
Soarine offers you a smile, “Goodnight, then. I hope you sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
As Soarine heads toward her own tent, you rise from your spot by the fire, feeling the cool night air against your skin as you make your way to your tent.
Unlike the others, your tent is larger, a reminder of your position.
You push aside the flap of your tent and step inside, the faint scent of lantern oil greeting you. You pull the flap closed behind you, sealing yourself away from the outside world.
The soft glow of a lantern casts flickering shadows on the walls, making the room feel warmer and comfortable.
You sit down on the edge of your bed, and your fingers instinctively reach for the chain around your neck, finding the familiar coolness of the pendant that never leaves you. You begin to twirl it between your fingers, the red gem catching the lantern’s light and scattering it in tiny reflections.
Tomorrow night, you’ll be in Vesphire.
The thought itself almost overwhelms you.
A part of you wishes that when you arrive in Vesphire, you might somehow see your family again, though you know deep down that it’s a foolish hope.<<if visited("ch4-37b")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>><<if visited("ch4-37a")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>>
You press a kiss to the gem, feeling the cool surface against your lips, as if by doing so you might somehow bridge the distance between you and the past you wish you could live in.
With a deep breath, you lie back on your bed.
Suddenly, a soft noise near the entrance of the tent catches your attention. You sit up slightly, expecting to see Vincent’s stern face.
Instead, a flash of red hair catches your eye before you see her face. Fadiya peeks her head through the entrance. “I wanted to say goodnight,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant, as if she’s unsure whether she’s intruding.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Goodnight, Fadiya.”|ch4-50a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Wait, come in.”|ch4-50b]]</span>You meet his gaze, and genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”
He simply nods in return before he turns to resume his watch.
Soarine watches him go, a sigh escaping her lips. “He’s right, we need to rest,” she says, her tone shifting to something more serious. “We have a long day ahead of us. I haven’t rested all day.”
You nod, “I suppose we should get some rest.”
Soarine offers you a smile, “Goodnight, then. I hope you sleep well.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
As Soarine heads toward her own tent, you rise from your spot by the fire, feeling the cool night air against your skin as you make your way to your tent.
Unlike the others, your tent is larger, a reminder of your position.
You push aside the flap of your tent and step inside, the faint scent of lantern oil greeting you. You pull the flap closed behind you, sealing yourself away from the outside world.
The soft glow of a lantern casts flickering shadows on the walls, making the room feel warmer and comfortable.
You sit down on the edge of your bed, and your fingers instinctively reach for the chain around your neck, finding the familiar coolness of the pendant that never leaves you. You begin to twirl it between your fingers, the red gem catching the lantern’s light and scattering it in tiny reflections.
Tomorrow night, you’ll be in Vesphire.
The thought itself almost overwhelms you.
A part of you wishes that when you arrive in Vesphire, you might somehow see your family again, though you know deep down that it’s a foolish hope.<<if visited("ch4-37b")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>><<if visited("ch4-37a")>> At least you saw them in the mirror.<</if>>
You press a kiss to the gem, feeling the cool surface against your lips, as if by doing so you might somehow bridge the distance between you and the past you wish you could live in.
With a deep breath, you lie back on your bed.
Suddenly, a soft noise near the entrance of the tent catches your attention. You sit up slightly, expecting to see Vincent’s stern face.
Instead, a flash of red hair catches your eye before you see her face. Fadiya peeks her head through the entrance. “I wanted to say goodnight,” she says, her tone a bit hesitant, as if she’s unsure whether she’s intruding.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Goodnight, Fadiya.”|ch4-50a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Wait, come in.”|ch4-50b]]</span>“Goodnight, Fadiya.”
She lingers for a moment longer, her gaze holding yours, as if she wants to say more but chooses to leave it at that. With a final nod, she slips back out into the night, leaving you alone once more.
•
The quiet stillness of the early morning surrounds you, a gentle hush that feels almost like a blessing. As you slowly wake, a sensation of being watched prickles at the edge of your awareness. You turn your head and your gaze is met by a single, intense eye belonging to your $pet.
You hadn’t noticed it last night due to it being injured but this little $pet only has one eye.
The other is scarred shut, a reminder of some past injury. Your heart aches for the little creature, and you wonder what it must have gone through to have ended up like this.
You look around the room wondering how it got here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Softly ask, “How did you get here?”|ch4-51a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream, very loudly, “Vincent!”|ch4-51b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick it up and play with it.|ch4-51c]]</span>“Wait, come in,” you stop her, sitting up and patting the spot beside you on the bed.
Fadiya hesitates for only a moment before slipping inside, the tent flap falling closed behind her. She settles down beside you as you make room for her.
“What is it?” She asks.
“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly, though the weight of your earlier thoughts still lingers.
She tilts her head, not quite convinced, but lets it slide for now. “Well, your little company is doing well. So well, in fact, that it’s taken over my bed,” she says, a note of amusement in her voice. “I hope it doesn’t mind sharing it with me.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” you respond, imagining the $pet comfortably nestled in her bed.
Fadiya watches you closely, “Anything on your mind?”
“I’ve been thinking about Vesphire,” you begin, “Tomorrow, when we arrive... it’s been years since I was last there, and the thought of returning to that place... it overwhelms me. <<if visited("ch4-1-B")>>Don’t misunderstand, I am happy to be going there but it feels strange.”<<else>>I don’t want to go there.”<</if>>
“In a way, never going back to Vesphire has kept the images I have of it alive,” you continue, your voice growing quieter as you try to put your feelings into words.
Fadiya’s expression is tender as she listens to you, letting you speak without interruption.
“The Vesphire I remember still exists in my mind, I’m not certain if I can handle seeing how much it has changed. Especially the palace. My family... I know they’re gone, but somehow, going back there will make it all feel so final. Once I see the place without them, it will be undeniable that they’re gone.”
Fadiya reaches out and places a hand on your hand, “I wish more than anything that I could take you away from here… I apologize that all I can do is offer you mere words. I know they might seem insignificant in the face of everything you’re feeling.”
You look down at your hands, finding a small comfort in it. The silence between you stretches as Fadiya tries to find her words, but it’s not uncomfortable.
Fadiya then continues, her voice more firm, “I hope you know that I had no part in this plan of Helios’, I wouldn’t have let this happen when you’re not ready. I would never force you to face something like this if you weren’t prepared.”
“I know,” you say, meeting her gaze.
“I’ll be there,” she says, her voice cracking ever so slightly, “I’ll be there no matter what. I promise you, when you need me, I’ll be there. Even when you think you don’t need me, I’ll still be there.”
Her words, spoken with such quiet conviction, ease some of the tension that’s been building inside you.
“Thank you.”
Fadiya gives you a small smile, “Try to get some rest,” she says, “Tomorrow will be difficult, but we’ll get through it.”
You watch as she rises from the bed.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ask her to sleep here with you.|ch4-50b-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let her go.|ch4-50b-2]]</span>But before she can take a step away, you reach out, your voice catching slightly as you call out to her, “Fadiya, wait.”
She pauses, turning to look at you. “What is it?” she asks softly.
You hesitate for a moment, feeling a bit vulnerable, but the thought of being alone in this tent feels horrible. “Would you... would you stay here with me tonight?” you ask, your voice quieter than before.
Fadiya’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, and for a moment, she looks uncertain. “I—of course, I can stay,” she says slowly, “but where would I sleep?”
“It’s alright, we can share,” you say, patting the bed. “I’d feel better if you were here.”
Fadiya hesitates, her gaze flicking between you and the bed. You can see the internal debate playing out in her mind, but eventually, she nods, her expression softening with understanding. “Alright,” she agrees, her voice gentle. “If it’ll help you rest, I’ll stay.”
You scoot over slightly, making room for her on the bed. The space is tight, but there’s a sense of comfort in the closeness, in knowing that you’re not alone.
Fadiya carefully lowers herself onto the bed beside you, her movements cautious as she tries to find a comfortable position without disturbing you too much.
You lie there for a moment, listening to the soft rhythm of Fadiya’s breathing beside you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Now that you’re actually sharing the bed with her, you feel a bit nervous.|ch4-50b-1a][$fad_ro to Math.clamp($fad_ro + 1, 0, 30)]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[She shared the bed so easily with you, it makes you wonder if she does it so easily with others too. You start to feel jealous.|ch4-50b-1b][$fad_ro to Math.clamp($fad_ro + 1, 0, 30)]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[It feels peaceful to have her here.|ch4-50b-1c]]</span>As she steps toward the entrance, the warmth of her presence lingers, even as she leaves.
•
The quiet stillness of the early morning surrounds you, a gentle hush that feels almost like a blessing. As you slowly wake, a sensation of being watched prickles at the edge of your awareness. You turn your head and your gaze is met by a single, intense eye belonging to your $pet.
You hadn’t noticed it last night due to it being injured but this little $pet only has one eye.
The other is scarred shut, a reminder of some past injury. Your heart aches for the little creature, and you wonder what it must have gone through to have ended up like this.
You look around the room wondering how it got here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Softly ask, “How did you get here?”|ch4-51a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream, very loudly, “Vincent!”|ch4-51b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick it up and play with it.|ch4-51c]]</span>Now that you’re actually sharing the bed with her, a flutter of nervousness stirs in your stomach.
You’re acutely aware of her presence, of the way her arm brushes against yours, of the soft scent of her hair that drifts to you in the quiet of the tent.
You shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn’t bring you too close, but the bed is small, and every movement seems to bring you closer together.
Despite the nervous energy buzzing under your skin, there’s also a deep sense of peace which is something you haven’t felt in days.
•
The quiet stillness of the early morning surrounds you, a gentle hush that feels almost like a blessing. As you slowly wake, a sensation of being watched prickles at the edge of your awareness. You turn your head, expecting to see Fadiya but your gaze is met by a single, intense eye belonging to your $pet.
You hadn’t noticed it last night due to it being injured but this little $pet only has one eye.
The other is scarred shut, a reminder of some past injury. Your heart aches for the little creature, and you wonder what it must have gone through to have ended up like this.
You look around the room wondering how it got here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Softly ask, “How did you get here?”|ch4-51a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream, very loudly, “Vincent!”|ch4-51b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick it up and play with it.|ch4-51c]]</span>As you lie there, another thought creeps into your mind. Fadiya had shared the bed with you so easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The ease with which she agreed, the way she made herself comfortable beside you, stirs something unexpected within you—a flicker of jealousy.
You can’t help but wonder if she does this with others too, if she shares her warmth and comfort with them just as effortlessly.
The thought gnaws at you, even though you know it’s irrational.
You shift slightly, trying to push the feeling away, but it lingers, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
You glance at her, and somehow that is enough to ease the jealousy you are feeling.
She’s here with you right now.
•
The quiet stillness of the early morning surrounds you, a gentle hush that feels almost like a blessing. As you slowly wake, a sensation of being watched prickles at the edge of your awareness. You turn your head, expecting to see Fadiya but your gaze is met by a single, intense eye belonging to your $pet.
You hadn’t noticed it last night due to it being injured but this little $pet only has one eye.
The other is scarred shut, a reminder of some past injury. Your heart aches for the little creature, and you wonder what it must have gone through to have ended up like this.
You look around the room wondering how it got here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Softly ask, “How did you get here?”|ch4-51a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream, very loudly, “Vincent!”|ch4-51b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick it up and play with it.|ch4-51c]]</span>You lie there for a moment, listening to the soft rhythm of Fadiya’s breathing beside you, feeling a sense of peace that had been absent for most of the past days.
•
The quiet stillness of the early morning surrounds you, a gentle hush that feels almost like a blessing. As you slowly wake, a sensation of being watched prickles at the edge of your awareness. You turn your head, expecting to see Fadiya but your gaze is met by a single, intense eye belonging to your $pet.
You hadn’t noticed it last night due to it being injured but this little $pet only has one eye.
The other is scarred shut, a reminder of some past injury. Your heart aches for the little creature, and you wonder what it must have gone through to have ended up like this.
You look around the room wondering how it got here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Softly ask, “How did you get here?”|ch4-51a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream, very loudly, “Vincent!”|ch4-51b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick it up and play with it.|ch4-51c]]</span><<set $age to 11>><<fadein 5s>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weight:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Saudade, 1444</div>
Sunlight filters gently through the windows, casting patterns of light and shadow on the polished marble floor. The air carries a hint of incense, adding a sense of tranquility to the atmosphere.
“$name!”
And the tranquility was broken.
“Fadiya,” you greet her, acknowledging her presence.
Her fingers playfully tousle her untamed, curly mane of fiery red hair, cascading in a riot of waves that spill down her shoulders.
The same mischievous glint that animated her amber eyes during your very first encounter still remains, a spark of familiarity untouched by the passage of time. Her determination to forge a friendship with you has persisted over the passing months, a fact that becomes evident once again today.
Settling herself into the seat opposite you, Fadiya cradles Asha, her beloved frog, nestled tenderly in the curve of her arms. The creature croaks softly, seemingly sensing the anticipation in the room. Fadiya’s eyes gleam with anticipation as she locks gazes with you, unable to contain her enthusiasm.
“I have something I want to show you!” Fadiya exclaims eagerly, her voice brimming with excitement. “Asha and I have been working on some tricks, I think you will like them!”
Before you can even respond, Fadiya continues, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “We should head to the lake,” she suggests eagerly, her words tumbling out. “It’s the perfect setting for Asha’s tricks. The flowers are in full bloom; it will be magical.”
Her efforts to befriend you over the months have not gone unnoticed. Fadiya has constantly sought your companionship, organizing things to do together, sharing stories and jokes, and demonstrating her genuine interest in getting to know you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel touched by her dedication.|A1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re open to the connection but a part of you remains skeptical.|A1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re slowly warming up to her.|A1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You find it difficult to open up to her.|A1-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You still maintain a guarded distance.|A1-5]]</span><</fadein>>It is as if she saw something in you that others overlooked or simply never bothered to find, and her persistence has touched a tender part of your soul.
Unable to resist Fadiya’s infectious enthusiasm, you reply, “That sounds wonderful. Lead the way, Fadiya.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with a radiant grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]While you appreciate her genuine efforts and the time she has invested in getting to know you, a lingering skepticism tugs at your thoughts.
However, you decide to give her a chance. With a hesitant nod, you say, “All right, Fadiya.”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]Despite your initial reservations, her persistence has slowly been chipping away at the walls you’ve built around yourself.
“That sounds nice, Fadiya.”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]Despite Fadiya’s persistent efforts, you find it difficult to open up to her. The past forms an invisible barrier that hinders your ability to let others in, even someone as warm-hearted and caring as Fadiya.
“Thank you for the offer, Fadiya, but I’m afraid I will have to decline seeing Asha’s tricks at the lake.”
Fadiya’s face drops for a moment, disappointment evident in her eyes, but she quickly puts on a brave smile. “Oh, all right. That’s all right,” she says, trying to hide her feelings. “Maybe some other time then.”
As you look at her, you can’t help but notice how sad she looks, like a little squirrel feeling dejected. You start to reconsider your decision. After all, she has been kind to you, and it’s just a visit to the lake.
“Well, I suppose I can spare some time to see Asha’s tricks.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with a radiant grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Really? You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]Despite Fadiya’s persistent efforts to befriend you, you have remained cautious and maintained a guarded distance.
“Thank you for the offer, Fadiya, but I’m afraid I will have to decline seeing Asha’s tricks at the lake.”
Fadiya’s face drops for a moment, disappointment evident in her eyes, but she quickly puts on a brave smile. “Oh, all right. That’s all right,” she says, trying to hide her feelings. “Maybe some other time then.”
As you look at her, you can’t help but notice how sad she looks, like a little squirrel feeling dejected. You start to reconsider your decision. After all, she has been kind to you, and it’s just a visit to the lake.
“Well, I suppose I can spare some time to see Asha’s tricks.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with a radiant grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Really? You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]You turn around slowly, and there stands Hunter, with Helios and Vincent trailing silently behind. Their presence catches you off guard.
Fadiya, wearing a somewhat stern expression, addresses Hunter, “You’re not invited, Hunter.”
Feigning disappointment, Hunter places a hand dramatically over $H_hisher heart. “You wound me,” $H_heshe remarks, the playful tone clashing with Fadiya’s firm stance.
Vincent stands a few steps away from Helios. His face betrays a deep indifference, making you wonder why he’s even here.
Helios, on the other hand, seems slightly out of his element, his uncertain expression suggesting he’s not entirely sure he belongs.
Unfazed by Fadiya’s rejection, Hunter continues, “We were here first,” $H_heshe says, motioning to some items strewn about on the grass nearby, objects you hadn't noticed until now.
Vincent, not one for pleasantries, addresses you and Fadiya curtly, “Yes, so leave.”
Hunter quickly reprimands him, $H_hisher voice firm. “Vincent.”
With a sigh, Hunter attempts to mediate, suggesting a compromise. “We can all stay here,” $H_heshe proposes, hoping to defuse the rising tension.
The idyllic lakeside setting, once serene, now feels charged. Fadiya’s expression is still marked by a touch of annoyance but she seems open to Hunter’s suggestion, if only to avoid escalating the situation further.
Helios interjects softly, “We can go, it’s fine.”
Vincent, who initially seemed eager to leave, suddenly changes his stance. The set of his jaw and the way he crosses his arms show a stubborn determination to stay. “If anyone has to go, it should be them.”
Again, Hunter reprimands him, “Vincent.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You roll your eyes, “You should keep quiet, Vincent.”|A2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You turn to Fadiya, seeking her opinion, “Fadiya, what do you think?”|A2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You speak up diplomatically, “Let’s not argue. We can all stay here peacefully.”|A2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to keep quiet and stay out of it.|A2-2]]</span>Vincent, with a frustrated huff, doesn’t say anything to you, but the tension in his stance speaks volumes. He’s not one to back down easily.
Hunter, seeing that $H_hisher attempts at mediation haven’t entirely quelled the brewing conflict, takes a step forward. $H_HisHer deep blue eyes scan the lake, and he tries to find common ground. “Look, can’t we all just enjoy this beautiful place together?” he suggests, his tone more conciliatory.
Fadiya, while still a bit annoyed by the intrusion, sighs and relents. “Fine, we can all stay.” she says, her expression softening into a reluctant smile.
Vincent finally uncrosses his arms, conceding to the compromise, though he still doesn’t seem thrilled about it. He mumbles something under his breath, too low for you to catch, but it’s clear that he’s still not pleased.
With a collective yet uneasy acceptance of the compromise, the group settles into an uncomfortable coexistence by the tranquil lake. The serene atmosphere that initially drew you all here now feels fractured, like a delicate glass sculpture with visible cracks.
You remain by Fadiya’s side, observing her sullen demeanor as she listlessly dips her feet into the water. The gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore provides the only soundtrack to the otherwise tense silence.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Fadiya hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the expanding ripples she creates in the tranquil waters. She sighs softly, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice as she finally replies, “It’s just... I thought we could have a moment of peace and quiet here.”
Vincent, never one to hold back, scoffs at her comment. “If that’s the case, then you should go,” he retorts, his tone dripping with irritation.
Fadiya’s patience is running thin and she finally loses her composure. Her usually jovial demeanor cracks as she turns to face him, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. “You are infuriating,” she snaps.
Seemingly unfazed by her frustration, Vincent turns his attention to you, his expression hardening. “Speaking of infuriating,” he begins, his tone laced with poison, “I can’t fathom why we have to tolerate your presence.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Then leave?” you raise an eyebrow, unfazed by his words.|A3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel smaller due to the way he speaks to you, tears prick at your eyes.|A3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You can feel anger bubbling inside you.|A3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am the Royal Consort, and I have every right to go wherever I please within this palace,” You know how to use your position to your advantage.|A3-4]]</span>Fadiya takes a moment to assess the situation, her gaze shifting between the conflicting expressions of the group. She seems torn between her initial annoyance and the desire to avoid further discord. Finally, she speaks with a measured tone, “All right, let’s not ruin the atmosphere.”
Vincent finally uncrosses his arms, conceding to the compromise, though he still doesn’t seem thrilled about it. He mumbles something under his breath, too low for you to catch, but it’s clear that he’s still not pleased.
With a collective yet uneasy acceptance of the compromise, the group settles into an uncomfortable coexistence by the tranquil lake. The serene atmosphere that initially drew you all here now feels fractured, like a delicate glass sculpture with visible cracks.
You remain by Fadiya’s side, observing her sullen demeanor as she listlessly dips her feet into the water. The gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore provides the only soundtrack to the otherwise tense silence.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Fadiya hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the expanding ripples she creates in the tranquil waters. She sighs softly, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice as she finally replies, “It’s just... I thought we could have a moment of peace and quiet here.”
Vincent, never one to hold back, scoffs at her comment. “If that’s the case, then you should go,” he retorts, his tone dripping with irritation.
Fadiya’s patience is running thin and she finally loses her composure. Her usually jovial demeanor cracks as she turns to face him, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. “You are infuriating,” she snaps.
Seemingly unfazed by her frustration, Vincent turns his attention to you, his expression hardening. “Speaking of infuriating,” he begins, his tone laced with poison, “I can’t fathom why we have to tolerate your presence.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Then leave?” you raise an eyebrow, unfazed by his words.|A3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel smaller due to the way he speaks to you, tears prick at your eyes.|A3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You can feel anger bubbling inside you.|A3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am the Royal Consort, and I have every right to go wherever I please within this palace,” You know how to use your position to your advantage.|A3-4]]</span>Fadiya finally nods in reluctant agreement. “Fine,” she concedes, her stern expression softening. “We can all stay.”
Vincent finally uncrosses his arms, conceding to the compromise, though he still doesn’t seem thrilled about it. He mumbles something under his breath, too low for you to catch, but it’s clear that he’s still not pleased.
With a collective yet uneasy acceptance of the compromise, the group settles into an uncomfortable coexistence by the tranquil lake. The serene atmosphere that initially drew you all here now feels fractured, like a delicate glass sculpture with visible cracks.
You remain by Fadiya’s side, observing her sullen demeanor as she listlessly dips her feet into the water. The gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore provides the only soundtrack to the otherwise tense silence.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Fadiya hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the expanding ripples she creates in the tranquil waters. She sighs softly, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice as she finally replies, “It’s just... I thought we could have a moment of peace and quiet here.”
Vincent, never one to hold back, scoffs at her comment. “If that’s the case, then you should go,” he retorts, his tone dripping with irritation.
Fadiya’s patience is running thin and she finally loses her composure. Her usually jovial demeanor cracks as she turns to face him, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. “You are infuriating,” she snaps.
Seemingly unfazed by her frustration, Vincent turns his attention to you, his expression hardening. “Speaking of infuriating,” he begins, his tone laced with poison, “I can’t fathom why we have to tolerate your presence.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Then leave?” you raise an eyebrow, unfazed by his words.|A3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel smaller due to the way he speaks to you, tears prick at your eyes.|A3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You can feel anger bubbling inside you.|A3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am the Royal Consort, and I have every right to go wherever I please within this palace,” You know how to use your position to your advantage.|A3-4]]</span>Vincent smiles but it’s far from friendly. “It’s astonishing how shameless you are,” he taunts, his words dripping with disdain. “Don’t you feel guilty that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]The sight of your tears does make Vincent back down for a second but then his eyes narrow and he questions, “Don’t you feel guilty that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]Vincent laughs, “Shut up? It’s astonishing how shameless you are,” he taunts, his words dripping with disdain. “Don’t you feel bad that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]Vincent laughs, “Right, my apologies, Your Majesty.”
His disbelief is palpable as he shakes his head, his expression slowly morphing into one of disdain. “It’s astonishing how shameless you are,” he taunts, “Don’t you feel guilty that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]As you sink deeper beneath the surface, the world above transforms into a watery painting, the sounds of muffled voices echoing around you.
The sunlight, once so inviting, now filters through the water’s surface, casting playful and distorted patterns on the lake’s bed. It dances and shimmers, but now it feels distant and unreachable. The liquid cocoon of the lake envelopes you, its gentle coolness caresses your skin like a soothing balm, as if offering solace and a moment of respite from the turmoil above.
As you struggle to orient yourself and push upwards towards the surface, disoriented by the underwater world, you suddenly hear a new sound—a loud splash. Turning your head, you catch sight of white hair.
The distorted world beneath the surface seems to blur as he draws nearer, his hand outstretched, fingers reaching for your form.
Finally, your fingers brush against Helios’ outstretched hand. His grip is strong as he pulls you upward, towards the shimmering surface that felt so distant only moments ago.
With a final burst of effort, you break through the water’s surface, gasping for precious air. Your heart races, and the world around you slowly shifts back into focus.
The first thing you see is Fadiya standing near the edge of the lake. Her eyes reveal a mixture of emotions—concern, relief, and tears shimmering on her lashes.
Beside her, Vincent and Hunter stand with tense expressions, their worry palpable. Hunter, poised to dive in after Helios, exhales a deep sigh of relief as $H_heshe sees the two of you emerge from the water.
Vincent and Hunter, driven by urgency, rush towards Helios, who has just surfaced with you in his grasp.
Fadiya extends a trembling hand to help you clamber onto the shore. You cough and wheeze, your clothes drenched and your body trembling from the ordeal.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Push her hand away.|A4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Take her hand.|A4-2]]</span>Despite her genuine attempt to assist, you push her hand away and you watch as Fadiya’s face crumbles before your eyes like a wilting flower.
You get onto the shore by yourself.
“Are you all right?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.
You manage to nod, your breath slowly returning to a normal rhythm. “I’m... I’m all right,” you reply, still feeling a bit disoriented from the ordeal.
Glistening tears pool in the corners of her eyes, refracting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above.
Her voice, soft and tremulous, carries the weight of regret. “I apologize for today,” she murmurs before standing up and beginning to walk away from the clearing.
A sense of conflict gnaws at you. Despite the tumultuous turn of events, you can’t bear to let Fadiya walk away in such a state. She has been on your side, and her actions were born out of a desire to protect you from Vincent’s words.
You decide to go after her, leaving Hunter and Vincent to tend to Helios, who helped you get out from the depths of the lake.
You catch up to Fadiya, her footsteps carrying her swiftly but with an air of melancholy toward the palace. You gently reach out to touch her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.
She turns to face you, her eyes meeting yours with a shaky inhale, her lips quivering as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, she speaks, her voice heavy with sincerity. “I understand if you're angry at me.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not angry at you.” You say truthfully.|A5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not angry at you.” You lie, you do think she is partially to blame for this.|A5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t act on your emotions so rashly.”|A5-3]]</span>Fadiya kneels beside you, her concern etched across her face. “Are you all right?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.
You manage to nod, your breath slowly returning to a normal rhythm. “I’m... I’m all ,” you reply, still feeling a bit disoriented from the ordeal.
As you sit there, still catching your breath, Fadiya’s worry begins to give way to relief. She lets out a deep sigh and offers a faint but grateful smile. “Thank the gods you’re all right,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of emotions.
Fadiya winces slightly which catches your attention. Her hand, the same one that delivered a fierce punch to Vincent’s nose, is visibly swollen and contorted, an unusual angle for her delicate fingers to be in. It is clear that the force of her blow took a toll on her hand.
“Fadiya, your hand.” you frown, “We need to get you help.”
Fadiya nods, her eyes reflecting the pain she’s trying to hide. “Mama keeps some healing potions, I’ll go find her.”
As she stands, she looks at you with concern and a hint of amusement, “You’re completely soaked,” she observes, her eyes traveling over your drenched form. “We should go together. You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.”
The unexpected swim has left your clothes clinging to your body, and you shiver slightly as a cool breeze blows through the clearing. Fadiya extends a hand to help you up, her expression softening with a mixture of tenderness and determination.
[[Continue|A6-1]]Fadiya’s eyes, still moist from her earlier tears, search yours with a mixture of hope and trepidation. Your reassurance seems to lift a weight from her shoulders, and a faint but genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
The tension in the air eases, replaced by a sense of understanding between friends who have weathered their fair share of storms together. Fadiya’s voice trembles slightly as she begins to speak, “I just couldn’t stand by and let Vincent hurt you with his words. I don’t regret it though, I hope it hurt him a lot.”
You recall his bleeding nose, “I’m certain it did.”
Fadiya winces slightly which catches your attention. Her hand, the same one that delivered a fierce punch to Vincent’s nose, is visibly swollen and contorted, an unusual angle for her delicate fingers to be in. It is clear that the force of her blow took a toll on her hand.
“Fadiya, your hand.” you frown, “We need to get you help.”
Fadiya nods, her eyes reflecting the pain she’s trying to hide, “Mama keeps some healing potions, I’ll go find her.”
Then she observes, her eyes traveling over your drenched form, “You’re completely soaked, we should go together. You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.”
The unexpected swim has left your clothes clinging to your body, and you shiver slightly as a cool breeze blows through the clearing.
Together, you make your way to where her mother is.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Continue|A6-1]]</span>You reassure her by hiding how you really feel. Fadiya’s eyes, still moist from her earlier tears, search yours with a mixture of hope and trepidation. Your reassurance seems to lift a weight from her shoulders, and a faint but genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
The tension in the air eases, replaced by a sense of understanding between friends who have weathered their fair share of storms together. Fadiya’s voice trembles slightly as she begins to speak, “I just couldn’t stand by and let Vincent hurt you with his words. I don’t regret it though, I hope it hurt him a lot.”
You recall his bleeding nose, “I’m certain it did.”
Fadiya winces slightly which catches your attention. Her hand, the same one that delivered a fierce punch to Vincent’s nose, is visibly swollen and contorted, an unusual angle for her delicate fingers to be in. It is clear that the force of her blow took a toll on her hand.
“Fadiya, your hand.” you frown, “We need to get you help.”
Fadiya nods, her eyes reflecting the pain she’s trying to hide, “Mama keeps some healing potions, I’ll go find her.”
Then she observes, her eyes traveling over your drenched form, “You’re completely soaked, we should go together. You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.”
The unexpected swim has left your clothes clinging to your body, and you shiver slightly as a cool breeze blows through the clearing.
Together, you make your way to where her mother is.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Continue|A6-1]]</span>Fadiya’s shoulders sag slightly with relief as your words reach her. She wipes away a stray tear, her expression softening. “I just... I couldn’t stand by and let him say those things to you,” she confesses, her voice fragile. “I thought I was protecting you, but I ended up causing all this...”
Fadiya winces slightly which catches your attention. Her hand, the same one that delivered a fierce punch to Vincent’s nose, is visibly swollen and contorted, an unusual angle for her delicate fingers to be in. It is clear that the force of her blow took a toll on her hand.
“Fadiya, your hand.” you frown, “We need to get you help.”
Fadiya nods, her eyes reflecting the pain she’s trying to hide, “Mama keeps some healing potions, I’ll go find her.”
Then she observes, her eyes traveling over your drenched form, “You’re completely soaked, we should go together. You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.”
The unexpected swim has left your clothes clinging to your body, and you shiver slightly as a cool breeze blows through the clearing.
Together, you make your way to where her mother is.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Continue|A6-1]]</span>You find Fadiya’s mother, Naima, in her office, though it’s more like a kitchen infused with magic, with an array of mystical items and ingredients scattered all around the place.
Naima’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of her daughter clutching her broken hand and you drenched in water, a mix of concern and surprise crossing her face. “What in the world…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she assesses the two of you.
Fadiya, feeling a bit sheepish, manages to speak through the pain. “Do you have a healing potion, mama?”
Naima’s gentle touch on Fadiya’s hand elicits a wince from her. Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies the injury. “I do not,” she responds, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness, “Unless you tell me what happened.”
Fadiya hesitates for a moment before confessing, “I punched someone.”
Naima raises an eyebrow, “Helios?”
Fadiya’s face twists in confusion, “What? No.”
Naima presses her lips together thoughtfully, “Oh, then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
Fadiya clarifies with a sigh, “It was Vincent.”
Naima lets out a sigh, her relief quickly replaced by a knowing exasperation. Vincent’s name seems to bring a storm of its own.
“Vincent,” she mutters under her breath, “That boy’s mother is such a pain to deal with.”
You can’t help but nod in agreement as you recall previous encounters with Vincent’s overbearing mother.
But before delving further into the matter, Naima’s gaze shifts, and she raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “And why, dear, are you soaking wet?” she asks, noticing your wet figure, diverting her attention momentarily from Fadiya’s injury.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, you see…” You’re going to tell her every single detail.|A7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Vincent.”|A7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I fell into the lake because everyone wouldn’t stop fighting.”|A7-3]]</span>Naima shakes her head, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Ah, children,” she says, “always finding new ways to get into trouble.”
“No, no! He was being very cruel and saying terrible things. I punched him because it was necessary!” Fadiya said defensively.
“I trust your judgment, my dear,” she replies, “But violence should always be the last resort.”
“You don’t understand, mama.”
“I see,” she sighs, giving into Fadiya’s whim,“Well, let’s first tend to your hand, and then we can get you dried up, $name.”
Naima retrieves a nearby towel, offering it to you to help dry off as she prepares to address Fadiya’s injured hand.
Fadiya’s mother rummages through a couple of cabinets, the clinking of glass bottles and rustling of magical herbs filling the air until she finally finds what she’s looking for. She returns to Fadiya, holding a vial of potion in her hand.
“Here,” she says as she comes close to Fadiya again, “I’m going to pour this onto your hand. It will help with the healing process and the pain but you will still have to be careful for the next two weeks.”
Fadiya’s eyes widen in horror at the prospect of two weeks of caution. “Two weeks?” she questions, sounding dismayed.
Naima fixes Fadiya with a stern look. “You should have thought about this before you punched him.” she scolds gently as she places a bowl on her lap and begins pouring the potion onto her injured hand.
The liquid glistens with a faint, otherworldly glow as it makes contact with her skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from Fadiya.
She can’t help but mutter under her breath, “Maybe if he never speaks again…”
Naima, hearing the muttered words, lightly pinches Fadiya’s ear. “Ouch!” She protests, frowning, but then adds defiantly, “I’m right, mama.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s right, he deserved it.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“While you may be right you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>You take a deep breath, preparing to explain your waterlogged appearance to Naima.
“Well, you see,” you begin, your voice tinged with a hint of exasperation, “After Fadiya punched Vincent, he pushed her away, and she collided with me. We both went flying, and, well, I ended up taking an unexpected swim in the lake.” Your tone is matter-of-fact, though the memory of the unexpected plunge still lingers, making you slightly uncomfortable.
Naima listens attentively, her expression shifting from curiosity to amusement as she imagines the scenario. She can’t help but chuckle softly. “Ah, children,” she says, “Always finding new ways to get into trouble.”
“No, no! He was being very cruel and saying terrible things. I punched him because it was necessary!” Fadiya said defensively.
“I trust your judgment, my dear,” she replies, “But violence should always be the last resort.”
“You don’t understand, mama.”
“I see,” she sighs, giving into Fadiya’s whim,“Well, let’s first tend to your hand, and then we can get you dried up, $name.”
She retrieves a nearby towel, offering it to you to help dry off as she prepares to address Fadiya’s injured hand.
Fadiya’s mother rummages through a couple of cabinets, the clinking of glass bottles and rustling of magical herbs filling the air until she finally finds what she’s looking for. She returns to Fadiya, holding a vial of potion in her hand.
“Here,” she says as she comes close to Fadiya again, “I’m going to pour this onto your hand. It will help with the healing process and the pain but you will still have to be careful for the next two weeks.”
Fadiya’s eyes widen in horror at the prospect of two weeks of caution. “Two weeks?” she questions, sounding dismayed.
Naima fixes Fadiya with a stern look. “You should have thought about this before you punched him.” she scolds gently as she places a bowl on her lap and begins pouring the potion onto her injured hand.
The liquid glistens with a faint, otherworldly glow as it makes contact with her skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from Fadiya.
She can’t help but mutter under her breath, “Maybe if he never speaks again…”
Naima, hearing the muttered words, lightly pinches Fadiya’s ear. “Ouch!” She protests, frowning, but then adds defiantly, “I’m right, mama.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s right, he deserved it.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“While you may be right you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>You reply simply, “Vincent.”
Naima nods, as if that explains everything.
Fadiya adds, “Vincent was being terrible without reason!”
“I see,” she replies,“Well, let’s first tend to your hand, Fadiya. And then we can get you dried up, $name.”
She retrieves a nearby towel, offering it to you to help dry off as she prepares to address Fadiya’s injured hand.
Fadiya’s mother rummages through a couple of cabinets, the clinking of glass bottles and rustling of magical herbs filling the air until she finally finds what she’s looking for. She returns to Fadiya, holding a vial of potion in her hand.
“Here,” she says as she comes close to Fadiya again, “I’m going to pour this onto your hand. It will help with the healing process and the pain but you will still have to be careful for the next two weeks.”
Fadiya’s eyes widen in horror at the prospect of two weeks of caution. “Two weeks?” she questions, sounding dismayed.
Naima fixes Fadiya with a stern look. “You should have thought about this before you punched him.” she scolds gently as she places a bowl on her lap and begins pouring the potion onto her injured hand.
The liquid glistens with a faint, otherworldly glow as it makes contact with her skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from Fadiya.
She can’t help but mutter under her breath, Maybe if he never speaks again…”
Naima, hearing the muttered words, lightly pinches Fadiya’s ear. “Ouch!” She protests, frowning, but then adds defiantly, “I’m right, mama.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s right, he deserved it.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“While you may be right you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>Naima smiles wryly, finishing the application of the healing potion. “Well, let’s hope he learns his lesson then. And you, stay out of trouble. I won’t give you a healing potion next time.”
Fadiya pouts, “I’ll try my best.” but then she continues, “But if he provokes me then I can’t promise anything.”
Asha croaks in agreement.
Naima turns her gaze toward Asha, shaking her head in mock exasperation, “You too?”
Asha doesn’t croak again, but her allegiance is clear.
Naima then turns to you, “Come closer, I’ll dry you off.”
With a skilled flick of her wrist, she manipulates the water droplets clinging to your clothes and skin, forming them into a sphere suspended in the air. Naima then directs the ball of water into a bowl on the ground, which seems to be Asha’s designated spot, leaving you dry and comfortable.
Naima glances out of the window, her gaze settling on the darkening sky. “It’s getting late,” she remarks with a hint of concern, “I’ll walk you to your room, dear. Say your goodbyes.”
You nod, turning your attention to Fadiya, “Take care, Fadiya.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for standing up for me. It means a lot to me.”|A8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“We should go to the lake again to see Asha’s tricks once you’re healed.”|A8-3]]</span>“Thank you for standing up to me. It means a lot to me,” you admit, your gratitude is genuine and heartfelt.
For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
“We are friends,” Fadiya says as if that declaration alone explains everything.
“Ready?” Naima’s voice calls from behind you, and you turn to her with a nod.
“I’ll see you soon!” Fadiya waves you goodbye, her enthusiasm undiminished despite the day’s events, as you begin to walk away.
You wave back.
Naima accompanies you back to your room, and once you arrive, she lingers by the doorway, a contemplative expression on her face. It’s clear she has something on her mind.
“$name,” she starts, squatting down to your level, “Fadiya cares for you.”
Her words catch you slightly off guard, and you stand there, uncertain of the significance of this conversation.
“Listen to me, everyone needs something or someone to rely on.” she continues, her voice is gentle as she talks to you, “I hope you know you can rely on her. On me as well.”
Before you can respond, she stands back up, her attention shifting to her right. “Looks like you have a visitor.” She says, glancing at someone in the corridor. “You should hear him out.”
You turn to look at who she’s looking at but see no one.
Naima chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I think I scared him.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, thinking she’s out of her mind.|A9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who was it?” you inquire, curiosity getting the better of you.|A9-2]]</span>Fadiya’s enthusiasm is palpable, “That sounds good! I can’t wait for my hand to get better. You’ll be the first person I visit.”
Asha croaks once again, she seems to want to show you her tricks as well.
“Really? The first one?”
“Absolutely. We are friends,” Fadiya says as if that declaration alone explains everything.
“Ready?” Naima’s voice calls from behind you, and you turn to her with a nod.
“I’ll see you soon!” Fadiya waves you goodbye, her enthusiasm undiminished despite the day’s events, as you begin to walk away.
You wave back.
Naima accompanies you back to your room, and once you arrive, she lingers by the doorway, a contemplative expression on her face. It’s clear she has something on her mind.
“$name,” she starts, squatting down to your level, “Fadiya cares for you.”
Her words catch you slightly off guard, and you stand there, uncertain of the significance of this conversation.
“Listen to me, everyone needs something or someone to rely on.” She continues, her voice is gentle as she talks to you, “I hope you know you can rely on her. On me as well.”
Before you can respond, she stands back up, her attention shifting to her right. “Looks like you have a visitor.” She says, glancing at someone in the corridor. “You should hear him out.”
You turn to look at who she’s looking at but see no one.
Naima chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I think I scared him.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, thinking she’s out of her mind.|A9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who was it?” you inquire, curiosity getting the better of you.|A9-2]]</span>“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, defending herself, “There really was someone there.”
“Right…”
“Well, I’ll be off then. Take care of yourself and do not skip dinner!” Naima says warmly, her concern for your well-being evident in her parting words.
You nod in acknowledgment as she walks away.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down in a chair, and Naima’s earlier words echo in your head.
You take a deep breath and look around your room, the silence only amplifying your thoughts. The walls seem to close in slightly, making you realize how much you’ve been keeping to yourself.
You feel a warmth spread in your chest, a small comfort in the idea of having someone to rely on.
A gentle but unmistakable knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You pause, glancing toward the entrance.
“Yes?” you call out.
“Prince Helios wishes to see you, Your Majesty.”
Your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected request. What could Helios want at a time like this? You ponder for a moment before making a decision. With a determined nod, you instruct, “Let him in.”
The door creaks open, revealing Helios standing there, having changed into fresh attire since the unexpected swim. His hair, once soaked and disheveled, now gleams with its usual luster, falling in soft, shiny waves that frame his face.
Helios steps into the room, his normally confident demeanor noticeably tempered by a hint of uncertainty. He clears his throat, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic hesitancy as he begins to speak.
“I have come here to apologize.”
You observe him carefully, noting the effort he has put into his appearance, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos. His attempt at formality is evident, yet the slight tremor in his voice betrays his uncertainty.
“Vincent was out of line,” Helios continues, his voice wavering slightly. “I will do my best to ensure it does not happen again.”
As he speaks, you can see the sincerity in his eyes and a rare vulnerability underscores the weight of his words.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I appreciate it.”|A10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|A10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you truly make sure this doesn’t happen again?”|A10-3]]</span>Naima’s smiles mischievously, and she replies, “I can’t tell you that. I hope he gets his courage and comes back.”
“Right…”
“Well, I’ll be off then. Take care of yourself and do not skip dinner!” Naima says warmly, her concern for your well-being evident in her parting words.
You nod in acknowledgment as she walks away.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down in a chair, and Naima’s earlier words echo in your head.
You take a deep breath and look around your room, the silence only amplifying your thoughts. The walls seem to close in slightly, making you realize how much you’ve been keeping to yourself.
You feel a warmth spread in your chest, a small comfort in the idea of having someone to rely on.
A gentle but unmistakable knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You pause, glancing toward the entrance.
“Yes?” you call out.
“Prince Helios wishes to see you, Your Majesty.”
Your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected request. What could Helios want at a time like this? You ponder for a moment before making a decision. With a determined nod, you instruct, “Let him in.”
The door creaks open, revealing Helios standing there, having changed into fresh attire since the unexpected swim. His hair, once soaked and disheveled, now gleams with its usual luster, falling in soft, shiny waves that frame his face.
Helios steps into the room, his normally confident demeanor noticeably tempered by a hint of uncertainty. He clears his throat, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic hesitancy as he begins to speak.
“I have come here to apologize.”
You observe him carefully, noting the effort he has put into his appearance, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos. His attempt at formality is evident, yet the slight tremor in his voice betrays his uncertainty.
“Vincent was out of line,” Helios continues, his voice wavering slightly. “I will do my best to ensure it does not happen again.”
As he speaks, you can see the sincerity in his eyes and a rare vulnerability underscores the weight of his words.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I appreciate it.”|A10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|A10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you truly make sure this doesn’t happen again?”|A10-3]]</span>Helios visibly relaxes as your response carries a measure of understanding. He takes a step closer, his shoulders no longer tense with apprehension.
“You are the Consort,” he continues, his voice steady but still tinged with a touch of uncertainty, “You have a higher rank than me. You have every right to go anywhere in the palace, no matter how people feel. Don’t take his words to heart.”
Your curiosity grows as you sense an unspoken sentiment lurking beneath his words.
“So it’s true? You feel uncomfortable around me?”
Helios hesitates, choosing his words carefully as if walking on fragile ground. “It’s not your fault,” he says plainly, his eyes don’t meet yours.
There’s a sense of vulnerability in his confession, and it lingers as he takes a step back, putting more distance between you two.
As you observe him, you recall Naima’s earlier words about someone waiting for you in the corridor. When you looked, there had been no one there. A thought strikes you, and you ask, “Why did you leave earlier?”
Helios looks confused. “I wasn’t here earlier,” he replies, his expression earnest.
You pause, processing his response. If it wasn’t Helios, then who could it have been?
“I should get back to my duties,” he says, his uncertainty gradually giving way to a more composed demeanor.
You nod and Helios bows slightly, a sign of respect, before turning to leave the room.
Once you’re alone in your room, you think about Fadiya’s earlier words.
//“We are friends.”//
You recall how Fadiya protected you against Vincent’s words. For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
Perhaps, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
[[Continue|29-0]]Helios lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I understand, but Vincent is... stubborn,” he admits reluctantly. “He won’t apologize himself but you deserve an apology for today.”
“You are the Consort,” he continues, his voice steady but still tinged with a touch of uncertainty, “You have a higher rank than me. You have every right to go anywhere in the palace, no matter how people feel. Don’t take his words to heart.”
Your curiosity grows as you sense an unspoken sentiment lurking beneath his words.
“So it’s true? You feel uncomfortable around me?”
Helios hesitates, choosing his words carefully as if walking on fragile ground. “It’s not your fault,” he says plainly, his eyes don’t meet yours.
There’s a sense of vulnerability in his confession, and it lingers as he takes a step back, putting more distance between you two.
As you observe him, you recall Naima’s earlier words about someone waiting for you in the corridor. When you looked, there had been no one there. A thought strikes you, and you ask, “Why did you leave earlier?”
Helios looks confused. “I wasn’t here earlier,” he replies, his expression earnest.
You pause, processing his response. If it wasn’t Helios, then who could it have been?
“I should get back to my duties,” he says, his uncertainty gradually giving way to a more composed demeanor.
You nod and Helios bows slightly, a sign of respect, before turning to leave the room.
Once you’re alone in your room, you think about Fadiya’s earlier words.
//“We are friends.”//
You recall how Fadiya protected you against Vincent’s words. For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
Perhaps, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
[[Continue|29-0]]“I understand your skepticism,” he admits, his voice steadying as he continues. “Words alone cannot erase the pain Vincent’s actions have caused. But I promise you that it will not happen again.”
“You are the Consort,” he continues, his voice still tinged with a touch of uncertainty, “You have a higher rank than me. You have every right to go anywhere in the palace, no matter how people feel. Don’t take his words to heart.”
Your curiosity grows as you sense an unspoken sentiment lurking beneath his words.
“So it’s true? You feel uncomfortable around me?”
Helios hesitates, choosing his words carefully as if walking on fragile ground. “It’s not your fault,” he says plainly, his eyes don’t meet yours.
There’s a sense of vulnerability in his confession, and it lingers as he takes a step back, putting more distance between you two.
As you observe him, you recall Naima’s earlier words about someone waiting for you in the corridor. When you looked, there had been no one there. A thought strikes you, and you ask, “Why did you leave earlier?”
Helios looks confused. “I wasn’t here earlier,” he replies, his expression earnest.
You pause, processing his response. If it wasn’t Helios, then who could it have been?
“I should get back to my duties,” he says, his uncertainty gradually giving way to a more composed demeanor.
You nod and Helios bows slightly, a sign of respect, before turning to leave the room.
Once you’re alone in your room, you think about Fadiya’s earlier words.
//“We are friends.”//
You recall how Fadiya protected you against Vincent’s words. For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
Perhaps, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
[[Continue|29-0]]<<set $gamechapter to "Side Story 1: 18th Birthday">><<fadein 5s>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Year 1451</div><<set $age to 18>>
Today, the weather is nice.
The sun stretches its golden fingers across the sky, casting a warm and inviting glow that envelops everything in a comforting embrace.
A soft breeze dances through the air, carrying with it the gentle caress of the season's blessings.
The melodious symphony of birds fills the atmosphere, their carefree chirps echoing like a joyous chorus in honor of the day.
Today, it is your birthday.
The memories of your past, filled with joyous celebrations and the laughter of family, collide with the haunting absence of those who once shared these moments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[The idea of celebrating your own existence feels strange and somewhat uncomfortable.|B1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The approaching birthday serves as a painful reminder of the past, a day you wish you could erase from memory.|B1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Surprisingly, you find solace in embracing your birthday. It’s a way to honor Alistair’s memory, a chance to celebrate not only your own life but his spirit as well.|B1-2]]</span><</fadein>><<set $bdaybad to "true">>You stand by the window, gazing out at the picturesque scene. While the world outside seems to revel in the beauty of the day, your heart carries a heavy burden.
The vibrant sunbeams that stream through the glass offer warmth, but they also cast long shadows that echo the emptiness you feel.
The idea of a birthday party, with love and laughter, seems incongruous with the somber reality that has become your life.
You still remember the first birthday you celebrated in Rosea. It was an unusual experience, celebrating without the familiar presence of your family.
The festivities, to be honest, lacked the exuberance you were used to. It was a quiet affair, marked by a subtle warmth that enveloped your chambers.
Lancelot and Hunter took it upon themselves to create a semblance of celebration. They baked a cake for you and ventured into the realm of Vesphirian cuisine, attempting to recreate dishes that held meaning to you.
It was a quiet, perhaps even understated, attempt to make you feel more at home in this unfamiliar kingdom.
Reflecting on it now, you can admit it was a kind gesture…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you were too hurt and angry to acknowledge it. You threw everything on the floor.|B2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and you were quite touched by it. The taste of food from home made you tear up.|B2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you felt lost, you found it hard to fully immerse yourself in the celebration despite their kindness.|B2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...and you felt a mix of emotions. Grateful for their effort, yet unable to shake off the bitterness that lingered due to the past.|B2-4]]</span><<set $bdaybad to "true">>You dread your birthday and wish you could forget it. Each passing year, as the calendar marches inexorably toward this date, a heavy cloud of foreboding settles over your heart.
You stand by the window, gazing out at the picturesque scene.
The vibrant sunbeams that stream through the glass offer warmth, but they also cast long shadows that echo how you feel.
The idea of a birthday party, with love and laughter, seems incongruous with the somber reality that has become your life.
You still remember the first birthday you celebrated in Rosea. It was an unusual experience, celebrating without the familiar presence of your family.
The festivities, to be honest, lacked the exuberance you were used to. It was a quiet affair, marked by a subtle warmth that enveloped your chambers. Lancelot and Hunter took it upon themselves to create a semblance of celebration. They baked a cake for you and ventured into the realm of Vesphirian cuisine, attempting to recreate dishes that held meaning to you.
It was a quiet, perhaps even understated, attempt to make you feel more at home in this unfamiliar kingdom.
Reflecting on it now, you can admit it was a kind gesture…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you were too hurt and angry to acknowledge it. You threw everything on the floor.|B2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and you were quite touched by it. The taste of food from home made you tear up.|B2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you felt lost, you found it hard to fully immerse yourself in the celebration despite their kindness.|B2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...and you felt a mix of emotions. Grateful for their effort, yet unable to shake off the bitterness that lingered due to the past.|B2-4]]</span>You stand by the window, gazing out at the picturesque scene.
As you watch the gentle sway of the trees and feel the warmth of the sun, you can't help but recall the countless birthdays you two shared.
While the memories of your family’s laughter and presence remain a cherished part of your past, Alistair’s memory holds a particularly important place in your heart.
On this day, you feel a profound connection to Alistair, as if he’s right there beside you, whispering in the wind. You can almost hear his voice teasing you, encouraging you to smile and find joy in the midst of your sorrow.
You still remember the first birthday you celebrated in Rosea. It was an unusual experience, celebrating without the familiar presence of your family.
The festivities, to be honest, lacked the exuberance you were used to. It was a quiet affair, marked by a subtle warmth that enveloped your chambers.
Lancelot and Hunter took it upon themselves to create a semblance of celebration. They baked a cake for you and ventured into the realm of Vesphirian cuisine, attempting to recreate dishes that held meaning to you.
It was a quiet, perhaps even understated, attempt to make you feel more at home in this unfamiliar kingdom.
Reflecting on it now, you can admit it was a kind gesture…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you were too hurt and angry to acknowledge it. You threw everything on the floor.|B2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and you were quite touched by it. The taste of food from home made you tear up.|B2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you felt lost, you found it hard to fully immerse yourself in the celebration despite their kindness.|B2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...and you felt a mix of emotions. Grateful for their effort, yet unable to shake off the bitterness that lingered due to the past.|B2-4]]</span>The aroma of the dishes, though not quite the same as those back home, carried a hint of familiarity that tugged at your heartstrings.
With each bite, the flavors, though not perfect, carried echoes of home. The cake was a tad too sweet, and the dishes lacked the exact nuances you remembered, but they held a comforting familiarity that felt like a long-lost hug.
Tears welled up in your eyes as the tastes and textures danced on your tongue, evoking a powerful sense of nostalgia.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there’s no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a witness that some adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> 💗Each bite seemed to carry a bittersweet taste, a reminder of the things you had lost.
Despite wanting to appreciate the efforts made on your behalf, you struggled to find the same joy you once felt during birthdays past. You were physically present but your mind wandered back to the memories of happier birthdays, surrounded by family, love, and laughter.
But those days were gone, replaced by the bleak reality of your life in Rosea.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there’s no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a witness that some adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> 💗The mere fact that Lancelot and Hunter had gone out of their way to create a semblance of normalcy on this otherwise painful day was not lost on you.
Gratitude warred with bitterness, affection with anger, and the present with the past. You couldn’t help but remember that it was this kingdom that robbed you of your family.
Their intentions were pure, and you appreciated their attempts to fill the void left by your family’s absence. But the scars that Luceris’ actions had left on your heart were still tender and raw, like wounds that had yet to fully heal.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there’s no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a witness that some adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> 💗The mere thought of celebrating your birthday in Rosea filled you with a seething anger that was hard to contain.
When Lancelot and Hunter presented you with that cake and those dishes, it was as if they were oblivious to the pain that still gnawed at your soul. Their well-intentioned gestures felt like a cruel mockery of the life you once had.
In a fit of rage and despair, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept their gifts. With trembling hands, you swept the table clear, sending the cake and plates crashing to the floor.
You couldn’t bear to indulge in such superficial kindness when the wounds of your past were still so fresh and raw.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
In spite of the outburst that marked your first birthday in Rosea, Lancelot and Hunter held onto their determination to commemorate this annual event. However, as time went on, their efforts transformed. The spread of dishes, once abundant, has now been simplified, possibly as a precaution against any accidents you might cause. As they grew more familiar with your preferred meals, they began striving to master them and exclusively serve your favorites.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there’s no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a witness that some adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> 💗You can’t help but notice the traces of flour still clinging to her skin, and you can’t resist the urge to gently brush your thumb against her cheek, causing her laughter lines to crinkle at the corners of her eyes.
Fadiya’s reaction to your touch was a squint, a momentary pause as her skin responded to the tender contact. “Do I have something on my face?” she inquires, her voice a sweet melody.
“Flour,” you reply, showing her the powdery evidence now on your fingers.
“Oh, right.” she dusts off her face and then her hair. “I was doing something. In preparation for the very special thing I have planned for today.”
Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of mischief have you been up to now?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” She adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she’s been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you've taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>Fadiya, undeterred by her tardiness, flashes a mischievous grin in response, “Well, I had to prepare something special for you, Your Majesty. It’s not every day one turns eighteen, after all.”
“Well, I suppose I can forgive you this time,” you say, playing along. “But what’s this special something you’ve prepared?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” She adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she’s been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you've taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>Fadiya’s laughter, warm and familiar, fills the air as she playfully swats your arm. “Never! I’ve been planning something special all day.”
Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of mischief have you been up to now?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” she adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she’s been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you’ve taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>Fadiya’s smile widens, and her eyes sparkle as she replies, “I missed you too.”
As she stands there before you, flour smudges on her cheeks, you can’t help but notice how her laughter lines crinkle at the corners of her eyes. It is a small detail, but one that makes your heart flutter just a bit faster.
Fadiya says, her tone genuine as she brushes a strand of hair from her face. “I was doing something. In preparation for the very special thing I have planned for today.”
Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of mischief have you been up to now?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” She adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she’s been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you’ve taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>“Well, yes.” she bites her lip, “When people talk about it, they only talk about what brought you here. The bad parts. But your life was more than just what happened to you, you’re more than that.”
It’s true; your past was more than just the tragedy that brought you to Rosea. Memories of Vesphire begin to resurface, and you find yourself willing to share a glimpse of your life before that fateful day.
“What do you want to know?” you ask.
Fadiya leans forward, her eyes eager and full of curiosity. “Everything, if you’re willing to share. What is Vesphire like? What were your favorite memories, the places you used to go, the people you knew?”
It’s been a long time since you have spoken of those memories. To be fair, it has been a long time since anyone has shown interest.
“Vesphire,” you begin, your voice tinged with nostalgia, “From what I remember, it is quite different from Rosea. The first thing that strikes you about it is the cold. The snow covers everything but it’s beautiful, like something out of a dream.”
Fadiya listens intently, her eyes never leaving your face as you continue.
“My favorite memories are with my brother. We were inseparable, like two sides of one coin. We did everything together, we used to play in the snow a lot...”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you recall those moments, “He had this infectious smile that could brighten up even the worst nights.” You pause, your smile fading slightly, “But then… he was taken from me.”
Fadiya’s expression softens, understanding the weight of your words, “It must’ve been hard, I apologize.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You share one more memory. The tree in the gardens.|B5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[That is enough recalling for today.|B5-2]]</span>Fadiya leans forward, her eyes eager and full of curiosity. “Everything, if you’re willing to share. What is Vesphire like? What were your favorite memories, the places you used to go, the people you knew?”
It’s been a long time since you have spoken of those memories. To be fair, it has been a long time since anyone has shown interest.
“Vesphire,” you begin, your voice tinged with nostalgia, “From what I remember, it is quite different from Rosea. The first thing that strikes you about it is the cold. The snow covers everything but it’s beautiful, like something out of a dream.”
Fadiya listens intently, her eyes never leaving your face as you continue.
“My favorite memories are with my brother. We were inseparable, like two sides of one coin. We did everything together, we used to play in the snow a lot...”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you recall those moments, “He had this infectious smile that could brighten up even the worst nights.” You pause, your smile fading slightly, “But then… he was taken from me.”
Fadiya’s expression softens, understanding the weight of your words, “It must’ve been hard, I apologize.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You share one more memory. The tree in the gardens.|B5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[That is enough recalling for today.|B5-2]]</span>You nod, appreciating her support, and decide to share one more memory.
“There was this tree in the garden, not quite at the center but a bit further in. Alistair and I adored that spot; it’s where we spent countless hours playing.”
Fadiya’s eyes shimmer with the imagery you’ve painted, “It sounds nice.”
“It was,” you reply, a wistful tone in your voice. “In my nightmares… I always see it burning. I hope it’s all right.”
Fadiya places a comforting hand on your shoulder, her voice gentle. “I’m sure it is untouched. And… someday, we can go see it.”
A small, yet genuine, smile graces your lips at Fadiya’s words. Her presence, her curiosity, and her willingness to listen have a way of making you feel at ease.
As the day unfolds and the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the palace, you find yourself looking forward to the mystery that Fadiya has prepared for your birthday. <<if $bdaybad is "true">>Despite your reservations about celebrating, her presence and genuine care have already made this day feel different from the rest.<</if>>
Currently, you’re alone in your chambers, as Fadiya has left to bring you your surprise.
Moments later, the door to your chambers gently swings open, and Fadiya steps inside, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She is carrying a bundle of cloth carefully wrapped in a delicate silk scarf, the colors reminiscent of Vesphire’s flag.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty,” she says with a warm smile, offering you the bundled gift.
You reach out to accept it, your curiosity piqued. The fabric feels smooth and rich beneath your touch, and as you begin to unwrap it, the deep reds and golds of the Vesphirian style clothing start to reveal themselves.
“These are for me?” You ask, genuinely surprised by Fadiya’s thoughtfulness.
Fadiya nods enthusiastically, “Yes, I thought it might be a nice way to honor your heritage. I know you’ve missed your homeland, and I wanted to bring a piece of it to you.”
You unfold the clothing, revealing a finely crafted outfit. It is quite extravagant, this isn’t something people wear on a daily basis.
“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, touched by the gesture. “Thank you, Fadiya. I don’t know how you managed to find something like this.”
Fadiya grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Well, I had help.”
You hold up the outfit, admiring it once more. “I can’t wait to wear this.”
“Tonight, then,” Fadiya says, excitement in her voice. “After all, I did get it so you could wear it tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “It’s a bit too much for dinner.”|B6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “For dinner?”|B6-2]]</span>As the day unfolds and the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the palace, you find yourself looking forward to the mystery that Fadiya has prepared for your birthday. <<if $bdaybad is "true">>Despite your reservations about celebrating, her presence and genuine care have already made this day feel different from the rest.<</if>>
Currently, you’re alone in your chambers, as Fadiya has left to bring you your surprise.
Moments later, the door to your chambers gently swings open, and Fadiya steps inside, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She is carrying a bundle of cloth carefully wrapped in a delicate silk scarf, the colors reminiscent of Vesphire’s flag.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty,” she says with a warm smile, offering you the bundled gift.
You reach out to accept it, your curiosity piqued. The fabric feels smooth and rich beneath your touch, and as you begin to unwrap it, the deep reds and golds of the Vesphirian style clothing start to reveal themselves.
“These are for me?” You ask, genuinely surprised by Fadiya’s thoughtfulness.
Fadiya nods enthusiastically. “Yes, I thought it might be a nice way to honor your heritage. I know you’ve missed your homeland, and I wanted to bring a piece of it to you.”
You unfold the clothing, revealing a finely crafted outfit. It is quite extravagant, this isn’t something people wear on a daily basis.
“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, touched by the gesture. “Thank you, Fadiya. I don’t know how you managed to find something like this.”
Fadiya grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Well, I had help.”
You hold up the outfit, admiring it once more. “I can’t wait to wear this.”
“Tonight, then,” Fadiya says, excitement in her voice. “After all, I did get it so you could wear it tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “It’s a bit too much for dinner.”|B6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “For dinner?”|B6-2]]</span>Fadiya chuckles, a hint of playful defiance in her tone. “Oh, it’s not just any dinner; It’s your birthday dinner.”
You quirk an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “So, it’s still just dinner.”
“Who ever decreed that we can’t wear fancy clothes for dinner?” She continues, “Besides, it’s a step up from your previous birthday dinners. This time, we’re taking it outdoors.”
“An outdoor dinner?”
Fadiya nods, her enthusiasm uncontainable as she strives to win you over. “Well... more of a picnic, really. But picnics are utterly delightful, don’t you think?”
You turn back to Fadiya with a hint of skepticism. “A nighttime picnic? I mean, it does sound different. What’s your grand plan then?”
“I can’t tell you that yet!”<<if $bdaybad is "true">>
Maybe this year, with everything Fadiya has prepared, you’ll find a way to embrace the joy of the day and create new, happy memories in Rosea.<</if>>
“All right, Fadiya,” you concede, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ll go along with your plan.”
Fadiya clasps her hands together, “Great! I’ll wait for you at the gardens. This palace’s gardens, not the main palace.”
As Fadiya heads out of your chambers with a cheerful bounce in her steps, you take a moment to appreciate the thought and effort she has put into making your birthday special.
After carefully placing the Vesphirian outfit aside, you decide to freshen up and make yourself presentable for the evening ahead. It’s a rare occasion to wear such extravagant clothing, and you want to honor Fadiya’s gesture by looking your best.
As you make your way towards the garden, the soft glow of lanterns lining the pathways guides your steps. The night is calm, and the air carries the fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Just as you approach the garden’s entrance, a pair of hands suddenly covers your eyes from behind, effectively blocking your view of the mesmerizing scenery.
You freeze in your tracks then you hear a familiar voice, laced with playful mischief, whisper in your ear, “Guess who?”
The hands covering your eyes feel strong and firm, undoubtedly belonging to someone you’re quite familiar with.
Hunter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You ask playfully, “A garden gnome?”|B7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You say plainly, “Definitely not Fadiya or your uncle.”|B7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Hunter.”|B7-3]]</span>Fadiya chuckles, a hint of playful defiance in her tone. “Oh, it’s not just any dinner; It’s your birthday dinner.”
You quirk an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “So, it’s still just dinner.”
“Who ever decreed that we can’t wear fancy clothes for dinner?” She continues, “Besides, it’s a step up from your previous birthday dinners. This time, we’re taking it outdoors.”
“An outdoor dinner?”
Fadiya nods, her enthusiasm uncontainable as she strives to win you over. “Well... more of a picnic, really. But picnics are utterly delightful, don’t you think?”
You turn back to Fadiya with a hint of skepticism. “A nighttime picnic? I mean, it does sound different. What’s your grand plan then?”
“I can’t tell you that yet!”<<if $bdaybad is "true">>
Maybe this year, with everything Fadiya has prepared, you’ll find a way to embrace the joy of the day and create new, happy memories in Rosea.<</if>>
“All , Fadiya,” you concede, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ll go along with your plan.”
Fadiya clasps her hands together, “Great! I’ll wait for you at the gardens. This palace’s gardens, not the main palace.”
As Fadiya heads out of your chambers with a cheerful bounce in her steps, you take a moment to appreciate the thought and effort she has put into making your birthday special.
After carefully placing the Vesphirian outfit aside, you decide to freshen up and make yourself presentable for the evening ahead. It’s a rare occasion to wear such extravagant clothing, and you want to honor Fadiya’s gesture by looking your best.
As you make your way towards the garden, the soft glow of lanterns lining the pathways guides your steps. The night is calm, and the air carries the fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Just as you approach the garden’s entrance, a pair of hands suddenly covers your eyes from behind, effectively blocking your view of the mesmerizing scenery.
You freeze in your tracks then you hear a familiar voice, laced with playful mischief, whisper in your ear, “Guess who?”
The hands covering your eyes feel strong and firm, undoubtedly belonging to someone you’re quite familiar with.
Hunter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You ask playfully, “A garden gnome?”|B7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You say plainly, “Definitely not Fadiya or your uncle.”|B7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Hunter.”|B7-3]]</span>Hunter laughs softly and releases $H_hisher hands from your eyes. As you turn to face $H_himher, you see a mischievous twinkle in $H_hisher eyes, illuminated by the lanterns’ soft glow.
$H_HeShe grins and says, “You caught me, you’re no fun to surprise.”
“Well, you’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, $H_hisher smile growing wider, “I’ll keep that in mind for the next occasion.”
Hunter’s eyes drop down to your outfit, and $H_hisher expression changes to one of genuine admiration. “You look really nice,” $H_heshe compliments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.”|B8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You playfully tilt your head, “Merely nice?”|B8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel your heart beat a little faster, “You think so?”|B8-3]]</span> 💗Hunter bursts into laughter, $H_hisher grip on your eyes loosening slightly. “Nice try, but not quite. One more guess.”
With a playful gleam in your eye, you decide to tease $H_himher bit. “Could it be the mischievous spirit of this garden?”
Hunter’s laughter fills the night air, and $H_heshe finally removes $H_hisher hands from your eyes. As you turn to face $H_himher, you’re met with $H_hisher warm, amused gaze. $H_HisHer midnight-blue eyes hold a hint of mischief that matches $H_hisher earlier antics.
“It seems you’ve caught on, Your Majesty,” $H_heshe says with a wink.
“Well, you’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, $H_hisher smile growing wider, “I’ll keep that in mind for the next occasion.”
Hunter’s eyes drop down to your outfit, and $H_hisher expression changes to one of genuine admiration. “You look really nice,” $H_heshe compliments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.”|B8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You playfully tilt your head, “Merely nice?”|B8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel your heart beat a little faster, “You think so?”|B8-3]]</span> 💗$H_HeShe decides to play along, keeping $H_hisher voice light as $H_heshe responds, “Hmm, not Fadiya or my uncle, you say? That narrows it down a bit.”
“I know it’s you Hunter.”
Hunter releases $H_hisher hands from your eyes. As you turn to face $H_himher, you see a mischievous twinkle in $H_hisher eyes, illuminated by the lanterns’ soft glow.
$H_HeShe grins and says, “You caught me, you’re no fun to surprise.”
“Well, you’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, $H_hisher smile growing wider, “I’ll keep that in mind for the next occasion.”
Hunter’s eyes drop down to your outfit, and $H_hisher expression changes to one of genuine admiration. “You look really nice,” $H_heshe compliments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.”|B8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You playfully tilt your head, “Merely nice?”|B8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel your heart beat a little faster, “You think so?”|B8-3]]</span> 💗“Of course.”
As the two of you stand there, you notice a small bouquet of flowers in $H_hisher hand. The delicate blooms match the colors of your outfit, and their fragrance fills the air with a sweet scent.
Hunter extends the bouquet towards you. “I brought these for you, as well. A little something to brighten your evening.”
You accept the flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric of your clothing. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Hunter’s smile softens, and $H_heshe nods. “You deserve all the thoughtful gestures today, especially on your birthday.”
The moment feels significant, given how little you and Hunter have interacted over the past few years. Time and distance seemed to have stretched between you, making this gesture even more unexpected.
Somewhere between the years, there seems to have been a shift in Hunter’s personality that you can’t quite put your finger on. Despite the long period of minimal contact, Hunter treats you just as warmly as when you first met.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It feels a bit jarring that Hunter can treat you so warmly despite the distance.|B-8-01]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you happy that Hunter still cares so much for you despite the distance.|B-8-02]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how you feel about the way Hunter treats you, you don’t even know how to deal with it.|B-8-03]]</span>Hunter laughs again, clearly enjoying the banter. “All right, all right, you look absolutely amazing. Happy now?”
You smile in response, “Much better. Thank you, Hunter.”
As the two of you stand there, you notice a small bouquet of flowers in $H_hisher hand. The delicate blooms match the colors of your outfit, and their fragrance fills the air with a sweet scent.
Hunter extends the bouquet towards you. “I brought these for you, as well. A little something to brighten your evening.”
You accept the flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric of your clothing. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Hunter’s smile softens, and $H_heshe nods. “You deserve all the thoughtful gestures today, especially on your birthday.”
The moment feels significant, given how little you and Hunter have interacted over the past few years. Time and distance seemed to have stretched between you, making this gesture even more unexpected.
Somewhere between the years, there seems to have been a shift in Hunter’s personality that you can’t quite put your finger on. Despite the long period of minimal contact, Hunter treats you just as warmly as when you first met.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It feels a bit jarring that Hunter can treat you so warmly despite the distance.|B-8-01]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you happy that Hunter still cares so much for you despite the distance.|B-8-02]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how you feel about the way Hunter treats you, you don’t even know how to deal with it.|B-8-03]]</span>Your heart flutters ever so slightly under their gaze. “You think so?”
$H_HisHer nod is accompanied by a brief pause, “Absolutely.”
As the two of you stand there, you notice a small bouquet of flowers in $H_hisher hand. The delicate blooms match the colors of your outfit, and their fragrance fills the air with a sweet scent.
Hunter extends the bouquet towards you, and their fingers brush against yours as you accept it. “I brought these for you, as well. A little something to brighten your evening.”
You hold the flowers close, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric of your clothing. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Hunter’s smile softens, and $H_heshe nods. “You deserve all the thoughtful gestures today, especially on your birthday.”
The moment feels significant, given how little you and Hunter have interacted over the past few years. Time and distance seemed to have stretched between you, making this gesture even more unexpected.
Somewhere between the years, there seems to have been a shift in Hunter’s personality that you can’t quite put your finger on. Despite the long period of minimal contact, Hunter treats you just as warmly as when you first met.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It feels a bit jarring that Hunter can treat you so warmly despite the distance.|B-8-01]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you happy that Hunter still cares so much for you despite the distance.|B-8-02]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how you feel about the way Hunter treats you, you don’t even know how to deal with it.|B-8-03]]</span>You can’t help but be amazed by the enchanting garden she has created for your birthday celebration.
Hunter chuckles at your awestruck expression, “I take it that you like it?”
“This is beyond incredible.” You finally manage to find your words as you approach Fadiya with Hunter by your side.
“I’m so glad you like it! Hunter helped me set everything up, and we wanted to make this evening truly special for you.”
Fadiya gestures to the table filled with delectable dishes. “You should sit down, we prepared some of your favorite foods! But most importantly,” She reaches into her bag that was laying on the floor. “Wine!”
“Wine? You do know you’re not quite old enough for that, don't you?” Hunter furrows $H_hisher eyebrows and steps closer to Fadiya, attempting to take it away.
She clutches the bottle protectively, “I am seventeen, Hunter, practically an adult. Everyone my age has had a twenty sips or so.”
“And I am twenty-two, so that makes me the responsible one here. You’re not touching this, young lady.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Hunter’s age superiority but gives $H_himher the bottle, “Gods, you’re old.”
Hunter laughs and takes the bottle from Fadiya, inspecting it briefly before setting it aside, “I’ll hold onto this for now.”
With that matter settled, you all take your seats on the blanket under the trees. The night is serene, and the gentle rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop to your gathering.
Fadiya hands you a plate piled high with your favorite Vesphirian delicacies, each dish carefully prepared with love and attention, “Here you go!”
As you enjoy the meal, Hunter keeps a watchful eye on the bottle of wine, ensuring it doesn't mysteriously disappear.
Fadiya stares into her glass that is filled with juice instead of the wine, she makes a frustrated sound, “I can’t believe you won’t let me drink. Even mama isn’t this strict.”
“Well, I’m not your mama, am I?”
Fadiya pouts, but her disappointment is short-lived as she joins in the feast, taking bites of the dishes with gusto. “Fine, I’ll survive without the wine.”
The atmosphere becomes livelier as you all chat and share stories under the canopy of trees. The night sky is clear, adorned with countless stars that twinkle like distant lanterns.
Fadiya’s boundless energy seems endless as she recounts her adventures in Rosea, from her mishaps in the laboratory to her humorous encounters with the palace staff. Hunter listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and insights.
As the meal progresses, Fadiya’s eyelids begin to droop, and her speech becomes slower and less coherent. Her head nods, and she nearly spills her glass of juice.
Hunter smiles, gently taking the glass from Fadiya’s hand. “Looks like someone worked really hard today, huh?”
Fadiya protests, her words slurred, “I’m... not sleepy. I can... I can still... talk…”
Hunter helps Fadiya settle comfortably on the blanket, propping up a cushion for her to rest her head. “Right, Right. Rest your eyes for a moment, we’ll wake you up soon.”
Fadiya mumbles something incoherent in response, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and the weariness of the day finally overtakes her.
Hunter chuckles softly, looking at Fadiya’s peaceful expression. “She’s going to be out like a light.” $H_HeShe reaches for the wine bottle, “Now we can drink.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You laugh, “Seriously?” but you pick up your glass for the wine.|B10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you, but I’ll drink.”|B10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “You can have the entire bottle.”|B10-3]]</span>You can’t help but be amazed by the enchanting garden she has created for your birthday celebration.
“Woah.” It escapes you before you can make a complete sentence to show your amazement.
Hunter chuckles at your awestruck expression, “I take it that you like it?”
“This is beyond incredible!” You finally manage to find your words as you approach Fadiya with Hunter by your side.
“I’m so glad you like it! Hunter helped me set everything up, and we wanted to make this evening really special for you.”
Fadiya gestures to the table filled with delectable dishes, “You should sit down, we prepared some of your favorite foods! But most importantly,” she reaches into her bag that was laying on the floor. “Wine!”
“Wine? You do know you’re not quite old enough for that, don’t you?” Hunter furrows $H_hisher eyebrows and steps closer to Fadiya, attempting to take it away.
She clutches the bottle protectively, “I am seventeen, Hunter, practically an adult. Everyone my age has had twenty sips or so.”
“And I am twenty-two, so that makes me the responsible one here. You’re not touching this, young lady.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Hunter’s age superiority but gives $H_himher the bottle, “Gods, you’re old.”
Hunter laughs and takes the bottle from Fadiya, inspecting it briefly before setting it aside, “I’ll hold onto this for now.”
With that matter settled, you all take your seats on the blanket under the trees. The night is serene, and the gentle rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop to your gathering.
Fadiya hands you a plate piled high with your favorite Vesphirian delicacies, each dish carefully prepared with love and attention, “Here you go!”
As you enjoy the meal, Hunter keeps a watchful eye on the bottle of wine, ensuring it doesn't mysteriously disappear.
Fadiya stares into her glass that is filled with juice instead of the wine, she makes a frustrated sound, “I can’t believe you won’t let me drink. Even mama isn’t this strict.”
“Well, I’m not your mama, am I?”
Fadiya pouts, but her disappointment is short-lived as she joins in the feast, taking bites of the dishes with gusto. “Fine, I’ll survive without the wine.”
The atmosphere becomes livelier as you all chat and share stories under the canopy of trees. The night sky is clear, adorned with countless stars that twinkle like distant lanterns.
Fadiya’s boundless energy seems endless as she recounts her adventures in Rosea, from her mishaps in the laboratory to her humorous encounters with the palace staff. Hunter listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and insights.
As the meal progresses, Fadiya’s eyelids begin to droop, and her speech becomes slower and less coherent. Her head nods, and she nearly spills her glass of juice.
Hunter smiles, gently taking the glass from Fadiya’s hand. “Looks like someone worked really hard today, huh?”
Fadiya protests, her words slurred, “I’m... not sleepy. I can... I can still... talk…”
Hunter helps Fadiya settle comfortably on the blanket, propping up a cushion for her to rest her head. “Right, Right. Rest your eyes for a moment, we’ll wake you up soon.”
Fadiya mumbles something incoherent in response, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and the weariness of the day finally overtakes her.
Hunter chuckles softly, looking at Fadiya’s peaceful expression. “She’s going to be out like a light.” $H_HeShe reaches for the wine bottle, “Now we can drink.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You laugh, “Seriously?” But you pick up your glass for the wine.|B10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you, but I’ll drink.”|B10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “You can have the entire bottle.”|B10-3]]</span>“Well,” Fadiya begins, “Hunter set up everything while we were together, but I’ve been planning this for months. It’s been my little secret project.”
“This is incredible, Fadiya. I can’t believe you did all of this,” you say as you look around.
“I’m so glad you like it! We wanted to make this evening really special for you.”
Fadiya gestures to the table filled with delectable dishes. “You should sit down, we prepared some of your favorite foods! But most importantly,” She reaches into her bag that was laying on the floor. “Wine!”
“Wine? You do know you’re not quite old enough for that, don't you?” Hunter furrows $H_hisher eyebrows and steps closer to Fadiya, attempting to take it away.
She clutches the bottle protectively, “I am seventeen, Hunter, practically an adult. Everyone my age has had a twenty sips or so.”
“And I am twenty-two, so that makes me the responsible one here. You’re not touching this, young lady.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Hunter’s age superiority but gives $H_himher the bottle, “Gods, you’re old.”
Hunter laughs and takes the bottle from Fadiya, inspecting it briefly before setting it aside, “I’ll hold onto this for now.”
With that matter settled, you all take your seats on the blanket under the trees. The night is serene, and the gentle rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop to your gathering.
Fadiya hands you a plate piled high with your favorite Vesphirian delicacies, each dish carefully prepared with love and attention. “Here you go!”
As you enjoy the meal, Hunter keeps a watchful eye on the bottle of wine, ensuring it doesn't mysteriously disappear.
Fadiya stares into her glass that is filled with juice instead of the wine, she makes a frustrated sound, “I can’t believe you won’t let me drink. Even mama isn’t this strict.”
“Well, I’m not your mama, am I?”
Fadiya pouts, but her disappointment is short-lived as she joins in the feast, taking bites of the dishes with gusto. “Fine, I’ll survive without the wine.”
The atmosphere becomes livelier as you all chat and share stories under the canopy of trees. The night sky is clear, adorned with countless stars that twinkle like distant lanterns.
Fadiya’s boundless energy seems endless as she recounts her adventures in Rosea, from her mishaps in the laboratory to her humorous encounters with the palace staff. Hunter listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and insights.
As the meal progresses, Fadiya’s eyelids begin to droop, and her speech becomes slower and less coherent. Her head nods, and she nearly spills her glass of juice.
Hunter smiles, gently taking the glass from Fadiya’s hand, “Looks like someone worked really hard today, huh?”
Fadiya protests, her words slurred, “I’m... not sleepy. I can... I can still... talk…”
Hunter helps Fadiya settle comfortably on the blanket, propping up a cushion for her to rest her head. “Right, Right. Rest your eyes for a moment, we’ll wake you up soon.”
Fadiya mumbles something incoherent in response, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and the weariness of the day finally overtakes her.
Hunter chuckles softly, looking at Fadiya’s peaceful expression. “She’s going to be out like a light.” $H_HeShe reaches for the wine bottle, “Now we can drink.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You laugh, “Seriously?” but you pick up your glass for the wine.|B10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you, but I’ll drink.”|B10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “You can have the entire bottle.”|B10-3]]</span>Hunter pours a generous amount of wine into your glass and $H_hisher own, raising it in a silent toast before taking a sip.
The rich, velvety taste of the wine dances on your palate, and for a moment, you savor the flavor in the tranquil night.
Hunter leans back against a cushion, gazing up at the starry sky, “Helios is planning on going to Vesphire for some official matters.”
You take another sip of wine, savoring the moment as the conversation takes a more serious turn. The night air feels slightly cooler, and the rustling leaves seem to listen attentively to Hunter's words.
“Vesphire?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued, “What kind of official matters?”
Hunter shifts $H_hisher gaze from the stars to you, $H_hisher expression thoughtful, “Things aren’t easy there at the moment, they want to figure out how to make things easier for the people living there.”
$H_HeShe continues, “He’ll be gone for a while which means I will be too.”
“Are you leaving soon?” you question.
“In a few months,” $H_HeShe replies. “I might not be here for your next birthday,” $H_heshe laughs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.”|B11-1]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll miss you while you’re not here.”|B11-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope it all goes well.”|B11-3]]</span>Hunter pours a generous amount of wine into your glass and $H_hisher own, raising it in a silent toast before taking a sip.
The rich, velvety taste of the wine dances on your palate, and for a moment, you savor the flavor in the tranquil night.
Hunter leans back against a cushion, gazing up at the starry sky, “Helios is planning on going to Vesphire for some official matters.”
You take another sip of wine, savoring the moment as the conversation takes a more serious turn. The night air feels slightly cooler, and the rustling leaves seem to listen attentively to Hunter's words.
“Vesphire?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of official matters?”
Hunter shifts $H_hisher gaze from the stars to you, $H_hisher expression thoughtful, “Things aren’t easy there at the moment, they want to figure out how to make things easier for the people living there.”
$H_HeShe continues, “He’ll be gone for a while which means I will be too.”
“Are you leaving soon?” you question.
“In a few months,” $H_HeShe replies. “I might not be here for your next birthday,” $H_heshe laughs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.”|B11-1]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll miss you while you’re not here.”|B11-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope it all goes well.”|B11-3]]</span>Hunter shrugs and pours a generous amount of wine into $H_hisher glass, raising it in a silent toast before taking a sip.
Hunter leans back against a cushion, gazing up at the starry sky. “Helios is planning on going to Vesphire for some official matters.”
The night air feels slightly cooler, and the rustling leaves seem to listen attentively to Hunter's words.
“Vesphire?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of official matters?”
Hunter shifts $H_hisher gaze from the stars to you, $H_hisher expression thoughtful. “Things aren’t easy there at the moment, they want to figure out how to make things easier for the people living there.”
$H_HeShe continues, “He’ll be gone for a while which means I will be too.”
“Are you leaving soon?” you question.
“In a few months,” $H_HeShe replies. “I might not be here for your next birthday,” $H_heshe laughs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.”|B11-1]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll miss you while you’re not here.”|B11-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope it all goes well.”|B11-3]]</span>“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.” you say, your gaze lingering on Hunter for a moment longer than necessary.
Hunter raises $H_hisher glass with a grin, “I'll cherish every moment with you, my friend.”
Hunter continues, “Actually I did something.”
“What?”
$H_HeShe nods, a hint of mystery in $H_hisher gaze, “Do you know how to dance?”
Surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, you can’t help but wonder why $H_heshe was asking about your dancing skills. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” $H_heshe begins, $H_hisher voice trailing off before $H_heshe continues, “Since it is your birthday, and I know that in Vesphire, you would’ve had a grand ball, and you would have danced... I thought maybe you’d like to dance?”
The end of $H_hisher sentence hangs in the air like a delicate note of uncertainty, $H_hisher words carrying both a question and an offering.
“Wait, you learned how to dance for me?” you ask.
“I know it’s not the same as a Vesphirian ball, but I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s all right if you don’t want to, I didn’t spend a lot of time practising.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to but I want to lead.”|B12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to, you can lead.”|B12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to dance but thank you.”|B12-3]]</span>“I’ll miss you too,” $H_heshe says, $H_hisher voice soft and reassuring. “But don’t worry, time will pass quickly.”
Hunter continues, “Actually I did something.”
“What?”
$H_HeShe nods, a hint of mystery in $H_hisher gaze, “Do you know how to dance?”
Surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, you can’t help but wonder why $H_heshe was asking about your dancing skills. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” $H_heshe begins, $H_hisher voice trailing off before $H_heshe continues, “since it is your birthday, and I know that in Vesphire, you would’ve had a grand ball, and you would have danced... I thought maybe you’d like to dance?”
The end of $H_hisher sentence hangs in the air like a delicate note of uncertainty, $H_hisher words carrying both a question and an offering.
“Wait, you learned how to dance for me?” you ask.
“I know it's not the same as a Vesphirian ball, but I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s all if you don’t want to, I didn’t spend a lot of time practising.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to but I want to lead.”|B12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to, you can lead.”|B12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to dance but thank you.”|B12-3]]</span>Hunter smiles at you, “I hope so too.”
Hunter continues, “Actually I did something.”
“What?”
$H_HeShe nods, a hint of mystery in $H_hisher gaze, “Do you know how to dance?”
Surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, you can’t help but wonder why $H_heshe was asking about your dancing skills. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” $H_heshe begins, $H_hisher voice trailing off before $H_heshe continues, “Since it is your birthday, and I know that in Vesphire, you would’ve had a grand ball, and you would have danced... I thought maybe you’d like to dance?”
The end of $H_hisher sentence hangs in the air like a delicate note of uncertainty, $H_hisher words carrying both a question and an offering.
“Wait, you learned how to dance for me?” you ask.
“I know it's not the same as a Vesphirian ball, but I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s all right if you don’t want to, I didn’t spend a lot of time practising.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to but I want to lead.”|B12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to, you can lead.”|B12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to dance but thank you.”|B12-3]]</span>$H_hisher eyes light up, and $H_heshe extends a hand toward you, $H_hisher fingers inviting you to join $H_himher. As you take $H_hisher hand and rise to your feet, the two of you move to a clear area of the garden, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the trees.
There’s no music but the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze seems to create a natural rhythm. Hunter stands in a relaxed stance, $H_hisher hand resting gently on your shoulder, as $H_hisher other hand holds yours.
You take the lead in the dance, guiding Hunter with graceful steps. Your movements are fluid and elegant, indication of the Vesphirian dances you grew up with.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“For someone who didn’t practice much, you’re doing quite well.”|B13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for learning this dance for me. It means a lot.”|B13-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re not too bad at this, Hunter. Did you trip over your own feet during practice?”|B13-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When you return from Vesphire, will you dance with me again?”|B13-4]]</span> 💗Hunter smiles, “That's perfectly fine. Your happiness is what matters most to me.”
You continue to chat and enjoy the time together, sharing stories and memories of the past year in Rosea.
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help, “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” She asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“All right, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>$H_hisher eyes light up, and $H_heshe extends a hand toward you, $H_hisher fingers inviting you to join $H_himher. As you take $H_hisher hand and rise to your feet, the two of you move to a clear area of the garden, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the trees.
There’s no music but the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze seems to create a natural rhythm. Hunter stands in a relaxed stance, $H_hisher hand resting gently on your upper back, as $H_hisher other hand holds yours.
Hunter, despite $H_hisher admission of limited practice, seems surprisingly confident as $H_heshe takes the lead. $H_HeShe guides you through the steps with a grace that you didn’t expect, considering $H_hisher earlier humility.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“For someone who didn’t practice much, you’re doing quite well.”|B13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for learning this dance for me. It means a lot.”|B13-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re not too bad at this, Hunter. Did you trip over your own feet during practice?”|B13-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When you return from Vesphire, will you dance with me again?”|B13-4]]</span> 💗Hunter smiles, $H_hisher eyes locked onto yours, “I learn fast.”
You both continue to dance, the night around you alive with the soft swishing of leaves and the twinkle of stars above.
“I have to admit, I’m glad we’re not in a grand ballroom right now. I would probably trip over my own feet.” $H_HeShe says.
“I can’t imagine you tripping over your own feet,” you reply, “You seem quite coordinated to me.”
Hunter shrugs, “Well, I can keep up with you, at least.”
As you sway around gracefully, you notice a mischievous glint in Hunter’s eyes. “You know, I have a confession to make.”
“Oh? What’s that?” you inquire, intrigued.
“I may have practiced a bit more than I let on,” Hunter admits with a grin. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself on your birthday.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help. “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” she asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“All right, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>“I must admit, it wasn’t easy learning these steps, but it’s worth it to see you smile on your birthday.”
You chuckle softly, your gaze meeting $H_hisher. “Well, I appreciate the effort, and you’re doing quite well for someone who didn’t have much time to practice.”
As you sway around gracefully, you notice a mischievous glint in Hunter’s eyes. “You know, I have a confession to make.”
“Oh? What’s that?” you inquire, intrigued.
“I may have practiced a bit more than I let on,” Hunter admits with a grin. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself on your birthday.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help, “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” She asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“All , now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>“I’ll admit, there might have been a few mishaps during practice, but I promise I didn’t break any furniture.”
“That’s good, I’m not sure what I would tell Fadiya if she woke up and saw everything here broken.”
“Well I may have practiced a bit more than I let on,” Hunter admits with a grin. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself on your birthday. So don’t worry, I won’t break anything.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help, “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” She asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“All right, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>$H_HeShe laughs in response to your question, the sound light and carefree.
“Of course, I’d love to dance with you again when I return,” Hunter replies, $H_hisher eyes meeting yours. “Maybe I’ll even surprise you with some new tricks I’ll pick up in Vesphire.”
You find yourself lost in Hunter’s eyes, the warm light of the lanterns reflecting in them like distant stars. $H_HisHer hand on your back feels reassuring, $H_hisher touch gentle yet firm as.
A soft smile graces your lips as you say, “I’ll be looking forward to those Vesphirian dancing tricks, Hunter.”
$H_HisHer response is a warm, genuine smile that lights up $H_hisher features. “I’ll make sure they’re worth the wait.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help, “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” She asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“All right, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>Hunter and you exchange amused glances as Fadiya drifts off to sleep once more, her words becoming more and more incomprehensible as drowsiness overtakes her.
With Fadiya settled in for the night, you and Hunter quietly exit the room, closing the door behind you.
“I’ll walk you back to your room.” $H_HeShe he offers with a friendly smile, $H_hisher steps matching yours as you make your way down the corridor.
Finally, you arrive at the door to your room. Pausing, you turn to face Hunter, "Goodnight, Hunter," you say softly, your voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the night.
“Goodnight,” Hunter replies.
With a final nod of acknowledgment, you enter your room.
As you step into your room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp welcomes you, casting a warm ambiance throughout the space.
But what truly catches your eye is the bouquet of white chrysanthemums adorning your side table.
Their petals gleam in the soft light, and their fragrance fills the room with a sweet, lingering scent typical of Vesphire. For a moment, your heart skips a beat as you consider the possibility that Hunter has surprised you once again with another thoughtful gesture.
However, a subtle frown crosses your face as you remember that Hunter already gave you a bouquet earlier in the night.
Nestled among the pristine flowers, you notice a small, folded piece of paper. It piques your curiosity, you carefully retrieve the note and unfold it.
The handwriting is elegant, with a flourish that hints at a practiced hand.
It reads: Happy Birthday.
[[Continue|CMG3]]<<if visited("51-B")>><<set $gamechapter to "Side Story 1: A Birthday Ball">><<elseif visited("53-1")>><<set $gamechapter to "Side Story 1: 18th Birthday">><<elseif visited("53-2")>><<set $gamechapter to "Side Story 1: A Birthday Ball">><<elseif visited("48-2")>><<elseif visited("48-3")>><</if>><<fadein 5s>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Year 1452</div><<set $age to 19>>
All that meets your gaze at this moment are trees—endless rows of them, swaying gently in the breeze.
You find yourself seated in a carriage en route to a grand event, none other than a quintessential Vesphirian ball.
Luceris, not one to shy away from expressing his discomfort, grumbles, “This attire is dreadfully stifling.”
It marks a departure from his usual attire, which leans towards Rosea’s relaxed and breathable clothing. Instead, he’s clad in true Vesphirian fashion—a dark blue ensemble that clings to his form to his dismay, emphasizing his golden-brown skin and sharply contrasting with his hair. The fabric shimmers in the fading sunlight, giving him an air of elegance despite his visible discomfort.
By his side, Lancelot occupies the adjacent seat, also gazing out of the carriage window.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You roll your eyes, “You’re dreadfully stifling.”|C1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Perhaps we should go back and not go to this ball,” you grumble.|C1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “How about you jump out of this carriage and be free of your discomfort and life itself?”|C1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You remain quiet and let him complain to the air.|C1-4]]</span><</fadein>><<set $E_they to $E_they.toLowerCase(), $E_They to $E_they.toUpperFirst()>><<set $E_their to $E_their.toLowerCase(), $E_Their to $E_their.toUpperFirst()>><<set $E_them to $E_them.toLowerCase(), $E_Them to $E_them.toUpperFirst()>><<set $E_theirs to $E_theirs.toLowerCase(), $E_Theirs to $E_theirs.toUpperFirst()>>“It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty,” $E_name says, directing a bright and eager smile toward Luceris, $E_their voice rich with enthusiasm.
However, when $E_their gaze shifts back to you, there’s a subtle change in demeanor.
$E_Their eyes, a striking shade of azure, briefly meet yours before darting away, the subtlest hint of a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. It’s a look you’ve seen before, a look that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.
Luceris acknowledges the greeting with a nod, his expression unreadable. Yet, you can feel his disapproval.
“Lord Falk.” You hear Luceris begin, his tone deceptively light, “Where is your eldest child? I was under the impression he would be present for such a significant event.”
Lord Falk’s face falters for a moment before he regains his composure. “Ah, my son. He is still in Vesphire, Your Majesty. He chose to stay back and oversee matters there, as he is still grieving the loss of his betrothed. It has been a difficult time for him.”
Luceris raises an eyebrow, a slight smile curling his lips, “Your son is grieving, and yet you find the time to throw a grand ball?”
The words hang in the air, a mixture of veiled challenge and mockery. Lord Falk’s eyes flicker with a mix of indignation and embarrassment, but he quickly masks it with a forced smile.
“One must maintain the appearances of strength and stability, even in times of personal sorrow, Your Majesty,” he replies, though his voice lacks conviction.
Luceris nods, “Of course, Lord Falk. Stability is most important.”
As Luceris turns away from Lord Falk, he catches your eye, a hint of mischief twinkling in his gaze.
In the background, the strains of music swell as the ballroom’s occupants resume their revelry. $E_name’s attention quickly shifts, $E_their eyes searching the room for someone. And then, $E_they spot him—Helios.
<span class="choice-normal">[["You decide to approach Helios first, just to mess with " + $E_name + "."|C2-2][$spite to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to approach Helios, it has been a while since you’ve last spoken.|C2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, you stay where you are.|C2-2]]</span>Despite your intentions, Helios is the one that approaches the group.
You’re struck by the elegance of his presence. He stands out in the crowd with his distinctive white hair and golden-brown skin, reminiscent of Luceris. A small, genuine smile graces his face, a warmth that lingers despite everything.
“Father,” Helios greets, his voice carrying a blend of respect and affection.
Luceris’ demeanor brightens as soon as he sees his son, he contains himself and greets him briefly, “Helios, it’s good to see you.”
“Your Majesty,” he greets you with a polite nod, followed by a graceful bow that carries a hint of respect and a touch of formality.
“Helios,” you respond, acknowledging him with a nod. Then, you turn your attention to Hunter who stands behind him and nod at $H_himher.
Helios surveys the group, his gaze settling on $E_name, who had been waiting with barely concealed impatience. He nods at $E_them and you see $E_name’s smile widens.
The grand ballroom swirls with activity, the echoes of conversation and music weaving a blend of merriment. Couples twirl gracefully on the dance floor, their gowns and suits a riot of colors.
Luceris claps his hands together with a flourish, “Well, it seems the night is just beginning. Enjoy the ball, all of you. Make the most of this evening.”
Hunter and Helios exchange a glance, then slowly start walking together back into the crowd, their movements synchronized as if they’ve done this countless times before. $E_name takes a step to follow, but Luceris’ voice stops them.
“Oh no, not you,” Luceris says with a cheerful tone that barely masks his true intent. “Tell me more about yourself, especially since it’s your day.”
$E_name hesitates, $E_their smile faltering for a moment before $E_they recover, “Of course, Your Majesty. It would be an honor.”
Luceris’ eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction, knowing he has successfully kept $E_name from Helios.
His gaze then shifts to you, “Why aren’t you going?” Luceris asks, his voice light but commanding. “Go.”
Realizing there’s no room for argument, you nod and move to join the others, leaving Luceris, Falk, and $E_name behind. As you walk away, you can hear Luceris engaging $E_name in conversation, his voice filled with feigned interest.
You see that both Helios and Hunter waited for you. Hunter motions toward a quieter enclave in the room, a place where the three of you can converse without having to raise your voices over the clamor.
“It is good to see you again,” Hunter remarks, $H_hisher voice soft and sincere. “How have things been at the palace?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You say sarcastically, “Oh, you know, I’ve been plotting and scheming.”|C3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shrug, “Same as always.”|C3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at Hunter, “It’s not as good without you.”|C3-3]]</span>Helios nods, his gaze briefly flickering to the shimmering chandeliers overhead. “I can imagine,” he says softly, as if acknowledging the weight of unspoken burdens that accompany your roles.
“Where’s Fadiya? I thought she would be joining us tonight.” Helios inquires, casting a curious glance around the room.
“She didn’t feel too well so she couldn’t come.”
Helios’ expression momentarily darkens with concern at the mention of Fadiya’s absence. “I hope she’s not seriously ill. Please convey my wishes for her speedy recovery.”
You nod and decide to ask about their journey, you can’t help but be curious. “How has your journey been going?”
Helios momentarily tenses, but then his face brightens with a genuine smile. “It’s been pleasant. Vesphire is quite beautiful, especially in the summertime. The weather has been bearable.”
Hunter chuckles, “He got sick as soon as we stepped foot in Vesphire, his body temperature is already low so the cold weather wasn’t any good.”
Helios shoots Hunter a mildly reproachful look, not entirely thrilled that Hunter chose to share this particular detail with you. “I’m fine now,” he assures, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I have adapted to the cold weather.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how to feel, you miss home. It isn’t his fault but still you feel weird about it all.|C4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit angry that he has the chance to visit Vesphire but you don’t.|C4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s heartening to hear Vesphire spoken of in a positive light.|C4-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You honestly don’t care.|C4-4]]</span>Hunter’s eyes soften, $H_hisher gaze meeting yours with a genuine warmth. “I’ve missed your presence as well.”
“Where’s Fadiya? I thought she would be joining us tonight.” Helios inquires, casting a curious glance around the room.
“She didn’t feel too well so she couldn’t come.”
Helios’ expression momentarily darkens with concern at the mention of Fadiya’s absence. “I hope she’s not seriously ill. Please convey my wishes for her speedy recovery.”
You nod and decide to ask about their journey, you can’t help but be curious. “How has your journey been going?”
Helios momentarily tenses, but then his face brightens with a genuine smile. “It’s been pleasant. Vesphire is quite beautiful, especially in the summertime. The weather has been bearable.”
Hunter chuckles, “He got sick as soon as we stepped foot in Vesphire, his body temperature is already low so the cold weather wasn’t any good.”
Helios shoots Hunter a mildly reproachful look, not entirely thrilled that Hunter chose to share this particular detail with you. “I’m fine now,” he assures, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I have adapted to the cold weather.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how to feel, you miss home. It isn’t his fault but still you feel weird about it all.|C4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit angry that he has the chance to visit Vesphire but you don’t.|C4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s heartening to hear Vesphire spoken of in a positive light.|C4-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You honestly don’t care.|C4-4]]</span>You can’t help but feel a pang of frustration deep within. Vesphire was once your home, a place of familiarity and cherished memories. It stings to think that Helios has the chance to visit, to revel in its beauty, while you remain confined within the palace’s confines, separated from the land that was once yours.
Helios’ words, though brief, evoke a sense of nostalgia for that home you left behind. The landscapes of Vesphire, from its snow-dusted forests to its pristine lakes, come alive in your mind’s eye. You can almost feel the chill of the winter air and the warmth of the summer sun.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, finally free from Luceris, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes.
“Hello,” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of their charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span>After all, Vesphire was your home, a place filled with memories, both pleasant and painful.
Helios’ words, though brief, evoke a sense of nostalgia for that home you left behind. The landscapes of Vesphire, from its snow-dusted forests to its pristine lakes, come alive in your mind’s eye. You can almost feel the chill of the winter air and the warmth of the summer sun.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, finally free from Luceris, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes.
“Hello,” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of their charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span>Hunter chuckles softly, their eyes twinkling with mischief. “Perhaps. It’s not every day that someone is so open about their feelings toward the crown prince.”
As you both continue to watch Helios and $E_name, their whispered conversation carries on. It’s clear that $E_name is taking every opportunity to engage Helios, their animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions revealing their eagerness.
“All right, I can’t stand here and watch them all night,” Hunter hums as $H_heshe looks around, then looks back at you. “I will go talk to my uncle. Do you want to come?”
You glance over to where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris near the main table. You know that accompanying Hunter will mean enduring Luceris’s presence for the remainder of the evening.
You decline, “I will stay here for a bit longer.” You don't want to join that group of people just yet.
As you remain at your spot, you continue to observe Helios’ interactions with $E_name.
He is the picture of politeness, gentleness, and friendliness, responding to their enthusiasm with grace.
Helios’ smiles and responses are courteous, but there’s a certain distance in his eyes, as if his thoughts occasionally drift elsewhere. His body language, while attentive, doesn’t entirely mirror the enthusiasm of his companion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Interrupt them.|C6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave them alone and go to the table where everyone else is.|C6-2]]</span>Hunter’s gaze remains on the pair, observing their interaction before responding. “I understand why you might feel that way, $E_name can be... challenging.”
As you both continue to watch Helios and $E_name, their whispered conversation carries on. It’s clear that $E_name is taking every opportunity to engage Helios, their animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions revealing their eagerness.
“All right, I can’t stand here and watch them all night,” Hunter hums as $H_heshe looks around, then looks back at you. “I will go talk to my uncle. Do you want to come?”
You glance over to where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris near the main table. You know that accompanying Hunter will mean enduring Luceris’s presence for the remainder of the evening.
You decline, “I will stay here for a bit longer.” You don't want to join that group of people just yet.
As you remain at your spot, you continue to observe Helios’ interactions with $E_name.
He is the picture of politeness, gentleness, and friendliness, responding to their enthusiasm with grace.
Helios’ smiles and responses are courteous, but there’s a certain distance in his eyes, as if his thoughts occasionally drift elsewhere. His body language, while attentive, doesn’t entirely mirror the enthusiasm of his companion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Interrupt them.|C6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave them alone and go to the table where everyone else is.|C6-2]]</span>You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span><<set $cmg3balcony to "true">>$E_name narrows $E_their eyes, seemingly unimpressed, “Well, I don’t like being interrupted,” $E_they retort, clearly accustomed to having $E_their way.
Helios steps forward, maintaining his polite demeanor. “$E_name, it won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, attempting to diffuse the tension.
After a moment of hesitation, $E_name reluctantly relents, though $E_their expression remains sour. “All ,” $E_they concedes, “I’ll wait for you.”
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s all right, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span><<set $cmg3balcony to "true">>Your retort carries a note of authority, subtly reminding $E_name of the hierarchy in play.
Helios steps forward, maintaining his polite demeanor. “$E_name, it won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, attempting to diffuse the tension.
After a moment of hesitation, $E_name reluctantly relents, though their expression remains sour. “All ,” $E_they concede, “I’ll wait for you.”
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s all right, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span>You observe him closely, noting the way he seems to carry the weight of others actions on his shoulders. His tendency to apologize for the actions of others doesn’t go unnoticed. You can't help but question it.
Helios takes a moment to consider your question, his gaze wandering over the tranquil scene around you. The soft light bathes his features in a gentle glow.
“I suppose those diplomacy classes worked too well on me,” He chuckles, his eyes reflecting a mix of introspection and amusement.
The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a moment, the gentle breeze carrying with it a sense of serenity. The balcony provides a temporary escape from the bustling social scene inside.
“Right,” He begins, “I’ve been thinking, is there something specific you would like from Vesphire? If you have a request, I would be happy to bring it for you the next time we meet.”
Your curiosity is piqued, “Something from Vesphire?”
Helios affirms your question with a nod and a warm smile, “Is there anything you want?”
You ponder his question for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering across your face at the unexpected offer.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Food from there.|C9-1][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clothing and jewelry from there.|C9-2][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flowers from there.|C9-3][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What you want isn't there anymore.|C9-4]]</span>You observe him closely, noting the way he seems to carry the weight of others actions on his shoulders. His tendency to apologize for the actions of others doesn’t go unnoticed. You can't help but question it.
Helios takes a moment to consider what you’ve said, his gaze wandering over the tranquil scene around you. The soft light bathes his features in a gentle glow.
“I suppose those diplomacy classes worked too well on me. Now I just have to maintain the peace.” he chuckles, his eyes reflecting a mix of introspection and amusement.
The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a moment, the gentle breeze carrying with it a sense of serenity. The balcony provides a temporary escape from the bustling social scene inside.
“Right,” He begins, “I’ve been thinking, is there something specific you would like from Vesphire? If you have a request, I would be happy to bring it for you the next time we meet.”
Your curiosity is piqued, “Something from Vesphire?”
Helios affirms your question with a nod and a warm smile, “Is there anything you want?”
You ponder his question for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering across your face at the unexpected offer.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Food from there.|C9-1][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clothing and jewelry from there.|C9-2][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flowers from there.|C9-3][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What you want isn't there anymore.|C9-4]]</span>Helios nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Regardless of that,” his voice is soft, “I apologize that you had to deal with that.”
The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a moment, the gentle breeze carrying with it a sense of serenity. The balcony provides a temporary escape from the bustling social scene inside.
“Right,” He begins, “I’ve been thinking, is there something specific you would like from Vesphire? If you have a request, I would be happy to bring it for you the next time we meet.”
Your curiosity is piqued, “Something from Vesphire?”
Helios affirms your question with a nod and a warm smile, “Is there anything you want?”
You ponder his question for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering across your face at the unexpected offer.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Food from there.|C9-1][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clothing and jewelry from there.|C9-2][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flowers from there.|C9-3][$helgiftyes to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What you want isn't there anymore.|C9-4]]</span>“Food from Vesphire it is,” he replies with a hint of understanding in his eyes. “Is there anything specific?”
You hum thoughtfully, “Cookies.”
Helios nods, committing your request to memory. “Consider it done,” he says warmly.
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>Helios smiles warmly at your request, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “Clothing and jewelry from Vesphire,” he repeats, committing your desire to memory. “Consider it done. I’ll make sure to bring back some exquisite pieces for you.”
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>Helios smiles warmly at your request, “Flowers? I’m not certain if they will survive the journey but I will do my best. Consider it done.”
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>You pause, your thoughts drifting back to the place you once called home.
What you want isn't there anymore.
The circumstances that led you to leave Vesphire were painful, and returning isn’t an option.
With a soft sigh, you respond, “Thank you, Helios, but there’s nothing I need from Vesphire. What I truly want... It’s not there anymore.”
Helios' gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting understanding.
He doesn’t press further, allowing the silence to linger between you.
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span><<set $throwsplate to "true">>In one swift, calculated motion, you pretend to fumble with the plate, causing it to crash onto the ground with a resounding clatter. Food scatters across the floor, and the room falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn towards the commotion.
“Oh, dear,” you exclaim with a hint of embarrassment, feigning clumsiness, “I must be more tired than I thought. My apologies.”
With a sly grin, you continue, your tone dripping with feigned innocence, “Does this remind you of something, perhaps? You know, that day when you were sharing your ‘benefit of the doubt’ with me?”
The tension in the room is palpable as the guests exchange uncertain glances, uncertain of how to react.
The servant, taken aback by your sudden turn of events, hesitates for a moment. Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort as she's thrust into the spotlight.
“Answer me.”
The smile falls from your face as you stare at the servant.
Luceris, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, looks at the servant and tuts disapprovingly. “Go on,” he urges, “$name is asking something.”
“Your Majesty,” Lord Falk interrupts and tries to speak to Luceris. “I apologize but could you…” he looks over at you as if saying Luceris should control you.
Luceris arches an eyebrow, his regal composure undisturbed. “Is there an issue, Lord Falk?” he inquires, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Lord Falk appears momentarily flustered, grappling with his words. “Well, Your Majesty…”
“The Royal Consort was merely asking your servant a question.” Luceris continues, “Your servant failed to answer $them.”
He then looks at you, “What should their punishment be?”
You meet Luceris’ gaze with a hint of surprise. You hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but you’re aware that Luceris has a tendency to stir up trouble when it suits his purposes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want them to be fired.”|C12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want their head.”|C12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“There’s no need for punishment. I just don’t want to see them again tonight.”|C12-3]]</span>The servant’s smile wavers for a brief moment, a flicker of disappointment in their eyes, but they quickly regain their composure. They continue their duties, moving on to serve others, their facade of polite professionalism firmly in place.
The remainder of the dinner passes smoothly, with the grand ball and feast being proof of the amount of love Lord Falk has for his child.
A thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s all right.|C13-1]]</span>Deep down, you hope that time has indeed changed her, that the darkness of the past has given way to some semblance of compassion.
“You have grown up well,” The servant, Arya, smiles at you. “It is good to see you again.”
They bow once again before they move on to serve others. You watch them depart, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within you.
The remainder of the dinner passes smoothly, with the grand ball and feast being proof of the amount of love Lord Falk has for his child.
A thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s all right.|C13-1]]</span>Her smile falters for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing her eyes. It’s clear that she merely expected you to remember that she served you and not the words that were uttered by her.
“Do you not remember?”
Luceris has put down his cutlery to watch the exchange between the two of you. “Well,” he begins, “Do you?”
“Your Majesty,” Lord Falk interrupts and tries to speak to Luceris. “I apologize but could you…” he looks over at you as if saying Luceris should control you.
Luceris arches an eyebrow, his regal composure undisturbed. “Is there an issue, Lord Falk?” he inquires, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Lord Falk appears momentarily flustered, grappling with his words. “Well, Your Majesty…”
“The Royal Consort was merely asking your servant a question.” Luceris continues, “Your servant failed to answer $them.”
He then looks at you, “What should their punishment be?”
You meet Luceris’ gaze with a hint of surprise. You hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but you're aware that Luceris has a tendency to stir up trouble when it suits his purposes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want them to be fired.”|C12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want their head.”|C12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“There’s no need for punishment. I just don’t want to see them again tonight.”|C12-3]]</span>Luceris nods then looks at the servant. “What is your name?”
“A-Arya, Your Majesty.”
<<if $name is "Arya">>“Oh you two have the same name, how nice.” Luceris smiles for a moment.<</if>> “Listen, Arya, I won’t send you to your death but you are fired.”
Arya looks relieved, thankful to at least have her life.
The servant glances at Luceris then at Lord Falk then at you. You give them a smile and wave goodbye at them.
<<if $throwsplate is "true">>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You shouldn’t have thrown that plate of food. It’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
You also notice $E_name glaring at you for causing a disruption at her ball but the tension in the room gradually dissipates and a fresh plate of food is presented before you.
The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<<else>>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You should eat, it’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
The tension in the room gradually dissipates as a fresh plate of food is presented before you. The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<</if>>
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s all right.|C13-1]]</span>Luceris nods then looks at the servant. “What is your name?”
“A-Arya, Your Majesty.”
<<if $name is "Arya">>“Oh you two have the same name, how nice.” Luceris smiles for a moment.<</if>>“Arya, you are fired.”
The servant glances at Luceris then at Lord Falk then at you. You give them a smile and wave goodbye at them.
<<if $throwsplate is "true">>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You shouldn’t have thrown that plate of food. It’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios's eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
You also notice $E_name glaring at you for causing a disruption at her ball but the tension in the room gradually dissipates and a fresh plate of food is presented before you.
The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<<else>>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You should eat, it’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
The tension in the room gradually dissipates as a fresh plate of food is presented before you. The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<</if>>
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s all .|C13-1]]</span>“Oh, you are too kind, $name.” Luceris smiles at you then looks at the servant.
“What is your name?”
“A-Arya, Your Majesty.”
<<if $name is "Arya">>“Oh you two have the same name, how nice.” Luceris smiles for a moment.<</if>> “Listen, Arya, you are fired.”
The servant glances at Luceris then at Lord Falk then at you. You give them a smile and wave goodbye at them.
<<if $throwsplate is "true">>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You shouldn’t have thrown that plate of food. It’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
You also notice $E_name glaring at you for causing a disruption at her ball but the tension in the room gradually dissipates and a fresh plate of food is presented before you.
The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<<else>>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You should eat, it’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
The tension in the room gradually dissipates as a fresh plate of food is presented before you. The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<</if>>
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s all right.|C13-1]]</span>Amidst the lively atmosphere, $E_name, who has been the center of attention throughout the evening, makes $E_their way towards you. $E_Their presence is unexpected, given $E_their previous behavior, and you can't help but wonder about $E_their intentions.
“Your Majesty,” $E_name begins with a courteous smile, “I hope you are enjoying the ball.”
You return the pleasantries, a hint of curiosity in your response, “It has been lovely.”
$E_Their smile remains, and $E_they seems eager to engage in conversation. “Yes, it is.” $E_They agrees, “You haven’t been to any before, have you?”
Before you can confirm or deny $E_their assumption, $E_they continues, $E_their words laced with a touch of condescension. “I have been to many, if you ever need guidance you should ask me. It must be hard to be so unknowledgeable.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tilt your head, “Do you feel the need to compete with me?”|C14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smirk, “You know, I could teach you some other things.”|C14-2]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, “All right, I will.”|C14-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you trying to impress me? Aren’t you just adorable?”|C14-4]]</span> ❤️🔥$E_Their attempt at condescension has backfired, and now $E_they finds $E_self flustered in your presence. $E_They stammers for a moment, $E_their poised facade crumbling. “Well, I... I didn’t mean to imply...”
Before $E_they can regain $E_their composure, you decide to let $E_them off the hook, your playful smile softening. “No need to worry,” you say, “I appreciate your offer of guidance. Perhaps we can exchange insights sometime.”
With that, $E_they nods, still slightly flustered, and excuses $E_self, walking away to rejoin the other guests.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<if visited("51-B")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-1")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("48-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<<elseif visited("48-3")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<</if>>Your lack of reaction seems to aggravate $E_them, $E_they opens $E_their mouth to say something else but then shakes $E_their head and decides to walk away.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<if visited("51-B")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-1")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("48-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<<elseif visited("48-3")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<</if>>For a moment, $E_they seems taken aback, $E_their confident demeanor faltering. It’s clear that $E_they didn’t anticipate your response. A flush of pink tints $E_their cheeks, and $E_they stammers for a moment before regaining $E_their composure.
“Oh, I... I didn't mean it that way,” $E_they says, $E_their voice slightly less assured.
You can’t help but smile at $E_their flustered state. “Of course, you didn’t,” you reply in a teasing tone. “It is always a pleasure to be in the company of someone as charming as yourself.”
$E_Their cheeks grow even redder, and $E_they stammers once more before finally excusing $E_self, hastily walking away from the exchange.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<if visited("51-B")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-1")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("48-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<<elseif visited("48-3")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<</if>>$E_Their smile falters for a moment, replaced by a hint of surprise. Perhaps $E_they hadn’t anticipated such a direct question. $E_Their confidence wavers, but $E_they quickly regains $E_their composure.
“Compete with you?” $E_they responds, $E_their tone slightly defensive. “Not at all, Your Majesty. I merely wanted to offer assistance, considering your... unfamiliarity.”
You nod, “All right.”
You can sense that you aggravated $E_name by the way $E_they scoff and walk away.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<if visited("51-B")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-1")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("53-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10]]<<elseif visited("48-2")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<<elseif visited("48-3")>>[[Continue|ch3-10-a]]<</if>>“As tempting as that sounds, I believe I’ll endure the discomfort for now. After all, we wouldn’t want to disappoint our hosts.”
Lancelot sends a glare towards Luceris, not appreciating his joke, “Perhaps it’s best to save your jests for a more opportune moment.”
Luceris leans back in his seat, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Ah, Lancelot, always the voice of reason.” he says, “Aren’t you looking forward to seeing Hunter after so many months?”
“Absolutely,” Lancelot replies with a smile.
You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you—a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]Luceris arches an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sardonic smile as he catches your retort. “Ah, the wit is as sharp as ever, my dear,” he jests, his tone dripping with amusement.
With a playful glance to his right, Luceris turns his attention to Lancelot, “Lancelot, I do believe $their wit could wound me if I’m not careful.”
The corner of Lancelot’s mouth twitches with suppressed laughter as he glances between you and Luceris. He’s used to these jabs that define your strange dynamic.
“Maybe if you would just stay put, you wouldn’t find your attire so constricting,” Lancelot chimes in.
Luceris leans back against the plush seat, “This must be why everyone in Vesphire is as stiff as a board. I hope Helios hasn’t become like that.”
You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you – a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]“You’re so intelligent, why did I not think of that?” Luceris says mockingly. “Oh, right, because we have to attend.”
“We don’t have to,” you counter, raising an eyebrow of your own. “If you say no, they won’t question it.”
“But Helios is going to be there.” Luceris says, a fond smile on his face. “It has been a while, I’m sure that vulture has been attempting to pawn his offspring off on Helios. That must be why he’s making a fuss and hosting a ball of all things.”
He tuts in disapproval, running a hand through his hair.
You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you – a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you—a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]The castle of Firoz stands before you, its visage unaltered despite the passage of time.
“Magic truly is astounding; our journey here took significantly less time,” Luceris remarks.
As you enter the grand courtyard, you can’t help but recall your first arrival here, a stranger in a foreign land.
The memory of the cold glances and hushed whispers that accompanied you then is in stark contrast to the deference you now receive. Now, they avert their eyes, unable to meet your gaze, as if you have ascended to a position of unparalleled significance.
As you make your way deeper into the castle, the grand ballroom comes into view, adorned with opulent chandeliers and opalescent tapestries that shimmer in the candlelight.
The grand ballroom exudes a newfound Vesphirian charm, its decor elegantly blending with the traditional aesthetics of your homeland.
A guard, standing resolute at the entrance to the grand ballroom, announces your arrival in a strong, clear voice.
As you and Luceris step across the threshold, the atmosphere within the ballroom undergoes a subtle transformation. The guests, adorned in lavish attire, fall into a hushed reverence.
Conversations cease, and all eyes turn towards you.
In unison, the assembled guests bow respectfully, acknowledging the presence of their Emperor and the Royal Consort.
Luceris raises a commanding hand to signal that the guests may resume their revelry and so the ball continues, laughter and music filling the air once more.
Lord Falk, a man of great influence and ambition, is the first to approach you. His finely tailored attire is a symbol of his authority, and he offers a courteous nod to Luceris but avoids meeting your eyes.
His voice carries a hint of veiled respect as he greets the Emperor. “Welcome to the celebration, Your Majesty. And to you, Consort,” he says, though the latter word seems to stick in his throat.
Lord Falk, with practiced decorum, signals to his child who stands nearby. They approach with a grace that matches their noble lineage, their attire a testament to the grandeur of the occasion.
Lord Falk introduces them with measured formality, “Allow me to present my youngest…
<span class="choice-normal">[[… Eadred.” The boy bows before you.|C2-1][$E_name to "Eadred", $E_they to "he", $E_them to "him", $E_their to "his", $E_theirs = "his", $E_self to "himself", $E_person to "man", $E_formal to "Lord Eadred"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[… Eadith.” The girl bows before you.|C2-1][$E_name to "Eadith", $E_they to "she", $E_them to "her", $E_their to "her", $E_theirs = "hers", $E_self to "herself", $E_person to "woman", $E_formal to "Lady Eadith"]]</span>A hint of amusement tugs at the corners of Hunter’s lips as you offer your sarcastic response. “The usual courtly pursuits, then,” $H_heshe replies, $H_hisher tone carrying a touch of lightness despite the gravity of your words.
Helios chuckles softly at the exchange, a sound that melds with the background symphony of the grand ballroom.
“Where’s Fadiya? I thought she would be joining us tonight.” Helios inquires, casting a curious glance around the room.
“She didn’t feel too well so she couldn’t come.”
Helios’ expression momentarily darkens with concern at the mention of Fadiya’s absence. “I hope she’s not seriously ill. Please convey my wishes for her speedy recovery.”
You nod and decide to ask about their journey, you can’t help but be curious. “How has your journey been going?”
Helios momentarily tenses, but then his face brightens with a genuine smile. “It’s been pleasant. Vesphire is quite beautiful, especially in the summertime. The weather has been bearable.”
Hunter chuckles, “He got sick as soon as we stepped foot in Vesphire, his body temperature is already low so the cold weather wasn’t any good.”
Helios shoots Hunter a mildly reproachful look, not entirely thrilled that Hunter chose to share this particular detail with you. “I’m fine now,” he assures, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I have adapted to the cold weather.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how to feel, you miss home. It isn’t his fault but still you feel weird about it all.|C4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit angry that he has the chance to visit Vesphire but you don’t.|C4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s heartening to hear Vesphire spoken of in a positive light.|C4-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You honestly don’t care.|C4-4]]</span>You miss your home, your land, and its familiar coldness. It isn’t Helios’ fault, and deep down, you understand that. Yet, there is a lingering sense of displacement and nostalgia that’s hard to shake.
Helios’ words, though brief, evoke a sense of nostalgia for that home you left behind. The landscapes of Vesphire, from its snow-dusted forests to its pristine lakes, come alive in your mind’s eye. You can almost feel the chill of the winter air and the warmth of the summer sun.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, finally free from Luceris, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes.
“Hello,” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of their charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span>“This is his punishment.” Hunter grins as he watches Helios being dragged around by $E_name.
“For what?”
“That’s a secret, I can’t tell you.”
You stare at $H_himher confused but you don’t ask any further questions.
As you both continue to watch Helios and $E_name, their whispered conversation carries on. It is clear that $E_name is taking every opportunity to engage Helios, their animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions revealing their eagerness.
“All right, I can’t stand here and watch them all night,” Hunter hums as $H_heshe looks around, then looks back at you. “I will go talk to my uncle. Do you want to come?”
You glance over to where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris near the main table. You know that accompanying Hunter will mean enduring Luceris’s presence for the remainder of the evening.
You decline, you don't want to join that group of people just yet, “I will stay here for a bit longer.”
As you remain at your spot, you continue to observe Helios’ interactions with $E_name.
He is the picture of politeness, gentleness, and friendliness, responding to $E_their enthusiasm with grace.
Helios’ smiles and responses are courteous, but there’s a certain distance in his eyes, as if his thoughts occasionally drift elsewhere. His body language, while attentive, doesn’t entirely mirror the enthusiasm of his companion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Interrupt them.|C6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave them alone and go to the table where everyone else is.|C6-2]]</span>You approach the pair, waiting for a lull in the discussion, and then politely interject, “Excuse me, Helios, may I borrow you for a moment?”
Helios turns his attention to you, his courteous demeanor unwavering. “Certai–”
Before Helios can finish his response, an unexpected interruption comes from $E_name. “No.” $E_they says firmly, their enthusiasm momentarily replaced by an assertiveness you didn’t expect.
“No?”
“You heard me.” $E_they folds $E_their arms, adopting an air of defiance that contrasts sharply with their previous behavior.
“Is there a particular reason, $E_name?”
With an exaggerated sigh, $E_name rolls their eyes dramatically. “Don’t you know who I am?” $E_they says, $E_their words dripping with entitlement.
<span class="choice-normal">[["You can’t help but laugh, " + $E_name + " is unexpectedly adorable."|C7-1]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile, “Have you forgotten who you are? I suggest seeking a doctor.”|C7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The entitlement is shocking, “I merely want to speak with him.”|C7-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff, “Don’t you know who I am?”|C7-4]]</span><<set $cmg3balcony to "true">>Unable to contain your amusement, you burst into laughter. Despite the unexpected turn of events, you find $E_name’s sudden shift in attitude and their dramatic flair surprisingly adorable.
$E_name raises an eyebrow at your unexpected reaction and demands, “What is so hilarious?”
Still grinning, you reply, “Well, you’re quite the character, aren’t you? I find you rather adorable.”
$E_name’s cheeks flush with a faint blush as $E_they suddenly become flustered by your unexpected compliment. $E_They stammers for a moment before managing to reply, “Oh, well, I mean... I mean, thank you.”
With a warm smile, Helios pats $E_name’s head affectionately and reassures $E_them, “I’ll be right back.”
Then, he turns his attention to you, ready to accompany you wherever you had intended to go.
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s all right, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span><<set $cmg3balcony to "true">>Your response is met with a mix of shock and anger from $E_name, “You!”
Helios steps forward, maintaining his polite demeanor. “Please, $E_name, it won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, attempting to diffuse the tension.
$E_name’s expression softens slightly at Helios’s words, but $E_they still shoot you one last heated glance before reluctantly nodding. “All , but make it quick,” $E_they grumbles, clearly not pleased with the interruption.
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s all right, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span>It feels a bit jarring that Hunter can treat you so warmly despite the distance. You can’t help but wonder how $H_heshe managed to maintain this sense of closeness.
As you stand there, a mix of emotions churns inside you — gratitude for the gesture, confusion about $H_hisher unchanged demeanor, and a touch of discomfort at how easily $H_heshe seems to bridge the gap time has created.
“Speaking of thoughtful gestures, we should find Fadiya before she starts crying.” Hunter quips, the corners of $H_hisher lips curling upwards in amusement.
With a nod, you and Hunter start walking together toward the part of the gardens where Fadiya awaits.
The evening is filled with the soft sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant melody of crickets serenading the night. Lanterns hanging from the trees cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a magical ambiance.
As you approach the garden, the sight that greets you takes your breath away.
Fadiya has truly outdone herself.
The area is transformed into a fairytale setting. A blanket is spread out under a tree, adorned with flickering candles and colorful flower arrangements. Soft cushions are scattered around, providing comfortable seating. The night sky above is clear, allowing the stars to twinkle and shine like diamonds.
Fadiya stands by a small table covered with an assortment of dishes, each one carefully prepared and presented with artistic flair. She wears a proud smile, knowing she has succeeded in surprising you.
“Happy birthday!” Fadiya exclaims once more, her eyes sparkling with joy.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Woah.”|B9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When did you do all of this?”|B9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is… beautiful.”|B9-3]]</span>It makes you happy that Hunter still cares so much for you despite the distance. A warmth spreads through you, mingling with the scent of the flowers.
Hunter’s presence feels like a comforting reminder that some bonds endure, no matter the years or miles that come between them.
“Speaking of thoughtful gestures, we should find Fadiya before she starts crying.” Hunter quips, the corners of $H_hisher lips curling upwards in amusement.
With a nod, you and Hunter start walking together toward the part of the gardens where Fadiya awaits.
The evening is filled with the soft sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant melody of crickets serenading the night. Lanterns hanging from the trees cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a magical ambiance.
As you approach the garden, the sight that greets you takes your breath away.
Fadiya has truly outdone herself.
The area is transformed into a fairytale setting. A blanket is spread out under a tree, adorned with flickering candles and colorful flower arrangements. Soft cushions are scattered around, providing comfortable seating. The night sky above is clear, allowing the stars to twinkle and shine like diamonds.
Fadiya stands by a small table covered with an assortment of dishes, each one carefully prepared and presented with artistic flair. She wears a proud smile, knowing she has succeeded in surprising you.
“Happy birthday!” Fadiya exclaims once more, her eyes sparkling with joy.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Woah.”|B9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When did you do all of this?”|B9-2]]</span>You don’t know how you feel about the way Hunter treats you, it’s disorienting. The warmth in $H_hisher eyes and the kindness in $H_hisher gestures are so familiar, yet there’s something that makes you uneasy.
The vibrant petals almost seem to symbolize the unchanged aspect of your connection, yet the years apart have created a distance you can’t easily bridge. At least, not as easily as Hunter does.
“Speaking of thoughtful gestures, we should find Fadiya before she starts crying.” Hunter quips, the corners of $H_hisher lips curling upwards in amusement.
With a nod, you and Hunter start walking together toward the part of the gardens where Fadiya awaits.
The evening is filled with the soft sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant melody of crickets serenading the night. Lanterns hanging from the trees cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a magical ambiance.
As you approach the garden, the sight that greets you takes your breath away.
Fadiya has truly outdone herself.
The area is transformed into a fairytale setting. A blanket is spread out under a tree, adorned with flickering candles and colorful flower arrangements. Soft cushions are scattered around, providing comfortable seating. The night sky above is clear, allowing the stars to twinkle and shine like diamonds.
Fadiya stands by a small table covered with an assortment of dishes, each one carefully prepared and presented with artistic flair. She wears a proud smile, knowing she has succeeded in surprising you.
“Happy birthday!” Fadiya exclaims once more, her eyes sparkling with joy.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Woah.”|B9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When did you do all of this?”|B9-2]]</span>You honestly don’t care much about Vesphire anymore. There is nothing left for you there.
The once vivid memories of your past life have faded into a dull backdrop, overshadowed by the present reality.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, finally free from Luceris, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes.
“Hello,” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of their charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span><<set $gamechapter to "Chapter Two">><<fadein 5s>><<set $age to 9>>
<div style="font-size: x-large;font-weight:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Saudade, 1442</div>
<span class="dropcap">T</span>he door bursts open and Lancelot strides in, his chest heaving with urgency. His eyes scan the room, searching for something. They land on the figure seated at the desk, calmly poring over some papers.
“Why wasn’t I called to the meeting?” Lancelot demands, his voice tight with frustration.
There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice as Luceris replies, “Lancelot, you are my shield, not a nanny. I can handle the negotiations on my own. Besides, the agreement was made and the papers were signed, there’s nothing to be done about it now.”
Lancelot steps forward, his broad frame towering over the desk. “$They <<if $plur is true>>have<<else>>has<</if>> no one,” he says, his voice low, “$Their family is dead, and you offer $them a position of mere showmanship. $They needed someone to lean on when you told $them the truth. I should have been there for $them.”
The king raises an eyebrow, “Lancelot, my old friend, are you so invested in this child already?” Luceris leans back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You have always had a soft spot for the unprotected, haven’t you? It’s one of the things I like about you.”
Lancelot lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose as if trying to relieve the pressure that is building up within him. “Anyone in this kingdom would be happy to become yours, so why don’t you simply remarry and leave the child alone?” he pleads, his voice tinged with desperation.
Luceris chuckles, but the sound lacks any genuine mirth. “Those types of relationships are meant to be broken,” he says, shrugging as if it’s an unimportant fact. “I’ve learned that the hard way.”
Lancelot’s expression softens, sadness etching lines on his face. He knows the pain of a broken heart all too well, and the toll it takes on someone. “That’s not true,” he counters, his voice gentle.
Luceris’ expression remains stony, but a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability flashes in his eyes, swiftly concealed. He stands up, straightening his robes and looking down at his friend.
“I have an empire to rule now, Lancelot,” he says. “It is true for me. Besides, it is good that $they <<if $plur is true>>have<<else>>has<</if>> the title of royal consort now,” His voice takes on a more serious tone. “It gives $them power, protection, and prestige. If $they weren’t the consort, $they would be treated like a mere peasant, with no regard for $their safety or well-being. This agreement does not hurt $them in any way.”
The silence stretches on for a moment as Lancelot processes his thoughts, until he finally speaks once again, “I understand, my King.”
Luceris gave him a gentle smile, “Thank you, Lancelot.”
Lancelot bows his head and turns to leave but Luceris stops him in his tracks, “You should go check on $name.”
Lancelot pauses for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, and turns back to Luceris. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, the air is filled with an unspoken agreement. Lancelot nods his head, a subtle smile touching his lips, before finally leaving the room.
[[Continue|20-0-1]]<</fadein>>You lay on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the hours pass by.
Something is pressing down on you; you feel heavy and suffocated, as if the walls are closing in on you. You have somehow, unknowingly, managed to hold yourself together for so long, but now the dam has finally broken and you can't seem to stop the tears.
It’s as if all the emotions you’ve been suppressing for the past few weeks have finally caught up with you. The tears flow, and the sobs come in waves.
You are completely alone in the world, with no one to turn to and no one who truly understands what you are going through. You feel trapped like you’re in a never-ending nightmare, you’re haunted by the memories of your family and the life you once had, a life that seems like a distant memory now.
The thought of being alone, with no one to turn to, is overwhelming. In a desperate attempt, you cry out to the gods.
“Please, please, bring my family back to me... Bring my family back to me,” you beg, tears streaming down your face. “I’ll do anything, anything at all. Just make it stop. I can’t do this on my own.”
But there is no answer, no comforting hand to soothe your broken heart.
You don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually, the tears dry up and you’re left feeling hollow and empty.
“Why did this have to happen to me? Why me? Why did I have to be the one to suffer? Was I too bad? Are you punishing me?”
But, as before, there is no answer, only the deafening silence of the room.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, speaking to your twin as if he can still hear you. “I’m sorry for leaving you, for not staying with you. It’s all my fault.”
<span style="font-style: italic">It’s my fault you’re gone and I’m still here.</span>
You close your eyes, trying to push back the memories and the thoughts of what could have been. It works for a while but as the night wears on you find the tears streaming down your face again, your sobs are the only sound in the quiet room.
“Please, please, make it all go away,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face. “I’m so scared... I can’t do this on my own.”
But no matter how much you beg and plead, there is no escape from the pain and the emptiness that fills your heart. You are left alone with your grief, unable to escape the reality of what has happened.
You feel lost like you’re wandering through a dark, endless void. You don’t know how to move on, how to find your way back to the light.
“I’ll do anything, I’ll make any deal, just please bring them back,” you cry out into the darkness. “I can’t live without them, I can’t keep going on like this. Please, I’m begging you, take me too, take me to them.”
[[Continue|20-2]]The silence seems to mock your pain.
The night seems to go on forever, with no end in sight to the pain you are feeling. You can only hope that someday, somehow, the gods will hear your pleas and grant you the peace and solace you so desperately seek.
As you lie there, you hear a soft knock at the door. You don’t want to see anyone, you don’t want to talk to anyone, you just want to be alone with your pain but the knocking persists.
You slowly get up, wiping away the tears from your face, and make your way to the door. Lancelot is standing there with a tray of food in his hand, as you meet his gaze, you notice the furrow in his brow, and his blue eyes flicker with worry.
“I brought you dinner,” he says softly, “You didn’t show up at dinner and we were worried.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Shut the door in his face.|20-2-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let him in.|20-2-B]]</span>You glare at Lancelot, “I didn’t ask for your concern, Sir Lancelot. I don’t need anyone’s pity.” You try to shut the door but Lancelot stops it from closing.
He looks taken aback by your words. “I’m sorry, $name. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream at him that you’re not alright.|20-2-A-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tell him you appreciate the concern but you want to be alone.|20-2-A-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tell him you want to be alone.|20-2-A-3]]</span>You open the door wider so he can come in, not registering what he’s saying. Lancelot is one of the few people in Rosea who has been kind to you, but you can’t shake the resentment you hold towards the king and, by association, Lancelot.
He sees the pain in your eyes, the tears that still linger on your cheeks, and he steps inside the room, placing the tray of food on the nearby table.
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” he says, “But I’m here if you need me.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[His words make something inside of you snap, and you let out a gut-wrenching sob.|20-2-B-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[His words make something inside you snap, and you start screaming at him.|20-2-B-2]]</span>“Well, I’m not alright!” you snap. “I’m never going to be alright again, thanks to you and your king. You’ve taken everything from me, and now you want to act like you care? It’s too late for that.”
Lancelot looks hurt, and you slam the door in his face before he can say or do anything else.
You return to your bed, and the anger and sadness mix in a confusing jumble of emotions.
It’s quiet for a moment but then Lancelot calls out to you, “I’m leaving the food here, $name.”
You hear the sound of the tray being put down on the floor then the sound of footsteps walking away.
You want to scream, to lash out, to do anything to make the pain stop, but there’s nothing you can do. You’re trapped and there’s no way out.
You haven’t eaten since breakfast yet you don’t have an appetite.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eat the food, you need to take care of yourself.|20-2-A-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to eat.|20-2-A-5]]</span>“Thank you for worrying about me,” you try to smile but it feels as if your face has been set in stone. “I want to be alone for a while.”
“Please–” You shut the door before he can say or do anything else.
You return to your bed, and the anger and sadness mix in a confusing jumble of emotions.
It’s quiet for a moment but then Lancelot calls out to you, “I’m leaving the food here, $name.”
You hear the sound of the tray being put down on the floor then the sound of footsteps walking away.
You want to scream, to lash out, to do anything to make the pain stop, but there’s nothing you can do. You’re trapped and there’s no way out.
You haven’t eaten since breakfast yet you don’t have an appetite.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eat the food, you need to take care of yourself.|20-2-A-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to eat.|20-2-A-5]]</span>“I want to be alone,” you say and shut the door before he can say or do anything else.
You return to your bed, and the anger and sadness mix in a confusing jumble of emotions.
It’s quiet for a moment but then Lancelot calls out to you, “I’m leaving the food here, $name.”
You hear the sound of the tray being put down on the floor then the sound of footsteps walking away.
You want to scream, to lash out, to do anything to make the pain stop, but there’s nothing you can do. You’re trapped and there’s no way out.
You haven’t eaten since breakfast yet you don’t have an appetite.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eat the food, you need to take care of yourself.|20-2-A-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to eat.|20-2-A-5]]</span>You push yourself off the bed and make your way over to the tray, trying to ignore the way your stomach churns at the thought of food. The scent of fresh bread and soup fills your nose, but it does nothing to ease the ache in your heart.
You pick up the spoon and take a hesitant sip of the soup. It’s warm and savory, but it tastes like ashes in your mouth. You force yourself to eat a few more bites before pushing the tray away, the food suddenly unappetizing.
You lay back down on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. You wonder what your family would say if they could see you now. Would they be proud of how strong you’re trying to be, or would they be heartbroken at what you’ve been forced to endure?
The night drags on, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. You eventually fall into a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares and memories of a life that no longer exists.
[[Continue|22-0]]You bury your head in your pillow, you wonder what your family would say if they could see you now. Would they be proud of how strong you’re trying to be, or would they be heartbroken at what you’ve been forced to endure?
The night drags on, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. You eventually fall into a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares and memories of a life that no longer exists.
[[Continue|22-0]]Lancelot’s eyes widen with surprise as he steps closer, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.
You want to push him away, to scream at him for being a part of the kingdom that took everything from you, but all you can do is stand there and cry.
Lancelot doesn’t say anything; he just holds you as you cry and mourn for everything you’ve lost. It’s the first time in a while that you’ve felt someone’s warmth, someone’s care.
“I don’t know what to do,” you say between sobs, “I don’t know how to live like this. I hate him, I hate him for what he did to my family, and now I made an agreement with him.”
Lancelot doesn’t say anything, he just listens, his hand rubbing circles on your back in a comforting manner. His silence and understanding presence makes it easier for you to continue speaking.
“I don’t want to be here,” you continue, “I don’t want to be his consort. I want to go home, but I can’t. I don’t know what to do.”
Lancelot pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a soft expression.
“You don’t have to figure it all out now,” he says, “I know it’s hard, and I can’t even imagine what you’re going through,” he continues, “But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, and I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe and protected.”
He gently takes your hand and leads you over to the table, where he begins to dish out the food he brought. You haven’t eaten since breakfast, yet you don’t have the appetite.
“Please, at least eat something,” he says, handing you a spoon.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eat.|20-2-B-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to eat.|20-2-B-4]]</span>“I don’t need your pity or your fake concern!” you shout, your voice hoarse from crying. “You’re all just using me for your own gain. You don’t care about me, you don’t care about what happened to my family. All you care about is pleasing the king.”
“That’s not true,” he says, “I do care about you, I care about what happened to your family. I know that what the king did was unfair and I wish there was something I could do to make it right.”
“Make it right?” you scoff, “You can’t make it right. You can’t bring my family back. All you can do is serve the king, follow his orders like a mindless puppet.”
“I serve Rosea because I believe in its people, its ideals. I serve the king because I believe he has the best interests of his people at heart.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What about me? Do you think the king has my best interests at heart?”|20-2-B-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leave me alone.”|20-2-B-2-2]]</span>You stare at the food for a moment, unsure if you can even stomach it. But the sight and smell of the warm soup and fresh bread make your stomach grumble, and you take a tentative bite.
It’s warm and filling, and you find yourself eating more than you thought you would. Lancelot sits with you, talking about small things that don’t truly matter
It’s a small gesture, but it feels like a lifeline in the sea of grief and pain that you’re drowning in.
[[Continue|22-0]]“What about me? Do you think the king has my best interests at heart?”
Lancelot looks away, “I don’t know,” he admits, “But I do know that the position of consort will benefit you and that he won’t harm you. And I will do whatever I can to help you.”
“I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help. I just want— I want to be alone.” you whisper, turning away from Lancelot and retreating to your bed.
He lets out a sigh, “Alright, make sure to eat something. You need to take care of yourself.”
You can hear him leaving the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him.
You’re left alone again.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eat.|20-2-A-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to eat.|20-2-A-5]]</span>“Leave me alone. I just want— I want to be alone,” you whisper, turning away from Lancelot and retreating to your bed.
He lets out a sigh, “Alright, make sure to eat something. You need to take care of yourself.”
You can hear him leaving the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him.
You’re left alone again.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eat.|20-2-A-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to eat.|20-2-A-5]]</span><<set $wdex to "true">><span style="font-weight: 700; color: #a52a2a">[ You have unlocked the World Codex. ]</span>
The days continue to blur together, and before you know it, it has been a few weeks since the talk you had with Luceris. You spend most of your time lying in bed, lost in your thoughts and memories. The servants come in every day to bring you food or tidy up the room, but they treat you with a cold indifference that makes your skin crawl.
One day, there is a knock on the door. Before you can respond, a servant barges in.
“The Emperor has summoned you to the council meeting,” he says, his voice cold and clipped.
<span style="font-style: italic">Emperor.</span>
“What? Why?” you question, trying to process the information.
“I’m not sure,” the servant says, his eyes flickering with a hint of annoyance. “But you’d better hurry up and get ready. The Emperor doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” With that, he turns on his heel and leaves the room.
As you stare at the closed door, a familiar feeling of anger and resentment towards him starts to build inside you.
Why does he want you at the council meeting? What more could he possibly want from you now?
You do not want to see him again after everything that has happened. But a small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you’re in Rosea, under his rule.
You’re not sure what consequences there would be if you refused to go.
Reluctantly, you get out of bed and start to get dressed. You take your time, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible, but eventually, you realize that you can’t avoid the meeting forever.
You make your way to the Council Chamber, your heart pounding in your chest. As you enter the room, you see that the emperor is already seated at the head of the table with his ministers sitting around him.
They all turn to look at you as you enter, and you feel a wave of unease wash over you.
“Ah, there you are,” Luceris says, his voice cool and measured. “Take a seat.”
You do as he asks, sitting in the only empty chair left. The air in the room is tense, and you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. You see Lancelot standing in the shadows, he smiles at you in an attempt to make you feel better but it does not seem to work.
“Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you all here.” He starts, his eyes sweeping over the ministers.
“As you all remember, there have been a lot of complaints about how the position of my consort has been vacant for far too long,” he says, and whispers of agreement ripple through the council. “So, to ease your worries I have made a decision.”
There is a murmur of surprise from the ministers as Luceris pauses for effect.
“Won’t you welcome the new consort?” he asks, gesturing to you.
[[Continue|22-0-1]]There is a moment of stunned silence in the room, and then the ministers start to speak up.
“But $they <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> a Vesphirian!” one of their protests.
“Your Majesty,” one of the ministers says, “we must protest this decision. That is a child, barely old enough to understand the duties and responsibilities of being a consort.”
“This is highly irregular,” another adds.
Luceris silences them with a wave of his hand.
“I am aware of the worries,” Luceris says, his tone firm. “But I have made my decision, and it stands. From today, the consort position is no longer vacant, and $name will be taking on the duties of the position when $they <<if $plur is true>>become<<else>>becomes<</if>> of age.” He continues, “$They will be educated and trained in the ways of the court, do not worry.”
You can feel their eyes on you, judging you, and you feel small and insignificant in comparison to them. You try to steel yourself against their disapproving stares, but it’s difficult.
Luceris continues to speak, outlining how your presence as a consort will strengthen his claim to the throne of Vesphire and pokes fun at the ministers who are complaining when they had been telling him to take a consort for the last few years, it’s clear that he’s not taking their objections seriously.
Finally, the meeting is adjourned, and the ministers start to file out of the room. As they leave, you can feel their eyes on you, and you can hear their whispers as they talk amongst themselves, the disapproval clear in their tone.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you make your way out of the room. When you get out of the room, a shadow casts over you. Looking up, you notice a woman standing in front of you, her face inscrutable. Her eyes catch your attention, a dark shade of green that seems to tear you to shreds with disapproval.
You try to hurry past her, but she steps in front of you, blocking your path. “Excuse me,” you say, trying to sound confident, but your voice comes out small and uncertain.
“You look just like her.”
[[Continue|23-0]]The woman’s words stop you in your tracks, “Pardon?” you ask, not sure who she is referring to.
“Catalina.” she clarifies, “You look just like her.”
Her words cause you to freeze. The mention of Catalina reminds you of the inescapable shadow cast over your life due to her decisions. You’re trapped in her legacy, haunted by the aftermath of her decisions.
You try to push past the woman, but she grabs your arm tightly, her nails digging into your skin.
You wince in pain and look at her, trying to pull your arm free from her grasp. “Let go of me,” you say, your voice is firmer this time.
The woman’s grip tightens, and she leans in close to you, her voice a whisper, “You know what she did, don’t you?”
Her words sting and you can feel the weight of your sister’s actions bearing down on you once again. You try to shake off the feeling of suffocation but it’s like a thick fog that clings to you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You try to pull your arm free from the woman’s grasp and stare at her with a steely gaze, “I am not my sister.”|23-1][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You try to pull your arm free from the woman’s grasp but avoid her eyes, “I am not my sister.”|23-2][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You stomp on her foot, “I am not my sister!”|23-3][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 7, 0, 100), $disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 7, 0, 100)]]</span>She sneers at you, her grip on your arm still tight. “You may not be her, but you carry her blood. And that is enough.”
You grit your teeth, you can feel the anger welling up inside you. “I can’t change who my family is,” you say through gritted teeth, “But I am not responsible for my sister’s actions.”
Just as you are about to pull your arm free, a voice interrupts, “Mother?”
You both turn to see Vincent standing behind the woman, looking between you two with concern. The woman releases your arm and turns to her son, dismissing you with a contemptuous look.
You should have known that Vincent and the woman were related, not because they share the same eyes, but because Vincent has never been kind to you either.
“When did you come back?” Vincent asks, his eyes darting between you and his mother.
His mother turns to him, her expression brightening at the sight of her son. “I arrived just before the meeting began,” she answers, reaching out to caress his cheek.
“You should head in before the meeting ends.”
His mother nods, giving you one last disapproving look before walking into the Council Chamber. Vincent watches his mother walk into the chamber, where only few people remain, his eyes are on her until she disappears from view.
“She’s not wrong, you know,” he says, his tone cold and cutting. “You may not have been the one to commit that atrocity, but your family’s name is tainted because of it. And you,” Vincent takes a step forward, his eyes narrowed, “you’re no better.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is that what your mother told you?” you roll your eyes.|24-1][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs - 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why don’t you judge me by my own actions?”|24-2][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ch1heliostruth is "true">>[[“You’re right, that’s why I told Helios the truth.”|24-3][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]<<else>>[[“If that was the case I would have told Helios everything, which I haven’t.”|24-4][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Walk away.|24-5]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears fill your eyes, “Shut up.”|24-6][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs + 1, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears fill your eyes, and you can’t bring yourself to say anything.|24-7][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs - 1, 0, 100)]]</span>She sneers at you, her grip on your arm still tight. “You may not be her, but you carry her blood. And that is enough.”
You take a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite feeling upset. “I can’t change who my family is,” you say, “But I am not responsible for my sister’s actions.”
Just as you are about to pull your arm free, a voice interrupts, “Mother?”
You both turn to see Vincent standing behind the woman, looking between you two with concern. The woman releases your arm and turns to her son, dismissing you with a contemptuous look.
You should have known that Vincent and the woman were related, not because they share the same eyes, but because Vincent has never been kind to you either.
“When did you come back?” Vincent asks, his eyes darting between you and his mother.
His mother turns to him, her expression brightening at the sight of her son. “I arrived just before the meeting began,” she answers, reaching out to caress his cheek.
“You should head in before the meeting ends.”
His mother nods, giving you one last disapproving look before walking into the Council Chamber. Vincent watches his mother walk into the chamber, where only few people remain, his eyes are on her until she disappears from view.
“She’s not wrong, you know,” he says, his tone cold and cutting. “You may not have been the one to commit that atrocity, but your family’s name is tainted because of it. And you,” Vincent takes a step forward, his eyes narrowed, “you’re no better.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is that what your mother told you?” you roll your eyes.|24-1][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs - 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why don’t you judge me by my own actions?”|24-2][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ch1heliostruth is "true">>[[“You’re right, that’s why I told Helios the truth.”|24-3][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]<<else>>[[“If that was the case I would have told Helios everything, which I haven’t.”|24-4][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Walk away.|24-5]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears fill your eyes, “Shut up.”|24-6][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs + 1, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears fill your eyes, and you can’t bring yourself to say anything.|24-7][$V_rs to Math.clamp($V_rs - 1, 0, 100)]]</span>Vincent’s expression hardens, “My mother is not the only one who thinks that way,” he says, “Everyone here thinks that way.”
That makes you scoff.
Vincent studies you for a moment, his eyes narrowing. Without saying a word, he turns around and walks away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he leaves you standing there alone.
You turn away from Vincent’s retreating form and head toward your room, but something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]Vincent scoffs, “Actions speak louder than words, and your family’s actions speak volumes.”
“I am not my family or my sister,” you say, feeling frustrated that Vincent can’t see you as an individual separate from your family.
For a moment, Vincent studies you, his eyes narrowed as if considering your words. But then, without saying a word, he turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there alone.
You turn away from Vincent’s retreating form and head toward your room, but something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]Vincent’s eyes widen in surprise, “You told him?”
You nod, unwavering in your conviction, “Yes, I did. And I don’t regret it.” you reply, your voice ringing with the certainty of your decision.
He looks at you in disbelief. Without saying a word, he turns around and walks away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he leaves you standing there alone.
You turn away from Vincent’s retreating form and head toward your room, but something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]Vincent’s eyes soften slightly and he lets out a sigh. “I won’t thank you for that.”
“I’m not looking for your gratitude,” you retort, still feeling the sting of his words.
Vincent studies you for a moment, his eyes narrowing. Without saying a word, he turns around and walks away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he leaves you standing there alone.
You turn away from Vincent’s retreating form and head toward your room, but something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]Vincent’s words linger in the air, he is just like his mother. Instead of replying to him, you turn on your heel and begin walking away.
Vincent doesn’t call after you but you can feel him watching you as you walk away.
As you head toward your room, something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]“Shut up,” you manage to choke out, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. Your words are more of a plea than a command, a desperate attempt to halt the torrent of accusations that threaten to crush your spirit.
His eyes widen and he takes a step back, his features softening as he studies your face.
But then something changes in his gaze and his eyes narrow. Without saying a word, he turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there alone.
You turn away from Vincent’s retreating form and head towards your room, but something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]As the tears spill down your cheeks, you struggle to compose yourself. You know that showing weakness in front of Vincent is not a good idea, but you can’t help it.
His eyes widen and he takes a step back, his features softening as he studies your face.
But then something changes in his gaze and his eyes narrow. Without saying a word, he turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there alone.
You turn away from Vincent’s retreating form and head towards your room, but something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]“$name?” You hear from behind you.
You turn around and see Hunter standing there, $H_hisher black hair ruffled by the breeze and $H_hisher blue eyes focused on you.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, surprised to see $H_himher there, wondering why Helios’ shield would be at the lake alone.
“Ah,” $H_heshe shuffles $H_hisher feet and scratches the back of $H_hisher neck, “I noticed you walking in this direction and thought I should check on you. You seem upset.”
You nod, not wanting to deny the obvious. “I am,” you admit, looking out at the lake again.
Hunter takes a seat on a nearby boulder, $H_hisher gaze following yours towards the lake. “Would you like to talk?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tell Hunter about the encounter.|25-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t tell Hunter about the encounter.|25-2]]</span>You take a deep breath and decide to tell Hunter about your encounter with Vincent’s mother and Vincent. You recount the conversation, the woman’s words stinging even as you repeat them.
Hunter listens attentively, $H_hisher expression is thoughtful. “It’s difficult to escape the past,” $H_heshe says, “But it’s not impossible. You’re not who they think you are, $name. You’re more than that, they will see that someday.”
Hunter smiles at you, trying to lighten the mood, “Besides,” $H_heshe adds, “I know Vincent’s mother isn’t the most pleasant person to be around. You’re better off without her approval.”
“Thank you, Hunter.”
$H_HeShe smiles, “Any time.”
The snap of a twig breaks you away from the moment. Your head snaps towards the source of the noise but by the time your eyes catch up, the culprit has vanished without a trace.
[[Continue|26-0]]You consider his question for a moment, “I don’t think so,” you say finally. “I just need some time to think.”
Hunter nods, “If you need anything, let me know.” $H_heshe says, before standing up and walking away.
The sun’s warm rays dance on your skin, and the gentle breeze carries the soothing sounds of the water. As you let your mind wander, the chaos of the day slowly fades, replaced by a sense of calm.
The snap of a twig breaks you away from the moment. Your head snaps towards the source of the noise but by the time your eyes catch up, the culprit has vanished without a trace.
[[Continue|26-0]]Despite the disapproval of everyone, you move to the Jewel of the Palace the next day and soon start your lessons.
The days turn into weeks that turn into months, and months turn into a year.<<set $age to "10">>
The seasons shift and the world keeps moving, but you still feel stuck even though you are constantly being pushed in and out of lessons.
The pain of your loss still weighs heavily on your heart, and you can’t bring yourself to move on. Some days it feels like the wound starts to heal, but then something happens – a familiar scent, a noise, a memory – and you’re right back in that hallway.
As you sit in the grand chamber, you listen to your tutor, Lady Amara, drone on about history.
“That is how the current emperor became the crown prince, the death of the previous…”
You try to focus on her words, but your mind keeps drifting off to other things.
Lady Amara pauses her lecture and turns to you. “Your Majesty, are you following me?” she asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at Lady Amara and apologize for your distraction. “Forgive me, I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed today.”|26-1][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 3, 0, 100), $kind to Math.clamp($kind + 3, 0, 100), $reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 4, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You try to distract her with a compliment, “Thank you, Lady Amara, for explaining diplomacy so clearly. You have a real talent for teaching.”|26-2][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 5, 0, 100), $kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You yawn loudly and stretch your arms, looking around the room with a bored expression. “Lady Amara, your voice is quite monotonous, and I find myself struggling to stay awake.”|26-3][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 3, 0, 100), $kind to Math.clamp($kind - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You glare at Lady Amara, “Of course, I’m following you. Do you think I’m foolish?”|26-4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 5, 0, 100), $kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod at Lady Amara, “Yes, I am.”|26-2][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 2, 0, 10)]]</span>She shoots you a disapproving look but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she continues with her lecture, and you try your best to pay attention.
But as evening approaches, you start to feel more and more exhausted. You can feel a headache coming on, and your eyes start to droop.
Finally, Lady Amara dismisses you, and you make your way back to your chambers. You ignore the servants that follow you and close the door behind you as soon as you get to the chambers.
You collapse onto the plush mattress of your bed, shutting your eyes in the hopes of finding some rest. However, before your mind can even begin to relax, a sharp knock reverberates through the room, jolting you from your momentary peace.
Sighing heavily, you rise to your feet, calling out a faint “enter” as you do. The door swings open, revealing a stern palace guard, “Your Majesty, the Emperor requests your presence in the Council Chamber.”
You groan inwardly, knowing that this is probably going to be another long meeting but you force yourself to stand up and follow the guard down the hall.
As you follow the palace guard down the hallways towards the Council Chamber, you notice the bustling activity of the servants going about their daily duties. They hurry to and fro, carrying trays of food, fresh linens, and other items essential to the running of the palace.
Their footsteps echo off the marble floors, creating a constant hum of noise in the background.
The air is thick with the scent of fresh herbs and perfumed oils, a potent mix that lingers in your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, feeling it fill your lungs, as you contemplate the upcoming meeting.
Despite the busy atmosphere, the servants seem to give you a wide berth, a clear indication of your status as royalty. They bow low as you pass, their faces carefully neutral, but you know that this treatment is not always the case. When you’re alone, they often ignore you or even jostle you on purpose, sending a clear message that they don’t respect you as much as they might let on.
The journey to the Council Chamber feels interminable. It’s even worse now that you reside in the palace meant for the Royal Consort and not in the King’s Palace. Everything is farther away, but at least the relative quiet and peacefulness of your palace provides some semblance of respite from the chaos of court life.
As you approach the Council Chamber, instead of the usual raised voices, you hear… <span style= "font-style: italic">laughter?</span>
[[Continue|27-0]]She gives you a rare smile, pleased, and continues with her lesson.
You try to pay attention, but your mind wanders again. You think about your parents and how much you miss them. You wonder if they would be proud of you, sitting here in this grand chamber, learning about the lives of people that are no longer here.
But as evening approaches, you start to feel more and more exhausted. You can feel a headache coming on, and your eyes start to droop.
Finally, Lady Amara dismisses you, and you make your way back to your chambers. You ignore the servants that follow you and close the door behind you as soon as you get to the chambers.
You collapse onto the plush mattress of your bed, shutting your eyes in the hopes of finding some rest. However, before your mind can even begin to relax, a sharp knock reverberates through the room, jolting you from your momentary peace.
Sighing heavily, you rise to your feet, calling out a faint “enter” as you do. The door swings open, revealing a stern palace guard, “Your Majesty, the Emperor requests your presence in the Council Chamber.”
You groan inwardly, knowing that this is probably going to be another long meeting but you force yourself to stand up and follow the guard down the hall.
As you follow the palace guard down the hallways towards the Council Chamber, you notice the bustling activity of the servants going about their daily duties. They hurry to and fro, carrying trays of food, fresh linens, and other items essential to the running of the palace.
Their footsteps echo off the marble floors, creating a constant hum of noise in the background.
The air is thick with the scent of fresh herbs and perfumed oils, a potent mix that lingers in your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, feeling it fill your lungs, as you contemplate the upcoming meeting.
Despite the busy atmosphere, the servants seem to give you a wide berth, a clear indication of your status as royalty. They bow low as you pass, their faces carefully neutral, but you know that this treatment is not always the case. When you’re alone, they often ignore you or even jostle you on purpose, sending a clear message that they don’t respect you as much as they might let on.
The journey to the Council Chamber feels interminable. It’s even worse now that you reside in the palace meant for the Royal Consort and not in the King’s Palace. Everything is farther away, but at least the relative quiet and peacefulness of your palace provides some semblance of respite from the chaos of court life.
As you approach the Council Chamber, instead of the usual raised voices, you hear… <span style= "font-style: italic">laughter?</span>
[[Continue|27-0]]She shoots you a disapproving look before continuing her lecture. You let out another yawn and rest your chin on your hand, staring out the window at the blue sky.
But as evening approaches, you start to feel more and more exhausted. You can feel a headache coming on, and your eyes start to droop.
Finally, Lady Amara dismisses you, and you make your way back to your chambers. You ignore the servants that follow you and close the door behind you as soon as you get to the chambers.
You collapse onto the plush mattress of your bed, shutting your eyes in the hopes of finding some rest. However, before your mind can even begin to relax, a sharp knock reverberates through the room, jolting you from your momentary peace.
Sighing heavily, you rise to your feet, calling out a faint “enter” as you do. The door swings open, revealing a stern palace guard, “Your Majesty, the Emperor requests your presence in the Council Chamber.”
You groan inwardly, knowing that this is probably going to be another long meeting but you force yourself to stand up and follow the guard down the hall.
As you follow the palace guard down the hallways towards the Council Chamber, you notice the bustling activity of the servants going about their daily duties. They hurry to and fro, carrying trays of food, fresh linens, and other items essential to the running of the palace.
Their footsteps echo off the marble floors, creating a constant hum of noise in the background.
The air is thick with the scent of fresh herbs and perfumed oils, a potent mix that lingers in your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, feeling it fill your lungs, as you contemplate the upcoming meeting.
Despite the busy atmosphere, the servants seem to give you a wide berth, a clear indication of your status as royalty. They bow low as you pass, their faces carefully neutral, but you know that this treatment is not always the case. When you’re alone, they often ignore you or even jostle you on purpose, sending a clear message that they don’t respect you as much as they might let on.
The journey to the Council Chamber feels interminable. It’s even worse now that you reside in the palace meant for the Royal Consort and not in the King’s Palace. Everything is farther away, but at least the relative quiet and peacefulness of your palace provides some semblance of respite from the chaos of court life.
As you approach the Council Chamber, instead of the usual raised voices, you hear… <span style= "font-style: italic">laughter?</span>
[[Continue|27-0]]She shoots you a disapproving look, “I see I must have a conversation with your etiquette tutor.”
You roll your eyes and try to refocus your attention on the lesson as she continues.
But as evening approaches, you start to feel more and more exhausted. You can feel a headache coming on, and your eyes start to droop.
Finally, Lady Amara dismisses you, and you make your way back to your chambers. You ignore the servants that follow you and close the door behind you as soon as you get to the chambers.
You collapse onto the plush mattress of your bed, shutting your eyes in the hopes of finding some rest. However, before your mind can even begin to relax, a sharp knock reverberates through the room, jolting you from your momentary peace.
Sighing heavily, you rise to your feet, calling out a faint “enter” as you do. The door swings open, revealing a stern palace guard, “Your Majesty, the Emperor requests your presence in the Council Chamber.”
You groan inwardly, knowing that this is probably going to be another long meeting but you force yourself to stand up and follow the guard down the hall.
As you follow the palace guard down the hallways towards the Council Chamber, you notice the bustling activity of the servants going about their daily duties. They hurry to and fro, carrying trays of food, fresh linens, and other items essential to the running of the palace.
Their footsteps echo off the marble floors, creating a constant hum of noise in the background.
The air is thick with the scent of fresh herbs and perfumed oils, a potent mix that lingers in your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, feeling it fill your lungs, as you contemplate the upcoming meeting.
Despite the busy atmosphere, the servants seem to give you a wide berth, a clear indication of your status as royalty. They bow low as you pass, their faces carefully neutral, but you know that this treatment is not always the case. When you’re alone, they often ignore you or even jostle you on purpose, sending a clear message that they don’t respect you as much as they might let on.
The journey to the Council Chamber feels interminable. It’s even worse now that you reside in the palace meant for the Royal Consort and not in the King’s Palace. Everything is farther away, but at least the relative quiet and peacefulness of your palace provides some semblance of respite from the chaos of court life.
As you approach the Council Chamber, instead of the usual raised voices, you hear… <span style= "font-style: italic">laughter?</span>
[[Continue|27-0]]You pause, furrowing your brows in confusion. The Council Chambers are usually filled with heated debates and arguments, not laughter.
The guard pushes the doors open, revealing the source of the commotion.
The ministers are gathered around a young girl with ruby-red hair. She is laughing and talking animatedly, and the ministers are smiling at her.
As you step into the room, the conversation dies down, and all eyes turn to you.
You take a step forward, and all the ministers reluctantly bow to you. “Your Majesty,” they greet you.
The words sound strange, almost foreign, coming from the lips of others. You still haven’t gotten used to it.
You nod in acknowledgment and turn your attention to the young girl who had caught your eye earlier. She has a contagious smile on her face, and you feel a little lighter just looking at her.
“$name, you’re here.”
The lightness you felt for a moment disappears the second you hear his voice.
“Your Majesty.” You nod, curtly.
As you stand there, trying to maintain a polite facade, you notice the girl watching you curiously. Her amber eyes seem to sparkle with interest, and you can’t help but feel a little intimidated by her confident demeanor.
[[Continue|27-00]]“I’m glad you could join us, $name. I wanted to introduce you to the new additions to the court,” he says, gesturing to the young girl and a woman that you hadn’t noticed before. “This is Naima and this is her daughter Fadiya.”
Naima stands a few feet away from her daughter, her emerald green robes flowing effortlessly around her. Her dark hair is pulled back into a sleek bun, and when she fixes her piercing amber eyes on you, it feels as if she can see into the depths of your soul.
Fadiya, on the other hand, looks more playful and carefree. Her curly red hair tumbles down her shoulders in wild waves, and her amber eyes twinkle mischievously. She wears a simple white dress that seems to float around her, making her look almost ethereal.
“Naima will be joining the court as our Royal Mage,” Luceris continues, gesturing to Naima. “And Fadiya will be attending court as well, she will be attending lessons with you.”
You nod in understanding, recalling the discussions about the new appointment during one of the previous council meetings.
Luceris clears his throat and speaks again, “This is a historic moment for our nation. We are the first in the realm to have a Royal Mage in their court. It is a position of great responsibility and trust, and I have faith that Naima will serve us well.”
As Luceris speaks, you can feel the weight of the moment settling in. The position of Royal Mage is no small thing, and the fact that Rosea is the first to have one is significant. After all, who knows what kind of advances they could make in the field of magic with a mage in their court?
For hundreds of years, mages have been hunted and forced into hiding, their abilities feared and sought after. But now, with the appointment of Naima, hopefully, mages won’t have to hide any longer.
Before you can say anything, Luceris continues, “I thought it would be good for Fadiya to get a tour of the palace, and who better to give it to her than our own Royal Consort?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head firmly. “I apologize, but I have matters to attend to. I’m afraid I won’t be able to give Fadiya a tour.”|27-1][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You take a deep breath and force a smile onto your face. “Of course, Your Majesty. I would be happy to give Fadiya a tour of the palace.”|27-2][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of everyone’s expectant gazes on you. “I apologize, but I have matters to attend to. I’m afraid I won’t be able to give Fadiya a tour.”|27-3][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hesitate for a moment but then nod slightly. “Of course, Your Majesty.” You glance at Fadiya, then quickly look away. “I would be happy to give Fadiya a tour of the palace.”|27-4][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You can feel the weight of his gaze on you as he speaks, “I see. Well, perhaps you can reschedule those for another time.”<<set $ch2decline to "true">>
“I’m sure Lady Amara can give Fadiya a tour,” you suggest, feeling a tinge of guilt for pushing the misfortune of Lady Amara’s company on someone else.
Luceris seems to consider this for a moment before nodding. “Very well. Lady Amara will give Fadiya a tour. But I expect you to attend to her needs while she’s at court.”
You nod, relieved that he has finally dropped the subject. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
With that, Luceris turns back to the council, and you take the opportunity to slip out of the room.
[[Continue|28-A]]“Excellent. I’ll leave you to it then,” Luceris says, turning to leave the chamber. The ministers and Naima follow suit, leaving you alone with Fadiya.
You catch Fadiya’s gaze, and your attention is drawn to the glimmer in her eyes. “Shall we go then?”
Fadiya nods, however, a sudden panic strikes her. “Hold on a second, where’s Asha?” Fadiya’s voice is frantic, and her eyes dart around the room in a desperate search.
“Who?”
Fadiya’s eyes widen as she frantically searches the room. She begins to look under tables and chairs, her movements erratic. After a moment, she spots something and her face lights up.
“There you are!” she exclaims as she crawls under the table. You hear a loud croak, and Fadiya pulls out a frog, which is as big as a small cat.
“This is Asha!” she announces proudly, as she strokes the frog’s slimy skin. “Say hello, Asha.” Fadiya encourages, and the frog croaks in response.
“Well, Asha is certainly a unique addition to the court,” you comment and it makes Fadiya’s grin widen.
“She’s my friend!” she explains, holding Asha close to her chest. “A mage we were traveling with gave her something, and now she’s huge, she can also change colors!”
You look down at Asha, the large frog.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Something about that frog makes you feel uneasy. Probably the eyes.|28-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You find Asha adorable.|28-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not particularly fond of frogs but Asha seems sweet.|28-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A color-changing frog sounds amazing.|28-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You simply don’t like Asha.|28-1]]</span>You can feel the weight of his gaze on you as he speaks, “I see. Well, perhaps you can reschedule those for another time.”<<set $ch2decline to "true">>
“I’m sure Lady Amara can give Fadiya a tour,” you suggest, feeling a tinge of guilt for pushing the misfortune of Lady Amara’s company on someone else.
Luceris seems to consider this for a moment before nodding. “Very well. Lady Amara will give Fadiya a tour. But I expect you to attend to her needs while she’s at court.”
You nod, relieved that he has finally dropped the subject. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
With that, Luceris turns back to the council, and you take the opportunity to slip out of the room.
[[Continue|28-A]]“Excellent. I’ll leave you to it then,” Luceris says, turning to leave the chamber. The ministers and Naima follow suit, leaving you alone with Fadiya.
You catch Fadiya’s gaze, and your attention is drawn to the glimmer in her eyes. “Shall we go then?”
Fadiya nods, however, a sudden panic strikes her. “Hold on a second, where’s Asha?” Fadiya’s voice is frantic, and her eyes dart around the room in a desperate search.
“Who?”
Fadiya’s eyes widen as she frantically searches the room. She begins to look under tables and chairs, her movements erratic. After a moment, she spots something and her face lights up.
“There you are!” she exclaims as she crawls under the table. You hear a loud croak, and Fadiya pulls out a frog, which is as big as a small cat.
“This is Asha!” she announces proudly, as she strokes the frog’s slimy skin. “Say hello, Asha.” Fadiya encourages, and the frog croaks in response.
“Well, Asha is certainly a unique addition to the court,” you comment and it makes Fadiya’s grin widen.
“She’s my friend!” she explains, holding Asha close to her chest. “A mage we were traveling with gave her something, and now she’s huge, she can also change colors!”
You look down at Asha, the large frog.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Something about that frog makes you feel uneasy. Probably the eyes.|28-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You find Asha adorable.|28-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not particularly fond of frogs but Asha seems sweet.|28-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A color-changing frog sounds amazing.|28-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You simply don’t like Asha.|28-1]]</span><<set $ch2decline to "true">>You make your way back to your chambers, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you shut the door behind you. You spend the next few hours catching up on some studies, but the monotony is interrupted by a sudden crashing sound. Your head snaps up, and you listen intently, trying to pinpoint where the noise had come from.
You hear another crash, and this time, you’re able to identify it as coming from the hallway. You move quickly to the door and open it, peering out into the dimly lit corridor.
“What’s going on?” you ask the guards stationed outside of your room.
“It’s the young girl, Fadiya, Your Majesty,” one of them replies. “She’s here for a tour of the palace, but she seems to have lost her frog, and it’s bumping into things.”
You let out a sigh, realizing that you can’t hide in your chambers forever. “I’ll take care of it,” you say, stepping out into the hallway. You see Lady Amara standing outside, her arms crossed over her chest, a grim look on her face.
You follow the sound of the crashing, which leads you to a nearby room. You push open the door to find Fadiya, looking frazzled, and her frog bouncing around the room, knocking over vases and books.
You spend the next few minutes trying to catch the frog, which seems to be enjoying the chaos it’s causing. Finally, you manage to grab hold of it and hand it back to Fadiya.
“Thank you,” she says, beaming at you. “I’m sorry for causing a disturbance.”
“It’s quite alright,” you reply, “Just be careful with your frog in the future, alright?”
She nods eagerly then looks down at her pet, “This is Asha! Say hello, Asha.”
The frog croaks in response.
“Well, Asha is certainly a unique addition to the court,” you say.
Fadiya’s grin widens as she proudly introduces Asha. “She’s my friend! A mage we were traveling with gave her something, and now she’s huge, she can also change colors!”
You look down at Asha, the large frog.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Something about that frog makes you feel uneasy. Probably the eyes.|28-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You find Asha adorable.|28-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not particularly fond of frogs but Asha seems sweet.|28-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A color-changing frog sounds amazing.|28-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You simply don’t like Asha.|28-1]]</span><<if $ch2decline is "true">>You try to hide your discomfort and focus on Fadiya. “That’s fascinating, Fadiya. You should rejoin Lady Amara for the rest of the tour.”
Fadiya nods in agreement before turning towards the door, Asha now nestled comfortably in the crook of her arm.
As she walks towards the door, Fadiya turns her head to look back at you.
She raises her hand in a friendly wave, bidding goodbye with a cheerful grin. Asha, still comfortable in Fadiya’s arms, croaks a gentle farewell, adding her voice to the farewell.<<else>>You try to hide your discomfort and focus on Fadiya. “That’s fascinating, Fadiya. Shall we begin the tour?”
Fadiya nods eagerly and gets up, Asha perched comfortably in her arms. You lead her out of the council chamber, making your way through the palace.<</if>><<set $MCfrog to 10>>
[[Continue|CMG1]]<<if $ch2decline is "true">>Fadiya seems to notice your fondness for Asha and her grin grows wider. “Do you want to hold her?” she asks, holding Asha out towards you.
You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you want to hold the large frog, but Fadiya’s eager expression is infectious. You reach out and take Asha, surprised by how heavy and slimy she is.
Asha blinks her large eyes at you, “She’s quite a unique companion,” you say, handing Asha back to Fadiya. “You should rejoin Lady Amara for the rest of the tour.”
Fadiya nods in agreement before turning towards the door, Asha now nestled comfortably in the crook of her arm.
As she walks towards the door, Fadiya turns her head to look back at you.
She raises her hand in a friendly wave, bidding goodbye with a cheerful grin. Asha, still comfortable in Fadiya’s arms, croaks a gentle farewell, adding her voice to the farewell.<<else>>Fadiya seems to notice your fondness for Asha and her grin grows wider. “Do you want to hold her?” she asks, holding Asha out towards you.
You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you want to hold the large frog, but Fadiya’s eager expression is infectious. You reach out and take Asha, surprised by how heavy and slimy she is.
Asha blinks her large eyes at you, and you can’t help but smile at her. “She’s quite a unique companion,” you say, handing Asha back to Fadiya. “Shall we begin the tour?”
Fadiya nods eagerly and gets up, Asha perched comfortably in her arms. You lead her out of the council chamber, making your way through the palace.<</if>><<set $MCfrog to 60>>
[[Continue|CMG1]]<<if $ch2decline is "true">>You crouch down to get a better look at Asha, who seems to be content to sit in Fadiya’s arms. “She’s quite impressive,” you say, “You should rejoin Lady Amara for the rest of the tour.”
Fadiya nods in agreement before turning towards the door, Asha now nestled comfortably in the crook of her arm.
As she walks towards the door, Fadiya turns her head to look back at you.
She raises her hand in a friendly wave, bidding goodbye with a cheerful grin. Asha, still comfortable in Fadiya’s arms, croaks a gentle farewell, adding her voice to the farewell.<<else>>You crouch down to get a better look at Asha, who seems to be content to sit in Fadiya’s arms. “She’s quite impressive,” you say.
Fadiya beams at your approval, and you can’t help but feel a little more at ease around her. You stand up and offer your arm to Fadiya. “Shall we continue with the tour?”
Fadiya nods eagerly and gets up, Asha perched comfortably in her arms. You lead her out of the council chamber, making your way through the palace.<</if>><<set $MCfrog to 45>>
[[Continue|CMG1]]<div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">30 Sahira, 1448</div><<set $age to 15>>
You wake up to the impact of something jumping onto your bed. At first, you think it’s just a dream, but then you feel the weight of it as it jumps again.
“Wake up, it’s the last day of the year!”
You groan, rolling over and rubbing your eyes. It takes a moment for your sleep-fogged brain to register where you are and what day it is.
You sit up, blinking in the dim light filtering in through the curtains. Fadiya is standing at the foot of your bed, her arms crossed over her chest and a playful glint in her eyes. You look down and see Asha sitting on the thin blanket on top of your legs.
“Come on, Your Majesty,” she says, a hint of mischief in her voice. “It’s the last day of the year. We have to make it count.”
“What time is it?”
Fadiya has a terrible habit of waking you up every day, likely at the wishes of her mother or Lancelot.
“Early. But I have something to show you.” Fadiya grins mischievously and waves a bottle of liquid in front of you.
“What is it?” you ask, intrigued despite your grogginess.
“It’s a potion,” Fadiya confirms. “I spent weeks concocting it. Do you know how much energy it took for me to make? No wonder the ingredients aren’t sold in the market.”
You take the bottle into your own hands, inspecting it closely. It’s a small vial, filled with a deep blue liquid that seems to swirl and shimmer under the low light.
“What is it for?”
“It’s a potion that can change your appearance,” Fadiya explains, a twinkle in her eyes. “I thought we could use it to sneak out of the palace tonight and go celebrate the new year with the rest of the population. It’ll be a nice change of pace.”
[[Continue|29-00]]You shake your head and hand the potion back to Fadiya, “You know I don’t like celebrations.”
Fadiya’s expression softens, and she sits down next to you on the bed.
“I know,” she says, “You haven’t been outside in a while, don’t you want to see what’s out there? You can’t stay in here forever, besides, it’s the last day of the year. We should celebrate it properly.”
Her words sound familiar to you, you’ve been hearing the same words for the last few years, “I see, did Sir Lancelot put you up to this?”
Fadiya hesitates for a moment before nodding, her eyes darting towards the floor before meeting yours. “Yes, he did. He worries for you, and so do I.”
You let out a deep sigh. It’s clear to you that both Fadiya and Lancelot have good intentions, but their care has become an unwelcome burden.
“I don’t know, Fadiya. It’s just...”
“Just what?” Fadiya prompts gently.
You hesitate before admitting, “I don’t want to be around them, I don’t want to celebrate. I’m just tired all the time. Besides, I will have to go out today regardless of how I feel.”
Fadiya nods sympathetically, “But that is different! You will only stand there, you won’t be enjoying yourself,” she says. “You’ve been stuck in this routine for so long, it might be good for you to try something different.”
Asha croaks in agreement.
It’s tempting, the idea of being able to blend in with the crowd and not be recognized for who you are, to wear a disguise and go unnoticed. But a part of you doesn’t want to hide who you are, why should you have to hide who you are to be happy for a few moments?
Fadiya seems to sense your hesitation and takes a deep breath before speaking again.
“Look, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” she says, her voice soft, “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, and so is Sir Lancelot and mama. We care about you, and we don’t like seeing you like this.”
The last six years have been confusing. Some days, you wake up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world, while other days, the weight of exhaustion drags you down like a heavy anchor.
But amidst the chaos, you found solace in a routine – a cycle of going to lessons, eating, and sleeping. It’s not a perfect fix, but it keeps you grounded, occupying your mind and body with tasks that need to be accomplished.
“I’ll think about it,” you say finally, giving her a small smile. “Thank you for making the potion.”
Fadiya returns your smile, relieved that you’re at least considering her offer.
“Of course. Let me know before dinner though! I will need to make some preparations.”
With that, she gets up from the bed and heads for the door, Asha follows behind and they leave the room.
You look out the window, the sun is just starting to rise over the horizon. The new year is upon you, and you inevitably wonder what it will bring.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link [[You’ve grown tired in the last few years and you keep your emotions inside.|29-1]]>> <<set $disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link [[You’ve grown tired in the last few years, and Fadiya knows that. You’re not someone who keeps their emotions bottled up inside.|29-1]]>><<set $disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></span>You think back to Fadiya’s words, or rather Lancelot’s words.
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years, you have grown closer to Lancelot, you see him as a father figure.|30-0-A][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 80, 0, 100), $Lancelot_father to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years you have grown closer to Lancelot, he’s like family to you.|30-0-A][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 70, 0, 100), $Lancelot_family to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years, your relationship with Lancelot has been pleasant, you enjoy spending time together.|30-0-A][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 60, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years, your relationship with Lancelot has been friendly but not particularly close. You enjoy spending time with him, but you don’t confide in him the way you might with a closer friend.|30-0-B][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 50, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years, your relationship with Lancelot has been cordial but not close. You don’t enjoy spending time with him, and you don’t feel a connection with him.|30-0-dis][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 40, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years, your relationship with Lancelot has deteriorated significantly. You hardly ever talk, and when you do, it’s usually brief.|30-0-F][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 30, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[In the last few years, you’ve grown to hate Lancelot and avoid him whenever possible.|30-0-F][$L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs + 15, 0, 100)]]</span><<set $MCdisLan to "true">>Some people will tell you that he means well but it doesn’t matter, you want nothing to do with him.
Somehow, he has still been a constant presence in your life, always trying to help you in his own way; he is a stubborn fool who tries to connect with you despite the negative feelings you harbor toward him. He has always been the one to suggest going to social events, trying new things, and breaking out of your routine.
You don’t know why he keeps on being persistent when you’ve always given him the cold shoulder.
As you sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window as the sun rises, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The thought of crawling back under the covers and sleeping the day away is tempting, but something deep inside of you tells you that it’s not the right decision.
You take a deep breath and stand up, feeling the cool floor beneath your feet. As you near the window, you hear voices outside. Curiosity piqued, you take a glance and you see two people walking towards the exit of the palace complex.
You could recognize that white hair anywhere. Even from a distance, his hair looks silky and almost glowing, as if reflecting the sunlight.
You watch from above as they walk away. Helios looks happy and carefree, as always, and you wonder what it would be like to have a life like his. You quickly dismiss the thought, knowing that your reality is far different.
While you don’t share the same intensity of animosity towards him as you do towards his father, there is still a distance between you two.
<<if hasVisited("16-0-B4")>>You suppose it’s due to the fact you shattered the fairytale he was living in by telling him the truth about his father but then he seems to remain the same lively person you had met six years ago. The only difference is that he no longer tries to talk to you, it makes you wonder, does it help him maintain the facade he lives in?<<else>> You suppose he no longer tries to talk to you due to the coldness you showed towards him when you first met him. Although you didn’t tell him the truth, you’re certain he knows it by now.
It makes you wonder, does ignoring your existence help him maintain the facade he lives in?<</if>>
Where were they going so early in the morning?
When you snap out of your thoughts, you see a pair of dark blue eyes turn in your direction. You quickly step back, hoping that $H_heshe didn’t see you. For a moment, you freeze, unsure of what to do. But then Hunter turns away, continuing $H_hisher conversation with Helios.
You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts aside. You straighten your posture, take one last glance out the window, and pick up the bell.
You ring it, signaling for a servant to come as you’ve woken up. It’s time to start the day and face whatever challenges it may bring.
[[Continue|31-0]]He has been there for you when you needed someone to talk to, and he has been patient with you when you were difficult to deal with. His concern for you has never wavered, he has always been the one to suggest going to social events, trying new things, and breaking out of your routine. At times, you’ve been annoyed by his persistence, but you also know that he cares deeply about your well-being.
As you sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window as the sun rises, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The thought of crawling back under the covers and sleeping the day away is tempting, but something deep inside of you tells you that it’s not the right decision.
You take a deep breath and stand up, feeling the cool floor beneath your feet. As you near the window, you hear voices outside. Curiosity piqued, you take a glance and you see two people walking towards the exit of the palace complex.
You could recognize that white hair anywhere. Even from a distance, his hair looks silky and almost glowing, as if reflecting the sunlight.
You watch from above as they walk away. Helios looks happy and carefree, as always, and you wonder what it would be like to have a life like his. You quickly dismiss the thought, knowing that your reality is far different.
While you don’t share the same intensity of animosity towards him as you do towards his father, there is still a distance between you two.
<<if hasVisited("16-0-B4")>>You suppose it’s due to the fact you shattered the fairytale he was living in by telling him the truth about his father but then he seems to remain the same lively person you had met six years ago. The only difference is that he no longer tries to talk to you, it makes you wonder, does it help him maintain the facade he lives in?<<else>>You suppose he no longer tries to talk to you due to the coldness you showed towards him when you first met him. Although you didn’t tell him the truth, you know that he knows it by now.
It makes you wonder, does ignoring your existence help him maintain the facade he lives in?<</if>>
Where were they going so early in the morning?
When you snap out of your thoughts, you see a pair of dark blue eyes turn in your direction. You quickly step back, hoping that $H_heshe didn’t see you. For a moment, you freeze, unsure of what to do. But then Hunter turns away, continuing $H_hisher conversation with Helios.
You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts aside. You straighten your posture, take one last glance out the window, and pick up the bell.
You ring it, signaling for a servant to come as you’ve woken up. It’s time to start the day and face whatever challenges it may bring.
[[Continue|31-0]]Some people will tell you that he means well but it doesn’t matter, you want nothing to do with him.
Somehow, he has still been a constant presence in your life, always trying to help you in his own way; he is a stubborn fool who tries to connect with you despite the negative feelings you harbor toward him. He has always been the one to suggest going to social events, trying new things, and breaking out of your routine.
You don’t know why he keeps on being persistent when you’ve always given him the cold shoulder.
As you sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window as the sun rises, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The thought of crawling back under the covers and sleeping the day away is tempting, but something deep inside of you tells you that it’s not the right decision.
You take a deep breath and stand up, feeling the cool floor beneath your feet. As you near the window, you hear voices outside. Curiosity piqued, you take a glance and you see two people walking towards the exit of the palace complex.
You could recognize that white hair anywhere. Even from a distance, his hair looks silky and almost glowing, as if reflecting the sunlight.
You watch from above as they walk away. Helios looks happy and carefree, as always, and you wonder what it would be like to have a life like his. You quickly dismiss the thought, knowing that your reality is far different.
While you don’t share the same intensity of animosity towards him as you do towards his father, there is still a distance between you two.
<<if hasVisited("16-0-B4")>>You suppose it’s due to the fact you shattered the fairytale he was living in by telling him the truth about his father but then he seems to remain the same lively person you had met six years ago. The only difference is that he no longer tries to talk to you, it makes you wonder, does it help him maintain the facade he lives in?<<else>>You suppose he no longer tries to talk to you due to the coldness you showed towards him when you first met him. Although you didn’t tell him the truth, you’re certain he knows it by now.
It makes you wonder, does ignoring your existence help him maintain the facade he lives in? <</if>>
Where were they going so early in the morning?
When you snap out of your thoughts, you see a pair of dark blue eyes turn in your direction. You quickly step back, hoping that $H_heshe didn’t see you. For a moment, you freeze, unsure of what to do. But then Hunter turns away, continuing $H_hisher conversation with Helios.
You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts aside. You straighten your posture, take one last glance out the window, and pick up the bell.
You ring it, signaling for a servant to come as you’ve woken up. It’s time to start the day and face whatever challenges it may bring.
[[Continue|31-0]]His concern for you has never wavered. He is always been the one to suggest going to social events, trying new things, and breaking out of your routine. At times, you’ve been annoyed by his persistence, but you also know that he cares deeply about your well-being.
As you sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window as the sun rises, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The thought of crawling back under the covers and sleeping the day away is tempting, but something deep inside of you tells you that it’s not the right decision.
You take a deep breath and stand up, feeling the cool floor beneath your feet. As you near the window, you hear voices outside. Curiosity piqued, you take a glance and you see two people walking towards the exit of the palace complex.
You could recognize that white hair anywhere. Even from a distance, his hair looks silky and almost glowing, as if reflecting the sunlight.
You watch from above as they walk away. Helios looks happy and carefree, as always, and you wonder what it would be like to have a life like his. You quickly dismiss the thought, knowing that your reality is far different.
While you don’t share the same intensity of animosity towards him as you do towards his father, there is still a distance between you two.
<<if hasVisited("16-0-B4")>>You suppose it’s due to the fact you shattered the fairytale he was living in by telling him the truth about his father but then he seems to remain the same lively person you had met six years ago. The only difference is that he no longer tries to talk to you, it makes you wonder, does it help him maintain the facade he lives in?<<else>> You suppose he no longer tries to talk to you due to the coldness you showed towards him when you first met him. Although you didn’t tell him the truth, you’re certain he knows it by now.
It makes you wonder, does ignoring your existence help him maintain the facade he lives in? <</if>>
Where were they going so early in the morning?
When you snap out of your thoughts, you see a pair of dark blue eyes turn in your direction. You quickly step back, hoping that $H_heshe didn’t see you. For a moment, you freeze, unsure of what to do. But then Hunter turns away, continuing $H_hisher conversation with Helios.
You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts aside. You straighten your posture, take one last glance out the window, and pick up the bell.
You ring it, signaling for a servant to come as you’ve woken up. It’s time to start the day and face whatever challenges it may bring.
[[Continue|31-0]]Moments pass but there’s no sign of anyone so you ring the bell again, this time more insistently.
After a few moments, a servant appears, bowing respectfully. “Good morning, Your Majesty.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You furrow your brows and raise your voice slightly. “You’re late,” you say sternly.|31-1][$servant_rs to 45, $charm to Math.clamp($charm - 7, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re late,” you say plainly.|31-1][$servant_rs to 48, $charm to Math.clamp($charm - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile kindly at the servant and don’t mention the tardiness.|31-B][$servant_rs to 55, $charm to Math.clamp($charm + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t mention the tardiness.|31-B][$servant_rs to 52]]</span>The servant bows deeper, “My apologies, Your Majesty. I will make sure to be more prompt in the future.”
You nod, satisfied with the response. “Prepare my bath and pick out my clothes for the day.”
The servant nods and hurries out of the room, leaving you alone once again.
The servants have become more compliant in the last few years, you can’t help but recall the countless times they used to glare at you with undisguised contempt as if the very sight of you was enough to irk them.
They also no longer serve you old food or accidentally rip your clothes as they used to do in the past.
Things have changed in the last few years. They no longer treat you like a nuisance or an inconvenience. The servants may not treat you with the amount of deference that you deserve as royalty, but at least they’re no longer actively trying to make your life miserable.
You take a deep breath and walk out of the room towards the bathroom — the chamber of mirrors.
As you enter, your eyes are immediately drawn to the patterns of light that dance across the walls and ceiling. The tiny mirrors that adorn the surface catch the flicker of the candles, creating a display of shimmering reflections. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still quite beautiful.
You step into the water and it envelops your body, the coolness of it against your warm skin feels refreshing. You close your eyes to savor the moment of peace and tranquility.
The cool water is a welcome relief, especially for someone like you whose body temperature runs naturally warm, unlike the local population whose body temperature is naturally colder, perfect for the hot climate. You let out a contented sigh, feeling grateful for this moment of respite from the unforgiving climate that surrounds you.
You hear the sound of footsteps approaching and open your eyes to see one of the servants standing by the entrance with a ton of clothes.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” they say, bowing respectfully. “I have brought a selection of clothes for you to choose from.”
“Thank you,” you reply, and the servant enters, laying out your clothes for the day.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear the colors of Vesphire, red and gold.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "Vesphire"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear the colors of Rosea, blue, and silver.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "Rosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear only white, the color of mourning.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "mourning"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear dark colors.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "dark"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear calm and soft colors, such as pastels.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "pastel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear bright colors.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "bright"]]</span>“I would like to take a bath and have some clothes picked out for me, please,” you say.
The servant nods and hurries out of the room, leaving you alone once again.
The servants have become more compliant in the last few years, you can’t help but recall the countless times they used to glare at you with undisguised contempt as if the very sight of you was enough to irk them.
They also no longer serve you old food or accidentally rip your clothes as they used to do in the past.
Things have changed in the last few years. They no longer treat you like a nuisance or an inconvenience. The servants may not treat you with the amount of deference that you deserve as royalty, but at least they’re no longer actively trying to make your life miserable.
You take a deep breath and walk out of the room towards the bathroom — the chamber of mirrors.
As you enter, your eyes are immediately drawn to the patterns of light that dance across the walls and ceiling. The tiny mirrors that adorn the surface catch the flicker of the candles, creating a display of shimmering reflections. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still quite beautiful.
You step into the water and it envelops your body, the coolness of it against your warm skin feels refreshing. You close your eyes to savor the moment of peace and tranquility.
The cool water is a welcome relief, especially for someone like you whose body temperature runs naturally warm, unlike the local population whose body temperature is naturally colder, perfect for the hot climate. You let out a contented sigh, feeling grateful for this moment of respite from the unforgiving climate that surrounds you.
You hear the sound of footsteps approaching and open your eyes to see one of the servants standing by the entrance with a ton of clothes.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” they say, bowing respectfully. “I have brought a selection of clothes for you to choose from.”
“Thank you,” you reply, and the servant enters, laying out your clothes for the day.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear the colors of Vesphire, red and gold.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "Vesphire"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear the colors of Rosea, blue, and silver.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "Rosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear only white, the color of mourning.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "mourning"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear dark colors.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "dark"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear calm and soft colors, such as pastels.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "pastel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You typically wear bright colors.|32-A][$clothingcolor to "bright"]]</span>“Your Majesty, I have been informed that the emperor requests your presence at breakfast this morning,” they say, their voice quivering slightly as if awaiting for you to have an outburst.
These past few years have been uneventful, which you’re grateful for, and you’ve received everything Luceris had promised to you. Yet the peacefulness of your life, the fine clothing, and the cool water, all mean nothing when compared to the loss of your loved ones.
However, he has become a distant figure in your life, you only see him at official events or when his duties require your presence. His invitation to breakfast is unexpected, and you can’t help but feel a sense of unease at the prospect of being alone with him.
“Your Majesty?”
<span class="choice-normal"><<link [[“Tell him I hope my sister somehow poisoned his food. And if that wasn’t clear enough, it means I will not be having breakfast with him.”|33-A]]>><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell him I won’t be coming.”|33-B][$Luc_rs to Math.clamp($Luc_rs - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell him I’ll be there soon.”|33-C][$Luc_rs to Math.clamp($Luc_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell him I’ll be there soon.” But don’t go.|33-D][$Luc_rs to Math.clamp($Luc_rs - 3, 0, 100)]]</span><<set $ch2hsp to "true">><<set $Luc_rs to Math.clamp($Luc_rs + 3, 0, 100)>>The servant looks taken aback, but quickly recovers and bows respectfully. “As you wish, Your Majesty,” they say before quickly exiting the room.
You let out a sigh, feeling a sense of satisfaction. You’re glad you stood your ground but another part of you wonders if you’re only making things worse by refusing to meet with him.
You get out of the tub and dry yourself before walking over to the clothes that have been laid out.
<<if $clothingstyle is "female" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is red and gold, the colors of your home.
It’s a deep shade of crimson with elaborate gold detailing, with delicate patterns woven into the fabric that seems to glow in the candlelight.<</if>><<if $clothingstyle is "male" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of your home.
It’s crimson red with gold embroidery adorning the cuffs and collar. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Vesphire" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a red and gold ensemble, the colors of your home.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a gold-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same crimson red as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is light blue and silver, the colors of Rosea. The dress is made of a light, sheer fabric that feels soft against your skin. The light blue and silver patterns on the dress are reminiscent of the waves of the ocean.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of Rosea.
The shirt is light blue, made of an airy material that will be perfect for the warm weather outside, with silver thread embroidered in swirling patterns that dance across the fabric. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a light blue and silver ensemble, the colors of Rosea.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a silver-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same light blue as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a white dress, the color of mourning.
The dress is made of a delicate, sheer fabric that catches the light, almost shimmering in the candlelight. It is adorned with elaborate lacework, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise simple design.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the white shirt, the color of mourning.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with delicate lace along the collar and cuffs. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a white ensemble, the color of mourning.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a lace trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a dark, richly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a soft, lightly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a bright dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>>
[[Continue|34-1-B]]The servant looks surprised at your response but quickly recovers and bows respectfully. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
You let out a sigh, feeling a sense of satisfaction. You’re glad you stood your ground but another part of you wonders if you’re only making things worse by refusing to meet with him.
<<if $clothingstyle is "female" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is red and gold, the colors of your home.
It’s a deep shade of crimson with elaborate gold detailing, with delicate patterns woven into the fabric that seems to glow in the candlelight.<</if>><<if $clothingstyle is "male" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of your home.
It’s crimson red with gold embroidery adorning the cuffs and collar. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Vesphire" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a red and gold ensemble, the colors of your home.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a gold-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same crimson red as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is light blue and silver, the colors of Rosea. The dress is made of a light, sheer fabric that feels soft against your skin. The light blue and silver patterns on the dress are reminiscent of the waves of the ocean.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of Rosea.
The shirt is light blue, made of an airy material that will be perfect for the warm weather outside, with silver thread embroidered in swirling patterns that dance across the fabric. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a light blue and silver ensemble, the colors of Rosea.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a silver-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same light blue as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a white dress, the color of mourning.
The dress is made of a delicate, sheer fabric that catches the light, almost shimmering in the candlelight. It is adorned with elaborate lacework, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise simple design.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the white shirt, the color of mourning.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with delicate lace along the collar and cuffs. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a white ensemble, the color of mourning.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a lace trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a dark, richly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a soft, lightly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a bright dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>>
[[Continue|34-1-B]]The servant nods and bows respectfully before leaving the bathroom. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
You know you can’t avoid him forever, might as well get it over with.
<<if $clothingstyle is "female" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is red and gold, the colors of your home.
It’s a deep shade of crimson with elaborate gold detailing, with delicate patterns woven into the fabric that seems to glow in the candlelight.<</if>><<if $clothingstyle is "male" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of your home.
It’s crimson red with gold embroidery adorning the cuffs and collar. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Vesphire" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a red and gold ensemble, the colors of your home.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a gold-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same crimson red as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is light blue and silver, the colors of Rosea. The dress is made of a light, sheer fabric that feels soft against your skin. The light blue and silver patterns on the dress are reminiscent of the waves of the ocean.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of Rosea.
The shirt is light blue, made of an airy material that will be perfect for the warm weather outside, with silver thread embroidered in swirling patterns that dance across the fabric. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a light blue and silver ensemble, the colors of Rosea.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a silver-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same light blue as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a white dress, the color of mourning.
The dress is made of a delicate, sheer fabric that catches the light, almost shimmering in the candlelight. It is adorned with elaborate lacework, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise simple design.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the white shirt, the color of mourning.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with delicate lace along the collar and cuffs. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a white ensemble, the color of mourning.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a lace trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a dark, richly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a soft, lightly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a bright dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>>
As you make your way to the dining room, you can feel your nerves increasing. You don’t know what to expect, but you know that it’s important to maintain a calm and collected demeanor. You have an inkling that he likes seeing you upset.
As you enter the room, you see Luceris sitting at the head of the table, dressed in his usual dark blue robe.
“Good morning,” he says, gesturing for you to take a seat.
You take your seat, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. “Good morning,” you reply, keeping your tone even.
“I trust you slept well?” he asks, pouring himself a cup of tea.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “Why are you trying to make small talk?”|34-1-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go along with him, “Yes.”|34-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll sleep well the day you die,” you tell him with a smile.|34-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll sleep well the day you die.” You glare at him.|34-4]]</span>The servant nods and bows respectfully before leaving the bathroom. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
You know that avoiding him is not a sustainable solution, but you simply do not want to face him right now.
<<if $clothingstyle is "female" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is red and gold, the colors of your home.
It’s a deep shade of crimson with elaborate gold detailing, with delicate patterns woven into the fabric that seems to glow in the candlelight.<</if>><<if $clothingstyle is "male" and $clothingcolor is "Vesphire">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of your home.
It’s crimson red with gold embroidery adorning the cuffs and collar. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Vesphire" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a red and gold ensemble, the colors of your home.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a gold-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same crimson red as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a dress that is light blue and silver, the colors of Rosea. The dress is made of a light, sheer fabric that feels soft against your skin. The light blue and silver patterns on the dress are reminiscent of the waves of the ocean.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the shirt that has the colors of Rosea.
The shirt is light blue, made of an airy material that will be perfect for the warm weather outside, with silver thread embroidered in swirling patterns that dance across the fabric. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "Rosea" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a light blue and silver ensemble, the colors of Rosea.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a silver-threaded trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same light blue as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a white dress, the color of mourning.
The dress is made of a delicate, sheer fabric that catches the light, almost shimmering in the candlelight. It is adorned with elaborate lacework, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise simple design.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to the white shirt, the color of mourning.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with delicate lace along the collar and cuffs. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "mourning" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep coming back to a particular set of clothing - a white ensemble, the color of mourning.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with a lace trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a dark, richly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "dark" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a dark, richly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a soft, lightly-hued dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "pastel" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a soft, lightly-hued tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "female">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes keep lingering on a bright dress.
The fabric is soft to the touch, and as you run your fingers over it, you like the way the material flows effortlessly. The dress has a simple yet elegant design, with flowing sleeves that billow out at the wrists.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "male">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright shirt.
It’s a soft cotton shirt that is embroidered with embroidery around the neckline. The shirt’s fabric is so light and airy that it feels like a second skin against your body. You pick out a matching pair of loose-flowing pants, the fabric is soft to the touch and you can already feel the coolness of the fabric against your skin.<</if>><<if $clothingcolor is "bright" and $clothingstyle is "neutral">>You scan through the clothes laid out in front of you, but your eyes linger on a bright tunic.
The tunic is made of the finest silk, with an embroidery trim that runs along the hemline and cuffs. The pants are the same dark color as the tunic, with a subtle pattern woven into the fabric that catches the light just right.<</if>>
[[Continue|34-1-B]]“I thought it would be a good idea to start our day off on a positive note,” he says.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Very well,” you say, reaching for the teapot and pouring yourself a cup, keeping your eyes on the liquid as you do so.
Luceris clears his throat, “I wanted to remind you that we will make a public appearance for the New Year’s Celebration. Just like we’ve done for the last four years.” he says.
You nod, knowing that this is a significant event for the people of Rosea. The streets of Aurang are filled with food stalls and vibrant festivities every year, and the public stays up all night eagerly anticipating the first sunrise of the year.
“I understand,” you say, taking a sip of tea.
“I also wanted to discuss the matter of your security.” he continues, his tone becoming more serious.
You look up, curious. “What about it?”
“I’ve received some reports,” he says, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I think it’s best if we increase your security measures during the celebration.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? What kind of reports?”|35-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? Does it have to do with my sister?”|35-2]]</span>He nods, taking a sip of his tea.
Luceris clears his throat, “I wanted to remind you that we will make a public appearance for the New Year’s Celebration. Just like we’ve done for the last four years.” he says.
You nod, knowing that this is a significant event for the people of Rosea. The streets of Aurang are filled with food stalls and vibrant festivities every year, and the public stays up all night eagerly anticipating the first sunrise of the year.
“I understand,” you say, taking a sip of tea.
“I also wanted to discuss the matter of your security.” he continues, his tone becoming more serious.
You look up, curious. “What about it?”
“I’ve received some reports,” he says, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I think it’s best if we increase your security measures during the celebration.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? What kind of reports?”|35-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? Does it have to do with my sister?”|35-2]]</span>Luceris arches an eyebrow, a smile forming on his lips. “Ah, the ever-charming $name,” he says, taking a sip of his tea. “Always a pleasure to start the day with a threat of my demise.”
Luceris always tries to play it cool, but you know he enjoys pushing your buttons, and seeing how far he can go before you snap.
You reach for the teapot and pour yourself a cup, keeping your eyes on the liquid as you do so.
Luceris clears his throat, “I wanted to remind you that we will make a public appearance for the New Year’s Celebration. Just like we’ve done for the last four years.” he says.
You nod, knowing that this is a significant event for the people of Rosea. The streets of Aurang are filled with food stalls and vibrant festivities every year, and the public stays up all night eagerly anticipating the first sunrise of the year.
“I understand,” you say, taking a sip of tea.
“I also wanted to discuss the matter of your security.” he continues, his tone becoming more serious.
You look up, curious. “What about it?”
“I’ve received some reports,” he says, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I think it’s best if we increase your security measures during the celebration.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? What kind of reports?”|35-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? Does it have to do with my sister?”|35-2]]</span>Luceris arches an eyebrow, a smile forming on his lips. “Ah, the ever-charming $name,” he says, taking a sip of his tea. “Always a pleasure to start the day with a threat of my demise.”
Luceris always tries to play it cool, but you know he enjoys pushing your buttons, and seeing how far he can go before you snap.
You reach for the teapot and pour yourself a cup, keeping your eyes on the liquid as you do so.
Luceris clears his throat, “I wanted to remind you that we will make a public appearance for the New Year’s Celebration. Just like we’ve done for the last four years.” he says.
You nod, knowing that this is a significant event for the people of Vesphire. The streets of Aurang are filled with food stalls and vibrant festivities every year, and the public stays up all night eagerly anticipating the first sunrise of the year.
“I understand,” you say, taking a sip of tea.
“I also wanted to discuss the matter of your security.” he continues, his tone becoming more serious.
You look up, curious. “What about it?”
“I’ve received some reports,” he says, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I think it’s best if we increase your security measures during the celebration.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? What kind of reports?”|35-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Reports? Does it have to do with my sister?”|35-2]]</span>“There have been people going missing in the capital, that’s why you’ll have more security.”
“I see,” you say, nodding. “Who is going to accompany me?”
“Well we will be all leaving together but aside from that Vincent will be your guard for this occasion.”
Silence fills the room for a few moments before Luceris speaks again, “He might not be a knight but he’s the best option right now, all the knights are busy so you’ll have to settle for a soldier.”
“Even Qasim and Sadira?”
He tilts his head as if trying to recall who they are, “They’re in charge of The Watch, it’s a big event so everyone is busy. It will be nice to have someone your age with you.”
He looks proud of himself, if he could then he would pat himself on the back.
You let out a sigh, you’re certain Vincent would throw you to the attackers before thinking of protecting you but you keep your thoughts to yourself and simply nod.
If death comes knocking on your door, you won’t turn him away.
[[Continue|36-0]]Luceris stares at you for a moment then lets out a scoff, “Not everything I do is related to her. It’s simply a precaution since there have been more people going missing in the capital.”
“I see,” you say, nodding. “Who is going to accompany me?”
“Well we will be all leaving together but aside from that Vincent will be your guard for this occasion.”
Silence fills the room for a few moments before Luceris speaks again, “He might not be a knight but he’s the best option right now, all the knights are busy so you’ll have to settle for a soldier.”
“Even Qasim and Sadira?”
He tilts his head as if trying to recall who they are, “They’re in charge of The Watch, it’s a big event so everyone is busy. It will be nice to have someone your age with you.”
He looks proud of himself, if he could then he would pat himself on the back.
You let out a sigh, you’re certain Vincent would throw you to the attackers before thinking of protecting you but you keep your thoughts to yourself and simply nod.
If death comes knocking on your door, you won’t turn him away.
[[Continue|36-0]]Following a few hours, a servant informs you that Lady Naima has arrived for your weekly arcana class and is waiting for you in the Grand Library. You hasten to finish your breakfast and make your way to the Grand Library, where Lady Naima greets you with a smile and initiates the lesson.
“Good morning, Your Majesty. Shall we begin?”
You nod in agreement, prompting Lady Naima to inquire, “Have you read the book that I assigned you?”
<span style="font-style:italic">Before the Sun and the Moon</span>
You know it tells the stories of gods and how magic first arrived in the world.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Again, you nod and affirm, “I have.”|36-1][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I have.” You didn’t but you believe that you can bluff your way through this.|36-2][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?” You read it but don’t remember any of it.|36-3][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I didn’t,” you say plainly.|36-4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You sit down to eat breakfast in your chambers, it’s a simple meal, consisting of toast and some fruit, but it’s enough to sustain you for the morning ahead.
As you eat, you notice a letter on the table next to your plate. Your heart races as you recognize the seal on the envelope. It’s from Luceris.
Why did he invite you to breakfast if he already had a letter written?
The letter is short and to the point, as is typical of Luceris.
<div style="text-align:center; margin: 10px 1px 15px 50px">Since I knew there was a large chance of you not showing up, I had this letter drafted beforehand.
This is a reminder you will have to make a public appearance at the New Year’s Celebration just like you have done for the last four years.
This year, however, your security will be a bit tighter due to the increase in the number of people going missing in the capital.
Unfortunately, all the knights have already been assigned to their duties so your extra personal guard will be a soldier. Not to worry though, it will just be Vincent.
He’s the best out of all the soldiers so you will be safe. I am not endangering you.<<if $ch2hsp is "true">>
Also, the poison remark was quite amusing.<</if>>
Yours, sincerely,
Luceris De Rosea.</div>
You stare blankly at the letter. This had to be on purpose.
You’re certain Vincent would throw you to the attackers before thinking of protecting you.
But you keep your thoughts to yourself and simply crumple up the letter and throw it across the room.
If death comes knocking on your door, you won’t turn him away.
[[Continue|36-0]]“Excellent, then please tell me what you recall from it.”
You take a deep breath and begin to recollect what you’ve learned, “The book recounts how the gods appeared during the dark ages of the old world and introduced magic. Powers were given to people as a means of protection and to unite them.”
Lady Naima nods, encouraging you to continue.
“The gods coexisted with humans for an extended period but vanished approximately 447 years ago. Since they arrived to aid humanity during tumultuous times, when we achieved stability they departed. Although, I don’t understand why magic disappeared when they left if it was given to protect us.”
Lady Naima smiles at you approvingly, “Very good, Your Majesty. The Arcana is a complex thing, and it’s widely believed that it disappeared because it was no longer necessary. Some believe that the mana within us was expelled into the world and the people who still have abilities have a mutation that allows them to take in that power. In the end, no one knows.”
You ponder her words for a moment before responding, “What do you think?”
Lady Naima leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “I believe the arcana never parted with the world, and it will always be here, whether we can see it or not. It’s like the wind or the stars, always present but not always visible. As for why it disappeared when the gods left, that’s a mystery we may never solve.”
You nod, taking in her words. Lady Naima always had a way of making you think about things in a new light.
The rest of the lesson passes by quickly, and before you know it, you’re free to go.
Lady Naima packs up her books and stands to leave but then looks towards you with a glimmer in her eyes, “Oh, are you planning on using that potion Fadiya made?”
You shake your head, “No, I don’t think so.”
Lady Naima raises an eyebrow, “Why not? It could be a fun experience for you, who knows what kind of adventure you might stumble upon.”
You pause, considering her words. Lady Naima always seemed to understand you in a way that few others did.
<<if $disciplined lte 50>>You give her a small smile, “Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.”<<else>>You hum thoughtfully, “Perhaps you’re right, I’ll think about it.”<</if>>
Lady Naima nods, “Good. Remember, Your Majesty, life is about balance. You cannot always stay cooped up in the palace. The world isn’t always as scary as we are told.”
[[Continue|37-0]]“Excellent, then please tell me what you recall from it.”
You take a deep breath and start to improvise, “Well, as I recall, the book recounts how the gods appeared during the dark ages of the old world and introduced magic. And powers were given to people as a means of protection and to unite them.” you say, trying to sound confident.
Lady Naima nods, encouraging you to continue.
You rack your brain, trying to come up with something but fail.
Lady Naima notices your hesitation and offers some assistance, “That’s a good start, Your Majesty. But let me remind you that the book also tells us that the gods coexisted with humans for an extended period but vanished approximately 447 years ago. Since they arrived to aid humanity during tumultuous times, when we achieved stability they departed. Everything that came with them also disappeared.”
“If magic was given to us as a means of protection then why did it disappear when they left?”
Lady Naima smiles at you, happy to answer your question, “The Arcana is a complex thing, and it’s widely believed that it disappeared because it was no longer necessary. Some believe that the mana within us was expelled into the world and the people who still have abilities have a mutation that allows them to take in that power. In the end, no one knows.”
You ponder her words for a moment before responding, “What do you think?”
Lady Naima leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “I believe the arcana never parted with the world, and it will always be here, whether we can see it or not. It’s like the wind or the stars, always present but not always visible. As for why it disappeared when the gods left, that’s a mystery we may never solve.”
You nod, taking in her words. Lady Naima always had a way of making you think about things in a new light.
The rest of the lesson passes by quickly, and before you know it, you’re free to go.
Lady Naima packs up her books and stands to leave but then looks towards you with a glimmer in her eyes, “Oh, are you planning on using that potion Fadiya made?”
You shake your head, “No, I don’t think so.”
Lady Naima raises an eyebrow, “Why not? It could be a fun experience for you, who knows what kind of adventure you might stumble upon.”
You pause, considering her words. Lady Naima always seemed to understand you in a way that few others did.
<<if $disciplined lte 50>>You give her a small smile, “Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.”<<else>>You hum thoughtfully, “Perhaps you’re right, I’ll think about it.”<</if>>
Lady Naima nods, “Good. Remember, Your Majesty, life is about balance. You cannot always stay cooped up in the palace. The world isn’t always as scary as we are told.”
[[Continue|37-0]]Lady Naima raises an eyebrow at your response, “Your Majesty, you must pay closer attention to your assignments if you wish to progress in your studies. These are not mere tales, but rather the foundation upon which all of our knowledge of the world is built on.”
She gives you a stern look, “The book recounts how the gods appeared during the dark ages of the old world and introduced magic. Powers were given to people as a means of protection and to unite them.”
She continues, “The book also tells us that the gods coexisted with humans for an extended period but vanished approximately 447 years ago. Since they arrived to aid humanity during tumultuous times, when we achieved stability they departed. Everything that came with them also disappeared.”
“If magic was given to us as a means of protection then why did it disappear when they left?” you question.
Lady Naima smiles at you, happy to answer your question, “The Arcana is a complex thing, and it’s widely believed that it disappeared because it was no longer necessary. Some believe that the mana within us was expelled into the world and the people who still have abilities have a mutation that allows them to take in that power. In the end, no one knows.”
You ponder her words for a moment before responding, “What do you think?”
Lady Naima leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “I believe the arcana never parted with the world, and it will always be here, whether we can see it or not. It’s like the wind or the stars, always present but not always visible. As for why it disappeared when the gods left, that’s a mystery we may never solve.”
You nod, taking in her words. Lady Naima always had a way of making you think about things in a new light.
The rest of the lesson passes by quickly, and before you know it, you’re free to go.
Lady Naima packs up her books and stands to leave but then looks towards you with a glimmer in her eyes, “Oh, are you planning on using that potion Fadiya made?”
You shake your head, “No, I don’t think so.”
Lady Naima raises an eyebrow, “Why not? It could be a fun experience for you, who knows what kind of adventure you might stumble upon.”
You pause, considering her words. Lady Naima always seemed to understand you in a way that few others did.
<<if $disciplined lte 50>>You give her a small smile, “Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.”<<else>>You hum thoughtfully, “Perhaps you’re right, I’ll think about it.”<</if>>
Lady Naima nods, “Good. Remember, Your Majesty, life is about balance. You cannot always stay cooped up in the palace. The world isn’t always as scary as we are told.”
[[Continue|37-0]]Lady Naima arches her eyebrow but quickly recovers and hands you a copy of the book from her bag.
“Very well,” she says. “At least you’re being honest with me. Although you must pay closer attention to your assignments if you wish to progress in your studies. These are not mere tales, but rather the foundation upon which all of our knowledge of the world is built on.”
“The book recounts how the gods appeared during the dark ages of the old world and introduced magic. Powers were given to people as a means of protection and to unite them.”
She continues, “The book also tells us that the gods coexisted with humans for an extended period but vanished approximately 447 years ago. Since they arrived to aid humanity during tumultuous times, when we achieved stability they departed. Everything that came with them also disappeared.”
“If magic was given to us as a means of protection then why did it disappear when they left?” you question.
Lady Naima smiles at you, happy to answer your question, “The Arcana is a complex thing, and it’s widely believed that it disappeared because it was no longer necessary. Some believe that the mana within us was expelled into the world and the people who still have abilities have a mutation that allows them to take in that power. In the end, no one knows.”
You ponder her words for a moment before responding, “What do you think?”
Lady Naima leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “I believe the arcana never parted with the world, and it will always be here, whether we can see it or not. It’s like the wind or the stars, always present but not always visible. As for why it disappeared when the gods left, that’s a mystery we may never solve.”
You nod, taking in her words. Lady Naima always had a way of making you think about things in a new light.
The rest of the lesson passes by quickly, and before you know it, you’re free to go.
Lady Naima packs up her books and stands to leave but then looks towards you with a glimmer in her eyes, “Oh, are you planning on using that potion Fadiya made?”
You shake your head, “No, I don’t think so.”
Lady Naima raises an eyebrow, “Why not? It could be a fun experience for you, who knows what kind of adventure you might stumble upon.”
You pause, considering her words. Lady Naima always seemed to understand you in a way that few others did.
<<if $disciplined lte 50>>You give her a small smile, “Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.”<<else>>You hum thoughtfully, “Perhaps you’re right, I’ll think about it.”<</if>>
Lady Naima nods, “Good. Remember, Your Majesty, life is about balance. You cannot always stay cooped up in the palace. The world isn’t always as scary as we are told.”
[[Continue|37-0]]You clear up the table and stand up from your seat as she leaves the room. You decide to take a walk around the palace gardens, it is a sunny day after all.
As you step onto the garden path, a gentle breeze brushes past your cheeks, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of flowers. The colors of the garden are vibrant and alive, each petal and leaf basking in the warm sunlight. Your mind begins to unburden itself of worries and concerns, the tranquil atmosphere of the garden lifts your spirits, and you feel yourself growing lighter with each step.
You find a quiet spot under a large umbrella-shaped tree and sit down on the grass. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to clear your mind.
As you sit under the tree, memories of your home flood back to you. You remember the days when you and your brother would play hide and seek in the palace gardens, running through the greenery or the snow and laughing until your sides hurt. You remember how he used to protect you, even though you were the older one. How he would always be there for you, no matter what.
A faint smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you think about those memories. Despite everything that has happened, those moments with your brother remain some of your fondest memories.
You remember the big oak tree that stood tall in the garden, it was a special place for the two of you, a place where you could simply exist. Now this tree has become a replacement for it, although it’s different in many ways, when you close your eyes you can pretend it’s that old tree.
You hear footsteps approaching and open your eyes to see Fadiya approaching you, her long hair cascades down her back, catching the light in a way that accentuates the amber hue of her eyes. But as she approaches, you notice an annoyed expression etched across her face.
“Did something happen?”
Fadiya huffs, plopping down next to you, “Lady Amara.”
That’s enough of an explanation for you to wince in sympathy. Lady Amara was known to be a tough teacher, but also fair. She was nicer in her politics lessons than the diplomacy ones which was somewhat amusing. How does someone’s personality change depending on the subject?
Fadiya continues to rant, “She doesn’t like me. I’m sure of it. Every time I ask a question, she gives me a look as if I’m asking the dumbest thing in the world. And I’m absolutely sure it’s because of my Asha.”
<<if $MCfrog < 20>> You don’t say it out loud but you can see why Lady Amara wouldn’t be fond of the frog, “Asha?”<<else>>You raise an eyebrow in confusion, “Asha?”<</if>>
“Yes, she saw me playing with her during break and gave me this disgusted look. I’m sure that’s why she’s been treating me differently.”
“I highly doubt that, Fadiya. Lady Amara is a teacher, she wouldn’t let something as trivial as a pet frog affect how she treats you in class. But it might be because Asha destroys anything in her path.”
Fadiya glares at you, “That’s not true, Asha is a perfectly well-behaved frog.”
You can’t stop yourself from feeling amused at Fadiya’s defense of her pet frog, “Alright, maybe not perfectly well-behaved,” you concede, “But I still don’t think Lady Amara would hold it against you. She’s tough on everyone, not just you.”
Fadiya grumbles something unintelligible under her breath, but you can see the tension in her shoulders ease.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Offer your shoulder for her to lean on.|37-00]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t offer your shoulder for her to lean on.|37-00-a]]</span>“You can rest your head on my shoulder,” you offer.
“Thank you,” she leans her head on your shoulder, and the two of you sit under the tree, as the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves surrounds you.
“Ah!” she gasps as if finally remembering something, “I have to go, it’s almost tea time.”
You nod, “Right, tea time. You’re having tea with Helios and Hunter, aren’t you?”
Fadiya nods eagerly, “Yes! Hunter invited me and I couldn’t say no. I guess it’s a weekly thing now.”
You’ve heard about their weekly tea meetings, but you’ve never been invited. Not that you would ever want to go anyway. After all, Helios is Luceris’ son, it isn’t something you can forget easily.
“I hope you have fun.”
Fadiya tilts her head and her face lights up, “Why don’t you come with me?”
You shake your head, “No, I think I’ll stay here for a bit longer. I need to clear my head.”
Fadiya nods understandingly, “Okay, suit yourself. But you should come one day, Helios is really nice.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “I’m sure he is.”
As Fadiya gets up to leave, you take another deep breath, trying to push the memories of your family and Luceris to the back of your mind.
She pauses to inquire, “Have you decided yet?” Fadiya fidgets with her hair, attempting to appear nonchalant, yet it’s obvious that she’s eager for you to join her tonight.
You take a moment to consider Fadiya’s proposal once again.
A part of you wants to stay holed up in your room until you can’t avoid it. You want to avoid the crowds and the noise and the memories that come with leaving the palace but another part of you is curious, wondering what it would be like to be anonymous for once, to experience the festivities without the weight of your identity pulling you down.
“Alright,” you say at last, surprising even yourself. “Let’s go to the festival.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with excitement, “Really? That’s great! You won’t regret it, I promise.”
You smile weakly, already feeling the weight of the decision on your shoulders.
As you sit there, watching Fadiya walk away, a small part of you wonders what it would be like to have a normal conversation with Helios or to live like everyone else, without the weight of the past hanging over your head.
Instead, you lean back against the tree, feeling the rough bark against your skin. The peacefulness of the garden washes over you once again and the sun is warm on your skin.
[[Continue|38-0]]As the day wears on, you have lunch then go to the rest of your lessons. Through the years you’ve been taking three types of lessons.
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<span class="choice-normal">[[Your creative lessons, such as music, dance, painting, and writing, are your favorite.|38-2][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 3, 0, 100), $perception to Math.clamp($perception + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Your physical training lessons, such as sword fighting and archery, are your favorite.|38-3][$blades to Math.clamp($blades + 3, 0, 100), $brawl to Math.clamp($brawl + 3, 0, 100), $bows to Math.clamp($bows + 3, 0, 100), $strength to Math.clamp($strength + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You enjoy learning about the world and the different kingdoms and their cultures. You learned early on that diplomacy was about understanding other people’s perspectives and finding common ground.
The sun slowly sinks lower in the sky, you barely notice the passing of time until a servant reminds you that it is time for dinner.
After dinner, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the night ahead. You put on a simple outfit, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.
Your hands fall on the necklace around your neck. You feel the cold jewel against your fingertips, tracing the familiar shape of the gold chain that holds it.
You never take it off but tonight, you know you have to. The necklace could give you away, and you can't risk being recognized. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you know will be a difficult task.
You unclasp the necklace, feeling a pang of sadness as it leaves your neck.
With a heavy sigh, you place the necklace carefully in a velvet box and tuck it away in your drawer. You know it’s the right thing to do but it feels like a piece of you is missing without it.
Fadiya is already there when you get to the meeting spot, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “You’re here!” she exclaims, ushering you towards a secluded corner of the palace courtyard.
She pulls out two little bottles of potion and hands one of them to you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can’t help but wonder if the potion is safe.|38-1-1][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The idea of drinking a potion fills you with excitement.|38-1-2][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You find solace in the expression of art, a way to release the emotions and thoughts that are too difficult to put into words. You lose yourself in the music and movement of dance, the colors and strokes of paint on canvas, and the flow of words as they spill out onto paper.
The sun slowly sinks lower in the sky, you barely notice the passing of time until a servant reminds you that it is time for dinner.
After dinner, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the night ahead. You put on a simple outfit, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.
Your hands fall on the necklace around your neck. You feel the cold jewel against your fingertips, tracing the familiar shape of the gold chain that holds it.
You never take it off but tonight, you know you have to. The necklace could give you away, and you can't risk being recognized. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you know will be a difficult task.
You unclasp the necklace, feeling a pang of sadness as it leaves your neck.
With a heavy sigh, you place the necklace carefully in a velvet box and tuck it away in your drawer. You know it’s the right thing to do but it feels like a piece of you is missing without it.
Fadiya is already there when you get to the meeting spot, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “You’re here!” she exclaims, ushering you towards a secluded corner of the palace courtyard.
She pulls out two little bottles of potion and hands one of them to you.
“Are you sure this is safe?” you ask, eyeing the swirling blue liquid with suspicion.
“Of course it is. It wears off once water touches your face, so be careful. Here I’ll drink it first.” she says, “I want brown eyes.” She closes her eyes and drinks the potion, when she opens her eyes they are brown. You watch as she admires herself in her little mirror.
“Your turn.”
“Why didn’t you change your hair?”
“I’m not easy to recognize, unlike you. I changed my eye color so people don't realize that I’m a mage.”
You take a deep breath, “I want…”
<span class="choice-normal">[[…grey eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "grey eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…blue eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "blue eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…green eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "green eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…brown eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "brown eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…black eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "black eyes"]]</span>You love the feeling of power that comes with mastering these skills, the way your body moves with grace and precision. It’s a way to release pent-up emotions that you can’t express in any other way.
The sun slowly sinks lower in the sky, you barely notice the passing of time until a servant reminds you that it is time for dinner.
After dinner, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the night ahead. You put on a simple outfit, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.
Your hands fall on the necklace around your neck. You feel the cold jewel against your fingertips, tracing the familiar shape of the gold chain that holds it.
You never take it off but tonight, you know you have to. The necklace could give you away, and you can't risk being recognized. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you know will be a difficult task.
You unclasp the necklace, feeling a pang of sadness as it leaves your neck.
With a heavy sigh, you place the necklace carefully in a velvet box and tuck it away in your drawer. You know it’s the right thing to do but it feels like a piece of you is missing without it.
Fadiya is already there when you get to the meeting spot, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “You’re here!” she exclaims, <<if $touchaverse is true>>ushering you towards a secluded corner of the palace courtyard<<else>>grabbing your hand and pulling you towards a secluded corner of the palace courtyard.<</if>>
She pulls out two little bottles of potion and hands one of them to you.
“Are you sure this is safe?” you ask, eyeing the swirling blue liquid with suspicion.
“Of course it is. It wears off once water touches your face, so be careful. Here I’ll drink it first.” she says, “I want brown eyes.” She closes her eyes and drinks the potion, when she opens her eyes they are brown. You watch as she admires herself in her little mirror.
“Your turn.”
“Why didn’t you change your hair?”
“I’m not easy to recognize, unlike you. I changed my eye color so people don't realize that I’m a mage.”
You take a deep breath, “I want…”
<span class="choice-normal">[[…grey eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "grey eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…blue eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "blue eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…green eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "green eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…brown eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "brown eyes"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…black eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "black eyes"]]</span>“...and…”
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<span class="choice-normal"><<if $haircolor is "light brown">> Your hair is already light brown.<<else>>[[…light brown hair|40-0][$ch2hair to "light brown"]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $haircolor is "black">>Your hair is already black.<<else>>[[…black hair|40-0][$ch2hair to "black"]]<</if>></span>
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<span class="choice-normal"><<if $haircolor is "dark blonde">>Your hair is already dark blonde.<<else>>[[…dark blonde hair|40-0][$ch2hair to "dark blonde"]]<</if>></span>
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<span class="choice-normal"><<if $haircolor is "ginger red">>Your hair is already ginger red.<<else>>[[…ginger red hair|40-0][$ch2hair to "ginger red"]]<</if>></span>You drink the potion, the liquid burns your throat as you swallow it down. You feel a sudden rush of heat coursing through your body, making you gasp.
At first, nothing seems to happen, but then you feel a strange tingling sensation spread through your body. When you open your eyes again, you look into the mirror and see features that are not your own. You gaze into the mirror and observe as your eye color changes from red to $ch2eyes, and your hair shifts from $haircolor to $ch2hair.
Staring at your transformed reflection, you feel like a stranger in your skin.<<if $hairlength is "shaved">> “It’s strange to see me with hair.”<</if>>
Fadiya grins at you, “You look great! See I know what I’m doing.”
You nod, still feeling a little disoriented. “Let’s go,” you say, your voice sounding different to your ears. “Oh, my voice sounds different.”
Fadiya laughs, “That’s the potion, it changes everything. Now let’s go celebrate the new year!”
Together, you slip out of the palace undetected and join the throngs of people flooding the streets.
The streets are adorned with brightly colored decorations, lanterns, and ribbons hanging from every corner, swaying gently in the breeze. The scent of grilled meats, sweet desserts, and the smoke from vendors’ grills fills your nostrils.
The sound of laughter and chatter fills your ears as people of all ages and backgrounds gather to celebrate the new year. Children run around excitedly, chasing each other and playing games, while the adults gather around the food stalls, enjoying the delicious delicacies on offer.
You and Fadiya weave your way through the crowds, taking in the sights and sounds of the festival. Everywhere you look, there are stalls selling all sorts of goods, from handmade jewelry and clothing to traditional foods and drinks. You stop by a few stalls, admiring the merchandise.
As you walk, you catch snippets of conversation from the people around you. You hear stories told by the vendors, the children fighting over the unique toys sold only on this day, and people talking about their hopes and dreams for the new year.
For once, you feel a sense of freedom, you are simply another face in the crowd.
Tonight, you can be whoever you want to be.
[[Continue|41-0]]As you wander through the streets, you spot a fortune teller’s tent. You’ve heard about the art of fortune-telling before, but you have never experienced it firsthand. You turn to share your thoughts with Fadiya, but she is nowhere to be seen.
You look around, scanning the crowds for any sign of her. Your heart rate picks up, and you feel a twinge of panic in your chest. You know that the streets can be dangerous for someone who is alone, especially at night.
You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that Fadiya is resourceful and knows the area well, she visits the city with her mother often. You decide to wait for her outside of the fortune teller’s tent and hope she’ll come back for you.
You step closer and peer into the dimly lit interior, where an old woman dressed in flowing robes sits behind a small table covered in an array of cards, crystals, and other mysterious objects. She looks up and catches your gaze with a knowing smile.
“Hello, my dear,” she says, her voice low and gravelly. “Would you like a reading?”
You hesitate for a moment, still feeling a bit nervous about being alone, you shake your head, “No, thank you.”
The fortune teller nods, as if she has expected your answer, and then returns to shuffling her cards. You watch her with curiosity, intrigued by the mysterious world of divination. Her eyes aren’t amber, a sign of someone being a mage, so you presume she can’t truly read your fortune.
As you wait for Fadiya, a child approaches you. The child is a little girl, no more than six years old, with a mischievous glint in her eye. She tugs at your sleeve, and you look down to face her.
“Are you alone?” she asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cautious, “No I’m not.”|41-A][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It is just a child, “Yes, I am.”|41-B][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You eye the little girl warily, scanning the area for any signs of danger. “No, I’m not alone,” you reply.
The little girl tilts her head, her eyes scanning the surroundings as her tiny ponytail swings back and forth, “I don’t see anyone with you.”
You frown at her response, feeling uneasy about her intentions. The recent news of people going missing flashes through your mind.
Is this how they lure people away?
“That’s because my friend is not here yet,” you explain, “I should wait for her.”
But the little girl seems undeterred by your reluctance. She grabs your sleeve and tugs on it with surprising strength, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Come on, it will be fun!” she insists, pulling you towards a group of children playing at the edge of the street.
You hesitate for a moment, torn between your instincts to stay cautious and your curiosity about the little girl’s intentions. Before you can make a decision, she pulls you along with surprising strength towards the group of children.
[[Continue|42-0]]“Yes, I am,” you respond, taking in the details of her cherubic face and the way her hair is tied up in a little ponytail.
The little girl grins, “Come on then, come play with us!”
You feel a warmth spread through you as you see the excitement in the little girl’s eyes.
She reminds you of someone but this time the reminder doesn’t make you sad.
Without a second thought, you let her drag you along and lead you through the bustling marketplace.
[[Continue|42-0]]As you approach the group, you hear a grumble from a person leaning against the tree. The person is wearing a cloak similar to yours, but their green hair peeks out. “Great, you kidnapped another one. Good job, kid,” they mutter under their breath.
One of the black-haired boys who has been running with the other children glares at the cloaked figure and rebukes, “Be nice!” as he catches his breath.
“This is not what I came here for. If I wanted to play with kids I’d be at home playing with my brother.” the cloaked figure complains.
“And it’s lovely to see you, however–”
The bickering between the two stops abruptly as another voice speaks up, “We should go back and go to sleep since it’s late, I’m tired.”
When you look towards the voice, you see the deep blue eyes first.
The same blue eyes that made you take a step back earlier this morning.
Hunter.
$H_HisHer eyes flicker over you, taking in the details of your appearance, and you can tell that $H_heshe’s searching for any signs of danger.
Your eyes shift back and forth between the three of them. Hunter is present, and as Helios’ trusted shield, $H_hisher presence indicates that Helios is likely nearby as well. You notice Hunter standing protectively behind the dark-haired boy who you presume to be Helios, given Hunter’s stance.
Fadiya must have given Helios a bottle of the potion as well.
“I can’t believe you’re not on my side,” Helios says, looking shocked.
“I’m not on anyone’s side,” Hunter replies.
“I never said I wanted to leave, I just want to see more.” The cloaked figure explains themselves.
“You should be more like Vincent,” Helios retorts, gesturing towards a figure in the distance, “Look, he’s still playing with the children.”
Your gaze follows his gesture, and you see Vincent playing with a group of children, a warm smile on his face.
Great, everyone is here.
You never imagined you would encounter anyone familiar, especially not on this crowded and bustling street.
Yet, the gods seemed to have other plans for you.
[[Continue|43-0]]You glance back at the fortune teller’s stall, hoping to see Fadiya returning soon but there is still no sign of her.
Hunter notices you looking around and asks, “Are you lost?” $H_HisHer words are polite, but $H_hisher tone is curt.
You turn to face Hunter, still feeling a bit nervous about being around the group, even though you’re in disguise. “No, I’m not lost,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “I came with a friend, but we got separated.”
Helios interrupts, seeming to believe your story. “You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”
You pause, considering your options. On the one hand, you could continue to wait for Fadiya at the fortune teller’s stall. On the other hand, since your disguise conceals your true identity, you could engage with this group without the risk of being recognized.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay with them.|43-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go back and wait for Fadiya.|43-2]]</span>You decide to take a chance and join the group, at least until you find Fadiya or she finds you.
“Sure, I’d like that,” you say, trying to sound casual despite the uncertainty churning inside you.
The cloaked figure approaches you, and you can feel the weight of their gaze even beneath the hood that obscures their face, “Hi, I’m Selene. What’s your name?”
You hesitate for a moment, trying to think of a name that isn’t your real one.
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<</message>>“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll go find my friend,” you say, trying to sound as casual as you can.<<set $festFadiya to "true">>
“Alright then, be safe,” Hunter says, and you give a small nod in return before turning and walking away, your heart pounding with relief as you put some distance between yourself and the group.
You reach the stall but there is still no sign of Fadiya so you keep walking. You start to feel a sense of panic rising in your chest. What if something happened to her? Even though she comes to the market frequently, it still worries you that she’s out here alone.
Lost in thought, you almost bump into someone coming the other way. You look up to see a tall figure in a dark cloak, their face hidden in the shadows of their hood.
“Watch where you’re going,” the figure says sharply, before continuing on their way.
You watch them go, feeling a sense of unease. Something about that person seemed off, but you can't quite put your finger on what it was.
Just then, you hear a soft whimper coming from behind a stall. You quickly move around it and find Fadiya sitting on the ground, looking dazed and confused.
“Fadiya, what happened?” you ask, kneeling beside her.
Fadiya’s eyes flicker toward you, but they seem distant and unfocused. “I met someone,” she says softly. “But I don’t remember what happened.”
Your mind races as you try to make sense of her words. Fadiya had always struggled with her memory, ever since the accident that occurred during her travels with her mother, which had taken most of her past away. Something about the way she spoke made your stomach churn with worry.
“What do you mean, you don’t remember?” you press, hoping for some clarity.
“It felt like I knew them…” Fadiya trails off, her gaze fixed on a point in the distance.
You take a deep breath and say, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
“Give me a few minutes.” She stands up from the ground but leans against the wall to regain her strength.
You stand by her side, keeping a watchful eye as she gathers her strength. You notice the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the way her hand shakes slightly as she pushes herself upright.
“Where are we going?” Fadiya asks, her eyes blinking open, her voice weak.
“Back to the palace,” you reply, your tone reassuring. “You need some rest.”
[[Continue|F44-0]]Fadiya protests, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What? But you haven’t seen all the festivities yet. I don’t feel that bad. We can stay,”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay out any longer,” you say, concern lacing your voice. “You don’t look well and your mother would faint if anything happened to you.”
Fadiya looks disappointed but nods in agreement.
As you start to make your way back, you can’t help but feel guilty for cutting your visit short. You know how much she was looking forward to this night.
You steal a glance at her and see that she looks tired, and you know that you made the right decision.
The walk from the city center to the palace isn’t a long one, but it feels like an eternity with the weight of your worry for Fadiya. You walk silently, occasionally checking on her to ensure she’s still with you.
When you finally make it back to the palace, you help Fadiya to her room, making sure she’s settled in before you take your leave.
“I’m sorry,” Fadiya mumbles from her spot on the bed, “I wanted you to enjoy tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s not your fault, Fadiya. I’m just glad you’re okay. We can have fun together another time.”|F44-A][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No need to apologize, Fadiya. Your well-being comes first.”|F44-B][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s fine, Fadiya. Regardless, I only went because you insisted.”|F44-C][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No need to apologize. I didn’t care about attending the festival in the first place.”|F44-D][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Fadiya’s lips tremble but she doesn’t say anything else.
“I will go now, alright? You should rest.”
As you turn to leave, Fadiya stops you. “Wait,” she says softly. “Can you stay with me for a little while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”
You turn back to face Fadiya and see the vulnerability in her eyes, it makes you nod and take a seat next to her on the bed.
You sit in companionable silence with Fadiya, not knowing what to say. You can sense her sadness and confusion, but you don’t know how to help her.
After a few minutes, Fadiya breaks the silence, “You guys can come out now.”
You turn to look at her in surprise, confused by her words. Suddenly, you hear a rustling sound and movement around the room. You look around and see several pairs of glowing eyes staring back at you from the shadows.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that Fadiya has a bunch of animals hiding in her room. A small kitten emerges from under the bed and makes its way toward Fadiya, nuzzling against her leg.
A pair of rabbits hop across the floor to reach her.
Fadiya smiles at the animals and her whole demeanor changes. She looks happier and more relaxed than she has all night.
“They’re too adorable,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against the soft fur of a rabbit. “I couldn’t let them stay in the forest behind the palace, they always hunt there.”
“They like you.”
“Of course, they’re drawn to me because of my affinity.” she responds, her voice soft and melodic. “But I like to think they like me for me too.”
You watch as Fadiya pets the animals, her fingers brushing gently against their fur. You can see the affection and love she has for them.
One of the rabbits hops over to you and nudges your hand with its nose.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pet the rabbit.|F44-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Offer the rabbit a treat.|F44-2B]]</span>Fadiya’s lips tremble but she doesn’t say anything else.
“I will go now, alright? You should rest.”
As you turn to leave, Fadiya stops you. “Wait,” she says softly. “Can you stay with me for a little while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”
You turn back to face Fadiya and see the vulnerability in her eyes, it makes you nod and take a seat next to her on the bed.
You sit in companionable silence with Fadiya, not knowing what to say. You can sense her sadness and confusion, but you don’t know how to help her.
After a few minutes, Fadiya breaks the silence, “You guys can come out now.”
You turn to look at her in surprise, confused by her words. Suddenly, you hear a rustling sound and movement around the room. You look around and see several pairs of glowing eyes staring back at you from the shadows.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that Fadiya has a bunch of animals hiding in her room. A small kitten emerges from under the bed and makes its way toward Fadiya, nuzzling against her leg.
A pair of rabbits hop across the floor to reach her.
Fadiya smiles at the animals and her whole demeanor changes. She looks happier and more relaxed than she has all night.
“They’re too adorable,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against the soft fur of a rabbit. “I couldn’t let them stay in the forest behind the palace, they always hunt there.”
“They like you.”
“Of course, they’re drawn to me because of my affinity.” she responds, her voice soft and melodic. “But I like to think they like me for me too.”
You watch as Fadiya pets the animals, her fingers brushing gently against their fur. You can see the affection and love she has for them.
One of the rabbits hops over to you and nudges your hand with its nose.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pet the rabbit.|F44-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Offer the rabbit a treat.|F44-2B]]</span>Fadiya’s lips tremble but she doesn’t say anything else.
“I will go now, alright? You should rest.”
As you turn to leave, Fadiya stops you. “Wait,” she says softly. “Can you stay with me for a little while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”
You turn back to face Fadiya and see the vulnerability in her eyes, it makes you nod and take a seat next to her on the bed.
You sit in companionable silence with Fadiya, not knowing what to say. You can sense her sadness and confusion, but you don’t know how to help her.
After a few minutes, Fadiya breaks the silence, “You guys can come out now.”
You turn to look at her in surprise, confused by her words. Suddenly, you hear a rustling sound and movement around the room. You look around and see several pairs of glowing eyes staring back at you from the shadows.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that Fadiya has a bunch of animals hiding in her room. A small kitten emerges from under the bed and makes its way toward Fadiya, nuzzling against her leg.
A pair of rabbits hop across the floor to reach her.
Fadiya smiles at the animals and her whole demeanor changes. She looks happier and more relaxed than she has all night.
“They’re too adorable,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against the soft fur of a rabbit. “I couldn’t let them stay in the forest behind the palace, they always hunt there.”
“They like you.”
“Of course, they’re drawn to me because of my affinity.” she responds, her voice soft and melodic. “But I like to think they like me for me too.”
You watch as Fadiya pets the animals, her fingers brushing gently against their fur. You can see the affection and love she has for them.
One of the rabbits hops over to you and nudges your hand with its nose.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pet the rabbit.|F44-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Offer the rabbit a treat.|F44-2B]]</span>Fadiya’s lips tremble but she doesn’t say anything else.
“I will go now, alright? You should rest.”
As you turn to leave, Fadiya stops you. “Wait,” she says softly. “Can you stay with me for a little while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”
You turn back to face Fadiya and see the vulnerability in her eyes, it makes you nod and take a seat next to her on the bed.
You sit in companionable silence with Fadiya, not knowing what to say. You can sense her sadness and confusion, but you don’t know how to help her.
After a few minutes, Fadiya breaks the silence, “You guys can come out now.”
You turn to look at her in surprise, confused by her words. Suddenly, you hear a rustling sound and movement around the room. You look around and see several pairs of glowing eyes staring back at you from the shadows.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that Fadiya has a bunch of animals hiding in her room. A small kitten emerges from under the bed and makes its way toward Fadiya, nuzzling against her leg.
A pair of rabbits hop across the floor to reach her.
Fadiya smiles at the animals and her whole demeanor changes. She looks happier and more relaxed than she has all night.
“They’re too adorable,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against the soft fur of a rabbit. “I couldn’t let them stay in the forest behind the palace, they always hunt there.”
“They like you.”
“Of course, they’re drawn to me because of my affinity.” she responds, her voice soft and melodic. “But I like to think they like me for me too.”
You watch as Fadiya pets the animals, her fingers brushing gently against their fur. You can see the affection and love she has for them.
One of the rabbits hops over to you and nudges your hand with its nose.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pet the rabbit.|F44-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Offer the rabbit a treat.|F44-2B]]</span>You reach out your hand and gently pet the rabbit’s soft fur. It twitches its nose in response, seeming to enjoy the attention.
“See, they like you too.”
You laugh and continue to pet the rabbit, feeling a sense of peace wash over you in Fadiya’s company. The animals seem to have a calming effect on both of you.
“It must be nice to be able to communicate with them.”
Fadiya shrugs. “It has its ups and downs, being able to understand them makes me want to help all of them. It can be overwhelming when I can feel everything they are feeling.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you ever feel like it’s a burden?”|F44-C-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wish I had powers too.”|F44-C-2]]</span>You notice a small bowl of carrots nearby and decide to offer one to the rabbit. It eagerly munches on the carrot, its nose wiggling with delight.
“See, they like you too.”
You laugh and continue to pet the rabbit, feeling a sense of peace wash over you in Fadiya’s company. The animals seem to have a calming effect on both of you.
“It must be nice to be able to communicate with them.”
Fadiya shrugs. “It has its ups and downs, being able to understand them makes me want to help all of them. It can be overwhelming when I can feel everything they are feeling.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you ever feel like it’s a burden?”|F44-C-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wish I had powers too.”|F44-C-2]]</span>Fadiya looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. “Sometimes, but it’s a gift. It allows me to connect with nature in a way that most people can’t. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I don’t know if other mages share my feelings though.”
You can see why mages would consider their powers a burden, it must be terrifying to be persecuted just for having powers.
“What about your mother?”
“She doesn’t like using her powers, it is ironic that she is the royal mage.” Fadiya pauses, as if what else to say. “Her affinity for water makes her very calm and level-headed, she has always been a source of stability for me.”
As Fadiya speaks, you notice how her hands move gracefully, almost as if she’s dancing. It’s clear that she has a deep connection to nature and the animals around her.
A gust of wind blows through the open window, and Fadiya’s hair whips around her face. Her locks dance wildly around her face, like a playful creature frolicking in the breeze. She doesn’t flinch, but rather embraces the natural elements with a serene smile, as if acknowledging an old friend.
<span class="choice-normal">[[All you can think about is how beautiful she looks.|F-44-C-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[All you can think about is how cold it is.|F–44-cold]]</span>Fadiya laughs, “Even if you don’t have magical powers, you still have your strengths and talents.”
A small bird flies into the room through the window and lands on Fadiya’s shoulder. She smiles and begins to speak to it in a soft voice, her words too quiet for you to hear. The bird seems to respond, chirping back at her.
As Fadiya speaks, you notice how her hands move gracefully, almost as if she’s dancing. It’s clear that she has a deep connection to nature and the animals around her.
A gust of wind blows into the room, Fadiya’s hair whips around her face and the little bird moves closer to her in an attempt to steal her warmth. Her locks dance wildly around her face, like a playful creature frolicking in the breeze. She doesn’t flinch, but rather embraces the natural elements with a serene smile, as if acknowledging an old friend.
<span class="choice-normal">[[All you can think about is how beautiful she looks.|F-44-C-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[All you can think about is how cold it is.|F–44-cold]]</span>As the wind dies down, Fadiya catches your gaze, and you quickly look away.
You watch as she stands up, the animals following her every move. She walks over to the window and looks out at the night sky.
You can see the moonlight reflecting in her amber eyes as she takes a deep breath as if she’s taking in the world around her.
Fadiya turns back to you, a smile on her face, “Thank you for keeping me company tonight. I needed this.”
“Anytime you need someone to keep you company, you know where to find me.”
You stand up to leave, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest. As you walk towards the door, you turn back to Fadiya.
“Goodnight, Fadiya.”
[[Continue|46 but F]]Fadiya notices your shiver and stands up, the animals following her every move. She walks over to the window and closes it.
You can see the moonlight reflecting in her amber eyes as she takes a deep breath as if she’s taking in the world around her.
Fadiya turns back to you, a smile on her face, “Thank you for keeping me company tonight. I needed this.”
“No need for that, Fadiya.”
You stand up to leave and as you walk towards the door, you turn back to Fadiya.
“Goodnight, Fadiya.”
“Goodnight,” she says, her smile widening.
[[Continue|46 but F]]When you get back to your room, you wash your face, the cold water making you feel as good as you could at this moment.
You gaze around the room and realize that you need to clear your head. You slip on your shoes and decide to take a walk around the palace. As you step into the halls, the stillness envelops you, and the only sound you hear is the soft echo of your footsteps bouncing off the polished marble floors.
You pause in front of the door to the previous Royal Consort’s room, once a place of grandeur and now a somber reminder of what was lost. Despite now holding the title, you know better than to demand to stay in that room. It still belongs to the late consort, and Luceris would never permit you to occupy it.
You haven’t even been in there before in the six years you’ve lived in the Jewel of the Palace.
Taking a deep breath, you reach for the doorknob and turn it slowly. The door creaks as you push it open, revealing a room draped in shadows. You can barely make out the details of the furniture as your eyes adjust to the dark room. The moon thankfully helps you with the moonlight.
The room, despite its pristine condition, feels cold and unwelcoming. It is as if it is frozen in time, waiting for someone to come and bring life to it.
Unlike this room, your home will never be brought back to life.
As you gaze around the room, the anger builds within you. It seems unfair that this room is so well-kept, while your childhood home was taken from you so brutally. The palace may have been rebuilt, but it is no longer your home. It is merely a palace.
You find yourself wishing for a bit of chaos, for something to disrupt the perfect order of this room. A bit of fire would warm up the room perfectly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to set the room on fire.|46-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You push those thoughts aside and light a candle.|46-B]]</span>“$ch2name? That’s a pretty name,” Helios says, his eyes shining with excitement. “Do you want to come play with us?”
Before you can answer, Selene interrupts, “I think $ch2name might prefer to get to know us instead. We can play later, Helios.”
Helios pouts, but nods in agreement. “Alright.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Helios? Like the prince?”|44-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t mention it.|44-1-b]]</span>“Yes, that is where my name comes from,” Helios says with a grin. “My parents named me after him because I was born around the same time as him. There are a lot of people named after him. Or well, named after Nuria’s bow.”
Selene laughs lightly, shaking her head as she scans the market. “Yes, everyone lacks creativity around here,” she quips.
“You’re not from around here?” you ask.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m from Norazaan; I am only visiting for the new year.” She then looks at Helios, “Now that introductions are over, can we please go look around the stalls?” Selene eagerly suggests, her excitement palpable. “There’s so much to see, so much to–”
Helios cuts her off, rolling his eyes in amusement. “We both know you will stand in front of one stall until there is nothing left to purchase.”
She huffs, crossing her arms in mock frustration. “Firstly, that is a false statement.” she retorts, “Secondly, it merely happened twice. Lastly, fine I’ll go with Vincent,” she says then looks behind Helios. “Vincent! Come here!”
You look to where she’s looking and see Vincent still sitting on the ground with a bunch of kids. He looks up as Selene calls his name but doesn’t say anything. Nevertheless, he gets up and makes his way over to the group.
“Right, Vincent this is $ch2name.” Selene introduces, motioning towards you.
Vincent nods in acknowledgment, his eyes studying you briefly before his attention drifts back to Selene as she continues talking.
“Let’s go look around the stalls,” Selene says to Vincent. Then, she looks back at you and winks. “You can join me if you’d like. I’m more fun than Helios.”
“We’re coming too,” Helios chimes in, he looks back at Hunter who nods at him. “Let’s go together.”
As a group, you set off towards the crowded stalls, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling market. Vincent walks slightly ahead of the group, his sharp eyes scanning the crowds for anything of interest. Selene chatters happily beside Helios, pointing out various trinkets and baubles that catch her eye. Hunter walks behind all of you, $H_hisher eyes also scanning the crowds.
You all stop at a few stalls, admiring the products. Hunter seems to be more focused on keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, $H_hisher eyes never staying in one place.
Helios, on the other hand, is more interested in buying books, and Selene’s attention is drawn to the various jewelry displays.
Meanwhile, Vincent quietly observes everything around him, his eyes flickering from one stall to another, as if searching for something specific.
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<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|FestHelios][$FestHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|FestHunter][$FestHunter to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Selene|FestSoarine][$FestSoarine to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|FestVincent][$FestVincent to "true"]]</span>“I can’t believe I traveled so far only to be standing around,” Selene says.
“You’re not from around here?” you ask.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m from Norazaan; I am only visiting for the new year.” She then looks at Helios, “Now that introductions are over, can we please go look around the stalls?” Selene eagerly suggests, her excitement palpable. “There’s so much to see, so much to–”
Helios cuts her off, rolling his eyes in amusement. “We both know you will stand in front of one stall until there is nothing left to purchase.”
She huffs, crossing her arms in mock frustration. “Firstly, that is a false statement.” she retorts, “Secondly, it merely happened twice. Lastly, fine I’ll go with Vincent,” she says then looks behind Helios. “Vincent! Come here!”
You look to where she’s looking and see Vincent still sitting on the ground with a bunch of kids. He looks up as Selene calls his name but doesn’t say anything. Nevertheless, he gets up and makes his way over to the group.
“Right, Vincent this is $ch2name.” Selene introduces, motioning towards you.
Vincent nods in acknowledgment, his eyes studying you briefly before $H_hisher attention drifts back to Selene as she continues talking.
“Let’s go look around the stalls,” Selene says to Vincent. Then, she looks back at you and winks. “You can join me if you’d like. I’m more fun than Helios.”
“We’re coming too,” Helios chimes in, he looks back at Hunter who nods at him. “Let’s go together.”
As a group, you set off towards the crowded stalls, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling market. Vincent walks slightly ahead of the group, his sharp eyes scanning the crowds for anything of interest. Selene chatters happily beside Helios, pointing out various trinkets and baubles that catch her eye. Hunter walks behind all of you, his eyes also scanning the crowds.
You all stop at a few stalls, admiring the products. Hunter seems to be more focused on keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, $H_hisher eyes never staying in one place.
Helios, on the other hand, is more interested in buying books, and Selene’s attention is drawn to the various jewelry displays.
Meanwhile, Vincent quietly observes everything around him, his eyes flickering from one stall to another, as if searching for something specific.
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<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|FestHelios][$FestHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|FestHunter][$FestHunter to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Selene|FestSoarine][$FestSoarine to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|FestVincent][$FestVincent to "true"]]</span><<set $festHelios to "true">>As you approach Helios, you can’t help but notice the book he is cradling in his hands. You slow your steps, a glint of curiosity sparking in your eyes. “What’s the book about?”
Helios responds with a warm smile, holding up the book so that you can catch a glimpse of its cover. “This,” he starts, his voice laced with excitement, “is a book on ancient myths and legends.”
With a subtle nod, you shift your gaze towards the cover of the book Helios is holding.
The cover is embossed with images of mythical creatures and gods, their forms twisted and contorted into impossible shapes. “That sounds quite intriguing,” you comment, “Do you happen to have a favored myth?”
A gentle smile spreads across Helios’ face as he responds, “There is a myth that has always held a special place in my heart. It’s about the dedicated love of an animal and a god.”
Helios begins to recount the myth, his voice carrying you away on a journey to another time and place. “There was once an animal who loved its master, a god, so much that the god granted it immortality as a reward for its devotion.” He flips open the book to a page with an illustration of a beautiful, otherworldly creature.
“That is incredible,” you say, impressed by the god’s generosity.
“But when the time came for the gods to leave the mortal realm,” Helios continues, his voice taking on a somber tone, “the animal was left all alone, without its beloved master.”
He turns the page, revealing an image of the same creature wandering through a desolate landscape. “It roamed the earth, searching for its master, but to no avail. Its love for the god was so strong that it never gave up its search, and it is said that it still roams the earth to this day, searching for its lost love.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s awful, how could the god grant it immortality when they knew they’d eventually leave the realm? It seems cruel to let the animal suffer like that.”|H-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s such a beautiful myth. It shows that true love and devotion never fade away, even in the face of great obstacles.”|H-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think it’s a reminder that love is powerful and can transcend even death. It is a beautiful sentiment, even if it is just a myth.”|H-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It must be hard to keep searching for something that may never be found.”|H-4]]</span>“Is everything alright?” you ask $H_himher, hoping to start a conversation.<<set $festHunter to "true">>
Hunter pauses for a moment as if considering whether to answer your question. Finally, $H_heshe speaks in a low voice, “I heard rumors of people going missing, a crowded place like this is ideal for such crimes.” $H_heshe continues, “Have you heard anything about it?”
So $H_heshe is playing it off as a rumor, the general public must not know about it if Hunter is being so careful with $H_hisher words.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I heard about it,” you reply, “Is it true?”|HU-1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I heard about it,” you reply, “I thought it was just a rumor.”|HU-1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I haven’t heard of such a rumor,” you lie, “Does it have any truth to it?”|HU-1-3]]</span>As you walk over to him, you can feel his guarded energy. As you get closer, you notice that he relaxes slightly, his shoulders dropping a bit.<<set $festVincent to "true">>
You take a moment to observe him.
As usual, he’s wearing all black, from his shoes to his pants and long-sleeved shirt. His hair falls over his forehead and his green eyes seem to be constantly scanning the surroundings.
In the past few years, encounters with him have been rare, thanks to Fadiya. You recall the violent altercation that occurred between them, which resulted in a broken nose and a broken fist. You vividly remember the sight of Fadiya clutching her injured hand, complaining about the pain, but still insisting it was worth it.
He looks tired, and you notice, his eyes are slightly sunken. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t seem as closed off as he usually is, or maybe it’s because you’re in disguise.
You’re certain if he knew who you were then he would’ve been staring daggers at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to see how differently he treats others.|V-1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to see how he treats you when he doesn’t know who you are.|V-1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to get to know him.|V-1-3]]</span>As you walk towards the jewelry stalls, Selene turns to you with a smile. “I’m so glad you decided to join us,” she says. “It’s always more fun with a bigger group.”<<set $festSoarine to "true">>
You glance at the various items on the table, admiring the craftsmanship of the pieces.
“Do you like any of these pieces?” she asks, gesturing towards the glittering necklaces and bracelets.
“They’re beautiful,” you reply, “But I have a necklace that is much more beautiful waiting for me at home.”
Selene raises an eyebrow curiously. “Oh? Is it a special necklace?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was given to me by my brother.” you tell her, “It means a lot to me.” You pause for a moment, remembering. “But enough about me. Have you found anything you like here?”|S-1-1][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod your head, “Yes, it’s very special to me.” you say, hoping that Selene will drop the subject. “But enough about me. Have you found anything you like here?”|S-1-2][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I’m not sure if it’s special, but it certainly has sentimental value,” you flash Selene a smile, “But enough about me. Have you found anything you like here?”|S-1-3][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s just a necklace,” you reply dismissively. “But enough about me. Have you found anything you like here?”|S-1-4][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Helios nods solemnly. “Yes, it is a sad tale, but it also speaks to the power of love and dedication. The animal’s love for its master was so strong that it was willing to endure an eternity of searching, even though it knew it may never find its beloved god.”
“If you were in that situation who would you prefer to be? The god or the animal?” Helios asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would rather be the god. It may be difficult to leave behind someone or something you love, but it is important to consider the consequences of our actions. After all, the gods left for a reason.”|H-1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the animal. Even if I knew I may never find my beloved master, I would be content knowing that my love was strong enough to endure for eternity.”|H-1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the god. But I would ensure that the animal was not left alone in its immortality. Perhaps I would give it a companion, someone to share its eternity with and lessen its suffering.”|H-1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had to choose between being the god or the animal, I would choose to be the animal. While the god’s actions were irresponsible and ultimately led to the animal’s suffering, its unwavering dedication and loyalty are admirable.”|H-1-4]]</span>“Yes, it’s a testament to the power of love,” Helios replies. “And it reminds us that even though we may lose those we love, the memories and feelings we have for them will always remain.”
“If you were in that situation who would you prefer to be? The god or the animal?” Helios asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would rather be the god. It may be difficult to leave behind someone or something you love, but it is important to consider the consequences of our actions. After all, the gods left for a reason.”|H-1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the animal. Even if I knew I may never find my beloved master, I would be content knowing that my love was strong enough to endure for eternity.”|H-1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the god. But I would ensure that the animal was not left alone in its immortality. Perhaps I would give it a companion, someone to share its eternity with and lessen its suffering.”|H-1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had to choose between being the god or the animal, I would choose to be the animal. While the god’s actions were irresponsible and ultimately led to the animal’s suffering, its unwavering dedication and loyalty are admirable.”|H-1-4]]</span>Helios nods in agreement. “Yes, it is a beautiful sentiment indeed. And who knows, perhaps there is some truth to the myth. After all, love is a powerful force that can create miracles.”
“If you were in that situation who would you prefer to be? The god or the animal?” Helios asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would rather be the god. It may be difficult to leave behind someone or something you love, but it is important to consider the consequences of our actions. After all, the gods left for a reason.”|H-1-1][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the animal. Even if I knew I may never find my beloved master, I would be content knowing that my love was strong enough to endure for eternity.”|H-1-2][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the god. But I would ensure that the animal was not left alone in its immortality. Perhaps I would give it a companion, someone to share its eternity with and lessen its suffering.”|H-1-3][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had to choose between being the god or the animal, I would choose to be the animal. While the god’s actions were irresponsible and ultimately led to the animal’s suffering, its unwavering dedication and loyalty are admirable.”|H-1-4][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Helios nods. “Indeed, but I think it shows the true depth and power of devotion. It is a love that transcends time and even death.”
“If you were in that situation who would you prefer to be? The god or the animal?” Helios asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would rather be the god. It may be difficult to leave behind someone or something you love, but it is important to consider the consequences of our actions. After all, the gods left for a reason.”|H-1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the animal. Even if I knew I may never find my beloved master, I would be content knowing that my love was strong enough to endure for eternity.”|H-1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would choose to be the god. But I would ensure that the animal was not left alone in its immortality. Perhaps I would give it a companion, someone to share its eternity with and lessen its suffering.”|H-1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had to choose between being the god or the animal, I would choose to be the animal. While the god’s actions were irresponsible and ultimately led to the animal’s suffering, its unwavering dedication and loyalty are admirable.”|H-1-4]]</span>Helios nods in agreement, he closes the book and tucks it under his arm. “Yes, that is true. It can be difficult to make such decisions, but sometimes it is necessary for the greater good.”
Then he shakes his head, “Enough about that, let’s get something to eat.”
Helios looks behind you and points to a stall nearby that is selling all types of street food, when you look back, you notice he was telling Hunter where he was going.
Hunter gives a nod and Helios smiles happily, “Come on, let’s try some food.”
You follow Helios to the food stall, the smell of sizzling meats and spices filling your nostrils.
The vendor greets Helios like an old friend, it seems like Helios comes here often unlike you.
Helios turns to you, “What do you want?”
You scan the menu hanging above the food stall, unsure of what to order. Helios notices your hesitation and steps in to help.
“Why don’t we try a little bit of everything?” he suggests, grinning.
You nod in agreement, and Helios orders a variety of dishes from the vendor. As you wait for your food, Helios starts to tell you about the food, his excitement palpable. “This stall is quite popular in the city,” he gestures towards the long line of people waiting for their orders.
“Do you come to the market often? It seemed like the vendor knew you.”
“I come here often, usually early in the morning when there is no one else around.” he tells you, “I came here today, early in the morning, he was here too so I helped him set his stall.”
The food arrives, and you dig in, relishing the explosion of flavors in your mouth. As you start to eat, you remember the myth that Helios shared earlier and decide to bring it up.
“Helios, going back to the story you told earlier, who would you prefer to be in that situation, the god or the animal?” you ask.
Helios takes a moment to chew on the food before answering. “I would prefer to be the animal,” he says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
You look at him with surprise, wondering why he would choose that option, “Really? Even though it was left alone and searching for its master for all eternity?”
“I would stop looking for my master.” Helios says firmly, “It is better to cherish the memories and experiences we have and use them to move forward in life.”
You sit there in silence, for a moment.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is it so easy to move on?” You smile but your smile is bittersweet.|H-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, impressed, “I see.”|H-2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, thoughtfully, “I see.”|H-2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to his father.|H-2-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to yourself.|H-2-5]]</span>Helios nods, his eyes reflecting understanding. He closes the book and tucks it under his arm, “Yes, the animal’s love was indeed a powerful thing. It reminds us that love is not always about possession or control but about selflessness and devotion.”
Then he shakes his head, “Enough about that, let’s get something to eat.”
Helios looks behind you and points to a stall nearby that is selling all types of street food, when you look back, you notice he was telling Hunter where he was going.
Hunter gives a nod and Helios smiles happily, “Come on, let’s try some food.”
You follow Helios to the food stall, the smell of sizzling meats and spices filling your nostrils.
The vendor greets Helios like an old friend, it seems like Helios comes here often unlike you.
Helios turns to you, “What do you want?”
You scan the menu hanging above the food stall, unsure of what to order. Helios notices your hesitation and steps in to help.
“Why don’t we try a little bit of everything?” he suggests, grinning.
You nod in agreement, and Helios orders a variety of dishes from the vendor. As you wait for your food, Helios starts to tell you about the food, his excitement palpable. “This stall is quite popular in the city,” he gestures towards the long line of people waiting for their orders.
“Do you come to the market often? It seemed like the vendor knew you.”
“I come here often, usually early in the morning when there is no one else around.” he tells you, “I came here today, early in the morning, he was here too so I helped him set his stall.”
The food arrives, and you dig in, relishing the explosion of flavors in your mouth. As you start to eat, you remember the myth that Helios shared earlier and decide to bring it up.
“Helios, going back to the story you told earlier, who would you prefer to be in that situation, the god or the animal?”
Helios takes a moment to chew on the food before answering. “I would prefer to be the animal,” he says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
You look at him with surprise, wondering why he would choose that option, “Really? Even though it was left alone and searching for its master for all eternity?”
“I would stop looking for my master.” Helios says firmly, “It is better to cherish the memories and experiences we have and use them to move forward in life.”
You sit there in silence, for a moment.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is it so easy to move on?” You smile but your smile is bittersweet.|H-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, impressed, “I see.”|H-2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, thoughtfully, “I see.”|H-2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to his father.|H-2-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to yourself.|H-2-5]]</span>Helios nods in agreement, he closes the book and tucks it under his arm. “That is a wise choice. It is important to consider the consequences of our actions and how they may impact others, especially those we care for.”
Then he shakes his head, “Enough about that, let’s get something to eat.”
Helios looks behind you and points to a stall nearby that is selling all types of street food, when you look back, you notice he was telling Hunter where he was going.
Hunter gives a nod and Helios smiles happily, “Come on, let’s try some food.”
You follow Helios to the food stall, the smell of sizzling meats and spices filling your nostrils.
The vendor greets Helios like an old friend, it seems like Helios comes here often unlike you.
Helios turns to you, “What do you want?”
You scan the menu hanging above the food stall, unsure of what to order. Helios notices your hesitation and steps in to help.
“Why don’t we try a little bit of everything?” he suggests, grinning.
You nod in agreement, and Helios orders a variety of dishes from the vendor. As you wait for your food, Helios starts to tell you about the food, his excitement palpable. “This stall is quite popular in the city,” he gestures towards the long line of people waiting for their orders.
“Do you come to the market often? It seemed like the vendor knew you.”
“I come here often, usually early in the morning when there is no one else around.” he tells you, “I came here today, early in the morning, he was here too so I helped him set his stall.”
The food arrives, and you dig in, relishing the explosion of flavors in your mouth. As you start to eat, you remember the myth that Helios shared earlier and decide to bring it up.
“Helios, going back to the story you told earlier, who would you prefer to be in that situation, the god or the animal?”
Helios takes a moment to chew on the food before answering. “I would prefer to be the animal,” he says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
You look at him with surprise, wondering why he would choose that option, “Really? Even though it was left alone and searching for its master for all eternity?”
“I would stop looking for my master.” Helios says firmly, “It is better to cherish the memories and experiences we have and use them to move forward in life.”
You sit there in silence, for a moment.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is it so easy to move on?” You smile but your smile is bittersweet.|H-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, impressed, “I see.”|H-2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, thoughtfully, “I see.”|H-2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to his father.|H-2-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to yourself.|H-2-5]]</span>Helios nods, understanding your choice. He closes the book and tucks it under his arm. “Yes, the animal’s devotion is truly admirable. It’s a reminder to us all to cherish and value the love and loyalty of those around us.”
Then he shakes his head, “Enough about that, let’s get something to eat.”
Helios looks behind you and points to a stall nearby that is selling all types of street food, when you look back, you notice he was telling Hunter where he was going.
Hunter gives a nod and Helios smiles happily, “Come on, let’s try some food.”
You follow Helios to the food stall, the smell of sizzling meats and spices filling your nostrils.
The vendor greets Helios like an old friend, it seems like Helios comes here often unlike you.
Helios turns to you, “What do you want?”
You scan the menu hanging above the food stall, unsure of what to order. Helios notices your hesitation and steps in to help.
“Why don’t we try a little bit of everything?” he suggests, grinning.
You nod in agreement, and Helios orders a variety of dishes from the vendor. As you wait for your food, Helios starts to tell you about the food, his excitement palpable. “This stall is quite popular in the city,” he gestures towards the long line of people waiting for their orders.
“Do you come to the market often? It seemed like the vendor knew you.”
“I come here often, usually early in the morning when there is no one else around.” he tells you, “I came here today, early in the morning, he was here too so I helped him set his stall.”
The food arrives, and you dig in, relishing the explosion of flavors in your mouth. As you start to eat, you remember the myth that Helios shared earlier and decide to bring it up.
“Helios, going back to the story you told earlier, who would you prefer to be in that situation, the god or the animal?”
Helios takes a moment to chew on the food before answering. “I would prefer to be the animal,” he says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
You look at him with surprise, wondering why he would choose that option, “Really? Even though it was left alone and searching for its master for all eternity?”
“I would stop looking for my master.” Helios says firmly, “It is better to cherish the memories and experiences we have and use them to move forward in life.”
You sit there in silence, for a moment.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is it so easy to move on?” You smile but your smile is bittersweet.|H-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, impressed, “I see.”|H-2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, thoughtfully, “I see.”|H-2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to his father.|H-2-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know someone who would rather die than move on.” You are referring to yourself.|H-2-5]]</span>Helios shakes his head, “No, it’s not easy. But it’s important to remember that life goes on, and sometimes we have to let go of what we cannot control.”
As he speaks, you notice the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. You notice how his eyes light up when he talks about the world, and his passion for life would be contagious if you were not who you are.
He seems so content and at peace with the world, a stark contrast to your restlessness and uncertainty.
For a moment, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the food. The sounds of the market swirl around you, the chatter of crowds and the clinking of utensils creating a symphony of noise.
You take another bite of the food, savoring the flavors and textures, forgetting what you two were talking about.
As you finish your meal, you begin to see why he is so beloved by those around him. He has a way of making you feel at ease, of making you feel like normal. He has a light within him that shines so brightly, it’s impossible not to be drawn to him.
If he is like the sun, then you are nothing more than a mere star, a small flicker in the grand scheme of things.
Before the conversation can go any further, you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Helios nods understandingly, “Oh, of course! Hope you enjoy the festivities!” His eyes are twinkling with amusement, and you wonder if he has sensed your eagerness to leave. However, his expression remains polite, and he bids you goodbye with a friendly wave.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<<else>>You nod at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<</if>>
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Helios, who now has Hunter standing next to him.
“Who were you with?” She asks before looking at Helios, “Who is that–” she begins before noticing Hunter, “Oh.”
“Yes.” you start, “I bumped into him after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>Helios smiles at you, “We should focus on what we have in the present and make the most of it.”
“You love life.” you observe, feeling a little envious of his easygoing nature.
Helios lets out a small laugh and tilts his head, “Don’t you?” he asks, genuinely curious.
You find that difficult to answer.
You notice how his eyes light up when he talks about the world, and his passion for life would be contagious if you were not who you are.
He seems so content and at peace with the world, a stark contrast to your restlessness and uncertainty.
You take another bite of the food, savoring the flavors and textures, forgetting what you two were talking about.
As you finish your meal, you begin to see why he is so beloved by those around him. He has a way of making you feel at ease, of making you feel like normal. He has a light within him that shines so brightly, it’s impossible not to be drawn to him.
If he is like the sun, then you are nothing more than a mere star, a small flicker in the grand scheme of things.
Before the conversation can go any further, you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Helios nods understandingly, “Oh, of course! Hope you enjoy the festivities!” His eyes are twinkling with amusement, and you wonder if he has sensed your eagerness to leave. However, his expression remains polite, and he bids you goodbye with a friendly wave.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her. <<else>>You nod at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<</if>>
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Helios, who now has Hunter standing next to him.
“Who were you with?” She asks before looking at Helios, “Who is that–” she begins before noticing Hunter, “Oh.”
“Yes.” you start, “I bumped into him after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>Helios smiles at you, “We should focus on what we have in the present and make the most of it.”
“You love life.” you observe, feeling a little envious of his easygoing nature.
Helios lets out a small laugh and tilts his head, “Don’t you?” he asks, genuinely curious.
You find that difficult to answer.
He seems so content and at peace with the world, a stark contrast to your restlessness and uncertainty.
You take another bite of the food, savoring the flavors and textures, forgetting what you two were talking about.
As you finish your meal, you begin to see why he is so beloved by those around him. He has a way of making you feel at ease, of making you feel like normal. He has a light within him that shines so brightly, it’s impossible not to be drawn to him.
If he is like the sun, then you are nothing more than a mere star, a small flicker in the grand scheme of things.
Before the conversation can go any further, you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Helios nods understandingly, “Oh, of course! Hope you enjoy the festivities!” His eyes are twinkling with amusement, and you wonder if he has sensed your eagerness to leave. However, his expression remains polite, and he bids you goodbye with a friendly wave.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<<else>>You nod at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<</if>>
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Helios, who now has Hunter standing next to him.
“Who were you with?” She asks before looking at Helios, “Who is that–” she begins before noticing Hunter, “Oh.”
“Yes.” you start, “I bumped into him after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>Helios lets out a small laugh that sounds inauthentic, “Me too but I think he’s getting better.”
Helios seems to be lost in thought, his gaze distant as he stares off into the crowd of people passing by. You notice a hint of pain in his expression and you wonder what he is thinking about, what could make him wear that expression on his face.
You take another bite of the food, savoring the flavors and textures, forgetting what you two were talking about.
As you finish your meal, you begin to see why he is so beloved by those around him. He has a way of making you feel at ease, of making you feel like normal. He has a light within him that shines so brightly, it’s impossible not to be drawn to him.
If he is like the sun, then you are nothing more than a mere star, a small flicker in the grand scheme of things.
Before the conversation can go any further, you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Helios nods understandingly, “Oh, of course! Hope you enjoy the festivities!” His eyes are twinkling with amusement, and you wonder if he has sensed your eagerness to leave. However, his expression remains polite, and he bids you goodbye with a friendly wave.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her. <<else>>You nod at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<</if>>
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Helios, who now has Hunter standing next to him.
“Who were you with?” She asks before looking at Helios, “Who is that–” she begins before noticing Hunter, “Oh.”
“Yes.” you start, “I bumped into him after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>Helios lets out a small laugh that sounds inauthentic, “Me too but I think he’s getting better.”
Helios seems to be lost in thought, his gaze distant as he stares off into the crowd of people passing by. You notice a hint of pain in his expression and you wonder what he is thinking about, what could make him wear that expression on his face.
You take another bite of the food, savoring the flavors and textures, forgetting what you two were talking about.
As you finish your meal, you begin to see why he is so beloved by those around him. He has a way of making you feel at ease, of making you feel like normal. He has a light within him that shines so brightly, it’s impossible not to be drawn to him.
If he is like the sun, then you are nothing more than a mere star, a small flicker in the grand scheme of things.
Before the conversation can go any further, you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Helios nods understandingly, “Oh, of course! Hope you enjoy the festivities!” His eyes are twinkling with amusement, and you wonder if he has sensed your eagerness to leave. However, his expression remains polite, and he bids you goodbye with a friendly wave.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her. <<else>>You nod at him before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.<</if>>
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Helios, who now has Hunter standing next to him.
“Who were you with?” She asks before looking at Helios, “Who is that–” she begins before noticing Hunter, “Oh.”
“Yes.” you start, “I bumped into him after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>“I’m not upset, you can do what you want.”
Fadiya smiles, looking relieved. “I’m glad you’re not upset.”
As you and Fadiya step out of the bustling market, the town square opens up before you. Water dances in the fountain at its center, casting sparkling droplets in the light of the lanterns. While a handful of stalls still occupy the square’s perimeter, the atmosphere here is noticeably calmer than the market’s frenzied energy.
The fountain is surrounded by a captivated audience, gathered around the performers who are enacting a scene. A man is standing tall above two other performers, his dialogue must be quite interesting as no one in the audience can take their eyes away from him.
One actor, towering over the others, commands the audience’s attention with his enthralling dialogue. Not a single spectator can look away from the performance.
“There is nothing great here, let’s go back to the market, maybe we will find something new.” Fadiya’s voice breaks the spell, she sounds nervous as if you are not supposed to be here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel there is something wrong.|45-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Based on how Fadiya is acting, there must be something wrong.|45-1]]</span>“I’m not upset, I do wish you gave me a warning though. What if all of them recognized me?”
Fadiya smiles, looking relieved. “I’m glad you’re not upset. But there’s no way they'd recognize you, you look completely different!” she says gesturing towards your $ch2hair hair and $ch2eyes eyes.
You suppose she’s right.
As you and Fadiya step out of the bustling market, the town square opens up before you. Water dances in the fountain at its center, casting sparkling droplets in the light of the lanterns. While a handful of stalls still occupy the square’s perimeter, the atmosphere here is noticeably calmer than the market’s frenzied energy.
The fountain is surrounded by a captivated audience, gathered around the performers who are enacting a scene. A man is standing tall above two other performers, his dialogue must be quite interesting as no one in the audience can take their eyes away from him.
One actor, towering over the others, commands the audience’s attention with his enthralling dialogue. Not a single spectator can look away from the performance.
“There is nothing great here, let’s go back to the market, maybe we will find something new.” Fadiya’s voice breaks the spell, she sounds nervous as if you are not supposed to be here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel there is something wrong.|45-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Based on how Fadiya is acting, there must be something wrong.|45-1]]</span>“I wish you had told me.” you say crossing your arms, “What if all of them recognized me?”
Fadiya’s expression softens, “I’m sorry for not telling you. There’s no way they would have recognized you though. You look completely different!” she says gesturing towards your $ch2hair hair and $ch2eyes eyes.
You suppose she’s right.
As you and Fadiya step out of the bustling market, the town square opens up before you. Water dances in the fountain at its center, casting sparkling droplets in the light of the lanterns. While a handful of stalls still occupy the square’s perimeter, the atmosphere here is noticeably calmer than the market’s frenzied energy.
The fountain is surrounded by a captivated audience, gathered around the performers who are enacting a scene. A man is standing tall above two other performers, his dialogue must be quite interesting as no one in the audience can take their eyes away from him.
One actor, towering over the others, commands the audience’s attention with his enthralling dialogue. Not a single spectator can look away from the performance.
“There is nothing great here, let’s go back to the market, maybe we will find something new.” Fadiya’s voice breaks the spell, she sounds nervous as if you are not supposed to be here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel there is something wrong.|45-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Based on how Fadiya is acting, there must be something wrong.|45-1]]</span>You're upset, and you feel kind of jealous but try to not let it show. You know Fadiya is just trying to be friendly and include everyone. “No, I’m not upset.”
Fadiya smiles, looking relieved. “I’m glad you’re not upset.”
As you and Fadiya step out of the bustling market, the town square opens up before you. Water dances in the fountain at its center, casting sparkling droplets in the light of the lanterns. While a handful of stalls still occupy the square’s perimeter, the atmosphere here is noticeably calmer than the market’s frenzied energy.
The fountain is surrounded by a captivated audience, gathered around the performers who are enacting a scene. A man is standing tall above two other performers, his dialogue must be quite interesting as no one in the audience can take their eyes away from him.
One actor, towering over the others, commands the audience’s attention with his enthralling dialogue. Not a single spectator can look away from the performance.
“There is nothing great here, let’s go back to the market, maybe we will find something new.” Fadiya’s voice breaks the spell, she sounds nervous as if you are not supposed to be here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel there is something wrong.|45-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Based on how Fadiya is acting, there must be something wrong.|45-1]]</span>Your heart beats faster as you try to control the sudden wave of emotion that washes over you but your body language betrays you.
“It’s just...I wish you had told me. I feel like you’re closer to them than you are to me.”
Fadiya looks at you with surprise. “What do you mean?” she asks, genuinely confused.
“I mean, you didn’t tell me they were coming. You made them the potion and didn’t even mention it to me. It feels like you have this whole other life that I’m not a part of.”
Fadiya’s expression softens as she realizes how her actions might have come across. “I’m sorry,” she says, “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. You’re my best friend, alright?”
You nod, feeling slightly better after her reassurance. “Alright.”
As you and Fadiya step out of the bustling market, the town square opens up before you. Water dances in the fountain at its center, casting sparkling droplets in the light of the lanterns. While a handful of stalls still occupy the square’s perimeter, the atmosphere here is noticeably calmer than the market’s frenzied energy.
The fountain is surrounded by a captivated audience, gathered around the performers who are enacting a scene. A man is standing tall above two other performers, his dialogue must be quite interesting as no one in the audience can take their eyes away from him.
One actor, towering over the others, commands the audience’s attention with his enthralling dialogue. Not a single spectator can look away from the performance.
“There is nothing great here, let’s go back to the market, maybe we will find something new.” Fadiya’s voice breaks the spell, she sounds nervous as if you are not supposed to be here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel there is something wrong.|45-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Based on how Fadiya is acting, there must be something wrong.|45-1]]</span>“I don’t know but it is always best to be cautious,” $H_heshe says, glancing around at the crowds.
You nod in agreement, you…
<span class="choice-normal">[["Ask " + $H_himher + " what other rumors have been circling in the city."|HU-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Ask " + $H_himher + " if " + $H_heshe + " has any new year’s resolutions in an attempt to lighten the mood."|HU-2-2]]</span>Hunter nods thoughtfully. “It’s always best to be cautious,” $H_heshe says, glancing around at the crowds.
You nod in agreement, you…
<span class="choice-normal">[["Ask " + $H_himher + " what other rumors have been circling in the city."|HU-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Ask " + $H_himher + " if " + $H_heshe + " has any new year’s resolutions in an attempt to lighten the mood."|HU-2-2]]</span>“I don’t know but it’s always best to be cautious,” $H_heshe says, glancing around at the crowds.
You nod in agreement, you…
<span class="choice-normal">[["Ask " + $H_himher + " what other rumors have been circling in the city."|HU-2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Ask " + $H_himher + " if " + $H_heshe + " has any new year’s resolutions in an attempt to lighten the mood."|HU-2-2]]</span>“Are there any other rumors circling in the city?” you ask.
Hunter shakes $H_hisher head. “Not that I know of,” $H_heshe replies, “But then again, I’m not one to keep up with rumors.”
What a bold-faced lie. You know for a fact as the Shield $H_heshe keeps up with everything going on in the city no matter how trustworthy the information is.
You notice that, unlike $H_hisher usual openness, there is something about $H_hisher demeanor that shuts you away and doesn’t feel welcoming. $H_HisHer smile is polite and $H_hisher demeanor is kind but it doesn’t feel the way it usually does.
“Nothing at all? There must be some rumor.”
“Well, I heard Vesphire has been especially colder these last few years. They say it’s because the family blessed by Nuria is gone.”
You resist the urge to react to Hunter’s statement.
Instead, you nod as if the information is new to you. “I see,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “It must be difficult for the people of Vesphire.”
Hunter’s expression softens slightly. “Yes, it has been challenging,” $H_heshe confirms, “It’s just one of many changes that have occurred in Vesphire.”
“What else has changed?” you inquire.
“Most of the things have changed for the better but the climate has been suffering since the war ended,” he says.
Hunter suddenly looks at you intently, as if trying to read your thoughts. “You seem to be quite curious about Vesphire,” $H_heshe comments, narrowing $H_hisher eyes slightly. “Do you have any connection to the kingdom?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[‘I’m just fascinated by the kingdom’s history and culture. It sounds like a beautiful place.”|HU-2-1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No connection, just curious about the world and the different places it has to offer.”|HU-2-1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you assume I have a connection? Just because I’m curious?”|HU-2-1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What makes you think I have a connection to Vesphire? I'm just asking out of general interest.”|HU-2-1-4]]</span>You decide to try to lighten the mood a bit. “So, have you made any new year’s resolutions?”
Hunter chuckles softly, the tension in $H_hisher shoulders easing slightly. “I don’t really believe in resolutions,” $H_heshe admits. “But I do hope that this year will bring some positive changes in my life.”
“Oh?” you prompt, “Anything specific?”
“I want to see more places this year.” Hunter looks wistful as $H_heshe speaks. “I’ve always been curious about the world outside of this city.”
“Where would you like to go first?”
Hunter looks at you with a hint of surprise, perhaps not expecting such genuine interest from you. “Well, I’ve been thinking of going outside of the kingdom,” $H_heshe says slowly. “Perhaps a good start would be Vesphire.”
“Really?” you ask, surprised. “Why not start in this kingdom?”
“I’m more curious about it,” $H_heshe replies with a small smile. “I know someone from there. I want to understand them better.”
Before you can respond to that, Hunter changes the subject, “So, why aren’t you celebrating tonight with your family?”
You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. It’s not like you can tell $H_himher the truth, that would reveal who you are.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, I don’t have any family.”|HU-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wanted to spend it with my friend but now I have no idea where she is.”|HU-3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They passed away so I planned on spending it with my friend.”|HU-3-3]]</span>Hunter nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. “I have heard it is a beautiful place indeed,” $H_heshe agrees, “I would like to go there.”
“Really?” you ask, surprised.
“I know someone from there. I want to understand them better.” $H_heshe replies with a soft smile.
Before you can respond to that, Hunter changes the subject, “So, why aren’t you celebrating tonight with your family?”
You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. It’s not like you can tell $H_himher the truth, that would reveal who you are.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, I don’t have any family.”|HU-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wanted to spend it with my friend but now I have no idea where she is.”|HU-3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They passed away so I planned on spending it with my friend.”|HU-3-3]]</span>Hunter nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. “I have heard many good things about it,” $H_heshe agrees, “I would like to go there.”
“Really?” you ask, surprised.
“I know someone from there. I want to understand them better.” $H_heshe replies with a soft smile.
Before you can respond to that, Hunter changes the subject, “So, why aren’t you celebrating tonight with your family?”
You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. It’s not like you can tell $H_himher the truth, that would reveal who you are.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, I don’t have any family.”|HU-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wanted to spend it with my friend but now I have no idea where she is.”|HU-3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They passed away so I planned on spending it with my friend.”|HU-3-3]]</span>Hunter chuckles softly. “It’s not just your curiosity, but the way you ask questions. You seem to have a genuine interest in the kingdom.”
“Well, it seems like a beautiful place, how could I not be curious?”
Hunter nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. “I have heard it is a beautiful place indeed,” $H_heshe agrees, “I would like to go there.”
“Really?” you ask, surprised.
“I know someone from there. I want to understand them better.” $H_heshe replies with a soft smile.
Before you can respond to that, Hunter changes the subject, “So, why aren’t you celebrating tonight with your family?”
You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. It’s not like you can tell $H_himher the truth, that would reveal who you are.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, I don’t have any family.”|HU-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wanted to spend it with my friend but now I have no idea where she is.”|HU-3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They passed away so I planned on spending it with my friend.”|HU-3-3]]</span>Hunter nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. “I have heard many good things about it,” $H_heshe agrees, “I would like to go there.”
“Really?” you ask, surprised.
“I know someone from there. I want to understand them better.” $H_heshe replies with a soft smile.
Before you can respond to that, Hunter changes the subject, “So, why aren’t you celebrating tonight with your family?”
You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. It’s not like you can tell $H_himher the truth, that would reveal who you are.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, I don’t have any family.”|HU-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wanted to spend it with my friend but now I have no idea where she is.”|HU-3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They passed away so I planned on spending it with my friend.”|HU-3-3]]</span>Hunter looks at you sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that,” $H_heshe says, “But you know, you don’t have to be alone. You can always find a family of your own. Moments like these are best spent with people you love.”
You take a moment to consider Hunter’s words before asking, “What about you? Why aren’t you spending the new year with your family?”
Hunter’s expression shifts slightly, and for a moment, Hunter looks very lonely. But then $H_heshe replies, “They’re busy working.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s too bad. It must be difficult to not be with your loved ones during this time.”|HU-4-1][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They must love their work if they are working today.”|HU-4-2][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>Hunter looks at you sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that,” $H_heshe says, “I’m glad you have someone to lean on. Moments like these are best spent with people you love.”
You take a moment to consider Hunter’s words before asking, “What about you? Why aren’t you spending the new year with your family?”
Hunter’s expression shifts slightly, and for a moment, Hunter looks very lonely. But then $H_heshe replies, “They’re busy working.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s too bad. It must be difficult to not be with your loved ones during this time.”|HU-4-1][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They must love their work if they are working today.”|HU-4-2][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 2, 0, 100)]]</span>Hunter nods sympathetically, “I hope you find her soon or she finds you. Moments like these are best spent with people you love.”
You take a moment to consider Hunter’s words before asking, “What about you? Why aren’t you spending the new year with your family?”
Hunter’s expression shifts slightly, and for a moment, Hunter looks very lonely. But then $H_heshe replies, “They’re busy working.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s too bad. It must be difficult to not be with your loved ones during this time.”|HU-4-1][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They must love their work if they are working today.”|HU-4-2][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Hunter nods, “It can be tough, but I’ve learned to appreciate the company of good friends.”
You catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize, Hunter,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Hunter nods understandingly, “Of course, go ahead. It was nice meeting you too. I hope you have fun.”
You <<if $emotional is "true">>smile<<else>>nod<</if>> at Hunter before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Hunter, who seems to have resumed $H_hisher vigilant scanning of the area.
“Is that Hunter?”
“I bumped into $H_himher after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>Hunter laughs, “They do, I can’t say I’m any different than them.”
You catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Your heart skips a beat as you see Fadiya, making her way through the crowd toward you. She spots you and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.
“I apologize, Hunter,” you say quickly, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of your friend. “I see my friend, I have to go join her. It was nice talking to you.”
Hunter nods understandingly, “Of course, go ahead. It was nice meeting you too. I hope you have fun.”
You nod at Hunter before quickly making your way toward Fadiya, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach her.
“Finally found you!” Fadiya exclaims in a hushed voice. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I got separated from you in the crowd,” you explain, casting a glance back at Hunter, who seems to have resumed $H_hisher vigilant scanning of the area.
“Is that Hunter?”
“I bumped into $H_himher after we got separated. You gave Helios the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “He asked for it, so I made it for him,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>Selene nods understandingly. “I have a little brother,” she says, “He’s quite young and a bit annoying but I still love him. I wanted to buy something for him.”
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at Selene’s words, feeling a pang of sadness at the mention of family. You quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<<else>>You feel a pang of sadness at the mention of family but you quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<</if>>
“You want to get him jewelry?” you ask.
Selene nods eagerly. “Yes, he loves shiny things,” she says with a laugh. “I was thinking of getting him a bracelet or a necklace. I want to get him something that he can treasure for a long time.”
You wonder if your brother had such thoughts while making your necklace.
“That’s sweet,” you say, “I'm sure he will love anything you get him.”
Selene nods, her eyes scanning the various pieces on the table. “I want to find something that speaks to him,” she says, her fingers hovering over a delicate silver bracelet with a small dragon charm. “Something that will remind him of me.”
You watch as Selene carefully examines the bracelet, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You can tell that she’s putting a lot of thought into the gift for her brother, and it’s heartwarming to see how much she cares for him.
“It’s perfect,” Selene says, holding up the bracelet for you to see. “It’s just the right amount of shiny and it has a dragon on it. He loves dragons.”
She then turns towards the stall owner to negotiate the price. As she haggles with the merchant, you glance around at the other jewelry on display.
As the transaction is completed, Selene carefully puts the bracelet in a small pouch and tucks it away in her cloak. She turns to you, “Is there something that catches your eye?” Selene asks, noticing you glancing at the jewelry.
You glance over the selection, admiring the sparkling gems. “They're nice,” you reply, “I didn’t bring any coins so maybe next time.”
Selene laughs. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “I’ll make sure you leave with something special.”
You shake your head, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea of Selene buying you jewelry. “It’s not necessary,” you tell her.
Selene shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like buying gifts for my friends,” she says. “And you’re my friend now.”
Before you can say anything, Selene starts moving away from the stall, “Come on,” she says, “Let’s go see if you find something you like.”
You hesitate for a moment before following Selene, feeling a bit unsure about the idea of accepting gifts from someone you barely know.
As you browse the various pieces on display, Selene points out different pieces that she thinks would suit you and makes conversation.
“Tell me more about yourself so I can find the perfect accessory for you.” she tilts her head, a playful smile on her lips.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer bracelets.”|S-2-1][$ch2bracelet to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer necklaces.”|S-2-2][$ch2necklace to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer rings.”|S-2-3][$ch2ring to "true"]]</span>Selene nods understandingly. “I have a little brother, he’s quite young and a bit annoying but I want to buy something for him,” she says.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at Selene’s words, feeling a pang of sadness at the mention of family. You quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<<else>>You feel a pang of sadness at the mention of family but you quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<</if>>
“You want to get him jewelry?” you ask.
Selene nods eagerly. “Yes, he loves shiny things,” she says with a laugh. “I was thinking of getting him a bracelet or a necklace. I want to get him something that he can treasure for a long time.”
You wonder if your brother had such thoughts while making your necklace.
“That’s sweet,” you say, “I’m sure he will love anything you get him.”
Selene nods, her eyes scanning the various pieces on the table. “I want to find something that speaks to him,” she says, her fingers hovering over a delicate silver bracelet with a small dragon charm. “Something that will remind him of me.”
You watch as Selene carefully examines the bracelet, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You can tell that she’s putting a lot of thought into the gift for her brother, and it’s heartwarming to see how much she cares for him.
“It’s perfect,” Selene says, holding up the bracelet for you to see. “It’s just the right amount of shiny and it has a dragon on it. He loves dragons.”
She then turns towards the stall owner to negotiate the price. As she haggles with the merchant, you glance around at the other jewelry on display.
As the transaction is completed, Selene carefully puts the bracelet in a small pouch and tucks it away in her cloak. She turns to you, “Is there something that catches your eye?” Selene asks, noticing you glancing at the jewelry.
You glance over the selection, admiring the sparkling gems. “They’re nice,” you reply, “I didn’t bring any coins so maybe next time.”
Selene laughs. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “I’ll make sure you leave with something special.”
You shake your head, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea of Selene buying you jewelry. “It’s not necessary,” you tell her.
Selene shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like buying gifts for my friends,” she says. “And you’re my friend now.”
Before you can say anything, Selene starts moving away from the stall, “Come on,” she says, “Let’s go see if you find something you like.”
You hesitate for a moment before following Selene, feeling a bit unsure about the idea of accepting gifts from someone you barely know.
As you browse the various pieces on display, Selene points out different pieces that she thinks would suit you and makes conversation.
“Tell me more about yourself so I can find the perfect accessory for you.” she tilts her head, a playful smile on her lips.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer bracelets.”|S-2-1][$ch2bracelet to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer necklaces.”|S-2-2][$ch2necklace to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer rings.”|S-2-3][$ch2ring to "true"]]</span>Selene’s eyes linger on you for a moment then she nods. “I have a little brother, he’s quite young and a bit annoying but I want to buy something for him,” she says.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at Selene’s words, feeling a pang of sadness at the mention of family. You quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<<else>>You feel a pang of sadness at the mention of family but you quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<</if>>
“You want to get him jewelry?” you ask.
Selene nods eagerly. “Yes, he loves shiny things,” she says with a laugh. “I was thinking of getting him a bracelet or a necklace. I want to get him something that he can treasure for a long time.”
You wonder if your brother had such thoughts while making your necklace.
“That’s sweet,” you say, “I’m sure he will love anything you get him.”
Selene nods, her eyes scanning the various pieces on the table. “I want to find something that speaks to him,” she says, her fingers hovering over a delicate silver bracelet with a small dragon charm. “Something that will remind him of me.”
You watch as Selene carefully examines the bracelet, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You can tell that she’s putting a lot of thought into the gift for her brother, and it’s heartwarming to see how much she cares for him.
“It’s perfect,” Selene says, holding up the bracelet for you to see. “It’s just the right amount of shiny and it has a dragon on it. He loves dragons.”
She then turns towards the stall owner to negotiate the price. As she haggles with the merchant, you glance around at the other jewelry on display.
As the transaction is completed, Selene carefully puts the bracelet in a small pouch and tucks it away in her cloak. She turns to you, “Is there something that catches your eye?” Selene asks, noticing you glancing at the jewelry.
You glance over the selection, admiring the sparkling gems. “They’re nice,” you reply, “I didn’t bring any coins so maybe next time.”
Selene laughs. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “I’ll make sure you leave with something special.”
You shake your head, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea of Selene buying you jewelry. “It’s not necessary,” you tell her.
Selene shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like buying gifts for my friends,” she says. “And you’re my friend now.”
Before you can say anything, Selene starts moving away from the stall, “Come on,” she says, “Let’s go see if you find something you like.”
You hesitate for a moment before following Selene, feeling a bit unsure about the idea of accepting gifts from someone you barely know.
As you browse the various pieces on display, Selene points out different pieces that she thinks would suit you and makes conversation.
“Tell me more about yourself so I can find the perfect accessory for you.” she tilts her head, a playful smile on her lips.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer bracelets.”|S-2-1][$ch2bracelet to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer necklaces.”|S-2-2][$ch2necklace to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer rings.”|S-2-3][$ch2ring to "true"]]</span>Selene’s eyes linger on you for a moment then she shakes her head. “Well, I have a little brother, he’s quite young and a bit annoying but I want to buy something for him from here,” she says.
<<if $emotional is "true">>You smile at Selene’s words, feeling a pang of sadness at the mention of family. You quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<<else>>You feel a pang of sadness at the mention of family but you quickly push the thought away, not wanting to bring the mood down.<</if>>
“You want to get him jewelry?” you ask.
Selene nods eagerly. “Yes, he loves shiny things,” she says with a laugh. “I was thinking of getting him a bracelet or a necklace. I want to get him something that he can treasure for a long time.”
You wonder if your brother had such thoughts while making your necklace.
“That’s sweet,” you say, “I’m sure he will love anything you get him.”
Selene nods, her eyes scanning the various pieces on the table. “I want to find something that speaks to him,” she says, her fingers hovering over a delicate silver bracelet with a small dragon charm. “Something that will remind him of me.”
You watch as Selene carefully examines the bracelet, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You can tell that she’s putting a lot of thought into the gift for her brother, and it’s heartwarming to see how much she cares for him.
“It’s perfect,” Selene says, holding up the bracelet for you to see. “It’s just the right amount of shiny and it has a dragon on it. He loves dragons.”
She then turns towards the stall owner to negotiate the price. As she haggles with the merchant, you glance around at the other jewelry on display.
As the transaction is completed, Selene carefully puts the bracelet in a small pouch and tucks it away in her cloak. She turns to you, “Is there something that catches your eye?” Selene asks, noticing you glancing at the jewelry.
You glance over the selection, admiring the sparkling gems. “They’re nice,” you reply, “I didn’t bring any coins so maybe next time.”
Selene laughs. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “I’ll make sure you leave with something special.”
You shake your head, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea of Selene buying you jewelry. “It’s not necessary,” you tell her.
Selene shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like buying gifts for my friends,” she says. “And you’re my friend now.”
Before you can say anything, Selene starts moving away from the stall, “Come on,” she says, “Let’s go see if you find something you like.”
You hesitate for a moment before following Selene, feeling a bit unsure about the idea of accepting gifts from someone you barely know.
As you browse the various pieces on display, Selene points out different pieces that she thinks would suit you and makes conversation.
“Tell me more about yourself so I can find the perfect accessory for you.” she tilts her head, a playful smile on her lips.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer bracelets.”|S-2-1][$ch2bracelet to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer necklaces.”|S-2-2][$ch2necklace to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I prefer rings.”|S-2-3][$ch2ring to "true"]]</span>Selene nods, her eyes looking for a suitable bracelet. “Something simple or more ornate?” she asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Simple|S-2-A][$ch2braceletsimple to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ornate|S-2-B][$ch2braceletornate to "true"]]</span>Selene nods, her eyes looking for a suitable necklace. “Something simple or more ornate?” she asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Simple|S-2-A][$ch2necklacesimple to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ornate|S-2-B][$ch2necklaceornate to "true"]]</span>Selene nods, her eyes looking for a suitable ring. “Something simple or more ornate?” she asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Simple|S-2-A][$ch2ringsimple to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ornate|S-2-B][$ch2ringornate to "true"]]</span>“Ornate,” you reply, “I like things that stand out.”
Selene nods in understanding and starts examining the jewelry on display, looking for something that fits your description.
<<if $ch2braceletsimple is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate golden bracelet with a small gemstone in the center.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the bracelet and examine it closely. The gemstone is a pale green color, and the golden band is simple yet elegant.<<elseif $ch2braceletornate is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a bracelet with detailed gold filigree and various gemstones.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the bracelet and examine it closely, admiring the details and the way the pale green gems catch the light and throw off a soft green glow.<<elseif $ch2necklacesimple is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate golden necklace with a small gemstone pendant.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the necklace and examine it closely, admiring the way the pale green gem catches the light.<<elseif $ch2necklaceornate is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a necklace with a large, pale green gemstone in the center, surrounded by detailed golden filigree.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the necklace and examine it closely, admiring the details and the way the pale green gem catches the light and throws off a soft green glow.<<elseif $ch2ringsimple is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate gold band with a small pale green gem nestled in the center.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the ring and examine it closely. The gemstone is a lime green color, and the gold band is simple yet elegant.<<elseif $ch2ringornate is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate gold band with a large pale green gem nestled in the center and an detailed design of interlocking vines and leaves.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the ring and examine it closely. The gold is finely wrought and the gem is cut in an detailed pattern, catching the light and throwing off a soft green glow.<</if>>
“It’s beautiful,” you say, admiring the gift. “But I really can’t accept it, Selene.”
Selene laughs lightly. “You don’t have to accept it as a gift,” she says, “Just think of it as a token of our friendship.”
“What should I give you in return?” you ask as she hands over the coins to the vendor.
She pauses, humming thoughtfully. “How about this?” she suggests, her eyes twinkling. “You tell me your real name.”
You feel a flicker of surprise at Selene’s request.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I told you my name earlier.”|S-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How did you know I didn’t give you my real name?”|S-3-2]]</span>“Simple,” you reply, “I like things that are understated.”
Selene nods in understanding and starts examining the jewelry on display, looking for something that fits your description.
Selene nods in understanding and starts examining the bracelets on display, looking for something that fits your description.
<<if $ch2bracelet is "true" and $ch2braceletsimple is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate golden bracelet with a small gemstone in the center.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the bracelet and examine it closely. The gemstone is a pale green color, and the golden band is simple yet elegant.<<elseif $ch2bracelet is "true" and $ch2braceletornate is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a bracelet with detailed gold filigree and various gemstones.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the bracelet and examine it closely, admiring the details and the way the pale green gems catch the light and throw off a soft green glow.<<elseif $ch2necklace is "true" and $ch2necklacesimple is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate golden necklace with a small gemstone pendant.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the necklace and examine it closely, admiring the way the pale green gem catches the light.<<elseif $ch2necklace is "true" and $ch2necklaceornate is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a necklace with a large, pale green gemstone in the center, surrounded by detailed golden filigree.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the necklace and examine it closely, admiring the details and the way the pale green gem catches the light and throws off a soft green glow.<<elseif $ch2ring is "true" and $ch2ringsimple is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate gold band with a small pale green gem nestled in the center.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the ring and examine it closely. The gemstone is a lime green color, and the gold band is simple yet elegant.<<elseif $ch2ring is "true" and $ch2ringornate is "true">>After a few moments, she holds up a delicate gold band with a large pale green gem nestled in the center and an detailed design of interlocking vines and leaves.
“What do you think of this one?” she asks, holding it out for you to see.
You take the ring and examine it closely. The gold is finely wrought and the gem is cut in an detailed pattern, catching the light and throwing off a soft green glow.<</if>>
“It’s beautiful,” you say, admiring the gift. “But I really can’t accept it, Selene.”
Selene laughs lightly. “You don’t have to accept it as a gift,” she says, “Just think of it as a token of our friendship.”
“What should I give you in return?” you ask as she hands over the coins to the vendor.
She pauses, humming thoughtfully. “How about this?” she suggests, her eyes twinkling. “You tell me your real name.”
You feel a flicker of surprise at Selene’s request.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I told you my name earlier.”|S-3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How did you know I didn’t give you my real name?”|S-3-2]]</span>Selene grins, “I know you didn’t tell us your real name,” she says, “I can tell when someone is lying to me, I can read people quite well.”
You feel a bit uneasy, wondering what else Selene has figured out about you but at the same time, you’re impressed by her perceptiveness.
It dawns on you that perhaps the gift was a ploy to get you to open up about yourself.
<<if $ch2bracelet is "true">>The bracelet in your hand suddenly feels like a lure, enticing you to reveal your secrets.<<elseif $ch2necklace is "true">>The necklace in your hand suddenly feels like a lure, enticing you to reveal your secrets.<<elseif $ch2ring is "true">>The ring in your hand suddenly feels like a lure, enticing you to reveal your secrets.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tell her your name, your real name.|S-4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Refuse to tell her your real name. “Sorry, but where’s the fun in that?” you tease with a mischievous smile, “I prefer to keep my secrets safe and sound.”|S-4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Refuse to tell her your real name. “I can’t tell you what you want.”|S-4-3]]</span>Selene grins, “I can tell when someone is lying to me, I can read people quite well.”
You feel a bit uneasy, wondering what else Selene has figured out about you but at the same time, you’re impressed by her perceptiveness.
It dawns on you that perhaps the gift was a ploy to get you to open up about yourself.
<<if $ch2bracelet is "true">>The bracelet in your hand suddenly feels like a lure, enticing you to reveal your secrets.<<elseif $ch2necklace is "true">>The necklace in your hand suddenly feels like a lure, enticing you to reveal your secrets.<<elseif $ch2ring is "true">>The ring in your hand suddenly feels like a lure, enticing you to reveal your secrets.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tell her your name, your real name.|S-4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Refuse to tell her your real name. “Sorry, but where’s the fun in that?” you tease with a mischievous smile, “I prefer to keep my secrets safe and sound.”|S-4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Refuse to tell her your real name. “I can’t tell you what you want.”|S-4-3]]</span>“I apologize, but where is the enjoyment in that?” you tease with a mischievous smile, “I prefer to keep my secrets safe and sound.”
Selene laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Fair enough,” she says, “I can respect that.”
Before Selene can say anything else, the two of you are interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turn around to see Fadiya standing there.
She looks a bit out of breath as if she had been running. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Fadiya’s eyes dart between you and Selene, and you notice a hint of confusion in her expression.
“This is Selene,” you introduce her, “She was kind enough to let me tag along with her when we got separated.”
Fadiya nods, still looking a bit uncertain. “I see,” she says, “We should go now.”
You nod in agreement, feeling a bit guilty for getting so wrapped up in your conversation with Selene that you forgot about looking for Fadiya.
“Thank you for the gift,” you say to Selene, putting the pouch in your pocket.
“You’re welcome,” Selene replies, giving you a warm smile, “I hope you enjoy the rest of the night.”
You bid Selene farewell and follow Fadiya through the crowded festival. After a few minutes of walking in silence, Fadiya suddenly turns to you, “Who is she?” she asks, her tone slightly accusatory.
“Who? Selene?” you ask, taken aback by Fadiya’s sudden hostility.
Fadiya nods, “Yes, Selene. Who is she?”
“She’s just someone I met at the festival,” you reply, “She was kind enough to let me tag along with her.”
Fadiya’s expression softens a bit, “I’m sorry,” she says, “It’s just that I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Hurt?” you ask, confused.
“She was hiding her true appearance with magic. I could feel it.” She frowns, “I wonder where she got a potion from, she wasn’t a mage.”
“She was with Helios, Hunter, and Vincent when I met her. You gave them the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “They asked for it, so I made it for them,” she admitted. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>“I’m sorry, Selene,” you say, handing back the gift. “I can’t give you what you want.”
Selene’s expression falls for a moment, but then she smiles again, “It’s okay,” she says, “I understand. You don’t have to tell me if you do not want to. Keep the gift.”
Before Selene can say anything else, the two of you are interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turn around to see Fadiya standing there.
She looks a bit out of breath as if she had been running. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Fadiya’s eyes dart between you and Selene, and you notice a hint of confusion in her expression.
“This is Selene,” you introduce her, “She was kind enough to let me tag along with her when we got separated.”
Fadiya nods, still looking a bit uncertain. “I see,” she says, “We should go now.”
You nod in agreement, feeling a bit guilty for getting so wrapped up in your conversation with Selene that you forgot about looking for Fadiya.
“Thank you for the gift,” you say to Selene, putting the pouch in your pocket.
“You’re welcome,” Selene replies, giving you a warm smile, “I hope you enjoy the rest of the night.”
You bid Selene farewell and follow Fadiya through the crowded festival. After a few minutes of walking in silence, Fadiya suddenly turns to you, “Who is she?” she asks, her tone slightly accusatory.
“Who? Selene?” you ask, taken aback by Fadiya’s sudden hostility.
Fadiya nods, “Yes, Selene. Who is she?”
“She’s just someone I met at the festival,” you reply, “She was kind enough to let me tag along with her.”
Fadiya’s expression softens a bit, “I’m sorry,” she says, “It’s just that I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Hurt?” you ask, confused.
“She was hiding her true appearance with magic. I could feel it.” She frowns, “I wonder where she got a potion from, she wasn’t a mage.”
“She was with Helios, Hunter, and Vincent when I met her. You gave them the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “They asked for it, so I made it for them,” she admitted. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>“My name is…” You hesitate for a moment, “$name.”
“$name,” she repeats, testing out the name on her tongue. “I like it. It suits you.”
Before Selene can say anything else, the two of you are interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turn around to see Fadiya standing there.
She looks a bit out of breath as if she had been running. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Fadiya’s eyes dart between you and Selene, and you notice a hint of confusion in her expression.
“This is Selene,” you introduce her, “She was kind enough to let me tag along with her when we got separated.”
Fadiya nods, still looking a bit uncertain. “I see,” she says, “We should go now.”
You nod in agreement, feeling a bit guilty for getting so wrapped up in your conversation with Selene that you forgot about looking for Fadiya.
“Thank you for the gift,” you say to Selene, putting the pouch in your pocket.
“You’re welcome,” Selene replies, giving you a warm smile, “I hope you enjoy the rest of the night.”
You bid Selene farewell and follow Fadiya through the crowded festival. After a few minutes of walking in silence, Fadiya suddenly turns to you, “Who is she?” she asks, her tone slightly accusatory.
“Who? Selene?” you ask, taken aback by Fadiya’s sudden hostility.
Fadiya nods, “Yes, Selene. Who is she?”
“She’s just someone I met at the festival,” you reply, “She was kind enough to let me tag along with her.”
Fadiya’s expression softens a bit, “I’m sorry,” she says, “It’s just that I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Hurt?” you ask, confused.
“She was hiding her true appearance with magic. I could feel it.” She frowns, “I wonder where she got a potion from, she wasn’t a mage.”
“She was with Helios, Hunter, and Vincent when I met her. You gave them the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “They asked for it, so I made it for them,” she admitted. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she added.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>You decide to strike up a conversation with him, curious about how he interacts with others. <<set $ch2vic to 1>>
“What do you think of this place?” you ask, trying to start a conversation with him.
He turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s a market, what’s there to think about it?” he replies.
You can’t help but feel a little disappointed by his response.<<if $ch2vic is 1>> Is he impolite to everyone?<<elseif $ch2vic is 2>> He is treating you just the way he usually does.<<else>>You were hoping to get to know him better, to understand what makes him tick.<</if>>
You decide to push a little further. “Do you come to the market often?” you ask, hoping to get him to open up a bit.
“Occasionally,” he answers shortly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Have you found anything interesting in this market so far?” you ask, flashing him a friendly smile.|V-2-1][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You seem like a tough person to get to know,” you say bluntly, studying his face for any reaction.|V-2-2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You decide to strike up a conversation with him, curious about how he will treat you when he doesn’t know who you are.<<set $ch2vic to 2>>
“What do you think of this place?” you ask, trying to start a conversation with him.
He turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s a market, what’s there to think about it?” he replies.
You can’t help but feel a little disappointed by his response.<<if $ch2vic is 1>> Is he impolite to everyone?<<elseif $ch2vic is 2>> He is treating you just the way he usually does.<<else>>You were hoping to get to know him better, to understand what makes him tick.<</if>>
You decide to push a little further. “Do you come to the market often?” you ask, hoping to get him to open up a bit.
“Occasionally,” he answers shortly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Have you found anything interesting in this market so far?” you ask, flashing him a friendly smile.|V-2-1][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You seem like a tough person to get to know,” you say bluntly, studying his face for any reaction.|V-2-2][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You decide to strike up a conversation with him, you want to get to know him better.<<set $ch2vic to 3>>
“What do you think of this place?” you ask, trying to start a conversation with him.
He turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s a market, what’s there to think about it?” he replies.
You can’t help but feel a little disappointed by his response.<<if $ch2vic is 1>> Is he impolite to everyone?<<elseif $ch2vic is 2>> He is treating you just the way he usually does.<<else>>You were hoping to get to know him better, to understand what makes him tick.<</if>>
You decide to push a little further. “Do you come to the market often?” you ask, hoping to get him to open up a bit.
“Occasionally,” he answers shortly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Have you found anything interesting in this market so far?” you ask, flashing him a friendly smile.|V-2-1][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You seem like a tough person to get to know,” you say bluntly, studying his face for any reaction.|V-2-2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Vincent arches an eyebrow at your question, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of something else in his eyes, something that you can’t quite put your finger on. “Not yet,” he replies, his voice still guarded. “But I’m not looking for anything in particular.”
But then, unexpectedly, he asks you a question. “What about you?” His voice is still guarded but with a hint of curiosity.
You’re surprised by the sudden change in his attitude, but you take the opportunity to start a conversation with him. “I’m not looking for anything in particular. Unless my friend counts, I hope she somehow finds me soon.”
Vincent nods, his gaze flickering towards the people around you. “I can help you look for your friend if you’d like.” he suggests, his head tilting towards the bustling crowd, “You’ll enjoy the festivities more with someone you know.”
He’s right, you should find her soon. You hope nothing bad happened to her. “That’s a good idea.”
You start walking through the market, Vincent leading the way.
“Where did you last see her?” Vincent asks, his voice cutting through the clamor.
“I noticed we got separated when I was near a fortune teller’s stall.”
Vincent nods and steers you toward the stall. As you approach, you see that there are now even more people gathered around the stall, eagerly awaiting a reading of their future.
You scour the throngs for a glimpse of Fadiya but find nothing. “She’s not here,” you say with a tinge of disappointment.
“That old woman keeps staring at you.”
“Who?”
But before Vincent can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the din. “Hey, you! I can’t give you a reading right now but take a fortune cookie!” The old woman at the fortune teller’s booth calls out to you, pointing towards the bowl on the table.
You hesitate, not wanting to waste your time with a cookie when you need to find Fadiya. But as you glance at the stubborn fortune teller, you realize she won’t leave you alone unless you take one.
With a sigh, you reach for a cookie. As you crack it open, a slip of paper falls out with a message written on it.
“Find your smile.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff at the message, feeling like it’s a cliché and unhelpful sentiment.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message brings a smile to your face, and you feel a sense of comfort. Even though life has been tough, there are still small joys to be found.|V3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message feels like a cruel joke to you. You’ve had a difficult life, and you don’t think there’s anything to smile about.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message makes you smile. It’s so cheesy and cliché that you can’t help but find it amusing.|V3-2]]</span>Vincent arches an eyebrow at your statement, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of something else in his eyes, something that you can’t quite put your finger on. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
You nod, determined to get through to him. “You’re so guarded. It’s like you don’t want anyone to get close to you.”
He scoffs at that, shaking his head.
“Well, why don’t you tell me something about yourself then?”
Vincent pauses for a moment, his eyes studying your face. “What do you want to know?” he finally asks.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you like festivals?”|V3-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Have you tried any of the food here?”|V3-B]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Have you found anything you want?”|V3-C]]</span>“Easier said than done,” you mutter under your breath.
You take a bite of the cookie, but the taste seems to have lost its appeal.
You take a deep breath and try to push the negative thoughts aside.
“I think I see her.” Vincent breaks you away from your thoughts.
“What? You don’t even know what she looks–”
But as you turn your head, you see Fadiya standing a few feet away from you, a wide smile on her face as she waves at you excitedly. Her smile falters when she sees the person next to you.
“Go back to the palace soon.” His voice is low but firm, and his eyes are fixed on you.
You stare at him, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone.
“What?”
“Go back to the palace soon,” he repeats, his voice brooking no argument. “It isn’t safe here.”
Your heart races as his words sink in, and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, “How did you know?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Vincent doesn’t answer immediately, he shifts his gaze away from you and towards the throngs of people milling around the market. Finally, he says, “Only a fool wouldn’t recognize you.”
“Why didn’t you tell the others?”
“It is not my place to reveal your identity.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Thank him.|Vfinal]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t thank him.|Vfinal2]]</span>As you munch on the cookie, you can’t help but feel a twinge of hope. Maybe this is the universe’s way of nudging you in the right direction.
“I think I see her.” Vincent breaks you away from your thoughts.
“What? You don’t even know what she looks–”
But as you turn your head, you see Fadiya standing a few feet away from you, a wide smile on her face as she waves at you excitedly. Her smile falters when she sees the person next to you.
“Go back to the palace soon.” His voice is low but firm, and his eyes are fixed on you.
You stare at him, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone.
“What?”
“Go back to the palace soon,” he repeats, his voice brooking no argument. “It isn’t safe here.”
Your heart races as his words sink in, and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, “How did you know?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Vincent doesn’t answer immediately, he shifts his gaze away from you and towards the throngs of people milling around the market. Finally, he says, “Only a fool wouldn’t recognize you.”
“Why didn’t you tell the others?”
“It is not my place to reveal your identity.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Thank him.|Vfinal]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t thank him.|Vfinal2]]</span>“Thank you,” you finally say, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “For not telling anyone.”
You can see the flicker of surprise in his features as he processes your unexpected gratitude. Despite the initial shock, he quickly regains his composure and nods, “Stay close to your friend.” he advises, his gaze flickering towards Fadiya.
With that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd. You stand there for a moment, watching him go, before finally turning towards Fadiya.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, Fadiya suddenly turns to you, “Was that my imagination or were you with Vincent?” she asks, her tone slightly accusatory.
“Yes, I ran into him after we got separated.”
Fadiya frowns, “I didn’t think he liked festivals, seeing how he is always staring blankly at everything.”
“He came with Helios and Hunter.” you reply, “You gave them a bottle of the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “They asked for it, so I made it for them,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she adds.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>You stare at him, unsure of what to say or do. You turn your attention back to Fadiya, who is still waiting for you with a bright smile on her face. You walk towards her and don’t look back.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, Fadiya suddenly turns to you, “Was that my imagination or were you with Vincent?” she asks, her tone slightly accusatory.
“Yes, I ran into him after we got separated.”
Fadiya frowns, “I didn’t think he liked festivals, seeing how he is always staring blankly at everything.”
“He came with Helios and Hunter.” you reply, “You gave them a bottle of the potion, didn’t you?”
Fadiya nods, looking slightly ashamed. “They asked for it, so I made it for them,” she admits. “Then I thought it would be fun for you to see the festivities too…”
You can tell that Fadiya is trying to justify her actions, so you listen patiently. “Are you upset? I didn’t think we would run into them so I didn’t mention they were coming too,” she adds.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not upset that she didn’t tell you.|FDY1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not too upset, you wish she had given you a warning.|FDY2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, she should’ve told you.|FDY3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others but you try to not let it show.|FDY4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re upset, you feel jealous about her closeness to the others.|FDY5]]</span>“Not really,” he replies, his voice still guarded. “They are always too crowded.”
But then, unexpectedly, he asks you a question. “What about you?” His voice is still guarded but with a hint of curiosity.
You’re surprised by the sudden change in his attitude, but you take the opportunity to start a conversation with him.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I like them.”|V4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“They’re alright.”|V4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Not really.”|V4-3]]</span>“Not really,” he replies, his voice still guarded. “The stalls are always too crowded.”
But then, unexpectedly, he asks you a question. “What about you?” His voice is still guarded but with a hint of curiosity.
You’re surprised by the sudden change in his attitude, but you take the opportunity to start a conversation with him.
“I haven’t tried any of it, I was hoping for suggestions. Preferably something sweet since my friend loves sweets.”
Vincent nods, his gaze flickering towards the people around you. “I don’t like sweets so I can’t help you with that. But I can help you look for your friend if you’d like.” he suggests, his head tilting towards the bustling crowd, “You’ll enjoy the festivities more with someone you know.”
He’s right, you should find her soon. You hope nothing bad happened to her. “That’s a good idea.”
You start walking through the market, Vincent leading the way.
“Where did you last see her?” Vincent asks, his voice cutting through the clamor.
“I noticed we got separated when I was near a fortune teller’s stall.”
Vincent nods and steers you toward the stall. As you approach, you see that there are now even more people gathered around the stall, eagerly awaiting a reading of their future.
As you approach, you notice that the stall is now bustling with even more customers. You scour the throngs for a glimpse of Fadiya but find nothing. “She’s not here,” you say with a tinge of disappointment.
“That old woman keeps staring at you.”
“Who?”
But before Vincent can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the din. “Hey, you! I can’t give you a reading right now but take a fortune cookie!” The old woman at the fortune teller’s booth calls out to you, pointing towards the bowl on the table.
You hesitate, not wanting to waste your time with a cookie when you need to find Fadiya. But as you glance at the stubborn fortune teller, you realize she won’t leave you alone unless you take one.
With a sigh, you reach for a cookie. As you crack it open, a slip of paper falls out with a message written on it.
“Find your smile.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff at the message, feeling like it’s a cliché and unhelpful sentiment.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message brings a smile to your face, and you feel a sense of comfort. Even though life has been tough, there are still small joys to be found.|V3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message feels like a cruel joke to you. You’ve had a difficult life, and you don’t think there’s anything to smile about.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message makes you smile. It’s so cheesy and cliché that you can’t help but find it amusing.|V3-2]]</span>“Not yet,” he replies, his voice still guarded. “But I’m not looking for anything in particular.”
But then, unexpectedly, he asks you a question. “What about you?” His voice is still guarded but with a hint of curiosity.
You’re surprised by the sudden change in his attitude, but you take the opportunity to start a conversation with him. “I’m not looking for anything in particular. Unless my friend counts, I hope she somehow finds me soon.”
Vincent nods, his gaze flickering towards the people around you. “I can help you look for your friend if you’d like.” he suggests, his head tilting towards the bustling crowd, “You’ll enjoy the festivities more with someone you know.”
He’s right, you should find her soon. You hope nothing bad happened to her. “That’s a good idea.”
You start walking through the market, Vincent leading the way.
“Where did you last see her?” Vincent asks, his voice cutting through the clamor.
“I noticed we got separated when I was near a fortune teller’s stall.”
Vincent nods and steers you toward the stall. As you approach, you see that there are now even more people gathered around the stall, eagerly awaiting a reading of their future.
As you approach, you notice that the stall is now bustling with even more customers. You scour the throngs for a glimpse of Fadiya but find nothing. “She’s not here,” you say with a tinge of disappointment.
“That old woman keeps staring at you.”
“Who?”
But before Vincent can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the din. “Hey, you! I can’t give you a reading right now but take a fortune cookie!” The old woman at the fortune teller’s booth calls out to you, pointing towards the bowl on the table.
You hesitate, not wanting to waste your time with a cookie when you need to find Fadiya. But as you glance at the stubborn fortune teller, you realize she won’t leave you alone unless you take one.
With a sigh, you reach for a cookie. As you crack it open, a slip of paper falls out with a message written on it.
“Find your smile.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff at the message, feeling like it’s a cliché and unhelpful sentiment.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message brings a smile to your face, and you feel a sense of comfort. Even though life has been tough, there are still small joys to be found.|V3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message feels like a cruel joke to you. You’ve had a difficult life, and you don’t think there’s anything to smile about.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message makes you smile. It’s so cheesy and cliché that you can’t help but find it amusing.|V3-2]]</span>“I came with a friend but we got separated, I hope she somehow finds me soon.”
Vincent nods, his gaze flickering towards the people around you. “I can help you look for your friend if you’d like.” he suggests, his head tilting towards the bustling crowd, “You’ll enjoy the festivities more with someone you know.”
He’s right, you should find her soon. You hope nothing bad happened to her. “That’s a good idea.”
You start walking through the market, Vincent leading the way.
“Where did you last see her?” Vincent asks, his voice cutting through the clamor.
“I noticed we got separated when I was near a fortune teller’s stall.”
Vincent nods and steers you toward the stall. As you approach, you see that there are now even more people gathered around the stall, eagerly awaiting a reading of their future.
As you approach, you notice that the stall is now bustling with even more customers. You scour the throngs for a glimpse of Fadiya but find nothing. “She’s not here,” you say with a tinge of disappointment.
“That old woman keeps staring at you.”
“Who?”
But before Vincent can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the din. “Hey, you! I can’t give you a reading right now but take a fortune cookie!” The old woman at the fortune teller’s booth calls out to you, pointing towards the bowl on the table.
You hesitate, not wanting to waste your time with a cookie when you need to find Fadiya. But as you glance at the stubborn fortune teller, you realize she won’t leave you alone unless you take one.
With a sigh, you reach for a cookie. As you crack it open, a slip of paper falls out with a message written on it.
“Find your smile.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff at the message, feeling like it’s a cliché and unhelpful sentiment.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message brings a smile to your face, and you feel a sense of comfort. Even though life has been tough, there are still small joys to be found.|V3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message feels like a cruel joke to you. You’ve had a difficult life, and you don’t think there’s anything to smile about.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message makes you smile. It’s so cheesy and cliché that you can’t help but find it amusing.|V3-2]]</span>“I came with a friend but we got separated, I hope she somehow finds me soon.”
Vincent nods, his gaze flickering towards the people around you. “I can help you look for your friend if you’d like.” he suggests, his head tilting towards the bustling crowd, “You’ll enjoy the festivities more with someone you know.”
He’s right, you should find her soon. You hope nothing bad happened to her. “That’s a good idea.”
You start walking through the market, Vincent leading the way.
“Where did you last see her?” Vincent asks, his voice cutting through the clamor.
“I noticed we got separated when I was near a fortune teller’s stall.”
Vincent nods and steers you toward the stall. As you approach, you see that there are now even more people gathered around the stall, eagerly awaiting a reading of their future.
As you approach, you notice that the stall is now bustling with even more customers. You scour the throngs for a glimpse of Fadiya but find nothing. “She’s not here,” you say with a tinge of disappointment.
“That old woman keeps staring at you.”
“Who?”
But before Vincent can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the din. “Hey, you! I can’t give you a reading right now but take a fortune cookie!” The old woman at the fortune teller’s booth calls out to you, pointing towards the bowl on the table.
You hesitate, not wanting to waste your time with a cookie when you need to find Fadiya. But as you glance at the stubborn fortune teller, you realize she won’t leave you alone unless you take one.
With a sigh, you reach for a cookie. As you crack it open, a slip of paper falls out with a message written on it.
“Find your smile.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff at the message, feeling like it’s a cliché and unhelpful sentiment.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message brings a smile to your face, and you feel a sense of comfort. Even though life has been tough, there are still small joys to be found.|V3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message feels like a cruel joke to you. You’ve had a difficult life, and you don’t think there’s anything to smile about.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message makes you smile. It’s so cheesy and cliché that you can’t help but find it amusing.|V3-2]]</span>“I came with a friend but we got separated, I hope she somehow finds me soon.”
Vincent nods, his gaze flickering towards the people around you. “I can help you look for your friend if you’d like.” he suggests, his head tilting towards the bustling crowd, “You’ll enjoy the festivities more with someone you know.”
He’s right, you should find her soon. You hope nothing bad happened to her. “That’s a good idea.”
You start walking through the market, Vincent leading the way.
“Where did you last see her?” Vincent asks, his voice cutting through the clamor.
“I noticed we got separated when I was near a fortune teller’s stall.”
Vincent nods and steers you toward the stall. As you approach, you see that there are now even more people gathered around the stall, eagerly awaiting a reading of their future.
As you approach, you notice that the stall is now bustling with even more customers. You scour the throngs for a glimpse of Fadiya but find nothing. “She’s not here,” you say with a tinge of disappointment.
“That old woman keeps staring at you.”
“Who?”
But before Vincent can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the din. “Hey, you! I can’t give you a reading right now but take a fortune cookie!” The old woman at the fortune teller’s booth calls out to you, pointing towards the bowl on the table.
You hesitate, not wanting to waste your time with a cookie when you need to find Fadiya. But as you glance at the stubborn fortune teller, you realize she won’t leave you alone unless you take one.
With a sigh, you reach for a cookie. As you crack it open, a slip of paper falls out with a message written on it.
“Find your smile.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff at the message, feeling like it’s a cliché and unhelpful sentiment.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message brings a smile to your face, and you feel a sense of comfort. Even though life has been tough, there are still small joys to be found.|V3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message feels like a cruel joke to you. You’ve had a difficult life, and you don’t think there’s anything to smile about.|V3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The message makes you smile. It’s so cheesy and cliché that you can’t help but find it amusing.|V3-2]]</span>You turn to Fadiya, hoping for an explanation but she averts her gaze and fidgets with her long sleeves. Her discomfort is palpable, and you realize that there must be a reason why she doesn’t want you to watch the play.
As you scan the crowd, your eyes fall on the actors again. This time, you notice that their costumes and props are eerily familiar.
The man standing tall has the same broad shoulders and stark white hair as Luceris. The woman on the ground has the same $haircolor hair as you and the man trying to protect her has your red eyes.
Realization dawns upon you as you watch the man’s sword near the others on the ground.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Really? On the last day of the year they want to watch that?” you say, letting out a chuckle yet there is no amusement in your voice.|46-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re speechless, there are no words that can explain how you feel.|46-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You swallow hard, trying to contain your tears.|46-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You clench your jaw, no one can imagine how angry you feel.|46-1]]</span>You can feel the weight of the tragedy settle heavily in your chest as you realize that they have turned the brutal murder of your family into a form of entertainment.
Without another word, you walk away from the scene.
As you walk, memories of that fateful night flood your mind, the sound of the chandelier shattering on the ground, the smell of smoke, and the sight of your parents lying motionless on the ground.
“Let’s go back to the palace,” Fadiya says softly, “You should rest.”
You nod numbly, unable to form coherent thoughts.
As you walk back to the palace, you try to push the memories of that night out of your mind, but they linger like a dark cloud.
When you finally arrive back at the palace, Fadiya leads you to your chambers and leaves you to rest.
You wash your face, the cold water making you feel as good as you could at this moment.
You gaze around the room and realize that you need to clear your head. You slip on your shoes and decide to take a walk around the palace. As you step into the halls, the stillness envelops you, and the only sound you hear is the soft echo of your footsteps bouncing off the polished marble floors.
You pause in front of the door to the previous Royal Consort’s room, once a place of grandeur and now a somber reminder of what was lost. Despite now holding the title, you know better than to demand to stay in that room. It still belongs to the late consort, and Luceris would never permit you to occupy it.
You haven’t even been in there before in the six years you’ve lived in the Jewel of the Palace.
Taking a deep breath, you reach for the doorknob and turn it slowly. The door creaks as you push it open, revealing a room draped in shadows. You can barely make out the details of the furniture as your eyes adjust to the dark room. The moon thankfully helps you with the moonlight.
The room, despite its pristine condition, feels cold and unwelcoming. It is as if it is frozen in time, waiting for someone to come and bring life to it.
Unlike this room, your home will never be brought back to life.
As you gaze around the room, the anger builds within you. It seems unfair that this room is so well-kept, while your childhood home was taken from you so brutally. The palace may have been rebuilt, but it is no longer your home. It is merely a palace.
You find yourself wishing for a bit of chaos, for something to disrupt the perfect order of this room. A bit of fire would warm up the room perfectly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to set the room on fire.|46-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You push those thoughts aside and light a candle.|46-B]]</span>You hold the flame to the curtains, watching as the fire dances and grows, devouring the room with its hungry flames.
The pristine facade crumbles before your eyes, as the fire roars and crackles.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Doing this will make you feel better.|48-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s time for the fire to take things away from Luceris too.|48-1]]</span>But then you stop. You think of the consequences, the danger, the destruction. You realize that setting the room on fire is not worth the risk.
A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slide the candle away from the curtains.
Your eyes sweep across the room, taking in every detail. You can almost feel the sadness in the air, the weight of the memories that hang heavy on the walls.
You move towards the desk, letters sprawled all over the desk. Some of them are addressed to the late consort, while others are from her. You pick one up and read it, feeling like you are intruding on a private conversation.
<span style="font-style: italic">“It is Helios’ birthday soon.
The day is slowly approaching and I know they’ll arrive soon. Our family always sticks to the schedule.”</span>
You look towards the date and see it was written in 1438. This must have been one of the last letters written by her since she never got to see his birthday that year.<<if $festHelios is "true">>
You wonder if Helios has read this letter.<</if>>
You put down the letter and look at the other things on the table.
There is a book with a flower on the cover, the title reads “The Flower On The Mountain.”
Seems like she read romance novels.
You open the book and leaf through the pages, the words and descriptions transporting you to a different time and place. You wonder if the late consort found solace in these pages, or if it was just a way to pass the time.
You carefully place the book back on the desk, feeling as though you have invaded her privacy for too long.
You leave the room, closing the door behind you and continuing your walk through the palace.
[[Continue|50-0]]As the flames spread, you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a release of the tension that has been building up inside you. The fire consumes everything in its path, and you feel as though you are in control, as though you are the one causing the destruction.
As you stand there, watching the fire devour everything, you begin to hear guards and people approaching.
The sound of approaching footsteps grows louder, and you can hear the panic and urgency in their voices as they shout for water and help. The heat from the fire grows intense, and you start to feel the smoke filling your lungs. Your eyes start to sting, and you realize that you need to leave before it’s too late.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave the room.|48-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay.|48-3]]</span><<notify>>Achievement: Ashes to ashes.<</notify>><<set $ch2fire to "true">><<set $insanity to Math.clamp($insanity + 1, 0, 10)>>
You step back from the flames, drop the candle on the floor, and quickly make your way out of the room, shutting the door behind you.
The damage won’t be too bad since Rosea is abundant in water. Only the room will be gone. All the memories will be gone.
As you make your way back to your room, you look back once more. Guards are running back and forth, trying to contain the blaze while the people watch in horror. You catch a glimpse of the emperor standing at a distance, his face etched with sadness and disbelief.
You make eye contact.
“Happy new year.” You mutter under your breath then walk away.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter.|ch3-1]]<<notify>>Achievement: Ashes to ashes.<</notify>><<set $ch2fire to "true">><<set $insanity to Math.clamp($insanity + 1, 0, 10)>>
You want to see the room burn to the ground and accept whatever punishment may come your way.
The door bursts open, and guards run into the room and rush you out of there. You catch a glimpse of the emperor running towards the room, his face etched with disbelief.
When he stands right in front of you, you smile at him.
“Happy new year, Your Majesty.”<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter|ch3-1]]<<notify>>Achievement: No fire for this palace.<</notify>>It is two hours before sunrise that a servant asks you to get ready for the celebration.
After you get ready, you make your way toward the back entrance of the house. As you step outside, the cool air brushes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You can see the first hints of dawn creeping over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of purple.
You take a deep breath and inhale the fresh scent of dewy grass, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over you.<<if $L_rs gte 80>>
“Your Majesty,” a voice interrupts the peaceful moment, “Good morning.”
“Sir Lancelot,” you acknowledge him with a smile, “Good morning to you as well.”
Lancelot returns the smile, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the lanterns. He walks towards you, his armor clanking with each step. “Are you ready for the celebration?”
“I suppose I have no choice but to attend, do I?”
Lancelot chuckles, reaching out to pat your head. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. It’s your duty as a member of the court to attend the New Year’s celebration.”
You nod in agreement, you know what is expected of you. You look around for Vincent.
Lancelot notices your gaze and asks, “Looking for someone?”
“I was informed that Vincent would be accompanying me today, lack of knights and whatnot.”
Lancelot nods. “Ah, yes. Vincent will be your guard for the day. He should be arriving soon.”<<elseif $L_rs gte 70 and $L_rs lt 80>>“Your Majesty,” a voice interrupts the peaceful moment, “Good morning.”
“Sir Lancelot,” you acknowledge him with a smile, “Good morning to you as well.”
Lancelot returns the smile, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the lanterns. He walks towards you, his armor clanking with each step. “Are you ready for the celebration?”
“I suppose I have no choice but to attend, do I?”
Lancelot chuckles, “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. It’s your duty as a member of the court to attend the New Year’s celebration.”
You nod in agreement, you know what is expected of you. You look around for Vincent.
Lancelot notices your gaze and asks, “Looking for someone?”
“I was informed that Vincent would be accompanying me today, lack of knights and whatnot.”
Lancelot nods. “Ah, yes. Vincent will be your guard for the day. He should be arriving soon.”<<elseif $L_rs gte 40 and $L_rs lt 70>>“Your Majesty,” a voice interrupts the peaceful moment, “Good morning.”
“Sir Lancelot,” you acknowledge him with a nod, “Good morning to you as well.”
Lancelot returns the nod, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the lanterns. He walks towards you, his armor clanking with each step. “Are you ready for the celebration?”
“I suppose I have no choice but to attend, do I?”
Lancelot chuckles, “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. It’s your duty as a member of the court to attend the New Year’s celebration.”
You nod in agreement, you know what is expected of you. You look around for Vincent.
Lancelot notices your gaze and asks, “Looking for someone?”
“I was informed that Vincent would be accompanying me today, lack of knights and whatnot.”
Lancelot nods. “Ah, yes. Vincent will be your guard for the day. He should be arriving soon.”<<elseif $L_rs lte 30>>“Your Majesty,” a voice interrupts the peaceful moment, “Good morning.”
“Sir Lancelot.” you acknowledge his presence.
He walks towards you, his armor clanking with each step. “Are you ready for the celebration?”
“I suppose.”
You look around for Vincent.
Lancelot notices your gaze and asks, “Looking for someone?”
You don’t answer, hoping he will leave you alone.<</if>>
As if on cue, you hear footsteps approaching, and you turn your head to see Vincent coming toward you.
[[Continue|51-0]]You scan the room, searching for something to ignite. Your eyes fall upon a single candle resting on a nearby dresser. You open the drawers of the dresser to find matches and when you do, you light the candle.
As you take hold of the candle, you feel the warmth of the flame seep into your skin, and you are filled with a sudden sense of power. You hold the power to bring warmth to this cold and lifeless room, to set it ablaze with the fiery glow of the candle.
You imagine the flames licking at the walls, the heat dancing across the furniture, and the room burst into life.
The flame flickers, casting an eerie glow on the spotless walls.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Do it, take your anger out on this room.|47-1a][$vengeance to Math.clamp($vengeance + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Do it, it will be fun to see how Luceris will react.|47-1b][$vengeance to Math.clamp($vengeance + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, you can’t go through with this, it’s wrong.|47-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, you can’t go through this, you can’t imagine the consequences.|47-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, you won’t do it. You will wait for a day when you can burn everything Luceris has.|47-3][$vengeance to Math.clamp($vengeance + 8, 0, 100)]]</span>You scan the room, searching for something to ignite. Your eyes fall upon a single candle resting on a nearby dresser. You open the drawers of the dresser to find matches and when you do, you light the candle.
You take a look around the room; you can almost feel the sadness in the air, the weight of the memories that hang heavy on the walls.
You move towards the desk, letters sprawled all over the desk. Some of them are addressed to the late consort, while others are from her. You pick one up and read it, feeling like you are intruding on a private conversation.
<span style="font-style: italic">“It is Helios’ birthday soon.
The day is slowly approaching and I know they’ll arrive soon. Our family always sticks to the schedule.”</span>
You look towards the date and see it was written in 1438. This must have been one of the last letters written by her since she never got to see his birthday that year.<<if $festHelios is "true">>
You wonder if Helios has read this letter.<</if>>
You put down the letter and look at the other things on the table.
There is a book with a flower on the cover, the title reads “The Flower On The Mountain.”
Seems like she read romance novels.
You open the book and leaf through the pages, the words and descriptions transporting you to a different time and place. You wonder if the late consort found solace in these pages, or if it was just a way to pass the time.
You carefully place the book back on the desk, feeling as though you have invaded her privacy for too long.
You leave the room, closing the door behind you and continuing your walk through the palace.
[[Continue|50-0]]But then you stop.
It feels too simple, too inadequate to erase the pain he has caused you. Deep down, you know that reducing his late wife’s memories to mere ashes will never bridge the vast chasm of sorrow caused by his actions.
Nevertheless, you opt to bide your time, anticipating the day when you can repay the debt. A day when he, too, will experience the loss of everything.
A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slide the candle away from the curtains.
Your eyes sweep across the room, taking in every detail. You can almost feel the sadness in the air, the weight of the memories that hang heavy on the walls.
You move towards the desk, letters sprawled all over the desk. Some of them are addressed to the late consort, while others are from her. You pick one up and read it, feeling like you are intruding on a private conversation.
<span style="font-style: italic">“It is Helios’ birthday soon.
The day is slowly approaching and I know they’ll arrive soon. Our family always sticks to the schedule.”</span>
You look towards the date and see it was written in 1438. This must have been one of the last letters written by her since she never got to see his birthday that year.<<if $festHelios is "true">>
You wonder if Helios has read this letter.<</if>>
You put down the letter and look at the other things on the table.
There is a book with a flower on the cover, the title reads “The Flower On The Mountain.”
Seems like she read romance novels.
You open the book and leaf through the pages, the words and descriptions transporting you to a different time and place. You wonder if the late consort found solace in these pages, or if it was just a way to pass the time.
You carefully place the book back on the desk, feeling as though you have invaded her privacy for too long.
You leave the room, closing the door behind you and continuing your walk through the palace.
[[Continue|50-0]]Vincent’s face is stoic as he approaches, he bows stiffly to you and then turns to Lancelot. “Sir Lancelot, it is good to see you.”
“Vincent, it has been a while since we last saw each other.”
Vincent nods in acknowledgment of Lancelot’s statement and clears his throat, “Shall we proceed to the carriages then?” he asks.
You nod and make your way towards the carriage with Lancelot and Vincent following closely behind.
Once you get to the carriage, Lancelot opens the door for you. “Well, then, Your Majesty, allow me to bid you farewell for now. I have some preparations to attend for the celebration.”<<if $L_rs gt 40>>
“Thank you, Sir Lancelot,” you say with a nod as you settle into the carriage.
Lancelot nods in response and closes the door. The door closes with a soft thud, separating you from the outside world.<<elseif $L_rs lte 40>>He awaits for you to say something as you settle into the carriage, anything, and when there’s no response he silently closes the door.<</if>>
Before the carriage departs, you overhear Lancelot’s voice through the thin barrier. “Take good care of $them today, Vincent.”
With a slight creak, the carriage door opens once more, revealing Vincent’s figure. He enters the carriage and sits down in front of you.
<<if $festVincent is "true">>[[Continue|51-1]]<<else>>[[Continue|52-0]]<</if>>You hadn’t expected to see him last night, he doesn’t appear to be someone who is interested in festivities. You can’t help but wonder if he had been coerced into attending by Helios or some other means.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bring up last night.|51-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Forget about it.|51-B]]</span>Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you blurt out, “How did you know it was me?”
Vincent turns to look at you, his face unreadable.
“Answer me.” you urge.
Vincent appears unfazed by your question, “I don’t know what you are referring to.”
You blink, surprised by his denial. How could he not know what you are talking about? You take a deep breath and begin to explain bit by bit as if he were a child.
“We met last night at the festival,” you say slowly, hoping that this will jog his memory.
“If what you are saying is true then are you implying that you ventured to the festival without seeking the emperor’s permission?” he asks, his eyes fixed on yours.
Understanding dawns upon you; His denial now makes sense. Yet, it remains unlike him to keep your secret with his usual disdain for your presence, you would have expected him to divulge your unauthorized escapade from the palace to anyone who would listen.
You fall into silence, the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of birds surrounds you. As you near the river, the sound of the crowds becomes louder and more distinct.
Soon, the river comes into view. It’s a beautiful sight, with the orange and purple hues serving as the backdrop to the river. You can see a large crowd gathered on the banks of the river, all craning their necks searching for the first glimpse of sunlight.
All share a common anticipation, waiting for the sun’s grand entrance.
[[Continue|53-0]]The soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of birds surrounds you. And as you near the river, the sound of the crowds becomes louder and more distinct.
Soon, the river comes into view. It’s a beautiful sight, with the orange and purple hues serving as the backdrop to the river. You can see a large crowd gathered on the banks of the river, all craning their necks searching for the first glimpse of sunlight.
All share a common anticipation, waiting for the sun’s grand entrance.
The carriage comes to a stop soon and you wait for someone to open the door for you. You hear the crowd cheer; the emperor must have stepped out of his carriage.
Your carriage door opens next, Vincent gets down first and waits for you to come out. When you step out of the carriage, the cheers abruptly die down, replaced by an eerie hush. The sudden silence is deafening, making your heart skip a beat.
Vincent clears his throat, “After you, Your Majesty.” He motions towards the large temple that sits facing the river.
As you take a step forward, the crowd erupts once again, their cheers thundering in your ears. Their attention shifts, no longer paying any heed to your presence. The vibrant energy now focuses on the arrival of the prince, the heir to the throne.
You look away from Helios and make your way to the temple’s balcony.
As you step onto the balcony, you are struck by the view before you. The river below glimmers, its tranquil waters a stark contrast to the frenzied crowd.
“Your Majesty,” From behind you comes Helios’ voice and it breaks through the stillness, he lowers his head slightly as he greets you.
The emperor clears his throat, commanding the attention of the crowd once more. You turn your gaze towards him, as he begins his speech.
The people adore him, hanging onto his every word with unwavering loyalty, you wait for it to end so you no longer have to stand next to him like a prop.
“The first sunrise of the year is upon us.”
The crowd’s collective gaze rises to the sky at Luceris’ words, their faces glowing with anticipation.
You, too, turn your eyes upward.
The sun begins its ascent, its rays stretching across the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink.
“May the new year bring prosperity, peace, and happiness to our great kingdom!” Luceris proclaims with a flourish, his voice carrying over the crowd. The cheers and applause rise again, filling the air with fervor and celebration.
//“Happy new year, $name.”//
The voice, unmistakably Alistair’s, emerges, or at least a ghostly echo of it.
His voice within your thoughts retains the gentle warmth of your shared childhood. It’s a comforting presence, one that elicits a faint smile from you.
The sun is now fully visible, its warmth spreading across the land. You can feel its energy as if it’s breathing new life into everything it touches.
With a small sigh, you close your eyes, letting the sun breathe life into you as well.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter.|CMG2]]In the past few years, encounters with him had been rare, thanks to Fadiya. You recall the violent altercation that occurred between them, which resulted in a broken nose and a broken fist. You vividly remember the sight of Fadiya clutching her injured hand, complaining about the pain, but still insisting it was worth it.
You hadn’t expected to see him last night, he doesn’t appear to be someone who is interested in festivities. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had been coerced into attending by Helios or some other means.
You fall into silence, the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of birds surrounds you. As you near the river, the sound of the crowds becomes louder and more distinct.
Soon, the river comes into view. It’s a beautiful sight, with the orange and purple hues serving as the backdrop to the river. You can see a large crowd gathered on the banks of the river, all craning their necks searching for the first glimpse of sunlight.
All share a common anticipation, waiting for the sun’s grand entrance.
The carriage comes to a stop soon and you wait for someone to open the door for you. You hear the crowd cheer; the emperor must have stepped out of his carriage.
Your carriage door opens next, Vincent gets down first and waits for you to come out. When you step out of the carriage, the cheers abruptly die down, replaced by an eerie hush. The sudden silence is deafening, making your heart skip a beat.
Vincent clears his throat, “After you, Your Majesty.” He motions towards the large temple that sits facing the river.
As you take a step forward, the crowd erupts once again, their cheers thundering in your ears. Their attention shifts, no longer paying any heed to your presence. The vibrant energy now focuses on the arrival of the prince, the heir to the throne.
You look away from Helios and make your way to the temple’s balcony.
As you step onto the balcony, you are struck by the view before you. The river below glimmers, its tranquil waters a stark contrast to the frenzied crowd.
“Your Majesty,” From behind you comes Helios’ voice and it breaks through the stillness, he lowers his head slightly as he greets you.
The emperor clears his throat, commanding the attention of the crowd once more. You turn your gaze towards him, as he begins his speech.
[[Continue|53-2]]The carriage comes to a stop soon and you wait for someone to open the door for you. You hear the crowd cheer; the emperor must have stepped out of his carriage.
Your carriage door opens next, Vincent gets down first and waits for you to come out. When you step out of the carriage, the cheers abruptly die down, replaced by an eerie hush. The sudden silence is deafening, making your heart skip a beat.
Vincent clears his throat, “After you, Your Majesty.” He motions towards the large temple that sits facing the river.
As you take a step forward, the crowd erupts once again, their cheers thundering in your ears. Their attention shifts, no longer paying any heed to your presence. The vibrant energy now focuses on the arrival of the prince, the heir to the throne.
You look away from Helios and make your way to the temple’s balcony.
As you step onto the balcony, you are struck by the view before you. The river below glimmers, its tranquil waters a stark contrast to the frenzied crowd.
“Your Majesty,” From behind you comes Helios’ voice and it breaks through the stillness, he lowers his head slightly as he greets you.
The emperor clears his throat, commanding the attention of the crowd once more. You turn your gaze towards him, as he begins his speech.
The people adore him, hanging onto his every word with unwavering loyalty, you wait for it to end so you no longer have to stand next to him like a prop.
[[Continue|53-1]]“The first sunrise of the year is upon us.”
The crowd’s collective gaze rises to the sky at Luceris’ words, their faces glowing with anticipation.
You, too, turn your eyes upward.
The sun begins its ascent, its rays stretching across the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink.
“May the new year bring prosperity, peace, and happiness to our great kingdom!” Luceris proclaims with a flourish, his voice carrying over the crowd. The cheers and applause rise again, filling the air with fervor and celebration.
//“Happy new year, $name.”//
The voice, unmistakably Alistair’s, emerges, or at least a ghostly echo of it.
His voice within your thoughts retains the gentle warmth of your shared childhood. It’s a comforting presence, one that elicits a faint smile from you.
The sun is now fully visible, its warmth spreading across the land. You can feel its energy as if it’s breathing new life into everything it touches.
With a small sigh, you close your eyes, letting the sun breathe life into you as well.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter.|CMG2]]The people adore him, hanging onto his every word with unwavering loyalty, you wait for it to end so you no longer have to stand next to him like a prop.
“The first sunrise of the year is upon us.”
The crowd’s collective gaze rises to the sky at Luceris’ words, their faces glowing with anticipation.
You, too, turn your eyes upward.
The sun begins its ascent, its rays stretching across the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink.
“May the new year bring prosperity, peace, and happiness to our great kingdom!” Luceris proclaims with a flourish, his voice carrying over the crowd. The cheers and applause rise again, filling the air with fervor and celebration.
//“Happy new year, $name.”//
The voice, unmistakably Alistair’s, emerges, or at least a ghostly echo of it.
His voice within your thoughts retains the gentle warmth of your shared childhood. It’s a comforting presence, one that elicits a faint smile from you.
The sun is now fully visible, its warmth spreading across the land. You can feel its energy as if it’s breathing new life into everything it touches.
With a small sigh, you close your eyes, letting the sun breathe life into you as well.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter.|CMG2]]Luceris sits back down, letting out a heavy sigh before going back to the papers on his desk. His quill moves across the parchment with fluid ease, scrawling his signature on each document with practiced precision. His brow furrows in concentration as he works, his mind absorbed in the task at hand.
<<if hasVisited("16-0-B4")>><<set $ch1heliostruth to "true">><</if>><<if $ch1heliostruth is "true">>The creaking of the door goes unnoticed, and Luceris doesn’t lift his eyes from the papers until a small voice pierces the silence of his office. He looks up, startled, to see his son standing before him.
The young prince’s face is stained with tears, his eyes red and puffy. Luceris stands up immediately, concern etched on his face.
“Helios, what’s wrong?” he asks, rushing to his son’s side. “Has something happened?”
“I-I know what you did,” Helios stammers, his voice trembling. “I know that you… you killed $name’s family.”
“Where did you hear such a thing, Helios?” he asks, his voice stern but gentle.
Helios sniffs and wipes away his tears, his eyes looking up at Luceris with a mix of sadness and anger. “$name told me,” he says. “$They told me that you killed $their family and that is why $they <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> staying here.”
Luceris lets out a sigh, his eyes closing briefly. He had always known that the truth would come out someday, but he never thought it would be so soon, he thought it would come up later when Helios was a bit older, a bit wiser.
“Helios,” he says, his voice steady, “I did what I had to do. They caused your mother’s death, $their sister killed your mother.”
Helios’ eyes widen as he takes in his father’s words. “What?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luceris nods, “It was a matter of justice, son. Your mother’s death couldn’t go unanswered.”
Helios shakes his head, tears streaming down his face. “But $their entire family?”
“It was necessary,” Luceris replies, his tone unyielding. “$Their sister couldn’t have done anything if she did not have her family’s support.”
Helios shakes his head once again, “But $name didn’t do anything wrong,” he says. “And now $they <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> all alone because of you!”
Luceris’ expression softens as he sees the pain on his son’s face. He reaches out to comfort him, unsure if his touch will be welcomed.
“I don’t understand,” Helios says, his voice shaking. “How could you do something like that? How could you?”
“I did what I had to do, Helios,” he says, his voice firm. “I loved your mother and I couldn’t let her death go unpunished. It is unfortunate that $name has to suffer, but it was necessary.”
He stares at his father, his eyes searching for something that he doesn’t find. As he looks into Luceris’ eyes, he sees the same resolve and determination that he has always known.
Helios takes a step back, tears still streaming down his face. “I want to be alone,” he says, his voice broken. “Don’t come see me.”
Luceris nods, understanding his son’s need for space. “Alright, remember that if you need anything, I am here for you.”
He watches as Helios turns and leaves the room, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he has caused his son pain. He knows that he had made the right decision, but seeing the pain on his son’s face made it all feel so much harder.
Luceris sits back down at his desk, he had always known that his actions would have consequences but he never expected to see them so vividly in the eyes of his son.
He takes a deep breath, trying to push away the guilt and sadness that threatens to consume him. He knows that he has to continue with his work and that there are important decisions to be made and papers to sign.
<</if>>As he reaches for the next document, he sees a small envelope lying on the edge of his desk. The address is written in a familiar hand, one that Luceris hasn’t seen since he declared war on Vesphire.
With a scoff, he tears open the envelope and pulls out a letter.
<span style="font-style:italic">To my old friend, I hope the winds have kept you safe.</span>
[[Continue|20-1]]<<set $gamechapter to "Chapter One">><<fadein 5s>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Saudade, 1442</div>
<span class="dropcap">M</span>orning came some time ago. The sun rises above the treeline making the once dreary forest lively again, the birds chirp as they wake and the horses snort as they climb the hill, stepping on the leaves that cover the ground like a carpet.
The forest isn’t quiet, not only because of the animals that have woken up but also because of the sheer number of horses that are passing by, walking on the path that is usually used by a small number of merchants.
You sit on one of the horses wearing a coat that does not belong to you, to protect yourself from the cold. It belongs to the knight behind you. You can feel how heavy it is as it keeps falling off to lump up between you and Sir Lancelot.
Your head feels heavy and you imagine yourself sleeping in a comfortable place yet you’re unable to. Instead of facing forward, you’re facing backward, staring at the buildings that are disappearing. You’re moving forward but it’s not a choice made by you, perhaps the gods have something against you.
Hunger bites at you, pinching your stomach and twisting your insides in desperation and it seems to be a shared pain between you and the horse that has slowed down significantly since you started this journey. You’re not sure if you should speak, who knows how the soldiers will react.
The soldiers hadn’t let their emotions show when you first joined the group, most likely because of Sir Lancelot who stood by your side like a shield.
The men didn’t get a chance to scrutinize you as the journey to Rosea began quickly, half the men left with you while the other half stayed behind in Vesphire with the General of the Army.
As the horses continue to trudge through the forest, you try to push aside your thoughts and focus on your surroundings.
The sun shines through the trees, casting a golden glow over the leaves. The birds sing their morning melodies, and the horses’ hooves create a gentle rhythm.
But despite the serenity of the forest, you can’t shake the feeling of dread that hangs over you.
King Luceris had decided to not stay in Vesphire which meant he was riding right beside you or, you suppose, //you// were riding right beside him since you were with his shield whose only duty was to protect his king.
Your stomach growls pitifully so you wrap an arm around your waist as if that’ll comfort the hungry monster inside your stomach.
“Should we stop for a break?” Sir Lancelot asks you, his eyes peering at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You mutter, “Shut up.”|1-0-A][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not hungry,” you say, quietly.|1-0-B][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can’t gather your thoughts to answer him.|1-0-C]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The horse looks hungry.” you say, patting the horse.|1-0-D]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide not to reply to him.|1-0-E][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 5, 0, 100)]]</span><</fadein>>“Shut up.” you mutter, resisting his protective tone.
The tone of his voice makes you feel uncomfortable and irritated, the way he treats you like a wounded animal that needs his help.
It’s strange that he acts nice to you, if he truly cared about the suffering that was caused then he should’ve stopped the murder of your family.
You’d prefer if he acted the way King Luceris did, aloof and uninterested, rather than this.
“I apologize,” he said softly, but his gentleness only fueled your irritation. “The horses seem tired and I am hungry which is probably the case for all the soldiers here,” he says, looking at the king who simply nods.
The king hasn’t spoken to you after the first and only conversation you had inside your home. His mind seems to be elsewhere, he sits on his horse and lets it walk as he simply stares ahead of him.
You look away from him, your mouth tastes bitter from the bile rising inside you.
The atmosphere around you feels off as if the very air is suffused with unease.
The sun beats down on your shoulders, weighed down by the coat you’ve put on once again. The hands gripping the reins, your own gently patting the horse’s neck, and the heaviness in your jaw all contribute to the sense that something is not quite right.
Everything feels strange and you struggle to shake the feeling.
It’s almost as if you’re waiting for something to happen, to you specifically, your body is tense as if the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood will show up to end you, or maybe an evil witch will curse you to disappear forever.
A voice in your head tells you that your fairytale monster is right beside you and it’s a thought that doesn’t put you at ease. While the wolf or the witch would put you out of your misery quickly, you have a feeling the one with you won’t be as merciful.
Tears rise in your eyes as you think about it and you feel nauseous, you’d prefer to be with your parents than here. With Alistair and Clarence too.
A part of you is stuck in that hallway where you left your twin, it probably died with him. You’d like to stay hopeful that your brothers aren’t dead but if they had wouldn’t they be here with you?
And if they didn’t, what kept that monster from doing to you what he did to them?
Your breaths become short and you feel like the air isn’t reaching your chest, your hand grabs the one next to you.
“I can’t breathe.” You spill out, your voice quiet but the panic is loud and heavy in his ears.
“Halt!” You hear his voice and the clanking of armor but your vision is blurry and tears fall from your eyes as rough hands take hold of you.
Before you can feel better your eyes close, giving into the darkness.
[[Continue|2-0]]“I’m not hungry.” you say quietly, tightening your arm around your waist so if it makes a noise you can quieten it.
Sir Lancelot’s eyes soften as he looks at you then he nods, “Alright but I’m sure the horses and the rest of the soldiers are.” He says, turning to look at the king who simply nods.
The king hasn’t spoken to you after the first and only conversation you had inside your home. His mind seems to be elsewhere, he sits on his horse and lets it walk as he simply stares ahead of him.
You look away from him, your mouth tastes bitter from the bile rising inside you.
The atmosphere around you feels off as if the very air is suffused with unease.
The sun beats down on your shoulders, weighed down by the coat you’ve put on once again. The hands gripping the reins, your own gently patting the horse’s neck, and the heaviness in your jaw all contribute to the sense that something is not quite right.
Everything feels strange and you struggle to shake the feeling.
It’s almost as if you’re waiting for something to happen, to you specifically, your body is tense as if the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood will show up to end you, or maybe an evil witch will curse you to disappear forever.
A voice in your head tells you that your fairytale monster is right beside you and it’s a thought that doesn’t put you at ease. While the wolf or the witch would put you out of your misery quickly, you have a feeling the one with you won’t be as merciful.
Tears rise in your eyes as you think about it and you feel nauseous, you’d prefer to be with your parents than here. With Alistair and Clarence too.
A part of you is stuck in that hallway where you left your twin, it probably died with him. You’d like to stay hopeful that your brothers aren’t dead but if they had wouldn’t they be here with you?
And if they didn’t, what kept that monster from doing to you what he did to them?
Your breaths become short and you feel like the air isn’t reaching your chest, your hand grabs the one next to you.
“I can’t breathe.” You spill out, your voice quiet but the panic is loud and heavy in his ears.
“Halt!” You hear his voice and the clanking of armor but your vision is blurry and tears fall from your eyes as rough hands take hold of you.
Before you can feel better your eyes close, giving into the darkness.
[[Continue|2-0]]You can’t gather your thoughts to answer him.
The tone of his voice makes you uncomfortable, the way he treats you like a wounded animal that needs his help.
It’s strange that he acts nice to you, if he truly cared about the suffering that was caused then he should’ve stopped the murder of your family.
You’d prefer if he acted the way King Luceris did, aloof and uninterested, rather than this.
Sir Lancelot stares at you for a moment, debating what to say or if he should say anything. Deciding to not say anything, he turns towards the king, “We should stop for a break, my king. The horses seem tired and I’m sure the soldiers are too.”
The king simply nods at him and doesn’t say anything.
The king hasn’t spoken to you after the first and only conversation you had inside your home. His mind seems to be elsewhere, he sits on his horse and lets it walk as he simply stares ahead of him.
You look away from him, your mouth tastes bitter from the bile rising inside you.
The atmosphere around you feels off as if the very air is suffused with unease.
The sun beats down on your shoulders, weighed down by the coat you’ve put on once again. The hands gripping the reins, your own gently patting the horse’s neck, and the heaviness in your jaw all contribute to the sense that something is not quite right.
Everything feels strange and you struggle to shake the feeling.
It’s almost as if you’re waiting for something to happen, to you specifically, your body is tense as if the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood will show up to end you, or maybe an evil witch will curse you to disappear forever.
A voice in your head tells you that your fairytale monster is right beside you and it’s a thought that doesn’t put you at ease. While the wolf or the witch would put you out of your misery quickly, you have a feeling the one with you won’t be as merciful.
Tears rise in your eyes as you think about it and you feel nauseous, you’d prefer to be with your parents than here. With Alistair and Clarence too.
A part of you is stuck in that hallway where you left your twin, it probably died with him. You’d like to stay hopeful that your brothers aren’t dead but if they had wouldn’t they be here with you?
And if they didn’t, what kept that monster from doing to you what he did to them?
Your breaths become short and you feel like the air isn’t reaching your chest, your hand grabs the one next to you.
“I can’t breathe.” You spill out, your voice quiet but the panic is loud and heavy in his ears.
“Halt!” You hear his voice and the clanking of armor but your vision is blurry and tears fall from your eyes as rough hands take hold of you.
Before you can feel better your eyes close, giving into the darkness.
[[Continue|2-0]]“The horse looks hungry,” you say, patting the horse, speaking your needs through the horse.
You don’t feel comfortable enough to tell him that you are the one who is hungry.
“Right,” Lancelot nods, “I’m sure the soldiers also want to rest and eat something.” He says turning to look at the king who simply nods.
The king hasn’t spoken to you after the first and only conversation you had inside your home. His mind seems to be elsewhere, he sits on his horse and lets it walk as he simply stares ahead of him.
You look away from him, your mouth tastes bitter from the bile rising inside you.
The atmosphere around you feels off as if the very air is suffused with unease.
The sun beats down on your shoulders, weighed down by the coat you’ve put on once again. The hands gripping the reins, your own gently patting the horse’s neck, and the heaviness in your jaw all contribute to the sense that something is not quite right.
Everything feels strange and you struggle to shake the feeling.
It’s almost as if you’re waiting for something to happen, to you specifically, your body is tense as if the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood will show up to end you, or maybe an evil witch will curse you to disappear forever.
A voice in your head tells you that your fairytale monster is right beside you and it’s a thought that doesn’t put you at ease. While the wolf or the witch would put you out of your misery quickly, you have a feeling the one with you won’t be as merciful.
Tears rise in your eyes as you think about it and you feel nauseous, you’d prefer to be with your parents than here. With Alistair and Clarence too.
A part of you is stuck in that hallway where you left your twin, it probably died with him. You’d like to stay hopeful that your brothers aren’t dead but if they had wouldn’t they be here with you?
And if they didn’t, what kept that monster from doing to you what he did to them?
Your breaths become short and you feel like the air isn’t reaching your chest, your hand grabs the one next to you.
“I can’t breathe.” You spill out, your voice quiet but the panic is loud and heavy in his ears.
“Halt!” You hear his voice and the clanking of armor but your vision is blurry and tears fall from your eyes as rough hands take hold of you.
Before you can feel better your eyes close, giving into the darkness.
[[Continue|2-0]]Barely conscious, you sense a cold, wet cloth being tenderly placed on your forehead, prompting a low groan as awareness eludes you. Your eyelids weigh heavily, resisting any attempt to open them.
“Perhaps,” a voice remarks, the word reaching you from outside of the fog.
A response follows, “Then, does this alleviate your guilt? Nothing you do will change what has happened. I believe your choice does not make sense. I mean, why would you do that? If you want to do that then at least let it be Helios.”
<<if $hairlenght isnot "shaved">>Amidst the hushed conversation, laughter ensues as someone gently runs their fingers through your $haircolor hair.<<else>>Amidst the hushed conversation, laughter ensues as someone tenderly caresses your cheek.<</if>>
“Guilt?” they question, as if the notion hadn't crossed their mind. “Don’t worry,” the comforting touch halts abruptly, a chair screeches, and the fading sound of footsteps signals a departure. “I will take care of $them until the day $they <<if $plur is true>>die.<<else>>dies.<</if>>”
//Die?//
The echo of footsteps grows distant, leaving behind a solitary sigh in the room.
Calloused hands gently hold yours, the comforting touch pushing you toward unconsciousness.
[[Continue|3-0]]//The fire is rapidly approaching and engulfing everything in its path, starting from your bedroom and spreading down to the kitchen. You are now outside, but the fire continues to rage, consuming the oak tree and leaving behind nothing but ashes and ruins of what used to be a beloved place.
The fire takes shape and now it is chasing after you, it’s enjoying the fear in your eyes, a malicious laugh rings out and you run away from your home and onto the streets.
<<if $mother is "true">>You’re inside your parents’ chamber now, standing right beside your mother’s vanity as she sits on the chair in front of it, brushing her hair delicately before going to bed.
She stands up and beckons to you with a finger, indicating that it’s time for you and your father to join her in bed. You oblige, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort as you nestle under the covers with your loved ones.<<else>>You find yourself seated in your parents’ bedroom, perched on a chair beside the cozy fireplace. Your father sits opposite you, basking in the warmth emanating from the flickering flames.
After a few moments of peaceful silence, your dad stands up and gestures for you to join your mother and him in bed. You oblige, rising from your seat and making your way over to the comfortable mattress, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort as you nestle under the covers with your loved ones.<</if>>
As you lay snuggled between your parents, your mother’s gentle voice fills the room as she reads you a bedtime story. The tale of Little Red Riding Hood comes to an end all too soon, but the comfort of being with your parents makes you content.
“Little Red Riding Hood joyously went home, and no one ever did anything to harm them again.” Your mother closes the book then puts it on the table beside the bed,<<if $hairlenght isnot "shaved">> her fingers run through your hair soothingly to put you to sleep.<<else>> her hand gently pats your back as you lay facing her with your eyes closed.<</if>>
“Little Red Riding Hood got their happy ending at last.” your mother states, voice soft and quiet, almost in a whisper as she leans closer to you. “But we didn’t, did we?”
You freeze but don’t open your eyes as your mother’s distorted voice keeps talking to you. “The monster got us, $name.” The once soothing touch of your mother now feels unsettling.
With a sense of dread, you slowly open your eyes and see your mother looking at you with the same pleading expression as the soldier you had met while searching for your parents. Her skin is pale and sickly, smeared with blood. You try to move away, but your mother grips your arms tightly, keeping you in place.
“The monster will get you too.” Many voices tell you, all of them distorted and you can’t recognize the voice coming out of your mother’s mouth.
You do recognize one of them, the one that’s the quietest, and it sounds exactly like yours.//
[[Continue|4-0]]You wake up to the feeling of your skin being covered in a cold sweat, through your blurred vision you see a person sitting beside the bed with a cloth that they use to clean your face.
You realize that it was all just a nightmare, but the fear still lingers in your heart.
“Father?” you rasp out.
The person pauses for a moment then they continue pressing the cloth to your skin, this time even more gently than before.
Trying to push yourself up into a sitting position, you moan in discomfort. You feel a gentle hand press against your shoulder, urging you to stay put.
“Don’t force yourself,” the quiet voice tells you, barely audible over the commotion outside.
You blink several times until your sight clears up and see Lancelot looking down at you with his hand still pressing the cloth to your forehead.
His eyes, you notice, maintain the kindness you saw that night. The worry in his eyes confuses you but you’re too drained to say anything.
As you drift back to sleep, you make a promise to yourself to never forget the lesson Little Red Riding Hood’s story had taught you: never let your guard down, and always be prepared for whatever may come your way.
[[Continue|4-5]]The soldiers seem to be enjoying themselves, laughing and talking as they roast meat on the fire.
About to retreat to the safety of the tent, you notice an eerie silence settling over the surroundings.
Turning back, you find the soldiers observing you. Contrary to your expectations, some eyes hold not the usual coldness but a genuine surprise at your presence.
Their glances exchanged, a young soldier is nudged toward Lancelot and Luceris. Presuming it’s to convey your awakening, you watch as Luceris turns his attention in your direction, sending your heart into a frenzy and a strange taste forming in your mouth.
It’s overwhelming to feel so many people staring at you, especially after the dream you had.
Gazing at the ground, you retreat a few steps until you find yourself at the entrance of the tent. It doesn’t offer real protection, but there’s a peculiar comfort in being close to its sheltering confines.
The soft padding of footsteps reaches you, and as they draw near, Lancelot kneels in front of you. Raising your gaze from the ground, you meet his familiar eyes—of course, it could only be him.
He puts the back of his hand on your forehead, and Lancelot speaks up. “We didn’t expect to see you awake and outside of the tent,” he says, “are you feeling alright?”
You nod hesitantly, still feeling uneasy under their scrutiny. “I’m fine,” you reply, trying to sound confident. “I just needed some fresh air.”
Noticing your uneasiness, he turns back towards the soldiers and doesn’t say anything but in just a second the soldiers are talking and the place is noisy again.
You peek out to look at the scene once more, this time the soldiers seem stiffer but they don’t stare at you any longer.
You’re interrupted by your grumbling stomach that reminds you once again that you haven’t eaten in days.
“Let’s get you something to eat.” He pats your head before he leaves your side and walks towards one of the campfires farther away from the center, you follow behind.
Surveying the surroundings, you spot Luceris by another fire across the clearing. Despite the distance, an uneasy feeling lingers, as if his gaze is fixed upon you both.
Approaching the chosen campfire, soldiers scatter upon your arrival, leaving you and Lancelot a vacant spot. Seating yourself on a log, you feel the rough bark beneath your hands, wondering how soldiers endured it for so long.
You feel the weight of your emotions pressing down on you as you sit there in silence.
Lancelot settles beside you, and a heavy quietness envelops you both, as if the unspoken words are tangible, pressing down like a physical presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you... for saving me.”|5-0-D]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You should have let him hurt me.”|5-0-E]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|5-0-G][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>You look around at your surroundings and take in the bits and pieces of conversations you hear from the hundreds of people talking.
You take some steps forward to get a better look at the people around you, they all smile and laugh like a burden was lifted from their shoulders.
Your eyes finally fall on Lancelot, he’s sitting on the ground in front of one of the many campfires, staring mindlessly into it.
Shifting your attention, you spot the king beside him, sharing the same dull contemplation.
You avert your eyes, unable to bear the sight of both of them.
About to retreat to the safety of the tent, you notice an eerie silence settling over the surroundings.
Turning back, you find the soldiers observing you. Contrary to your expectations, some eyes hold not the usual coldness but a genuine surprise at your presence.
Their glances exchanged, a young soldier is nudged toward Lancelot and Luceris. Presuming it’s to convey your awakening, you watch as Luceris turns his attention in your direction, sending your heart into a frenzy and a strange taste forming in your mouth.
It’s overwhelming to feel so many people staring at you, especially after the dream you had.
Gazing at the ground, you retreat a few steps until you find yourself at the entrance of the tent. It doesn’t offer real protection, but there’s a peculiar comfort in being close to its sheltering confines.
The soft padding of footsteps reaches you, and as they draw near, Lancelot kneels in front of you. Raising your gaze from the ground, you meet his familiar eyes—of course, it could only be him.
He puts the back of his hand on your forehead, and Lancelot speaks up. “We didn’t expect to see you awake and outside of the tent,” he says, “are you feeling alright?”
You nod hesitantly, still feeling uneasy under their scrutiny. “I’m fine,” you reply, trying to sound confident. “I just needed some fresh air.”
Noticing your uneasiness, he turns back towards the soldiers and doesn’t say anything but in just a second the soldiers are talking and the place is noisy again. You peek out to look at the scene once more, this time the soldiers seem stiffer but they don’t stare at you any longer.
You’re interrupted by your grumbling stomach that reminds you once again that you haven’t eaten in days.
“Let’s get you something to eat.” He pats your head before he leaves your side and walks towards one of the campfires farther away from the center, you follow behind.
Surveying the surroundings, you spot Luceris by another fire across the clearing. Despite the distance, an uneasy feeling lingers, as if his gaze is fixed upon you both.
Approaching the chosen campfire, soldiers scatter upon your arrival, leaving you and Lancelot a vacant spot. Seating yourself on a log, you feel the rough bark beneath your hands, wondering how soldiers endured it for so long.
Lancelot settles beside you, and a heavy quietness envelops you both, as if the unspoken words are tangible, pressing down like a physical presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you... for saving me.”|5-0-D]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You should have let him hurt me.”|5-0-E]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|5-0-G][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>Your eyes scan your surroundings, searching for the person who took care of you, you don’t trust him yet but he seems to be the only one you can rely on at this moment.
You take some steps forward to get a better look and then you see Lancelot.
He’s sitting on the ground in front of one of the many campfires, staring mindlessly into it, you move your eyes to the person next to him and it feels laughable that for a moment you thought you could rely on Lancelot.
Sitting beside him is the king and he wears the same dull expression as his shield.
About to retreat to the safety of the tent, you notice an eerie silence settling over the surroundings.
Turning back, you find the soldiers observing you. Contrary to your expectations, some eyes hold not the usual coldness but a genuine surprise at your presence.
Their glances exchanged, a young soldier is nudged toward Lancelot and Luceris. Presuming it’s to convey your awakening, you watch as Luceris turns his attention in your direction, sending your heart into a frenzy and a strange taste forming in your mouth.
It’s overwhelming to feel so many people staring at you, especially after the dream you had.
Gazing at the ground, you retreat a few steps until you find yourself at the entrance of the tent. It doesn’t offer real protection, but there’s a peculiar comfort in being close to its sheltering confines.
The soft padding of footsteps reaches you, and as they draw near, Lancelot kneels in front of you. Raising your gaze from the ground, you meet his familiar eyes—of course, it could only be him.
He puts the back of his hand on your forehead, and Lancelot speaks up, “We didn’t expect to see you awake and outside of the tent,” he says, “are you feeling alright?”
You nod hesitantly, still feeling uneasy under their scrutiny. “I’m fine,” you reply, trying to sound confident. “I just needed some fresh air.”
Noticing your uneasiness, he turns back towards the soldiers and doesn’t say anything but in just a second the soldiers are talking and the place is noisy again.
You peek out to look at the scene once more, this time the soldiers seem stiffer but they don’t stare at you any longer.
You’re interrupted by your grumbling stomach that reminds you once again that you haven’t eaten in days.
“Let’s get you something to eat.” He pats your head before he leaves your side and walks towards one of the campfires farther away from the center, you follow behind.
Surveying the surroundings, you spot Luceris by another fire across the clearing. Despite the distance, an uneasy feeling lingers, as if his gaze is fixed upon you both.
Approaching the chosen campfire, soldiers scatter upon your arrival, leaving you and Lancelot a vacant spot. Seating yourself on a log, you feel the rough bark beneath your hands, wondering how soldiers endured it for so long.
Lancelot settles beside you, and a heavy quietness envelops you both, as if the unspoken words are tangible, pressing down like a physical presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you... for saving me.”|5-0-D]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You should have let him hurt me.”|5-0-E]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|5-0-G][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>“Thank you,” you murmur after a moment’s contemplation, avoiding direct eye contact as your gaze remains fixed on the dancing flames.
The fire crackles and pops in front of you, casting a warm glow on your face, the smell of wood smoke fills the air and you can feel the heat radiating off of the flames.
Lancelot’s voice is gentle and reassuring. “You don’t have to thank me, $name.”
Even as you feel his gaze, you resist meeting it, a silent exchange of emotions lingering in the air.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” you assert, finally turning to face him. “You helped me.”
“Here.” Lancelot hands you a roll of bread and a chunk of roasted meat. “I know it’s not the usual fare for royalty, but it will fuel you.”
Accepting the food, your stomach gratefully welcomes the sustenance. Taking a bite, the meat’s richness satisfies, and the bread soaks up the flavorful juices, making each mouthful a delight. You chew slowly, savoring the meal.
“We will be arriving in Rosea soon,” Lancelot begins. “It won’t be the life you had, but I can assure you that you won’t be harmed.”
As he speaks, you find it challenging to wrap your mind around the sudden upheaval in your life, the events of the previous night still haunting your thoughts.
Being escorted by the very individuals responsible for your pain adds another layer of complexity to your emotions. The conflicting sensations of gratitude for the assurance of safety and resentment for the hands that wrought your suffering swirl within you.
[[Continue|6-0]]<<set $ch1die to "true">>In a subdued voice, you break the silence, “You should have let him hurt me. The way he hurt my family.”
The fire crackles and pops in front of you, casting a warm glow on your face. The smell of wood smoke fills the air and you can feel the heat radiating off of the flames.
The pain of losing your family is a raw, festering wound. Anger and resentment bubble within as you wish for reunion with them, rather than facing the lonely path that stretches ahead.
Lancelot, momentarily silent, hangs his head, an air of shame enveloping him. “I wish things had turned out differently,” he confesses, his voice heavy with regret.
Shaking your head, you reject his regrets, covering your ears as if shutting out the painful reality. His pity and guilt are unwelcome; you yearn to forget, but the haunting memories persist like relentless ghosts.
Tears well up, a lump forms in your throat. You avert your gaze, unwilling to let Lancelot witness your vulnerability.
Yet, his gentle hand on your shoulder offers some solace, “It’s alright to cry. You have every right to be upset, your family was taken from you most cruelly and unfairly. It’s alright to grieve.”
You shake your head again. “Not here,” you say, closing your eyes for a moment. “Not where he can see me.”
You can’t bear the thought of Luceris seeing you weak and vulnerable.
You have to be strong, for yourself and for the memory of your family.
“Here.” Lancelot hands you a roll of bread and a chunk of roasted meat. “I know it’s not the usual fare for royalty, but it will fuel you.”
Accepting the food, your stomach gratefully welcomes the sustenance. Taking a bite, the meat’s richness satisfies, and the bread soaks up the flavorful juices, making each mouthful a delight. You chew slowly, savoring the meal.
“We will be arriving in Rosea soon,” Lancelot begins. “It won’t be the life you had, but I can assure you that you won’t be harmed.”
As he speaks, you find it challenging to wrap your mind around the sudden upheaval in your life, the events of the previous night still haunting your thoughts.
Being escorted by the very individuals responsible for your pain adds another layer of complexity to your emotions. The conflicting sensations of gratitude for the assurance of safety and resentment for the hands that wrought your suffering swirl within you.
[[Continue|6-0]]After returning to the tent, you can still hear the crackling of the fire and the chirping of crickets.
The light from the campfire dances through the thin fabric of the tent, casting a warm glow over the objects inside. The bag with $memory inside of it is on the table next to you, bringing you a sense of comfort.
As the night progresses, the fire dies down to embers and the sounds of the forest grow louder. The gentle rustling of leaves and the calls of nocturnal animals fill the air.
Yet, you find yourself unable to fall asleep.
Sitting up on the bed, you scan the tent’s interior, finding solitude. Soldiers guard the entrance, their presence a reminder of captivity.
Carefully rising, you approach the entrance, peering through the slit. Soldiers, normally vigilant, lie dormant on the ground.
Relief surges, and the desire to flee consumes you. Seizing the chance, you slip out, greeted by the cool night air and the forest’s scents.
The moon’s glow illuminates your path as you tiptoe past the slumbering guards.
Heart pounding, you venture into the darkness, driven by an instinct to distance yourself. The forest conceals your destination, but the imperative is to escape.
Suddenly, a voice calls out to you, “Going somewhere?”
Recognizing the voice instantly, you turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his pale blue eyes and white hair aglow in the moonlight. Tall and imposing, he renders you vulnerable in his presence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You take a few steps away from him, being near him scares you.|7-0][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Your throat feels dry, he scares you but you can’t show it.|7-0][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You stand still in front of him, you won’t back away from him even if he scares you.|7-0][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You avoid eye contact, hoping he won’t notice your fear.|7-0][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 2, 0, 100)]]</span>“Good for you,” he says with amusement in his eyes. “I won’t stop you, child, but you won’t get far. The forest is dangerous at night, and you don’t even know where we are. You’ll be dead within hours, if not minutes.”
You feel a surge of anger, and you want to lash out at him but you know that he’s right. All you know is the life inside the palace.
<<if $assertive lte 55>>“I’ll find my way,” you say, trying to sound confident. “I’ll find my way through the forest and get back home.”<<else>>“I’ll find my way,” you say, confidently, “I’ll find my way through the forest and get back home.”<</if>>
Luceris’ chuckle resonates, his amused eyes crinkling as anger simmers within you.
“Do you really believe you’ll be able to escape?” he taunts, advancing toward you. “But even if you could, where would you go? Do you have a home left, $name?”
A pause, his head tilting. “Do you think you can go back to the way things were before? To the happy family you had? To the warm, safe palace that was once your home?”
Closer now, his voice drops. “This isn’t one of your little bedtime stories, child.”
A lump forms in your throat. His words strike a painful chord – the harsh truth that there’s no return. Family gone, home obliterated, and you stand alone in a world alien and unforgiving.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Stop it.” You spit out and turn away, walking deeper into the forest as he follows behind you.|7-00]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You spit out and turn away, walking deeper into the forest as he follows behind you.|7-00]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you have fun being mean to children?” You spit out and turn away, walking deeper into the forest as he follows behind you.|7-00]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything in return; you walk deeper into the forest as he follows behind you.|7-00]]</span>Fury and grief collide within you as you unleash your pain and desperation upon Luceris.
“I don’t want to face them!” you scream, your voice echoing with the anguish of loss. “I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want my family to be gone.” The torrent of emotion momentarily stops, your voice quivering. “Why did you do this to me?”
Luceris sighs, attempting a touch of reassurance, but you pull away, refusing his comfort. “There is no going back. The only way to survive is to adapt and move forward.”
“You’re lying,” you retort, your lips contorting into a frown. “Tell me, when will I see them again? There must be a way.”
Luceris stares at you, a heavy silence preceding his sigh as he turns away, “You won’t see them ever again,” he asserts, locking eyes with you. “When people die, they are gone forever. You have to move forward.”
Tears threaten to spill, but you hold them back. Bitterness and anger seep into your words. “Easy for you to say,” you snap. “Perhaps you should have moved on from your wife’s death and not taken my family from me!”
King Luceris’ countenance hardens, stepping back. “Your sister did to me what I did to you,” he reveals, a firm tone underscoring his words. “She brought this upon herself and your family. You may not understand now but one day you will.”
You vehemently shake your head, rejecting his explanation. “I will never understand. I will never move forward.”
Luceris laughs, but the sound grates on your nerves. “I suppose we do have something in common…” He eyes you. “Bird,” he calls you.
As you look up at Luceris, you can feel your heart racing and your mouth becoming dry. How was his wife’s death related to your sister?
Your fists are clenched tightly as you ask him in a demanding tone, “Why didn’t you do to me what you did to my family?” You glower at him. “It can’t be only because Sir Lancelot asked you to. You’re neither kind nor merciful.”
Luceris laughs again, but this time you can see the cold calculation in his eyes. “You’re right, $name,” He admits, “It really isn’t that simple.”
“Then what is it?” You demand, your voice loud and full of anger. “Why did you spare me?”
Luceris smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Let us talk when we return to Rosea, $name,” He suggests. “You can fly away after that if you wish to, but I know that you will want to hear what I have to say. And I promise that it will be worth your while.”
You feel a surge of frustration and impatience at Luceris’ evasive response, but you know that there’s nothing you can do to force him to reveal his reasons right now. You have to be patient and wait until you get to Rosea, where he has promised to explain everything.
With a heavy heart, you return to your tent and lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. But your mind is racing with questions, and you know that you won’t be able to rest until you get answers from Luceris.
[[Continue|8-0]]“I don’t need you to tell me that,” you say, your voice calm and steady, despite the emotions swirling inside you. “I know I can’t go back and I know I’m alone. But I’m not going to let that stop me, I’ll find a way out of this forest on my own, thank you very much.”
You continue walking, determined to find a way out of the forest, away from him. Luceris follows behind you, his footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves and twigs.
As you continue to walk, you can’t help but feel a sense of isolation.
You are completely alone in this vast and unknown wilderness, with only Luceris following behind you. It’s a daunting realization, you’re alone with the man that hurt your family without any remorse.
“Let’s go back, $name.” he says, “You won’t survive out here but you can survive in Rosea. If you want to live, your only option is to adapt and move forward.”
“No!” you shout, your lips twitching into a frown as you look at him. “Tell me, when will I see them again? There must be a way.”
Luceris stares at you, a heavy silence preceding his sigh as he turns away, “You won’t see them ever again,” he asserts, locking eyes with you. “When people die, they are gone forever. You have to move forward.”
Tears threaten to spill, but you hold them back. Bitterness and anger seep into your words. “Easy for you to say,” you snap. “Perhaps you should have moved on from your wife’s death and not taken my family from me!”
King Luceris’ countenance hardens, stepping back. “Your sister did to me what I did to you,” he reveals, a firm tone underscoring his words. “She brought this upon herself and your family. You may not understand now but one day you will.”
You vehemently shake your head, rejecting his explanation. “I will never understand. I will never move forward.”
Luceris laughs, but the sound grates on your nerves. “I suppose we do have something in common…” He eyes you. “Bird,” he calls you.
As you look up at Luceris, you can feel your heart racing and your mouth becoming dry. How was his wife’s death related to your sister?
Your fists are clenched tightly as you ask him in a demanding tone, “Why didn’t you do to me what you did to my family?” You glower at him. “It can’t be only because Sir Lancelot asked you to. You’re neither kind nor merciful.”
Luceris laughs again, but this time you can see the cold calculation in his eyes. “You’re right, $name,” He admits, “It really isn’t that simple.”
“Then what is it?” You demand, your voice loud and full of anger. “Why did you spare me?”
Luceris smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Let us talk when we return to Rosea, $name,” He suggests. “You can fly away after that if you wish to, but I know that you will want to hear what I have to say. And I promise that it will be worth your while.”
You feel a surge of frustration and impatience at Luceris’ evasive response, but you know that there’s nothing you can do to force him to reveal his reasons right now. You have to be patient and wait until you get to Rosea, where he has promised to explain everything.
With a heavy heart, you return to your tent and lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. But your mind is racing with questions, and you know that you won’t be able to rest until you get answers from Luceris.
[[Continue|8-0]]The next morning, the journey starts once again. The group sets out early, eager to make progress on their journey back to their home. They have been away for four long years, fighting in the war, and are eager to be reunited with their loved ones.
You ride with Lancelot, clinging to his horse as you don’t know how to ride on your own.
The journey continues for three more grueling days, during which time the soldiers grumble about how much faster they would have been able to travel if you had not fallen ill. Despite their complaints, the group soldiers on, pushing through the long days of travel.
The group sets up camp at night, huddling around the fire for warmth and cooking their rations, talking about their families, and reminiscing about happier times. Some of them have wives and children waiting for them back home, while others have sweethearts or parents they long to see again.
You sit on the outskirts with Lancelot, feeling a sense of loneliness and longing for something you can’t have anymore.
As the days pass, the mood among the soldiers begins to lighten while yours darkens.
The closer they get to Rosea, the more excited they become. They talk about the celebrations they will have when they finally arrive and the loved ones they will be reunited with.
As they ride, the landscape around them changes.
The landscape is more vibrant and colorful as they near Rosea, with vibrant green trees and colorful flowers. The change from Vesphire to Rosea is marked by a significant change in nature, from harsh, cold mountains to warm, lush forests.
Finally, on the fourth day of their journey, the group reaches the crest of a hill and sees the walls of the city in the distance.
The soldiers cheer and spur their horses on, eager to be back home after being away for so long.
As you ride into the city with them, you can’t help but feel a sense of dread, knowing that you’re no longer in your home kingdom.
You try to push aside your feelings as the group enters the city gates. The streets are crowded with people, all of whom are celebrating the return of the soldiers and the King. You see banners and streamers hanging from the windows of the buildings and hear the sound of music and laughter in the air.
You feel a pang of envy and anger. They’re celebrating the return of the people that destroyed your life.
The moment they see you, the crowd falls silent and begins to murmur in confusion. Someone shouts out that you have red eyes, and all hell breaks loose.
“Red eyes,” one person says, “$They <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> a demon.”
Lancelot pulls the coat around you so it hides your head, “You don’t have to face them,” he tells you, “close your eyes and keep your head down.”
But no matter how kind his words are, they cannot ease the pain in your heart. You feel like an outsider, a ghost among the living.
As you ride through the streets, you can hear the whispers and stares of the people around you. They look at you like you are a monster. You are unwanted and reviled by the very people who are celebrating the destruction of your life.
You cling to Lancelot’s arm and try to focus on anything but the words you hear from the crowd. Despite his efforts, you can still feel the stares and the whispers, like knives digging into your skin. You wish you could disappear, to be anywhere but here.
As the horse carries you through the streets, you can’t help but feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. You feel like a prisoner, being paraded through the city as punishment for crimes you didn’t commit.
[[Continue|ch1-8-0-1]]And soon after that, you resume your journey. As you ride through the bustling streets on horseback, the sights and sounds of the city surround you.
The vibrant colors of the marketplace tents and the spicy aromas of the food stalls fill your senses. You pass by vendors selling everything from hand-woven rugs to elaborate metalwork, and the chatter of haggling fills the air.
Despite the hustle and bustle of the city, you still feel uneasy, and you keep yourself hidden under the heavy coat. The heat is oppressive, and the thick fabric of the coat makes it even more uncomfortable, but you know it’s necessary to avoid being recognized.
It’s supposed to be autumn, but the heat feels more like the peak of summer back in Vesphire.
The steady rhythm of the horse’s hooves almost lulls you to sleep but the hustle and bustle in the background keep you alert.
It isn’t that long of a journey unlike the one you had before entering Rosea but finally, you reach Aurang and dismount from your horse, grateful to have made it through the bustling streets of Rosea.
The palace’s complex gates are right in front of you now. As you approach the grand entrance, you can’t help but feel a sense of awe despite what this place means for you. The towering white marble pillars and intricately carved doors are a testament to the wealth and power of the kingdom.
Suddenly there’s a loud fanfare of trumpets, signaling the King’s return. The guards at the entrance bow, then the gates open. Luceris enters on horseback, and you follow behind.
“We’re here,” Lancelot says before getting down from the horse and then helping you off too.
You take a deep breath and steel yourself for what lies ahead.
As you step into the courtyard, you are greeted by a sea of people. Ministers and servants are all gathered, waiting to see their king. They all bow and welcome him before they are interrupted by a boy’s excited voice.
“Father!”
You look towards the stairs of one of the buildings inside and see a young boy, no older than ten, running down towards the king, followed closely by someone you assume is a knight.
He is dressed in the finest clothing and jewels, a clear sign of his royal status. The boy wraps his arms around Luceris’ leg, and he smiles warmly as he picks him up to embrace him.
[[Continue|10-0]]You feel a pang of sadness followed by anger as you watch Luceris and his son reunite. Why does he get to have that when he tore apart and trampled on your family?
They separate from the hug and you finally see the boy. He has long white hair and pale blue eyes, a stark contrast against his golden brown skin. His eyes are filled with excitement and joy, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
The boy looks at you, curiosity shining in his eyes. “Who are you?” he asks with wonder.
Glancing at Luceris, awaiting your response, you <<if $reserved gte 50>>avoid eye contact with the boy, unwilling to engage with anyone associated with the king.<<else>>meet the boy’s gaze and introduce yourself, “I am $name, a royal of Vesphire.”
The boy’s eyes light up, bouncing in his father’s arms. “Really? Can I be your friend?” he asks sincerely. “I’m Prince Helios, but you can just call me by my name,” he tells you. “I’ve never been to Vesphire, what is it like there?”
“It’s beautiful.” Your voice remains composed despite your emotions.
The boy looks at you with curiosity, then up at his father, who softens as he gazes at his son. “It is, Helios,” Luceris affirms gently. “We can go there someday.”<</if>>
“Let’s go now, we should give $them time to relax after such a long journey.” He spares you a glance before walking away with Helios who waves goodbye to you.
You feel a surge of bitterness, it is something you feel often nowadays, he has destroyed your home and your family and now he is trying to protect his innocent son from the darkness he caused.
It’s not as if the world doesn’t know what has happened, it seems like he only wants to protect his child from the darkness.
Lancelot places a hand on your shoulder. “$name, I have to go take care of some things. But don’t worry, I have someone here to keep you company.” He beckons to a figure standing nearby, who steps forward with a friendly grin.
“This is Hunter.”
You look towards the person standing next to Lancelot.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A boy smiles at you.|11-0][$H_heshe to "he", $H_himher to "him", $H_hisher to "his", $H_hishers = "his", $H_self to "himself", $H_person to "man", $H_nephew to "nephew"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A girl smiles at you.|11-0][$H_heshe to "she", $H_himher to "her", $H_hisher to "her", $H_hishers = "hers", $H_self to "herself", $H_person to "woman", $H_nephew to "niece"]]</span><<set $H_heshe to $H_heshe.toLowerCase(), $H_HeShe to $H_heshe.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_hisher to $H_hisher.toLowerCase(), $H_HisHer to $H_hisher.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_himher to $H_himher.toLowerCase(), $H_HimHer to $H_himher.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_hishers to $H_hishers.toLowerCase(), $H_HisHers to $H_hishers.toUpperFirst()>>$H_HeShe stands a few inches taller than you, $H_hisher dark hair and piercing blue eyes commanding attention. Despite $H_hisher age, which you can tell is older than your own, $H_heshe greets you with a friendly smile that seems to reach all the way to $H_hisher soul. And you can’t help but feel a sense of familiarity.
“$H_HeShe is my $H_nephew.” Lancelot introduces $H_himher with pride in his voice. It all clicks into place for you then, seeing the resemblance between the two. “Hunter is the prince’s shield but today $H_heshe will be helping you settle down.”
“Thank you, Hunter,” you say.
Hunter smiles with a nod, “It’s my pleasure. I’m here to help in any way I can.” $H_HeShe says, $H_hisher voice sincere.
Lancelot interjects, “I will leave you two now. I will see you two at dinner.” With that he walks off, leaving you and Hunter to get acquainted.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|11-A][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to speak to anyone here.|11-B][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You force yourself to push aside the negative thoughts that are clouding your mind, knowing that it won’t do any good to dwell on them.
“Let’s take you to your room so you can rest. I’m sure you’re exhausted after your journey.” $H_heshe says, “You can freshen up and relax in the comfort of your own space before we meet for dinner later.”
As you walk, you can’t help but notice the stares and whispers of the servants and guards around you. You try to ignore them, but it’s difficult. You know that news of your arrival has spread throughout the palace, and you can only imagine what they must be thinking.
You glance at Hunter, trying to gauge $H_hisher reaction to your presence. $H_HeShe seems calm and composed, but you can’t help but wonder what $H_heshe’s thinking. $H_HeShe’s a loyal servant to the king, just like $H_hisher uncle, and you can’t decide if you can truly trust either of them.
When you reach your room, Hunter opens the door for you and gestures for you to enter.
The walls are adorned with complex carvings. In the corner of the room, a small table holds a collection of delicate candles and a bowl of fresh, ripe fruit. Beneath your feet, a soft rug cushioning your steps, leading you toward the inviting bed at the center of the room.
Despite its humble nature, the room exudes a sense of regality and elegance, yet, you can’t help but feel a pang of sadness. This isn’t your home.
“Is there anything you need, Your Highness?” Hunter asks, $H_hisher voice gentle and respectful. “Some food, perhaps, or a change of clothes?”
“I am not feeling hungry at the moment but thank you,” you respond. “However, a change of clothes would be greatly appreciated.”
Hunter nods, a faint smile playing on $H_hisher lips. “Very well, Your Highness. There are some clothes in the closet for you to choose from.” $H_HeShe points at the closet in the corner. “I will leave you to it.”
$H_HeShe leaves and you walk over to the closet and open the door, revealing a wide array of clothing options that are worn in the kingdom. There are many pieces of clothing in the closet, all with vibrant colors. You try picking out what you’d like to wear.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pick a long shirt and robe, paired with loose pants. This is typically seen as more masculine clothing.|13-0][$clothingstyle to "male"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pick a flowing dress and skirt. This is typically seen as more feminine clothing.|13-0][$clothingstyle to "female"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pick a loose tunic and pants, not particularly seen as masculine or feminine.|13-0][$clothingstyle to "neutral"]]</span><<if $clothingstyle is "male">>You carefully select a pair of comfortable sandals to complete your outfit. The shirt and robe are made of a soft fabric that is decorated with labyrinthine patterns of gold and silver thread. The pants are loose and comfortable, perfect for the hot weather outside.<<elseif $clothingstyle is "female">>The dress is made of a light, airy fabric that will drape beautifully over your body. The skirt is slightly fuller, with a flared silhouette that will move gracefully as you walk. The patterns on both pieces are stunning, with labyrinthine designs that seem to come alive as the light hits them. The ensemble is completed with a pair of comfortable, flat-soled sandals that are perfect for the hot weather outside.<<else>>You pick up the tunic, feeling the soft fabric on your skin. The pants look equally comfortable, and you find yourself admiring the labyrinthine embroidery that adorns the hem of the tunic. The ensemble is completed with a pair of comfortable, flat-soled sandals that are perfect for the hot weather outside.<</if>>
You put the bag with $memory inside of the closet, hidden away by the clothes in front of it.
After considering your options, you ultimately decide to take a bath before doing anything else. However, you are unsure of where to go to find a suitable bathing area. As a result, you remain in the room and wait for Hunter to return so that $H_heshe can guide you to the appropriate location.
After a few minutes, $H_heshe reappears and leads you to another part of the palace complex, “This is where we knights usually bathe.” Hunter explains, gesturing to a large, open room filled with steam and the sound of splashing water.
You are hesitant to enter the room, feeling self-conscious about bathing in a place full of knights. However, Hunter reassures you that it is common practice here for both men and women to bathe together. “Don’t worry, Your Highness,” $H_heshe says, a hint of amusement in $H_hisher voice. “No one will look your way.”
With a deep breath, you step into the room and are immediately hit by the cool, humid air. The room is filled with a series of pools and fountains, and you can see several knights splashing around and washing themselves. You spot a small, private alcove off to the side and decide to use that for your bath. You look back to where Hunter was and see $H_heshe has already gone off to speak to a knight.
As you make your way toward the alcove, you notice a table filled with various scented oils and soaps. You pause to examine the selection, trying to decide which one you would like to use, you pick…
<span class="choice-normal">[[...Sandalwood.|13-0-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...Rose.|13-0-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...Jasmine.|13-0-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...Musk.|13-0-A]]</span><<if $ch1nod is "true">>“Thank you, Sir Lancelot,” you say. “I’ll try to remember that, even if things are… like this.”
Lancelot gives you a small smile and stands up, releasing your hands. “I’m glad to hear that, $name. Now, let’s get this cake ready and out to the others before they go to sleep.”<<else>>“Thank you, Sir Lancelot,” you say, feeling a mix of emotions. “I appreciate the sentiment but I’m not sure if I truly believe that.” You feel a lump in your throat, overwhelmed by the sincerity in Lancelot’s words. You don’t know what to do, so you just turn away from him.
Lancelot doesn’t push the matter further, and instead, finishes icing the cake. “Now let’s get this cake out to the others before they go to sleep.”<</if>>
You follow Lancelot out of the kitchen and back into the dining hall. The others are still there, but they’re starting to clean up and put the food away. Hunter looks up as you enter and smiles, $H_hisher eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees the cake in Lancelot’s hands.
“Aww, boss, you made a cake for us?” Sadira asks, setting down the dish she was holding and walking over to you two.
Lancelot glares at Sadira and she quickly corrects her previous words, “Right! I mean Sir Lancelot.”
Lancelot sighs then proceeds to cut the cake into small slices and hands them out to everyone, giving the first slice to you. You take a bite of the cake, and it’s even better than it looked. The rich, vanilla flavor of the icing combines perfectly with the moist, fluffy cake.
As the night wears on and the conversation dies down, you think back to Lancelot’s words in the kitchen. You still aren’t sure if you truly believe that good things will come your way, but as you look around at the smiling faces of the others and you realize that perhaps Lancelot was right - good things can come into your life, and good people can be found in unexpected places. Or maybe you’re just being too hopeful, wanting to find solace in strangers. To find comfort in a place so alien to you.
And for tonight, that seems to be enough.
You follow Hunter back to your room, feeling more at peace than you have in the past few days.
Just as Hunter is about to leave, $H_heshe turns back around and pulls something out of $H_hisher pocket. “I almost forgot!” $H_heshe exclaims, handing you a rolled piece of paper.
You unroll it to find that it’s a map of the palace. “I got this for you,” Hunter explains. “I was planning on showing you around earlier today, but since that didn’t work out, I thought you might find this useful as you explore the palace on your own.”
“Thank you,” you say, admiring the details of the map. “Did you draw this?”
Hunter chuckles, shaking their head, “No, unfortunately, I’m not blessed with artistic talent. This was drawn by–” $H_HeShe pauses, “it was drawn by someone else.”
Despite the lack of information about the map’s creator, you can’t help but feel touched regardless.
“Tell whoever drew it that I’m thankful,” you say with a smile. “This is thoughtful of them.”
Hunter smiles back at you but then looks away sheepishly, “Well, I have to admit, I didn’t exactly get it in the most legal of ways. I might have… stolen it.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry,” Hunter tries to reassure you after seeing the look of shock on your face, “I figured it would be more useful in your hands than in some dusty old drawer. And I doubt the person who drew it will even realize it’s missing.”
“Well, thank you for stealing it then, I appreciate it.”
Hunter gives you a warm smile and nods $H_hisher head before bidding you goodnight and leaving the room. You’re left standing there, map in hand, it’s clear that whoever drew it put a lot of effort into making it as accurate as possible.
You can see all the major areas of the palace marked out that clearly show every nook and cranny of the palace.
Satisfied that you now have a helpful guide to navigate the palace, you put the map aside and prepare for bed.
And then, you drift off to sleep.
[[Continue|16-0]]<<unset $ch1nod>>“Wake up!”
The next morning, someone shakes you awake and it almost sends you into a panic before you open your eyes and see that it’s one of the servants, standing next to your bed.
“It’s time to get up,” the servant says. “We are here to clean and we can’t do that if you lay there like you wear the crown.” His tone is the least pleasing thing to wake up to and you glare at him but he’s already taking the covers off you and putting them aside to dust.
You get out of bed and trudge over to the table and find the necessary items to begin your morning routine. There sits a thin twig, meant for brushing your teeth, a small cloth for drying your face and hands, and a bowl of cool water to refresh your skin.
As you splash cold water on your face, you think about the map Hunter gave you. You’re eager to explore the palace and get to know the layout, but you’re also a little nervous about getting lost and who you might encounter.
After you get dressed you head to the annex, where the knights stay, for breakfast since you don’t know where else they’d be willing to give you food. The place is bustling with activity, and you can smell the delicious aroma of lentils and spices.
You grab a flatbread and a bowl of the creamy lentil dish made with black lentils and sit down at the table, trying to plan your day. It’s a comforting and delicious start to your day.
As you finish your breakfast, you start to wonder where you should go next. The palace is so large and there are so many things to see. You look at the map, trying to decide which direction to take.
You could explore the gardens, which Rosea is known for and you’ve heard are absolutely stunning, or you could visit the solarium, which is also a peaceful place of worship for the god of water. You could also visit the library, which is said to have a vast collection of rare books and manuscripts.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the garden.|16-0-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the library.|16-0-B]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the solarium.|16-0-C]]</span>You walk through the palace gardens, taking in the sights and sounds of the lush greenery. The heat is sweltering, but the shade provided by the tall trees offers some relief. The plants are lush and vibrant, despite the heat, and the sweet smell of flowers fills the air.
As you wander through the garden, you spot a person sitting on the ground, sketching the flowers in front of him with a pencil.
As you get closer, you can see that the person is a boy, with brown hair and piercing green eyes. He glances up at you as you approach, his green eyes piercing and his expression cold and distant. It’s almost as if your presence has interrupted him in the middle of something important.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
You hesitantly introduce yourself, feeling a bit intimidated by his aloof demeanor. “I’m $name,” you say. “I was just passing through the garden, I saw you drawing and I got curious.”
The boy returns his attention to his sketch, seemingly not interested in engaging with you.
“I know who you are,” he says, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. “I’m not interested in receiving compliments from you of all people.” He glances at you briefly before returning to his sketching.
//Ah… he’s one of them.//
Maybe after meeting Hunter and the other knights you forgot how extreme people’s views of you could be.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to not let his cold demeanor affect you so you offer him a smile.|16-0-A2-2][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Put him in his place.|16-0-A2-4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 5, 0, 100), $assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>As you make your way to the solarium, you can feel the eyes of the people on you. You try to ignore the whispers and focus on your destination.
The solarium is a beautiful, calming place. The walls are made of stained glass, letting in beams of colorful light that dance across the marble floor. The goddess of water is depicted in the center of the room, her serene face carved into a marble fountain and water coming out of her hands.
You sit down on one of the benches, feeling the coolness of the stone beneath you. The sound of the water trickling from the fountain is soothing and you close your eyes, taking a deep breath.
Despite the peaceful atmosphere, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. You open your eyes and glance around, noticing that some of the people in the room are staring at you. You try to ignore them but it’s difficult. You can feel the tension in the air and it makes you want to leave.
You stand up, feeling a sense of unease wash over you. As you make your way back towards the door, you notice Hunter walking through the doorway. $H_HisHer eyes meet yours and you can see the smile etched on $H_hisher face.
But as $H_heshe approaches, you can see that $H_hisher cheerfulness fades when $H_heshe notices the staring people. You can see the concern etched on $H_hisher face as $H_heshe takes in the situation.
“What’s going on?” $H_heshe asks, looking around the room.
You shrug, feeling uncomfortable. “I don’t know. I just feel like everyone is staring at me.”
Hunter frowns, “Come on, let’s go somewhere else. This place isn’t worth staying if it’s making you feel uneasy.”
The two of you make your way through the halls of the palace, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling palace. “I see you are using the map I gave you yesterday. I hope it has helped navigate the palace.”
“Yes, thank you,” you reply. “<<if hasVisited("16-0-A") or hasVisited("16-0-B")>>It has been very helpful in navigating the palace.”<<else>>It is what I used to get to the solarium.”<</if>>
“I’m glad it’s been helpful,” Hunter says, $H_hisher smile widening. “But don’t rely on it too much. You’ll find that the palace is pretty easy to navigate once you get the hang of the layout.”
As Hunter speaks, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. It’s nice to have someone friendly and welcoming, it makes you forget about the people from before.
[[Continue|16-0-C1]]You decide not to let the boy’s coldness bother you and instead offer him a kind smile. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” you say softly. “I just wanted to admire your artwork. It’s really beautiful.
He looks surprised by your kind words, and for a moment, his cold expression falters before it returns. “Thank you,” he says, still not looking up from his sketchbook.
You watch him for a moment, taking in the concentration on his face as he continues to draw.
“Do you really know who I am?” you ask, trying to make conversation.
“Who doesn’t?” he replies curtly, not looking up from his sketchbook.
You decide to try again, despite the boy’s frosty demeanor. “Well I don’t know you so what’s your name?” you ask, hoping to break the ice a bit.
“Vincent,” he replies, his voice laced with annoyance.
You nod, trying to ignore the hostility in his tone. “It’s nice to meet you, Vincent,” you say, extending a hand in greeting.
Vincent looks up at you, his green eyes narrowed in suspicion. He scoffs and goes back to his sketching. “Is it?” he asks, his voice dripping with
sarcasm.
“You think you can just act nice and people here will forget which family you’re from? Honestly, some might but I’m not falling for it.”
You feel a flash of anger at his words and pull your hand back. “What do you mean by that?” you ask, your voice tight.
Vincent looks up at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “You know exactly what I mean.”
You try to keep your voice level. “I’m not trying to do anything except be friendly, you don’t have to be rude either.”
Vincent sneers at you. “I don’t have to do anything,” he says. “I don’t owe you or anyone else anything. Just leave me alone.”
“Fine.” you snap, unable to keep the anger out of your voice. “I’ll leave you alone. But you should consider being a little more gracious to others, it’s called being a decent human being.”
With that, you turn on your heel and storm away from him, your blood boiling with anger.
[[Continue|16-0.5]]You can’t believe how rude this boy is being, and decide to give him a piece of your mind. “What’s your name?”
“Vincent,” he replies, his voice laced with annoyance.
“Alright, Vincent, I was just trying to be nice.” you say, “I didn’t even compliment you, but I see now that you don’t deserve any kind of compliment from anyone.” You can feel your cheeks starting to heat up with anger as you continue.
“You don’t even know me, yet you’re already judging me based on some preconceived notion you have of who I am. That’s not fair, and it’s not right.”
Vincent looks up at you, his green eyes narrowed. He scoffs and goes back to his sketching. “Is it not?” he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You think you can just act nice and everyone here will forget which family you’re from and treat you normally? Honestly, some might but I’m not falling for the act.”
You feel a flash of anger at his words and pull your hand back. “What do you mean by that?” you ask, your voice tight.
Vincent looks up at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “You know exactly what I mean.”
You try to keep your voice level. “I’m not trying to do anything except be friendly, you don’t have to be rude either.”
Vincent sneers at you. “I don’t have to do anything,” he says. “I don’t owe you or anyone else anything. Just leave me alone.”
“Fine.” you snap, unable to keep the anger out of your voice. “I’ll leave you alone. But you should consider being a little more gracious to others, it’s called being a decent human being.”
With that, you turn on your heel and storm away from him, your blood boiling with anger..
[[Continue|16-0.5]]<<if lastVisited("16-0-C2" or "16-0-C3") is 1>>"Thank you for showing me this place, Hunter," you say as you walk back towards where you two first started the trip. "It was really interesting."
"It was my pleasure," Hunter says with a smile. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we can explore more of the palace together sometime."
"I’d like that," you say with a smile.
You return to where you started.<<else>>You return to where you started.<</if>>
<<if hasVisited("16-0-A", "16-0-B", "16-0-C")>><span class="choice-normal">[[Go back to your room.|17-0]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal"><<if not hasVisited("16-0-A")>>[[Visit the garden.|16-0-A]]<<else>>You have visited the garden.<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if not hasVisited("16-0-B")>>[[Visit the library.|16-0-B]]<<else>>You have visited the library.<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if not hasVisited("16-0-C")>>[[Visit the solarium.|16-0-C]]<<else>>You have visited the solarium.<</if>></span>
<</if>><<if $ch1telltruth is "true">>You had thought you would tell him everything if the opportunity came but now you no longer want to. <</if>>You decide to lie to Helios, not wanting to dwell on the painful memories of your brother’s death. You force a smile and say, “No, nothing bad happened. He just moved on to other things and isn’t interested in magic anymore.”
You feel a pang of guilt for lying to him, but you push it aside. You’re not ready to talk about your brother’s death with anyone, especially not the son of the man responsible for it.
Helios seems to accept your explanation, but you can tell he still senses that something is off. “I understand.”
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The bitterness towards Helios’ father wells up inside of you again and you can’t help but wonder how someone so seemingly kind could come from such a cruel and heartless man.
You dig your nails into your palm, trying to push down the overwhelming emotions that threaten to surface.
You try to remind yourself that Helios is not his father but it’s not enough to fully shake off the resentment you feel towards the family that caused you so much pain. You decide it’s best to distance yourself from Helios and excuse yourself from the conversation.
“I should probably go now,” you say, trying to keep your voice even. “It was nice talking to you, Helios.”
“Oh, alright,” Helios replies, looking slightly disappointed. “Let’s talk some other time!”
You nod and force a smile before turning and walking out of the library, leaving Helios behind.
Unbeknownst to you, that would be the last time you two spoke freely for a long time.
[[Continue|16-0.5]]<<if $ch1telltruth is "true">>You had thought you would tell him everything if the opportunity came but now you no longer want to. <</if>>You take a deep breath and decide to give him a portion of the truth. “My entire family passed away,” you say, the pain still fresh in your mind. “My brother was interested in magic, so I’m trying to learn more about it to keep his memory alive.”
Helios looks at you with sympathy in his eyes. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he says, his voice sincere. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you.”
You can see the genuine concern in his eyes and for a moment, you forget the hatred you have for his father. “Thank you, Helios,” you say.
But as soon as the words leave your mouth, the bitterness returns. You can’t forget the way your family was taken from you, the pain and suffering they must have endured. And now here you are, talking to him and //thanking// Helios of all people.
You dig your nails into your palm, trying to push down the overwhelming emotions that threaten to surface. You try to remind yourself that Helios is not his father, and that he has shown nothing but kindness towards you.
But it’s not enough to fully shake off the resentment you feel towards the family that caused you so much pain. You decide it’s best to distance yourself from Helios and excuse yourself from the conversation.
“I should probably go now,” you say, trying to keep your voice even. “It was nice talking to you, Helios.”
“Oh, alright,” Helios replies, looking slightly disappointed. “Let’s talk some other time!”
You nod and force a smile before turning and walking out of the library, leaving Helios behind.
Unbeknownst to you, that would be the last time you two spoke freely for a long time.
[[Continue|16-0.5]]“I’m not sure about this, I don’t want to get in trouble for being somewhere we’re not supposed to be.”
Hunter gives a reassuring smile, "Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you. And besides, it’s not like we’re hurting anything by just taking a look around. We aren’t stealing or vandalizing anything. We’ll just take a quick look and then we’ll leave, okay?"
You hesitate for a moment, but the pull of curiosity is too strong. You nod and follow Hunter deeper into the palace. As you walk through the halls, you can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the place.
“It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” Hunter asks, a sense of pride in $H_hisher voice. “It was built many centuries ago, the king built it for his royal consort. Traditionally the royal consort is called the ‘Jewel of the Kingdom’ so the palace in which they reside is called the ‘Jewel of the Palace’.”
“That seems fitting,” you say, looking around at the sparkling jewels and other details of the palace.
“Yes, it is.” Hunter says with a smile, “But it is not all fun and games, being a royal consort. There’s a lot of pressure and responsibility that comes with the title.”
You wonder what stories these walls could tell, and what secrets they might be hiding.
“It’s a shame that no one is allowed in here now,” you say to Hunter.
“Yes, it is,” Hunter agrees. “But it’s a reminder of the dangers of power and greed. The late queen’s death was a tragic reminder of that.”
“What happened to her?” you ask, trying to piece together the events that led to the queen’s death.
Hunter pauses for a moment then shakes $H_hisher head, “It’s a long story, let’s not dwell on the past. We should focus on the present.”
You nod, understanding that it might be a sensitive topic. “Of course. Thank you for showing me around, Hunter. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Hunter smiles, “It was my pleasure. Now, we should probably get back before anyone notices we’re gone. Come on, I’ll lead the way.”
[[Continue|16-0.5]]As you wander through the halls of the palace, it’s hard to believe that you’re not being held in a cell and are instead allowed to roam freely. It seems that King Luceris has granted you basic human freedom as a strange show of kindness.
However, the reprieve is short-lived as a group of guards suddenly appear and grab you by the arms. “The king wishes to see you,” one of them says gruffly, and you feel your heart start to race as they drag you down the hall, your feet struggling to keep up with their quick pace.
Suddenly, you are thrown onto the ground of a lavish office and left alone with the king who sits behind a grand desk, his attention focused on some papers in front of him. The room is opulent, with gilded furniture and rich tapestries hanging on the walls.
“I see you’ve been enjoying your stay in my palace,” he says, still not looking at you. “You should be grateful. After all, it was my mercy that spared your life.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sarcastically thank him for his mercy.|17-0-A][$sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Remind him you’re not here by choice.|17-0-A][$ch1nochoice to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Remain silent.|17-0-A]]</span><<if $sarcastic eq 1>>“Oh, thank you so much for your mercy, Your Majesty,” you say sarcastically as you get up on your feet. “I am truly grateful that you let me live long enough so I could be thrown onto the ground of this room by your esteemed guards, rather than being killed or locked up in a cell like a criminal. I am sure it was a great burden for you to show such kindness to someone like me.”
Luceris laughs, a deep and throaty sound that echoes through the room. “You have spirit, I’ll give you that,” he says, finally looking at you. “But you should be careful with that tongue of yours, someone might snip it if you offend them.”
“Why did you summon me here?”<<elseif $ch1nochoice is "true">>“I’m not here to thank you,” you say, getting up from the ground. “I’m here because I have no other choice.”
Luceris raises an eyebrow at your words, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, that may change.” He finally looks at you.
“Why did you summon me here?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.<<else>>You get up and stay silent, not wanting to speak to him. As the silence stretches on, you start to feel more and more uneasy. You try to steady your breathing and focus on the present moment, but your mind keeps racing with all the possible outcomes of this situation.
“Why did you summon me here?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.<</if>>
“I told you that once we reached Rosea I’d tell you why I let you live. That’s why you were summoned.”
You stand in silence, waiting for him to continue.
After a moment of tense silence, Luceris sighs and leans back in his seat, his eyes drifting off into the distance as he begins to speak. “Do you know how my wife died?” he asks, his voice laced with sorrow.
You shake your head, feeling confused and unsure of where this conversation is going.
The king’s eyes meet yours as he reveals, “She was poisoned by your sister. That’s the reason the war started.” You feel your heart plummet at these words, unable to believe that your sister could do such a thing.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Defend your sister.|17-0-B][$ch1defend to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ask him what evidence he has to accuse your sister.|17-0-B]]</span><<if $ch1defend is "true">>Despite the shock and disbelief that courses through you, you stand firm in your belief that your sister is innocent. You two weren’t close due to the age gap between you two but you know her to be kind and compassionate, and the thought that she could have intentionally caused harm to someone is unimaginable to you.
“She would never do that.” you protest, your mind racing with the implications. “Why would she ever do that?”<<else>>“What makes you certain it was my sister? What evidence do you have to accuse her?” you ask, your voice laced with desperation and disbelief.
“We have evidence linking your sister to the poison used to kill my wife. The poison was made with a plant only found in Vesphire and the maid who did your sister’s dirty work confessed. We also have a letter written by your sister talking about the poison and the course of actions she took.”
“She would never do that.” you protest, your mind racing with the implications. “Why would she ever do that?”<</if>>
“Your sister and I were betrothed, but I ended the arrangement when I became king because I was in love with someone else,” he explains, “Your family was unhappy with my decision, but I hoped that over time, relations between our kingdoms would return to normal. However, your sister wanted the position of queen for herself, and if she couldn’t have it then no one could, so she poisoned my wife, Farah. She has now vanished, and we have been unable to locate her.”
You take a moment to absorb this shocking revelation, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. “How do you know she’s alive?” you ask, your voice laced with disbelief, still struggling to process the information.
His eyes narrow as he responds, “Because evil like her doesn’t die so easily. They have a way of surviving and thriving, even in the most dire of circumstances.” He pauses, “If she was dead I would’ve found her, it’s easier to find an unmoving dead body than someone on the run.”
“Is that why you spared me?” you ask, “Because you want to use me to get back at my sister?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice cold and calculating. “I want you to take the position of my royal consort.”
[[Continue|18-0]]<<unset $ch1nochoice>><<unset $ch1defend>><<if lastVisited("19-0") is 1>><<notify>>Achievement: Back from... the dead?<</notify>>You feel a sharp pain, it makes you groan and hold your head.
“Can you pay attention?” As soon as he speaks those words, the pain disappears.<<else>>His words hit you like a ton of bricks, causing you to take a step back in shock.<</if>>
“I will give you the position she so desperately craves, the position she will never obtain.” He tilts his head to the side, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. “I wonder how she will feel knowing that what she wants so badly now belongs to her own sibling... Will she poison you too?”
You feel a mixture of fear and disgust wash over you. You can’t believe that he wants to use you as a pawn in his twisted revenge plot against your sister. But at the same time, you can’t deny the anger that consumes you at the thought of your sister being partly responsible for the death of your family.
As you stand there, the king continues to speak. “Of course, it will only be in name. My ministers are constantly complaining about the need to fill the position, and if someone holds it, maybe they’ll finally shut up. I already have a son, so I don’t know why they’re so desperate for me to marry again. I can’t betray my wife like that.”
He rambles on for a moment, and you’re still standing there, unable to comprehend his nonchalant attitude.
He waves his hand dismissively before continuing, “But enough about that. As my consort, you will have all the privileges and luxuries that come with the position,” he continues. “You will have your own palace and access to the best clothes, jewelry, and food. You will also receive the education fitting for a consort.”
He pauses for a moment, eyeing you carefully. “But do not misunderstand,” he continues sternly. “You will not have any real authority. You will simply be a figurehead, a symbol of my power and forgiveness. You will be expected to attend public events and ceremonies, but you will not have a say in the empire’s decisions. You will have none of the responsibilities.” He pauses, “You will be a living, breathing reminder of my victory over her.”
You try to process everything Luceris is saying, trying to figure out what your next move should be. You feel trapped, with no other options but to accept the king’s offer or risk being imprisoned or even killed for your sister’s actions.
“And if I don’t accept?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly.
Luceris’ expression turns serious. “Then you will be imprisoned for your sister’s crimes. You will spend the rest of your days in a cell, forgotten and alone.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if lastVisited("19-0") is 1>>==Refuse==<<else>>[[Refuse.|18-0-A]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Accept.|18-0-B]]</span>“I won’t be a part of your twisted revenge game,” you say firmly. “I won’t betray my sister and let you use me for your own satisfaction.”
Luceris rolls his eyes and stands up from his chair, approaching you. “Is my request really that unreasonable, $name? The fact that I’m even offering you the opportunity to live a life of luxury is already a kindness, and if I wanted to, I could easily have you killed right now and no one would think twice about it.”
You face him, your gaze unwavering as you speak. “After what you did to my family...” You trail off, the words heavy on your tongue.
“After that incident, I became scared of fire. Even so, every time the group stopped to rest and built campfires, I sat right next to the flames. To try overcome my fear.”
“I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me.” he replies, his expression unreadable.
“I’m telling you that I’m not scared of you,” you say, your voice shaking with a combination of fear and determination. “I will not forget what you’ve done to me and my family. I will find out the truth, the actual truth, and then I will have my revenge.”
“Then take the position,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Wouldn’t it be easier to seek revenge for what I’ve done if you had education and a royal title on your side?”
You hesitate for a moment, weighing your options. On one hand, you could accept his proposal and potentially have the opportunity to seek revenge on him from a position of power.
On the other hand, you could refuse and risk being imprisoned, never seeing the outside world again, never getting your family the justice they deserve.
So you make your decision.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Refuse.|18-0-A1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Accept.|18-0-A2]]</span>“Here.” A burly old man on your right puts a flatbread on your plate. He doesn’t say anything else and keeps eating his food.
As you continue to eat, the man keeps putting more food on your plate, and others seem to have joined in. Your plate never seems to get empty, and you’re starting to feel full, but you feel obligated to keep eating.
“Hey, Qasim, $they <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> full already. You’re going to make $them explode.” The woman beside Hunter says in a teasing tone.
Qasim looks at you and then at your overflowing plate before taking it and dumping the contents onto his plate. “Satisfied, Sadira?” he asks, glaring at the woman.
Sadira rolls her eyes, but the grin on her face remains. “Don’t pay him any mind, he’s just a softie. He was worried about you before he even met you.”
Qasim glares at Sadira, but his cheeks are slightly flushed with embarrassment. “Sadira,” he scolds.
You feel a warm feeling in your chest at the exchange, touched by the kindness of these strangers.
You nod at Qasim in gratitude and he gives you a small smile in return before continuing to eat.
“Where’s Sir Lancelot?” You inquire.
“He’s still in the kitchen,” Sadira informs, motioning towards the presumed location.
Curious, you decide to check on him. “I’ll go see what he’s doing,” you tell the group and head towards the kitchen.
Walking away, the interactions leave you feeling lighter. Pushing open the wooden door, you find yourself outside; Lancelot stands at the outdoor kitchen counter, back turned.
He’s engrossed in mixing something in a large bowl, humming to himself. The aroma of freshly baked cake and the scent of coal fill the air.
Lancelot turns, spotting you. A smile graces his face. “Ah, $name, I’m glad you’re here. I’m almost done with the cake; I just need to add the icing.”
Approaching the counter, you peer into the bowl with the creamy white icing.
“If you want to, you can taste it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[It looks delicious, you can’t help but nod eagerly.|14-00][$ch1cake to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It looks delicious, you want to try it.|14-00][$ch1cake to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Decline, you don’t want to try it.|14-00]]</span>You nod, taking in Hunter’s words. “Yes, I can see that. It’s just a lot to take in at first but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it eventually.”
“Of course you will,” Hunter says, patting you on the shoulder. “And in the meantime, I’m here to help. So if you need anything or have any questions, just let me know.”
You nod in response and then $H_heshe continues, “Now, I suppose you were exploring the palace. What other places will you be visiting?”
<<if hasVisited("16-0-A", "16-0-B")>>“The solarium was the last place I wanted to see.”<<elseif hasVisited("16-0-B")>>“I’ll go to the gardens next.”<<elseif hasVisited("16-0-A")>>“I’ll go to the library next.”<<else>>“The gardens and the library.”<</if>>
Hunter tilts $H_hisher head, “You won’t be going to the Jewel?”
“The what?” you ask, unrolling the map you’ve been carrying all day to look at the map once again.
“The Jewel of the Palace is the former queen’s palace. It’s located within the palace complex but is separate from the rest of the palace. It’s a beautiful place, full of breathtaking jewels. Would you like to go there now?”
You consider this for a moment, intrigued by the idea of seeing the former queen’s palace. “Yeah, I think I would like to see it. Can you show me where it is?”
“Of course,” Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow $H_himher. “It’s just a short walk from here. Come on, I’ll show you.”
After a few minutes of walking, you finally reach the entrance to the Jewel of the Palace. The doors are massive and beautifully carved, and you can see the glint of diamonds and rubies in the detailed designs. Hunter pushes the doors open and beckons you inside.
As you step into the palace, you’re immediately struck by the opulence of the space. The floors are made of gleaming white marble, and the walls are adorned with shimmering jewels.
Yet, despite all the grandeur, the palace is eerily quiet. There is not a single servant or courtier in sight, and you can’t help but wonder why.
“Where is everyone?” you ask Hunter, your voice echoing in the empty space.
“Oh, no one is allowed in here after the queen’s death, except the royal family,” Hunter explains, a mischievous glint in $H_hisher eye. “But don’t worry, we won’t get in trouble. No one has to know we’ve been here.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not sure about this, I don’t want to get in trouble for being somewhere we’re not supposed to be.”|16-0-C2][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, I see. Well, that just makes me want to explore even more.”|16-0-C3][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Oh, I see. Well, that just makes me want to explore even more.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Hunter says with a grin.
You follow Hunter deeper into the palace. As you walk through the halls, you can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the place.
“It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” Hunter asks, a sense of pride in $H_hisher voice. “It was built many centuries ago, the king built it for his royal consort. Traditionally the royal consort is called the ‘Jewel of the Kingdom’ so the palace in which they reside is called the ‘Jewel of the Palace’.”
“That seems fitting,” you say, looking around at the sparkling jewels and other details of the palace.
“Yes, it is.” Hunter says with a smile. “But it’s not all fun and games, being a royal consort. There’s a lot of pressure and responsibility that comes with the title.”
You wonder what stories these walls could tell, and what secrets they might be hiding.
“It’s a shame that no one is allowed in here now,” you say to Hunter.
“Yes, it is,” Hunter agrees. “But it’s a reminder of the dangers of power and greed. The late queen’s death was a tragic reminder of that.”
“What happened to her?” you ask, trying to piece together the events that led to the queen’s death.
Hunter pauses for a moment then shakes $H_hisher head, “It’s a long story, let’s not dwell on the past. We should focus on the present.”
You nod, understanding that it might be a sensitive topic. “Of course. Thank you for showing me around, Hunter. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Hunter smiles, “It was my pleasure. Now, we should probably get back before anyone notices we’re gone. Come on, I’ll lead the way.”
[[Continue|16-0.5]]You don’t say anything, not wanting to speak to these people around you.
You don’t understand how he can speak to you after what happened to you today when the cause of it is the hand that holds his leash.
Sir Lancelot looks at you expectantly, awaiting a response, but when it doesn’t come he lets out a sigh and then turns towards the King who simply nods. Perhaps he’s also not in the mood to talk.
The king hasn’t spoken to you after the first and only conversation you had inside your home. His mind seems to be elsewhere, he sits on his horse and lets it walk as he simply stares ahead of him.
You look away from him, your mouth tastes bitter from the bile rising inside you.
The atmosphere around you feels off as if the very air is suffused with unease.
The sun beats down on your shoulders, weighed down by the coat you’ve put on once again. The hands gripping the reins, your own gently patting the horse’s neck, and the heaviness in your jaw all contribute to the sense that something is not quite right.
Everything feels strange and you struggle to shake the feeling.
It’s almost as if you’re waiting for something to happen, to you specifically, your body is tense as if the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood will show up to end you, or maybe an evil witch will curse you to disappear forever.
A voice in your head tells you that your fairytale monster is right beside you and it’s a thought that doesn’t put you at ease. While the wolf or the witch would put you out of your misery quickly, you have a feeling the one with you won’t be as merciful.
Tears rise in your eyes as you think about it and you feel nauseous, you’d prefer to be with your parents than here. With Alistair and Clarence too.
A part of you is stuck in that hallway where you left your twin, it probably died with him. You’d like to stay hopeful that your brothers aren’t dead but if they had wouldn’t they be here with you?
And if they didn’t, what kept that monster from doing to you what he did to them?
Your breaths become short and you feel like the air isn’t reaching your chest, your hand grabs the one next to you.
“I can’t breathe.” You spill out, your voice quiet but the panic is loud and heavy in his ears.
“Halt!” You hear his voice and the clanking of armor but your vision is blurry and tears fall from your eyes as rough hands take hold of you.
Before you can feel better your eyes close, giving into the darkness.
[[Continue|2-0]]You reach the library and push open the heavy wooden doors, revealing a room filled with shelves upon shelves of books. The musty scent of old pages fills your nostrils as you make your way further into the room.
You see rows of books on every subject imaginable, from history to science to magic. You are drawn to a section of books on ancient spells and magic since it was the subject of the last book Clarence showed you. You begin to peruse the titles, eager to learn more about the mysterious world of magic. You pull out a random thick, leather-bound book and open it to the first page, mesmerized by the illustrations and elaborate script.
“What are you doing?”
You hear a voice behind you and turn to see Helios standing there, a curious expression on his face. He is tall with hair that reflects the light.
“Reading.” You give him a short answer, not wanting to talk longer with him. It’s possibly unkind but you can’t take chances with that man’s son.
You can see the way Helios’ smile falters as you dismiss him, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he walks over to a nearby shelf and begins to browse through the books as well.
Despite your initial reluctance to engage with him, you can’t help but be curious. You know that his father is the worst person you’ve ever encountered. But Helios is not his father, and you wonder how he would react if he was made aware of the atrocities committed by Luceris.
“Do you like magic?” Helios asks, breaking the silence between you. His voice is soft and curious, and you feel a twinge of guilt for your earlier coldness.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Yes, I’m interested in magic.|16-0-B1A][$arcana to Math.clamp($arcana + 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, I’m interested in history.|16-0-B1B][$history to Math.clamp($history + 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, I prefer combat, specifically swords.|16-0-B1C][$blades to Math.clamp($blades + 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, I prefer combat, specifically bows.|16-0-B1D][$bows to Math.clamp($bows + 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[No, I prefer hand-to-hand combat.|16-0-B1E][$brawl to Math.clamp($brawl + 10, 0, 100)]]</span>“Yes, I am. My brother is quite well versed in the subject so I got interested in it too.” you reply, deciding to give him a chance.
“Oh, I see. That’s interesting. Is your brother an expert in magic?” Helios asks, genuinely curious.
“Yes, he—” You stop mid-sentence, a sudden realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your brother is no longer alive, and you feel a pang of grief and sadness wash over you. You struggle to push the emotions down, focusing on Helios’ question instead. “Yes, he was. He loved studying it,” You subconsciously clutch your necklace. “It was his passion.” you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice as you think of your deceased brother.
Helios notices the change in your demeanor and he hesitates before asking, “I’m sorry, did something bad happen to your brother?”
You look away from him, “It’s not important.” you say, trying to brush off his question.
But Helios doesn’t let it go. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I just want to understand.” he says sincerely.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him, but only share a portion of the truth.|16-0-B2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him and tell him everything.|16-0-B4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 10 , 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lie to him and force a smile.|16-0-B3][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Not particularly, I’m more interested in history. My brother is well versed in the subject though,” you reply, deciding to give him a chance. “I’m trying to learn more about it.”
“Oh, I see. That’s interesting. Is your brother an expert in magic?” Helios asks, genuinely curious.
“Yes, he—” You stop mid-sentence, a sudden realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your brother is no longer alive, and you feel a pang of grief and sadness wash over you. You struggle to push the emotions down, focusing on Helios’ question instead. “Yes, he was. He loved studying it,” You subconsciously clutch your necklace. “It was his passion.” you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice as you think of your deceased brother.
Helios notices the change in your demeanor and he hesitates before asking, “I’m sorry, did something bad happen to your brother?”
You look away from him, “It’s not important.” you say, trying to brush off his question.
But Helios doesn’t let it go. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I just want to understand.” he says sincerely.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him, but only share a portion of the truth.|16-0-B2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him and tell him everything.|16-0-B4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 10 , 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lie to him and force a smile.|16-0-B3][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Not particularly, I’m more interested in combat, specifically swords. My brother is well versed in the subject though,” you reply, deciding to give him a chance. “I’m trying to learn more about it.”
“Oh, I see. That’s interesting. Is your brother an expert in magic?” Helios asks, genuinely curious.
“Yes, he—” You stop mid-sentence, a sudden realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your brother is no longer alive, and you feel a pang of grief and sadness wash over you. You struggle to push the emotions down, focusing on Helios’ question instead. “Yes, he was. He loved studying it,” You subconsciously clutch your necklace. “It was his passion.” you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice as you think of your deceased brother.
Helios notices the change in your demeanor and he hesitates before asking, “I’m sorry, did something bad happen to your brother?”
You look away from him, “It’s not important.” you say, trying to brush off his question.
But Helios doesn’t let it go. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I just want to understand.” he says sincerely.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him, but only share a portion of the truth.|16-0-B2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him and tell him everything.|16-0-B4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 10 , 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lie to him and force a smile.|16-0-B3][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Not particularly, I’m more interested in combat, specifically bows. My brother is well versed in the subject though,” you reply, deciding to give him a chance. “I’m trying to learn more about it.”
“Oh, I see. That’s interesting. Is your brother an expert in magic?” Helios asks, genuinely curious.
“Yes, he—” You stop mid-sentence, a sudden realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your brother is no longer alive, and you feel a pang of grief and sadness wash over you. You struggle to push the emotions down, focusing on Helios’ question instead. “Yes, he was. He loved studying it,” You subconsciously clutch your necklace. “It was his passion.” you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice as you think of your deceased brother.
Helios notices the change in your demeanor and he hesitates before asking, “I’m sorry, did something bad happen to your brother?”
You look away from him, “It’s not important.” you say, trying to brush off his question.
But Helios doesn’t let it go. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I just want to understand.” he says sincerely.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him, but only share a portion of the truth.|16-0-B2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him and tell him everything.|16-0-B4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 10 , 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lie to him and force a smile.|16-0-B3][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Not particularly, I’m more interested in hand-to-hand combat. My brother is well versed in the subject though,” you reply, deciding to give him a chance. “I’m trying to learn more about it.”
“Oh, I see. That’s interesting. Is your brother an expert in magic?” Helios asks, genuinely curious.
“Yes, he—” You stop mid-sentence, a sudden realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your brother is no longer alive, and you feel a pang of grief and sadness wash over you. You struggle to push the emotions down, focusing on Helios’ question instead. “Yes, he was. He loved studying it,” You subconsciously clutch your necklace. “It was his passion.” you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice as you think of your deceased brother.
Helios notices the change in your demeanor and he hesitates before asking, “I’m sorry, did something bad happen to your brother?”
You look away from him, “It’s not important.” you say, trying to brush off his question.
But Helios doesn’t let it go. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I just want to understand.” he says sincerely.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him, but only share a portion of the truth.|16-0-B2][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to be honest with him and tell him everything.|16-0-B4][$charm to Math.clamp($charm - 10 , 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lie to him and force a smile.|16-0-B3][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span><<notify>>Achievement: Congratulations on your new life.<</notify>>As you stand there, staring into Luceris’ cold eyes, you realize that you can’t let him win.
So you make your decision.
“Do you remember the day you destroyed everything I had?” you ask, your voice laced with resentment. “After that incident, I became scared of fire. Even so, every time our group stopped to rest and built campfires, I sat right next to the flames and stared into them, trying to overcome my fear.”
“I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me.” he replies, his expression unreadable.
“I’m telling you that I’m not scared of you,” you say, your voice shaking with a combination of fear and determination. “I may not have a choice in this situation, but I won’t simply be your pawn in this revenge game. I will become the royal consort, but I will not forget what you’ve done to me and my family. I will find out the truth, the actual truth, and then I will have my revenge.”
Luceris raises an eyebrow at your response, a hint of surprise flitting across his face. But he quickly recovers, a smile spreading across his lips.
“I look forward to seeing what you’re capable of, bird.”<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter One.|20-0]]You take a deep breath and steel yourself. “I refuse,” you say firmly. “I won’t be a part of your plan. I won’t be controlled by you.”
Luceris’ expression hardens and he takes a step back. “Very well,” he says, his voice dripping with disappointment. “I had hoped you would see reason, but it seems I was wrong.”
He calls out to the guards standing outside the office, who quickly step into the room and grab you by the arms. “Take this little bird to the dungeons,” Luceris orders. “I’ll come see you tomorrow, hopefully you’ll be more willing to join me.”
You struggle against the guards, but it’s no use. They’re too strong and before you know it, you’re being dragged away from the throne room, your fate sealed.
As you’re thrown into the cold, damp cell, you realize that this may be the last time you ever see the outside world. You close your eyes and try to steel yourself for what’s to come, but the fear and despair are overwhelming.
As the hours pass, you start to lose hope. You wonder if anyone will ever care about what happened to you, if anyone will ever come to your rescue.
Just as you’re about to drift off into an uneasy sleep, you hear a faint noise outside your cell. You sit up, straining to hear more. The noise grows louder and you realize it’s the sound of footsteps approaching.
Suddenly, the door to your cell is flung open and a hooded figure stands before you. They hold a knife in their hand, the blade glinting in the dim light.
A sinking feeling envelops you as the realization dawns that this person intends to harm you. The figure lunges, knife raised high.
A cry of pain escapes your lips, but the anguish is short-lived as darkness swiftly claims your consciousness.
[[Continue|19-0]]<<notify>>Achievement: Congratulations on your new life.<</notify>>“I accept,” you say, your voice strong. “But mark my words, you will regret everything.”
Luceris raises an eyebrow at your response, a hint of surprise flitting across his face. He quickly recovers, a smile spreading across his lips.
“I look forward to seeing what you’re capable of, bird.”<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter One.|20-0]]//Old friend of the glowing light,
Come and light my eyes.
Bring your warmth and joy so bright,
As I sing this tonight.
Twirl and spin, oh flame so fair,
Illuminate the night’s despair.
Charm and enthrall,
As I sing this magic call.
Breathe in the evening air,
Breathe out and let go.
Embrace the magic everywhere,
As I sing and let it flow.
Old friend of the glowing light,
Come and light my eyes.
Bring your warmth and joy so bright,
As I sing this tonight.//
[[A sharp pain takes over all your senses...|18-0]]You stay silent, not wanting to speak to him unless necessary.
“Here.” Lancelot hands you a roll of bread and a chunk of roasted meat. “I know this isn’t what royalty usually has but it will give you energy.”
You take the food, grateful for the sustenance. You take a bite, the meat is rich and satisfying, and the bread soaks up the juices from the meat, making each bite a delight. You chew slowly, savoring each bite.
Lancelot sits beside you, staring into the fire. The light from the flames dances across his face, highlighting his eyes. You know that he is worried about your fate, about what will happen to you once you reach Rosea.
“What happens next?” you ask, once you’ve finished eating.
He sighs, his eyes drifting to the fire. “We are going to Rosea.” His eyes turn back towards you, “It won’t be the life you had but I can assure you that you won’t be harmed.”
You nod, understanding. You know that your fate is in the hands of the monster who rules Rosea. You know that if he decides to do to you what he did to your family, there is nothing that Lancelot can do to stop it. But it is comforting to have someone on your side.
[[Continue|6-0]]<<if $ch1telltruth is "true">>You had decided to tell him everything if the opportunity came and you stand firm on that decision.<</if>> “Helios,” you begin. “Why do you think I’m here?”
“Aren’t you just visiting?” he asks, tilting his head. “I thought you were visiting like Soarine does sometimes.”
You push away the urge to ask who that is and stay focused. “No, I’m not visiting.” You take a moment to breathe, “I’m here because your father killed my family, Helios.”
Helios’ eyes widen in shock and disbelief. “What? That’s not possible. My father would never do something like that.” he says, his voice shaking.
“It’s the truth. I was there when it happened. He killed my entire family.” You say, your voice firm but filled with pain.
Helios stares at you for a moment then takes a step back, away from you. You can’t help but wonder how someone so seemingly kind could come from such a cruel and heartless man.
You dig your nails into your palm, trying to push down the overwhelming emotions that threaten to surface.
You had tried to remind yourself that Helios is not his father but it’s not easy to shake off the resentment you feel towards the family that caused you so much pain. You decide it’s best to distance yourself from Helios and excuse yourself from the conversation.
“I should go now.” you say, trying to keep your voice even.
Helios doesn’t reply.
You turn away and walk out of the library, leaving Helios behind.
Unbeknownst to you, that would be the last time you two spoke freely for a long time.
[[Continue|16-0.5]]<<set $story to "true">><<set $gamechapter to "Prologue">><<fadein 5s>>
<div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Sahira, 1438</div><<set $knowledge to 40>><<set $strength to 40>><<set $updateApplied to "true">>
<span class="dropcap">F</span>acing King Luceris was always an unsettling ordeal, and elucidating the circumstances leading to his beloved wife’s demise only heightened the gravity of the situation.
“It was poison that claimed the queen’s life, Your Majesty,” The doctor began, his hands twitched nervously as they rested on top of his cane. “A poison slow to act, stealthily extinguishing the queen’s life over three years.”
//Three years.//
Three years of silent suffering that eluded his perception.
Regret twisted within him, the realization that he had been oblivious to her gradual decline haunting him. He had mistaken her weakening for the burdens of motherhood, unaware of the poison’s grip that slowly consumed her essence.
His hands gripped the throne tightly, anguish gnawing at him. A servant, one of their own, had betrayed her. The thought that it might be one he’d entrusted post their son’s birth soured in his gut—the very individuals meant to assist Farah, yet weaving her fate with malevolence.
“Do you know who poisoned her?”
An inspector signaled a guard, who flung open the grand doors of the throne room.
In chains, a familiar face emerged – a maid from the lower cities. Her eyes met the king’s, and he recognized her as the one Farah had insisted on keeping close, unknowingly harboring a serpent in her bosom.
“She confessed to the poisoning, your Majesty.”
At that Luceris began to see red, how could that wench take advantage of his love’s kindness, Farah had embraced her out of empathy, their shared circumstances kindling a bond.
Farah wasn’t a noble by birth, a fact that initially stirred disapproval toward their union. However, her warmth and grace won over the hearts of the court and the people.
//His sweet Farah…//
His mind briefly escaped into the past, to clandestine meetings in the city, where Farah’s voice had enchanted him by a fountain in the upper city center.
Luceris found himself drawn to her, his secret visits evolving into a profound connection.
Then came the day when she approached him, breaking the barrier between their worlds. Over time, he discovered that her angelic voice was a mere reflection of her character, a character that had become an integral part of his life.
[[Continue|PrologueScene1]]<</fadein>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weight:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Saudade, 1442</div>
<<set $age to "nine">>In a room with large navy walls, you and your twin brother, Alistair, find yourselves engrossed in a world of imagination, perched on chairs that dwarf your small frames around a grand wooden table.
Before you stretches an expansive tabletop, your playground for the day’s adventures.
As you huddle together, a chorus of laughter fills the room, punctuated by the animated movements of dolls that you guide with enthusiasm.
The dolls’ colorful ensembles and posable limbs make them amenable to your whims, each toy a unique character in the tales you spin.
Amidst the animated banter and playful scenarios, the distant murmur of your father’s voice infiltrates the room’s haven.
The sudden intrusion prompts a shared glance between you and your brother. Your eyes meet, and a silent understanding passes between you – you aren’t meant to be in this room, a place reserved for important discussions and grown-up affairs.
With a sense of both curiosity and trepidation, you abandon your chairs, moving closer to the door that leads out into the corridor. Gently, you nudge the door open just enough to allow a narrow view of the hallway beyond.
You hear the distant echo of your father’s voice growing louder, the words taking on a weight you can’t fully comprehend.
“Your Majesty, it’s been four winters since the war started and truthfully we won’t be able to hold out much longer. The people are growing restless, there are people conspiring against the monarchy.” the old man in the armor pleads, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.
The voices in the corridor continue, mingling in a tumultuous symphony of anxiety and determination. With your ears pressed against the door, you and your brother eavesdrop on the conversation, catching fragments of words that don't quite make sense to your young minds.
“We must try to negotiate once more.”
A scoff punctuates the air, followed by an oppressive silence that seems to blanket the hallway, stifling even your own breaths.
“Do you not remember what happened last time we tried?” Your father’s voice is heavy with bitterness, the words striking like shards of ice. “Do you not remember that my boys were sent in bags after we sent them to try to negotiate?”
Your brother instinctively places his hands over your ears, an act of protection that shields you from the harshness of the reality being discussed, albeit a bit too late since you already heard what your father had just said.
Your two older brothers are dead.
In the beginning, your family sought to shield you and your twin from this grim reality, concealing the truth in quiet glances and the hushed exchanges that accompanied evening repasts.
Yet sometimes, the mask slips—during supper, when their voices crack while uttering your late brothers’ names, or the nights when your father sneaks into your room to watch over you, as though fearing the dark might steal you away too.
The council chamber’s heavy oak door is pushed open, your father spots you and your brother taking a few steps back to not get hit with the door.
“Children, go to your chambers,” he says, his tone softening as he attempts to shield you from the tempest within. You exchange a glance with your brother, silently acknowledging the helplessness in your father’s eyes.
You grab your favorite toy before leaving…
<span class="choice-normal">[[A stuffed animal.|P-01][$toy to "animal"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A stuffed doll with pretty clothing.|P-02][$toy to "doll"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A wooden toy knight.|P-03][$toy to "knight"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A wooden toy carriage.|P-04][$toy to "carriage"]]</span>Long ago the world was blessed by the gods, the lands were filled with magic and beasts of such wonder that you can now only imagine.
For unknown reasons the gods abandoned the realm taking everything they had brought with them while the beasts moved to forests and the sea, anywhere that was far from civilization.
During the time when the gods still lived among the people, everyone in the realm was granted magical abilities, some more extraordinary than others.
Depending on which god’s favor one garnered, power over a particular element was bestowed. Most found mastery over the common elements: water, fire, air, and earth.
Yet, a few were entrusted with the manipulation of light, darkness, or even the delicate threads of time.
After the gods vanished, these abilities also disappeared but they sometimes still manifested, mainly in certain families which were then put on a pedestal and crowned.
Your lineage was among the chosen, though with time, even the regal houses witnessed their mystical abilities wane, leaving only eyes bearing an unnatural hue—the signature mark of a deity that abandoned you.
Nonetheless there are still mages in this world, although quite rare, you’ve never met one but you would like to.
Apart from the slight difference of the hue of your eyes, you and Alistair are mirror images of one another.
As you gaze upon Alistair, his hair shimmers...
<<message ' Natural Hair Colors ' btn>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[deep brown|customcont][$haircolor to "deep brown"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[light brown|customcont][$haircolor to "light brown"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[black|customcont][$haircolor to "black"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[sunny blonde|customcont][$haircolor to "sunny blonde"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[dark blonde|customcont][$haircolor to "dark blonde"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[ashy blonde|customcont][$haircolor to "ashy blonde"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[auburn|customcont][$haircolor to "auburn"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[ginger red|customcont][$haircolor to "ginger red"]]</span>
<</message>>
<<message ' Unnatural Hair Colors ' btn>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[deep pink|customcont][$haircolor to "deep pink"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[light pink|customcont][$haircolor to "light pink"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[lilac|customcont][$haircolor to "lilac"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[deep purple|customcont][$haircolor to "deep purple"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[grey|customcont][$haircolor to "grey"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[deep blue|customcont][$haircolor to "deep blue"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[light blue|customcont][$haircolor to "light blue"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[mahogany|customcont][$haircolor to "mahogany"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[burgundy|customcont][$haircolor to "burgundy"]]</span>
<</message>>
<br>You stare at Alistair and his $haircolor hair, his hair is short and yours is...
<span class="choice-normal">[[very short|customcont1][$hairlength to "very short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[short|customcont1][$hairlength to "short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[shoulder-length|customcont1][$hairlength to "shoulder-length"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[waist length|customcont1][$hairlength to "waist length"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[hip length|customcont1][$hairlength to "hip length"]]</span>Your hair is $haircolor and $hairlength, the texture is $hairtext.
What about your skin tone?
<span class="choice-normal">[[ivory|customdone][$skintone to "ivory"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[warm beige|customdone][$skintone to "warm beige"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[cool beige|customdone][$skintone to "cool beige"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[rosy|customdone][$skintone to "rosy"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[tawny|customdone][$skintone to "tawny"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[olive|customdone][$skintone to "olive"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[light brown|customdone][$skintone to "light brown"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[golden brown|customdone][$skintone to "golden brown"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[russet brown|customdone][$skintone to "russet brown"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[dark brown|customdone][$skintone to "dark brown"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[warm black|customdone][$skintone to "warm black"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[cool black|customdone][$skintone to "cool black"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[deep black|customdone][$skintone to "deep black"]]</span>Your hair is $haircolor and $hairlength and its texture is...
<span class="choice-normal">[[straight|customcont2][$hairtext to "straight"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[wavy|customcont2][$hairtext to "wavy"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[curly|customcont2][$hairtext to "curly"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[coily|customcont2][$hairtext to "coily"]]</span>You stare at his face which has the details as yours, as if the two of you were made from the same cloth...
<span class="choice-normal">[[Light freckles across the face.|customdone10][$lfreckles to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A lot of freckles across the face.|customdone10][$hfreckles to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A beauty mark under the eye.|customdone10][$beaumarkeye to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A beauty mark at the corner of the lips.|customdone10][$beaumarklip to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A couple of beauty marks on the face.|customdone10][$beaumarkface to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Some freckles and beauty marks on the face.|customdone10][$frecklesnbeau to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[There isn’t even a single dot on your face.|customdone10]]</span><span style="font-size: medium">cœur</span>“You’ll never be taller than me, $name. We might look the same but I know my bones are better than yours! I consume milk in quantities you can only imagine.”
“Ah, but the gods seem to favor me more. See the fiery red in my eyes?” You retort proudly, to which he rolls his eyes as he recalls the stories of the past.
“The difference is barely noticeable unless you really stare at our eyes anyway!” He points out but it’s drowned out by your loud humming.
“Believe as you wish! You’ll see, next year I will be taller than you and my eyes will be far brighter.”
[[Continue|draghist]]<div style="font-size: xx-large;font-weight:500;color: #a52a2a;letter-spacing:6px">Profile</div>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size: large">Name:</span> $name De Vesphire
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">Age:</span> You are $age years old.
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">Pronouns:</span> $They/$Them
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">Appearance:</span> With $hairlength $hairtext $haircolor hair, $skintone skin, and the most striking crimson eyes Vesphire has seen in generations, you are quite the breathtaking sight.<<if $personalityVES is "true">>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">Personality</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $assertive gte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Assertive :</span> You are assertive in expressing your opinions and standing up for yourself.<<elseif $assertive lt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Passive :</span> You prefer to observe rather than assert yourself.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cautious gte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Cautious :</span> You are careful and consider all options before making a decision.<<elseif $cautious lt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Adventurous :</span> You are willing to take risks for the sake of excitement and discovery.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $charm gte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Charming :</span> You have a knack for captivating those around you with your charm.<<elseif $charm lt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Blunt :</span> Your bluntness can be off-putting to others but does it really matter?<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $disciplined gte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Composed :</span> You maintain a calm and collected demeanor, keeping your emotions in check.<<elseif $disciplined lt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Expressive :</span> You wear your heart on your sleeve, openly sharing your emotions.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $manipulative gt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Manipulative :</span> You have a way of convincing others to bend to your will, even against their better judgment.<<elseif $manipulative lte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Honest :</span> You are true to yourself and others.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $kind gte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Kind :</span> Your heart is a wellspring of kindness.<<elseif $kind lt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Unkind :</span> You decided to not make the world a better place.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $reserved gt 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Reserved :</span> You tend to keep to yourself.<<elseif $reserved lte 50>><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Outgoing :</span> You like to be with people.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-11")>><<if $ch3revenge is "true">><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Vengeful :</span> You still crave revenge, even after all these years.<<elseif $ch3revenge is "false">><span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Peaceful :</span> You no longer want to seek revenge.<</if>><<else>>There is a burning flame inside you that wishes for revenge.<</if>>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">Combat Skills</span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Strength : <<if $updateApplied is "true">><<print + $strength >><</if>>
<progress @value="$strength" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;padding-left: 2em;font-size:medium">Blades : <<print + $blades >><progress @value="$blades" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;padding-left: 2em;font-size:medium">Bows : <<print + $bows >>
<progress @value="$bows" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;padding-left: 2em;font-size:medium">Brawl : <<print + $brawl >><progress @value="$brawl" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">Knowledge Skills</span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Knowledge : <<if $updateApplied is "true">><<print + $knowledge >><</if>>
<progress @value="$knowledge" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;padding-left: 2em;font-size:medium">Arcana : <<print + $arcana >><progress @value="$arcana" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;padding-left: 2em;font-size:medium">History : <<print + $history >><progress @value="$history" max="100"></progress></span><</if>>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>“Your Majesty?” called out the inspector, interrupting the bittersweet reverie.
His fleeting smile was replaced by a stern countenance and he refocused on the pressing matter at hand.
//I will make them pay. They will all pay.//
“And why did you do it?” Luceris’ voice was the calm before a tempest, a tranquil sea before the cataclysm.
“I didn’t want to do it!” The maid’s voice wavered, choked by remorse, tears marring her face. “I cherished—cherished my queen, just like everyone else! I was coerced, forgive me, I beseech you... Forgive—”
A single look from the King silenced her.
He rose from his throne, advancing toward her with an air of impending retribution.
She averted her gaze, sobbing at his feet.
“Love, you say.” Luceris’ laughter dripped with scorn, his gaze piercing.
How distorted her perception of love must be.
“I wonder what your definition of love is, dear… Perhaps my love should extend to your family, for should you fail to provide a name before midnight, I shall grant their souls to death before their time.”
A mere gesture and the guards led the maid away. Her entreaties fell upon deaf ears, until, just before her exit, her words stabbed him.
“It was Princess Catalina!”
//I should have known.//
[[Continue|PrologueScene2]]You don’t know how long you two lay there, the grass tickling your face and the sun sneaking peeks at you through the gaps of the leaves above. The blue sky is slightly clouded now, the grim atmosphere from before coming back to you.
It’s surreal, isn’t it?
You remember vividly the last time you saw your brothers. Hope in their eyes with a hint of panic they tried to suppress.
You shake your head and stop thinking, it’s getting harder and harder to ignore what is obviously wrong as each day passes.
You don’t need to try to distract yourself because a voice calls out to you. “It’s going to start raining, you two!”
Lazily you turn your head towards the voice and see that it’s Clarence, your older brother.
For a moment you’re surprised then you quickly leave Alistair’s side to join Clarence.
You haven’t seen him much since that day three years ago, the only time you saw him were on the rare nights when he joined the family, or what’s left of it, for dinner.
There is a way people look when they are well, truly well, and then there is the look and appearance of someone masking their struggles, Clarence’s face wasn’t the former.
The dark circles under his eyes are evidence enough of how much he has been struggling these last few days. His eyes have lost what little brightness it had, now they just look lifeless.
“Brother!” You exclaim as your hands take a hold of his, “Alistair and I were just enjoying the sun. Too bad it’s gone now!”
You look back at Alistair who languidly sits up, rubbing his eyes, and lets out an annoyed groan at being abruptly awoken just when he was about to fall asleep.
Clarence sighs as he gently pats your head with a small smile, “Yes, yes, go inside now. You and Alistair are such handfuls.”
Alistair frowns, “What? Don’t bring me into this, that’s all…”
<div style="font-weight:600;font-size:large">How does Alistair refer to you?</div>
<div style="font-weight:500;font-style:italic">Enter your answers in lowercase or pick a preset.</div><<nobr>><<if $pronounset>><span style="text-transform: capitalize;">$they, $them, $theirs</span>
<</link>><</if>><</nobr>>
<span id="autofill">
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" "they">><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" "them">><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" "their">><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" "theirs">><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false>>
<<option "Yes" true selected>><</listbox>>
</span>
''Presets:'' <<link "they/them">>
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<<replace #autofill>>
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Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false>>
<<option "Yes" true selected>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>> • <<link "he/him">>
<<set $they = "he">> <<set $them = "him">> <<set $their = "his">> <<set $theirs = "his">> <<set $They = "He">> <<set $Them = "Him">> <<set $Their = "His">> <<set $Theirs = "His">> <<set $plur = false>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false selected>>
<<option "Yes" true>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>> • <<link "she/her">>
<<set $they = "she">> <<set $them = "her">> <<set $their = "her">> <<set $theirs = "hers">> <<set $They = "She">> <<set $Them = "Her">> <<set $Their = "Hers">> <<set $Theirs = "Hers">> <<set $plur = false>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false selected>>
<<option "Yes" true>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>>
!!![[Next|CH1SCENE3]]
<<set $pronounset = true>><<set $they to $they.toLowerCase(), $They to $they.toUpperFirst()>><<set $their to $their.toLowerCase(), $Their to $their.toUpperFirst()>><<set $them to $them.toLowerCase(), $Them to $them.toUpperFirst()>><<set $theirs to $theirs.toLowerCase(), $Theirs to $theirs.toUpperFirst()>><<set $profile to "true">><<notify 3s>>Profile Unlocked<</notify>>“What? Don’t bring me into this, it’s all $their fault. $They <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> the one who wanted to come here!” Alistair loudly objects, pushing his lips into a pout with furrowed brows as he looks up to Clarence which just makes Clarence’s smile widen.
“Is that so? What do you have to say for yourself, $name?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Act innocent, “It wasn’t all my fault!”|actinno][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Innocently and genuinely say, “It wasn’t my fault!”|inno][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m sorry, brother.” You say with a sheepish smile.|apologize][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile playfully, “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun!”|playful][$cautious to Math.clamp($cautious - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Blame it on Alistair, “Huh? You also wanted to come here! So it’s all your fault!”|blameali][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Your cheeks heat up and you lower your gaze to your feet with a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry, brother.” You can feel his gaze on you but you don’t look back at him.
He lowers himself to your level, gently tugging you to look at him, “It’s alright, you just wanted to have fun, $name.” He gives you an encouraging smile, “Let’s go inside now, before the rain truly starts.”
Clarence looks up at the sky then he leads you two back to one of the stone paths that lead towards the Great Hall.
During the summer, the slowly setting sun came with a sky of fire, the orange would stretch far and wide but today the sky is gray and the shadows of trees dance on the ground as the wind picks up.
Kataris, the last month of summer, had ended a week or two ago but it’s now that you realize it is truly gone and autumn has no problem announcing itself with its wind and slowly decaying leaves.
[[Continue|Clarenceroom1]]You give Alistair a sly grin as you remind him, “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun!”
Despite his grumbling, he eventually breaks into a smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, okay, maybe I did have a little bit of fun,” he admits. “But I’m just the one who went along with whatever you decided on!”
Clarence shakes his head at the scene in front of him, “Alright, let’s go inside before the rain truly starts.”
Clarence leads you two back to one of the stone paths that lead towards the Great Hall. During the summer, the slowly setting sun came with a sky of fire. The orange would stretch far and wide but today the sky is gray and the shadows of trees dance on the ground as the wind picks up.
Kataris, the last month of summer, had ended a week or two ago but it’s now that you realize it is truly gone and autumn has no problem announcing itself with its wind and slowly decaying leaves.
[[Continue|Clarenceroom1]]You loudly exclaim, “Huh? You’re the one who let me choose! So it’s your fault!”
Alistair gapes at you and right when he’s about to protest Clarence shuts down the brewing argument. “Enough, you’re both to blame. Stop pointing fingers at each other.”
You and Alistair groan but stay quiet.
Clarence looks up at the sky then he leads you two back to one of the stone paths that lead towards the Great Hall.
During the summer, the slowly setting sun came with a sky of fire, the orange would stretch far and wide but today the sky is gray and the shadows of trees dance on the ground as the wind picks up.
Kataris, the last month of summer, had ended a week or two ago but it’s now that you realize it is truly gone and autumn has no problem announcing itself with its wind and slowly decaying leaves.
[[Continue|Clarenceroom1]]As your eyes widen, you quickly protest, “It wasn’t my fault!”
Despite your defense, Clarence simply sighs and affectionately messes up your hair. “How are you so loveable?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Clarence looks up at the sky then he leads you two back to one of the stone paths that lead towards the Great Hall.
During the summer, the slowly setting sun came with a sky of fire, the orange would stretch far and wide but today the sky is gray and the shadows of trees dance on the ground as the wind picks up.
Kataris, the last month of summer, had ended a week or two ago but it’s now that you realize it is truly gone and autumn has no problem announcing itself with its wind and slowly decaying leaves.
[[Continue|Clarenceroom1]]Upon hearing the accusation, you widen your eyes and push your lips into a pout, protesting, “It wasn’t my fault!”
Despite your efforts to defend yourself, Clarence sighs and his smile softens slightly. “You really know how to win people over, huh?” he remarks, his tone suggesting a mix of amusement and resignation.
Clarence looks up at the sky then he leads you two back to one of the stone paths that lead towards the Great Hall.
During the summer, the slowly setting sun came with a sky of fire, the orange would stretch far and wide but today the sky is gray and the shadows of trees dance on the ground as the wind picks up.
Kataris, the last month of summer, had ended a week or two ago but it’s now that you realize it is truly gone and autumn has no problem announcing itself with its wind and slowly decaying leaves.
[[Continue|Clarenceroom1]]<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>Vesphire is home to the coldest place in the continent so the summers are always mild but the winters are harsh, snow covers everything during winter.
Nuria, the goddess of fire, had blessed the region which meant most of the citizens of the old world had naturally warm bodies and fire as their magical affinity.
As you walk, more people come into view, mainly servants in their white and red uniform running around making sure every window and door is closed before the rain starts.
At last the stones turn into wood. Just as you expect to part ways, each heading to your respective chambers before dinner, Clarence glances back at both of you.
There is a subtle expression on his face, a silent invitation that beckons you to follow.
Without a word, he continues down a corridor adorned with tapestries depicting the kingdom’s history.
As you trace his steps, the atmosphere changes from the busy hum of servants to the hushed elegance of the royal wing. Portraits of ancestors in elaborate frames line the walls, watching over the passage of time with their red eyes.
Once all of you arrive at his room, he locks the door behind him.
Your eyes fall on your surroundings, the mahogany walls and the lit fireplace along with the walls filled with huge amounts of books make the room feel cozy.
The books aren’t neatly kept in the shelves, instead they are scattered everywhere in the room, some open while others closed. The clutter on the floor makes the room feel smaller, papers crowd the ground barely leaving room to walk.
You move forward, stepping on papers and anything else in your path, you move closer to the desk that is on your right side, which is undoubtedly the most cluttered surface in there.
//A study in Magic//
//Before the Sun and the Moon//
//The last messages of the Gods//
Your thoughts scatter, “Brother, what is all this? Your room’s a mess, how haven’t you heard an earful from mother yet?” You question, opening one of the heavy books from the desk and flipping through it but not really looking at the pages.
His response is casual yet focused, “I’ve been researching.” With a swift motion of his foot, he clears a makeshift path through the paper-covered floor, guiding Alistair towards where you stand.
You put down the book where it was and move slightly to make room for the two, Clarence grabs the one you had put down: //The last messages of the Gods.//
[[Continue|passage()][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]
<<case 2>>“About gods?” Alistair questions, his eyebrows furrowed in genuine curiosity. “Why would you spend your free time on that? It sounds so boring.”
The deep sigh that escapes Clarence’s lips at the comment brings a burst of laughter from you. At fourteen years old, Clarence already possesses a wisdom that surpasses his age, but it seems his interests sometimes align more with an elderly scholar than a teenage prince.
“No, Alistair, definitely not about gods. I do wonder what the title of this is.” Clarence says, his voice brimming with sarcasm as he moves the book in front of Alistair’s face.
“Alright, forgive me for asking, brother.” Alistair crosses his little arms, feigning offense, and mumbles while looking away from Clarence.
Unable to resist a chance to tease, Clarence grins widely and messes up Alistair’s unruly hair. “You’re forgiven, Alistair. But I might have to let Sir Patrick know, your future teacher, that you might need a bit of improvement in observation skills next year.”
Alistair grumbles something under his breath which just makes Clarence chuckle before he opens up the book to a certain page and puts it down on his desk.
“Now, I know this book is far above your level of understanding but I will try my best to explain why I’ve brought you two here.”
You take a look at the page and truly it does seem quite complicated, long words and quotes that seem like riddles make up most of the page, it makes you wonder what your older brother could gain from it.
“As we’re all well aware,” Clarence continues, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken truths, “Our kingdom is in a precarious state, despite mother and father’s attempts to shield us from the grim reality.” He murmurs the last part, the gravity of the situation hanging in the air.
The silence is palpable but short-lived.
“After years of idleness, waiting for King Luceris to see reason, I have come to realize that if we don’t take action, he will persist in his misguided ways,” he declares, eyes shifting between you and Alistair.
“Brother, what could we possibly do?” Alistair asks, motioning at you three. He is right, you suppose, you and Alistair are only nine years old and Clarence even with his knowledge can’t stop an army from marching on your land.
“I know, I know.” he pauses for a moment, grabs two boxes and hands them to you and Alistair, “Yet I truly think what I found might be able to make a difference.”
[[Continue|passage()][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]
<<case 3>>The box isn’t big nor is it intricately designed and it isn’t even heavy.
“A box.” You state.
Alistair opens the box and comments, “No, it’s a necklace and that will apparently save us, $name.”
“Do you two hate me, is that what it is?”
“Of course not, brother. I’m just wondering why you’d give us these necklaces now.”
You take the necklace out of the box, it is a simple gold chain with a ruby red crystal in the middle.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s so small I love it.”|P-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s so small, I like bigger gems in my jewelry.”|P-3b]]</span>
<</switch>>There are many libraries in the kingdom but the one in the Main Palace is just for the royal family with a lot more books and a lot of variety.<<set $knowledge to Math.clamp ($knowledge + 5, 0, 100)>>
Today you decide to read...
<span class="choice-normal">[[Read: The last messages of the Gods.|bookaboutgods1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Read about King Luceris.|bookaboutkings1]]</span>Since it’s raining outside you go to one of the indoor training grounds, you grab one of the wooden swords that has been left on the ground.
You grip it tightly and swing it around with your small hands with as much strength as you could muster at your age.
The sword makes a satisfying noise when you swing it fast in the air and that single sound fills something in you.
“What are you doing here, $name?” Sir Patrick questions, startling you. “I didn’t know you were interested in combat.”
A small smile appears on his lips as he picks up a wooden sword as well, “Want to train?”<<set $blades to Math.clamp ($blades + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp ($strength + 5, 0, 100)>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Reply, “Yes, sir.”|train1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ask, “Aren’t you just an arcana teacher?”|train2]]</span>You pick up the book that you saw in Clarence’s room and sit down on the window nook and get comfortable in the small space as you watch the raindrops slide on the window. According to the book, the gods had said many things that now seem like pieces of a bigger puzzle.
Apparently Akash, the God that personified the element of Air, had told his followers that someday humans wouldn’t need gods at all and when that day came he would fade into the wind.
But if the day came where they’d truly deeply need help he would be by their side. Not long after that, he disappeared forever.<<set $history to Math.clamp($history + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $arcana to Math.clamp ($arcana + 5, 0, 100)>>
[[Continue|momordad]]You pick up a book about the current royal families in the continent of Kosma. You skip the parts that include your family, you live under the same roof. What more could you want to know?
You also skip the parts that include the royals of Norazaan and the ones of Elyirse.
You have met King Faang, the ruler of Norazaan, on many occasions, seeing that they’re your allies and the fact they’re helping the kingdom in this war against King Luceris.
You try to recall the name of King Faang’s child, he has a daughter that’s one year older than you and last you’ve heard he has welcomed a son this spring.
You start reading the part about King Luceris.
He assumed the throne at age twenty when his father passed away, as you read you realize he is truly impressive but to you he does not seem like a good person, a good person wouldn’t cause such pain to your family.
The book mentions he was betrothed to your older sister, Catalina, but when his father passed away he broke off the arrangement as he had met the late Queen Consort Farah and fell in love with her.<<set $history to Math.clamp($history + 5, 0, 100)>>
[[Continue|momordad]]You return to your room, it is late in the evening now.
You have some time before dinner is served so you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go talk to your mother.|mother]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go talk to your father.|father]]</span>He smiles at you, content with your answer. “Alright, go easy on me.” He says as if he truly sees you as a worthy opponent which makes you laugh slightly, why would he be afraid of a child?
Your swords clash against each other numerous times that evening but in the end there’s no clear winner.
[[Continue|momordad]]Sir Patrick scoffs out a laugh, “Yes I am, my first advice for you is to never underestimate your opponent.” He swings his sword towards you and you manage to block it at the last moment.
He smiles content with your move, “But do go easy on me, I fear my profession has made my combat skills a little rusty.” He says as if he truly sees you as a worthy opponent which makes you laugh slightly, why would he be afraid of a child?
Your swords clash against each other numerous times that evening but in the end there’s no clear winner.
[[Continue|momordad]]The hallway leading to your parents’ chamber is always quiet, the candles on the chandeliers cast down a shadow from the ceiling that look like prisms of crystals that brought warmth to the cold rainy evening.
As you walk through the hallways, you come across your older sister’s room, Catalina’s room.
Memories of her linger like whispers in the air, and though your family seldom speaks of her, curiosity tugs at your youthful heart.
Glancing both ways to ensure the coast is clear, you tentatively turn the doorknob and step into the room. It’s a place frozen in time, each object carrying a story that’s left untold. Faded sunlight filters through dusty curtains, casting a subdued glow on forgotten trinkets.
Your eyes fall upon the broken vanity mirror, shattered into reflective fragments that seem to hold secrets of their own. It sends a shiver down your spine as you catch your own fractured reflection in the shards.
As you tentatively explore, the room whispers of a life interrupted – a half-finished embroidery project abandoned on a dusty chair, a collection of dried flowers pressed between the pages of a forgotten journal, stacks of letters on the ground.
Suddenly, a distant rumble of thunder echoes through the palace, causing you to jump. The unexpected sound breaks the spell, and a chill races down your spine. You glance around the room, feeling an inexplicable urgency to leave.<<set $mother to "true">>
[[Continue|mother2]]The hallway leading to your parents’ chamber is always quiet, the candles on the chandeliers cast down a shadow from the ceiling that look like prisms of crystals that brought warmth to the cold rainy evening.
As you walk through the hallways, you come across your older sister’s room, Catalina’s room.
Memories of her linger like whispers in the air, and though your family seldom speaks of her, curiosity tugs at your youthful heart.
Glancing both ways to ensure the coast is clear, you tentatively turn the doorknob and step into the room. It’s a place frozen in time, each object carrying a story that’s left untold. Faded sunlight filters through dusty curtains, casting a subdued glow on forgotten trinkets.
Your eyes fall upon the broken vanity mirror, shattered into reflective fragments that seem to hold secrets of their own. It sends a shiver down your spine as you catch your own fractured reflection in the shards.
As you tentatively explore, the room whispers of a life interrupted – a half-finished embroidery project abandoned on a dusty chair, a collection of dried flowers pressed between the pages of a forgotten journal, stacks of letters on the ground.
Suddenly, a distant rumble of thunder echoes through the palace, causing you to jump. The unexpected sound breaks the spell, and a chill races down your spine. You glance around the room, feeling an inexplicable urgency to leave.<<set $father to "true">>
[[Continue|father2]]“That’s right, you’re growing so fast.” Her voice is almost mournful, her hands caress your face. “You will grow into a beautiful $person.”
Her eyes fall down to the necklace around your neck, “Oh, what’s this, little one? It’s so pretty.” She compliments the necklace, her hand picking it up gently.
“Brother Clarence gave it to me!” you exclaim.
Her smile falters a bit, “How is he?” She tentatively asks. It was no secret how much of a hermit Clarence became after your two older brothers passed away.
“Good,” you start, “he said this necklace is important and that he would talk to the council about it!”
Your mother stares at you with doubt in her eyes, “Truly?” At this you nod and she tilts her head thoughtfully. “He has always been quite bright, honestly I don’t understand half of what he knows but I suppose it’s a good thing. The kingdom will be in good hands in the future.”
But will there be a kingdom in the future? You debate on asking this, not wanting the conversation to turn intense.
So instead you ask, “Will King Luceris leave us alone?”
Even with the delicate tone of your voice your mother tenses and it makes you miss the warmth of her hand on your back.
“It would be nice, right?” She begins wistfully, “Your father is trying his best to keep our kingdom safe. He plans on talking to Luceris in a week, just needs time to prepare.” she explains to you but it seems to hurt her to even explain.
She touches your head gently, “You are so knowledgeable for your age.”
Although the words are of praise, her voice is shaky, as if she wishes you didn’t know so much.
[[Continue|dinner]]“That’s right, you’re growing so fast.” His voice is almost mournful, his hands caress your face. “You will grow into a beautiful $person.”
His eyes fall down to the necklace around your neck, “Oh, what’s this, little one? It’s quite beautiful.” He compliments the necklace, his hand picking it up gently.
“Brother Clarence gave it to me!” you exclaim.
His smile falters a bit, “How is he?” He tentatively asks. It was no secret how much of a hermit Clarence became after your two older brothers passed away.
“Good,” You start, “he said this necklace is important and that he would talk to the council about it!”
Your father stares at you with doubt in his eyes, “Truly?” At this you nod and he tilts his head thoughtfully. “He has always been quite bright, honestly I don’t understand half of what he knows but I suppose it’s a good thing to have children that are better than you. The kingdom will be in good hands in the future.”
But will there be a kingdom in the future? You debate on asking this, not wanting the conversation to turn intense.
So instead you ask, “Will King Luceris leave us alone?”
Even with the delicate tone of your voice your father tenses and it makes you miss the warmth of his hand on your back.
“I hope so,” He begins wistfully, “I am trying my best to keep our kingdom secure. I plan on talking to Luceris in a week, I just need time to prepare.” he explains to you but it seems to hurt him to even explain.
He touches your head gently, “You are so knowledgeable for your age.”
Although the words are of praise, his voice is shaky, as if he wishes you didn’t know so much.
[[Continue|dinner]]“Well, the crystal used is the Crystal of Eleanor.” Clarence admits and your father’s eyes shoot up in surprise.
“Please tell me not the one we have in storage.” he spluttered, his face contorted in disbelief.
“Well… We don’t have it in storage anymore so I suppose no?”
Your father tries to push out words from his mouth but can’t seem to find the words he wants to say.
“I’m sure there’s a good reason you used it for those necklaces.” Mother interjects, her gaze soft but unwavering. She reaches for your father’s hand, a silent plea for him to listen to their son.
“I think,” Clarence starts, “I think they might be one of the keys to get the favor of the gods back.”
Dinner ends shortly after that.
Your father and older brother walk out together, probably to speak about your brother’s claims. It makes you wonder what life would be like if the gods returned.
[[Continue|bedroom]]You and Alistair arrive at your room, its colors are the same as every other bedroom in the palace except this one has two beds and boxes full of toys. You and Alistair sit down on the carpet and start playing once more.
“I hope these necklaces do work, I’d like to have powers. If getting the favor of gods means powers,” he mutters the last part with a confused look then puts his hands together and opens them as if he’s blasting something through them.
You giggle and pretend you’re blasting at him as well, “If we do, I think I’ll be able to defeat you in less than one minute, Alistair.” you state with a mischievous grin on your face.
He raises his eyebrow, “Would you really like an offensive power?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Say, “Of course!”|yespower]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"> [[Think for a moment, “Maybe healing would be better.”|heal]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Shrug, “I don’t know, I’m okay with anything.”|whatever]]</span>“Of course!” You proclaim, “That way I can protect you, brother.”
Alistair smiles at you, his eyes crinkling up. “And I will protect you.”
“Promise?” Without hesitation, you put your pinky out for him to hold with his own, a gesture you both know well. This is how you make promises that can never be broken.
“Promise.” Without hesitating he links your pinky with his.
You nod, satisfied. It is a pact now. A sacred bond between siblings that cannot be broken.
“Why do I need to promise anyway, isn’t it obvious? Mother would be unhappy if we didn’t help each other when we could.”
You two play around for a bit more, imagining a future where you two have powers strong enough to protect each other and defeat people who want to hurt your family together.
Sleep comes easily after the day you had, you two don't even wait for your parents to tuck you in or tell you a bedtime story.
As your eyes start to droop, you say goodnight to each other and fall asleep, safe in the knowledge that you have each other’s back.
[[Continue|wakeup]]“Well, I guess healing would be nicer. Imagine all the people I could help!” You appeal, “I wouldn’t like to hurt people with my powers.”
Alistair smiles at you, his eyes crinkling up, “I’ll protect you from bad guys, in return you have to heal me always!”
“Promise?” Without hesitation, you put your pinky out for him to hold with his own, a gesture you both know well. This is how you make promises that can never be broken.
“Promise.” Without hesitating he links your pinky with his.
You nod, satisfied. It is a pact now. A sacred bond between siblings that cannot be broken.
“Why do I need to promise anyway, isn’t it obvious? Mother would be unhappy if we didn’t help each other when we could.”
You two play around for a bit more, imagining a future where you two have powers strong enough to protect each other and defeat people who want to hurt your family together.
Sleep comes easily after the day you had, you two don't even wait for your parents to tuck you in or tell you a bedtime story.
As your eyes start to droop, you say goodnight to each other and fall asleep, safe in the knowledge that you have each other’s back.
[[Continue|wakeup]]“I don’t know, I think I’d like any power.” You explain, “Maybe I’ll get something that lets me help people but also fight bad people!”
Alistair smiles at you, his eyes crinkling up, “Whatever you get you have to always protect me the way I will protect you!”
“Promise?” Without hesitation, you put your pinky out for him to hold with his own, a gesture you both know well. This is how you make promises that can never be broken.
“Promise.” Without hesitating he links your pinky with his.
You nod, satisfied. It is a pact now. A sacred bond between siblings that cannot be broken.
“Why do I need to promise anyway, isn’t it obvious? Mother would be unhappy if we didn’t protect each other when we could.”
You two play around for a bit more, imagining a future where you two have powers strong enough to protect each other and defeat people who want to hurt your family together.
Sleep comes easily after the day you had, you two don't even wait for your parents to tuck you in or tell you a bedtime story.
As your eyes start to droop, you say goodnight to each other and fall asleep, safe in the knowledge that you have each other’s back.
[[Continue|wakeup]]The next time you wake up you can hear a distant shouting while you’re being violently shaken. You open your eyes to see Alistair beside you, looking around the room you see smoke coming through from under the door.
“What’s happening?” you question groggily but Alistair doesn’t answer instead he grabs your hand and opens the door to the outside.
Immediately the smoke is surrounding you both, you can’t open your eyes and the smoke you inhale makes it difficult to breathe as you can’t help but cough.
You put your arm over your mouth and nose and see Alistair mimic you but he’s still holding your hand tight, afraid to let go.
“Wait!” You say, quickly grabbing your favorite toy to go with you.
Alistair nods at you and the two of you start walking through the cloud of smoke, there’s heat all around you and the possibility of stepping straight into flames is high but what else can you do?
“What do we do?” Your voice is muffled and he doesn’t hear you so you shout once more.
“Let’s go find mother and father.” he answers you. The distance isn’t too big, your bedroom and your parents bedroom are on the same floor but on polar ends.
The curtains are on flames and there’s broken vases and picture frames on the ground along with splatters of dark red, the hallway is the brightest you’ve ever seen it be.
The flames color the cream walls orange and then proceed to burn them black.
You pass by your older brother’s room and are about to stop but you see that the door is wide open yet there’s no sign of him.
“Ouch!” You squeal in pain as your bare foot steps onto the remains of what used to be a beautiful vase, the glass cuts into your foot and a part of you thinks maybe that’s why the floor is covered in splatters of red.
“You can still walk, can’t you?” Alistair worriedly asks, stopping for a moment as he stares at your foot.
“Yes, of course. This isn’t a big deal.” You assure him with a small smile even though you can feel the tears forming in your eyes.
Hesitantly, you two begin to walk again, barefoot on the ground that’s barely welcoming. Halfway through, Alistair stumbles on something and falls on top of it. He grabs what made him fall to stand up once again but it feels weird to the touch.
Once he’s standing up again he hears something from beneath.
[[Continue|wakeup1]]He removes himself from the hug and with the strength he has left he makes you turn around towards the direction of your parent’s room.
“Go.” The finality in his voice doesn’t leave any room for arguing and you’re afraid of turning around, scared of what you might see.
You try to stop crying.
Why are you crying?
You don’t understand yet.
You turn around, to see his face again.
Your brother’s smile always makes you happier but this time... You can’t put into words how you feel.
You place your beloved toy in his hands, “Meet me outside, alright? I want $toy back.” You tell him before you turn around once more and take a step forward but taking that step instead of turning around means you don’t see the way his smile falls from his face.
You don’t see the tears that are now dripping down his face nor the hand that hovers over his wound but doesn’t touch in fear of invoking more pain.
You keep taking steps and at some point you don’t see him fall down nor do you get to hear the apology that’s on the tip of his tongue.
You keep on walking and when you turn around you don’t see him anymore, you want to run back to him and force him to accept that you’ll go back with him to find Clarence but you told him you’d go find your parents so it doesn’t matter how much it hurts your heart.
When you finally reach your parents room you see that its state is worse than the hallway. Everything is destroyed. Suddenly, you hear a voice that you don’t recognize and you hurry to find a place to hide in.
“You’ve done it now, are you satisfied?” A deep voice chastised, a second later you hear another unrecognizable voice respond back.
The other person laughs, “A bit, after all I do have another kingdom in my hands.”
“Luceris!”
[[Continue|creepluceris]]Your heart drops when you hear the name, you shouldn’t be shocked that he is the reason for this destruction all around you. A sob builds up within you but you quickly put your hand over your mouth and try to stay quiet.
“We are done here. Send people to clean this place up, we can’t leave my new palace in this state.”
From what you understood, the voice speaking now is Luceris.
“Also clean up the bodies and give them a proper burial, what would the citizens say if I left the bodies of their late King and Queen to just rot here?”
A chuckle escapes his mouth as a sob escapes yours a bit too loudly.
Silence overtakes the room, your eyes widen in fear that he heard you and that you’re next. You wonder if Clarence and Alistair made it out and if they did how will they react when they realize you aren’t there with them.
“Hello there, little $child.”
You look over at the man now standing beside you, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you. His clothes are stained red, you notice, his long white hair is also stained with blood.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Keep quiet.|quiet]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tell him you hate him.|hatred][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick up a sword from the ground.|brave][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You stand still and don’t utter a single sound, hoping maybe that’ll make him fade away like some imaginary monster. Instead he keeps on staring at you, raising his eyebrow at your demeanor.
“Who are you, $child?” He interrogates you, moving closer to you then dropping down on one knee. “Your eyes…”
At that you lower your head and grip the sides of your clothes as if that will keep you safe.
“One of the twins, right? Since you’re the only one I see here I suppose you’re the only one left.” Luceris taps his chin as if thinking about something. “What should I do with you?” His cruel blue eyes glint in the light of the flames, he makes no move to hide how much he’s enjoying this.
Someone steps in front of you, a body covered in armor stands in front of you blocking you from the king. “$They <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> a child, Luceris.” He beseeches the person he used to know, the one he hopes is still in there.
“So?” His vicious tone rings out and you’re certain this is the last day on earth for you.
[[Continue|LANCELOTBABE]]“I hate you.” You cry out, letting out the pain inside your little heart. The tears run freely and you can barely breathe through them.
His hand reaches out to you but you recoil from his touch, his hand stops mid air before going back to his side.
“Fair enough.” Your words don’t seem to hold any meaning to him, the pain he has caused you means nothing to him.
“If you’re going to hurt me then do it. Hurt me like you hurt my family.” You manage to say it without any emotion in your voice, despite the fact you’re unsure what would even happen to you. Your red eyes glare at him and he stares back at you before letting out a mocking laugh.
“One of the twins, right? Since you’re the only one I see here I suppose you’re the only one left.” Luceris taps his chin as if thinking about something. “What should I do with you?” His cruel blue eyes glint in the light of the flames, he makes no move to hide how much he’s enjoying this.
Someone steps in front of you, a body covered in armor stands in front of you blocking you from the king. “$They <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> a child, Luceris.” He beseeches the person he used to know, the one he hopes is still in there.
“So?” His vicious tone rings out and you’re certain this is the last day on earth for you.
[[Continue|LANCELOTBABE]]Your eyes scan your surroundings before landing on a soldier that’s laying on the ground, but that doesn’t make you flinch. Instead you run and grab that sword.
You grab the hilt with all your strength and when you turn towards Luceris the sword is pointing right at him.
“How brave.” He commends you with a smile that makes it clear he doesn’t see you as anything more than an animal who has lost $their parents and is now trying to look scary to a man who towers over $them.
“You hurt my family.” You spit out with as much hatred as you can muster but it doesn’t seem to affect him one bit.
“One of the twins, right? Since you’re the only one I see here I suppose you’re the only one left.” Luceris taps his chin as if thinking about something. “What should I do with you?” His cruel blue eyes glint in the light of the flames, he makes no move to hide how much he’s enjoying this.
Someone steps in front of you, a body covered in armor stands in front of you blocking you from the king. “$They <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> a child, Luceris.” He beseeches the person he used to know, the one he hopes is still in there.
“So?” His vicious tone rings out and you’re certain this is the last day on earth for you.
[[Continue|LANCELOTBABE]]“$They <<if $plur is true>>are<<else>>is<</if>> younger than Helios, Luceris.” The man says in a gentler tone now, you can hear the king sigh and mutter something about how his Royal Shield is making him feel like a bad person.
“Fine.” This comes out of Luceris’ mouth and you can hardly believe it. “Bring $them along, I’m sure we can find some use out of $them.”
Luceris walks away from you two with heavy footsteps and his bloodied sword in hand. You’re left alone with the armored man you now know is the king’s shield. He bends down to your eye level, his eyes are kind, dark blue flecked with green. “I’m Sir Lancelot.”
You stare at him for a moment before introducing yourself. “I’m $name.”
He nods and you realize you didn’t have to tell him since he probably already knew who you were. “$name, I apologize about what has transpired.” He gulps before continuing, “You will have to come with us now, there’s… There is nothing left for you here.”
You let that bit of knowledge creep into you and you’re not sure if it’s going to sink in any time soon.
You want to argue that no there are still the bones of this building left for you to reside in, that there are still portraits hung on the walls that haven’t burnt into crisp yet and that your brothers are still alive.
Yet nothing comes out of your mouth, tears are forming once more but you can’t let the enemy see you like this once again, you will never show pain in front of them again.
You push him lightly just enough to make space for you to walk into your parents room. Your mother lies motionless on the floor while your father lays further away.
Your mother has red liquid smeared across her neck, and a few lifeless soldiers in the background who resemble the one you encountered earlier.
As you turn towards your father, you feel your heart sink in your chest. With trembling hands, you reach out to grasp his hand, hoping to feel some sign of life, but instead, you are met with an icy coldness that chills you to your core.
His usually warm hand is now dreadfully cold. Dying seems to be a cold thing.
“When will they stop being dead?” you ask him, “Is it like an illness? Will I never see them again, the way I can’t see my brothers?”
Lancelot is quiet for a moment, you can’t see his face since he stands behind you. “You won’t see them again.”
You sit there in silence. You place a light kiss on your father’s hand then do the same with your mother’s hand, you sit beside them for what feels like forever but a hand clasps your shoulder as a reminder that you now have to leave everything you knew.
[[Continue|memory]]“You should take something from here, as a memory of your family.” He suggests and you remember the necklace you’re still wearing.
The last gift you received from your brother is still with you.
It brings you a bit of comfort, to know there’s a part of him with you and if Alistair is out there then you have something that connects the two of you.
You look around the room and decide to take…
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You walk towards Sir Lancelot with $memory in your hand. This is all you have left of your parents.
Lancelot puts his calloused hand in front of you for you to hold, his eyes are kind and you wonder how long they will stay that way.
For now, you take his hand and walk away.
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<br><<set $child to $child.toLowerCase(), $Child to $child.toUpperFirst()>><<set $person to $person.toLowerCase(), $Person to $person.toUpperFirst()>><<set $princess to $princess.toLowerCase(), $Princess to $princess.toUpperFirst()>><<set $daughter to $daughter.toLowerCase(), $Daughter to $daughter.toUpperFirst()>><<set $sister to $sister.toLowerCase(), $Sister to $sister.toUpperFirst()>><<if $mother is "true">>You and your mother walk into the dining room after talking a bit more about things that are lighter, white lisianthus adorn the tables to add a final touch.
There are candles on the table for their warm glow and classical music plays in the background to create a warm atmosphere. A savory aroma fills the room making you crave the food upon the table.
Clarence and Alistair are already seated at the table and you take your seat next to your twin. Once your father arrives, everyone begins to eat.<</if>><<if $father is "true">>You and your father walk into the dining room after talking a bit more about things that are lighter, white lisianthus adorn the tables to add a final touch.
There are candles on the table for their warm glow and classical music plays in the background to create a warm atmosphere. A savory aroma fills the room making you crave the food upon the table.
Clarence and Alistair are already seated at the table and you take your seat next to your twin. Once your mother arrives, everyone begins to eat.<</if>>
“So what has everyone done today?” your father asks.
<<if $assertive gte 50>>“$name and I went to the kitchen to get cookies!” Alistair tells your father. “Then we went to the garden and ate there then brother Clarence took us to give us these necklaces!”<<else>>“$name and I went to the kitchen to get cookies but $they <<if $plur is true>>aren’t<<else>>isn’t<</if>> as brave as I am so I had to ask the chef for $them!” Alistair tells your father to which you quickly retort.
"I wasn’t scared, I simply didn’t want them as much!"
Ignoring you, Alistair continues. “Then we went to the garden and ate there then brother Clarence took us to give us these necklaces!”<</if>>
<<if $father is "true">>“Ah yes those necklaces, $name told me about it.” your father comments and Clarence stiffens as the focus of the conversation turns to the necklaces and he hopes he won’t have to speak about his discoveries just yet.<<else>>“Oh is that so? They look great, son.” Your father comments with a smile directed at Alistair.
Clarence stiffens as the focus of the conversation turns to the necklaces and he hopes he won’t have to speak about his discoveries just yet.<</if>>
“Clarence, tell me about these necklaces.”
You glance at your brother and you can see the nervousness in his smile but he pulls himself together before your parents notice.
[[Continue|dinnerprt2]]“You need to confront the harsh reality of your situation and embrace it,” he asserts, each word landing like a cold truth. His figure looms closer, a shadow in the moonlit night. “You can’t reverse the sands of time; there’s no going back, and solitude is your only companion now. This is your fate,” he declares.
The air feels heavy as his words hang between you, an undeniable truth settling in the stillness of the night.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lash out.|7-0-A][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay calm.|7-0-B][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>$H_HisHer eyes scan the area around you then land on you; $H_HeShe hesitates before speaking up, “You have my condolences for your loss.”
“So you do know,” you say, “I was beginning to think the people in the palace didn’t know.”
“Only Prince Helios doesn’t fully know about the matter,” Hunter explains. “The king doesn’t want him to know as he is still young so no one really speaks of it.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can’t believe the king would do something so horrendous and then try to hide it from his son, if the opportunity arises you will tell him.|12-0][$ch1telltruth to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can’t believe the king would do something so horrendous and then try to hide it from his son, but you don’t want more problems in your life so you won’t tell him.|12-0]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care whether Helios knows or not. You have bigger things to worry about.|12-0]]</span>“So, you’re Sir Lancelot’s $H_nephew?” you ask, trying to make conversation.
“Yes, I am.” Hunter responds, $H_hisher eyes scanning the area around you then land on you. $H_HeShe hesitates before speaking up, “You have my condolences for your loss.”
“So you do know,” you say, relieved that you don’t have to pretend as if nothing happened. “I was beginning to think the people in the palace didn’t know.”
“Only Prince Helios doesn’t fully know about the matter,” Hunter explains. “The king doesn’t want him to know as he is still young so no one really speaks of it.”
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<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care whether Helios knows or not. You have bigger things to worry about.|12-0]]</span><<if $ch1cake is "true">>He gives you a spoonful of the icing; It’s sweet and rich, with a hint of vanilla.
“It’s good.”
Lancelot smiles at you, “I’ll put the icing on it now and then we can take it out to the dining hall.”
<</if>>You stand off to the side, watching as Lancelot expertly spreads the icing over the cake.
“So,” He begins, “How were the others back in the dining hall?”
“They were really nice,” you tell Lancelot. “Qasim kept trying to feed me even though I was already full, and Sadira was teasing him about it.”
Lancelot laughs, “They are always like that, bickering with each other, I sometimes wonder if they rehearse it beforehand.”
“I wasn’t expecting it, considering how the people here look at me,” you tell him.
Lancelot stops and turns to you, “They are good people,” Lancelot says, then hesitantly continues. “l hope you can see that good people will come into your life and good things will happen to you too.”
He lowers himself to your level and takes your hands in his, “Always remember that despite the bad things that happen to you, there will be good things as well.<<if $ch1die is "true">> And don’t regret being alive, $name. Please.” His voice cracks at the end.<<else>>” His voice cracks at the end.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…Nod and squeeze his hands.|14-0][$ch1nod to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…Pull your hands away.|14-0]]</span>You pour a few drops of the oil into the running water, watching as it swirls around and disperses throughout the pool. You undress and step into the water, feeling the cool water embrace your body.
As you lay back in the pool, you close your eyes and let out a contented sigh. The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, and the scent of the oil fills your nostrils, helping you to relax even further.
After a few minutes, you reach for the washcloth and begin to scrub your skin, feeling the grime and sweat of the week wash away. You rub the cloth over your face and neck, then move down to your arms and that’s when your thoughts start to wander.
You think about your family and your life. You think of the last moment you shared with Alistair and regret fills you. Before you know it, your arm is red from scrubbing and it hurts, but the physical discomfort seems to take away from the pain in your heart.
After rinsing off, you step out of the pool and towel dry, getting dressed in the clothes you had previously chosen. As you touch the necklace around your neck, a wave of emotion overtakes you and you can almost hear Alistair’s voice in your ear, recalling silly moments and laughter.
When you arrive back to your room, you walk over to your bed and pull back the covers, slipping between the sheets. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the cool fabric against your skin. You close your eyes and try to relax, but your mind is still racing. You force yourself to stop thinking and soon you fall asleep.
[[Continue|ch1-13-0-A-1]]“Are you sure this is safe?” you ask, eyeing the swirling blue liquid with suspicion.
“Of course it is. It wears off once water touches your face, so be careful. Here I’ll drink it first.” she says, “I want brown eyes.”
She closes her eyes and drinks the potion, when she opens her eyes they are brown. She picks up a small mirror and holds it up to her face, marveling at the transformation.
“Your turn.”
“Why didn’t you change your hair?”
“I’m not easy to recognize, unlike you. I changed my eye color so people don't realize that I’m a mage.”
You take a deep breath, “I want…”
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<span class="choice-normal">[[…black eyes|39-0][$ch2eyes to "black eyes"]]</span>“I’ve never drunk a potion before,” you can’t help but eye the potion with sparkles in your eyes.
“Exciting, huh? It wears off once water touches your face, so be careful. I’ll drink it first to show you how to do it,” she tells you, “I want brown eyes.”
She closes her eyes and drinks the potion, when she opens her eyes they are brown. She picks up a small mirror and holds it up to her face, marveling at the transformation.
“Your turn.”
“Why didn’t you change your hair?”
“I’m not easy to recognize, unlike you. I changed my eye color so people don't realize that I’m a mage.”
You take a deep breath, “I want…”
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The corridor is alive with a cacophony of hurried footsteps and hushed whispers. Palace guards, dressed in polished armor, and servants in flowing robes rush past you, their faces etched with a mixture of concern and urgency, as they strive to manage the chaotic aftermath of the fire you set.
Struggling to match Luceris’ brisk stride, your footsteps falter in their rhythm. It’s not just the physical strain that quickens your heartbeat; it’s the maelstrom of emotions enveloping you.
As you step into your room, he finally releases his tight grip on your arm, allowing you to catch your breath. The door clicks shut behind you two, the sound resonating with finality as he turns the lock.
Luceris stands before you, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that should make you nervous. The room is dimly lit, casting elongated shadows across his features, accentuating the anger etched into every line of his face.
Following a tense pause during which his gaze remains fixed on you, he speaks with a voice as frigid and sharp as a shard of ice, demanding, “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
Your question hangs in the air, unanswered, as he dismisses it with a subtle tilt of his head. His gaze shifts away from you, almost as if you’re no longer present, and instead, he turns his focus to your surroundings.
He methodically moves through the room, like a relentless hunter tracing its prey’s scent.
Drawers are yanked open one by one, their contents scattered carelessly. Cushions meet the same fate, tossed aside as if they’re insignificant obstacles in his path.
Your heart drums an anxious rhythm in your chest, each beat echoing the urgency of the situation.
Deep down, you know precisely what he’s searching for—the necklace.
It’s more than just an accessory; it holds the weight of your past, a tangible link to your memories, your very sense of self. It is all that you hold dear.
And then, he finds it.
You watch as he grabs the necklace, his eyes narrow then his gaze returns to you. Luceris’ voice is cold and cutting as he speaks, “You shouldn’t have done that, you destroyed a place of memory and meaning.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff, “You killed my entire family and burned down my home.”|ch3-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything, just smile at him.|ch3-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You remain silent.|ch3-1c]]</span><</fadein>>The seconds stretch into an agonizing silence, broken only by the distant sounds of commotion as the palace personnel try to contain the fire’s aftermath.
He steps closer, the necklace dangling from his fingers, catching the ambient light and casting glimmers across the room.
The faint hint of a stifled laugh lingers in the cadence of his breath, but it’s a laugh devoid of amusement, more a reflection of simmering anger. A hand finds its way into his disheveled hair, tousling the wintry strands as evidence of his inner turmoil.
“I made a mistake.” Luceris says, “That day, I should have—" His sentence trails off into the abyss of his unspoken thoughts. And yet, his words resound through the charged air with a weight that cannot be ignored.
//I should have killed you too.//
Your eyes drop to his hand, which clenches your necklace’s pendant so tightly that blood begins to drip onto the ground.
The mixture of desperation and anger wells up within you, and you demand, "Give me my necklace back!"
Luceris’ grip only tightens, his fingers squeezing the life out of your precious item.
Suddenly, the door to the room splinters open, revealing Lancelot. Both you and Luceris are taken aback by the abrupt entrance, momentarily stunned by the intrusion.
Lancelot wastes no time, immediately moving towards you with concern etched across his face, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“Unbelievable.” Luceris mutters under his breath, his tone laced with a mixture of surprise and frustration as he takes in the scene before him.
In response to Luceris’ muttered word, Lancelot’s attention shifts towards him.
With a surprising yet resolute gesture, Lancelot’s hand clasps onto Luceris’ hand. There is a determination in the way he does it, as if he’s claiming control over the situation. Without hesitation, he begins to pull Luceris away from you, the physical distance growing between the two of you.
Intriguingly, Luceris does not put up the expected resistance to this intervention except for a hiss from the wound, responding with an acceptance that seems out of character, as if an unseen thread connects him to Lancelot’s guidance.
You are left alone in your room, the silence that follows the whirlwind of emotion ringing in your ears.
You look around the room and see the mess. The servants will have to spend quite a while cleaning and fixing this room.
Despite the chaos that surrounds you, you find a semblance of solace as you lower yourself onto the floor. The chill of the surface beneath you registers as oddly comforting, a grounding sensation that anchors you.
Breathing becomes a challenge, the air heavier than the oppressive atmosphere you left behind in //that// room. Gasping, you clutch at your throat, the void within you palpable.
//“It’s alright, you’re alright.”//
[[Continue.|ch3-2]]He steps closer, the necklace dangling from his fingers, catching the ambient light and casting glimmers across the room. His grip tightens on the pendant, his knuckles turning white.
“I should have—” Luceris begins, a sentence trailing off into the abyss of his unspoken thoughts. And yet, his words resound through the charged air with a weight that cannot be ignored.
//I should have killed you too.//
Your eyes drop to his hand, which clenches your necklace’s pendant so tightly that blood begins to drip onto the ground.
The mixture of desperation and anger wells up within you, and you demand, "Give me my necklace back!"
Luceris’ grip only tightens, his fingers squeezing the life out of your precious item.
Suddenly, the door to the room splinters open, revealing Lancelot. Both you and Luceris are taken aback by the abrupt entrance, momentarily stunned by the intrusion.
Lancelot wastes no time, immediately moving towards you with concern etched across his face, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“Unbelievable.” Luceris mutters under his breath, his tone laced with a mixture of surprise and frustration as he takes in the scene before him.
In response to Luceris’ muttered word, Lancelot’s attention shifts towards him.
With a surprising yet resolute gesture, Lancelot’s hand clasps onto Luceris’ hand. There is a determination in the way he does it, as if he’s claiming control over the situation. Without hesitation, he begins to pull Luceris away from you, the physical distance growing between the two of you.
Intriguingly, Luceris does not put up the expected resistance to this intervention except for a hiss from the wound, responding with an acceptance that seems out of character, as if an unseen thread connects him to Lancelot’s guidance.
You are left alone in your room, the silence that follows the whirlwind of emotion ringing in your ears.
You look around the room and see the mess. The servants will have to spend quite a while cleaning and fixing this room.
Despite the chaos that surrounds you, you find a semblance of solace as you lower yourself onto the floor. The chill of the surface beneath you registers as oddly comforting, a grounding sensation that anchors you.
Breathing becomes a challenge, the air heavier than the oppressive atmosphere you left behind in //that// room. Gasping, you clutch at your throat, the void within you palpable.
//“It’s alright, you’re alright.”//
[[Continue.|ch3-2]]“You find this amusing?” he snaps, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and incredulity. His fingers twitch at his sides, a sign of the restraint he’s exercising.
Your smile widens slightly, the corners of your lips curling with a touch of defiance. “Amusing? No, Your Majesty.”
He steps closer, the necklace dangling from his fingers, catching the ambient light and casting glimmers across the room. His grip tightens on the pendant, his knuckles turning white.
“You had no right to do what you did.”
You tilt your head slightly, regarding him with a calm demeanor. “And what right did you have to take everything from me? To turn my life into a facade, a hollow existence within this cage you call a palace?”
“You were given a place here," he retorts, his voice tinged with frustration. "A place many would envy.”
A humorless chuckle escapes your lips. “Envy, perhaps. But envy the cold and empty existence that comes with it?”
Luceris scoffs, “If that is how you feel I should have—” Luceris begins, a sentence trailing off into the abyss of his unspoken thoughts. And yet, his words resound through the charged air with a weight that cannot be ignored.
//I should have killed you too.//
Your eyes drop to his hand, which clenches your necklace’s pendant so tightly that blood begins to drip onto the ground.
The mixture of desperation and anger wells up within you, and you demand, "Give me my necklace back!"
Luceris’ grip only tightens, his fingers squeezing the life out of your precious item.
Suddenly, the door to the room splinters open, revealing Lancelot. Both you and Luceris are taken aback by the abrupt entrance, momentarily stunned by the intrusion.
Lancelot wastes no time, immediately moving towards you with concern etched across his face, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“Unbelievable.” Luceris mutters under his breath, his tone laced with a mixture of surprise and frustration as he takes in the scene before him.
In response to Luceris’ muttered word, Lancelot’s attention shifts towards him.
With a surprising yet resolute gesture, Lancelot’s hand clasps onto Luceris’ hand. There is a determination in the way he does it, as if he’s claiming control over the situation. Without hesitation, he begins to pull Luceris away from you, the physical distance growing between the two of you.
Intriguingly, Luceris does not put up the expected resistance to this intervention except for a hiss from the wound, responding with an acceptance that seems out of character, as if an unseen thread connects him to Lancelot’s guidance.
You are left alone in your room, the silence that follows the whirlwind of emotion ringing in your ears.
You look around the room and see the mess. The servants will have to spend quite a while cleaning and fixing this room.
Despite the chaos that surrounds you, you find a semblance of solace as you lower yourself onto the floor. The chill of the surface beneath you registers as oddly comforting, a grounding sensation that anchors you.
Breathing becomes a challenge, the air heavier than the oppressive atmosphere you left behind in //that// room. Gasping, you clutch at your throat, the void within you palpable.
//“It’s alright, you’re alright.”//
[[Continue.|ch3-2]]The voice, unmistakably Alistair’s, emerges, or at least a ghostly echo of it.
You look toward the mirror sitting on your vanity, you don’t see him near you but you hear him.
His soothing tones blanket you, prompting a serene closure of your eyes, allowing the familiar timbre to envelop your senses.
//“You shouldn’t have set that room on fire.”//
Alistair’s voice, tinged with concern and reproach, echoes in your mind.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you taking his side now?”|ch3-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I did it because I wanted to do it.”|ch3-2b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re not even real.”|ch3-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He deserved it.”|ch3-2d]]</span>Alistair’s presence in your mind remains unwavering. //“No, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”//
A wry smile tugs at your lips as you retort, “I’m not hurt, see?” Opening your eyes, you inspect your arms and body as if he could perceive through your gaze.
Alistair’s concern remains steadfast, //“But he might hurt you.”//
His voice within your thoughts retains the gentle warmth of your shared childhood. It’s a comforting presence, one that elicits a faint smile from you. “That will be fine with me.”
Alistair’s voice fades into the silent recesses of your mind, leaving you alone.
The passage of time seems fluid as you sit there, lost in thought for what feels like an eternity, though only around half an hour has elapsed. Unexpectedly, the door swings open, and Luceris steps back into the room.
The return of his presence catches you off guard, a flicker of surprise dancing through the residual emotions still lingering in the air. Yet, the sight that meets your eyes is a stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him earlier.
Gone is the fiery wrath that had ignited his demeanor. Instead, a serene aura surrounds him, as if he has found a tranquil equilibrium within himself. His countenance exudes a newfound composure, an acceptance of the situation.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you feel angry that he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bummed he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You just want him to leave you alone.|ch3-3]]</span>//“You should control yourself, what if he hurts you?”//
A wry smile tugs at your lips as you retort, “I’m not hurt, see?” Opening your eyes, you inspect your arms and body as if he could perceive through your gaze.
Alistair’s concern remains steadfast, //“But he might hurt you.”//
His voice within your thoughts retains the gentle warmth of your shared childhood. It’s a comforting presence, one that elicits a faint smile from you. “That will be fine with me.”
Alistair’s voice fades into the silent recesses of your mind, leaving you alone.
The passage of time seems fluid as you sit there, lost in thought for what feels like an eternity, though only around half an hour has elapsed. Unexpectedly, the door swings open, and Luceris steps back into the room.
The return of his presence catches you off guard, a flicker of surprise dancing through the residual emotions still lingering in the air. Yet, the sight that meets your eyes is a stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him earlier.
Gone is the fiery wrath that had ignited his demeanor. Instead, a serene aura surrounds him, as if he has found a tranquil equilibrium within himself. His countenance exudes a newfound composure, an acceptance of the situation.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you feel angry that he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bummed he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You just want him to leave you alone.|ch3-3]]</span>//“His wife didn’t.”// Alistair persists, his voice a whisper woven with gentle admonishment.
//“She won’t miss the room.”//
//“I miss our room.”// Alistair’s innocent voice resounds within you, a haunting reminder of shared memories.
Alistair’s voice, a tender echo of childhood, maintains its soft, comforting timbre in your mind.
//‘I do too.’// You admit silently, your thoughts a graveyard of the shared memories with him.
Alistair’s voice fades into the silent recesses of your mind, leaving you alone.
The passage of time seems fluid as you sit there, lost in thought for what feels like an eternity, though only around half an hour has elapsed. Unexpectedly, the door swings open, and Luceris steps back into the room.
The return of his presence catches you off guard, a flicker of surprise dancing through the residual emotions still lingering in the air. Yet, the sight that meets your eyes is a stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him earlier.
Gone is the fiery wrath that had ignited his demeanor. Instead, a serene aura surrounds him, as if he has found a tranquil equilibrium within himself. His countenance exudes a newfound composure, an acceptance of the situation.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you feel angry that he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bummed he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You just want him to leave you alone.|ch3-3]]</span>Alistair’s voice fades into the silent recesses of your mind, leaving you alone.
The passage of time seems fluid as you sit there, lost in thought for what feels like an eternity, though only around half an hour has elapsed. Unexpectedly, the door swings open, and Luceris steps back into the room.
The return of his presence catches you off guard, a flicker of surprise dancing through the residual emotions still lingering in the air. Yet, the sight that meets your eyes is a stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him earlier.
Gone is the fiery wrath that had ignited his demeanor. Instead, a serene aura surrounds him, as if he has found a tranquil equilibrium within himself. His countenance exudes a newfound composure, an acceptance of the situation.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It makes you feel angry that he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bummed he seems unaffected.|ch3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You just want him to leave you alone.|ch3-3]]</span>The juxtaposition of his calm demeanor against the recent anger he showed leaves you confused; how can he be so composed?
Luceris makes an attempt to close the door, but it refuses to comply and hangs slightly askew after Lancelot broke it. An eye-roll of annoyance punctuates his exasperation before he moves toward you, carrying a plate of fruit and your necklace in his hands.
“It’s a cruel irony, isn’t it?” he murmurs, lowering himself to the floor to sit beside you, “The things we cherish the most often slip through our grasp.”
The surreal scene unfolding before you leaves you bewildered, questioning the logic of his actions.
You should know by now that his actions are often far from logical.
His fingers absentmindedly lift a few seeds of pomegranate to his lips, and you’re taken aback by the eerie composure he exhibits, given the circumstances.
“Power,” he utters, the word hanging in the air like an ominous promise. His lips curl into a half-hearted smile, as if power alone is a soothing balm for his soul. “At least I have that. It’s something, isn’t it?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Your retort, “What good is power if it can’t protect the ones you hold dear?”|ch3-3a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff, “Does power fill the void your wife’s death left in you? Perhaps she didn’t mean that much to you after all.”|ch3-3b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything.|ch3-3c]]</span>His eyes shift, finally locking onto yours with an intensity that’s both unnerving and oddly compelling. It’s as though he’s peering into the depths of your being, understanding the raging tempest that’s simmering beneath the surface.
“True,” he concedes, “But power, my dear, allows you to avenge them, to make those who have wronged you pay. Power is a loyal companion, $name.”
The unspoken implication is chilling, a subtle suggestion that you can have the power, the means, to avenge the heinous act that tore apart your family.
“What are you trying to say?”
Luceris, inscrutable as ever, merely shrugs. “Something for you to think about.”
He nudges the plate of fruit toward you, a subtle offering in the midst of the heavy atmosphere. “I got these for you, today has been a long day, huh?”
“Why are you eating them then?”
“It’s the fruit tax,” he quips.
You furrow your brow, irked by his attempt to lighten the situation with a jest. “Don’t treat me like a child.”
“You are a child,” Luceris sighs, almost as if conceding to a frustrating truth. “And unfortunately, I find myself responsible for you.”
Every time you think you know where this conversation is going, he changes his tune.
Suddenly, his gaze intensifies, cutting through the haze of discomfort and uncertainty. For a moment, it feels like he sees you, not merely as an extension of Catalina, but as an individual with your own grievances.
Then, he continues. “You’re confined within these palace walls for a year, and tonight, you’ll clean Farah’s chamber. I’ve ensured It’s empty for your task. That is your punishment for what you did tonight.”
With a deliberate motion, he rises from his spot on the floor, the shift in his stature commanding attention as he towers over you.
“What you took from me tonight was dear, but I’ve taken something dear from you in the past so it is only fair. Consider this a merciful punishment. Do not test my patience again.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t need any mercy from you.”|ch3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The only thing you can do for me is die.”|ch3-4b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why are you acting so strange?”|ch3-4c]]</span>His eyes shift, finally locking onto yours with an intensity that’s both unnerving and oddly compelling. His jaw is clenched, and he picks up another piece of fruit to put in his mouth, looking away from you.
“It does not,” he admits, “But power allowed me to avenge her, to make those who have wronged me pay. Power is a loyal companion, $name.”
The unspoken implication is chilling, a subtle suggestion that you can have the power, the means, to avenge the heinous act that tore apart your family.
“What are you trying to say?”
Luceris, inscrutable as ever, merely shrugs. “Something for you to think about.”
He nudges the plate of fruit toward you, a subtle offering in the midst of the heavy atmosphere. “I got these for you, today has been a long day, huh?”
“Why are you eating them then?”
“It’s the fruit tax,” he quips.
You furrow your brow, irked by his attempt to lighten the situation with a jest. “Don’t treat me like a child.”
“You are a child,” Luceris sighs, almost as if conceding to a frustrating truth. “And unfortunately, I find myself responsible for you.”
Every time you think you know where this conversation is going, he changes his tune.
Suddenly, his gaze intensifies, cutting through the haze of discomfort and uncertainty. For a moment, it feels like he sees you, not merely as an extension of Catalina, but as an individual with your own grievances.
Then, he continues. “You’re confined within these palace walls for a year, and tonight, you’ll clean Farah’s chamber. I’ve ensured It’s empty for your task. That is your punishment for what you did tonight.”
With a deliberate motion, he rises from his spot on the floor, the shift in his stature commanding attention as he towers over you.
“What you took from me tonight was dear, but I’ve taken something dear from you in the past so it is only fair. Consider this a merciful punishment. Do not test my patience again.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t need any mercy from you.”|ch3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The only thing you can do for me is die.”|ch3-4b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why are you acting so strange?”|ch3-4c]]</span>His eyes shift, finally locking onto yours with an intensity that’s both unnerving and oddly compelling. It’s as though he’s peering into the depths of your being.
“Power, my dear, allows you to avenge them, to make those who have wronged you pay. Power is a loyal companion, $name”
The unspoken implication is chilling, a subtle suggestion that you can have the power, the means, to avenge the heinous act that tore apart your family.
“What are you trying to say?”
Luceris, inscrutable as ever, merely shrugs. “Something for you to think about.”
He nudges the plate of fruit toward you, a subtle offering in the midst of the heavy atmosphere. “I got these for you, today has been a long day, huh?”
“Why are you eating them then?”
“It’s the fruit tax,” he quips.
You furrow your brow, irked by his attempt to lighten the situation with a jest. “Don’t treat me like a child.”
“You are a child,” Luceris sighs, almost as if conceding to a frustrating truth. “And unfortunately, I find myself responsible for you.”
Every time you think you know where this conversation is going, he changes his tune.
Suddenly, his gaze intensifies, cutting through the haze of discomfort and uncertainty. For a moment, it feels like he sees you, not merely as an extension of Catalina, but as an individual with your own grievances.
Then, he continues. “You’re confined within these palace walls for a year, and tonight, you’ll clean Farah’s chamber. I’ve ensured it’s empty for your task. That is your punishment for what you did tonight.”
With a deliberate motion, he rises from his spot on the floor, the shift in his stature commanding attention as he towers over you.
“What you took from me tonight was dear, but I’ve taken something dear from you in the past so it is only fair. Consider this a merciful punishment. Do not test my patience again.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t need any mercy from you.”|ch3-4a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The only thing you can do for me is die.”|ch3-4b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why are you acting so strange?”|ch3-4c]]</span>You retort, your words dripping with the raw resentment you hold towards him.
Luceris chuckles darkly, a sardonic response to your venomous remark. “Wouldn’t that be ideal?”
Luceris regards you with an inscrutable gaze before retrieving something from his pocket. He extends his hand, revealing your beloved necklace, but it’s not unscathed. Stains of his blood mar the once pristine beauty of the pendant.
“You’re returning it?” Disbelief drips from your voice, mingling with a hint of distrust.
You find yourself staring at him, this version of Luceris is a stark deviation from the ruthless figure you’ve come to know.
His demeanor—it is as though he has discovered empathy.
“It’s yours,” he replies curtly, offering no further explanation.
Without a second thought, you grasp the necklace, disregarding the dark stains of blood. The familiar weight in your hand brings a rush of emotions, a sense of completeness washing over you.
You promise to yourself that you will never take it off again.
The need to have it cleaned gnaws at your mind, but for now, having it back in your possession is enough.
He moves towards the broken door before you can conjure anything to say to him.
Silence envelops the room, the chill of the floor intensifying the loneliness that has become all too familiar.
Your gaze drifts to the plate of fruit, a forlorn array of pomegranate seeds glistening against the cold surface.
In the wake of recent events, their crimson hue bears an unsettling resemblance to blood, rendering them far from appetizing in your present state of mind.
Despite this, you pick up a few seeds, their chill against your palm a stark contrast to the warmth of the room, and eat them.
The door creaks open, and you turn, expecting someone else to intrude upon the heavy silence.
“Your Majesty?” The soft voice of Naima reaches your ears.
“Lady Naima,” you respond, managing a faint greeting.
Hurried steps bring Naima closer and she lowers herself to the ground, her touch gentle as she rests her hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” Concern laces her words.
Naima has always been a familiar presence, someone who has looked after you since she arrived at the palace.
Her watchful eye seems to extend beyond her duties, perhaps because of the bond between you and Fadiya, her daughter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears start welling up in your eyes.|ch3-5a][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, trying to put up a strong facade.|ch3-5b][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, despite the events of the night, you feel alright.|ch3-5c][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“What? A man can’t be merciful anymore?” His response comes quick, deflecting with an air of nonchalance.
“When are you ever merciful?”
“Today,” he states simply, a nonchalant shrug accompanying his words.
Luceris regards you with an inscrutable gaze before retrieving something from his pocket. He extends his hand, revealing your beloved necklace, but it’s not unscathed. Stains of his blood mar the once pristine beauty of the pendant.
“You’re returning it?” Disbelief drips from your voice, mingling with a hint of distrust.
You find yourself staring at him, this version of Luceris is a stark deviation from the ruthless figure you’ve come to know.
His demeanor—it is as though he has discovered empathy.
“It’s yours,” he replies curtly, offering no further explanation.
Without a second thought, you grasp the necklace, disregarding the dark stains tof blood. The familiar weight in your hand brings a rush of emotions, a sense of completeness washing over you.
You promise to yourself that you will never take it off again.
The need to have it cleaned gnaws at your mind, but for now, having it back in your possession is enough.
He moves towards the broken door before you can conjure anything to say to him.
Silence envelops the room, the chill of the floor intensifying the loneliness that has become all too familiar.
Your gaze drifts to the plate of fruit, a forlorn array of pomegranate seeds glistening against the cold surface.
In the wake of recent events, their crimson hue bears an unsettling resemblance to blood, rendering them far from appetizing in your present state of mind.
Despite this, you pick up a few seeds, their chill against your palm a stark contrast to the warmth of the room, and eat them.
The door creaks open, and you turn, expecting someone else to intrude upon the heavy silence.
“Your Majesty?” The soft voice of Naima reaches your ears.
“Lady Naima,” you respond, managing a faint greeting.
Hurried steps bring Naima closer and she lowers herself to the ground, her touch gentle as she rests her hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” Concern laces her words.
Naima has always been a familiar presence, someone who has looked after you since she arrived at the palace.
Her watchful eye seems to extend beyond her duties, perhaps because of the bond between you and Fadiya, her daughter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears start welling up in your eyes.|ch3-5a][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, trying to put up a strong facade.|ch3-5b][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, despite the events of the night, you feel alright.|ch3-5c][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You retort, your tone sharp with defiance, refusing to be indebted to him for any semblance of kindness.
“Rest assured, I won’t make this a habit. But if there is a next time, the consequences will be far worse,” he warns.
His words reverberate through your mind, a stark reminder of the vulnerability of your position under his rule. Anger simmers within you, a potent mix of frustration and resentment at the control he holds over your life.
Despite the anger, there’s a peculiar sense of relief that washes over you. You had braced yourself for a much harsher retribution for your impulsive act of revenge.
Luceris regards you with an inscrutable gaze before retrieving something from his pocket. He extends his hand, revealing your beloved necklace, but it’s not unscathed. Stains of his blood mar the once pristine beauty of the pendant.
“You’re returning it?” Disbelief drips from your voice, mingling with a hint of distrust.
You find yourself staring at him, this version of Luceris is a stark deviation from the ruthless figure you’ve come to know.
His demeanor—it is as though he has discovered empathy.
“It’s yours,” he replies curtly, offering no further explanation.
Without a second thought, you grasp the necklace, disregarding the dark stains tof blood. The familiar weight in your hand brings a rush of emotions, a sense of completeness washing over you.
You promise to yourself that you will never take it off again.
The need to have it cleaned gnaws at your mind, but for now, having it back in your possession is enough.
He moves towards the broken door before you can conjure anything to say to him.
Silence envelops the room, the chill of the floor intensifying the loneliness that has become all too familiar.
Your gaze drifts to the plate of fruit, a forlorn array of pomegranate seeds glistening against the cold surface.
In the wake of recent events, their crimson hue bears an unsettling resemblance to blood, rendering them far from appetizing in your present state of mind.
Despite this, you pick up a few seeds, their chill against your palm a stark contrast to the warmth of the room, and eat them.
The door creaks open, and you turn, expecting someone else to intrude upon the heavy silence.
“Your Majesty?” The soft voice of Naima reaches your ears.
“Lady Naima,” you respond, managing a faint greeting.
Hurried steps bring Naima closer and she lowers herself to the ground, her touch gentle as she rests her hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?” Concern laces her words.
Naima has always been a familiar presence, someone who has looked after you since she arrived at the palace.
Her watchful eye seems to extend beyond her duties, perhaps because of the bond between you and Fadiya, her daughter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tears start welling up in your eyes.|ch3-5a][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, trying to put up a strong facade.|ch3-5b][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, despite the events of the night, you feel alright.|ch3-5c][$disciplined to Math.clamp($disciplined + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Moisture gathers at the corners of your eyes, an unwelcome surge of emotion threatening to spill over.
You try to fight it, blinking rapidly in an attempt to hold back the tears, but they betray your efforts and begin their descent down your cheeks.
A stifled sob escapes you, a sound so raw and unexpected that it catches you off guard, echoing through the empty space.
“You’re alright,” Naima murmurs softly, echoing Alistair’s words from earlier.
With a gentle and deliberate movement, Naima envelops you in her arms, drawing you close into a tender embrace.
As she holds you close, a subtle scent of lavender dances in the air, a fragrance that’s distinctly Naima’s.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You let her embrace you.|ch3-6a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You push her away.|ch3-6b]]</span>You nod, attempting to uphold a façade of composure despite the tumult of emotions churning within. The weight of recent events hangs heavily on your shoulders, but you strive to maintain a semblance of strength in front of Naima.
Naima studies you with a keen gaze, her concern palpable.
“You’re alright,” Naima murmurs softly, echoing Alistair’s words from earlier.
With a gentle and deliberate movement, Naima envelops you in her arms, drawing you close into a tender embrace.
As she holds you close, a subtle scent of lavender dances in the air, a fragrance that’s distinctly Naima’s.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You let her embrace you.|ch3-6a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You push her away.|ch3-6b]]</span>Your thoughts, though scattered and entangled in a web of emotions, seem surprisingly steady. The weight of the necklace, now back in your possession, acts as an anchor amidst the storm of conflicting feelings.
“You’re alright,” Naima murmurs softly, echoing Alistair’s words from earlier.
With a gentle and deliberate movement, Naima envelops you in her arms, drawing you close into a tender embrace.
As she holds you close, a subtle scent of lavender dances in the air, a fragrance that’s distinctly Naima’s.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You let her embrace you.|ch3-6a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You push her away.|ch3-6b]]</span>Surrendering to the embrace, you allow yourself to lean into Naima’s comforting presence.
The weight of the world feels a bit lighter in this moment, nestled against her.
After a few moments of her whispering comforting reassurances to you and gently patting your back, she lets you go.
You look down at the necklace in your hands, the stain of blood still bothering you.
“What did Luceris say?” Her amber eyes hold a mixture of curiosity and worry. “I heard about what happened.”
“He has restricted me from leaving the palace for a year,” you respond.
The punishment, in essence, feels somewhat trivial considering your infrequent ventures beyond the palace walls.
“And he wants me to clean his dead wife’s chamber,” you add, a touch of irony coloring your voice.
Naima’s eyebrows furrow in surprise. “That’s... unexpectedly lenient of him,” she remarks, her tone laced with a hint of disbelief.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Glare at her.|ch3-7a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose so…”|ch3-7b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Right? It is strange.”|ch3-7b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That doesn’t suddenly make him a good person.”|ch3-7a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He should have hurt me.”|ch3-7c]]</span>Pushing against the embrace, you withdraw, your movements abrupt as you disentangle yourself from Naima’s hold.
Her eyes widen in concern, her features reflecting a mixture of worry and understanding. “I apologize,” she begins, her voice soft and laced with worry.
You look down at the necklace in your hands, the stain of blood still bothering you.
“What did Luceris say?” Her amber eyes hold a mixture of curiosity and worry. “I heard about what happened.”
“He has restricted me from leaving the palace for a year,” you respond.
The punishment, in essence, feels somewhat trivial considering your infrequent ventures beyond the palace walls.
“And he wants me to clean his dead wife’s chamber,” you add, a touch of irony coloring your voice.
Naima’s eyebrows furrow in surprise. “That’s... unexpectedly lenient of him,” she remarks, her tone laced with a hint of disbelief.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Glare at her.|ch3-7a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose so…”|ch3-7b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Right? It is strange.”|ch3-7b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That doesn’t suddenly make him a good person.”|ch3-7a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He should have hurt me.”|ch3-7c]]</span>Realizing her misstep, Naima raises her hands in a placating gesture. “Alright, alright,” she relents, conceding to the weight of your frustration and dissatisfaction with the situation.
With an offer of assistance, she rises gracefully from the floor, standing before you, “Come on,” she says, extending a hand toward you. “I’ll help you clean. We will make it bearable together.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright.”|ch3-8a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why should I?”|ch3-8b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I won’t clean it.”|ch3-8b]]</span>Naima’s attempt at optimism manifests as a gentle smile directed at you. “That’s something, isn’t it?” she offers, seeking to find a silver lining.
With an offer of assistance, she rises gracefully from the floor, standing before you, “Come on,” she says, extending a hand toward you. “I’ll help you clean. We will make it bearable together.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright.”|ch3-8a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why should I?”|ch3-8b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I won’t clean it.”|ch3-8b]]</span>Naima’s response is swift and resolute, her voice carrying a hint of admonishment. “No, he didn’t, because he shouldn’t hurt you. And he knows that,” she asserts firmly, her unwavering support evident in her stance.
With an offer of assistance, she rises gracefully from the floor, standing before you, “Come on,” she says, extending a hand toward you. “I’ll help you clean. We will make it bearable together.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright.”|ch3-8a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why should I?”|ch3-8b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I won’t clean it.”|ch3-8b]]</span>Naima smiles at you, “Good.”
Rising from your seat, the chill of the floor lingers on your skin.
“You’re fortunate you didn’t get hurt,” Naima begins, her tone carrying a blend of concern and admonition. “I know you sought to make your point, but if you truly aim to wound him, you must be more cautious. I can’t help you if your actions lead to your own demise.”
Her candidness startles you, the straightforwardness of her words cutting through the air.
<<if visited("47-1b")>>“It wasn’t about causing him pain, I just wanted to mess with him.”
Naima nods, “Even so, I don’t want you to put yourself at risk just to inconvenience him. Tread cautiously and find a more discreet way.”
You’re surprised that she didn’t try to make you stop completely, “You don’t mind if I do this sort of thing?”
Naima shakes her head, a smile of amusement on her face. “I would prefer it if you didn’t, but I can’t control your choices. My only plea is for you to be cautious and keep yourself safe.”<<else>>“I only wanted him to feel the pain I’ve endured. It’s not right for him to live without any pain or remorse,” you defend your actions.
Naima nods, “I understand your desire. But do you think you’ve caused him as much pain as he inflicted on you?”
Slowly, you shake your head.
“Then, tread cautiously and find a way to make him feel what you’ve felt,” she advises, her tone gentle but resolute.
The implication of her words leaves you taken aback. “You... you want me to hurt him?” Your voice trembles with surprise and uncertainty.
Naima shakes her head, a smile of amusement on her face. “I would prefer it if you didn’t, but I can’t control your choices. My only plea is for you to be cautious and keep yourself safe.”<</if>>
She pivots, gesturing toward the door. “Let’s get going. The sooner we finish, the sooner it’s done.” Without waiting for your response, she strides towards the exit.
You release a resigned sigh, you suppose at least you won’t be facing this arduous task alone.
You follow Naima, trailing behind her as you both make your way to Farah’s chamber.
[[Continue|CMG2]]Naima frowns as she looks at you, this must be how it feels to have someone scold you without words.
“You’re fortunate you didn’t get hurt,” Naima begins, her tone carrying a blend of concern and admonition. “I know you sought to make your point, but if you truly aim to wound him, you must be more cautious. I can’t help you if your actions lead to your own demise.”
Her candidness startles you, the straightforwardness of her words cutting through the air.
<<if visited("47-1b")>>“It wasn’t about causing him pain, I just wanted to mess with him.”
Naima nods, “Even so, I don’t want you to put yourself at risk just to inconvenience him. Tread cautiously and find a more discreet way.”
You’re surprised that she didn’t try to make you stop completely, “You don’t mind if I do this sort of thing?”
Naima shakes her head, a smile of amusement on her face. “I would prefer it if you didn’t, but I can’t control your choices. My only plea is for you to be cautious and keep yourself safe.”<<elseif visited("47-1a")>>”I only wanted him to feel the pain I’ve endured. It’s not right for him to live without any pain or remorse,” you defend your actions.
Naima nods, “I understand your desire. But do you think you’ve caused him as much pain as he inflicted on you?”
Slowly, you shake your head.
“Then, tread cautiously and find a way to make him feel what you’ve felt,” she advises, her tone gentle but resolute.
The implication of her words leaves you taken aback. “You... you want me to hurt him?” Your voice trembles with surprise and uncertainty.
Naima shakes her head, a smile of amusement on her face. “I would prefer it if you didn’t, but I can’t control your choices. My only plea is for you to be cautious and keep yourself safe.”<</if>>
She pivots, gesturing toward the door. “Let’s get going. The sooner we finish, the sooner it’s done.” Without waiting for your response, she strides towards the exit.
You release a resigned sigh, you suppose at least you won’t be facing this arduous task alone.
Reluctantly, you rise to follow Naima, trailing behind her as you both make your way to Farah’s chamber.
[[Continue|CMG2]]<<set $gamechapter to "Chapter Three">><<fadein 5s>><<set $age to 20>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Katarsis, 1453</div>
The first glimmers of dawn haven’t danced in the sky yet.
But you find yourself already wide awake, perched atop your bed, a notebook nestled in your lap. The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts a gentle hue on the pages awaiting your thoughts.
About five years ago, you had a memorable conversation with Lady Naima, whose counsel still resonates within you like a persistent whisper. In that exchange, she adviced you to commit your innermost thoughts and feelings to a journal. She encouraged you to capture every emotion, sentiment, and notion, meticulously inscribing them upon the pages.
<<if visited("48-2") + visited("48-3") is 1>>//“Perhaps incinerating everything in sight isn’t the healthiest way to live.”//<<else>>//“Keeping everything inside isn’t good for you.”//<</if>>
With most of the world wrapped in slumber, there’s nowhere else to be but here, perched in your bed, scribbling away in the confines of a little journal who you call…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Enemy|ch3-11][$journal to "Enemy"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Alistair|ch3-11][$journal to "Alistair"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Journal|ch3-11][$journal to "Journal"]]</span>
<<message ' Insert a custom name ' btn>>
<<textbox "$journal" "">>
<<link "Confirm Name">><<if $journal is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please enter a name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Helios">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Hunter">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Soarine">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Fadiya">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Vincent">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Lancelot">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Luceris">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Ikram">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Catalina">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Farah">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is $name>><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<else>>
<<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>>
<<run Engine.play("ch3-11")>>
<</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span>
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<br>The name was perfect.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t write in it often, not seeing the point in it.|ch3-12a][$wjournal to 1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You write in it often but you lie about your thoughts and feelings.|ch3-12b][$wjournal to 2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You write in it often, it is like a friend.|ch3-12c][$wjournal to 3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t write often, simply because you don’t have the time.|ch3-12d][$wjournal to 4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You write in it often but you write about the simple things, not about your feelings or thoughts.|ch3-12e][$wjournal to 5]]</span>Despite owning the journal for quite some time, you’ve seldom felt inclined to put pen to paper, questioning the purpose behind this act of pouring out your innermost thoughts onto its pages.
The idea of confiding in a mere notebook seemed… futile.
What solace could parchment and ink offer?
It couldn’t provide guidance, solace, or aid in any tangible manner. Its pages would remain mute witnesses, incapable of reciprocating, advising, or alleviating the burdens that weigh heavy on your heart.
Yet, here you are.
//Dear $journal,
The sun isn’t in the sky yet but I can’t seem to sleep so you are seeing me <<if $wjournal is 1>>today. I won’t apologize for abandoning you to collect dust.<<elseif $wjournal is 4>>today. I apologize for not seeing you often.<<else>>earlier than usual today.<</if>>
The faint sounds of the servants have begun to echo through the corridors; their bustling activities indicate an early start to what promises to be an eventful day.
Today marks the return of the Emperor’s son, an occasion demanding meticulous preparation and attention to detail.
I imagine Luceris is already awake torturing poor souls to meet his exact expectations, everything has to be perfect after all.//
It has been almost a year since the night of Duke Falk’s youngest child’s birthday ball, the vivid memories of which still linger in your mind.
Amidst the revelry and elegance of the occasion, it was also the last time you laid eyes on Helios.
You start writing again…
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a]]</span>The pages are filled with carefully crafted narratives, inked with tales that paint a picture of growth, resilience, and inner peace—a facade to pacify the curious eyes of others.
You write diligently, consistently, yet the truth remains veiled behind a web of artful deception.
Every stroke of ink is a lie.
It’s a narrative woven with words that echo the desires of what others wish to perceive, a depiction designed to deceive others.
It’s easier to cloak the raw, tumultuous thoughts behind a veneer of polished phrases, to bury the real struggles beneath a facade.
At least if anyone dares to invade your privacy, they will find no ammunition, no secrets to exploit, no vulnerabilities laid bare.
So, here you are again.
//Dear $journal,
The sun isn’t in the sky yet but I can’t seem to sleep so you are seeing me <<if $wjournal is 1>>today. I won’t apologize for abandoning you to collect dust.<<elseif $wjournal is 4>>today. I apologize for not seeing you often.<<else>>earlier than usual today.<</if>>
The faint sounds of the servants have begun to echo through the corridors; their bustling activities indicate an early start to what promises to be an eventful day.
Today marks the return of the Emperor’s son, an occasion demanding meticulous preparation and attention to detail.
I imagine Luceris is already awake torturing poor souls to meet his exact expectations, everything has to be perfect after all.//
It has been almost a year since the night of Duke Falk’s youngest child’s birthday ball, the vivid memories of which still linger in your mind.
Amidst the revelry and elegance of the occasion, it was also the last time you laid eyes on Helios.
You start writing again...
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a]]</span>The pages, once blank and pristine, now hold a treasure trove of your emotions, dreams, fears, and aspirations.
It is comforting to unfurl the complexities of your inner world onto these pages.
Regularly visiting the pages feels like conversing with an old friend who never judges, always listens.
So, here you are again.
//Dear $journal,
The sun isn’t in the sky yet but I can’t seem to sleep so you are seeing me <<if $wjournal is 1>>today. I won’t apologize for abandoning you to collect dust.<<elseif $wjournal is 4>>today. I apologize for not seeing you often.<<else>>earlier than usual today.<</if>>
The faint sounds of the servants have begun to echo through the corridors; their bustling activities indicate an early start to what promises to be an eventful day.
Today marks the return of the Emperor’s son, an occasion demanding meticulous preparation and attention to detail.
I imagine Luceris is already awake torturing poor souls to meet his exact expectations, everything has to be perfect after all.//
It has been almost a year since the night of Duke Falk’s youngest child’s birthday ball, the vivid memories of which still linger in your mind.
Amidst the revelry and elegance of the occasion, it was also the last time you laid eyes on Helios.
You start writing again…
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a]]</span>It’s not for lack of desire that your journal remains largely untouched; rather, time is a luxury.
The thought lingers—had the clock been more forgiving, you might have indulged Lady Naima’s counsel and poured your feelings out onto these pages.
Today, you have time so here you are.
//Dear $journal,
The sun isn’t in the sky yet but I can’t seem to sleep so you are seeing me <<if $wjournal is 1>>today. I won’t apologize for abandoning you to collect dust.<<elseif $wjournal is 4>>today. I apologize for not seeing you often.<<else>>earlier than usual today.<</if>>
The faint sounds of the servants have begun to echo through the corridors; their bustling activities indicate an early start to what promises to be an eventful day.
Today marks the return of the Emperor’s son, an occasion demanding meticulous preparation and attention to detail.
I imagine Luceris is already awake torturing poor souls to meet his exact expectations, everything has to be perfect after all.//
It has been almost a year since the night of Duke Falk’s youngest child’s birthday ball, the vivid memories of which still linger in your mind.
Amidst the revelry and elegance of the occasion, it was also the last time you laid eyes on Helios.
You start writing again…
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a]]</span>Frequently, you fill the pages of your journal, chronicling the mundane details of your life.
Within those lines, you meticulously detail the happenings of your day, the places you visited, the conversations exchanged, and the meals savored. Yet, your innermost feelings and thoughts remain clearly absent, as if held back by an invisible barrier.
Even so, here you are.
//Dear $journal,
The sun isn’t in the sky yet but I can’t seem to sleep so you are seeing me <<if $wjournal is 1>>today. I won’t apologize for abandoning you to collect dust.<<elseif $wjournal is 4>>today. I apologize for not seeing you often.<<else>>earlier than usual today.<</if>>
The faint sounds of the servants have begun to echo through the corridors; their bustling activities indicate an early start to what promises to be an eventful day.
Today marks the return of the Emperor’s son, an occasion demanding meticulous preparation and attention to detail.
I imagine Luceris is already awake torturing poor souls to meet his exact expectations, everything has to be perfect after all.//
It has been almost a year since the night of Duke Falk’s youngest child’s birthday ball, the vivid memories of which still linger in your mind.
Amidst the revelry and elegance of the occasion, it was also the last time you laid eyes on Helios.
You start writing again…
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again. (lie)|ch3-13b][$ch3seeHelios to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[I am not looking forward to seeing him again.|ch3-13a]]</span><<if $wjournal is 2>>Usually you lie when you write in this journal but today you wrote what you truly feel.<<else>>You write what you truly feel.<</if>>
<<if $helgiftyes is true>>You ponder whether Helios will remember to bring with him what you requested. From what you know of Helios, he does keep his promises.
<</if>>//And of course, with Helios, Hunter returns as well.
Aside from those two, the army is scheduled to return within the next day or two.
Accompanying the troops, some members of the royal family from Norazaan plan to arrive as well. Their visit aims to express gratitude for the unwavering support extended by Rosea during their time of need.//
The war in Norazaan was brief, lasting a mere two years, largely attributed to the swift aid provided by Rosea.
The decision to support Norazaan was particularly unexpected given their allegiance to Vesphire, your home kingdom.
Luceris’ willingness to extend assistance to Norazaan, despite their alliance with Vesphire, was a gracious act, considering he could have easily denied their plea for help.
This act of support bestowed a considerable debt of gratitude upon Norazaan.
Upon their arrival, the delegation from Norazaan will take up residence in the Jewel of the Palace—the palace where you reside.
Reflecting on past encounters, you realize it has been over a decade since you last met the King of Norazaan.
A lot has changed since then.
//During their stay in Rosea, Luceris wants me to take care of them.//
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re alright with the way things are, you will make sure they have a pleasant time.|ch3-15][$goodwelc to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not quite happy with the way things are so you will be as unwelcoming as possible.|ch3-15][$badwelc to true]]</span><<if $wjournal is not 2>>Although you don’t usually lie to your journal, you can’t seem to bring yourself to say how you truly feel about this situation.<<else>>True to yourself, you lie as you write.<</if>>
<<if $helgiftyes is true>>You ponder whether Helios will remember to bring with him what you requested. From what you know of Helios, he does keep his promises.
<</if>>//And of course, with Helios, Hunter returns as well.
Aside from those two, the army is scheduled to return within the next day or two.
Accompanying the troops, some members of the royal family from Norazaan plan to arrive as well. Their visit aims to express gratitude for the unwavering support extended by Rosea during their time of need.//
The war in Norazaan was brief, lasting a mere two years, largely attributed to the swift aid provided by Rosea.
The decision to support Norazaan was particularly unexpected given their allegiance to Vesphire, your home kingdom.
Luceris’ willingness to extend assistance to Norazaan, despite their alliance with Vesphire, was a gracious act, considering he could have easily denied their plea for help.
This act of support bestowed a considerable debt of gratitude upon Norazaan.
Upon their arrival, the delegation from Norazaan will take up residence in the Jewel of the Palace—the palace where you reside.
Reflecting on past encounters, you realize it has been over a decade since you last met the King of Norazaan.
A lot has changed since then.
//During their stay in Rosea, Luceris wants me to take care of them.//
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re alright with the way things are, you will make sure they have a pleasant time.|ch3-15][$goodwelc to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not quite happy with the way things are so you will be as unwelcoming as possible.|ch3-15][$badwelc to true]]</span><<if $goodwelc is true>>You find yourself at ease with the arrangement.
It’s a responsibility you willingly embrace, ensuring the delegation from Norazaan has a delightful stay in Rosea.<<else>>You find yourself discontent with this arrangement.
Consequently, your approach will be intentionally unwelcoming, determined to exhibit a demeanor that keeps them at arm’s length.<</if>>
As you finish your final words in the journal, you carefully set it aside.
Gently, you place a soft blanket over the lamp housing those luminescent creatures that emit a subtle glow, creating a cozy and dim ambiance within the room.
A yawn escapes your lips, a telltale sign that sleep beckons. With a gentle sigh, you allow yourself to succumb to the drowsiness that writing has summoned.
Adjusting the blanket around you for warmth and comfort, you finally surrender to the embrace of slumber, bidding goodnight to the now sleeping creatures in the lamp.
[[Continue.|ch3-16]]The next time you wake up, the sun is already dancing quite high in the sky.
With a languid stretch, you rise from the comfort of your bed, the sheets reluctantly releasing their hold on you. A gentle urge nudges you toward the window, enticing you to peer outside and immerse yourself in the world beyond your room’s confines. Each step across the polished marble floor creates a soft echo, the surface is cold beneath your feet.
As you approach the window, the sun’s rays paint warmth onto your skin, despite the month of Kataris heralding the end of summer. It is said that during Kataris, nature scorches in mourning for the departed gods and their blessings.
The sunlight feels harsh against your skin, prompting you to draw away, pulling the curtains shut to shield yourself from its intense heat.
However, the sun’s touch has already left its mark, and the yearning for the cooling embrace of water becomes irresistible. With a determined motion, you reach for the bell resting on the nearby table, its delicate chime signaling your need for a servant.
Almost right after you ring the bell, the door opens and a servant enters. bowing respectfully.
“Good morning, Your Majesty.”
<<if $servant_rs gte 50>>“Good morning,” you reply with a faint smile, acknowledging the servant’s presence. “Is the bath being prepared?”<<else>>“Good morning,” you reply, acknowledging the servant’s presence. “Is the bath being prepared?”<</if>>
The servant nods, “Yes, Your Majesty. The bath is being readied as we speak. If you’d like, I can escort you there.”
You offer a nod in response. “That would be appreciated.”
As you step out of the room, the sheer dedication poured into the preparations becomes vividly apparent. The flowers decorate the doors, the windows, and even the floor itself.
Finally, you arrive at the bathing chamber.
The servant gestures toward the water in the large, sunken bath, the fragrant aroma of oils and herbs swirling in the air.
“The bath is ready for Your Majesty.”
You nod before dismissing the servant, and with a sense of relief, you step into the inviting water, letting the cold water envelop you, soothing both body and soul.
You submerge yourself int the water and then come to the surface again.
Your gaze falls upon the reflection in the water, the ripples distorting the image ever so slightly.
[[Some things have changed in the last few years...|ch3-16-5]]The cool, fragrant water envelops you as you recline in the bath, its soothing embrace easing the tension from your muscles. With a tranquil sigh, you run your fingers through the water, relishing the gentle ripples that form in response.
The sensation is calming, almost therapeutic, as if the water holds the secrets to washing away not just the physical grime, but also the weight of everything.
<<if $wjournal is 1>>Being in water feels more calming than writing in a journal ever has, although that might just be because you haven’t written in it often.
So, you have found other ways to deal with your emotions.<<elseif $wjournal is 4>>Being in water feels more calming than writing in a journal ever has, although that might just be because you haven’t written in it often.
So, you have found other ways to deal with your emotions.<<elseif $wjournal is 2>>Being in water feels more calming than writing in a journal ever has, although that might be because you never write the truth in it.
So, you have found other ways to deal with your emotions.<<elseif $wjournal is 5>>Being in water feels more calming than writing in a journal ever has, although that might be because you do not write your feelings in it.
Because of that you have found other ways to deal with your emotions.<<elseif $wjournal is 3>>Being in the water feels just as calming as writing in your journal.
Nonetheless, you have found other ways to deal with your emotions.<</if>>
After you are done with your bath, you rise from the bath, droplets cascading down your skin, leaving a trail of glistening moisture in their wake. You wrap yourself in a towel and ring the bell once more, signaling the servants.
A different servant enters the chamber, their eyes lowered, a sign of deference to your station.
In her arms is your outfit for the day…
<span class="choice-normal">[[A long shirt and robe, paired with loose pants. This is typically seen as more masculine clothing.|ch3-18][$clothingstyle to "male"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A flowing dress and skirt. This is typically seen as more feminine clothing.|ch3-18][$clothingstyle to "female"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A loose tunic and pants, not particularly seen as masculine or feminine.|ch3-18][$clothingstyle to "neutral"]]</span>It is in the usual colors you wear…
<span class="choice-normal">[[The colors of Vesphire, red and gold.|ch3-19][$clothingcolor to "Vesphire"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The colors of Rosea, blue, and silver.|ch3-19][$clothingcolor to "Rosea"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[White, the color of mourning.|ch3-19m][$clothingcolor to "mourning"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Dark colors.|ch3-19][$clothingcolor to "dark"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Calm and soft colors, such as pastels.|ch3-19][$clothingcolor to "pastel"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bright colors.|ch3-19][$clothingcolor to "bright"]]</span>When you return to your room, you see the tray of breakfast on the table adorned with an array of delicacies tailored to combat the sweltering heat prevailing outside.
You remember the “advice” Luceris had once given you. He claimed that consuming spicier foods during scorching weather would somehow induce a sense of coolness. A hint of skepticism lingers within you, suspecting that it was some sort of self inflicted torture instead.
With each passing year, your adaptation to the climate of Rosea has grown more resilient. However, the blistering heat of Kataris remains a formidable challenge.
There is solace in knowing that this scorching intensity won’t persist indefinitely. Your thoughts drift to the imminent change—a shift in the season marked by the arrival of the colder winds.
While you savor each bite of your meal, your mind wanders toward the imminent arrival of Helios and Hunter. From what you have been told, they will most likely arrive well before noon, which is now around three hours away.
Your daily classes, once an all-consuming endeavor, have gradually tapered off in recent years. Perhaps your tutors no longer have more to teach you.
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Dialog.setup("");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HOBB&COPI").processText());
Dialog.open();
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<</button>>The servant hesitates, as if debating whether to hand your clothes over to you or not. “Your Majesty… May I speak freely?”
<<if $servant_rs gte 50>>You incline your head ever so slightly, a small smile on your face, “Go on.”<<else>>You raise an eyebrow, “Make it quick.”<</if>>
The servant nods, their words tumbling out in a rush, “Today and the next few days are days of celebration, and it would reflect poorly upon you if you were to don a color reserved for mourning. I humbly request for you to reconsider… Any other hue would be more fitting than white.”
The servant keeps their eyes on the ground, not daring to meet your eyes.
It is true that the following days are of celebration, the ambiance would not favor the somberness associated with wearing white.
Thoughts drift toward the potential reactions from Norazaan’s royalty upon witnessing you, the Royal Consort, clad in such a color.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You take their advice.|ch3-19ma][$servant_rs to Math.clamp($servant_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Harshly reject their advice.|ch3-19mb][$servant_rs to Math.clamp($servant_rs - 10, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Gently reject their advice.|ch3-19mc][$servant_rs to Math.clamp($servant_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Alright, bring me other clothes.”<<set $changedcolor to "true">>
The servant swiftly leaves the chamber to retrieve an attire more suitable and soon enough, they reappear, bearing a selection of garments that were carefully chosen.
You survey the array of garments, your fingers trace the fabric of a particular outfit, its hues catching the light in a mesmerizing way.
“I shall wear this.”
The servant nods, relieved at your approval. With practiced efficiency, they assist you in donning the selected attire, ensuring every fold and seam aligns flawlessly.
When you return to your room, you see the tray of breakfast on the table adorned with an array of delicacies tailored to combat the sweltering heat prevailing outside.
You remember the “advice” Luceris had once given you. He claimed that consuming spicier foods during scorching weather would somehow induce a sense of coolness. A hint of skepticism lingers within you, suspecting that it was some sort of self inflicted torture instead.
With each passing year, your adaptation to the climate of Rosea has grown more resilient. However, the blistering heat of Kataris remains a formidable challenge.
There is solace in knowing that this scorching intensity won’t persist indefinitely. Your thoughts drift to the imminent change—a shift in the season marked by the arrival of the colder winds.
While you savor each bite of your meal, your mind wanders toward the imminent arrival of Helios and Hunter. From what you have been told, they will most likely arrive well before noon, which is now around three hours away.
Your daily classes, once an all-consuming endeavor, have gradually tapered off in recent years. Perhaps your tutors no longer have more to teach you.
<<button "To occupy your time you…">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HOBB&COPI").processText());
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<</button>><<set $changedcolor to "false">>Your brows furrow slightly at the servant’s suggestion, a flicker of irritation dancing across your features. “Who are you to dictate my attire? Your duty is not to question, but to serve.”
The servant visibly flinches at the sharpness of your words, their eyes widen momentarily before quickly returning to their respectful, lowered gaze.
“I-I apologize, Your Majesty,” they stammer, their voice barely above a whisper. “It was not my intention to overstep.”
With a composed demeanor, you extend your hand slightly, a silent order for assistance in dressing. The servant, though hesitant after the previous exchange, steps forward hesitantly.
With practiced efficiency, they assist you in donning the selected attire, ensuring every fold and seam aligns flawlessly.
When you return to your room, you see the tray of breakfast on the table adorned with an array of delicacies tailored to combat the sweltering heat prevailing outside.
You remember the “advice” Luceris had once given you. He claimed that consuming spicier foods during scorching weather would somehow induce a sense of coolness. A hint of skepticism lingers within you, suspecting that it was some sort of self inflicted torture instead.
With each passing year, your adaptation to the climate of Rosea has grown more resilient. However, the blistering heat of Kataris remains a formidable challenge.
There is solace in knowing that this scorching intensity won’t persist indefinitely. Your thoughts drift to the imminent change—a shift in the season marked by the arrival of the colder winds.
While you savor each bite of your meal, your mind wanders toward the imminent arrival of Helios and Hunter. From what you have been told, they will most likely arrive well before noon, which is now around three hours away.
Your daily classes, once an all-consuming endeavor, have gradually tapered off in recent years. Perhaps your tutors no longer have more to teach you.
<<button "To occupy your time you…">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HOBB&COPI").processText());
Dialog.open();
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<</button>><<set $changedcolor to "false">>“Thank you for your concern but I’ve made my choice. White holds its own significance for me.”
The servant visibly relaxes at your response, “Of course, Your Majesty. As you wish.”
With practiced efficiency, they assist you in donning the selected attire, ensuring every fold and seam aligns flawlessly.
When you return to your room, you see the tray of breakfast on the table adorned with an array of delicacies tailored to combat the sweltering heat prevailing outside.
You remember the “advice” Luceris had once given you. He claimed that consuming spicier foods during scorching weather would somehow induce a sense of coolness. A hint of skepticism lingers within you, suspecting that it was some sort of self inflicted torture instead.
With each passing year, your adaptation to the climate of Rosea has grown more resilient. However, the blistering heat of Kataris remains a formidable challenge.
There is solace in knowing that this scorching intensity won’t persist indefinitely. Your thoughts drift to the imminent change—a shift in the season marked by the arrival of the colder winds.
While you savor each bite of your meal, your mind wanders toward the imminent arrival of Helios and Hunter. From what you have been told, they will most likely arrive well before noon, which is now around three hours away.
Your daily classes, once an all-consuming endeavor, have gradually tapered off in recent years. Perhaps your tutors no longer have more to teach you.
<<button "To occupy your time you…">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HOBB&COPI").processText());
Dialog.open();
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<</button>>First hobby :
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Baking">> Baking
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Cooking">> Cooking
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Dancing">> Dancing
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Forging weapons">> Forging Weapons
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Gardening">> Gardening
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Hunting">> Hunting
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Painting">> Painting
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Playing instruments">> Playing Instruments
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Reading">> Reading
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Singing">> Singing
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Writing">> Writing
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Next." "2h-1">><</link>></span>Hobby :
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Baking">> Baking
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Cooking">> Cooking
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Dancing">> Dancing
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Forging weapons">> Forging weapons
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Gardening">> Gardening
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Hunting">> Hunting
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Painting">> Painting
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Playing instruments">> Playing instruments
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Reading">> Reading
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Singing">> Singing
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Writing">> Writing
Coping Mechanism:
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking">> Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Excessive oversleeping">> Excessive oversleeping.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">> Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Overextending oneself through excessive work">> Overextending oneself through excessive work.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking">> Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">> Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Neglecting self-care entirely">> Neglecting self-care entirely.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending">> Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending.
<<button 'Confirm'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<run Engine.play("ch3-20")>>
<</button>>
<br>
<br>
<br>Hobby :
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Baking">> Baking
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Cooking">> Cooking
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Dancing">> Dancing
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Forging weapons">> Forging weapons
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Gardening">> Gardening
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Hunting">> Hunting
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Painting">> Painting
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Playing instruments">> Playing instruments
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Reading">> Reading
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Singing">> Singing
<<radiobutton "$hobby1" "Writing">> Writing
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Next." "1h2c-1">><</link>></span>Regrettably, it appears that today won’t grant much respite for indulging in your pastimes. Nevertheless, this quiet moment as you savor your meal presents a brief interlude before the impending bustle.
The final bite signals the end of this brief peace and quiet, and with a last contemplative glance at the half-empty plate, you acknowledge that the momentary peace has been drawn to a close.
Living within the palace confines made you realize that tranquility here is as fleeting as a breath, or perhaps that is the case only for you.
The grand corridors reverberate with a ceaseless parade of duties, audiences, and obligations. Within these gilded walls, solitude remains a cagey luxury, a visitor that rarely graces your presence.
And then, a firm knock reverberates against your door.
“Yes?” Your voice rings out, echoing through the room.
The door creaks open, allowing the guard to peer in respectfully. “Lady Fadiya wishes to speak with Your Majesty,” the guard announces.
“You can let her in.”
With a nod, the guard steps aside, allowing Fadiya to enter the room.
Her waist-length hair is meticulously braided today, cascading down her back, with a few wisps of loose hair at the front, framing her cheerful expression. As she enters, her movements are almost dance-like, each step she takes is light, reminiscent of a carefree fairy in a storybook.
“Your Majesty,” she chirps cheerfully, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You joke, “I was having a meeting with my dead family.”|ch3-20a][$sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “I wasn’t doing anything.”|ch3-20b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You grit your teeth, “My whole day has been wiped clean per the Emperor’s requests.”|ch3-20c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wink, “What could be more important than seeing you?”|ch3-20d][$charm to Math.clamp($charm + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Fadiya’s eyes widen in surprise, her demeanor momentarily faltering at your jest. “I hope you’re joking,” she responds with a playful yet concerned tone, unsure if the statement carried a deeper sentiment.
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, “Of course, Fadiya,” you reassure her, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, “You’re far from interrupting anything of importance. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to see you before Helios and Hunter arrive.”
Leaning in, Fadiya rests her weight on the table, inclining slightly toward you, her expression inquisitive. “Also, why are they preparing this palace?” She gestures towards the grand hall, her hand sweeping across the space. “Shouldn’t they be focusing solely on the main palace?”
“It’s not just about those two,” you reply, “The army is due to return in two days.”
Fadiya emits a subdued groan, a mix of annoyance and resignation, “Don’t remind me of that, I already heard enough about that from Felix. Honestly, the fuss over the army is a bit much.”
Fadiya has been taking care of Felix, Vincent’s younger brother, whenever he visits the palace. Which is quite often these days since Vincent will be returning as well.
“The royal family of Norazaan is accompanying the army,” you explain. “In a gesture of gratitude for the aid Rosea’s army provided during the war.”
Fadiya’s brow furrows briefly in recollection. “Ah, that part slipped my mind,” she admits, her mind seemingly occupied with other thoughts. “I care more about Helios and Hunter’s return than the rest.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at her, “I can see that.”|ch3-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You joke, “I’m being replaced as soon as they arrive huh?”|ch3-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wonder, “Do you think they will look any different?”|ch3-21c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You slump in your chair, “I just want to have some peace and quiet and not have to talk to people other than you.”|ch3-21d][$Fadiya_rs to Math.clamp($Fadiya_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Everything seems to be on hold until Helios and Hunter arrive,” she remarks, acknowledging the anticipation that has slowed the pace of the day.
You nod, “What brings you here?”
“I wanted to see you before they arrive.”
Leaning in, Fadiya rests her weight on the table, inclining slightly toward you, her expression inquisitive. “Also, why are they preparing this palace?” She gestures towards the grand hall, her hand sweeping across the space. “Shouldn’t they be focusing solely on the main palace?”
“It’s not just about those two,” you reply, “The army is due to return in two days.”
Fadiya emits a subdued groan, a mix of annoyance and resignation, “Don’t remind me of that, I already heard enough about that from Felix. Honestly, the fuss over the army is a bit much.”
Fadiya has been taking care of Felix, Vincent’s younger brother, whenever he visits the palace. Which is quite often these days since Vincent will be returning as well.
“The royal family of Norazaan is accompanying the army,” you explain. “In a gesture of gratitude for the aid Rosea’s army provided during the war.”
Fadiya’s brow furrows briefly in recollection. “Ah, that part slipped my mind,” she admits, her mind seemingly occupied with other thoughts. “I care more about Helios and Hunter’s return than the rest.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at her, “I can see that.”|ch3-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You joke, “I’m being replaced as soon as they arrive huh?”|ch3-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wonder, “Do you think they will look any different?”|ch3-21c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You slump in your chair, “I just want to have some peace and quiet and not have to talk to people other than you.”|ch3-21d][$Fadiya_rs to Math.clamp($Fadiya_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Ah, because of Helios and Hunter’s imminent return?” she inquires, catching onto the underlying tension in your voice.
“Yes,” you reply with a resigned grumble. “As you can see, you’re far from interrupting anything of importance. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to see you before Helios and Hunter arrive.”
Leaning in, Fadiya rests her weight on the table, inclining slightly toward you, her expression inquisitive. “Also, why are they preparing this palace?” She gestures towards the grand hall, her hand sweeping across the space. “Shouldn’t they be focusing solely on the main palace?”
“It’s not just about those two,” you reply, “The army is due to return in two days.”
Fadiya emits a subdued groan, a mix of annoyance and resignation, “Don’t remind me of that, I already heard enough about that from Felix. Honestly, the fuss over the army is a bit much.”
Fadiya has been taking care of Felix, Vincent’s younger brother, whenever he visits the palace. Which is quite often these days since Vincent will be returning as well.
“The royal family of Norazaan is accompanying the army,” you explain. “In a gesture of gratitude for the aid Rosea’s army provided during the war.”
Fadiya’s brow furrows briefly in recollection. “Ah, that part slipped my mind,” she admits, her mind seemingly occupied with other thoughts. “I care more about Helios and Hunter’s return than the rest.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at her, “I can see that.”|ch3-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You joke, “I’m being replaced as soon as they arrive huh?”|ch3-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wonder, “Do you think they will look any different?”|ch3-21c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You slump in your chair, “I just want to have some peace and quiet and not have to talk to people other than you.”|ch3-21d][$Fadiya_rs to Math.clamp($Fadiya_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Fadiya rolls her eyes in mock exasperation, a playful gesture accompanied by an amused smile gracing her lips. “I believe you.”
You chuckle, “As you can see, you’re far from interrupting anything of importance. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to see you before Helios and Hunter arrive.”
Leaning in, Fadiya rests her weight on the table, inclining slightly toward you, her expression inquisitive. “Also, why are they preparing this palace?” She gestures towards the grand hall, her hand sweeping across the space. “Shouldn’t they be focusing solely on the main palace?”
“It’s not just about those two,” you reply, “The army is due to return in two days.”
Fadiya emits a subdued groan, a mix of annoyance and resignation, “Don’t remind me of that, I already heard enough about that from Felix. Honestly, the fuss over the army is a bit much.”
Fadiya has been taking care of Felix, Vincent’s younger brother, whenever he visits the palace. Which is quite often these days since Vincent will be returning as well.
“The royal family of Norazaan is accompanying the army,” you explain. “In a gesture of gratitude for the aid Rosea’s army provided during the war.”
Fadiya’s brow furrows briefly in recollection. “Ah, that part slipped my mind,” she admits, her mind seemingly occupied with other thoughts. “I care more about Helios and Hunter’s return than the rest.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at her, “I can see that.”|ch3-21a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You joke, “I’m being replaced as soon as they arrive huh?”|ch3-21b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wonder, “Do you think they will look any different?”|ch3-21c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You slump in your chair, “I just want to have some peace and quiet and not have to talk to people other than you.”|ch3-21d][$Fadiya_rs to Math.clamp($Fadiya_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span><<run Dialog.setup("Special Indications");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("symbolexplanation").processText());
Dialog.open();>>Fadiya narrows her eyes in mock offense. “What? Can’t I be excited without scrutiny?”
With a nonchalant shrug, you maintain your composed demeanor. "I didn’t imply otherwise.”
“Come on,” she urges, “Tell me honestly, aren’t you even a little bit excited about seeing them again?”
<<if $ch3seeHelios is "true">>You are looking forward to seeing Helios again.
Who wouldn’t with the way everyone has been speaking of his return for weeks?<<else>>Even though everyone seems to be looking forward to the prince’s return, you feel differently.<</if>>
Regarding Hunter…
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are looking forward to Hunter’s return, " + $H_heshe + " is a good friend of yours."|ch3-22a][$Hunter_rs to 60]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are not particularly close with Hunter so you don’t care about " + $H_hisher + " return."|ch3-22b][$notlfh to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should but you keep it a secret.|ch3-22c][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should and it is completely obvious.|ch3-22d][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span><<run Dialog.setup("Special Indications");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("symbolexplanation").processText());
Dialog.open();>>Fadiya shoots you a pointed look, her expression a mix of playful reproach and sincerity. “Don’t be ridiculous. None of you can replace each other,”
A chuckle escapes your lips. “Well, thanks for the reassurance,” you respond, appreciating the comfort in her words.
“Come on,” she urges, “Tell me honestly, aren’t you even a little bit excited about seeing them again?”
<<if $ch3seeHelios is "true">>You are looking forward to seeing Helios again.
Who wouldn’t with the way everyone has been speaking of his return for weeks?<<else>>Even though everyone seems to be looking forward to the prince’s return, you feel differently.<</if>>
Regarding Hunter…
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are looking forward to Hunter’s return, " + $H_heshe + " is a good friend of yours."|ch3-22a][$Hunter_rs to 60]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are not particularly close with Hunter so you don’t care about " + $H_hisher + " return."|ch3-22b][$notlfh to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should but you keep it a secret.|ch3-22c][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should and it is completely obvious.|ch3-22d][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span><<run Dialog.setup("Special Indications");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("symbolexplanation").processText());
Dialog.open();>>“I should be asking you that. You saw them last year but I didn’t get to because I was sick.”
“They didn’t look any different to me.” you respond, recalling your last encounter with the two.
Fadiya hums thoughtfully. “We’ll find out in an hour or two,” she remarks, a hint of anticipation in her voice. “Tell me honestly, aren’t you even a little bit excited about seeing them again?”
<<if $ch3seeHelios is "true">>You are looking forward to seeing Helios again.
Who wouldn’t with the way everyone has been speaking of his return for weeks?<<else>>Even though everyone seems to be looking forward to the prince’s return, you feel differently.<</if>>
Regarding Hunter…
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are looking forward to Hunter’s return, " + $H_heshe + " is a good friend of yours."|ch3-22a][$Hunter_rs to 60]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are not particularly close with Hunter so you don’t care about " + $H_hisher + " return."|ch3-22b][$notlfh to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should but you keep it a secret.|ch3-22c][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should and it is completely obvious.|ch3-22d][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span><<run Dialog.setup("Special Indications");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("symbolexplanation").processText());
Dialog.open();>>Fadiya’s laughter rings through the room, “If you ever yearn for an escape, we could easily vanish for a few hours,” she suggests mischievously.
You roll your eyes, “As if that is possible. With the army’s return looming, I’m certain Luceris wouldn’t hesitate to dispatch the troops in search of me if I were to disappear.”
Shaking her head in amusement, Fadiya smiles. “Tell me honestly, aren’t you even a little bit excited about seeing them again?”
<<if $ch3seeHelios is "true">>You are looking forward to seeing Helios again.
Who wouldn’t with the way everyone has been speaking of his return for weeks?<<else>>Even though everyone seems to be looking forward to the prince’s return, you feel differently.<</if>>
Regarding Hunter...
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are looking forward to Hunter’s return, " + $H_heshe + " is a good friend of yours."|ch3-22a][$Hunter_rs to 60]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["You are not particularly close with Hunter so you don’t care about " + $H_hisher + " return."|ch3-22b][$notlfh to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should but you keep it a secret.|ch3-22c][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You are looking forward to Hunter’s return. After all, you like Hunter a little more than you should and it is completely obvious.|ch3-22d][$Hunter_rs to 70]] 💗</span>“Perhaps just a little,” you admit, a genuine smile gracing your lips as thoughts of Hunter’s return stir a sense of warmth within you. “Hunter’s a good friend, after all.”
“Exactly.” she chimes in, “Having everyone back will certainly liven things up, except for Vincent, of course.”
It is no secret that Fadiya harbors a palpable disdain for Vincent, largely stemming from past unpleasant interactions.
With Vincent being part of the army dispatched to assist Norazaan during the war, his return is anticipated along with the other soldiers.
However, despite personal misgivings, you can’t help but acknowledge Vincent’s role in the war’s success.
Talks of him potentially ascending to the esteemed position of General of the Imperial Army had been circulating long before his deployment. Now, with the favorable outcome of the war connected to his actions, those discussions seem more plausible.
“$name, look,” Fadiya’s gentle touch on your shoulder draws your attention, her other hand pointing towards the window.
Your gaze follows her gesture, and there, perched on the windowsill, is a pristine white pigeon.
Fadiya emits soft, melodious sounds, a gentle call meant to entice the pigeon closer.
The people of Rosea often rear pigeons, making their frequent presence a common sight throughout the day. However, never before has one graced your window in such a manner.
“How lovely. Someone must really care for you, hm?” Fadiya coos to the pigeon in a playful tone, engaging in an impromptu conversation with the feathered visitor. The pigeon responds with a series of chirps, seemingly conversing in its own way.
The pigeon flies from the window stool and lands gracefully on the table, directly in front of Fadiya.
Some years before it might have surprised you to see how easily animals trust Fadiya but now it is something you are used to.
As she continues to engage with the pigeon, a sense of wonderment flickers across her features, her joy palpable, contagious even.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A mage is your friend, that is something little you would have never expected.|ch3-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret.|ch3-24b][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious.|ch3-24c][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span><<set $cchunter to "true">><<set $cchsecret to "true">>You don’t know when or how but somewhere along the way you started liking Hunter as more than just a friend. However, this sentiment you harbor for Hunter remains tightly veiled, concealed in the layers of your heart.
Your emotions, carefully guarded, are locked away, hidden from prying eyes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Except Fadiya, you’ve spoken to her about your feelings before.|ch3-23a][$ofk to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Except Fadiya and Lancelot, you’ve spoken to them about your feelings before.|ch3-23b][$oflk to true]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[When you say no one knows, you mean it.|ch3-23c]]</span><<set $Hunter_rs to 50>>A contemplative expression crosses your face as Fadiya’s inquiry lingers in the air. “Excitement might be a stretch,” you respond thoughtfully, “I have never been particularly close with either of them.”
Fadiya nods, “At least you have me here. You would be incredibly bored without me, can you imagine if you had to deal with Vincent alone?”
It is no secret that Fadiya harbors a palpable disdain for Vincent, largely stemming from past unpleasant interactions.
With Vincent being part of the army dispatched to assist Norazaan during the war, his return is anticipated along with the other soldiers.
However, despite personal misgivings, you can’t help but acknowledge Vincent’s role in the war’s success.
Talks of him potentially ascending to the esteemed position of General of the Imperial Army had been circulating long before his deployment. Now, with the favorable outcome of the war connected to his actions, those discussions seem more plausible.
“$name, look,” Fadiya’s gentle touch on your shoulder draws your attention, her other hand pointing towards the window.
Your gaze follows her gesture, and there, perched on the windowsill, is a pristine white pigeon.
Fadiya emits soft, melodious sounds, a gentle call meant to entice the pigeon closer.
The people of Rosea often rear pigeons, making their frequent presence a common sight throughout the day. However, never before has one graced your window in such a manner.
“How lovely. Someone must really care for you, hm?” Fadiya coos to the pigeon in a playful tone, engaging in an impromptu conversation with the feathered visitor. The pigeon responds with a series of chirps, seemingly conversing in its own way.
The pigeon flies from the window stool and lands gracefully on the table, directly in front of Fadiya.
Some years before it might have surprised you to see how easily animals trust Fadiya but now it is something you are used to.
As she continues to engage with the pigeon, a sense of wonderment flickers across her features, her joy palpable, contagious even.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A mage is your friend, that is something little you would have never expected.|ch3-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret.|ch3-24b][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious.|ch3-24c][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span><<set $cchunter to "true">><<set $cchobvi to "true">>You don’t know when or how but somewhere along the way you started liking Hunter as more than just a friend.
The notion of hiding these sentiments you harbor for Hunter seems impossible; the intensity of these emotions feels as though it’s written across your very being.
You’re convinced that the transparency of your feelings is apparent to everyone around you.
“Perhaps just a little,” you admit, a genuine smile gracing your lips as thoughts of Hunter’s return stir a sense of warmth within you.
“Right, just a little.” Fadiya emphasizes “little” with a teasing smile but doesn’t say much more. “Having everyone back will certainly liven things up, except for Vincent, of course.”
It is no secret that Fadiya harbors a palpable disdain for Vincent, largely stemming from past unpleasant interactions.
With Vincent being part of the army dispatched to assist Norazaan during the war, his return is anticipated along with the other soldiers.
However, despite personal misgivings, you can’t help but acknowledge Vincent’s role in the war’s success.
Talks of him potentially ascending to the esteemed position of General of the Imperial Army had been circulating long before his deployment. Now, with the favorable outcome of the war connected to his actions, those discussions seem more plausible.
“$name, look,” Fadiya’s gentle touch on your shoulder draws your attention, her other hand pointing towards the window.
Your gaze follows her gesture, and there, perched on the windowsill, is a pristine white pigeon.
Fadiya emits soft, melodious sounds, a gentle call meant to entice the pigeon closer.
The people of Rosea often rear pigeons, making their frequent presence a common sight throughout the day. However, never before has one graced your window in such a manner.
“How lovely. Someone must really care for you, hm?” Fadiya coos to the pigeon in a playful tone, engaging in an impromptu conversation with the feathered visitor. The pigeon responds with a series of chirps, seemingly conversing in its own way.
The pigeon flies from the window stool and lands gracefully on the table, directly in front of Fadiya.
Some years before it might have surprised you to see how easily animals trust Fadiya but now it is something you are used to.
As she continues to engage with the pigeon, a sense of wonderment flickers across her features, her joy palpable, contagious even.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A mage is your friend, that is something little you would have never expected.|ch3-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret.|ch3-24b][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious.|ch3-24c][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>“Perhaps just a little,” you admit, a genuine smile gracing your lips as thoughts of Hunter’s return stir a sense of warmth within you. “Hunter’s a good friend, after all.”
You couldn’t keep it a secret from her, after all she is your friend.
“Right, friends.” Fadiya emphasizes “friend” with a teasing smile but doesn’t say much more. “Having everyone back will certainly liven things up, except for Vincent, of course.”
It is no secret that Fadiya harbors a palpable disdain for Vincent, largely stemming from past unpleasant interactions.
With Vincent being part of the army dispatched to assist Norazaan during the war, his return is anticipated along with the other soldiers.
However, despite personal misgivings, you can’t help but acknowledge Vincent’s role in the war’s success.
Talks of him potentially ascending to the esteemed position of General of the Imperial Army had been circulating long before his deployment. Now, with the favorable outcome of the war connected to his actions, those discussions seem more plausible.
“$name, look,” Fadiya’s gentle touch on your shoulder draws your attention, her other hand pointing towards the window.
Your gaze follows her gesture, and there, perched on the windowsill, is a pristine white pigeon.
Fadiya emits soft, melodious sounds, a gentle call meant to entice the pigeon closer.
The people of Rosea often rear pigeons, making their frequent presence a common sight throughout the day. However, never before has one graced your window in such a manner.
“How lovely. Someone must really care for you, hm?” Fadiya coos to the pigeon in a playful tone, engaging in an impromptu conversation with the feathered visitor. The pigeon responds with a series of chirps, seemingly conversing in its own way.
The pigeon flies from the window stool and lands gracefully on the table, directly in front of Fadiya.
Some years before it might have surprised you to see how easily animals trust Fadiya but now it is something you are used to.
As she continues to engage with the pigeon, a sense of wonderment flickers across her features, her joy palpable, contagious even.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A mage is your friend, that is something little you would have never expected.|ch3-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret.|ch3-24b][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious.|ch3-24c][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>“Perhaps just a little,” you admit, a genuine smile gracing your lips as thoughts of Hunter’s return stir a sense of warmth within you. “Hunter’s a good friend, after all.”
You couldn’t keep it a secret from her, after all she is your friend.
“Right, friends.” Fadiya emphasizes “friend” with a teasing smile but doesn’t say much more. “Having everyone back will certainly liven things up, except for Vincent, of course.”
It is no secret that Fadiya harbors a palpable disdain for Vincent, largely stemming from past unpleasant interactions.
With Vincent being part of the army dispatched to assist Norazaan during the war, his return is anticipated along with the other soldiers.
However, despite personal misgivings, you can’t help but acknowledge Vincent’s role in the war’s success.
Talks of him potentially ascending to the esteemed position of General of the Imperial Army had been circulating long before his deployment. Now, with the favorable outcome of the war connected to his actions, those discussions seem more plausible.
“$name, look,” Fadiya’s gentle touch on your shoulder draws your attention, her other hand pointing towards the window.
Your gaze follows her gesture, and there, perched on the windowsill, is a pristine white pigeon.
Fadiya emits soft, melodious sounds, a gentle call meant to entice the pigeon closer.
The people of Rosea often rear pigeons, making their frequent presence a common sight throughout the day. However, never before has one graced your window in such a manner.
“How lovely. Someone must really care for you, hm?” Fadiya coos to the pigeon in a playful tone, engaging in an impromptu conversation with the feathered visitor. The pigeon responds with a series of chirps, seemingly conversing in its own way.
The pigeon flies from the window stool and lands gracefully on the table, directly in front of Fadiya.
Some years before it might have surprised you to see how easily animals trust Fadiya but now it is something you are used to.
As she continues to engage with the pigeon, a sense of wonderment flickers across her features, her joy palpable, contagious even.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A mage is your friend, that is something little you would have never expected.|ch3-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret.|ch3-24b][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious.|ch3-24c][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>“Perhaps just a little,” you admit, a genuine smile gracing your lips as thoughts of Hunter’s return stir a sense of warmth within you. “Hunter’s a good friend, after all.”
“Exactly.” she chimes in, “Having everyone back will certainly liven things up, except for Vincent, of course.”
It is no secret that Fadiya harbors a palpable disdain for Vincent, largely stemming from past unpleasant interactions.
With Vincent being part of the army dispatched to assist Norazaan during the war, his return is anticipated along with the other soldiers.
However, despite personal misgivings, you can’t help but acknowledge Vincent’s role in the war’s success.
Talks of him potentially ascending to the esteemed position of General of the Imperial Army had been circulating long before his deployment. Now, with the favorable outcome of the war connected to his actions, those discussions seem more plausible.
“$name, look,” Fadiya’s gentle touch on your shoulder draws your attention, her other hand pointing towards the window.
Your gaze follows her gesture, and there, perched on the windowsill, is a pristine white pigeon.
Fadiya emits soft, melodious sounds, a gentle call meant to entice the pigeon closer.
The people of Rosea often rear pigeons, making their frequent presence a common sight throughout the day. However, never before has one graced your window in such a manner.
“How lovely. Someone must really care for you, hm?” Fadiya coos to the pigeon in a playful tone, engaging in an impromptu conversation with the feathered visitor. The pigeon responds with a series of chirps, seemingly conversing in its own way.
The pigeon flies from the window stool and lands gracefully on the table, directly in front of Fadiya.
Some years before it might have surprised you to see how easily animals trust Fadiya but now it is something you are used to.
As she continues to engage with the pigeon, a sense of wonderment flickers across her features, her joy palpable, contagious even.
<span class="choice-normal">[[A mage is your friend, that is something little you would have never expected.|ch3-24a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, but you keep these emotions a secret.|ch3-24b][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">><s>You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious. 💗</s><<else>>[[You like Fadiya a lot more than a friend should, and you make it quite obvious.|ch3-24c][$ccfadiya to "true"]] 💗<</if>></span><<set $ccfsecret to "true">>Unbeknownst to her, your feelings for her extend beyond the boundaries of mere friendship, a realization you’ve kept shrouded in the deepest recesses of your heart.
The warmth that envelops you in her presence goes beyond friendship, stirring emotions that dance along the edge of something more profound.
There is an unspoken tenderness in the way you observe her, taking note of every detail—her lively amber eyes illuminated by the gentle light and the way her laughter floats like music.
Though these emotions reside within you, they remain a secret, carefully guarded and shielded from prying eyes.
A firm knock reverberates against your door.
“Yes?”
“The Emperor requests Your Majesty’s presence,” the guard announces.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Duty calls.”|ch3-25]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What does he want now?”|ch3-25]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose that’s the end of my peace and quiet.”|ch3-25]]</span>Having a mage like Fadiya as a friend is something you would have considered improbable, even otherworldly, in the days of your youth.
Yet here you are, embraced by the friendship of someone who embodies magic not just in her abilities but in her very essence.
A firm knock reverberates against your door.
“Yes?”
“The Emperor requests Your Majesty’s presence,” the guard announces.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Duty calls.”|ch3-25]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What does he want now?”|ch3-25]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose that’s the end of my peace and quiet.”|ch3-25]]</span><<set $ccfobvi to "true">>Unbeknownst to her, your feelings for her extend beyond the boundaries of mere friendship, a realization you haven’t tried to hide.
The warmth that envelops you in her presence goes beyond friendship, stirring emotions that dance along the edge of something more profound.
There is an unspoken tenderness in the way you observe her, taking note of every detail—her lively amber eyes illuminated by the gentle light and the way her laughter floats like music.
Yet, as you playfully flirt with her, dropping hints and casting teasing smiles her way, Fadiya remains blissfully unaware.
Your heartbeats quicken in her presence, hoping she might notice the subtle nuances in your interactions. It seems evident to everyone around—servants, her mother, even the pigeon on the table—that you like Fadiya.
You wonder when, or if, she will realize the depth of your fondness for her.
A firm knock reverberates against your door.
“Yes?”
“The Emperor requests Your Majesty’s presence,” the guard announces.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Duty calls.”|ch3-25]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What does he want now?”|ch3-25]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I suppose that’s the end of my peace and quiet.”|ch3-25]]</span>Fadiya, noticing your reluctance, offers a sympathetic smile, understanding the inevitable intrusion of your obligations.
With a graceful motion, she rises from her seat, cradling the pigeon in her arms with a tender gentleness that is typical of her.
“I will see you later, alright?” she says softly, her amber eyes glinting with understanding and warmth as she affectionately pets the pigeon’s head.
You nod in acknowledgment, and watch her leave. As she leaves, the door softly closes behind her, signaling the end of your tranquility.
[[Continue.|ch3--25]]As you stand before the imposing door to the Council Chamber, memories flood back to the first time you confronted this door. It loomed over you then, a colossal barrier that seemed to dwarf your very existence.
But now, as you gaze upon it, the door appears different—mundane, almost inconsequential. It is no longer a foreboding entity but simply a piece of wood and iron.
Your contemplation is interrupted by the guard’s assertive knock against the door. With a composed demeanor, the guard announces your arrival to Luceris, signaling your compliance with the summons.
“Come in!”
As the door swings open wider, you step into the chamber. Your eyes land upon Luceris seated at the head of the table, occupying the leader’s chair with an air of authority.
His short white hair is impeccably styled, and his pale blue eyes exude a measured sense of command. Luceris appears more refined than usual, evident in the meticulous attention he has taken to present himself well for his son’s arrival.
Seated beside Luceris, Lancelot appears visibly worn, his long black hair slightly disheveled, hanging untamed around his shoulders. Deep blue eyes, usually sharp and alert, now have a hint of weariness.
It must be hard dealing with Luceris all the time.<<if $changedcolor is "true">>
His gaze flickers over your attire, a raised eyebrow indicating his observation. “You’re not wearing white.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Your eyes work, congratulations.”|ch3-25a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I was advised that it would be better to wear another color.”|ch3-25a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m going back to wearing white tomorrow.”|ch3-25a]]</span><<else>>
“It took you long enough to get here.” Luceris remarks with a touch of sarcasm, “I was almost worried you got lost, bird.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “My apologies for making you almost worry.”|ch3-26a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be sarcastic, “You’re so thoughtful it almost brought me to tears.”|ch3-26b][$sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get straight to the point, “What do you want?”|ch3-26c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make him uncomfortable, “I could never ignore your summons, my husband.”|ch3-26d][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do not call me that.”|ch3-26e]]</span><</if>>Luceris chuckles softly at your reply. “Perhaps it’s a welcome change; people might assume you’ve taken a break from plotting my demise.”
With a fluid motion, he rises from his seat, the regal presence in the room shifting as he stands.
“It took you long enough to get here.” Luceris remarks with a touch of sarcasm, “I was almost worried you got lost, bird.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “My apologies for making you almost worry.”|ch3-26a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be sarcastic, “You’re so thoughtful it almost brought me to tears.”|ch3-26b][$sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get straight to the point, “What do you want?”|ch3-26c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make him uncomfortable, “I could never ignore your summons, my husband.”|ch3-26d][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do not call me that.”|ch3-26e]]</span>As you speak, Luceris rises from his seat, a faint smile gracing his lips as he leisurely strolls toward you.
“This exchange is delightful, truly,” Luceris muses, his tone laced with amusement, “but we should get moving. The courtyard awaits our presence, they will be arriving shortly.”
His excitement is palpable, a subtle anticipation infusing his demeanor as he gracefully moves past you, his hair catching the ambient light as he strides purposefully toward the door, seemingly caught up in his own anticipation, not allowing room for any further discussion.
You release a resigned sigh, accompanied by another eye roll, at Luceris’ unyielding demeanor. “Of course,” you mutter under your breath, a faint hint of exasperation evident in your tone.
Lancelot follows behind the two of you.
“Lancelot, how are the preparations progressing in $name’s palace?” Luceris inquires, glancing over his shoulder toward his Shield as they walk.
“They’re proceeding well. Most of the arrangements should be completed by tonight. Admittedly, we might have started the preparations a bit too early,” Lancelot replies.
“You know,” Luceris continues, his attention shifting toward you, “you should be overseeing such matters. It is your duty.”
“The Council insists that you embrace your role,” he continues, “If you fail to do so, you’ll be considered ineffectual, disposable even.”
He says that but it isn’t as if they are lining up to hand you any real responsibilities.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You are wrong if you think I care.”|ch3-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Let them dispose of me, at least then I will be free.”|ch3-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Since when does what they think matter?”|ch3-27c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell them I will do what they want me to do.”|ch3-27d]]</span>As you speak, Luceris rises from his seat, a faint smile gracing his lips as he leisurely strolls toward you.
“I am delighted you appreciate my thoughtfulness,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone, “but we should get moving. The courtyard awaits our presence; they will be arriving shortly.”
His excitement is palpable, a subtle anticipation infusing his demeanor as he gracefully moves past you, his hair catching the ambient light as he strides purposefully toward the door, seemingly caught up in his own anticipation, not allowing room for any further discussion.
You release a resigned sigh at Luceris’ usual tactics. “Of course,” you mutter under your breath, a faint hint of exasperation evident in your tone.
Lancelot follows behind the two of you.
“Lancelot, how are the preparations progressing in $name’s palace?” Luceris inquires, glancing over his shoulder toward his Shield as they walk.
“They’re proceeding well. Most of the arrangements should be completed by tonight. Admittedly, we might have started the preparations a bit too early,” Lancelot replies.
“You know,” Luceris continues, his attention shifting toward you, “you should be overseeing such matters. It is your duty.”
“The Council insists that you embrace your role,” he continues, “If you fail to do so, you’ll be considered ineffectual, disposable even.”
He says that but it isn’t as if they are lining up to hand you any real responsibilities.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You are wrong if you think I care.”|ch3-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Let them dispose of me, at least then I will be free.”|ch3-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Since when does what they think matter?”|ch3-27c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell them I will do what they want me to do.”|ch3-27d]]</span>As you speak, Luceris, unfazed by your directness, rises from his seat, a faint but knowing smile gracing his lips as he leisurely strolls toward you.
“I wanted us to head toward the courtyard together, they will be arriving soon.”
His excitement is palpable, a subtle anticipation infusing his demeanor as he gracefully moves past you, his hair catching the ambient light as he strides purposefully toward the door, seemingly caught up in his own anticipation, not allowing room for any further discussion.
You release a resigned sigh at Luceris’ usual tactics. “Of course,” you mutter under your breath, a faint hint of exasperation evident in your tone.
Lancelot follows behind the two of you.
“Lancelot, how are the preparations progressing in $name’s palace?” Luceris inquires, glancing over his shoulder toward his Shield as they walk.
“They’re proceeding well. Most of the arrangements should be completed by tonight. Admittedly, we might have started the preparations a bit too early,” Lancelot replies.
“You know,” Luceris continues, his attention shifting toward you, “you should be overseeing such matters. It is your duty.”
“The Council insists that you embrace your role,” he continues, “If you fail to do so, you’ll be considered ineffectual, disposable even.”
He says that but it isn’t as if they are lining up to hand you any real responsibilities.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You are wrong if you think I care.”|ch3-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Let them dispose of me, at least then I will be free.”|ch3-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Since when does what they think matter?”|ch3-27c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell them I will do what they want me to do.”|ch3-27d]]</span>As you speak, Luceris rises from his seat, a frown briefly etching across his features before he dismisses your remark with a shake of his head.
“We should head toward the courtyard, they will be arriving soon.”
His excitement is palpable, a subtle anticipation infusing his demeanor as he gracefully moves past you, his hair catching the ambient light as he strides purposefully toward the door, seemingly caught up in his own anticipation, not allowing room for any further discussion.
You release a resigned sigh at Luceris’ usual tactics. “Of course,” you mutter under your breath, a faint hint of exasperation evident in your tone.
Lancelot follows behind the two of you.
“Lancelot, how are the preparations progressing in $name’s palace?” Luceris inquires, glancing over his shoulder toward his Shield as they walk.
“They’re proceeding well. Most of the arrangements should be completed by tonight. Admittedly, we might have started the preparations a bit too early,” Lancelot replies.
“You know,” Luceris continues, his attention shifting toward you, “you should be overseeing such matters. It is your duty.”
“The Council insists that you embrace your role,” he continues, “If you fail to do so, you’ll be considered ineffectual, disposable even.”
He says that but it isn’t as if they are lining up to hand you any real responsibilities.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You are wrong if you think I care.”|ch3-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Let them dispose of me, at least then I will be free.”|ch3-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Since when does what they think matter?”|ch3-27c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell them I will do what they want me to do.”|ch3-27d]]</span>As you speak, Luceris rises from his seat, a faint smile gracing his lips as he leisurely strolls toward you.
“I can’t do that,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone, “but we should get moving. The courtyard awaits our presence; they will be arriving shortly.”
His excitement is palpable, a subtle anticipation infusing his demeanor as he gracefully moves past you, his hair catching the ambient light as he strides purposefully toward the door, seemingly caught up in his own anticipation, not allowing room for any further discussion.
You release a resigned sigh, accompanied by another eye roll, at Luceris’ unyielding demeanor. “Of course,” you mutter under your breath, a faint hint of exasperation evident in your tone.
Lancelot follows behind the two of you.
“Lancelot, how are the preparations progressing in $name’s palace?” Luceris inquires, glancing over his shoulder toward his Shield as they walk.
“They’re proceeding well. Most of the arrangements should be completed by tonight. Admittedly, we might have started the preparations a bit too early,” Lancelot replies.
“You know,” Luceris continues, his attention shifting toward you, “you should be overseeing such matters. It is your duty.”
“The Council insists that you embrace your role,” he continues, “If you fail to do so, you’ll be considered ineffectual, disposable even.”
He says that but it isn’t as if they are lining up to hand you any real responsibilities.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You are wrong if you think I care.”|ch3-27a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Let them dispose of me, at least then I will be free.”|ch3-27b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Since when does what they think matter?”|ch3-27c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Tell them I will do what they want me to do.”|ch3-27d]]</span>Luceris’ lips twitch, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth in response to your defiance. “Good.”
It is strange. One moment, it seems as if compliance is what he desires, yet the next moment, a subtle shift in his demeanor hints at an opposite sentiment.
When the three of you get to the courtyard, there isn’t a sign of them yet.
Impatience fuels Luceris’ actions, evident in the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the stone pavement right next to you. His agitation betrays his anticipation for their arrival.
“They’ll be here soon, Your Majesty.” Lancelot offers in an attempt to mollify Luceris, his voice is like a soothing balm.
Luceris ceases the tapping and clears his throat. “It’s taking way too long. Perhaps we should move to the gates instead.”
As if in response to his words, the echo of approaching footsteps reverberates through the courtyard. Luceris’ gaze fixes expectantly on the entrance, hope mingling with impatience.
However, the anticipation is short-lived as the newcomer turns out to be a mere servant.
The servant, under the weight of Luceris’ glare, seems to shrink in trepidation, bowing hastily before scurrying off toward the palace.
The next time you hear footsteps, it is multiple along with the clinking of armor.
The courtyard remains silent once more, until the echoing clinks of armor and the synchronized footfalls echo through the air, signaling a more substantial arrival.
[[Continue.|ch3-28]]Luceris’ lips twitch, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth in response to your defiance. “You’re right.”
It is strange. One moment, it seems as if compliance is what he desires, yet the next moment, a subtle shift in his demeanor hints at an opposite sentiment.
When the three of you get to the courtyard, there isn’t a sign of them yet.
Impatience fuels Luceris’ actions, evident in the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the stone pavement right next to you. His agitation betrays his anticipation for their arrival.
“They’ll be here soon, Your Majesty.” Lancelot offers in an attempt to mollify Luceris, his voice is like a soothing balm.
Luceris ceases the tapping and clears his throat. “It’s taking way too long. Perhaps we should move to the gates instead.”
As if in response to his words, the echo of approaching footsteps reverberates through the courtyard. Luceris’ gaze fixes expectantly on the entrance, hope mingling with impatience.
However, the anticipation is short-lived as the newcomer turns out to be a mere servant.
The servant, under the weight of Luceris’ glare, seems to shrink in trepidation, bowing hastily before scurrying off toward the palace.
The next time you hear footsteps, it is multiple along with the clinking of armor.
The courtyard remains silent once more, until the echoing clinks of armor and the synchronized footfalls echo through the air, signaling a more substantial arrival.
[[Continue.|ch3-28]]Luceris’ lips twitch, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth in response to your defiance. “You’re right.”
It is strange. One moment, it seems as if compliance is what he desires, yet the next moment, a subtle shift in his demeanor hints at an opposite sentiment.
When the three of you get to the courtyard, there isn’t a sign of them yet.
Impatience fuels Luceris’ actions, evident in the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the stone pavement right next to you. His agitation betrays his anticipation for their arrival.
“They’ll be here soon, Your Majesty.” Lancelot offers in an attempt to mollify Luceris, his voice is like a soothing balm.
Luceris ceases the tapping and clears his throat. “It’s taking way too long. Perhaps we should move to the gates instead.”
As if in response to his words, the echo of approaching footsteps reverberates through the courtyard. Luceris’ gaze fixes expectantly on the entrance, hope mingling with impatience.
However, the anticipation is short-lived as the newcomer turns out to be a mere servant.
The servant, under the weight of Luceris’ glare, seems to shrink in trepidation, bowing hastily before scurrying off toward the palace.
The next time you hear footsteps, it is multiple along with the clinking of armor.
The courtyard remains silent once more, until the echoing clinks of armor and the synchronized footfalls echo through the air, signaling a more substantial arrival.
[[Continue.|ch3-28]]Luceris’ expression twitches imperceptibly, a faint furrow knitting his brow as he absorbs your reply. His frown, though slight, speaks volumes.
It is strange. One moment, it seems as if compliance is what he desires, yet the next moment, a subtle shift in his demeanor hints at an opposite sentiment.
When the three of you get to the courtyard, there isn’t a sign of them yet.
Impatience fuels Luceris’ actions, evident in the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the stone pavement right next to you. His agitation betrays his anticipation for their arrival.
“They’ll be here soon, Your Majesty.” Lancelot offers in an attempt to mollify Luceris, his voice is like a soothing balm.
Luceris ceases the tapping and clears his throat. “It’s taking way too long. Perhaps we should move to the gates instead.”
As if in response to his words, the echo of approaching footsteps reverberates through the courtyard. Luceris’ gaze fixes expectantly on the entrance, hope mingling with impatience.
However, the anticipation is short-lived as the newcomer turns out to be a mere servant.
The servant, under the weight of Luceris’ glare, seems to shrink in trepidation, bowing hastily before scurrying off toward the palace.
The next time you hear footsteps, it is multiple along with the clinking of armor.
The courtyard remains silent once more, until the echoing clinks of armor and the synchronized footfalls echo through the air, signaling a more substantial arrival.
[[Continue.|ch3-28]]A guard leads the procession, Helios following in tow, flanked by two other guards clad in glistening armor.
Observing Helios, it is impossible not to be struck by the impression that time has failed to leave its customary mark upon him.
His eyes, alight with youthfulness, and his radiant smile remain as vibrant and energetic as they were during your initial encounter, as if time was hesitant to leave a trace. His long, flowing mane of white hair billows around him, an ethereal halo framing his unblemished visage.
Yet, you also notice how he’s starting to resemble Luceris more and more.
The resemblance is uncanny, striking, and almost eerie at times.
Standing beside Luceris, you observe as Helios approaches both of you, that familiar, timeless smile still firmly in place. Luceris wastes no time, pulling his son into a warm embrace, his voice filled with genuine happiness.
“Son,” he begins, “I am happy to see you well.”
“Thank you, father,” Helios replies, his voice filled with warmth. “It is good to be home.”
Luceris steps back, his hands resting on Helios’ shoulders as he studies his son with a mixture of pride and concern. “You’ve been gone for so long, my boy,” he says, his gaze searching Helios’ eyes for answers. “I don’t know how much longer I would have survived without seeing you.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "You grin, “Yes, it is good to have you back, //step-son//.”" "ch3-29a">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[With practiced grace, you curve your lips into a sweet smile, “It is good to have you back, Helios.”|ch3-29b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You genuinely say, “It is good to have you back, Helios.”|ch3-29c][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100), $Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You simply say, “Welcome back.”|ch3-29d][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 3, 0, 10), $Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything.|ch3-29e][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 5, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You roll your eyes, “At least someone is happy about your return.”|ch3-29f][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100), $Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You ask the most important question, “Where’s Hunter?”|ch3-29g]]<<else>><s>You ask the most important question, “Where’s Hunter?”</s><</if>></span><<set $manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)>>With practiced grace, you curve your lips into a sweet smile, a meticulously crafted facade of warmth masking the emotions within. “It is good to have you back, Helios,” you utter, the words flowing effortlessly yet devoid of genuine sentiment.
Helios beams at you, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Helios,” Luceris says, his voice softening, “There’s much we need to discuss.”
Before Luceris can lead Helios inside, Lancelot interrupts, “Where’s Hunter?”
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news, “$E_name decided to join us.”
[[Continue|ch3-30]]Helios beams at you, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Helios,” Luceris says, his voice softening, “There’s much we need to discuss.”
Before Luceris can lead Helios inside, Lancelot interrupts, “Where’s Hunter?”
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news, “$E_name decided to join us.”
[[Continue|ch3-30]]Helios smiles at you, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Helios,” Luceris says, his voice softening, “There’s much we need to discuss.”
Before Luceris can lead Helios inside, Lancelot interrupts, “Where’s Hunter?”
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news, “$E_name decided to join us.”
[[Continue|ch3-30]]Undeterred by your reserved demeanor, Helios turns his attention towards you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “It is good to see you again, Your Majesty.”
“Helios,” Luceris says, his voice softening, “There’s much we need to discuss.”
Before Luceris can lead Helios inside, Lancelot interrupts, “Where’s Hunter?”
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news, “$E_name decided to join us.”
[[Continue|ch3-30]]Helios’ eyes dart between you and Luceris, his smile slightly faltering for a moment before he regains his composure. “It is good to see you again, Your Majesty,” he responds to you with a polite nod.
“Helios,” Luceris says, his voice softening, “There’s much we need to discuss.”
Before Luceris can lead Helios inside, Lancelot interrupts, “Where’s Hunter?”
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news…
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news, “$E_name decided to join us.”
[[Continue|ch3-30]]You can see Luceris raise an eyebrow at your question, hiding a smile with his hand.
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news…
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Eadred decided to join us.”|ch3-30][$E_name to "Eadred", $E_they to "he", $E_them to "him", $E_their to "his", $E_theirs = "his", $E_self to "himself", $E_person to "man", $E_formal to "Lord Eadred"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Eadith decided to join us.”|ch3-30][$E_name to "Eadith", $E_they to "she", $E_them to "her", $E_their to "her", $E_theirs = "hers", $E_self to "herself", $E_person to "woman", $E_formal to "Lady Eadith"]]</span><<set $manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)>>You emphasize the term that always seems to make Helios uncomfortable.
Caught off guard by your deliberate choice of words, Helios shifts uncomfortably on his feet. His eyes dart between you and Luceris, his smile slightly faltering for a moment before he regains his composure.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” he replies, his tone polite but distant.
Luceris, attuned to his son’s unease, notices the mischievous glimmer dancing in your eyes. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face at your grin, but you maintain the sly expression.
“Helios,” Luceris says, his voice softening, “There’s much we need to discuss.”
Eager to stoke the fire a bit more, a playfully wicked glint shines in your eyes. “Indeed, Helios,” you chime in, your voice dripping with faux sweetness, “So many family matters to catch up on.”
Before Luceris can lead Helios inside, Lancelot interrupts, “Where’s Hunter?”
Helios looks over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hunter is… helping someone.”
Turning back to Luceris, Helios delivers another piece of unexpected news, “$E_name decided to join us.”
[[Continue|ch3-30]]Luceris’ expression darkens, a storm brewing in his eyes as he runs a hand through his snow-white hair. “Naturally, $E_they would,” he mutters under his breath, the name leaving a bitter taste on his lips.
You’ve noticed Luceris’ disdain for $E_name, a sentiment not solely tethered to Falk’s involvement; it’s rooted deeper, stemming from $E_name’s overt admiration for Helios, a truth not hidden from anyone.
“Did Falk come with $E_them?” Luceris asks.
“No, no. $E_Their father is still in Vesphire with $E_their older brother.”
Luceris sighs with a hint of relief. “Well at least that.”
With a reassuring hand placed on Helios’ back, Luceris motions toward the grand entrance of the palace, a silent signal for you to join their passage inside. “Lancelot, stay here for Hunter and $E_name, and tell $E_name to join us for lunch. We’ll proceed indoors.”
“I’ll wait,” Lancelot affirms, a nod cementing his commitment to the directive.
Luceris turns to you, his gaze steady, “Come on, $name,” he urges, prompting you to follow them into the palace.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Follow Luceris and Helios.|ch3-31a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay with Lancelot and wait.|ch3-31b]]</span>Following Luceris and Helios through the winding corridors, their brisk steps echoing against the polished walls, leads to Luceris’ office.
“How did Vesphire treat you?” Luceris inquires, breaking the silence with a question, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“It was nice, cold but nice.” Helios says with a shaky laugh. <<if $ch2fire isnot "true">>“How are things with Sir Lancelot?”
“Good,” Luceris smiles gently.
The unspoken connection between Lancelot and Luceris isn’t lost on you.
Throughout the years, an assortment of subtle gestures and unspoken words wove a complicated tangle hinting at a connection that surpassed mere friendship, giving way to something romantic. Yet, the finer nuances and complexities of their connection remain shrouded in mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship.|ch3-31-ll-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 60>>[[You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.|ch3-31-ll-b]]<<else>><s>You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you but you don’t comment on it.|ch3-31-ll-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you and you make a bitter remark on it.|ch3-31-ll-d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship but you do want to irritate Luceris by making remarks about it.|ch3-31-ll-e]]</span><<elseif $ch2fire is "true">>Approaching the threshold of Luceris’ office, Helios leans in, sharing a whispered secret with Luceris, who acknowledges it with a subtle nod of understanding.
With a fluid motion, Luceris grasps the doorknob, ushering the door open to reveal his inner sanctum. Helios steps into the room, closely followed by Luceris.
Before fully immersing himself in the room, Luceris turns toward you, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Perhaps it would be best if you made your way to the dining room,” he suggests, his voice tinged with a subtle suggestion of departure. “Helios and I must attend to certain matters.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you keeping secrets from your spouse?”|ch3-31a-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why can’t I be there?”|ch3-31a-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to hear it too, one would say it is my right as the Royal Consort.”|ch3-31a-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to have lunch together.”|ch3-31a-d]]</span><</if>>Luceris tilts his head as if shrugging and then pats Helios on the back before starting the walk to the palace.
The rays of the sun filter through the leafy canopy above, casting a gentle play of light and shadow upon the cobblestone courtyard. A soft breeze rustles the nearby foliage, the faint scent of blossoms dancing through the air.
Lancelot moves closer to you, standing on your left.
“Are you looking forward to seeing them?” Lancelot asks, referring to Hunter and $E_name.
<<if $notlfh is true>><span class="choice-normal">[[Lie, “I am.”|ch3-31b-ba][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be honest, “Not really.”|ch3-31b-bb][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span><<else>><span class="choice-normal">[[Be honest, “I am.”|ch3-31b-bc][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lie, “I am not.”|ch3-31bd][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span><</if>>Luceris’ gaze darkens, a subtle tension tightening the corners of his eyes as your words hit their mark. A glint of frustration flashes across his face, and his lips press into a thin line. “Refrain from making such remarks," he rebukes sharply, his voice a controlled warning. “Do as you’re told.”
Without further explanation or room for discussion, he abruptly closes the door, leaving you standing outside, the door now shut firmly in your face.
You stand there, for a moment, staring at the door.
Glancing around, you notice the hallway’s emptiness save for the two stationed guards positioned right in front of the office entrance.
The guards maintain an unwavering focus ahead, their stances rigid and professional. It seems like even if you were to accidentally step on their foot or engage in subtle activities, they would maintain their composure without the slightest reaction.
The thought crosses your mind—eavesdropping could be an option. The guards, bound by their duty and protocol, wouldn’t intervene or comment on non-threatening activities within their proximity.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eavesdrop.|ch3-31a-aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go to the dining room.|ch3-31a-ab]]</span>Luceris emits a thoughtful hum before providing a brief response, “It’s a family matter.”
<<if visited("ch3-29a") is 1>>“I am your–”
Without further explanation or room for discussion, he abruptly closes the door, leaving you standing outside, the door now shut firmly in your face.<<else>>Without further explanation or room for discussion, he closes the door, leaving you standing outside, the door now shut firmly in your face.<</if>>
You stand there, for a moment, staring at the door.
Glancing around, you notice the hallway’s emptiness save for the two stationed guards positioned right in front of the office entrance.
The guards maintain an unwavering focus ahead, their stances rigid and professional. It seems like even if you were to accidentally step on their foot or engage in subtle activities, they would maintain their composure without the slightest reaction.
The thought crosses your mind—eavesdropping could be an option. The guards, bound by their duty and protocol, wouldn’t intervene or comment on non-threatening activities within their proximity.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eavesdrop.|ch3-31a-aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go to the dining room.|ch3-31a-ab]]</span>Luceris snorts, “Oh, please. You only have those rights because I gave them to you. This conversation isn’t part of your rights.”
Without further explanation or room for discussion, he closes the door, leaving you standing outside, the door now shut firmly in your face.
You stand there, for a moment, staring at the door.
Glancing around, you notice the hallway’s emptiness save for the two stationed guards positioned right in front of the office entrance.
The guards maintain an unwavering focus ahead, their stances rigid and professional. It seems like even if you were to accidentally step on their foot or engage in subtle activities, they would maintain their composure without the slightest reaction.
The thought crosses your mind—eavesdropping could be an option. The guards, bound by their duty and protocol, wouldn’t intervene or comment on non-threatening activities within their proximity.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eavesdrop.|ch3-31a-aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go to the dining room.|ch3-31a-ab]]</span>Luceris tilts his head slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. “It’s a special occasion. Besides, now with $E_name here, we have to present ourselves well. Now, do what you’re told.”
Without further explanation or room for discussion, he closes the door, leaving you standing outside, the door now shut firmly in your face.
You stand there, for a moment, staring at the door.
Glancing around, you notice the hallway’s emptiness save for the two stationed guards positioned right in front of the office entrance.
The guards maintain an unwavering focus ahead, their stances rigid and professional. It seems like even if you were to accidentally step on their foot or engage in subtle activities, they would maintain their composure without the slightest reaction.
The thought crosses your mind—eavesdropping could be an option. The guards, bound by their duty and protocol, wouldn’t intervene or comment on non-threatening activities within their proximity.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Eavesdrop.|ch3-31a-aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go to the dining room.|ch3-31a-ab]]</span>Leaning closer to the closed door, you press your ear against it, attempting to catch any fragments of conversation within.
Your gaze briefly shifts to the guard, confirming that their stance remains unchanged, unperturbed by your attempts to eavesdrop.
Initially, the muffled sounds offer little clarity, just indistinct murmurs that fail to coalesce into coherent words. Frustrated by the lack of clarity, you press your ear even closer against the door in hopes of catching something substantial.
Amidst the barely audible murmurs, you catch faint traces of your name mentioned once or twice, heightening your curiosity.
However, before you can discern more, Helios’ voice raises, yelling something, but the words remain muffled and unintelligible, frustrating your attempt to comprehend the conversation.
Cursing the barrier of the thick door that prevents you from hearing clearly, you step back, realizing the futility of trying to eavesdrop further.
“Did you hear anything?”
“No, not–” you start to respond before you realize someone just spoke to you.
Startled by the unexpected voice, you pivot swiftly, locking eyes with Hunter.
“Hunter!” you exclaim, taken aback by the surprise encounter.
“Don’t tell me you forgot what I looked like in one year,” Hunter chuckles, a hint of amusement in $H_hisher voice.
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, suggesting $H_heshe might have rushed to reach this spot.<<if $cchunter is "true">>
$H_HeShe is still the same, yet something about $H_himher seems different, something unspoken that tugs at your heartstrings.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How could I?”|ch3-31a-aaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ha ha, very funny.”|ch3-31a-abb]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wasn’t doing anything suspicious!”|ch3-31a-acc]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything, you simply hug Hunter.|ch3-31a-add]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How dare you interrupt my plotting and scheming?”|ch3-31a-aee]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I said your name the moment I saw you, idiot.”|ch3-31a-aff]]</span>You decide against listening in to the conversation on the other side of the door.
You leave the hallway and walk toward the dining room. As you walk, you hear hurried footsteps then feel someone grab your hand to turn you around.
You pivot swiftly, locking eyes with Hunter.
“Hunter!” you exclaim, taken aback by the surprise encounter.
“Don’t tell me you forgot what I looked like in one year,” Hunter chuckles, a hint of amusement in $H_hisher voice, letting go of your hand.
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_hisher familiar features. $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, suggesting $H_heshe might have rushed to reach this spot.<<if $cchunter is true>>
$H_HeShe is still the same, yet something about $H_himher seems different, something unspoken that tugs at your heartstrings.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How could I?”|ch3-31a-aaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ha ha, very funny.”|ch3-31a-abb]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything, you simply hug Hunter.|ch3-31a-add]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I said your name the moment I saw you, idiot.”|ch3-31a-aee]]</span>“Thank gods,” Hunter smiles, a hint of jest in their tone. “I’m not sure how I would recover if you forgot me, Your Majesty.”
Hunter always utilizes honorifics when there are people around the two of you.
Glancing discreetly at the nearby guards, you confirm they remain steadfastly focused on their duty, unwavering and unperturbed by the conversation.
<<if visited("ch3-31a-aa")>>“What were you trying to listen to?” Hunter’s gaze holds an expectant curiosity, waiting for your response.<<if $cchunter is "true">>
Gods, Hunter caught you eavesdropping. You feel warmth creeping up your neck to your face.<</if>>
“I was curious.” you continue, <</if>>“I heard you were helping $E_name earlier.”
“Yes, uncle is helping $E_them get settled in the Jewel. Thankfully some of the rooms were already prepared so $E_formal won’t have much trouble settling in.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here,I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wanted me to wait in the dining room.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]Hunter winks, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Hunter always utilizes honorifics when there are people around the two of you.
Glancing discreetly at the nearby guards, you confirm they remain steadfastly focused on their duty, unwavering and unperturbed by the conversation.
<<if visited("ch3-31a-aa")>>“What were you trying to listen to?” Hunter’s gaze holds an expectant curiosity, waiting for your response.<<if $cchunter is true>>
Gods, Hunter caught you eavesdropping. You feel warmth creeping up your neck to your face.<</if>>
“I was curious.” you continue, <</if>>“I heard you were helping $E_name earlier.”
“Yes, uncle is helping $E_them get settled in the Jewel. Thankfully some of the rooms were already prepared so $E_formal won’t have much trouble settling in.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here,I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wanted me to wait in the dining room.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]Hunter hums, “Truly? I was certain you were eavesdropping…” Hunter says teasingly.
“I wasn’t!” You say hurriedly.
Hunter smiles at you, “I will believe you this time.”
“I heard you were helping $E_name earlier.”
“Yes, uncle is helping $E_them get settled in the Jewel. Thankfully some of the rooms were already prepared so $E_formal won’t have much trouble settling in.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here,I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wanted me to wait in the dining room.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]“Woah!” Hunter exclaims as you wrap your arms around $H_himher.
“Your Majesty,” Hunter murmurs and for a moment $H_heshe doesn’t hug you back but then $H_heshe gingerly wraps $H_hisher arms around you, patting your back. “I suppose I was definitely missed.” Hunter jokes.
You release your hold on $H_himher.
<<if visited("ch3-31a-aa")>>“What were you trying to listen to?” Hunter’s gaze holds an expectant curiosity, waiting for your response.<<if $cchunter is "true">>
Gods, Hunter caught you eavesdropping. You feel warmth creeping up your neck to your face.<</if>>
“I was curious.” you continue, <</if>>“I heard you were helping $E_name earlier.”
“Yes, uncle is helping $E_them get settled in the Jewel. Thankfully some of the rooms were already prepared so $E_formal won’t have much trouble settling in.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here,I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wanted me to wait in the dining room.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]Hunter touches $H_hisher earlobe subconsciously, “That is true.”
<<if visited("ch3-31a-aa")>>$H_HeShe then shakes $H_hisher head, “What were you trying to listen to?” Hunter’s gaze holds an expectant curiosity, waiting for your response.<<if $cchunter is true>>
Gods, Hunter caught you eavesdropping. You feel warmth creeping up your neck to your face.<</if>>
“I was curious.” you continue, <</if>>“I heard you were helping $E_name earlier.”
“Yes, uncle is helping $E_them get settled in the Jewel. Thankfully some of the rooms were already prepared so $E_formal won’t have much trouble settling in.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here,I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wanted me to wait in the dining room.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]“I apologize profusely for interrupting your plotting and scheming.” Hunter says in a serious tone but you know $H_heshe is joking. “May I ask why you were eavesdropping before I interrupted you?”<<if $cchunter is "true">>
Gods, Hunter caught you eavesdropping. You feel warmth creeping up your neck to your face.<</if>>
“It is all part of my evil plan.
You continue, “I heard you were helping $E_name earlier.”
“Yes, uncle is helping $E_them get settled in the Jewel. Thankfully some of the rooms were already prepared so $E_formal won’t have much trouble settling in.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here,I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wanted me to wait in the dining room.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]<<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot tilts his heads as he looks at you then he glances back at the path which Luceris took to go back to the palace.
You glance back as well then at Lancelot once more.
The unspoken connection between Lancelot and Luceris isn’t lost on you.
Throughout the years, an assortment of subtle gestures and unspoken words wove a complicated tangle hinting at a connection that surpassed mere friendship, giving way to something romantic. Yet, the finer nuances and complexities of their connection remain shrouded in mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship.|ch3-31-l1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 60>>[[You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.|ch3-31-l2]]<<else>><s>You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you but you don’t comment on it.|ch3-31-l3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you and you make a bitter remark on it.|ch3-31-l4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship but you do want to hurt Lancelot by making remarks about it.|ch3-31-l5]]</span><<else>>You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_himher $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><</if>><<if $cchobvi is "true">>Lancelot smiles teasingly, “Despite your feelings for $H_himher?”
Why did your feelings for Hunter have to be so obvious?
Lancelot seems to enjoy pointing out your feelings.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well… That’s…”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything because you’re too embarrassed.|ch31-bb-a]]</span><<elseif $oflk is true>>Lancelot smiles teasingly, “Despite your feelings for $H_himher?”
Sometimes you regret telling him about your feelings toward Hunter, Lancelot seems to enjoy pointing them out.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well… That’s…”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything because you’re too embarrassed.|ch31-bb-a]]</span><<elseif visited("50-0")>>Lancelot tilts his heads as he looks at you then he glances back at the path which Luceris took to go back to the palace.
You glance back as well then at Lancelot once more.
The unspoken connection between Lancelot and Luceris isn’t lost on you.
Throughout the years, an assortment of subtle gestures and unspoken words wove a complicated tangle hinting at a connection that surpassed mere friendship, giving way to something romantic. Yet, the finer nuances and complexities of their connection remain shrouded in mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship.|ch3-31-l1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 60>>[[You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.|ch3-31-l2]]<<else>><s>You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you but you don’t comment on it.|ch3-31-l3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you and you make a bitter remark on it.|ch3-31-l4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship but you do want to hurt Lancelot by making remarks about it.|ch3-31-l5]]</span><<else>>You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_himher $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><</if>><<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot tilts his heads as he looks at you then he glances back at the path which Luceris took to go back to the palace.
You glance back as well then at Lancelot once more.
The unspoken connection between Lancelot and Luceris isn’t lost on you.
Throughout the years, an assortment of subtle gestures and unspoken words wove a complicated tangle hinting at a connection that surpassed mere friendship, giving way to something romantic. Yet, the finer nuances and complexities of their connection remain shrouded in mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship.|ch3-31-l1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 60>>[[You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.|ch3-31-l2]]<<else>><s>You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you but you don’t comment on it.|ch3-31-l3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you and you make a bitter remark on it.|ch3-31-l4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship but you do want to hurt Lancelot by making remarks about it.|ch3-31-l5]]</span><<else>>You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_himher $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><</if>><<if $cchobvi is "true">>Lancelot smiles teasingly, “Despite your feelings for $H_himher?”
Why did your feelings for Hunter have to be so obvious?
Lancelot seems to enjoy pointing out your feelings.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well… That’s…”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything because you’re too embarrassed.|ch31-bb-a]]</span><<elseif $oflk is true>>Lancelot smiles teasingly, “Despite your feelings for $H_himher?”
Sometimes you regret telling him about your feelings toward Hunter, Lancelot seems to enjoy pointing them out.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well… That’s…”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”|ch31-bb-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything because you’re too embarrassed.|ch31-bb-a]]</span><<elseif visited("50-0")>>Lancelot tilts his heads as he looks at you then he glances back at the path which Luceris took to go back to the palace.
You glance back as well then at Lancelot once more.
The unspoken connection between Lancelot and Luceris isn’t lost on you.
Throughout the years, an assortment of subtle gestures and unspoken words wove a complicated tangle hinting at a connection that surpassed mere friendship, giving way to something romantic. Yet, the finer nuances and complexities of their connection remain shrouded in mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship.|ch3-31-l1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 60>>[[You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.|ch3-31-l2]]<<else>><s>You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you but you don’t comment on it.|ch3-31-l3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you and you make a bitter remark on it.|ch3-31-l4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship but you do want to hurt Lancelot by making remarks about it.|ch3-31-l5]]</span><<else>>You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_himher $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><</if>>Lancelot laughs, “It’s alright, I’ll keep your secret.”
The way he says secret makes it obvious that it’s not a secret at all.
<<if visited("50-0")>>Lancelot tilts his heads as he looks at you then he glances back at the path which Luceris took to go back to the palace.
You glance back as well then at Lancelot once more.
The unspoken connection between Lancelot and Luceris isn’t lost on you.
Throughout the years, an assortment of subtle gestures and unspoken words wove a complicated tangle hinting at a connection that surpassed mere friendship, giving way to something romantic. Yet, the finer nuances and complexities of their connection remain shrouded in mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship.|ch3-31-l1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $L_rs gte 60>>[[You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.|ch3-31-l2]]<<else>><s>You’re happy for Lancelot even if he’s with someone like Luceris.</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you but you don’t comment on it.|ch3-31-l3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Their relationship angers you and you make a bitter remark on it.|ch3-31-l4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care about their relationship but you do want to hurt Lancelot by making remarks about it.|ch3-31-l5]]</span><<else>>You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_himher $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><</if>><<if $cchunter is "true">>“Hunter,” $H_HisHer name escapes your lips almost in a whisper.
“It has been a long time since we last saw each other, Your Majesty.” Hunter says.
“Indeed, it feels like ages,” you reply, trying to mask the rush of emotions their presence stirs within you.
Hunter’s eyes, a deep hue of blue, meet yours with a calm demeanor that belies what you feel inside.
$H_HeShe is still the same, yet something about $H_himher seems different, something unspoken that tugs at your heartstrings.
<<else>>“It has been a long time since we last saw each other, Your Majesty.” Hunter says.
<</if>>Lancelot grins at Hunter, his face finally lighting up as if now unburdened, as if a heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulders. “You look well, I hope the journey wasn’t too harsh.” Lancelot says looking at Hunter then at $E_name. “We are happy to have you here, $E_formal.”
$E_name smiles, “Thank you, Sir Lancelot.” $E_name doesn’t even look at you, perhaps because you didn’t bother to greet $E_them. “I am happy to be here. May I ask where the prince went?”
Of course, $E_they asks for him.
Lancelot clears his throat, “He is with his Majesty, the Emperor.” He says, “Allow me to escort you to where you will be residing for the remainder of your trip.”
Usually that would be your task but it seems like Lancelot thinks you don’t want to do it.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Offer to show $E_name $E_their room." "ch3-31b-cc">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let Lancelot take care of that.|ch3-31b-dd]]</span><<set $E_rs to Math.clamp($E_rs + 5, 0, 100)>>“$E_formal.” You greet then look at Hunter, “Hunter.”
$E_name narrows $E_their eyes at you for a moment before returning the greeting and bowing slightly, “Your Majesty.”
“It has been a long time since we last saw each other, Your Majesty.” Hunter says.
Lancelot grins at Hunter, his face finally lighting up as if now unburdened, as if a heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulders. “You look well, I hope the journey wasn’t too harsh.” Lancelot says looking at Hunter then at $E_name. “We are happy to have you here, $E_formal.”
$E_name smiles, “Thank you, Sir Lancelot. I am happy to be here. May I ask where the prince went?”
Of course, $E_they asks for him.
Lancelot clears his throat, “He is with his Majesty, the emperor.” He says, “Allow me to escort you to where you will be residing for the remainder of your trip.”
Usually that would be your task but it seems like Lancelot thinks you don’t want to do it.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Offer to show $E_name $E_their room." "ch3-31b-cc">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let Lancelot take care of that.|ch3-31b-dd]]</span>You extend an offer to guide $E_name to $E_their quarters, noting the subtle surprise in $E_their widened eyes at your unexpected gesture.
Lancelot acknowledges your decision with a respectful nod, “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
$E_name, however, seems somewhat dismissive, huffing in a display of impatience before striding towards the palace without waiting for your lead.
Casting a parting glance towards Lancelot and Hunter, you proceed to follow $E_name’s hurried pace.
As you traverse the palace grounds, $E_name’s brisk stride abruptly halts near the foot of a staircase, $E_their uncertainty palpable.
$E_They appear momentarily unsure of the correct path, hesitating in $E_their step.
After all, $E_name hasn’t visited the palace even once in all these years you have lived here.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You were walking so confidently, what happened?”|ch3-31-e1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Follow me.”|ch3-31-e2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You look like a lost little bunny, if you ask me for help I’ll help you out.”|ch3-31-e3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Don’t say anything, stand beside " + $E_them + " and wait for " + $E_them + " to move."|ch3-31-e4]]</span>$E_name nods then offers a smile to Hunter and just a look to you before walking off with Lancelot and the other guards follow.
$E_they will be staying in your palace, you know that much since it is where guests stay.
“$E_They doesn’t seem to like you much,” Hunter comments with a snicker.
“$E_They blames me for the disaster that was her ball last year.”
Hunter nods, “Ah, I see.” $H_HeShe adds, “I am glad your Majesty hasn’t forgotten what I look like,” Hunter chuckles, a hint of amusement in $H_hisher voice.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How could I?”|ch3-31a-haaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ha ha, very funny.”|ch3-31a-habb]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything, you simply hug Hunter.|ch3-31a-hadd]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I said your name the moment I saw you, idiot.”|ch3-31a-haff]]</span>It’s a matter that doesn’t pique your interest. Their relationship, whatever it might entail, holds no bearing on your own concerns or interests.
You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span>Despite your personal feelings toward Luceris, you silently acknowledge the significance of their connection to Lancelot.
There is a sense of contentment, knowing that Lancelot has someone significant in his life, even if that person is Luceris.
You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span>Though the sight of their relationship provokes anger within you, you choose to hold your silence, unwilling to comment on it.
You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 10, 0, 100)>>Unable to contain your simmering frustration any longer, you let out a bitter remark, your voice laced with thinly veiled contempt. “Should I ask them to spare a room for you?”
Lancelot’s brows furrow in confusion, his eyes searching your face for clarity. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice tinged with genuine perplexity.
“You are his concubine, are you not? You deserve a room in the Jewel as well.” you press, your words laced with anger.
“$name,” Lancelot’s gaze flickers with hurt, his usually warm countenance marred by the weight of your words.
You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span><<set $L_rs to Math.clamp($L_rs - 10, 0, 100)>>Unable to contain your desire to hurt him, you say, “Should I ask them to spare a room for you?”
Lancelot’s brows furrow in confusion, his eyes searching your face for clarity. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice tinged with genuine perplexity.
“You are his concubine, are you not? You deserve a room in the Jewel as well.”
“$name,” Lancelot’s gaze flickers with hurt, his usually warm countenance marred by the weight of your words.
You turn away from Lancelot when you hear footsteps approaching once more.
As $E_name arrives, a slender figure emerges, shielding $E_self from the sun’s rays with a delicate umbrella.<<if $E_name is "Eadith">>$E_Their long, sun-kissed blonde locks cascade around $E_them, framing piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<<else>>$E_Their short, sun-kissed blonde hair complemented piercing blue eyes that scan the surroundings with a momentary pause.<</if>>
Taking in the scene, $E_name’s gaze traverses the space until it locks onto your figure. A fleeting expression dances across $E_their face, a subtle darkening of their features as a wave of memories floods their mind.
You still remember the ball from last year and the disaster that was the end of it. You also remember that $E_name blames you for it.
Appearing after $E_name is Hunter. $H_HisHer eyes lighting up when $H_heshe sees you. “Your Majesty.” Hunter greets you then turns to $H_hisher uncle, “Uncle.”
Observing Hunter’s appearance, you notice $H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, likely due to the heat.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Greet only Hunter.|ch3-31b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Greet Hunter and $E_name." "ch3-31b-d">><</link>></span>Displaying a hint of stubbornness underlying $E_their demeanor, $E_name turns back with an air of defiance. “I just... had a momentary lapse,” $E_they retorts, $E_their voice carrying a trace of irritation at $E_their own hesitation.
With a determined yet reluctant step, $E_name tentatively approaches the staircase, eyeing the ascending steps with uncertainty.
“Wrong,” you interject, your voice holding a tone of correction.
“What— What do you mean wrong? I took one step!” $E_name counters, their expression a mix of frustration and perplexity, resembling an irritated feline.
“You have to go through the garden; the stairs lead to the main palace, not the Jewel where you will be staying," you explain, trying to ease their agitation with clarity.
$E_name huffs, clearly agitated. “You should’ve said so from the beginning!”
With that, they pivot sharply and march towards the garden path.
$E_name continues, striding through the gardens with a mixture of curiosity and reluctance. The vivid blooms and meticulously arranged pathways seem to capture $E_their attention, evoking a sense of awe despite $E_their earlier demeanor.
You can admit that the gardens truly are the most beautiful aspect of the palace.
“It’s really pretty despite autumn approaching,” $E_name remarks aloud, momentarily forgetting the accusatory stance $E_they had held towards you.
There is a flicker of genuine admiration in $E_their eyes before $E_they glance at you, the warmth replaced by a cool, guarded demeanor, as if a wall has been swiftly erected.
“Why did you offer to show me to my room? Are you planning on ruining my stay the way you ruined my birthday?” $E_name questions, a tone laced with a hint of accusation and a tinge of bitterness, a reminder of the mishap during $E_their previous birthday celebration.
The memory is still vivid—the unexpected chain of events that led to a misfortune that had left $E_name utterly displeased.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You ruined it, not me.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was not my fault you got flustered while talking to me.” ❤️🔥|ch3-31b-ee2][$flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I didn’t do anything.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“I didn’t do anything.” But you did find it amusing how $E_name got flustered due to your words. ❤️🔥" "ch3-31b-ee2">><</link>></span>$E_name grumbles but doesn’t refute your offer.
“It is your duty to guide me,” $E_they says as if saying this doesn’t indebt $E_them to you.
$E_name continues, striding through the gardens with a mixture of curiosity and reluctance. The vivid blooms and meticulously arranged pathways seem to capture $E_their attention, evoking a sense of awe despite $E_their earlier demeanor.
You can admit that the gardens truly are the most beautiful aspect of the palace.
“It’s really pretty despite autumn approaching,” $E_name remarks aloud, momentarily forgetting the accusatory stance $E_they had held towards you.
There is a flicker of genuine admiration in $E_their eyes before $E_they glance at you, the warmth replaced by a cool, guarded demeanor, as if a wall has been swiftly erected.
“Why did you offer to show me to my room? Are you planning on ruining my stay the way you ruined my birthday?” $E_name questions, a tone laced with a hint of accusation and a tinge of bitterness, a reminder of the mishap during $E_their previous birthday celebration.
The memory is still vivid—the unexpected chain of events that led to a misfortune that had left $E_name utterly displeased.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You ruined it, not me.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was not my fault you got flustered while talking to me.” ❤️🔥|ch3-31b-ee2][$flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I didn’t do anything.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“I didn’t do anything.” But you did find it amusing how $E_name got flustered due to your words. ❤️🔥" "ch3-31b-ee2">><</link>></span>You don’t say anything, choosing instead to stand beside $E_them, quietly waiting for $E_name to make a move.
There’s a flicker of confusion in $E_name’s eyes, a silent question lingering in the air: Won’t you guide me since you offered to?
Your silence seems to agitate $E_name further. “Well? Aren’t you supposed to be helping?” $E_They glance at you, expecting a response, but you maintain your silence.
“Alright then, keep your silence.” With a huff, $E_name tentatively approaches the staircase, eyeing the ascending steps with uncertainty.
“No,” you interject, your voice holding a tone of correction.
“What— What do you mean no? I took one step!” $E_name counters, their expression a mix of frustration and perplexity, resembling an irritated feline.
“You have to go through the garden; the stairs lead to the main palace, not the Jewel where you will be staying.”
$E_name huffs, clearly agitated. “You should’ve said so from the beginning!”
With that, they pivot sharply and march towards the garden path.
$E_name continues, striding through the gardens with a mixture of curiosity and reluctance. The vivid blooms and meticulously arranged pathways seem to capture $E_their attention, evoking a sense of awe despite $E_their earlier demeanor.
You can admit that the gardens truly are the most beautiful aspect of the palace.
“It’s really pretty despite autumn approaching,” $E_name remarks aloud, momentarily forgetting the accusatory stance $E_they had held towards you.
There is a flicker of genuine admiration in $E_their eyes before $E_they glance at you, the warmth replaced by a cool, guarded demeanor, as if a wall has been swiftly erected.
“Why did you offer to show me to my room? Are you planning on ruining my stay the way you ruined my birthday?” $E_name questions, a tone laced with a hint of accusation and a tinge of bitterness, a reminder of the mishap during $E_their previous birthday celebration.
The memory is still vivid—the unexpected chain of events that led to a misfortune that had left $E_name utterly displeased.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You ruined it, not me.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was not my fault you got flustered while talking to me.” ❤️🔥|ch3-31b-ee2][$flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I didn’t do anything.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“I didn’t do anything.” But you did find it amusing how $E_name got flustered due to your words. ❤️🔥" "ch3-31b-ee2">><</link>></span>$E_name shoots you a sharp look, a mixture of annoyance and pride flashing in $E_their eyes. “In your dreams,” $E_name retorts curtly, $E_their words laced with stubbornness.
With a determined yet reluctant step, $E_name tentatively approaches the staircase, eyeing the ascending steps with uncertainty.
“Wrong,” you interject, your voice holding a tone of correction.
“What— What do you mean wrong? I took one step!” $E_name counters, their expression a mix of frustration and perplexity, resembling an irritated feline.
“You have to go through the garden; the stairs lead to the main palace, not the Jewel where you will be staying," you explain, trying to ease their agitation with clarity.
$E_name huffs, clearly agitated. “You should’ve said so from the beginning!”
With that, they pivot sharply and march towards the garden path.
$E_name continues, striding through the gardens with a mixture of curiosity and reluctance. The vivid blooms and meticulously arranged pathways seem to capture $E_their attention, evoking a sense of awe despite $E_their earlier demeanor.
You can admit that the gardens truly are the most beautiful aspect of the palace.
“It’s really pretty despite autumn approaching,” $E_name remarks aloud, momentarily forgetting the accusatory stance $E_they had held towards you.
There is a flicker of genuine admiration in $E_their eyes before $E_they glance at you, the warmth replaced by a cool, guarded demeanor, as if a wall has been swiftly erected.
“Why did you offer to show me to my room? Are you planning on ruining my stay the way you ruined my birthday?” $E_name questions, a tone laced with a hint of accusation and a tinge of bitterness, a reminder of the mishap during $E_their previous birthday celebration.
The memory is still vivid—the unexpected chain of events that led to a misfortune that had left $E_name utterly displeased.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You ruined it, not me.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It was not my fault you got flustered while talking to me.” ❤️🔥|ch3-31b-ee2][$flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I didn’t do anything.”|ch3-31b-ee1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“I didn’t do anything.” But you did find it amusing how $E_name got flustered due to your words. ❤️🔥" "ch3-31b-ee2">><</link>></span>“Of course, you would say that,” $E_name retorts, rolling $E_their eyes with a dismissive air. $E_name then clears $E_their throat, $E_their voice taking on a steely edge, “Regardless… Stay out of my way.”
As you both near the grand entrance of the palace, a subtle change takes hold of $E_name. A glimmer of excitement dances in $E_their eyes, evident in the renewed enthusiasm reflected in $E_their steps as $E_name approaches the towering structure.
“This is where you will be staying for the remainder of your trip,” you announce, trying to steer the conversation towards practical matters. “How long will you be staying?”
“Four to five days,” $E_name replies curtly.
Closing the umbrella, $E_name strides into the palace, “It’s smaller than the main palace.” $E_name remarks, yet the glint in $E_their eyes betrays a genuine fondness for the place.
The Jewel of the Palace caters not only to the Royal Consort and concubines but also extends its hospitality to esteemed guests of the Emperor.
A myriad of unoccupied chambers awaits the arrival of Norazaan’s royalty, presenting an array of choices for $E_name. Each space exudes an inviting aura, yet one holds particular significance—it lies adjacent to your own quarters.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Give that room to $E_name." "ch3-31-eee1">><<set $ERN to true>><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Don’t give it to $E_name." "ch3-31-eee2">><</link>></span><<set $E_attrac to 1>>As if recalling the actual root of the incident, a faint pink hue tinges $E_name’s cheeks. “It was your fault,” $E_name grumbles, the words carrying a hint of reluctance, as if reluctantly acknowledging the truth.
$E_name clears $E_their throat, attempting to regain composure. “Regardless… Don’t cause any problems for me again, understood?”
“Does my presence bother you?” You inquire, arching an eyebrow inquisitively.
An involuntary twitch in $E_name’s eye betrays $E_their irritation. “You— you irritate me,” $E_name stammers out, struggling to maintain composure.
“Is that so?”
$E_name stays silent, refusing to dignify your question with a response.
As you both near the grand entrance of the palace, a subtle change takes hold of $E_name. A glimmer of excitement dances in $E_their eyes, evident in the renewed enthusiasm reflected in $E_their steps as $E_name approaches the towering structure.
“This is where you will be staying for the remainder of your trip,” you announce, trying to steer the conversation towards practical matters. “How long will you be staying?”
“Four to five days,” $E_name replies curtly.
Closing the umbrella, $E_name strides into the palace, “It’s smaller than the main palace.” $E_name remarks, yet the glint in $E_their eyes betrays a genuine fondness for the place.
The Jewel of the Palace caters not only to the Royal Consort and concubines but also extends its hospitality to esteemed guests of the Emperor.
A myriad of unoccupied chambers awaits the arrival of Norazaan’s royalty, presenting an array of choices for $E_name. Each space exudes an inviting aura, yet one holds particular significance—it lies adjacent to your own quarters.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Give that room to $E_name." "ch3-31-eee1">><<set $ERN to true>><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Don’t give it to $E_name." "ch3-31-eee2">><</link>></span>Guiding $E_name down the hallway, you arrive at the room adjacent to yours. With a turn of the knob, you usher $E_them into the space, offering a glimpse of $E_their temporary abode.
“Welcome,” you gesture, swinging the door open. The door creaks softly as it swings, revealing a sanctuary adorned with gentle hues and ambient light filtering through lace curtains.
The space, awash with an array of flowers, elicits an evident sense of surprise, yet $E_name appears genuinely pleased by the spectacle.
You observe as $E_name crosses the threshold, a fleeting moment of anticipation reflecting in their eyes before they enter, taking in the room’s ambiance with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.
“You are invited to join us for lunch.” you say, moving to close the door. “A servant will guide you to the dining room.”
A nod from $E_name acknowledges your words, accompanied by a soft-spoken, “Alright.”
You leave $E_name to freshen up and walk toward the dining room. As you near the dining room, you hear hurried footsteps then feel someone grab your hand to turn you around.
You pivot swiftly, locking eyes with Hunter.
“Hunter!” you exclaim, taken aback by the surprise encounter.
“Don’t tell me you forgot what I looked like in…” Hunter fake hums thoughtfully, “Around ten minutes?” Hunter chuckles, a hint of amusement in $H_hisher voice, letting go of your hand.
$H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, suggesting $H_heshe might have rushed to reach this spot.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How could I?”|ch3-31a-haaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ha ha, very funny.”|ch3-31a-habb]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything, you simply hug Hunter.|ch3-31a-hadd]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I said your name the moment I saw you, idiot.”|ch3-31a-haff]]</span>Guiding $E_name down the hallway, you arrive at one of the many rooms. With a turn of the knob, you usher $E_them into the space, offering a glimpse of $E_their temporary abode.
“Welcome,” you gesture, swinging the door open. The door creaks softly as it swings, revealing a sanctuary adorned with gentle hues and ambient light filtering through lace curtains.
The space, awash with an array of flowers, elicits an evident sense of surprise, yet $E_name appears genuinely pleased by the spectacle.
You observe as $E_name crosses the threshold, a fleeting moment of anticipation reflecting in their eyes before they enter, taking in the room’s ambiance with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.
“You are invited to join us for lunch.” you say, moving to close the door. “A servant will guide you to the dining room.”
A nod from $E_name acknowledges your words, accompanied by a soft-spoken, “Alright.”
You leave $E_name to freshen up and walk toward the dining room. As you near the dining room, you hear hurried footsteps then feel someone grab your hand to turn you around.
You pivot swiftly, locking eyes with Hunter.
“Hunter!” you exclaim, taken aback by the surprise encounter.
“Don’t tell me you forgot what I looked like in…” Hunter fake hums thoughtfully, “Around ten minutes?” Hunter chuckles, a hint of amusement in $H_hisher voice, letting go of your hand.
$H_HisHer short black hair appears slightly tousled, indicating a hurried arrival, while a faint flush of redness adorns $H_hisher skin, suggesting $H_heshe might have rushed to reach this spot.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How could I?”|ch3-31a-haaa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ha ha, very funny.”|ch3-31a-habb]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t say anything, you simply hug Hunter.|ch3-31a-hadd]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I said your name the moment I saw you, idiot.”|ch3-31a-haff]]</span>As you make your way towards the dining room, Hunter strikes up a conversation, $H_hisher words laced with curiosity, “How have you been? Anything interesting happened while I was gone?”
Hunter’s question strikes a curious chord, considering it has only been two years since $H_heshe left.
The passing of time might differ for each person, and evidently, Hunter’s perception of the gap is markedly different from yours.
“Just the usual.”
Hunter raises an eyebrow, “Just the usual?” $H_HeShe echoes, eyebrows raised. “I find it hard to believe that nothing exciting happened in two whole years.”
“Even if it did, I doubt it would entertain you.”
Hunter’s interest doesn’t wane, “Even routine tasks can hold intrigue. I’d love to hear about it later.”
Then $H_heshe shifts focus, “Are you excited to meet the Norazaanian royals? When was the last time you saw them?”
The confines of the palace walls had kept you sheltered, akin to a bird restricted within its gilded cage. The recollection of your last meeting with them fades into a hazy memory, clouded by the passage of time.
“I can’t recall the last time,” you admit, the memory shrouded in the fog of years gone by.
The last time you crossed paths with any member of Norazaan’s royalty predates the commencement of the war—roughly fifteen years ago. The conflict erupted when you were merely five years old, setting the stage for everything that came afterwards and shaped your existence.
“Do you know who is coming?” Hunter asks.
You nod, “The king and the princess.”
As Hunter holds the door open, gesturing for you to enter the dining room, you step into the elegantly arranged space.
The room exudes an air of regal sophistication, the table impeccably set, adorned with glistening silverware and pristine plates.
“The princess is nice, you will like her,” Hunter assures.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Doubt lingers within you, “You don’t know that.”|ch3-32a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Do you like her better than me?”|ch3-32b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Curiously ask, “Are you close to her?”|ch3-32c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hum.|ch3-32d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scratch your neck, “I don’t know if she will like me.”|ch3-32e]]</span>“Why wouldn’t she?”
“I... I’m not sure,” you falter, the uncertainty lingering in your voice.
Hunter leans in slightly, $H_hisher expression encouraging. “Don’t worry too much, you’re easy to like.”
The sound of approaching hurried footsteps interrupts the conversation.
Abruptly, $E_name nearly stumbles into the room, a clear display of haste evident in the slightly disheveled state of their attire. $E_name clears $E_their throat, swiftly adjusting the clothing to regain composure.
$E_name now dons a striking ensemble, radiating elegance in lighter, yet extravagant garments that seamlessly complement $E_their presence.
“It appears I've arrived ahead of schedule,” $E_name remarks, now composed despite the initial rush of arrival.
Hunter acknowledges with a nod, affirming, “Indeed, you have.”
With purposeful strides, $E_name moves towards the table, carefully choosing the second seat on the right, an intentional selection positioning $E_them adjacent to Helios, having foreseen that the first seat would undoubtedly be occupied by him since he will sit to his father’s right.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Let $E_name do what $E_they wants to do." "ch3-33b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Tell $E_name you’ll sit there." "ch3-33a">><</link>></span>“Trust me,” Hunter insists, $H_hisher tone filled with unwavering confidence. “She’s kind-hearted, very easy to talk to.”
“Perhaps,” you reply, offering a nod in acknowledgment of Hunter’s conviction, though a lingering doubt persists within you.
The sound of approaching hurried footsteps interrupts the conversation.
Abruptly, $E_name nearly stumbles into the room, a clear display of haste evident in the slightly disheveled state of their attire. $E_name clears $E_their throat, swiftly adjusting the clothing to regain composure.
$E_name now dons a striking ensemble, radiating elegance in lighter, yet extravagant garments that seamlessly complement $E_their presence.
“It appears I've arrived ahead of schedule,” $E_name remarks, now composed despite the initial rush of arrival.
Hunter acknowledges with a nod, affirming, “Indeed, you have.”
With purposeful strides, $E_name moves towards the table, carefully choosing the second seat on the right, an intentional selection positioning $E_them adjacent to Helios, having foreseen that the first seat would undoubtedly be occupied by him since he will sit to his father’s right.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Let $E_name do what $E_they wants to do." "ch3-33b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Tell $E_name you’ll sit there." "ch3-33a">><</link>></span>“No,” Hunter chuckles, a glimmer of amusement in $H_hisher eyes. “But she’s charming, you’ll see.”<<if $cchunter is "true">>
$H_HisHer casual dismissal brings a comforting reassurance, the gentle tingle of butterflies flutters within as Hunter’s words strike a chord.
<</if>>“Well, good to know I still have some favor with you,” you jest.
Hunter grins warmly, their eyes alight with camaraderie. “Of course,” $H_heshe quips, playfully nudging your shoulder.
The sound of approaching hurried footsteps interrupts the conversation.
Abruptly, $E_name nearly stumbles into the room, a clear display of haste evident in the slightly disheveled state of their attire. $E_name clears $E_their throat, swiftly adjusting the clothing to regain composure.
$E_name now dons a striking ensemble, radiating elegance in lighter, yet extravagant garments that seamlessly complement $E_their presence.
“It appears I've arrived ahead of schedule,” $E_name remarks, now composed despite the initial rush of arrival.
Hunter acknowledges with a nod, affirming, “Indeed, you have.”
With purposeful strides, $E_name moves towards the table, carefully choosing the second seat on the right, an intentional selection positioning $E_them adjacent to Helios, having foreseen that the first seat would undoubtedly be occupied by him since he will sit to his father’s right.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Let $E_name do what $E_they wants to do." "ch3-33b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Tell $E_name you’ll sit there." "ch3-33a">><</link>></span>“Not particularly, no,” Hunter responds with a hint of reserve, $H_hisher tone revealing a casual acquaintance rather than a deep bond. “Helios and the princess are friends, and since I am always with him, I’ve had the pleasure of knowing her. Surprisingly, even Vincent is close with her too.”
The unexpected revelation about Vincent strikes a chord of curiosity.
Vincent, with his demeanor, seems an unlikely companion for someone from Norazaan’s royalty.
The sound of approaching hurried footsteps interrupts the conversation.
Abruptly, $E_name nearly stumbles into the room, a clear display of haste evident in the slightly disheveled state of their attire. $E_name clears $E_their throat, swiftly adjusting the clothing to regain composure.
$E_name now dons a striking ensemble, radiating elegance in lighter, yet extravagant garments that seamlessly complement $E_their presence.
“It appears I've arrived ahead of schedule,” $E_name remarks, now composed despite the initial rush of arrival.
Hunter acknowledges with a nod, affirming, “Indeed, you have.”
With purposeful strides, $E_name moves towards the table, carefully choosing the second seat on the right, an intentional selection positioning $E_them adjacent to Helios, having foreseen that the first seat would undoubtedly be occupied by him since he will sit to his father’s right.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Let $E_name do what $E_they want to do." "ch3-33b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Tell $E_name you’ll sit there." "ch3-33a">><</link>></span>The sound of approaching hurried footsteps interrupts the conversation.
Abruptly, $E_name nearly stumbles into the room, a clear display of haste evident in the slightly disheveled state of their attire. $E_name clears $E_their throat, swiftly adjusting the clothing to regain composure.
$E_name now dons a striking ensemble, radiating elegance in lighter, yet extravagant garments that seamlessly complement $E_their presence.
“It appears I've arrived ahead of schedule,” $E_name remarks, now composed despite the initial rush of arrival.
Hunter acknowledges with a nod, affirming, “Indeed, you have.”
With purposeful strides, $E_name moves towards the table, carefully choosing the second seat on the right, an intentional selection positioning $E_them adjacent to Helios, having foreseen that the first seat would undoubtedly be occupied by him since he will sit to his father’s right.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Let $E_name do what $E_they wants to do." "ch3-33b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Tell $E_name you’ll sit there." "ch3-33a">><</link>></span><<set $E_rs to Math.clamp($E_rs - 5, 0, 100)>>“I will sit in that chair.” You tell $E_them.
A quizzical eyebrow arches on $E_name’s face. “Wouldn't it be more appropriate for you to sit at the table’s end?”
Considering Luceris’ customary position at the head of the table, protocol dictated that as his Consort, you ought to occupy the seat directly across from him.
“No, I will sit there.”
Amidst a faint grumble of reluctance, $E_name concedes, opting for the next best available option: situating $E_self directly across from Helios.
Hunter casts a questioning glance your way, silently inquiring about your decision to challenge $E_name at this particular moment.
“Seems our guest is eager,” Hunter whispers to you, a glint of amusement dancing in $H_hisher eyes as $H_heshe acknowledges the promptness of $E_name’s movements.
The palpable enthusiasm radiating from $E_name was unmistakable, a fervor evident in every movement and eager glance.
Continuing in a whisper, Hunter divulges, “$E_formal seems convinced that our visits to Vesphire will be scarce, hence $E_they decided to join us.” Hunter smiles and jests, “I suppose $E_formal can’t stay away from prince charming for too long.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Question, “Is $E_name wrong?”" "ch3-34a">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Roll your eyes, “Hopefully, $E_name will behave in front of our other guests.”" "ch3-34b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Chuckle, “I doubt Luceris will let $E_name hang around Helios if he can control it.”" "ch3-34c">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Smile, “Seems like you’re happy about that.”" "ch3-34d">><</link>></span>“Seems our guest is eager,” Hunter whispers to you, a glint of amusement dancing in $H_hisher eyes as $H_heshe acknowledges the promptness of $E_name’s movements.
The palpable enthusiasm radiating from $E_name was unmistakable, a fervor evident in every movement and eager glance.
Continuing in a whisper, Hunter divulges, “$E_formal seems convinced that our visits to Vesphire will be scarce, hence $E_they decided to join us.” Hunter smiles and jests, “I suppose $E_formal can’t stay away from prince charming for too long.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Question, “Is $E_name wrong?”" "ch3-34a">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Roll your eyes, “Hopefully, $E_name will behave in front of our other guests.”" "ch3-34b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Chuckle, “I doubt Luceris will let $E_name hang around Helios if he can control it.”" "ch3-34c">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Smile, “Seems like you’re happy about that.”" "ch3-34d">><</link>></span>Hunter momentarily hesitates, a fleeting pause betraying a hint of uncertainty in $H_hisher response. “I can’t say with absolute certainty, if Helios wants to then I will go with him.”
“I should make myself scarce. Helios and his father will be arriving shortly; it’s not fitting for me to linger,” $H_heshe remarks, a sense of duty and propriety coloring $H_hisher words.
Understanding Hunter’s position, you offer a nod, acknowledging their departure. As Hunter departs, you’re left alone with $E_name, you settle into your seat,<<if visited("ch3-33a")>> a brief flicker of tension passing between you as $E_name shoots you an irritated glance, clearly miffed that you’ve occupied the very spot $E_they had their eyes on.<<else>> at the end of the table.<</if>>
As you sink into the chair, you notice the way $E_name’s fingers rhythmically drum against the porcelain plate, the air thick with the palpable sense of disinterest emanating from $E_them.
The room seems to echo with the sound of each tap, punctuating the silence that hangs between you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch3-35a][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 4, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sit in silence.|ch3-35b][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 2, 0, 100)]]</span>Hunter smiles, “$E_They most likely will.”
“I should make myself scarce. Helios and his father will be arriving shortly; it’s not fitting for me to linger,” $H_heshe remarks, a sense of duty and propriety coloring $H_hisher words.
Understanding Hunter’s position, you offer a nod, acknowledging their departure. As Hunter departs, you’re left alone with $E_name, you settle into your seat,<<if visited("ch3-33a")>> a brief flicker of tension passing between you as $E_name shoots you an irritated glance, clearly miffed that you’ve occupied the very spot $E_they had their eyes on.<<else>> at the end of the table.<</if>>
As you sink into the chair, you notice the way $E_name’s fingers rhythmically drum against the porcelain plate, the air thick with the palpable sense of disinterest emanating from $E_them.
The room seems to echo with the sound of each tap, punctuating the silence that hangs between you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch3-35a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sit in silence.|ch3-35b]]</span>Hunter grins, “I wonder if that will be able to stop $E_name.”
“I should make myself scarce. Helios and his father will be arriving shortly; it’s not fitting for me to linger,” $H_heshe remarks, a sense of duty and propriety coloring $H_hisher words.
Understanding Hunter’s position, you offer a nod, acknowledging their departure. As Hunter departs, you’re left alone with $E_name, you settle into your seat,<<if visited("ch3-33a")>> a brief flicker of tension passing between you as $E_name shoots you an irritated glance, clearly miffed that you’ve occupied the very spot $E_they had their eyes on.<<else>> at the end of the table.<</if>>
As you sink into the chair, you notice the way $E_name’s fingers rhythmically drum against the porcelain plate, the air thick with the palpable sense of disinterest emanating from $E_them.
The room seems to echo with the sound of each tap, punctuating the silence that hangs between you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch3-35a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sit in silence.|ch3-35b]]</span>Hunter shrugs casually, “It’s not every day someone boldly acts on their feelings. I think it takes courage, and I respect that.”<<if $cchobvi is "true">>
You can’t help but wonder if that is how Hunter feels about you too. After all, you’ve never been one to hide your emotions or shy away from expressing your affection towards $H_himher.<</if>>
“I should make myself scarce. Helios and his father will be arriving shortly; it’s not fitting for me to linger,” $H_heshe remarks, a sense of duty and propriety coloring $H_hisher words.
Understanding Hunter’s position, you offer a nod, acknowledging their departure. As Hunter departs, you’re left alone with $E_name, you settle into your seat,<<if visited("ch3-33a")>> a brief flicker of tension passing between you as $E_name shoots you an irritated glance, clearly miffed that you’ve occupied the very spot $E_they had their eyes on.<<else>> at the end of the table.<</if>>
As you sink into the chair, you notice the way $E_name’s fingers rhythmically drum against the porcelain plate, the air thick with the palpable sense of disinterest emanating from $E_them.
The room seems to echo with the sound of each tap, punctuating the silence that hangs between you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch3-35a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sit in silence.|ch3-35b]]</span><<set $E_rs to Math.clamp($E_rs + 5, 0, 100)>>“So,” your voice breaks the quiet, weaving through the still air, searching for a connection. “Why is it that your family couldn’t make it here with you?”
$E_name’s gaze fixates on you, hesitation flickering in $E_their eyes, silently questioning whether your query stems from genuine interest or merely a desire to bridge the gap of silence. “They’re occupied with their duties. My brother, especially, shoulders a weighty load as the future Duke.”
You offer a nod. “I hope everything unfolds seamlessly for him.”
Once more, a palpable hush envelops the space.
As the two of you sit in silence, thoughts whirl through your mind about the impending arrival of Luceris and Helios. You wonder about the nature of their discussion and how long they might keep you waiting.
Soon enough, a symphony of footsteps heralds their arrival.<<if visited("ch3-33a")>>
Luceris strides in first, his entrance marked by an observant gaze that swiftly notes your choice of seating, his raised eyebrow silently acknowledging your deviation from the expected arrangement.<<else>>
Luceris strides in first, his entrance marked by an observant gaze that swiftly notes the seating arrangement.<</if>>
“$E_name,” Luceris greets with a bright smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, an artificial display of warmth. “It has been so long; you’ve grown up since the last time I saw you.”
$E_name rises from $E_their seat, executing a slight bow, “I am happy that I get to see you again, Your Majesty.”
Luceris nods in acknowledgment, motioning for $E_name to retake $E_their seat.
Taking his place, Luceris settles into his chair, maintaining the veneer of polite conversation. “Well then, how is your father doing? Good, I hope.”
$E_name responds with a smile, “He is doing well.”
Glancing expectantly towards the entrance, $E_name inquires, “Where is his highness, the prince?”
Luceris’ smile seems strained, “Our conversation lingered longer than expected; he is taking a moment to freshen up and will join us shortly.”
With a subtle gesture, Luceris motions to the servants, instructing them to begin serving the meal.
The lavish spread is promptly presented, an array of delicacies arranged meticulously to please the palate.
Helios arrives soon after, his apologetic tone preceding his entrance. “My apologies for being late.”
Luceris dismisses his tardiness, “Don’t worry.”
<<if visited("ch3-33a")>>As Helios approaches his seat, his surprise at finding you seated beside him is unmistakable. There’s a fleeting moment of confusion that crosses his features, questioning the seating arrangement. However, without voicing his query, he settles into his seat, accepting the situation without protest.<<else>>Helios gives a smile to $E_name as he settles into the seat next to $E_them.<</if>>
The dining hall settles into a serene quietude, each person immersed in the flavors and aromas that grace their palates.
“$E_name,” Luceris starts, his voice a deliberate interruption in the harmonious atmosphere, “Have you grown accustomed to Vesphire’s weather?”
“I don’t know if I will ever be used to it,” $E_name responds with a gentle laugh, “It is much colder than it was five years ago. Your Majesty’s benevolence in providing items imbued with magic has brought some solace. Things would have been far more challenging without those comforts.”
Luceris nods thoughtfully, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “I am glad to hear they are proving helpful.” Then, in a seemingly unexpected turn of conversation, he ventures further ,“Are you engaged yet, child?”
$E_name appears momentarily taken aback, a flicker of surprise dancing in $E_their eyes at Luceris’ unexpected inquiry and the sudden shift in topic. “Um… No,” $E_name replies, a hint of uncertainty in $E_their tone.
Luceris nods thoughtfully, taking a measured sip of his wine. “I would have assumed your father had arranged a long list of suitors worthy to stand by your side. After all, you have reached a suitable age for such considerations.”
Setting $E_their cutlery down, $E_name looks up, a flicker of determination in $E_their gaze. “Well, there is someone I care for.”
Luceris offers a polite smile, but there is a subtle tension beneath the surface, his facade masking a father’s protectiveness over his son. “That is sweet, but these matters of the heart don’t always happen the way we want them to.”
Seeming to be unaware of the emotions lurking beneath Luceris’ smile, $E_name remains enthusiastic. “I will do my best to make it work,” $E_name responds with unwavering determination.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He’s right, sometimes they get poisoned and die.”|ch3-36a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Shoot him a glare to remind him to be nice.|ch3-36b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“I think that is wonderful, $E_name.”" "ch3-36c">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Put Helios in the middle, “What do you think, Helios?”|ch3-36d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay quiet.|ch3-36e]]</span>As the two of you sit in silence, thoughts whirl through your mind about the impending arrival of Luceris and Helios. You wonder about the nature of their discussion and how long they might keep you waiting.
Soon enough, a symphony of footsteps heralds their arrival.<<if visited("ch3-33a")>>
Luceris strides in first, his entrance marked by an observant gaze that swiftly notes your choice of seating, his raised eyebrow silently acknowledging your deviation from the expected arrangement.<<else>>Luceris strides in first, his entrance marked by an observant gaze that swiftly notes the seating arrangement.<</if>>
“$E_name,” Luceris greets with a bright smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, an artificial display of warmth. “It has been so long; you’ve grown up since the last time I saw you.”
$E_name rises from $E_their seat, executing a slight bow, “I am happy that I get to see you again, Your Majesty.”
Luceris nods in acknowledgment, motioning for $E_name to retake $E_their seat.
Taking his place, Luceris settles into his chair, maintaining the veneer of polite conversation. “Well then, how is your father doing? Good, I hope.”
$E_name responds with a smile, “He is doing well.”
Glancing expectantly towards the entrance, $E_name inquires, “Where is His Highness, the prince?”
Luceris’ smile seems strained, “Our conversation lingered longer than expected; he is taking a moment to freshen up and will join us shortly.”
With a subtle gesture, Luceris motions to the servants, instructing them to begin serving the meal.
The lavish spread is promptly presented, an array of delicacies arranged meticulously to please the palate.
Helios arrives soon after, his apologetic tone preceding his entrance. “My apologies for being late.”
Luceris dismisses his tardiness, “Don’t worry.”
<<if visited("ch3-33a")>>As Helios approaches his seat, his surprise at finding you seated beside him is unmistakable. There’s a fleeting moment of confusion that crosses his features, questioning the seating arrangement. However, without voicing his query, he settles into his seat, accepting the situation without protest.<<else>>Helios gives a smile to $E_name as he settles into the seat next to $E_them.<</if>>
The dining hall settles into a serene quietude, each person immersed in the flavors and aromas that grace their palates.
“$E_name,” Luceris starts, his voice a deliberate interruption in the harmonious atmosphere, “Have you grown accustomed to Vesphire’s weather?”
“I don’t know if I will ever be used to it,” $E_name responds with a gentle laugh, “It is much colder than it was five years ago. Your Majesty’s benevolence in providing items imbued with magic has brought some solace. Things would have been far more challenging without those comforts.”
Luceris nods thoughtfully, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “I am glad to hear they are proving helpful.” Then, in a seemingly unexpected turn of conversation, he ventures further, “Are you seeing anyone, child?”
$E_name appears momentarily taken aback, a flicker of surprise dancing in $E_their eyes at Luceris’ unexpected inquiry and the sudden shift in topic. “Um… No,” $E_name replies, a hint of uncertainty in $E_their tone.
Luceris nods thoughtfully, taking a measured sip of his wine. “I would have assumed your father had arranged a long list of suitors worthy to stand by your side. After all, you have reached a suitable age for such considerations.”
Setting $E_their cutlery down, $E_name looks up, a flicker of determination in $E_their gaze. “Well, there is someone I care for.”
Luceris offers a polite smile, but there is a subtle tension beneath the surface, his facade masking a father’s protectiveness over his son. “That is sweet, but these matters of the heart don’t always happen the way we want them to.”
Seeming to be unaware of the emotions lurking beneath Luceris’ smile, $E_name remains enthusiastic. “I will do my best to make it work,” $E_name responds with unwavering determination.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He’s right, sometimes they get poisoned and die.”|ch3-36a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Shoot him a glare to remind him to be nice.|ch3-36b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“I think that is wonderful, $E_name.”" "ch3-36c">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Put Helios in the middle, “What do you think, Helios?”|ch3-36d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay quiet.|ch3-36e]]</span>Luceris looks at you, the corner of his lips twitching slightly at your unexpected remark. “Please, let’s refrain from discussing such unfortunate things at the dining table,” he says, his tone carrying a subtle warning.
He then addresses $E_name, his tone shifting back to a more kind demeanor. “But, $E_name, finding a suitable match is a delicate matter, one that requires careful consideration beyond fleeting affections.”
As he speaks, he glances at Helios as well, making it seem like the wisdom is for him as well.
“Who is looking forward to the hunt?” Helios tosses the question into the air, changing the topic.
To honor the visit of the Norazaan royalty, a series of meticulously planned events have been arranged. One of them being the hunt.
With a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, Helios announces, “I will be participating in it.” His gaze then shifts to $E_name, curiosity evident in his expression. “Will you?”
$E_name offers a subtle shake of $E_their head, a quiet but firm refusal. “I would rather not.”
Helios, with a nod acknowledging $E_name’s decision, shifts the conversation slightly. “That’s alright. There are plenty of other activities planned. Maybe you’ll find something more to your liking.”
$E_name offers a faint smile in return, a silent appreciation for Helios’ understanding.
Luceris directs his gaze towards you, awaiting your response. “And what about you, bird?”
Before you can answer, a servant discreetly approaches, whispering a brief message into Luceris’ ear. His expression remains composed, though there’s a subtle flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Luceris addresses the table with polite decorum, rising from his seat. “It seems there’s an urgent matter that requires my attention. Please, continue enjoying the meal.”
You wonder what the urgent matter is, Luceris isn’t the kind of person to leave in the middle of a meal.
Helios stands up after his father, “I should go see what the matter is, it sounded serious.”
Now left alone, you and $E_name share a moment of uncertain glances. $E_name’s demeanor speaks volumes, signaling an evident reluctance to engage in more conversation than necessary.
That is how lunch ends for you.
[[Continue|ch3-37]]Luceris notices your glare and rolls his eyes.
He then addresses $E_name, his tone shifting back to a more kind demeanor. “But, $E_name, finding a suitable match is a delicate matter, one that requires careful consideration beyond fleeting affections.”
As he speaks, he glances at Helios as well, making it seem like the wisdom is for him as well.
“Who is looking forward to the hunt?” Helios tosses the question into the air, changing the topic.
To honor the visit of the Norazaan royalty, a series of meticulously planned events have been arranged. One of them being the hunt.
With a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, Helios announces, “I will be participating in it.” His gaze then shifts to $E_name, curiosity evident in his expression. “Will you?”
$E_name offers a subtle shake of $E_their head, a quiet but firm refusal. “I would rather not.”
Helios, with a nod acknowledging $E_name’s decision, shifts the conversation slightly. “That’s alright. There are plenty of other activities planned. Maybe you’ll find something more to your liking.”
$E_name offers a faint smile in return, a silent appreciation for Helios’ understanding.
Luceris directs his gaze towards you, awaiting your response. “And what about you, bird?”
Before you can answer, a servant discreetly approaches, whispering a brief message into Luceris’ ear. His expression remains composed, though there’s a subtle flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Luceris addresses the table with polite decorum, rising from his seat. “It seems there’s an urgent matter that requires my attention. Please, continue enjoying the meal.”
You wonder what the urgent matter is, Luceris isn’t the kind of person to leave in the middle of a meal.
Helios stands up after his father, “I should go see what the matter is, it sounded serious.”
Now left alone, you and $E_name share a moment of uncertain glances. $E_name’s demeanor speaks volumes, signaling an evident reluctance to engage in more conversation than necessary.
That is how lunch ends for you.
[[Continue|ch3-37]]$E_name smiles at you proudly, almost arrogantly.
Luceris then addresses $E_name, his tone shifting back to a more kind demeanor. “But, $E_name, finding a suitable match is a delicate matter, one that requires careful consideration beyond fleeting affections.”
As he speaks, he glances at Helios as well, making it seem like the wisdom is for him as well.
“Who is looking forward to the hunt?” Helios tosses the question into the air, changing the topic.
To honor the visit of the Norazaan royalty, a series of meticulously planned events have been arranged. One of them being the hunt.
With a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, Helios announces, “I will be participating in it.” His gaze then shifts to $E_name, curiosity evident in his expression. “Will you?”
$E_name offers a subtle shake of $E_their head, a quiet but firm refusal. “I would rather not.”
Helios, with a nod acknowledging $E_name’s decision, shifts the conversation slightly. “That’s alright. There are plenty of other activities planned. Maybe you’ll find something more to your liking.”
$E_name offers a faint smile in return, a silent appreciation for Helios’ understanding.
Luceris directs his gaze towards you, awaiting your response. “And what about you, bird?”
Before you can answer, a servant discreetly approaches, whispering a brief message into Luceris’ ear. His expression remains composed, though there’s a subtle flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Luceris addresses the table with polite decorum, rising from his seat. “It seems there’s an urgent matter that requires my attention. Please, continue enjoying the meal.”
You wonder what the urgent matter is, Luceris isn’t the kind of person to leave in the middle of a meal.
Helios stands up after his father, “I should go see what the matter is, it sounded serious.”
Now left alone, you and $E_name share a moment of uncertain glances. $E_name’s demeanor speaks volumes, signaling an evident reluctance to engage in more conversation than necessary.
That is how lunch ends for you.
[[Continue|ch3-37]]Helios finally looks up from his plate, “Well…” he notices both Luceris and $E_name staring at him. “Even if the feelings are fleeting, they should be cherished.”
$E_name smiles happily while Luceris goes back to eating.
Luceris then addresses $E_name, his tone shifting back to a more kind demeanor. “But, $E_name, finding a suitable match is a delicate matter, one that requires careful consideration beyond fleeting affections.”
As he speaks, he glances at Helios as well, making it seem like the wisdom is for him as well.
“Who is looking forward to the hunt?” Helios tosses the question into the air, changing the topic.
To honor the visit of the Norazaan royalty, a series of meticulously planned events have been arranged. One of them being the hunt.
With a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, Helios announces, “I will be participating in it.” His gaze then shifts to $E_name, curiosity evident in his expression. “Will you?”
$E_name offers a subtle shake of $E_their head, a quiet but firm refusal. “I would rather not.”
Helios, with a nod acknowledging $E_name’s decision, shifts the conversation slightly. “That’s alright. There are plenty of other activities planned. Maybe you’ll find something more to your liking.”
$E_name offers a faint smile in return, a silent appreciation for Helios’ understanding.
Luceris directs his gaze towards you, awaiting your response. “And what about you, bird?”
Before you can answer, a servant discreetly approaches, whispering a brief message into Luceris’ ear. His expression remains composed, though there’s a subtle flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Luceris addresses the table with polite decorum, rising from his seat. “It seems there’s an urgent matter that requires my attention. Please, continue enjoying the meal.”
You wonder what the urgent matter is, Luceris isn’t the kind of person to leave in the middle of a meal.
Helios stands up after his father, “I should go see what the matter is, it sounded serious.”
Now left alone, you and $E_name share a moment of uncertain glances. $E_name’s demeanor speaks volumes, signaling an evident reluctance to engage in more conversation than necessary.
That is how lunch ends for you.
[[Continue|ch3-37]]You stay quiet as they keep talking to each other.
“Who is looking forward to the hunt?” Helios tosses the question into the air, changing the topic.
To honor the visit of the Norazaan royalty, a series of meticulously planned events have been arranged. One of them being the hunt.
With a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, Helios announces, “I will be participating in it.” His gaze then shifts to $E_name, curiosity evident in his expression. “Will you?”
$E_name offers a subtle shake of $E_their head, a quiet but firm refusal. “I would rather not.”
Helios, with a nod acknowledging $E_name’s decision, shifts the conversation slightly. “That’s alright. There are plenty of other activities planned. Maybe you’ll find something more to your liking.”
$E_name offers a faint smile in return, a silent appreciation for Helios’ understanding.
Luceris directs his gaze towards you, awaiting your response. “And what about you, bird?”
Before you can answer, a servant discreetly approaches, whispering a brief message into Luceris’ ear. His expression remains composed, though there’s a subtle flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Luceris addresses the table with polite decorum, rising from his seat. “It seems there’s an urgent matter that requires my attention. Please, continue enjoying the meal.”
You wonder what the urgent matter is, Luceris isn’t the kind of person to leave in the middle of a meal.
Helios stands up after his father, “I should go see what the matter is, it sounded serious.”
Now left alone, you and $E_name share a moment of uncertain glances. $E_name’s demeanor speaks volumes, signaling an evident reluctance to engage in more conversation than necessary.
That is how lunch ends for you.
[[Continue|ch3-37]]In this chapter you will be able to choose hobbies and coping mechanisms.
Life often presents challenges, and how we navigate them can significantly impact our well-being.
Here are the paths available to you :
<span class="choice-normal">Two hobbies.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">One hobby + One Unhealthy Coping Mechanism.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">One hobby + Two Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms.</span>
Please note that if you opt out of choosing the options with unhealthy coping mechanisms, your chosen hobbies will serve as your healthy coping mechanism(s).
Here are the options for unhealthy coping mechanisms:
<span class="choice-normal">Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Excessive oversleeping.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Overextending oneself through excessive work.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Neglecting self-care entirely.</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending.</span>
Here are the options for hobbies.
<span class="choice-normal">Baking</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Cooking</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Dancing</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Forging weapons</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Gardening</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Hunting</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Painting</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Playing instruments</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Reading</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Singing</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Writing</span>
<<button 'Select two hobbies.'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<run Engine.play("2h")>>
<</button>>
<<button 'Select one hobby and one coping mechanism'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<run Engine.play("1h1c")>>
<</button>>
<<button 'Select one hobby and two coping mechanisms'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<run Engine.play("1h2c")>>
<</button>>First Coping Mechanism:
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking">> Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Excessive oversleeping">> Excessive oversleeping.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">> Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Overextending oneself through excessive work">> Overextending oneself through excessive work.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking">> Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">> Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Neglecting self-care entirely">> Neglecting self-care entirely.
<<radiobutton "$copim1" "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending">> Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "Next." "1h2c-2">><</link>></span>Second Coping Mechanism:
<<if $copim1 is "Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking">><s>Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking.</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking.">> Alcohol abuse or excessive drinking.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Excessive oversleeping">><s>Excessive oversleeping.</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Excessive oversleeping">> Excessive oversleeping.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">><s>Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep.</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">> Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Overextending oneself through excessive work">><s>Overextending oneself through excessive work</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Overextending oneself through excessive work">> Overextending oneself through excessive work.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking">><s>Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking">> Engaging in unnecessary risk-taking.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">><s>Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">> Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Neglecting self-care entirely">><s>Neglecting self-care entirely</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Neglecting self-care entirely">> Neglecting self-care entirely.<</if>>
<<if $copim1 is "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending">><s>Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$copim2" "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending">> Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending.<</if>>
<<button 'Confirm'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<run Engine.play("ch3-20")>>
<</button>>Second hobby :
<<if $hobby1 is "Baking">><s>Baking</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Baking">> Baking<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Cooking">><s>Cooking</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Cooking">> Cooking<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Dancing">><s>Dancing</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Dancing">> Dancing<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Forging Weapons">><s>Forging Weapons</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Forging Weapons">> Forging weapons<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Gardening">><s>Gardening</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Gardening">> Gardening<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Hunting">><s>Hunting</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Hunting">> Hunting<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Painting">><s>Painting</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Painting">> Painting<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Playing instruments">><s>Playing instruments</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Playing instruments">> Playing instruments<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Reading">><s>Reading</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Reading">> Reading<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Singing">><s>Singing</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Singing">> Singing<</if>>
<<if $hobby1 is "Writing">><s>Writing</s><<else>><<radiobutton "$hobby2" "Writing">> Writing<</if>>
<<button 'Confirm'>>
<<run Dialog.close()>>
<<run Engine.play("ch3-20")>>
<</button>>“Thank gods,” Hunter smiles, a hint of jest in their tone. “I’m not sure how I would recover if you forgot me, Your Majesty.”
Hunter always utilizes honorifics when there are people around the two of you.
Glancing discreetly at the nearby guards, you confirm they remain steadfastly focused on their duty, unwavering and unperturbed by the conversation.
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here, I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wants me to join them for lunch.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]Hunter winks, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Hunter always utilizes honorifics when there are people around the two of you.
Glancing discreetly at the nearby guards, you confirm they remain steadfastly focused on their duty, unwavering and unperturbed by the conversation.
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here, I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wants me to join them for lunch.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]“Woah!” Hunter exclaims as you wrap your arms around $H_himher.
“Your Majesty,” Hunter murmurs and for a moment $H_heshe doesn’t hug you back but then $H_heshe gingerly wraps $H_hisher arms around you, patting your back. “I suppose I was definitely missed.” Hunter jokes.
You release your hold on $H_himher.
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here, I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wants me to join them for lunch.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]Hunter touches $H_hisher earlobe subconsciously, “That is true.”
Hunter then looks around, “Well, since there’s nothing to do here, I suppose we should leave.”
“Luceris wants me to join them for lunch.”
“Oh, then let’s head there.”
[[Continue.|ch3-32]]Deciding to retreat to the solitude of your chamber, you excuse yourself from the table with a polite nod to $E_name.
Surprisingly, you have time for yourself despite the arrival of the guests. You have time to indulge in anything that pleases you.
<<if $hobby1 is "Baking">>Although most of your meals are graciously provided by the main palace, your own abode has a smaller yet well-equipped kitchen—a haven where you explore your passion for baking.
Entering the cozy space, the aromas of vanilla and spices linger from past creations, filling the air with a welcoming fragrance. Rows of gleaming utensils and ingredients line the countertops, awaiting your touch.
The sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, inviting and soothing.
In the beginning, the servants couldn’t comprehend your fascination with baking. After all, they were more than capable of fulfilling any culinary request. However, it was never about the end product alone; it was the process as well.
The aroma of freshly baked goods slowly fills the kitchen, a tantalizing medley of scents that heighten your anticipation. The transformation of ingredients into decadent treats is always a joy.
After cleaning up the kitchen and arranging the freshly baked treats on a delicate porcelain platter, you carefully transport them to your room, eager to savor the fruits of your labor in the tranquility of your own space.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Cooking">>Although most of your meals are graciously provided by the main palace, your own abode has a smaller yet well-equipped kitchen—a haven where you explore your passion for cooking.
Entering the cozy space, the aromas of spices linger from past creations, filling the air with a welcoming fragrance. Rows of gleaming utensils and ingredients line the countertops, awaiting your touch.
The sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, inviting and soothing.
In the beginning, the servants couldn’t comprehend your fascination with cooking. After all, they were more than capable of fulfilling any culinary request. However, it was never about the end product alone; it was the process as well.
The aroma of freshly made food slowly fills the kitchen, a tantalizing medley of scents that heighten your anticipation. The transformation of ingredients into decadent dishes is always a joy.
Despite having enjoyed lunch a short while ago, the tempting scents drifting from the countertop momentarily tempt your senses.
However, satiated for the moment, you decide to have it for dinner instead.
Closing the door behind you, you leave the flavors to mingle and mature until the perfect moment for your evening meal.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Dancing">>Dancing has always been something you loved, something to make you feel happier.
With graceful movements, you start to dance, letting your body sway and glide across the room. There’s no music, just the rhythm of your heartbeat guiding each step. The gentle rustle of your attire becomes the only accompanying melody to your fluid motions.
In the absence of music, the silence amplifies the subtleties of your movements.
As you whirl and turn, the worries of the day seem to dissipate, the strains of courtly life fade into the background of your mind.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Forging weapons">>Your favorite way to spend your time lies in the craft of forging weapons, a skill you have honed with dedication and finesse over the years. Within the expansive confines of the palace, you have transformed one of the rooms into a place dedicated to this pursuit.
Arriving at your dedicated workspace, the atmosphere shifts. The air carries the distinct scent of smoldering embers and metal shavings, a scent you have started to find comforting.
Tools and equipment line the walls, meticulously organized for ease of use.
With practiced ease, you set to work, the rhythmic clang of hammer meeting steel echoing through the room. Molten metal dances under the intense heat, obediently taking shape under your skilled hands.
Hours pass unnoticed as you immerse yourself in this labor of love. With a satisfied nod, you set aside the unfinished creations, the day’s labor culminating in the promise of formidable weapons in the making, and return to your chambers.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Gardening">>Gardening is an activity that brings you happiness, a way to connect with nature amidst the grandeur of courtly duties.
Stepping out into the palace gardens, you’re greeted by the symphony of rustling leaves and the gentle whispers of the breeze.
Rows of vibrant flowers, elegantly trimmed hedges, and winding pathways invite you in. You roll up your sleeves, reaching for the gardening tools with a sense of quiet enthusiasm.
With each movement, you immerse yourself in the rhythm of gardening—digging, planting, and tending to the flourishing flora. The earthy scent of soil combined with the fragrance of blossoms fills the air.
At times, Fadiya joins you, gardening is something she likes as well although it is much easier for her using magic.
Hours slip away unnoticed as you lose yourself in the embrace of nature.
The sunlight dances through the canopy of leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you nurture the growing beauty around you.
As evening approaches, you stand back to admire your handiwork. With a contented smile, you retreat from the garden, invigorated by the time spent in the garden.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Hunting">>Hunting has always been your favorite, it allows you to unwind, to lose yourself in the rhythms of nature and the thrill of the chase.
With an agile step, you make your way to the hunting grounds nestled behind the palace, anticipation courses through you, eager to immerse yourself in the familiar routine.
As you walk deeper into the hunting grounds, you spot a vibrant bird amongst the branches, your eyes lock onto it. You carefully draw an arrow from your quiver, feeling the cool wood against your fingertips. With a focused breath, you release the arrow, and it swiftly finds its mark.
As evening approaches, you retrace your steps, the forest gradually giving way to the grandeur of the palace. You give the prized game to the diligent servants, ensuring nothing goes to waste.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Painting">>Deciding to indulge in your favorite pastime, you gravitate toward the corner where your painting supplies patiently await
Painting has always been your favorite.
Setting up your easel by the window, you gaze out at the view that stretches beyond the palace grounds. The landscape unfolds like a magnificent canvas itself, inviting you to capture its beauty in hues of green, gold, and blue.
With each brushstroke, the canvas gradually transforms, coming alive with the essence of the landscape outside.
Hours pass unnoticed as you immerse yourself in this labor of love, the world outside fades away into a symphony of colors and shapes.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Playing instruments">>With a subtle smile, you decide to indulge in one of your cherished ways to pass the time—music.
Making your way through the opulent corridors of the palace, you navigate toward the chamber specifically dedicated to your assortment of instruments.
Upon reaching the music chamber, a haven adorned with various musical instruments—an assortment of strings, wind instruments, and percussion—your spirit is rejuvenated.
The room exudes an air of serenity, untouched by the tensions that often accompany the responsibilities of royalty.
You gently close the door behind you, enveloping yourself in the peaceful seclusion of the chamber. Each instrument stands as evidence of your passion, each one beckoning to be played.
With a reverent touch, you select an instrument and begin to weave a melody.
Lost in the harmonies and rhythms, time seems to bend, the world outside of this room fades away, leaving you alone with your music.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Reading">>You recall that your twin was never a fan of books but reading has always been your cherished escape, a doorway to different realms and narratives.
Though the main palace boasts a vast library adorned with countless volumes, your palace features a smaller, cozier collection—one that feels more intimate and inviting to your tastes.
Entering the small library, you’re greeted by the scent of aged parchment and leather bindings—a fragrance that feels like a warm embrace to your soul.
You settle into your favorite reading nook, the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the cozy room.
Lost in the pages of a book, time seems to bend, the world outside of this room fades away, leaving you alone with your book.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Singing">>Music, an old friend, beckons to be embraced.
With the door softly closing behind you, you let your voice weave through the chamber, your melodies resonating within the room.
The day unfolds in a symphony of song. Whether a ballad, a joyous chorus, or a soulful lament, your voice resonates with emotions that only music can convey.
Lost in the harmonies and rhythms, time seems to bend, the world outside of this room fades away, leaving you alone with your music.<<elseif $hobby1 is "Writing">>Writing has always been your favorite way of spending time.
As sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the room, you settle into your favorite writing spot.
The quietude envelops you like a familiar embrace, freeing your mind to wander through the realms of imagination as ink flows effortlessly onto the parchment.
Words weave tales, characters come to life, and worlds unfold beneath the quill’s artful strokes.
Lost in the act of writing, time seems to bend, the world outside of this room fades away, leaving you alone with your words.<</if>>
[[Continue|ch3-38]]When you finally stir and glance around, the chamber is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. The tranquil serenity of the night has settled, painting the room in muted hues of shadows and gentle luminescence.
As you gather your bearings, it becomes evident that the hour has grown remarkably late.
You sit up slowly, the covers slipping from your shoulders as you survey the darkened chamber.<<if $copim1 is "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep" or $copim2 is "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">> You usually don’t get much sleep so this is a surprise.<</if>>
Rising from the bed, you stretch languidly, a feeling of stiffness permeating your limbs after the unexpected rest. A few satisfying cracks later, you steady yourself and move toward the chamber’s entrance.
Exiting your room, you notice the absence of guards stationed in front of your quarters. They have likely moved on to patrol other areas within the expansive palace, leaving your corridor unattended for the time being.
With no specific destination in mind, a desire to simply walk and clear your mind guides your steps. Each stride takes you through the silent hallways, the only company being the echo of your footfalls against the polished marble floors.
Eventually, almost instinctively, you find yourself standing before the late consort’s room. It’s an unusual choice of destination, given the room’s seclusion and the infrequency of visitors. Rarely does anyone venture inside, or at least, you’ve never witnessed any activity there.
Pushing the door ajar, the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table floods the hallway. The gentle rustle of paper reaches your ears, hinting at someone engrossed in reading, perhaps lost in the pages of a book.
Stepping further into the room, you’re met with a sight that catches you off guard—Helios, seated at the edge of the bed, immersed in a book.
[[Continue|ch3-38a]]It shouldn’t startle you, not really, considering this space belonged to his late mother.
Sensing your arrival, Helios lifts his gaze from the book, visibly startled. He rises from his seat with a slight jump, an apologetic look gracing his features.
“Your Majesty,” he greets with a slight bow of his head, “I apologize for not sending word of my visit to this palace… I will take my leave now.”
His words carry a hint of unease, an unexpected encounter seemingly catching him off guard.
You're not sure what compels you to say he doesn’t have to go, but you do say it.
“No,” you say, “you don’t have to go.”
Helios looks at you, a mix of surprise and uncertainty crossing his features, his eyes holding a flicker of curiosity and a tinge of apprehension. He adjusts his posture, standing a bit straighter but still visibly unsure of the situation.
Your presence in this room, once belonging to his late mother, surely carries an unexpected weight, especially considering the circumstances that led to you living in this palace.<<if $ch2fire is "true">>
And considering you set fire to this very room five years ago.<</if>>
“You don’t need to leave,” you repeat, this time more firmly. “I wasn’t aware anyone used this room anymore.”
<<if $ch2fire is "true">>“I have been away for a while, so I suppose you never saw anyone here,” Helios explains, a tinge of nostalgia evident in his voice. “I often find some peace and quiet in this room… or what is left of it.”
Motioning for you to step further inside, Helios invites you deeper into the room that once held the essence of his mother’s presence.
There aren’t traces of his mother left, at least not as many as before.
A new bed stands in place, devoid of the memories and comfort it once held.
The desk, too, is unfamiliar, lacking the wear and tear that would signify years of use.
Fresh curtains hang by the windows, their pristine fabric contrasting starkly against the remnants of charred memories.
Everything once resonant with his mother’s essence—objects that held sentimental value and whispered tales of a life lived—is gone. All because of you.
“Sit down,” Helios offers, looking like a nervous host.
You sit down on the edge of the bed.
Helios settles beside you, though there is a noticeable gap, an arm’s length distancing you from each other.
<<else>>“I have been away for a while, so I suppose you never saw anyone here,” Helios explains, a tinge of nostalgia evident in his voice. “I often find some peace and quiet in this room.”
There’s a palpable shift in the room’s atmosphere, a softening of barriers that usually stand between you both.
Motioning for you to step further inside, Helios invites you deeper into the room that once held the essence of his mother’s presence.
The room is just as you remember. The letters are still on the desk, the books are still there as well, the curtains are still the same as well.
“Sit down,” Helios offers, looking like a nervous host.
You sit down on the edge of the bed.
Helios settles beside you, though there is a noticeable gap, an arm’s length distancing you from each other.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What were you reading?”|ch3-39a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ch2fire is "true">>[[“I want you to know… I want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you.”|ch3-39b]]<<else>><s>“I want you to know… I want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ch2fire is "true">>[[“I understand if you are upset with me about what I did to this room.”|ch3-39c]]<<else>><s>“I understand if you are upset with me about what I did to this room.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Remain silent, waiting for Helios to speak first.|ch3-39d]]</span>His gaze momentarily drops to the book resting in his lap before he meets your eyes.
“This book was my mother’s favorite. She used to read it often.”
You glance down at the book clutched in his hand, its cover adorned with a delicate depiction of a rose—the title “The Flower on a Cliff” elegantly inscribed in flowing script.
“It’s not the happiest of stories, but it’s been a part of my life for a long time,” he continues. “There is something oddly comforting about returning to its pages, even though it doesn’t end in a traditional ‘happily ever after.’ It’s... familiar.”
It feels odd how much he is sharing with you, how much he is letting you see into his life.
“It must feel nice to be here after all the time you spent away.”
Helios nods, “It does.” he clears his throat, “Would you ever want to visit Vesphire?”
When you were first brought to Rosea, Vesphire represented everything lost—a distant homeland where memories of a happier life resided, memories shattered by the event that led to your forced departure.
“Why do you ask?” you inquire, meeting Helios’ gaze with a curious tilt of your head.
“Not for any reason in particular,” Helios replies, a faint trace of contemplation in his voice. “I was just wondering how you felt about Vesphire since I spent the last two years there.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “My dear husband would prefer dying than ever letting me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Why should I tell you?”|ch3-40e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Even if I wanted to, your father would never let me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Tease, “I’m guessing you liked it there? Was it because of " + $E_name + "?”"|ch3-40c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “Oh, right. Hunter mentioned that you two might visit Vesphire again. You must have liked it.”|ch3-40d]]</span><<set $Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 2, 0, 100)>><<set $ch3apology to "true">>The room itself seems to hold its breath, the atmosphere tinged with the remnants of a tumultuous past.
“I understand,” Helios responds softly, his voice carrying a subtle warmth despite the weight of the moment. “You don’t need to explain any further.”
His understanding, though unexpected, brings a sense of relief.
The air feels less heavy.
Helios and you sit in silence for a moment before he breaks the silence, “Would you ever want to visit Vesphire?”
When you were first brought to Rosea, Vesphire represented everything lost—a distant homeland where memories of a happier life resided, memories shattered by the event that led to your forced departure.
“Why do you ask?” you inquire, meeting Helios’ gaze with a curious tilt of your head.
“Not for any reason in particular,” Helios replies, a faint trace of contemplation in his voice. “I was just wondering how you felt about Vesphire since I spent the last two years there.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “My dear husband would prefer dying than ever letting me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Why should I tell you?”|ch3-40e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Even if I wanted to, your father would never let me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Tease, “I’m guessing you liked it there? Was it because of " + $E_name + "?”"|ch3-40c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “Oh, right. Hunter mentioned that you two might visit Vesphire again. You must have liked it.”|ch3-40d]]</span><<set $Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 2, 0, 100)>><<set $ch3apology to "true">>The room itself seems to hold its breath, the atmosphere tinged with the remnants of a tumultuous past.
“It was your way of hurting my father,” he ventures, his voice tinged with a blend of understanding and wariness. “I won’t lie that I wasn’t upset when it happened.” He continues, “But I am not upset anymore, I understand why you did it.”
His understanding, though unexpected, brings a sense of calmness.
The air feels less heavy.
Helios and you sit in silence for a moment before he breaks the silence, “Would you ever want to visit Vesphire?”
When you were first brought to Rosea, Vesphire represented everything lost—a distant homeland where memories of a happier life resided, memories shattered by the event that led to your forced departure.
“Why do you ask?” you inquire, meeting Helios’ gaze with a curious tilt of your head.
“Not for any reason in particular,” Helios replies, a faint trace of contemplation in his voice. “I was just wondering how you felt about Vesphire since I spent the last two years there.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “My dear husband would prefer dying than ever letting me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Why should I tell you?”|ch3-40e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Even if I wanted to, your father would never let me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Tease, “I’m guessing you liked it there? Was it because of " + $E_name + "?”"|ch3-40c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “Oh, right. Hunter mentioned that you two might visit Vesphire again. You must have liked it.”|ch3-40d]]</span>His gaze momentarily drops to the book resting in his lap before he meets your eyes.
“It’s... a romance novel,” he responds, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He hesitates for a moment, seemingly debating whether to elaborate before continuing, “It was my mother’s favorite. She used to read it often.”
You glance down at the book clutched in his hand, its cover adorned with a delicate depiction of a rose—the title “The Flower on a Cliff” elegantly inscribed in flowing script.
“It’s not the happiest of stories, but it’s been a part of my life for a long time,” he continues. “There is something oddly comforting about returning to its pages, even though it doesn’t end in a traditional ‘happily ever after.’ It’s... familiar.”
It feels odd how much he is sharing with you, how much he is letting you see into his life.
“It must feel nice to be here after all the time you spent away.”
Helios nods, “It does.” he clears his throat, “Would you ever want to visit Vesphire?”
When you were first brought to Rosea, Vesphire represented everything lost—a distant homeland where memories of a happier life resided, memories shattered by the event that led to your forced departure.
“Why do you ask?” you inquire, meeting Helios’ gaze with a curious tilt of your head.
“Not for any reason in particular,” Helios replies, a faint trace of contemplation in his voice. “I was just wondering how you felt about Vesphire since I spent the last two years there.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “My dear husband would prefer dying than ever letting me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Why should I tell you?”|ch3-40e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Even if I wanted to, your father would never let me visit Vesphire.”|ch3-40b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Tease, “I’m guessing you liked it there? Was it because of " + $E_name + "?”"|ch3-40c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “Oh, right. Hunter mentioned that you two might visit Vesphire again. You must have liked it.”|ch3-40d]]</span>The choice to mention your relationship with his father, makes Helios’ expression shift.
Helios looks away from you, “I see, that does sound like him.”
“Overdramatic and cruel?” You retort.
Helios hesitates for a moment, his gaze lingering somewhere in the middle distance before he reluctantly nods in response to your query. “Yes, at times.”
You observe Helios, attempting to decipher the emotions etched across his face—a mix of discomfort and an unspoken understanding.
As silence lingers, Helios rises slowly, an air of awkwardness now tainting the atmosphere. “I should go,” he murmurs softly, his voice betraying a sense of unease.
Before turning to leave, Helios pauses, his expression softening as he casts a fleeting glance back at you. “Vesphire was really beautiful,” he acknowledges before continuing, “In many ways, it reminded me of you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“My, my, is that a compliment?”|ch3-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not sure what to say.|ch3-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit warm inside.|ch3-41c][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I will see you tomorrow.”|ch3-41d]]</span>There is a subtle shift in his expression, “Someday, perhaps things will change,” he says softly, his tone laced with a quiet hope for a future where restrictions dissolve and choices become yours to make.
“That would be nice.”
Helios rises from his seat, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “I should go.”
Before turning to leave, Helios pauses, his expression softening as he casts a fleeting glance back at you. “Vesphire was really beautiful,” he acknowledges before continuing, “In many ways, it reminded me of you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“My, my, is that a compliment?”|ch3-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not sure what to say.|ch3-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit warm inside.|ch3-41c]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I will see you tomorrow.”|ch3-41d]]</span>Helios nods thoughtfully, a brief moment of reflection preceding his reply. “It’s a place with its own kind of beauty,” he acknowledges softly before continuing, “In many ways, it reminded me of you.”
Helios rises from his seat, an apologetic smile on his lips. "I should go.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“My, my, is that a compliment?”|ch3-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not sure what to say.|ch3-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit warm inside.|ch3-41c]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I will see you tomorrow.”|ch3-41d]]</span>Helios chuckles softly, a warm smile gracing his features as he shakes his head in good-natured amusement. “Not you as well, Your Majesty,” he responds, lightly deflecting your playful suggestion.
“Oh, listen,” you persist with a teasing grin, unable to resist continuing the playful banter. “$E_They followed you home. There must be some truth to what I am saying.”
“I assure you, there is nothing between us.”
You playfully raise an eyebrow, feigning an expression of mock skepticism. “Are you certain?”
A smile graces Helios’ features, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Quite certain,” he assures with a lighthearted laugh. “But Vesphire was truly beautiful. In many ways, it reminded me of you.”
Helios rises from his seat, an apologetic smile on his lips. "I should go.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“My, my, is that a compliment?”|ch3-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not sure what to say.|ch3-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit warm inside.|ch3-41c]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I will see you tomorrow.”|ch3-41d]]</span>Helios stiffens, a sudden realization seemingly dawning upon him, as if he’s become acutely aware of the implications buried within his previous statement.
“I didn’t mean it in that way,” Helios interjects hastily, a blush tinting his cheeks as he scrambles to clarify, his voice earnest yet slightly flustered. “Not that you aren’t, of course you’re beautiful. I just—”
Your raised eyebrow prompts him to halt his stumbling explanation, his words dissipating into a nervous silence.
“I understand, no need to dig yourself into a deeper hole.”
Helios breathes, “I should take my leave now, goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you reply, watching as he leaves the room, the echo of his footsteps fading in the silence.
<<if $helgiftyes is true>>Oh, you forgot to ask him if he brought you the gift you wanted. You’ll ask the next time you see him.
<</if>>Left to your own devices, your gaze drifts around the room, taking in the remnants of the past that still linger amid the room.
Your gaze falls upon the bedside table, and there it is—an oversight, or perhaps an intentional gesture—Helios has left the book behind.
It is the same book he held moments ago, the one he spoke fondly of, his mother’s cherished favorite.
<<if $ch2fire isnot "true">>Recollection floods your mind—a memory of the last time you were in this room, when a similar copy rested on the desk.
You cross the room and approach the desk, memories swirling with each step. The book lies there, exactly where you last saw it, waiting patiently for your return. With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<<else>>Curiosity piques your interest, prompting you to flip through the book’s pages.
With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<</if>><<if $memory is "your mother’s favorite book">>
It feels like you’ve seen this before.<</if>>
The drawn chrysanthemum on the last page leaves you with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, compelling you to take it with you.
Leaving the late consort’s room behind, you tread the familiar corridors back to your own quarters. The echoes of your footsteps resonate through the silent halls, the book held close to your chest as you traverse the palace’s elegant but deserted passageways.
Upon reaching your room, you carefully lay the book on the wooden table. Your fingers linger over the cover before drifting to the delicate key hanging around your neck.
With a soft exhale, you unclasp the pendant, letting it dangle from your fingertips momentarily, its glinting metal catching the ambient light filtering through the chamber’s windows.
[[Continue|ch3-42]]Helios bows his head slightly toward you, “Goodnight, Your Majesty.”
“Goodnight,” you reply, watching as he leaves the room, the echo of his footsteps fading in the silence.
<<if $helgiftyes is true>>Oh, you forgot to ask him if he brought you the gift you wanted. You’ll ask the next time you see him.
<</if>>Left to your own devices, your gaze drifts around the room, taking in the remnants of the past that still linger amid the room.
Your gaze falls upon the bedside table, and there it is—an oversight, or perhaps an intentional gesture—Helios has left the book behind.
It is the same book he held moments ago, the one he spoke fondly of, his mother’s cherished favorite.
<<if $ch2fire isnot "true">>Recollection floods your mind—a memory of the last time you were in this room, when a similar copy rested on the desk.
You cross the room and approach the desk, memories swirling with each step. The book lies there, exactly where you last saw it, waiting patiently for your return. With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<<else>>Curiosity piques your interest, prompting you to flip through the book’s pages.
With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<</if>>
<<if $memory is "your mother’s favorite book">>
It feels like you’ve seen this before.
<</if>>The drawn chrysanthemum on the last page leaves you with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, compelling you to take it with you.
Leaving the late consort’s room behind, you tread the familiar corridors back to your own quarters. The echoes of your footsteps resonate through the silent halls, the book held close to your chest as you traverse the palace’s elegant but deserted passageways.
Upon reaching your room, you carefully lay the book on the wooden table. Your fingers linger over the cover before drifting to the delicate key hanging around your neck.
With a soft exhale, you unclasp the pendant, letting it dangle from your fingertips momentarily, its glinting metal catching the ambient light filtering through the chamber’s windows.
[[Continue|ch3-42]]The unexpected compliment catches you off guard, a warmth blossoming within you at his words. Before you can fully process the sentiment, Helios bows his head slightly toward you, “Goodnight, Your Majesty.”
“Goodnight,” you reply, watching as he leaves the room, the echo of his footsteps fading in the silence.
<<if $helgiftyes is true>>Oh, you forgot to ask him if he brought you the gift you wanted. You’ll ask the next time you see him.
<</if>>Left to your own devices, your gaze drifts around the room, taking in the remnants of the past that still linger amid the room.
Your gaze falls upon the bedside table, and there it is—an oversight, or perhaps an intentional gesture—Helios has left the book behind.
It is the same book he held moments ago, the one he spoke fondly of, his mother’s cherished favorite.
<<if $ch2fire isnot "true">>Recollection floods your mind—a memory of the last time you were in this room, when a similar copy rested on the desk.
You cross the room and approach the desk, memories swirling with each step. The book lies there, exactly where you last saw it, waiting patiently for your return. With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<<else>>Curiosity piques your interest, prompting you to flip through the book’s pages.
With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<</if>><<if $memory is "your mother’s favorite book">>
It feels like you’ve seen this before.
<</if>>The drawn chrysanthemum on the last page leaves you with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, compelling you to take it with you.
Leaving the late consort’s room behind, you tread the familiar corridors back to your own quarters. The echoes of your footsteps resonate through the silent halls, the book held close to your chest as you traverse the palace’s elegant but deserted passageways.
Upon reaching your room, you carefully lay the book on the wooden table. Your fingers linger over the cover before drifting to the delicate key hanging around your neck.
With a soft exhale, you unclasp the pendant, letting it dangle from your fingertips momentarily, its glinting metal catching the ambient light filtering through the chamber’s windows.
[[Continue|ch3-42]]Helios bows his head slightly toward you, “Goodnight, Your Majesty.”
“Goodnight,” you reply, watching as he leaves the room, the echo of his footsteps fading in the silence.
<<if $helgiftyes is true>>Oh, you forgot to ask him if he brought you the gift you wanted. You’ll ask the next time you see him.
<</if>>Left to your own devices, your gaze drifts around the room, taking in the remnants of the past that still linger amid the room.
Your gaze falls upon the bedside table, and there it is—an oversight, or perhaps an intentional gesture—Helios has left the book behind.
It is the same book he held moments ago, the one he spoke fondly of, his mother’s cherished favorite.
<<if $ch2fire isnot "true">>Recollection floods your mind—a memory of the last time you were in this room, when a similar copy rested on the desk.
You cross the room and approach the desk, memories swirling with each step. The book lies there, exactly where you last saw it, waiting patiently for your return. With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<<else>>Curiosity piques your interest, prompting you to flip through the book’s pages.
With a gentle touch, you flip through the pages, tracing the passages that Helios had mentioned, before arriving at the final page.
There, delicately drawn in ink, is a chrysanthemum—a simple yet detailed sketch, a mark etched onto the otherwise unadorned page. Its presence feels significant, a subtle detail that seems to hold a hidden meaning.<</if>><<if $memory is "your mother’s favorite book">>
It feels like you’ve seen this before.
<</if>>The drawn chrysanthemum on the last page leaves you with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, compelling you to take it with you.
Leaving the late consort’s room behind, you tread the familiar corridors back to your own quarters. The echoes of your footsteps resonate through the silent halls, the book held close to your chest as you traverse the palace’s elegant but deserted passageways.
Upon reaching your room, you carefully lay the book on the wooden table. Your fingers linger over the cover before drifting to the delicate key hanging around your neck.
With a soft exhale, you unclasp the pendant, letting it dangle from your fingertips momentarily, its glinting metal catching the ambient light filtering through the chamber’s windows.
[[Continue|ch3-42]]The drawer yields to your touch, revealing its hidden contents—an assembly of papers, an archive.
The pile sprawled within the drawer isn’t foreign to your eyes; it’s a ledger, a roster of individuals who allied with Luceris in his quest for revenge.
In recent years, you have tried to pursue the truth behind the events that transpired ages ago. Luceris, in his own way, willingly told you about some of the tangled threads of the past. Although never in much detail.
More than half of these names now lie crossed out. Some succumbed to the relentless march of time, their existence snuffed out by the natural course of life. While others met their fate by Luceris’ hands, their names crossed out in red.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Only Luceris would show his gratitude by murdering them.|ch3-43]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can’t help but wonder why Luceris would kill the very people who supported him.|ch3-43]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The fact so many people supported him baffles you.|ch3-43]]</span>Unsurprisingly, the papers are filled with names of Rosean nobles.
Yet, there are also names of Vesphirian nobles. And while you had always been aware of those within Vesphire willing to align with Luceris, the sheer number of collaborators still astonishes you.
As your eyes trace the list once more, they halt abruptly upon reaching a particular segment.
Your heart lurches within your chest, a familiar ache igniting in your core—a stabbing sensation not just by a stranger’s blade, but by the betrayal of those once close to your family.
Memories of your maternal family are a haze, but the inclusion of their names on this list never fails to incite a deep, unsettling dissonance within you.
Their names are crossed out in red.
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s a shame most of them are dead, you wanted to be the one to kill them. You still yearn for revenge.|ch3-44][$ch3revenge to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You merely made the list because you want to find out the truth, revenge isn’t what you want. Not anymore.|ch3-44][$ch3revenge to "false"]]</span>Lancelot and Ikram’s names are also included, they are the closest to him after all. Falk’s name is also included<<if $ch3revenge is "true">>, it is a shame he didn’t come with $E_name. With the hunt approaching, his death could have been arranged.
<</if>>You put the papers back into the drawer and lock it. You put the necklace around your neck once more.
Laying down on the bed, you allow the gentle pull of sleep to beckon, seeking respite in the comfort of the night.
[[Continue|ch3-45]]<<if $copim1 is "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep" or $copim2 is "Chronic insomnia or complete lack of sleep">>As much as your body needs sleep, you can’t seem to. Perhaps it’s because whenever you sleep you have nightmares.
The night stretches on, the quiet solitude of the room becoming more pronounced as sleep eludes you.
Hours pass with the silence echoing around you, the faintest sounds of the night filtering through the stillness. The palace remains shrouded in a serene calmness.
However, as the clock inches its way three hours past midnight, a subtle shift occurs in the atmosphere. A distant murmur pierces the tranquility, a faint disturbance that disrupts the otherwise serene night.
A hurried knock on your door, urgent and frantic, slices through the silence. The servant’s hurried demeanor, evident even through the barrier of wood, speaks volumes of the urgency behind the disturbance.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Keep quiet, hoping they leave.|ch3-45a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Answer them.|ch3-45b]]</span><<else>>The hours pass in quietude, the stillness of the night enveloping the chambers. However, as the hands of time mark the passage of three hours past midnight, the silence is shattered by an unexpected sound—a series of hurried and persistent knocks echo through the chambers.
The sudden disturbance rouses you from the depths of sleep, drawing you back to wakefulness.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to go back to sleep and ignore them.|ch3-45c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Answer them.|ch3-45d]]</span><</if>>Holding your breath, you remain motionless, hoping for the hurried visitor to retreat, longing to be left to the silence and solitude that had enveloped your room.
“Your Majesty?” The servant’s voice, tentative yet urgent, penetrates the quietude as the door creaks open, admitting a sliver of light into the dimness of your room.
Facing the direction of the visitor, the darkness cloaking your figure, you inadvertently startle the servant. Your eyes glow in the darkness, piercing through the darkness.
The servant recoils in fear at the unexpected sight of your glowing red eyes, their initial shock palpable in the abrupt gasp and the step back taken in alarm. Yet, as comprehension dawns upon them, recognition softens the edges of their terror.
“Your Majesty!” the servant stammers, the fear now tinged with a hint of relief.
A moment passes, the tense atmosphere lingering as the servant gathers their composure, hesitating before delivering the pressing news.
“The army and the royals from Norazaan, Your Majesty,” the servant blurts out in a rushed tone. “They’ve arrived earlier than expected.”
<<if $goodwelc is true>>Your brow furrows in surprise, the unexpected news slicing through the calm of the night. “What? They were supposed to arrive in a few days.”
The servant nods quickly, their demeanor indicating the need for swift action. “Yes, Your Majesty. You are expected to go and welcome them at the courtyard. They arrived sooner than anticipated, thankfully the arrangements were finalized earlier today.”
In a flurry of activity, you rise from the bed, the servant swiftly assisting you in fixing your appearance, ensuring every detail aligns with the regal standards expected during such events. Your attire is straightened and any vestige of fatigue or disarray expertly hidden.
The unexpected arrival of the Norazaan delegation and army churns a whirlwind of thoughts within your mind.
The early arrival was unforeseen, disrupting the carefully planned timeline for their reception.
Emerging into the courtyard, the pre-dawn gloom shrouds the space in an ethereal veil, the darkness still prevailing in the hushed moments before daybreak.
A small assembly greets your arrival—a handful of servants scurrying about with preparations, a cluster of guards standing alert at strategic points, and amidst them, the figures of the King and the Princess of Norazaan.
Their silhouettes are faintly illuminated by the soft glow of torches that flicker in the dim light, casting elongated shadows that dance across the courtyard.
The first thing that captivates your attention is the Princess.
Her pale green hair—a unique hue belonging to her bloodline, appears almost luminescent in the dim light. It cascades down her back in gentle waves, an ethereal contrast against the backdrop of the night, adding an otherworldly allure to her presence.
Her demeanor is poised and serene, it echoes the grace of a royal accustomed to the limelight.
As you approach, King Faang takes a step forward, his countenance marked by a serene grace that belies the weight of his station. His presence carries an air of warmth and wisdom, the softness in his eyes a stark contrast to the steely gaze of Luceris you are accustomed to.
But as he stands before you, a peculiar silence befalls him—a momentary pause, his expression frozen, as if suspended in time.
[[Continue|ch3-46]]<<else>>“Tell them I am asleep.”
The servant’s eyes widen, grappling with the weight of your command. “Your Majesty, I—”
Your expression tightens, emphasizing the seriousness of your decision. “Do as I say. Inform them I am indisposed and will not receive them at this moment.”
The servant hesitates for a moment, but under the authority of your command, they nod and rush off to convey your message to the waiting entourage.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]<</if>>You respond swiftly, “Yes?” your voice reaching out to the hurried figure beyond the door.
With a creak, the door swings open, allowing a thin sliver of light to pierce the dimness within your room.
“The army and the royals from Norazaan, Your Majesty,” the servant blurts out in a rushed tone. “They’ve arrived earlier than expected.”
<<if $goodwelc is true>>Your brow furrows in surprise, the unexpected news slicing through the calm of the night. “What? They were supposed to arrive in a few days.”
The servant nods quickly, their demeanor indicating the need for swift action. “Yes, Your Majesty. You are expected to go and welcome them at the courtyard. They arrived sooner than anticipated, thankfully the arrangements were finalized earlier today.”
In a flurry of activity, you rise from the bed, the servant swiftly assisting you in fixing your appearance, ensuring every detail aligns with the regal standards expected during such events. Your attire is straightened and any vestige of fatigue or disarray expertly hidden.
The unexpected arrival of the Norazaan delegation and army churns a whirlwind of thoughts within your mind.
The early arrival was unforeseen, disrupting the carefully planned timeline for their reception.
Emerging into the courtyard, the pre-dawn gloom shrouds the space in an ethereal veil, the darkness still prevailing in the hushed moments before daybreak.
A small assembly greets your arrival—a handful of servants scurrying about with preparations, a cluster of guards standing alert at strategic points, and amidst them, the figures of the King and the Princess of Norazaan.
Their silhouettes are faintly illuminated by the soft glow of torches that flicker in the dim light, casting elongated shadows that dance across the courtyard.
The first thing that captivates your attention is the Princess.
Her pale green hair—a unique hue belonging to her bloodline, appears almost luminescent in the dim light. It cascades down her back in gentle waves, an ethereal contrast against the backdrop of the night, adding an otherworldly allure to her presence.
Her demeanor is poised and serene, it echoes the grace of a royal accustomed to the limelight.
As you approach, King Faang takes a step forward, his countenance marked by a serene grace that belies the weight of his station. His presence carries an air of warmth and wisdom, the softness in his eyes a stark contrast to the steely gaze of Luceris you are accustomed to.
But as he stands before you, a peculiar silence befalls him—a momentary pause, his expression frozen, as if suspended in time.
[[Continue|ch3-46]]<<else>>“Tell them I am asleep.”
The servant’s eyes widen, grappling with the weight of your command. “Your Majesty, I—”
Your expression tightens, emphasizing the seriousness of your decision. “Do as I say. Inform them I am indisposed and will not receive them at this moment.”
The servant hesitates for a moment, but under the authority of your command, they nod and rush off to convey your message to the waiting entourage.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]<</if>>You bury your face in your pillow and try to sleep.
“Your Majesty?” The servant’s voice, tentative yet urgent, penetrates the quietude as the door creaks open, admitting a sliver of light into the dimness of your room.
You groan into your pillow, “What?”
“The army and the royals from Norazaan, Your Majesty,” the servant blurts out in a rushed tone. “They’ve arrived earlier than expected.”
<<if $goodwelc is true>>Your brow furrows in surprise, the unexpected news slicing through the calm of the night. “What? They were supposed to arrive in a few days.”
The servant nods quickly, their demeanor indicating the need for swift action. “Yes, Your Majesty. You are expected to go and welcome them at the courtyard. They arrived sooner than anticipated, thankfully the arrangements were finalized earlier today.”
In a flurry of activity, you rise from the bed, the servant swiftly assisting you in fixing your appearance, ensuring every detail aligns with the regal standards expected during such events. Your attire is straightened and any vestige of fatigue or disarray expertly hidden.
The unexpected arrival of the Norazaan delegation and army churns a whirlwind of thoughts within your mind.
The early arrival was unforeseen, disrupting the carefully planned timeline for their reception.
Emerging into the courtyard, the pre-dawn gloom shrouds the space in an ethereal veil, the darkness still prevailing in the hushed moments before daybreak.
A small assembly greets your arrival—a handful of servants scurrying about with preparations, a cluster of guards standing alert at strategic points, and amidst them, the figures of the King and the Princess of Norazaan.
Their silhouettes are faintly illuminated by the soft glow of torches that flicker in the dim light, casting elongated shadows that dance across the courtyard.
The first thing that captivates your attention is the Princess.
Her pale green hair—a unique hue belonging to her bloodline, appears almost luminescent in the dim light. It cascades down her back in gentle waves, an ethereal contrast against the backdrop of the night, adding an otherworldly allure to her presence.
Her demeanor is poised and serene, it echoes the grace of a royal accustomed to the limelight.
As you approach, King Faang takes a step forward, his countenance marked by a serene grace that belies the weight of his station. His presence carries an air of warmth and wisdom, the softness in his eyes a stark contrast to the steely gaze of Luceris you are accustomed to.
But as he stands before you, a peculiar silence befalls him—a momentary pause, his expression frozen, as if suspended in time.
[[Continue|ch3-46]]<<else>>“Tell them I am asleep.”
The servant’s eyes widen, grappling with the weight of your command. “Your Majesty, I—”
Your expression tightens, emphasizing the seriousness of your decision. “Do as I say. Inform them I am indisposed and will not receive them at this moment.”
The servant hesitates for a moment, but under the authority of your command, they nod and rush off to convey your message to the waiting entourage.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]<</if>>You rub your eyes to get rid of sleepiness, “Yes?” your voice reaching out to the hurried figure beyond the door.
With a creak, the door swings open, allowing a thin sliver of light to pierce the dimness within your room.
“The army and the royals from Norazaan, Your Majesty,” the servant blurts out in a rushed tone. “They’ve arrived earlier than expected.”
<<if $goodwelc is true>>Your brow furrows in surprise, the unexpected news slicing through the calm of the night. “What? They were supposed to arrive in a few days.”
The servant nods quickly, their demeanor indicating the need for swift action. “Yes, Your Majesty. You are expected to go and welcome them at the courtyard. They arrived sooner than anticipated, thankfully the arrangements were finalized earlier today.”
In a flurry of activity, you rise from the bed, the servant swiftly assisting you in fixing your appearance, ensuring every detail aligns with the regal standards expected during such events. Your attire is straightened and any vestige of fatigue or disarray expertly hidden.
The unexpected arrival of the Norazaan delegation and army churns a whirlwind of thoughts within your mind.
The early arrival was unforeseen, disrupting the carefully planned timeline for their reception.
Emerging into the courtyard, the pre-dawn gloom shrouds the space in an ethereal veil, the darkness still prevailing in the hushed moments before daybreak.
A small assembly greets your arrival—a handful of servants scurrying about with preparations, a cluster of guards standing alert at strategic points, and amidst them, the figures of the King and the Princess of Norazaan.
Their silhouettes are faintly illuminated by the soft glow of torches that flicker in the dim light, casting elongated shadows that dance across the courtyard.
The first thing that captivates your attention is the Princess.
Her pale green hair—a unique hue belonging to her bloodline, appears almost luminescent in the dim light. It cascades down her back in gentle waves, an ethereal contrast against the backdrop of the night, adding an otherworldly allure to her presence.
Her demeanor is poised and serene, it echoes the grace of a royal accustomed to the limelight.
As you approach, King Faang takes a step forward, his countenance marked by a serene grace that belies the weight of his station. His presence carries an air of warmth and wisdom, the softness in his eyes a stark contrast to the steely gaze of Luceris you are accustomed to.
But as he stands before you, a peculiar silence befalls him—a momentary pause, his expression frozen, as if suspended in time.
[[Continue|ch3-46]]<<else>>“Tell them I am asleep.”
The servant’s eyes widen, grappling with the weight of your command. “Your Majesty, I—”
Your expression tightens, emphasizing the seriousness of your decision. “Do as I say. Inform them I am indisposed and will not receive them at this moment.”
The servant hesitates for a moment, but under the authority of your command, they nod and rush off to convey your message to the waiting entourage.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]<</if>>In the midst of this unexpected lull, Princess Soarine takes a step closer, gracefully breaking the silence with a respectful bow. “Your Majesty,” she addresses you with a formal greeting, her voice carrying a musical lilt that resonates in the tranquil air of the courtyard.
“Princess Soarine,” you acknowledge with a nod, returning her greeting. “King Faang,” you address the Norazaan ruler, inclining your head in deference.
King Faang regains his composure, offering a warm smile in response, the lines etched by time softening in his expression. “Your Majesty,” he responds, his voice resonating with a comforting timbre. “We are deeply honored to be received by the esteemed Consort of Rosea.”
“We apologize for the early arrival, we presumed it would take a few more hours to reach the palace,” Princess Soarine explains, her words echoing the surprise and sincerity in their unforeseen arrival.
“We must have disturbed your slumber,” King Faang adds, a tone of regret coloring his voice. “We won’t keep you any longer; the servants can show us the way.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Not at all, I am here to extend a warm welcome on behalf of Rosea.”|ch3-46a][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Despite not meaning it, you say, “Not at all, I am here to extend a warm welcome on behalf of Rosea.”|ch3-46a][$manipulative to Math.clamp($manipulative + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Gesturing towards the waiting servants, you indicate their readiness to guide the Norazaan delegation. “Please, allow our attendants to assist you in settling comfortably. I will walk with you to the palace.”
As all of you begin to move, King Faang turns back towards you, “It is good to see you after all these years,” he continues, his voice tinged with a gentle warmth. “I always wondered how you were doing.”
The unexpected familiarity in his words catches you off guard. While you can’t recall a previous encounter with him, you are aware of Norazaan’s historical alliance with Vesphire—your family’s long standing ally in a conflict long lost.
You find yourself unable to respond, the weight of history pressing upon you as you quietly traverse the courtyard.
Princess Soarine interjects, her voice a gentle interruption that pulls you back from the depths of reverie. “I wonder if the Emperor will come to greet us,” she muses aloud, her words a gracious diversion steering the conversation toward more immediate matters.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It is quite late, I believe he will see you tomorrow morning at breakfast.”|ch3-46b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He is most likely getting his beauty sleep, which is what matters above all else after all.”|ch3-46c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The less you see of him, the better.”|ch3-46d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t think so.”|ch3-46e]]</span>King Faang nods in understanding, acknowledging the arrangement.
As the entourage steps through the ornate palace doors, the vastness of the grand hall unfolds, adorned with fresh flowers and polished marble floors that reflect the ambient light cast by chandeliers.
The servants promptly guide King Faang and Princess Soarine toward their designated chambers. With gracious nods, they acknowledge the attendants’ directions, their steps echoing softly in the spacious corridor.
Glancing back at you with a faint smile, Princess Soarine’s voice carries a casual note as she remarks, “It seems we are heading the same way, Consort. Perhaps our rooms are in close proximity?”
You nod, acknowledging her observation. “Yes, indeed. The chambers are situated in this direction,” you explain, gesturing towards the corridor leading to the residential quarters. “The other direction houses the kitchen, library, dining room, and other facilities.”
As you progress further down the corridor, a subtle pause ensues before you reach a set of chambers arranged in close proximity. “Your chambers, Princess Soarine, are just here,” you indicate, gesturing toward the ornate door marking the entrance to her designated residence.
King Faang’s chambers are situated adjacent to hers since they are family.
<<if $ERN is true>>[[Continue|ch3-E47]]<<else>>[[Continue|ch3-47]]<</if>>King Faang laughs heartily at your comment, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness of the early morning. “Ah, even rulers need their rest, I suppose.”
As the entourage steps through the ornate palace doors, the vastness of the grand hall unfolds, adorned with fresh flowers and polished marble floors that reflect the ambient light cast by chandeliers.
The servants promptly guide King Faang and Princess Soarine toward their designated chambers. With gracious nods, they acknowledge the attendants’ directions, their steps echoing softly in the spacious corridor.
Glancing back at you with a faint smile, Princess Soarine’s voice carries a casual note as she remarks, “It seems we are heading the same way, Consort. Perhaps our rooms are in close proximity?”
You nod, acknowledging her observation. “Yes, indeed. The chambers are situated in this direction,” you explain, gesturing towards the corridor leading to the residential quarters. “The other direction houses the kitchen, library, dining room, and other facilities.”
As you progress further down the corridor, a subtle pause ensues before you reach a set of chambers arranged in close proximity. “Your chambers, Princess Soarine, are just here,” you indicate, gesturing toward the ornate door marking the entrance to her designated residence.
King Faang’s chambers are situated adjacent to hers since they are family.
<<if $ERN is true>>[[Continue|ch3-E47]]<<else>>[[Continue|ch3-47]]<</if>>King Faang, his eyes crinkling with amusement, releases a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the quiet courtyard.
As the entourage steps through the ornate palace doors, the vastness of the grand hall unfolds, adorned with fresh flowers and polished marble floors that reflect the ambient light cast by chandeliers.
The servants promptly guide King Faang and Princess Soarine toward their designated chambers. With gracious nods, they acknowledge the attendants’ directions, their steps echoing softly in the spacious corridor.
Glancing back at you with a faint smile, Princess Soarine’s voice carries a casual note as she remarks, “It seems we are heading the same way, Consort. Perhaps our rooms are in close proximity?”
You nod, acknowledging her observation. “Yes, indeed. The chambers are situated in this direction,” you explain, gesturing towards the corridor leading to the residential quarters. “The other direction houses the kitchen, library, dining room, and other facilities.”
As you progress further down the corridor, a subtle pause ensues before you reach a set of chambers arranged in close proximity. “Your chambers, Princess Soarine, are just here,” you indicate, gesturing toward the ornate door marking the entrance to her designated residence.
King Faang’s chambers are situated adjacent to hers since they are family.
<<if $ERN is true>>[[Continue|ch3-E47]]<<else>>[[Continue|ch3-47]]<</if>>King Faang nods thoughtfully, his gaze briefly scanning the surroundings, “That’s understandable.”
As the entourage steps through the ornate palace doors, the vastness of the grand hall unfolds, adorned with fresh flowers and polished marble floors that reflect the ambient light cast by chandeliers.
The servants promptly guide King Faang and Princess Soarine toward their designated chambers. With gracious nods, they acknowledge the attendants’ directions, their steps echoing softly in the spacious corridor.
Glancing back at you with a faint smile, Princess Soarine’s voice carries a casual note as she remarks, “It seems we are heading the same way, Consort. Perhaps our rooms are in close proximity?”
You nod, acknowledging her observation. “Yes, indeed. The chambers are situated in this direction,” you explain, gesturing towards the corridor leading to the residential quarters. “The other direction houses the kitchen, library, dining room, and other facilities.”
As you progress further down the corridor, a subtle pause ensues before you reach a set of chambers arranged in close proximity. “Your chambers, Princess Soarine, are just here,” you indicate, gesturing toward the ornate door marking the entrance to her designated residence.
King Faang’s chambers are situated adjacent to hers since they are family.
<<if $ERN is true>>[[Continue|ch3-E47]]<<else>>[[Continue|ch3-47]]<</if>>As they prepare to enter, you bid them goodnight, “I hope you rest well. Goodnight, King Faang.” Then you turn to her, “Goodnight, Princess Soarine.”
She smiles at you and enters her room.
As you stride towards your chamber, a figure catches your eye—someone pacing restlessly just outside your door. Drawing nearer, you recognize it’s $E_name, $E_their silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the corridor’s lighting.
“$E_formal?” You call out, your voice echoing softly in the hallway.
Startled, $E_name halts $E_their pacing, turning towards your voice with a mixture of relief and uncertainty etched across $E_their features.
“I heard noises,” $E_name responds, $E_their voice wavering slightly, tinged with a hint of apprehension. “I couldn't sleep amidst all the commotion, so I stepped out, intending to inquire, but you weren’t in your room.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The army and the royals family of Norazaan arrived earlier than expected, so I had to go and welcome them.”|ch3-E47a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Aw, were you worried about me?”|ch3-E47b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you alright?”|ch3-E47c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go back inside and sleep.”|ch3-E47d]]</span>However, the chamber next to yours remains vacant, an opportunity for an act of goodwill and an indication of your openness to fostering a harmonious relationship between both of you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Offer her the room next to yours.|ch3-47a][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t offer her the room next to yours.|ch3-47b]]</span>“The army and the royals family of Norazaan arrived earlier than expected, so I had to go and welcome them.”
“The Norazaan delegation? At this hour?” $E_name’s tone holds a tinge of skepticism, $E_their brows furrowing in suspicion.
“Yes, they arrived unexpectedly early,” you affirm, “It was crucial to extend a formal welcome, especially considering how long of a journey they had.”
“Right, and you had to do that now?” $E_They seem to be questioning the urgency of your actions.
“It’s part of the responsibilities that come with my position.”
Accepting your explanation, $E_name seems to reluctantly concede, the skepticism fading from $E_their countenance. A tired yawn escapes $E_their lips, a clear sign of $E_their exhaustion.
“Well, I suppose that makes sense,” $E_name acknowledges with a weary sigh. “I’m going back in.”
With a nonchalant shrug, $E_they turn towards the door, the weariness evident in $E_their movements as $E_they push it open and step back into $E_their chamber. $E_name looks back at you, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, $E_formal.”
[[Continue|ch3-48]]“Aw, were you worried about me?”
$E_name’s expression tightens slightly at your remark, an undercurrent of annoyance flickering in $E_their eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself,” they retort dismissively, a hint of disdain clear in $E_their voice. “I just couldn’t stand the noise disrupting my rest.”
“The reason for the disturbance is that the Norazaan delegation and their army arrived earlier than anticipated.”
“The Norazaan delegation? At this hour?” $E_name’s tone holds a tinge of skepticism, $E_their brows furrowing in suspicion.
“Yes, they arrived unexpectedly early,” you affirm.
Accepting your explanation, $E_name seems to reluctantly concede. A tired yawn escapes $E_their lips, a clear sign of $E_their exhaustion.
“Well, I suppose that makes sense,” $E_name acknowledges with a weary sigh. “I’m going back in.”
With a nonchalant shrug, $E_they turn towards the door, the weariness evident in $E_their movements as $E_they push it open and step back into $E_their chamber. $E_name looks back at you, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, $E_formal.”
[[Continue|ch3-48]]“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” $E_name replies curtly, $E_their voice carrying a defensive edge. “I just couldn’t stand the noise disrupting my rest.”
“The reason for the disturbance is that the Norazaan delegation and their army arrived earlier than anticipated.”
“The Norazaan delegation? At this hour?” $E_name’s tone holds a tinge of skepticism, $E_their brows furrowing in suspicion.
“Yes, they arrived unexpectedly early,” you affirm.
Accepting your explanation, $E_name seems to reluctantly concede. A tired yawn escapes $E_their lips, a clear sign of $E_their exhaustion.
“Well, I suppose that makes sense,” $E_name acknowledges with a weary sigh. “I’m going back in.”
With a nonchalant shrug, $E_they turn towards the door, the weariness evident in $E_their movements as $E_they push it open and step back into $E_their chamber. $E_name looks back at you, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, $E_formal.”
[[Continue|ch3-48]]“Go back inside and sleep.”
$E_name narrows $E_their eyes at you, “So I don’t even get an explanation?”
“The reason for the disturbance is that the Norazaan delegation and their army arrived earlier than anticipated.”
“The Norazaan delegation? At this hour?” $E_name’s tone holds a tinge of skepticism, $E_their brows furrowing in suspicion.
“Yes, they arrived unexpectedly early,” you affirm.
Accepting your explanation, $E_name seems to reluctantly concede. A tired yawn escapes $E_their lips, a clear sign of $E_their exhaustion.
“Well, I suppose that makes sense,” $E_name acknowledges with a weary sigh. “I’m going back in.”
With a nonchalant shrug, $E_they turn towards the door, the weariness evident in $E_their movements as $E_they push it open and step back into $E_their chamber, not looking back at you.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]Your brother takes your hand and leads you out of there, out of the room now filled with adults talking about problems you can’t even begin to understand.
If you think about it, you’re the older twin but Alistair has always been the older one in the way he cares for you. He has always taken care of you no matter what.
“Where are we going?” you ask him, tightening your hand around his as he leads you to gods know where.
He stops abruptly making you bump into him, you groan and narrow your eyes at him but he doesn’t seem even a tiny bit apologetic, “How about you we go to the kitchen and get something to eat?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, let’s get cookies!”|P-1A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And then go to the garden?”|P-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look down at your toy, “Are you hungry too?”|P-3A]]</span>Your brother takes your hand and leads you out of there, out of the room now filled with adults talking about problems you can’t even begin to understand.
If you think about it, you’re the older twin but Alistair has always been the older one in the way he cares for you. He has always taken care of you no matter what.
“Where are we going?” you ask him, tightening your hand around his as he leads you to gods know where.
He stops abruptly making you bump into him, you groan and narrow your eyes at him but he doesn’t seem even a tiny bit apologetic, “How about you we go to the kitchen and get something to eat?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, let’s get cookies!”|P-1A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And then go to the garden?”|P-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look down at your toy, “Are you hungry too?”|P-3A]]</span>Your brother takes your hand and leads you out of there, out of the room now filled with adults talking about problems you can’t even begin to understand.
If you think about it, you’re the older twin but Alistair has always been the older one in the way he cares for you. He has always taken care of you no matter what.
“Where are we going?” you ask him, tightening your hand around his as he leads you to gods know where.
He stops abruptly making you bump into him, you groan and narrow your eyes at him but he doesn’t seem even a tiny bit apologetic, “How about you we go to the kitchen and get something to eat?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, let’s get cookies!”|P-1A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And then go to the garden?”|P-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look down at your toy, “Are you hungry too?”|P-3A]]</span>Your brother takes your hand and leads you out of there, out of the room now filled with adults talking about problems you can’t even begin to understand.
If you think about it, you’re the older twin but Alistair has always been the older one in the way he cares for you. He has always taken care of you no matter what.
“Where are we going?” you ask him, tightening your hand around his as he leads you to gods know where.
He stops abruptly making you bump into him, you groan and narrow your eyes at him but he doesn’t seem even a tiny bit apologetic, “How about you we go to the kitchen and get something to eat?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, let’s get cookies!”|P-1A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“And then go to the garden?”|P-2A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look down at your toy, “Are you hungry too?”|P-3A]]</span>Alistair giggles, the sound momentarily dispelling the heaviness that lingers in the air. His eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as he indulges your sweet tooth whims. “Cookies it is!”
You and your brother move cautiously, taking deliberate steps as you enter the kitchen, then finding concealment behind the cabinets.
This time of day usually sees the kitchen servants on their meal break, leaving the space empty.
Unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side, and you spot the scary head chef still bustling around.
The jar of cookies beckons from a distance, but your stature and arms betray you, as they’re insufficient to reach without causing a commotion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Confidently ask the scary chef for cookies.|kitchenA][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Avoid her by shoving Alistair so the chef sees him instead.|kitchenB][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>He nods enthusiastically, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that momentarily lifts the weight off your shoulders. “First we get cookies and then we go to the garden!”
You and your brother move cautiously, taking deliberate steps as you enter the kitchen, then finding concealment behind the cabinets.
This time of day usually sees the kitchen servants on their meal break, leaving the space empty.
Unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side, and you spot the scary head chef still bustling around.
The jar of cookies beckons from a distance, but your stature and arms betray you, as they’re insufficient to reach without causing a commotion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Confidently ask the scary chef for cookies.|kitchenA][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Avoid her by shoving Alistair so the chef sees him instead.|kitchenB][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 5, 0, 100)]]</span><<if $toy is "carriage">>“I don’t think carriages can eat cookies.” Alistair giggles, the sound momentarily dispelling the heaviness that lingers in the air.<<else>>“I don’t think it can eat cookies.” Alistair giggles, the sound momentarily dispelling the heaviness that lingers in the air.<</if>>
You frown slightly, “Mine is different!”
You and your brother move cautiously, taking deliberate steps as you enter the kitchen, then finding concealment behind the cabinets.
This time of day usually sees the kitchen servants on their meal break, leaving the space empty.
Unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side, and you spot the scary head chef still bustling around.
The jar of cookies beckons from a distance, but your stature and arms betray you, as they’re insufficient to reach without causing a commotion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Confidently ask the scary chef for cookies.|kitchenA][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Avoid her by shoving Alistair so the chef sees him instead.|kitchenB][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Opting to avoid an encounter with the intimidating chef, you give Alistair a gentle shove from your hiding spot. His startled yelp resonates, drawing the chef’s attention.
“Well, well, what do we have here, my young prince?” She bends down to his level, a warmth in her expression that’s rarely seen.
Alistair hesitates for a moment before looking up at her with his big eyes and his hands behind his back, “Can I have some cookies?”
The woman lets out a laugh and stands back up, “Of course, your highness.”
Perplexed, you observe the interaction before you, your brow furrowing in a mixture of puzzlement and admiration. How did he manage it so effortlessly? As he returns to your side, a smug grin plastered across his face, your own expression mirrors your inner bewilderment.
“I suppose the world favors me more than you!” Alistair chuckles, sauntering past you, his steps urging you to give chase, sparking a playful pursuit through the garden.
Amid laughter and the rhythmic cadence of your breath after a spirited chase, you both arrive at your sanctuary within the garden.
The majestic oak tree stands tall, its leaves seemingly yearning for the sun’s caress, an eternal dance of affection.
You sink down beneath the comforting branches, and your brother, in a display of camaraderie, tosses a cookie onto you before joining you, both of you lounging contentedly beneath the tree’s protective canopy.
[[Continue|grow up]]With a twinkle in your eyes, you nudge your brother, silently conveying your plan. You flash each other identical grins, the mischievousness that comes naturally to twins sparking in your expressions.
“Watch and learn, my dear brother,” you whisper, as you stride forward with all the confidence a little royal can muster.
Approaching the bustling chef, you tug gently at the hem of her apron. The towering figure turns, eyebrows furrowed in surprise. “What can I do for you, Your Highness?”
Innocently, you gaze up at her, “I was wondering if we could have some of those cookies?”
The woman lets out a laugh, “Of course, your highness.”
The chef, known for her strict demeanor, surprises you by agreeing.
As you return to Alistair’s side, a smug grin plastered across your face, you see his face is showcasing how bewildered he is.
“I suppose the world favors me more than you!” You chuckle, sauntering past him, your steps urging him to give chase, sparking a playful pursuit through the garden.
Amid laughter and the rhythmic cadence of your breath after a spirited chase, you both arrive at your sanctuary within the garden.
The majestic oak tree stands tall, its leaves seemingly yearning for the sun’s caress, an eternal dance of affection.
Your brother sinks down beneath the comforting branches, and you, in a display of camaraderie, toss a cookie onto him before joining him, both of you lounging contentedly beneath the tree’s protective canopy.
[[Continue|grow up]]A moment or two pass before he says, “I can’t wait to grow up.”
You turn your head to look at him and grin with a twinkle in your eyes, “Me neither! I can’t wait to be taller than you!” This makes him sit up and frown at you, he calls your name...
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<</message>>Clarence’s gaze softens as he hears your words, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “I’m happy you like it, $name.”
“Thank you for the necklace, brother,” Alistair exclaims, his enthusiasm evident as he eagerly tries to figure out how to put it on. His arms contort in a comical dance, prompting a bemused smile to play on your lips.
Clarence, embodying the quintessential older brother, steps in to rescue him from his self-imposed struggle, deftly fastening the necklace around Alistair’s neck.
"You’re both very welcome,” Clarence replies, a glint of pride in his eyes as he watches Alistair admire the newfound adornment.
“It might not look like a lot but that crystal is quite valuable, it was in one of the storages. I simply hope no one will notice it is gone.” He continues, “It was mentioned in the book I just showed you two, or well, I think it was referring to this particular type of crystal.”
You look down at the necklace in your hand, why would a book that old and big talk about this crystal?
It is quite pretty, shines nicely in the light, if you look closely it looks like there is liquid inside of it.
“What did it say?” You ask.
“Oh nothing too important.” he motions for you to hand over the necklace and once it’s in his hands he turns you around and places it around your neck, the cold chain makes you shiver. “Just make sure to wear this at all times, let me know if anything happens.”
“What do you mean if anything happens?” Alistair exclaimed, his eyes widening in fear, hand clutching at the chain around his neck.
“Nothing bad, I promise.” Your older brother gently assures, calming down your twin and in a way calming you too.
You don’t want anything bad to happen again for the rest of your life.
“I’m planning on talking to the council about this tomorrow.”
If Clarence was willing to put aside his dislike for public speaking for this it meant he was quite serious about these necklaces after all.
After that Clarence kicks you two out, saying he needs time to prepare himself for tomorrow as he can’t afford to embarrass himself before the lords.
It’s still early evening, the rain pours against the windows as the storm grows into something powerful.
You have time to visit one place…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the library.|library2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the indoor training grounds.|trainingground]]</span>Clarence rolls his eyes at your remark, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Next time, dear $name, I’ll make sure to give you something as grand as your taste,” he teases, a glint of affection in his eyes.
“Thank you for the necklace, brother,” Alistair exclaims, his enthusiasm evident as he eagerly tries to figure out how to put it on. His arms contort in a comical dance, prompting a bemused smile to play on your lips.
Clarence, embodying the quintessential older brother, steps in to rescue him from his self-imposed struggle, deftly fastening the necklace around Alistair’s neck.
"You’re both very welcome,” Clarence replies, a glint of pride in his eyes as he watches Alistair admire the newfound adornment.
“It might not look like a lot but that crystal is quite valuable, it was in one of the storages. I simply hope no one will notice it is gone.” He continues, “It was mentioned in the book I just showed you two, or well, I think it was referring to this particular type of crystal.”
You look down at the necklace in your hand, why would a book that old and big talk about this crystal?
It is quite pretty, shines nicely in the light, if you look closely it looks like there is liquid inside of it.
“What did it say?” You ask.
“Oh nothing too important.” he motions for you to hand over the necklace and once it’s in his hands he turns you around and places it around your neck, the cold chain makes you shiver. “Just make sure to wear this at all times, let me know if anything happens.”
“What do you mean if anything happens?” Alistair exclaimed, his eyes widening in fear, hand clutching at the chain around his neck.
“Nothing bad, I promise.” Your older brother gently assures, calming down your twin and in a way calming you too.
You don’t want anything bad to happen again for the rest of your life.
“I’m planning on talking to the council about this tomorrow.”
If Clarence was willing to put aside his dislike for public speaking for this it meant he was quite serious about these necklaces after all.
After that Clarence kicks you two out, saying he needs time to prepare himself for tomorrow as he can’t afford to embarrass himself before the lords.
It’s still early evening, the rain pours against the windows as the storm grows into something powerful.
You have time to visit one place…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the library.|library2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Visit the indoor training grounds.|trainingground]]</span>You stop in front of the golden doors of your parent’s chamber. You knock thrice in the tune of a children’s song your father always sang to you.
You hear your mother’s voice, “You may come in!”
The room isn’t any different than the hallway, decorated with rich red curtains with big windows that let in the moonlight from outside.
“Oh it’s you $name.” She sits on the chair directly in front of the vanity, jewels that your mother had been wearing earlier in the day covering the surface of it.
“I wanted to spend some time with you.” You say, closing the door behind you and walking towards her. Her face instantly lights up when she hears you.
She grabs you by the waist and sits you on her lap, “I wonder what I did to have such an adorable child.” She presses her face into yours as she gushes about you. “Oh, $name, I do wish you could always stay this small.”
“I’m not small!” You whine pushing your hands against her and her bright laughter makes you smile.
“That’s right, you’re growing so fast.”
Her voice is almost mournful, her hands caress your face, “You will grow into a beautiful…”
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "woman" "sweetparent1">><<set $child to "girl">><<set $person to "woman">><<set $princess to "princess">><<set $daughter to "daughter">><<set $sister to "sister">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "man" "sweetparent1">><<set $child to "boy">><<set $person to "man">><<set $princess to "prince">><<set $daughter to "son">><<set $sister to "brother">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "person" "sweetparent1">><<set $child to "child">><<set $person to "person">><<set $princess to "royal">><<set $daughter to "child">><<set $sister to "sibling">><</link>></span>You stop in front of the golden doors of your parent’s chamber. You knock thrice in the tune of a children’s song your father always sang to you.
“You may come in.” Calls out the voice of your father.
The room isn’t any different than the hallway, decorated with rich red curtains with big windows that let in the moonlight from outside.
“Oh it’s you $name.” He sits on the chair beside the fireplace, the orange of the fire makes him glow, his fingers rubbing circles on the side of his head.
“I wanted to spend some time with you.” you say, closing the door behind you and walking towards him his face instantly lights up when he hears you.
He grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap, “Is that so? wonder what I did to have such an adorable child, I am quite lucky.” He presses his face into yours as he gushes about you, his beard tickling you. “Oh, $name, I do wish you could always stay this small. What will I do when you grow up?”
“I’m not small!” You whine pushing your hands against him and his bright laughter makes you smile.
“That’s right, you’re growing so fast.” His voice is almost mournful, his hands caress your face. “You will grow into a beautiful…”
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "woman" "sweetparent2">><<set $child to "girl">><<set $person to "woman">><<set $princess to "princess">><<set $daughter to "daughter">><<set $sister to "sister">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "man" "sweetparent2">><<set $child to "boy">><<set $person to "man">><<set $princess to "prince">><<set $daughter to "son">><<set $sister to "brother">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "person" "sweetparent2">><<set $child to "child">><<set $person to "person">><<set $princess to "royal">><<set $daughter to "child">><<set $sister to "sibling">><</link>></span><<if visited("ch3-46")>>The arduous task of greeting the Norazaan royals had drained you, leading to a deep slumber that stretched well into the morning hours.<<else>>Perhaps it was the elation of defying Luceris’ orders that granted you a night of deep slumber that stretched well into the morning hours.<</if>>
As consciousness gradually returns, the room’s soft light filters through the curtains, illuminating the chamber with a gentle morning glow. Your gaze drifts towards the neatly arranged clothing laid out for you—a clear indication that the diligent servants attempted to rouse you earlier, to no avail.
Summoning assistance with a ring of the bell, the door creaks open to reveal Kat, a familiar and compassionate face among the staff.
“Your bath is being prepared, Your Majesty,” she announces with a sense of urgency. “We must hasten; time is of the essence if you wish to arrive at breakfast.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to hurry and get to breakfast with the royalty.|ch3-48a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to not go to the breakfast with the royalty and instead go to the knight’s annex.|ch3-48b]]</span>Soarine regards you with a momentary pause, her eyes shifting between you, the initially offered chamber, and the hallway that presumably leads to your own quarters, almost as if calculating the best course of action.
With measured consideration, she nods gently, a decision reached. “Yes, that would be most gracious of you, Consort. I appreciate your kind offer,” she responds politely, her voice carrying a note of gratitude.
You nod in acknowledgment, gesturing for her to keep walking down the hallway, “It is my pleasure. I hope it provides the comfort you deserve during your stay.”
You take the lead, guiding Princess Soarine down the corridor. The servants discreetly fade away, leaving you with Soarine. And her shield whom you hadn’t noticed before.
As you approach the chambers—yours and the one you’ve offered her, positioned conveniently next to yours.
Arriving at the pair of ornate doors, you pause, turning toward Princess Soarine, “Your chambers,” you state, indicating the entrance to the room you have allocated for her.
As she prepares to enter, you bid her goodnight, “I hope you rest well. Goodnight, Princess Soarine.”
However, before you can depart, Princess Soarine’s voice halts your movement. “Wait,” she interjects, her tone holding a note of spontaneity.
As you turn back to her, she continues, “It’s already early morning now. Instead of trying to sleep again, how about we sit down and talk?”
Caught off guard by the suggestion, you consider the proposal, a hint of curiosity flickering within you at the unexpected invitation.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Decline the invitation.|ch3-47ab][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Accept the invitation.|ch3-47bb][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“Thank you but I must decline. I hope you have a good night, Your Highness.”
She nods at you with a smile then enters her room.
You go to your chambers and lay down on your bed, finally you can rest.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]“Certainly, it would be a pleasant way to pass the early morning hours.”
She smiles and gestures for you to enter the chamber first, a polite display of respect.
Stepping inside, you’re greeted by an opulent sight—flowers in extravagant abundance. The room is adorned with an excessive array of flowers, an overwhelming sight that borders on ostentatious.
Glancing around, you’re taken aback by the lavish display of floral decoration, finding it to be a bit excessive, even for the welcoming of royalty.
Soarine steps into the room behind you, her eyes widening in amused surprise at the amount of flowers.
“Woah,” she exclaims with a chuckle, a mixture of amusement and appreciation lacing her voice.
The chamber feels like a fragrant garden transported indoors, every surface adorned with meticulously arranged blooms, exuding an overpowering aroma that saturates the air.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Seems like they emptied the entire garden into this room.”|ch3-47-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope you like flowers.”|ch3-47-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did I miss something? Is it your wedding night?”|ch3-47-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I have never seen this many flowers in one room.”|ch3-47-1]]</span>“I hope you rest well. Goodnight, King Faang.” Then you turn to her, “Goodnight, Princess Soarine.”
She smiles at you and enters her room.
You go to your chambers and lay down on your bed, finally you can rest.
[[Continue|ch3-48]]“I wonder if my father’s room is also looking like this,” Soarine muses, a playful glint in her eyes. “I can only imagine how he reacted to such... elaborate decor.”
As Soarine’s Shield strides into the room after her, she closes the door with a soft click, creating a momentary sense of privacy within the ornate chamber.
Seating herself gracefully on the chair beside a small table near the window, she turns to her Shield with a composed demeanor. “Iku, get us something to drink and eat,” she instructs calmly.
Iku nods in acknowledgment before quietly departing the room to fulfill the princess’ request.
The soft patter of footsteps grows faint as she disappears down the corridor to carry out the princess’ request. A tranquil hush settles within the room, a serene ambiance amidst the lavish floral decor.
Turning her attention back to you, Soarine gestures toward the chair opposite her. “Please, sit down,” she invites warmly.
You oblige and take a seat, meeting her gaze as she begins to speak again. “She’s new,” she explains, motioning toward the direction of the door, talking about her Shield. “My previous Shield made a choice to settle down, and I couldn’t deny him that happiness, his wife deserves to have him home.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Remark, “The replacement of Shields is quite rare.”|ch3-47-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit awkward, not knowing what to say. “Oh…”|ch3-47-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “That was kind of you.”|ch3-47-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t particularly care about what she has to say so you just stare at her.|ch3-47-5]]</span>Soarine’s eyes glimmer with amusement, “The war took place right after he got married; I’m certain his wife must have cursed me for taking him so far away from her so I had to let him go and find someone else for the task.”
Your thoughts go to Lancelot and Hunter and the hardships they must endure as well. “It must be quite the sacrifice for those who serve in such roles.”
“We all must sacrifice something for the roles we play.”
As she turns her attention towards the door, waiting for her Shield’s return, you take a moment to observe her in this setting.
If one were to liken her to a flower, it would undoubtedly be an orchid.
Graceful, regal, and possessing an allure that stands out even in opulent surroundings. The vibrant colors of the blooms around her don’t overpower her, instead they seem to accentuate the subtle grace of her presence.
“Has Helios arrived from his trip yet?” Soarine asks.
Your response carries a nod, “Yes, earlier today.”
“It has been a while since I have seen him, it will be nice to speak to him again.”
Observing the weariness in her gaze, you can tell she is exhausted from the trip, “You seem tired. Perhaps you should rest.”
Soarine dismisses the suggestion with a shake of her head, “No, no, I am fine,” she says, lightly slapping her cheek in an attempt to shake off the fatigue.
You tilt your head, “Are you certain?”
She bites her lip, then sighs, “I wanted to speak to you more… but I also don’t want to fall asleep in front of you.”
Rising from your seat, you initiate the departure, “It’s alright, we can speak tomorrow.”
Soarine follows suit, walking you to the door.
Before you can take one step out of the room, a sudden, unexpected impact crashes against your forehead. A startled yelp escapes your lips, your hand instinctively rising to the spot where a forceful knock just landed.
“Are you alright?” Soarine’s concerned voice echoes from behind you, her tone mixed with surprise and worry, indicating that the hit was loud enough for her to hear.
Your fingers gingerly explore the area of impact, discovering a throbbing sensation that triggers a slight groan. Rubbing your forehead, you turn around to confront the unexpected assailant.
Your eyes widen as they meet the figure standing before you, instantly recognizing the face despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.
Drapped in a cloak that envelops his body and head, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his shoulder, Vincent’s appearance seems weathered, almost as if the remnants of numerous battles cling to his attire.
His hair is concealed beneath the cloak, yet a few stray locks hint at a lengthier disarray, while a light stubble shadows his face.
Vincent bows slightly, an apology slipping from his lips. “I apologize, I didn’t realize someone would walk out of the room just as I was about to knock,” he says in a flat, monotone voice, as if implying that the unexpected collision was somehow your fault.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No harm done,” you reply calmly, “I should have been more careful myself.”|ch3-47-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You respond with a touch of sarcasm. “Ah, my apologies for disrupting your knocking routine. At least my skull is sturdier than I thought.”|ch3-47-2b][$sarcasm to Math.clamp($sarcasm + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Glare at him, “Well, a little more attention from your side might have avoided this.”|ch3-47-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You casually wave your hand, “It is fine, accidents happen.”|ch3-47-2d]]</span>Soarine watches you for a moment, a faint smile playing on her lips. “It’s alright, change is enviable. Besides, the war took place right after he got married, he has earned the right to rest and be by his wife’s side.”
Your thoughts go to Lancelot and Hunter and the hardships they must endure as well. “It must be quite the sacrifice for those who serve in such roles.”
“We all must sacrifice something for the roles we play.”
As she turns her attention towards the door, waiting for her Shield’s return, you take a moment to observe her in this setting.
If one were to liken her to a flower, it would undoubtedly be an orchid.
Graceful, regal, and possessing an allure that stands out even in opulent surroundings. The vibrant colors of the blooms around her don’t overpower her, instead they seem to accentuate the subtle grace of her presence.
“Has Helios arrived from his trip yet?” Soarine asks.
Your response carries a nod, “Yes, earlier today.”
“It has been a while since I have seen him, it will be nice to speak to him again.”
Observing the weariness in her gaze, you can tell she is exhausted from the trip, “You seem tired. Perhaps you should rest.”
Soarine dismisses the suggestion with a shake of her head, “No, no, I am fine,” she says, lightly slapping her cheek in an attempt to shake off the fatigue.
You tilt your head, “Are you certain?”
She bites her lip, then sighs, “I wanted to speak to you more… but I also don’t want to fall asleep in front of you.”
Rising from your seat, you initiate the departure, “It’s alright, we can speak tomorrow.”
Soarine follows suit, walking you to the door.
Before you can take one step out of the room, a sudden, unexpected impact crashes against your forehead. A startled yelp escapes your lips, your hand instinctively rising to the spot where a forceful knock just landed.
“Are you alright?” Soarine’s concerned voice echoes from behind you, her tone mixed with surprise and worry, indicating that the hit was loud enough for her to hear.
Your fingers gingerly explore the area of impact, discovering a throbbing sensation that triggers a slight groan. Rubbing your forehead, you turn around to confront the unexpected assailant.
Your eyes widen as they meet the figure standing before you, instantly recognizing the face despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.
Drapped in a cloak that envelops his body and head, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his shoulder, Vincent’s appearance seems weathered, almost as if the remnants of numerous battles cling to his attire.
His hair is concealed beneath the cloak, yet a few stray locks hint at a lengthier disarray, while a light stubble shadows his face.
Vincent bows slightly, an apology slipping from his lips. “I apologize, I didn’t realize someone would walk out of the room just as I was about to knock,” he says in a flat, monotone voice, as if implying that the unexpected collision was somehow your fault.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No harm done,” you reply calmly, “I should have been more careful myself.”|ch3-47-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You respond with a touch of sarcasm. “Ah, my apologies for disrupting your knocking routine. At least my skull is sturdier than I thought.”|ch3-47-2b][$sarcasm to Math.clamp($sarcasm + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Glare at him, “Well, a little more attention from your side might have avoided this.”|ch3-47-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You casually wave your hand, “It is fine, accidents happen.”|ch3-47-2d]]</span>Soarine smiles, “It’s important to respect their wishes. And the war took place right after he got married, he has earned the right to rest and be by his wife’s side.”
Your thoughts go to Lancelot and Hunter and the hardships they must endure as well. “It must be quite the sacrifice for those who serve in such roles.”
“We all must sacrifice something for the roles we play.”
As she turns her attention towards the door, waiting for her Shield’s return, you take a moment to observe her in this setting.
If one were to liken her to a flower, it would undoubtedly be an orchid.
Graceful, regal, and possessing an allure that stands out even in opulent surroundings. The vibrant colors of the blooms around her don’t overpower her, instead they seem to accentuate the subtle grace of her presence.
“Has Helios arrived from his trip yet?” Soarine asks.
Your response carries a nod, “Yes, earlier today.”
“It has been a while since I have seen him, it will be nice to speak to him again.”
Observing the weariness in her gaze, you can tell she is exhausted from the trip, “You seem tired. Perhaps you should rest.”
Soarine dismisses the suggestion with a shake of her head, “No, no, I am fine,” she says, lightly slapping her cheek in an attempt to shake off the fatigue.
You tilt your head, “Are you certain?”
She bites her lip, then sighs, “I wanted to speak to you more… but I also don’t want to fall asleep in front of you.”
Rising from your seat, you initiate the departure, “It’s alright, we can speak tomorrow.”
Soarine follows suit, walking you to the door.
Before you can take one step out of the room, a sudden, unexpected impact crashes against your forehead. A startled yelp escapes your lips, your hand instinctively rising to the spot where a forceful knock just landed.
“Are you alright?” Soarine’s concerned voice echoes from behind you, her tone mixed with surprise and worry, indicating that the hit was loud enough for her to hear.
Your fingers gingerly explore the area of impact, discovering a throbbing sensation that triggers a slight groan. Rubbing your forehead, you turn around to confront the unexpected assailant.
Your eyes widen as they meet the figure standing before you, instantly recognizing the face despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.
Drapped in a cloak that envelops his body and head, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his shoulder, Vincent’s appearance seems weathered, almost as if the remnants of numerous battles cling to his attire.
His hair is concealed beneath the cloak, yet a few stray locks hint at a lengthier disarray, while a light stubble shadows his face.
Vincent bows slightly, an apology slipping from his lips. “I apologize, I didn’t realize someone would walk out of the room just as I was about to knock,” he says in a flat, monotone voice, as if implying that the unexpected collision was somehow your fault.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No harm done,” you reply calmly, “I should have been more careful myself.”|ch3-47-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You respond with a touch of sarcasm. “Ah, my apologies for disrupting your knocking routine. At least my skull is sturdier than I thought.”|ch3-47-2b][$sarcasm to Math.clamp($sarcasm + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Glare at him, “Well, a little more attention from your side might have avoided this.”|ch3-47-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You casually wave your hand, “It is fine, accidents happen.”|ch3-47-2d]]</span>Soarine watches you for a moment, a faint smile playing on her lips. “The war took place right after he got married; I’m certain his wife must have cursed me for taking him so far away from her so I had to let him go and find someone else for the task.”
Your thoughts go to Lancelot and Hunter and the hardships they must endure as well. “It must be quite the sacrifice for those who serve in such roles.”
“We all must sacrifice something for the roles we play.”
As she turns her attention towards the door, waiting for her Shield’s return, you take a moment to observe her in this setting.
If one were to liken her to a flower, it would undoubtedly be an orchid.
Graceful, regal, and possessing an allure that stands out even in opulent surroundings. The vibrant colors of the blooms around her don’t overpower her, instead they seem to accentuate the subtle grace of her presence.
“Has Helios arrived from his trip yet?” Soarine asks.
Your response carries a nod, “Yes, earlier today.”
“It has been a while since I have seen him, it will be nice to speak to him again.”
Observing the weariness in her gaze, you can tell she is exhausted from the trip, “You seem tired. Perhaps you should rest.”
Soarine dismisses the suggestion with a shake of her head, “No, no, I am fine,” she says, lightly slapping her cheek in an attempt to shake off the fatigue.
You tilt your head, “Are you certain?”
She bites her lip, then sighs, “I wanted to speak to you more… but I also don’t want to fall asleep in front of you.”
Rising from your seat, you initiate the departure, “It’s alright, we can speak tomorrow.”
Soarine follows suit, walking you to the door.
Before you can take one step out of the room, a sudden, unexpected impact crashes against your forehead. A startled yelp escapes your lips, your hand instinctively rising to the spot where a forceful knock just landed.
“Are you alright?” Soarine’s concerned voice echoes from behind you, her tone mixed with surprise and worry, indicating that the hit was loud enough for her to hear.
Your fingers gingerly explore the area of impact, discovering a throbbing sensation that triggers a slight groan. Rubbing your forehead, you turn around to confront the unexpected assailant.
Your eyes widen as they meet the figure standing before you, instantly recognizing the face despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.
Drapped in a cloak that envelops his body and head, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his shoulder, Vincent’s appearance seems weathered, almost as if the remnants of numerous battles cling to his attire.
His hair is concealed beneath the cloak, yet a few stray locks hint at a lengthier disarray, while a light stubble shadows his face.
Vincent bows slightly, an apology slipping from his lips. “I apologize, I didn’t realize someone would walk out of the room just as I was about to knock,” he says in a flat, monotone voice, as if implying that the unexpected collision was somehow your fault.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No harm done,” you reply calmly, “I should have been more careful myself.”|ch3-47-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You respond with a touch of sarcasm. “Ah, my apologies for disrupting your knocking routine. At least my skull is sturdier than I thought.”|ch3-47-2b][$sarcasm to Math.clamp($sarcasm + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Glare at him, “Well, a little more attention from your side might have avoided this.”|ch3-47-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You casually wave your hand, “It is fine, accidents happen.”|ch3-47-2d]]</span>“No harm done,” you reply calmly, “I should have been more careful myself.”
Despite the years that have passed since your last encounter, his demeanor remains as cold and detached as you remember.
Soarine observes the interaction from behind you, “Are you sure you’re alright?” she interjects, her voice laced with concern, clearly perceiving the tension in the air.
You nod reassuringly in response to Soarine’s query. “I’m fine,” you assure her before redirecting your attention to Vincent, offering a polite nod before attempting to leave once more.
Vincent steps aside, allowing you to pass as you make your way toward your chamber, situated right next door.
Stepping into your chamber, you cast a final glance back, catching a glimpse of Vincent entering Soarine’s quarters.
The timing strikes you as peculiar—his unexpected arrival during these late-night hours, or rather, the early hours before dawn—raises questions about the urgency of his visit. What could possibly warrant such an untimely intrusion?
[[Continue|ch3-48]]You respond with a touch of sarcasm. “Ah, my apologies for disrupting your knocking routine. At least my skull is sturdier than I thought.”
Vincent’s expression remains indifferent, offering no visible response to your sarcasm.
Despite the years that have passed since your last encounter, his demeanor remains as cold and detached as you remember.
Soarine observes the interaction from behind you, “Are you sure you’re alright?” she interjects, her voice laced with concern, clearly perceiving the tension in the air.
You nod reassuringly in response to Soarine’s query. “I’m fine,” you assure her before redirecting your attention to Vincent, offering a polite nod before attempting to leave once more.
Vincent steps aside, allowing you to pass as you make your way toward your chamber, situated right next door.
Stepping into your chamber, you cast a final glance back, catching a glimpse of Vincent entering Soarine’s quarters.
The timing strikes you as peculiar—his unexpected arrival during these late-night hours, or rather, the early hours before dawn—raises questions about the urgency of his visit. What could possibly warrant such an untimely intrusion?
[[Continue|ch3-48]]Glare at him, “Well, a little more attention from your side might have avoided this.”
Vincent’s expression is as composed as ever, barely altering despite your pointed remark. He offers a nod, “I’ll be more cautious next time.”
Soarine observes the interaction from behind you, “Are you sure you’re alright?” she interjects, her voice laced with concern, clearly perceiving the tension in the air.
You nod reassuringly in response to Soarine’s query. “I’m fine,” you assure her before redirecting your attention to Vincent, offering a polite nod before attempting to leave once more.
Vincent steps aside, allowing you to pass as you make your way toward your chamber, situated right next door.
Stepping into your chamber, you cast a final glance back, catching a glimpse of Vincent entering Soarine’s quarters.
The timing strikes you as peculiar—his unexpected arrival during these late-night hours, or rather, the early hours before dawn—raises questions about the urgency of his visit. What could possibly warrant such an untimely intrusion?
[[Continue|ch3-48]]You casually wave your hand, “It is fine, accidents happen.”
Vincent’s response is an inscrutable nod, his expression barely altering.
Despite the years that have passed since your last encounter, his demeanor remains as cold and detached as you remember.
Soarine observes the interaction from behind you, “Are you sure you’re alright?” she interjects, her voice laced with concern, clearly perceiving the tension in the air.
You nod reassuringly in response to Soarine’s query. “I’m fine,” you assure her before redirecting your attention to Vincent, offering a polite nod before attempting to leave once more.
Vincent steps aside, allowing you to pass as you make your way toward your chamber, situated right next door.
Stepping into your chamber, you cast a final glance back, catching a glimpse of Vincent entering Soarine’s quarters.
The timing strikes you as peculiar—his unexpected arrival during these late-night hours, or rather, the early hours before dawn—raises questions about the urgency of his visit. What could possibly warrant such an untimely intrusion?
[[Continue|ch3-48]]Acknowledging her words with a nod, you’re ushered into a whirlwind of activity, the moments blurring as Kat efficiently guides you through the morning rituals.
Soon enough, you find yourself back in your chamber, seated before the ornate vanity.
On top of the vanity, your attention is drawn to an array of exquisite jewelry adorning the surface, each piece gleaming under the gentle morning light.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wear jewelry today.|ch3-49a][$ch3jewelry to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t wear jewelry today.|ch3-49a]]</span>“There is no need to hurry,” you tell her, “I will have breakfast with the knights instead.”
Kat nods and you’re ushered into a whirlwind of activity, the moments blurring as she efficiently guides you through the morning rituals.
Soon enough, you find yourself back in your chamber, seated before the ornate vanity.
On top of the vanity, your attention is drawn to an array of exquisite jewelry adorning the surface, each piece gleaming under the gentle morning light.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wear jewelry today.|ch3-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t wear jewelry today.|ch3-49b]]</span><<if $ch3jewelry is "true">><<if visited("FestSoarine")>>Your eyes fall onto the gift you received five years ago, a memento from that chance encounter during the vibrant new tear’s festival.
It rests quietly amidst your collection of jewelry, its colors muted compared to the other pieces.
Deciding against wearing it today, you opt for more polished adornments, ones that sparkle and shine with pristine brilliance.<<else>>You opt for polished adornments, ones that sparkle and shine with pristine brilliance.<</if>>
<</if>>You give a final glance in the mirror, ensuring everything looks presentable, and step out of your chamber, the door closing softly behind you.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>Upon entering the main palace’s dining room, you notice everyone present, except for Helios, $E_name, and Soarine.
King Faang is comfortably seated beside Luceris, their conversations blending with the ambient hum of the room.
“It seems the day is finally beginning for my bird,” Luceris remarks casually, looking at you with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” King Faang greets you warmly before sighing, “My daughter is yet to arrive. I specifically instructed her to be on time,” he adds, his expression betraying a touch of disappointment.
“Helios is missing as well. Perhaps they conspired to be fashionably late,” Luceris jokes, his laughter rippling through the room.
Returning the greetings, you make your way to your seat, only to be interrupted by Luceris, his raised hand bringing you to a standstill.
“Wait,” he interjects, “Would you mind checking on Princess Soarine? As Consort, it’s your responsibility to ensure our guests are well looked after.”<<else>>Upon entering the main palace’s dining room, you first notice a new face seated beside Luceris, their conversations blending with the ambient hum of the room. Then you notice that Helios hasn’t arrived yet.
“It seems the day is finally beginning for my bird,” Luceris remarks casually, looking at you with a hint of amusement in his voice.
There is a softness in the eyes of the man seated next to Luceris. The softness in his eyes is a stark contrast to the steely gaze of Luceris you are accustomed to, but his expression is frozen, as if suspended in time.
He seems to regain his composure and greets you warmly, “Good morning, Your Majesty, I am King Faang of Norazaan.”
“The man you were supposed to greet when he arrived, $name.” Luceris adds.
“Oh it is no issue, we arrived unexpectedly.” King Faang smiles at you, “I would introduce you to my daughter but she is yet to arrive, I specifically instructed her to arrive on time.” he adds, his expression betraying a touch of disappointment. “Come here, let me look at you.”
You glance at Luceris, not knowing what to do.
Luceris nods at you.
You walk toward King Faang and he stands up, as if that will help him see you better, “It is good to see you after all these years,” he says, his voice tinged with a gentle warmth. “I always wondered how you were doing.”
The unexpected familiarity in his words catches you off guard. While you can’t recall a previous encounter with him, you are aware of Norazaan’s historical alliance with Vesphire—your family’s long standing ally in a conflict long lost.
You find yourself unable to respond, the weight of history pressing upon you as you stand there.
Luceris coughs before interjecting, “$name, would you mind checking on Princess Soarine? As Consort, it’s your responsibility to ensure our guests are well looked after.”<</if>>
King Faang intervenes, “That will be unnecessary. She’s most likely at the training grounds, she will join us shortly.”
Luceris disregards the interruption, emphasizing, “A Consort must see to the needs of the guests, including ensuring they have had breakfast before engaging in activities.”
He talks as if you asked for this position.
King Faang gives a resigned nod, expressing his apologies for the inconvenience, “I apologize for the bother.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s alright.”|ch3-49a-1][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No need to apologize, my husband is right, it is my duty.”|ch3-49a-2][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“At least someone knows this is a bother.”|ch3-49a-3][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod instead of saying anything.|ch3-49a-4][$reserved to Math.clamp($reserved + 5, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Right, I agreed to being the consort when I was nine and you were… fifty?”|ch3-49a-5]]</span><<if $ch3jewelry is "true">><<if visited("FestSoarine")>>Your eyes fall onto the gift you received five years ago, a memento from that chance encounter during the vibrant new tear’s festival.
It rests quietly amidst your collection of jewelry, its colors muted compared to the other pieces.
Deciding against wearing it today, you opt for more polished adornments, ones that sparkle and shine with pristine brilliance.<<else>>You opt for polished adornments, ones that sparkle and shine with pristine brilliance.<</if>>
<</if>>You give a final glance in the mirror, ensuring everything looks presentable, and step out of your chamber, the door closing softly behind you.
Since you decided to have breakfast at the annex instead of the main palace, you start walking towards the annex.
As you walk towards the annex, you see the training grounds.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>There, amidst the open expanse, Princess Soarine stands poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her hair. You wonder what she is doing here instead of at breakfast.<<else>>There, amidst the open expanse, you see a woman standing poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her pale green hair. There is no doubt in your mind that is the Princess of Norazaan.<</if>>
As if sensing your eyes on her, she pivots to meet your eyes, her ponytail swishing in rhythm with her movements. A wide grin graces her face, and in that moment, it feels as if an invisible garden has bloomed around her. She waves in your direction, an animated aura enveloping her.
With enthusiasm, she hurries toward you, a lively step marking her approach. Bowing in a respectful greeting, she beams, “Your Majesty!”
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>“Princess Soarine,” you greet back, “I see you were training.”<<else>> “Princess Soarine,” you reciprocate with a nod. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
“The honor is entirely mine,” she replies with a genuine smile, her eyes glinting with a warm sincerity.
“I see you were training,” you observe.<</if>>
Soarine nods, “It’s my morning ritual, but today’s start was a bit tardy. The journey took its toll.”
The journey from Norazaan to Rosea is indeed quite a tiring one.
“And then there will be a hunt tomorrow, correct? I intend to participate.” She announces, “Will you be participating?” She asks.
You had been informed of the hunt taking place before and you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…do intend on participating.|ch3-49b-1a][$hunt to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…don’t intend on participating.|ch3-49b-1a][$hunt to "false"]]</span>“It’s alright, it is no trouble.” You reply with a gracious nod.
King Faang smiles at you, “Thank you, then.”
Leaving the dining room, you head toward the training grounds where Princess Soarine is likely to be found.
As you approach the grounds, the distant thwack of arrows hitting targets grows clearer.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>There, amidst the open expanse, Princess Soarine stands poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her hair.<<else>>There, amidst the open expanse, you see a woman standing poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her pale green hair. There is no doubt in your mind that is the Princess of Norazaan.<</if>>
As if sensing your eyes on her, she pivots to meet your eyes, her ponytail swishing in rhythm with her movements. A wide grin graces her face, and in that moment, it feels as if an invisible garden has bloomed around her. She waves in your direction, an animated aura enveloping her.
With enthusiasm, she hurries toward you, a lively step marking her approach. Bowing in a respectful greeting, she beams, “Your Majesty!”
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>“Princess Soarine,” you greet back, “I see you were training.”<<else>> “Princess Soarine,” you reciprocate with a nod. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
“The honor is entirely mine,” she replies with a genuine smile, her eyes glinting with a warm sincerity.
“I see you were training,” you observe.<</if>>
Soarine nods, “It’s my morning ritual, but today’s start was a bit tardy. The journey took its toll.”
The journey from Norazaan to Rosea is indeed quite a tiring one.
“And then there will be a hunt tomorrow, correct? I intend to participate.” She announces, “Will you be participating?” She asks.
You had been informed of the hunt taking place before and you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…do intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…don’t intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "false"]]</span>“No need to apologize, my husband is right, it is my duty.”
As always, the word annoys Luceris. You know it because he smiles with his eyes closed, controlling himself in front of the guest. “Just go.”
“As you wish, husband.”
Leaving the dining room, you head toward the training grounds where Princess Soarine is likely to be found.
As you approach the grounds, the distant thwack of arrows hitting targets grows clearer.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>There, amidst the open expanse, Princess Soarine stands poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her hair.<<else>>There, amidst the open expanse, you see a woman standing poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her pale green hair. There is no doubt in your mind that is the Princess of Norazaan.<</if>>
As if sensing your eyes on her, she pivots to meet your eyes, her ponytail swishing in rhythm with her movements. A wide grin graces her face, and in that moment, it feels as if an invisible garden has bloomed around her. She waves in your direction, an animated aura enveloping her.
With enthusiasm, she hurries toward you, a lively step marking her approach. Bowing in a respectful greeting, she beams, “Your Majesty!”
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>“Princess Soarine,” you greet back, “I see you were training.”<<else>> “Princess Soarine,” you reciprocate with a nod. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
“The honor is entirely mine,” she replies with a genuine smile, her eyes glinting with a warm sincerity.
“I see you were training,” you observe.<</if>>
Soarine nods, “It’s my morning ritual, but today’s start was a bit tardy. The journey took its toll.”
The journey from Norazaan to Rosea is indeed quite a tiring one.
“And then there will be a hunt tomorrow, correct? I intend to participate.” She announces, “Will you be participating?” She asks.
You had been informed of the hunt taking place before and you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…do intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…don’t intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "false"]]</span>“At least someone knows this is a bother.”
King Faang doesn’t say anything regarding your remark but you see Luceris glaring at you.
“Just go.” He says.
Leaving the dining room, you head toward the training grounds where Princess Soarine is likely to be found.
As you approach the grounds, the distant thwack of arrows hitting targets grows clearer.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>There, amidst the open expanse, Princess Soarine stands poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her hair.<<else>>There, amidst the open expanse, you see a woman standing poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her pale green hair. There is no doubt in your mind that is the Princess of Norazaan.<</if>>
As if sensing your eyes on her, she pivots to meet your eyes, her ponytail swishing in rhythm with her movements. A wide grin graces her face, and in that moment, it feels as if an invisible garden has bloomed around her. She waves in your direction, an animated aura enveloping her.
With enthusiasm, she hurries toward you, a lively step marking her approach. Bowing in a respectful greeting, she beams, “Your Majesty!”
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>“Princess Soarine,” you greet back, “I see you were training.”<<else>> “Princess Soarine,” you reciprocate with a nod. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
“The honor is entirely mine,” she replies with a genuine smile, her eyes glinting with a warm sincerity.
“I see you were training,” you observe.<</if>>
Soarine nods, “It’s my morning ritual, but today’s start was a bit tardy. The journey took its toll.”
The journey from Norazaan to Rosea is indeed quite a tiring one.
“And then there will be a hunt tomorrow, correct? I intend to participate.” She announces, “Will you be participating?” She asks.
You had been informed of the hunt taking place before and you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…do intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…don’t intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "false"]]</span>You nod instead of saying anything.
Leaving the dining room, you head toward the training grounds where Princess Soarine is likely to be found.
As you approach the grounds, the distant thwack of arrows hitting targets grows clearer.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>There, amidst the open expanse, Princess Soarine stands poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her hair.<<else>>There, amidst the open expanse, you see a woman standing poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her pale green hair. There is no doubt in your mind that is the Princess of Norazaan.<</if>>
As if sensing your eyes on her, she pivots to meet your eyes, her ponytail swishing in rhythm with her movements. A wide grin graces her face, and in that moment, it feels as if an invisible garden has bloomed around her. She waves in your direction, an animated aura enveloping her.
With enthusiasm, she hurries toward you, a lively step marking her approach. Bowing in a respectful greeting, she beams, “Your Majesty!”
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>“Princess Soarine,” you greet back, “I see you were training.”<<else>> “Princess Soarine,” you reciprocate with a nod. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
“The honor is entirely mine,” she replies with a genuine smile, her eyes glinting with a warm sincerity.
“I see you were training,” you observe.<</if>>
Soarine nods, “It’s my morning ritual, but today’s start was a bit tardy. The journey took its toll.”
The journey from Norazaan to Rosea is indeed quite a tiring one.
“And then there will be a hunt tomorrow, correct? I intend to participate.” She announces, “Will you be participating?” She asks.
You had been informed of the hunt taking place before and you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…do intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…don’t intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "false"]]</span>“Right, I agreed to being the consort when I was nine and you were… fifty?”
Luceris’ eyes widen and when he opens his mouth you know it is to say he was not fifty then nor is he fifty now. But then he seems to realize he’s in the presence of a guest so he simply sighs, “Just go.”
Leaving the dining room, you head toward the training grounds where Princess Soarine is likely to be found.
As you approach the grounds, the distant thwack of arrows hitting targets grows clearer.
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>There, amidst the open expanse, Princess Soarine stands poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her hair.<<else>>There, amidst the open expanse, you see a woman standing poised, her bow drawn and released in a smooth motion. Her eyes fixate on the target as the arrow hits the bullseye with precision.
You watch her for a moment, noticing the way the sunlight hits her pale green hair. There is no doubt in your mind that is the Princess of Norazaan.<</if>>
As if sensing your eyes on her, she pivots to meet your eyes, her ponytail swishing in rhythm with her movements. A wide grin graces her face, and in that moment, it feels as if an invisible garden has bloomed around her. She waves in your direction, an animated aura enveloping her.
With enthusiasm, she hurries toward you, a lively step marking her approach. Bowing in a respectful greeting, she beams, “Your Majesty!”
<<if visited("ch3-46")>>“Princess Soarine,” you greet back, “I see you were training.”<<else>> “Princess Soarine,” you reciprocate with a nod. “It’s an honor to have you here.”
“The honor is entirely mine,” she replies with a genuine smile, her eyes glinting with a warm sincerity.
“I see you were training,” you observe.<</if>>
Soarine nods, “It’s my morning ritual, but today’s start was a bit tardy. The journey took its toll.”
The journey from Norazaan to Rosea is indeed quite a tiring one.
“And then there will be a hunt tomorrow, correct? I intend to participate.” She announces, “Will you be participating?” She asks.
You had been informed of the hunt taking place before and you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…do intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…don’t intend on participating.|ch3-49a-1a][$hunt to "false"]]</span><<if $hunt is "true">>“I will be participating,” you confirm.
“Great! I hope we see each other during the hunt.”<<else>>“I won’t be participating.”
“Really? In that case, I will skip it too.”
You blink, surprised, “Why not?”
“I would like to spend more time with you, Your Majesty. The hunt can wait.” she says, winking playfully.<</if>>
“Oh, right!” Soarine exclaims with a bright spark in her eyes. “You see those?” She gestures towards the distant apples, placed atop the stuffed body dummies, her excitement palpable.
“If I can hit those apples, then you must fulfill my wish,” she declares, her voice tinged with mischief as she sets her sights on the distant targets. Her ponytail sways playfully with her enthusiasm, adding a spirited flair to her proposition.
“Your wish?” you inquire, intrigued by her challenge.
“Yes, something only you can give me.”
“What is it?” you ask, curious about her request.
“I will tell you only if you agree,” she teases, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Piqued by her proposal and aware of Soarine’s reputation as a skilled archer, you nod, realizing it’s more of a playful contest than anything else.
“Alright,” you agree, indulging her challenge, well aware of her skill with a bow.
Soarine confidently steps forward, nocks an arrow, and draws the string with precision. One by one, her arrows find their mark, hitting the apples dead center atop the dummies.
With a triumphant grin, Soarine turns towards you, her eyes gleaming with victory. “Looks like I’ve earned my wish,” she says, her tone teeming with playful triumph.
“And what would that be?” you inquire, curious about her request.
“I want you to spend the entire day with me,” she replies, her request sincere but delivered with a hint of jest.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The emperor already ordered me to do so.”|ch3-49-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You didn’t have to challenge me for that.”|ch3-49-2b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-49-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“As you wish, princess.”|ch3-49-2d]]</span>“The emperor already ordered me to do so.”
Soarine chuckles softly, a gentle glint in her eyes as her expression softens. “I know, but I didn’t want it to be just because of an order from the Emperor,” she confesses. “You might not remember, but we used to know each other when we were younger. I would like to get to know the present you.”
She leans forward, a thoughtful gaze meeting yours, “You were different back then, just like I was. I believe we both have changed since our childhood days. I wonder who you are now.”
Her sincerity echoes in the earnestness of her words. It strikes you as an opportunity to glean information, details about your family, memories seen through the eyes of someone connected but not tainted by negative feelings.
“I would like that.” You say.
Soarine smiles at you, “I’m glad! But first, let’s not keep my father waiting for breakfast. He’s probably concocting a whole lecture on punctuality right about now.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>“Actually, they did send me to bring you to breakfast.” you mention, casting a glance towards the path leading to the palace.
“We better hurry then,” Soarine remarks, glancing back towards the now fallen apples that sat atop the dummies. “Iku! We’re leaving!”
From a distance, you spot Soarine’s Shield collecting the multitude of arrows scattered across the training grounds.
Iku swiftly joins both of you, falling into step as the three of you start walking.
[[Continue|ch3-49a-3a]]<<else>>“Right, you should get going then.”
“You won’t be coming?”
You shake your head, “I have other plans.”
Soarine nods understandingly, “Alright then. See you later,” she bids before adding, “Let me know when you’re done, alright?”
You nod in confirmation, promising, “I will.”
[[Continue|ch3-49b-3a]]<</if>>“You didn’t have to challenge me for that.”
Soarine chuckles softly, “I know, but it made things more fun, didn’t it?” Her expression softens as she continues, “You might not remember, but we used to know each other when we were younger. I would like to get to know the present you.”
She leans forward, a thoughtful gaze meeting yours, “You were different back then, just like I was. I believe we both have changed since our childhood days. I wonder who you are now.”
Her sincerity echoes in the earnestness of her words. It strikes you as an opportunity to glean information, details about your family, memories seen through the eyes of someone connected but not tainted by negative feelings.
“I would like that.” You say.
Soarine smiles at you, “I’m glad! But first, let’s not keep my father waiting for breakfast. He’s probably concocting a whole lecture on punctuality right about now.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>“Actually, they did send me to bring you to breakfast.” you mention, casting a glance towards the path leading to the palace.
“We better hurry then,” Soarine remarks, glancing back towards the now fallen apples that sat atop the dummies. “Iku! We’re leaving!”
From a distance, you spot Soarine’s Shield collecting the multitude of arrows scattered across the training grounds.
Iku swiftly joins both of you, falling into step as the three of you start walking.
[[Continue|ch3-49a-3a]]<<else>>“Right, you should get going then.”
“You won’t be coming?”
You shake your head, “I have other plans.”
Soarine nods understandingly, “Alright then. See you later,” she bids before adding, “Let me know when you’re done, alright?”
You nod in confirmation, promising, “I will.”
[[Continue|ch3-49b-3a]]<</if>>“Why?”
“You might not remember, but we used to know each other when we were younger. I would like to get to know the present you.”
She leans forward, a thoughtful gaze meeting yours, “You were different back then, just like I was. I believe we both have changed since our childhood days. I wonder who you are now.”
Her sincerity echoes in the earnestness of her words. It strikes you as an opportunity to glean information, details about your family, memories seen through the eyes of someone connected but not tainted by negative feelings.
“I would like that.” You say.
Soarine smiles at you, “I’m glad! But first, let’s not keep my father waiting for breakfast. He’s probably concocting a whole lecture on punctuality right about now.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>“Actually, they did send me to bring you to breakfast.” you mention, casting a glance towards the path leading to the palace.
“We better hurry then,” Soarine remarks, glancing back towards the now fallen apples that sat atop the dummies. “Iku! We’re leaving!”
From a distance, you spot Soarine’s Shield collecting the multitude of arrows scattered across the training grounds.
Iku swiftly joins both of you, falling into step as the three of you start walking.
[[Continue|ch3-49a-3a]]<<else>>“Right, you should get going then.”
“You won’t be coming?”
You shake your head, “I have other plans.”
Soarine nods understandingly, “Alright then. See you later,” she bids before adding, “Let me know when you’re done, alright?”
You nod in confirmation, promising, “I will.”
[[Continue|ch3-49b-3a]]<</if>>“As you wish, princess.”
Soarine shakes her head, “Don’t think of it as an order, It’s a request.” Her expression softens as she continues, “You might not remember, but we used to know each other when we were younger. I would like to get to know the present you.”
She leans forward, a thoughtful gaze meeting yours, “You were different back then, just like I was. I believe we both have changed since our childhood days. I wonder who you are now.”
Her sincerity echoes in the earnestness of her words. It strikes you as an opportunity to glean information, details about your family, memories seen through the eyes of someone connected but not tainted by negative feelings.
“I would like that.” You say.
Soarine smiles at you, “I’m glad! But first, let’s not keep my father waiting for breakfast. He’s probably concocting a whole lecture on punctuality right about now.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>“Actually, they did send me to bring you to breakfast.” you mention, casting a glance towards the path leading to the palace.
“We better hurry then,” Soarine remarks, glancing back towards the now fallen apples that sat atop the dummies. “Iku! We’re leaving!”
From a distance, you spot Soarine’s Shield collecting the multitude of arrows scattered across the training grounds.
Iku swiftly joins both of you, falling into step as the three of you start walking.
[[Continue|ch3-49a-3a]]<<else>>“Right, you should get going then.”
“You won’t be coming?”
You shake your head, “I have other plans.”
Soarine nods understandingly, “Alright then. See you later,” she bids before adding, “Let me know when you’re done, alright?”
You nod in confirmation, promising, “I will.”
[[Continue|ch3-49b-3a]]<</if>>Upon entering the dining room, an air of formality intertwines with the aroma of freshly prepared meals. Soarine strides in gracefully beside you, her greeting resonating through the quietude.
As you observe the arrangement, you notice all of the guests have already assembled, except $E_name.
Helios sits beside his father, occupying the spot opposite King Faang. To your surprise, Fadiya and her mother are also present, their presence adding an unexpected layer of familiarity to the gathering.
“Good morning, everyone,” Soarine’s cheerful voice rings out, filling the space.
King Faang glances at his daughter with a gentle reproach. “Soarine, I had stressed the importance of being punctual,” he reminds her, his tone holding a hint of gentle reprimand.
“I apologize, father,” Soarine replies, settling into her seat beside King Faang.
Seating yourself at the table, you find Fadiya offering you a warm smile. “Good morning, $name,” she greets you, her expression bright and welcoming.
“Good morning, Fadiya.”
Sitting beside Luceris, <<if $Helios_rs lte 45>>Helios glances briefly your way before returning focus to his father, opting not to engage.<<else>>Helios glances briefly your way, smiling softly before returning focus to his father.<</if>>
“Princess,” Luceris addresses Soarine, “I trust your morning has been pleasant?”
Soarine chuckles softly, “It’s been delightful, Your Majesty. The palace is truly stunning.”
“Ah, the palace has its charms,” he acknowledges, a glimmer of a smile playing on his lips. “I heard you were at the training grounds. Your father speaks highly of your skill with a bow. Though I must admit, I find swords more to my liking than bows and arrows.”
Soarine’s gaze briefly flits toward her father before returning to Luceris, amusement playing in her eyes. “I can see the appeal,” she replies, her tone tinged with playful banter. “But I prefer a bit of distance between myself and the target. Close combat doesn’t interest me.”
Luceris nods, “Speaking of archery,” Luceris continues, “I am sure you have heard there is a hunt scheduled for tomorrow. Are you planning to participate?”
<<if $hunt is "false">>Soarine glances at you before she turns back to Luceris. “I was considering it, but now I plan on not participating.”
“That is a shame,” Luceris comments, “I suppose you will be joining Naima and Fadiya then. I’m sure they will be much lovelier company than the people participating.”
Turning his attention to you, Luceris inquires, “And what about you? Will you be partaking in the hunt?”
Your head shakes in a subtle negative gesture. “I won’t be joining either,” you respond, keeping your tone neutral.<<if $hobby1 is "Hunting">>
Luceris quirks an eyebrow at your response, registering a faint hint of curiosity at your unusual choice. It’s not lost on him that hunting is a favored pursuit of yours, how unusual of you to not participate.<<elseif $hobby2 is "Hunting">>
Luceris quirks an eyebrow at your response, registering a faint hint of curiosity at your unusual choice. It’s not lost on him that hunting is a favored pursuit of yours, how unusual of you to not participate.<<else>>
Luceris nods, “Alright then.”<</if>>
Fadiya perks up at your declaration, her voice carrying a cheerful note. “That’s great! We will have each other at the event,” she says, her excitement evident.<<else>>Soarine glances at you before she turns back to Luceris. “I will be participating in the hunt.”
“Excellent!” Luceris exclaims, an air of satisfaction coloring his response. “The more, the merrier indeed.”
Turning his attention to you, Luceris inquires, “And what about you? Will you be partaking in the hunt?”
Your nod confirms your participation, “Yes, I will be joining.”<<if $hobby1 is "Hunting">>
Luceris nods in acknowledgment, a faint smile playing on his lips as he regards your response. He knows that hunting is a favored pastime of yours, making your involvement almost expected.<<elseif $hobby2 is "Hunting">>
Luceris nods in acknowledgment, a faint smile playing on his lips as he regards your response. He knows that hunting is a favored pastime of yours, making your involvement almost expected.<<else>>
Luceris nods, “Alright then.”<</if>>
Fadiya interjects, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, she must have wanted you to not participate. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to cheer you all on.”<</if>>
[[Continue|ch3-50a]]<<if $hunt is "true">>“I will be participating,” you confirm.
“Great! I hope we see each other during the hunt.”<<else>>“I won’t be participating.”
“Really? In that case, I will skip it too.”
You blink, surprised, “Why not?”
“I would like to spend more time with you, Your Majesty. The hunt can wait.” she says, winking playfully.<</if>>
“Oh, right!” Soarine exclaims with a bright spark in her eyes. “You see those?” She gestures towards the distant apples, placed atop the stuffed body dummies, her excitement palpable.
“If I can hit those apples, then you must fulfill my wish,” she declares, her voice tinged with mischief as she sets her sights on the distant targets. Her ponytail sways playfully with her enthusiasm, adding a spirited flair to her proposition.
“Your wish?” you inquire, intrigued by her challenge.
“Yes, something only you can give me.”
“What is it?” you ask, curious about her request.
“I will tell you only if you agree,” she teases, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Piqued by her proposal and aware of Soarine’s reputation as a skilled archer, you nod, realizing it’s more of a playful contest than anything else.
“Alright,” you agree, indulging her challenge, well aware of her skill with a bow.
Soarine confidently steps forward, nocks an arrow, and draws the string with precision. One by one, her arrows find their mark, hitting the apples dead center atop the dummies.
With a triumphant grin, Soarine turns towards you, her eyes gleaming with victory. “Looks like I’ve earned my wish,” she says, her tone teeming with playful triumph.
“And what would that be?” you inquire, curious about her request.
“I want you to spend the entire day with me,” she replies, her request sincere but delivered with a hint of jest.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The emperor already ordered me to do so.”|ch3-49-2a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You didn’t have to challenge me for that.”|ch3-49-2b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-49-2c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“As you wish, princess.”|ch3-49-2d]]</span>You make your way to the annex, the distant clamor growing clearer as the usual bustling activity of the knights echoes through the halls.
In the midst of the morning bustle, a knight, lost in the commotion, inadvertently bumps into you. “Forgive me,” they begin, pausing abruptly as recognition dawns upon them.
“Y-Your Majesty!” Their exclamation reverberates through the hall, and you sense all eyes turning in your direction.
This reaction is familiar; it often catches newer knights off guard when they unexpectedly encounter the Consort in these surroundings.
“Your Majesty,” a voice you recognize cuts through the hush, carrying a mixture of familiarity and surprise. Hunter stands nearby, their usual attire replaced by the garb of a servant—hair held back with a cloth, apron donned, managing the morning meal for the knights. “Are you here for breakfast?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod.|ch3-50b-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at Hunter, “Why else would I be here at such an hour?”|ch3-50b-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “No, I just missed you so much I came here without noticing.”|ch3-50b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be funny, “No, I came here for dinner.”|ch3-50b-d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Why? Did you think I came here for you?”|ch3-50b-e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flirt, “I came for breakfast, but now that I see you in that outfit, I might stay a bit longer.” ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-f][$Hunter_attrac to Math.clamp($Hunter_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>You nod.
“I’ll get you a plate,” Hunter nods back, grabbing a plate to fill it up for you.
“Hunter, the vegetables are burning.”
From the bustling kitchen emerges Vincent, clad similarly to Hunter, his presence commanding the space around him. His gaze briefly flickers in your direction before swiftly returning to Hunter.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>Compared to last night, Vincent seems transformed—clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened countenance you saw in the shadows.<<else>>Your eyes widen as you see Vincent standing before you, instantly recognizing him despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.<</if>>
Hunter, startled by the warning, exclaims, “Why are you telling me that instead of fixing that?” $H_HeShe thrusts the plate and spoon into Vincent’s hands. “Serve $them breakfast!” With a hurried dash, Hunter disappears back into the kitchen’s depths.
Vincent stands there, an air of perplexity surrounding him, holding the plate and spoon as if they were foreign objects. His gaze lingers on you, a hint of reluctance clear in his demeanor.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Question, annoyed, “Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?”|ch3-50b-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be helpful, “Do you want me to serve myself?”|ch3-50b-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”|ch3-50b-1c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”|ch3-50b-1d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him. Would it be strange to say he looks kind of attractive in that outfit? ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-1e]]</span>You stare at Hunter, “Why else would I be here at such an hour?”
Hunter laughs softly, “I suppose you’re right.” $H_HeShe grabs a plate to fill it up for you.
“Hunter, the vegetables are burning.”
From the bustling kitchen emerges Vincent, clad similarly to Hunter, his presence commanding the space around him. His gaze briefly flickers in your direction before swiftly returning to Hunter.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>Compared to last night, Vincent seems transformed—clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened countenance you saw in the shadows.<<else>>Your eyes widen as you see Vincent standing before you, instantly recognizing him despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.<</if>>
Hunter, startled by the warning, exclaims, “Why are you telling me that instead of fixing that?” $H_HeShe thrusts the plate and spoon into Vincent’s hands. “Serve $them breakfast!” With a hurried dash, Hunter disappears back into the kitchen’s depths.
Vincent stands there, an air of perplexity surrounding him, holding the plate and spoon as if they were foreign objects. His gaze lingers on you, a hint of reluctance clear in his demeanor.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Question, annoyed, “Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?”|ch3-50b-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be helpful, “Do you want me to serve myself?”|ch3-50b-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”|ch3-50b-1c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”|ch3-50b-1d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him. Would it be strange to say he looks kind of attractive in that outfit? ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-1e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>You roll your eyes, “No, I just missed you so much I came here without noticing.”
Hunter pouts slightly, “Don’t be mean, what if I was truly hoping you came here for me?” $H_HeShe grabs a plate to fill it up for you.
“Hunter, the vegetables are burning.”
From the bustling kitchen emerges Vincent, clad similarly to Hunter, his presence commanding the space around him. His gaze briefly flickers in your direction before swiftly returning to Hunter.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>Compared to last night, Vincent seems transformed—clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened countenance you saw in the shadows.<<else>>Your eyes widen as you see Vincent standing before you, instantly recognizing him despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.<</if>>
Hunter, startled by the warning, exclaims, “Why are you telling me that instead of fixing that?” $H_HeShe thrusts the plate and spoon into Vincent’s hands. “Serve $them breakfast!” With a hurried dash, Hunter disappears back into the kitchen’s depths.
Vincent stands there, an air of perplexity surrounding him, holding the plate and spoon as if they were foreign objects. His gaze lingers on you, a hint of reluctance clear in his demeanor.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Question, annoyed, “Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?”|ch3-50b-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be helpful, “Do you want me to serve myself?”|ch3-50b-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”|ch3-50b-1c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”|ch3-50b-1d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him. Would it be strange to say he looks kind of attractive in that outfit? ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-1e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>You try to be funny, “No, I came here for dinner.”
Hunter shakes his head, “Alright, I get it.” $H_HeShe grabs a plate to fill it up for you.
Perhaps it was only funny to you.
“Hunter, the vegetables are burning.”
From the bustling kitchen emerges Vincent, clad similarly to Hunter, his presence commanding the space around him. His gaze briefly flickers in your direction before swiftly returning to Hunter.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>Compared to last night, Vincent seems transformed—clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened countenance you saw in the shadows.<<else>>Your eyes widen as you see Vincent standing before you, instantly recognizing him despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.<</if>>
Hunter, startled by the warning, exclaims, “Why are you telling me that instead of fixing that?” $H_HeShe thrusts the plate and spoon into Vincent’s hands. “Serve $them breakfast!” With a hurried dash, Hunter disappears back into the kitchen’s depths.
Vincent stands there, an air of perplexity surrounding him, holding the plate and spoon as if they were foreign objects. His gaze lingers on you, a hint of reluctance clear in his demeanor.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Question, annoyed, “Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?”|ch3-50b-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be helpful, “Do you want me to serve myself?”|ch3-50b-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”|ch3-50b-1c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”|ch3-50b-1d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him. Would it be strange to say he looks kind of attractive in that outfit? ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-1e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>You joke, “Why? Did you think I came here for you?”
Hunter pouts slightly, “Don’t be mean, what if I was truly hoping you came here for me?” $H_HeShe grabs a plate to fill it up for you.
“Hunter, the vegetables are burning.”
From the bustling kitchen emerges Vincent, clad similarly to Hunter, his presence commanding the space around him. His gaze briefly flickers in your direction before swiftly returning to Hunter.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>Compared to last night, Vincent seems transformed—clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened countenance you saw in the shadows.<<else>>Your eyes widen as you see Vincent standing before you, instantly recognizing him despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.<</if>>
Hunter, startled by the warning, exclaims, “Why are you telling me that instead of fixing that?” $H_HeShe thrusts the plate and spoon into Vincent’s hands. “Serve $them breakfast!” With a hurried dash, Hunter disappears back into the kitchen’s depths.
Vincent stands there, an air of perplexity surrounding him, holding the plate and spoon as if they were foreign objects. His gaze lingers on you, a hint of reluctance clear in his demeanor.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Question, annoyed, “Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?”|ch3-50b-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be helpful, “Do you want me to serve myself?”|ch3-50b-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”|ch3-50b-1c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”|ch3-50b-1d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him. Would it be strange to say he looks kind of attractive in that outfit? ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-1e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span><<set $flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100)>>“I came for breakfast, but now that I see you in that outfit, I might stay a bit longer.”
Hunter raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on $H_hisher lips, “Oh, really? Fancy the servant look, do you?”
“Only when the servant looks as charming as you,” you wink.
Hunter laughs, “Well, thank you.”
“Hunter, the vegetables are burning.”
From the bustling kitchen emerges Vincent, clad similarly to Hunter, his presence commanding the space around him. His gaze briefly flickers in your direction before swiftly returning to Hunter.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>Compared to last night, Vincent seems transformed—clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed, a stark contrast to the battle-hardened countenance you saw in the shadows.<<else>>Your eyes widen as you see Vincent standing before you, instantly recognizing him despite years having passed since your last encounter.
Memories, mostly unfavorable, flood your mind, making it somewhat ironic that this is your first interaction with Vincent after such a prolonged absence.<</if>>
Hunter, startled by the warning, exclaims, “Why are you telling me that instead of fixing that?” $H_HeShe thrusts the plate and spoon into Vincent’s hands. “Serve $them breakfast!” With a hurried dash, Hunter disappears back into the kitchen’s depths.
Vincent stands there, an air of perplexity surrounding him, holding the plate and spoon as if they were foreign objects. His gaze lingers on you, a hint of reluctance clear in his demeanor.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Question, annoyed, “Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?”|ch3-50b-1a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Try to be helpful, “Do you want me to serve myself?”|ch3-50b-1b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tilt your head, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”|ch3-50b-1c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”|ch3-50b-1d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him. Would it be strange to say he looks kind of attractive in that outfit? ❤️🔥|ch3-50b-1e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>“Are you going to serve me breakfast or what?” you ask, a tinge of irritation seeping into your tone.
Vincent approaches the table with measured steps, eyeing the array of dishes laid out before him. His gaze flicks toward you, holding an air of indifference, “What do you want?”
You survey the array of breakfast offerings set before you, a mixture of savory and sweet delights beckoning from the table’s spread.
Your gaze briefly flits towards Vincent, whose silence seems to carve a stark contrast against the activity within the room. The clatter of armor and the faint echo of conversations pepper the bustling space, yet Vincent’s focused demeanor remains unchanged.
You respond, “Everything.”
Vincent offers no verbal acknowledgment, merely nodding in response as he begins methodically placing an assortment of dishes onto your plate.<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>
As he arranges the food onto your plate, Vincent interrupts the silence with a question, his tone more reserved than inquisitive. “How is your forehead?” he asks, if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was worried.
You lightly touch the spot where he had accidentally knocked last night, a faint twinge of memory resurfacing, “It’s fine.”
Vincent nods in response to your answer, his expression inscrutable, and he doesn’t utter another word. The conversation halts as he concentrates on arranging the rest of the food on your plate.
<</if>>However, a sudden tug on the back of Vincent’s apron interrupts his focused composure. A young boy stands behind Vincent, his small hand grasping the fabric of Vincent’s apron.
Looking up at Vincent with wide eyes, the child’s voice carries a hint of excitement as he calls out, “Brother!”
Recognition flickers in your mind—this must be Vincent’s younger brother, the resemblance between the two discernible despite the age gap.
[[Continue|ch3-51b]]“Do you want me to serve myself?”
Vincent remains silent, his expression impassive, as he moves closer to the array of food spread across the table. Without acknowledging your offer to serve yourself, he focuses on the task at hand.
“What do you want?” His voice is direct, devoid of any overt politeness.
You survey the array of breakfast offerings set before you, a mixture of savory and sweet delights beckoning from the table’s spread.
Your gaze briefly flits towards Vincent, whose silence seems to carve a stark contrast against the activity within the room. The clatter of armor and the faint echo of conversations pepper the bustling space, yet Vincent’s focused demeanor remains unchanged.
You respond, “Everything.”
Vincent offers no verbal acknowledgment, merely nodding in response as he begins methodically placing an assortment of dishes onto your plate.<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>
As he arranges the food onto your plate, Vincent interrupts the silence with a question, his tone more reserved than inquisitive. “How is your forehead?” he asks, if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was worried.
You lightly touch the spot where he had accidentally knocked last night, a faint twinge of memory resurfacing, “It’s fine.”
Vincent nods in response to your answer, his expression inscrutable, and he doesn’t utter another word. The conversation halts as he concentrates on arranging the rest of the food on your plate.
<</if>>However, a sudden tug on the back of Vincent’s apron interrupts his focused composure. A young boy stands behind Vincent, his small hand grasping the fabric of Vincent’s apron.
Looking up at Vincent with wide eyes, the child’s voice carries a hint of excitement as he calls out, “Brother!”
Recognition flickers in your mind—this must be Vincent’s younger brother, the resemblance between the two discernible despite the age gap.
[[Continue|ch3-51b]]With a tilt of your head, you quip, “Shouldn’t you be torturing some poor soul? The outfit doesn’t suit you.”
Vincent remains silent, his expression impassive, as he moves closer to the array of food spread across the table. Without acknowledging your comment, he focuses on the task at hand.
“What do you want?” His voice is direct, devoid of any overt politeness.
You survey the array of breakfast offerings set before you, a mixture of savory and sweet delights beckoning from the table’s spread.
Your gaze briefly flits towards Vincent, whose silence seems to carve a stark contrast against the activity within the room. The clatter of armor and the faint echo of conversations pepper the bustling space, yet Vincent’s focused demeanor remains unchanged.
You respond, “Everything.”
Vincent offers no verbal acknowledgment, merely nodding in response as he begins methodically placing an assortment of dishes onto your plate.<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>
As he arranges the food onto your plate, Vincent interrupts the silence with a question, his tone more reserved than inquisitive. “How is your forehead?” he asks, if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was worried.
You lightly touch the spot where he had accidentally knocked last night, a faint twinge of memory resurfacing, “It’s fine.”
Vincent nods in response to your answer, his expression inscrutable, and he doesn’t utter another word. The conversation halts as he concentrates on arranging the rest of the food on your plate.
<</if>>However, a sudden tug on the back of Vincent’s apron interrupts his focused composure. A young boy stands behind Vincent, his small hand grasping the fabric of Vincent’s apron.
Looking up at Vincent with wide eyes, the child’s voice carries a hint of excitement as he calls out, “Brother!”
Recognition flickers in your mind—this must be Vincent’s younger brother, the resemblance between the two discernible despite the age gap.
[[Continue|ch3-51b]]You laugh, “You might receive marriage proposals because of that outfit.”
Vincent remains silent, his demeanor almost stoic. However, you catch a fleeting moment where his eyes narrow slightly, a subtle reaction you notice before he focuses on the spread of food displayed on the table.
“What do you want?” His voice is direct, devoid of any overt politeness.
You survey the array of breakfast offerings set before you, a mixture of savory and sweet delights beckoning from the table’s spread.
Your gaze briefly flits towards Vincent, whose silence seems to carve a stark contrast against the activity within the room. The clatter of armor and the faint echo of conversations pepper the bustling space, yet Vincent’s focused demeanor remains unchanged.
You respond, “Everything.”
Vincent offers no verbal acknowledgment, merely nodding in response as he begins methodically placing an assortment of dishes onto your plate.<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>
As he arranges the food onto your plate, Vincent interrupts the silence with a question, his tone more reserved than inquisitive. “How is your forehead?” he asks, if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was worried.
You lightly touch the spot where he had accidentally knocked last night, a faint twinge of memory resurfacing, “It’s fine.”
Vincent nods in response to your answer, his expression inscrutable, and he doesn’t utter another word. The conversation halts as he concentrates on arranging the rest of the food on your plate.
<</if>>However, a sudden tug on the back of Vincent’s apron interrupts his focused composure. A young boy stands behind Vincent, his small hand grasping the fabric of Vincent’s apron.
Looking up at Vincent with wide eyes, the child’s voice carries a hint of excitement as he calls out, “Brother!”
Recognition flickers in your mind—this must be Vincent’s younger brother, the resemblance between the two discernible despite the age gap.
[[Continue|ch3-51b]]Your eyes remain fixed on Vincent as he moves closer to the table. Somewhere in the recesses of your thoughts, a stray observation manages to slip through—his rugged appearance seems oddly appealing in that outfit.
The apron seems a tad too snug, outlining the contours of his frame, and inadvertently drawing attention to his physique.
As he moves closer to the table, his gaze meets yours, and you realize your brief pause might have been longer than intended. You wonder if he noticed the way you observed him.
Before you can fully process your thoughts, Vincent’s straightforward question jolts you back to the present. “What do you want?” His voice is direct, devoid of any overt politeness.
You survey the array of breakfast offerings set before you, a mixture of savory and sweet delights beckoning from the table’s spread.
Your gaze briefly flits towards Vincent, whose silence seems to carve a stark contrast against the activity within the room. The clatter of armor and the faint echo of conversations pepper the bustling space, yet Vincent’s focused demeanor remains unchanged.
You respond, “Everything.”
Vincent offers no verbal acknowledgment, merely nodding in response as he begins methodically placing an assortment of dishes onto your plate.<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>
As he arranges the food onto your plate, Vincent interrupts the silence with a question, his tone more reserved than inquisitive. “How is your forehead?” he asks, if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was worried.
You lightly touch the spot where he had accidentally knocked last night, a faint twinge of memory resurfacing, “It’s fine.”
Vincent nods in response to your answer, his expression inscrutable, and he doesn’t utter another word. The conversation halts as he concentrates on arranging the rest of the food on your plate.
<</if>>However, a sudden tug on the back of Vincent’s apron interrupts his focused composure. A young boy stands behind Vincent, his small hand grasping the fabric of Vincent’s apron.
Looking up at Vincent with wide eyes, the child’s voice carries a hint of excitement as he calls out, “Brother!”
Recognition flickers in your mind—this must be Vincent’s younger brother, the resemblance between the two discernible despite the age gap.
[[Continue|ch3-51b]]Vincent’s stoic countenance softens a fraction at the sight of his sibling. “Yes?” he replies, his voice infused with an unexpected gentleness.
Bending down at the boy’s insistence, Vincent listens intently to the whispered words, a furrow forming between his brows. He shoots a discerning glance towards you, and then back to his brother, shaking his head slightly.
The boy murmurs something more, casting a furtive glance in your direction as he speaks to Vincent, clearly discussing something concerning you.
Vincent stands upright once more, offering you the plate of food with an air of finality. “Enjoy,” he says curtly, the subtle tension lingering in his gaze leaving no room for further discussion. His unspoken message is clear – it’s time for you to leave.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ask his brother, “Do you want to say something to me?”|ch3-51b-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ask Vincent, “What did he want you to say?”|cg3-51b-b]]</span>Looking down at his brother, you ask, “Do you want to say something to me?”
The young boy’s eyes dart between Vincent and you, a hint of shyness apparent in his demeanor. He fidgets a bit under your gaze, a faint blush tinting his cheeks at the attention.
Sensing his brother’s unease, Vincent sighs softly, as though acknowledging the inevitability of this interaction. His gaze shifts to you, a fleeting and awkward pause hanging between you both.
Unexpectedly, Vincent breaks the silence, his words catching you off guard. “...Your eyes are beautiful,” he states, the unexpected compliment causing you to arch an eyebrow in genuine surprise. His comment lingers in the air, followed by a quick clarification, “According to him.”
“Oh,” you say, surprised. You shift your gaze to the child, “Felix, right?”
Vincent’s hand settles gently on the boy’s head, a gesture of reassurance that seems to steady the child as he meets your gaze and nods.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Felix.”|ch3-52b-a][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It would mean more to me if you told me that yourself, Felix.”|ch3-52b-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You really think so?”|ch3-52b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It seems like your brother disagrees, Felix.”|ch3-52b-d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yours aren’t.”|ch3-52b-e][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 9, 0, 100)]]</span>“What did he want you to say?”
The young boy’s eyes flicker between Vincent and you, the urgency in his gaze almost willing Vincent to comply with his unspoken request.
Seemingly caught off guard by his brother’s insistence, Vincent sighs softly, his gaze shifting from the child to you. He looks at you, a fleeting moment of awkwardness passing between the two of you.
“...Your eyes are beautiful,” he states, the unexpected compliment causing you to arch an eyebrow in genuine surprise. His comment lingers in the air, followed by a quick clarification, “According to him.”
“Oh,” you say, surprised. You shift your gaze to the child, “Felix, right?”
Vincent’s hand settles gently on the boy’s head, a gesture of reassurance that seems to steady the child as he meets your gaze and nods.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Felix.”|ch3-52b-a][$kind to Math.clamp($kind + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It would mean more to me if you told me that yourself, Felix.”|ch3-52b-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You really think so?”|ch3-52b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It seems like your brother disagrees, Felix.”|ch3-52b-d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yours aren’t.”|ch3-52b-e][$kind to Math.clamp($kind - 9, 0, 100)]]</span>The words seem to brighten Felix’s demeanor, a radiant smile breaking across his face. He seems more at ease, shedding the initial shyness. “You’re welcome!” he chirps cheerfully, his initial hesitation dissolving.
“The vegetables are safe!” Hunter’s voice rings out as $H_heshe strides over, proudly presenting a tray of steaming vegetables for the table.
Without waiting for your response, Hunter deftly portions out some vegetables onto your plate.
Suddenly, Hunter’s attention diverts toward Felix standing nearby, and with a mischievous smile, $H_heshe messes up the child’s hair. “Felix! How did you get here?” Hunter asks, genuine surprise coloring $H_hisher voice.
“I came with mother,” the boy replies innocently.
“Where is she now?” Hunter inquires, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the boy’s mother.
“Went to see the emperor!”
You feel slightly relieved, grateful for choosing to have breakfast away from the main palace. Your encounters with General Ikram have always been an uneasy affair, even though her hostility has toned down over the years.
The memory of your first meeting with General Ikram, marked by unpleasantness, lingers, and despite the passage of time, that initial impression remains etched in your mind.
“Did she see you yet?” Hunter asks Vincent.
“No,” Vincent replies, then he looks at you, “Do you want anything else?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone is eager to get rid of me.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ah… no.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace and freedom.”|ch3-53b]]</span>Felix beams at you, a flicker of nerves still evident in his demeanor. “You’re very beautiful, Your Majesty,” he whispers softly.
“Thank you, Felix.”
The words seem to brighten Felix’s demeanor, now he seems more at ease, shedding the initial shyness. “You’re welcome!” he chirps cheerfully, his initial hesitation dissolving.
“The vegetables are safe!” Hunter’s voice rings out as $H_heshe strides over, proudly presenting a tray of steaming vegetables for the table.
Without waiting for your response, Hunter deftly portions out some vegetables onto your plate.
Suddenly, Hunter’s attention diverts toward Felix standing nearby, and with a mischievous smile, $H_heshe messes up the child’s hair. “Felix! How did you get here?” Hunter asks, genuine surprise coloring $H_hisher voice.
“I came with mother,” the boy replies innocently.
“Where is she now?” Hunter inquires, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the boy’s mother.
“Went to see the emperor!”
You feel slightly relieved, grateful for choosing to have breakfast away from the main palace. Your encounters with General Ikram have always been an uneasy affair, even though her hostility has toned down over the years.
The memory of your first meeting with General Ikram, marked by unpleasantness, lingers, and despite the passage of time, that initial impression remains etched in your mind.
“Did she see you yet?” Hunter asks Vincent.
“No,” Vincent replies, then he looks at you, “Do you want anything else?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone is eager to get rid of me.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ah… no.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace and freedom.”|ch3-53b]]</span>Felix nods fervently, his conviction evident in the eager nod of his head.
“Thank you, Felix.”
The words seem to brighten Felix’s demeanor, now he seems more at ease, shedding the initial shyness. “You’re welcome!” he chirps cheerfully, his initial hesitation dissolving.
“The vegetables are safe!” Hunter’s voice rings out as $H_heshe strides over, proudly presenting a tray of steaming vegetables for the table.
Without waiting for your response, Hunter deftly portions out some vegetables onto your plate.
Suddenly, Hunter’s attention diverts toward Felix standing nearby, and with a mischievous smile, $H_heshe messes up the child’s hair. “Felix! How did you get here?” Hunter asks, genuine surprise coloring $H_hisher voice.
“I came with mother,” the boy replies innocently.
“Where is she now?” Hunter inquires, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the boy’s mother.
“Went to see the emperor!”
You feel slightly relieved, grateful for choosing to have breakfast away from the main palace. Your encounters with General Ikram have always been an uneasy affair, even though her hostility has toned down over the years.
The memory of your first meeting with General Ikram, marked by unpleasantness, lingers, and despite the passage of time, that initial impression remains etched in your mind.
“Did she see you yet?” Hunter asks Vincent.
“No,” Vincent replies, then he looks at you, “Do you want anything else?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone is eager to get rid of me.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ah… no.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace and freedom.”|ch3-53b]]</span>Felix gazes up at his brother, furrowing his brow with a silent question, hoping for a response, but Vincent remains silent, his expression unreadable.
“The vegetables are safe!” Hunter’s voice rings out as $H_heshe strides over, proudly presenting a tray of steaming vegetables for the table.
Without waiting for your response, Hunter deftly portions out some vegetables onto your plate.
Suddenly, Hunter’s attention diverts toward Felix standing nearby, and with a mischievous smile, $H_heshe messes up the child’s hair. “Felix! How did you get here?” Hunter asks, genuine surprise coloring $H_hisher voice.
“I came with mother,” the boy replies innocently.
“Where is she now?” Hunter inquires, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the boy’s mother.
“Went to see the emperor!”
You feel slightly relieved, grateful for choosing to have breakfast away from the main palace. Your encounters with General Ikram have always been an uneasy affair, even though her hostility has toned down over the years.
The memory of your first meeting with General Ikram, marked by unpleasantness, lingers, and despite the passage of time, that initial impression remains etched in your mind.
“Did she see you yet?” Hunter asks Vincent.
“No,” Vincent replies, then he looks at you, “Do you want anything else?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone is eager to get rid of me.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ah… no.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace and freedom.”|ch3-53b]]</span>Felix looks surprised at your words, and you can see the hurt growing on his face.
“Enjoy,” Vincent repeats, and this time you can feel the hostility in his tone.
“The vegetables are safe!” Hunter’s voice rings out as $H_heshe strides over, proudly presenting a tray of steaming vegetables for the table.
Without waiting for your response, Hunter deftly portions out some vegetables onto your plate.
Suddenly, Hunter’s attention diverts toward Felix standing nearby, and with a mischievous smile, $H_heshe messes up the child’s hair. “Felix! How did you get here?” Hunter asks, genuine surprise coloring $H_hisher voice.
“I came with mother,” the boy replies innocently.
“Where is she now?” Hunter inquires, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the boy’s mother.
“Went to see the emperor!”
You feel slightly relieved, grateful for choosing to have breakfast away from the main palace. Your encounters with General Ikram have always been an uneasy affair, even though her hostility has toned down over the years.
The memory of your first meeting with General Ikram, marked by unpleasantness, lingers, and despite the passage of time, that initial impression remains etched in your mind.
“Did she see you yet?” Hunter asks Vincent.
“No,” Vincent replies, then he looks at you, “Do you want anything else?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone is eager to get rid of me.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Ah… no.”|ch3-53b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Peace and freedom.”|ch3-53b]]</span>Hunter interjects, “Let’s have breakfast together, $name. You will have to wait for a bit if you want to though.”
“You haven’t had breakfast yet?” you ask.
“No, I had to cook and now I have to serve then clean and then maybe I will get to eat.” $H_HeShe jests.
You told Soarine you would go see her as soon as you were free and it seems like Hunter would still take a while. “I can’t, I have to go.”
Hunter nods in understanding, “Can’t be helped then, I hope you enjoy your breakfast and have a good day.”
You bid them goodbye and take a seat to eat your breakfast, enjoying the moment alone.
[[Continue|ch3-55]]<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>As you return to your palace, the morning light filtering through the windows paints the walls in soft hues. Upon arrival, you’re greeted with the news that Princess Soarine hasn’t yet returned, leaving you with the prospect of waiting around for her.
Kat, the servant, hesitates for a moment before continuing, her demeanor visibly apprehensive. “Your Majesty, we tried to prevent $E_them from entering, but…”
“What happened?” you query, a flicker of concern tinting your expression.
Kat’s eyes dart nervously toward the doorway leading to your chambers.
Curious and somewhat puzzled, you step further into your room, your gaze trailing towards the table.
Sitting by the table, bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the window, is $E_name. In the gentle morning glow, $E_name’s blonde locks shimmer softly, casting a faint aura around $E_them. The rays of sunlight kiss $E_their fair skin, imparting a subtle blush across $E_their cheeks.
$E_name glances up at your entrance, his blue eyes catching the light in a way that seems to mirror the sky on a clear, cloudless day.
“What are you doing here?” You inquire, “You shouldn’t enter someone’s room without permission.”
“I didn’t touch anything,” $E_name says, rolling $E_their eyes. “You can ask your servants, the door was wide open the entire time.”
“Then why are you here?”
“You forgot to come greet me this morning.” $E_name states plainly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I didn’t forget, I just didn’t go.”|ch3-55a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“...And?”|ch3-55b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wouldn’t have forgotten if I was sleeping next to you.” ❤️🔥|ch3-55c][$flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100), $E_attrac to Math.clamp($E_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Since when did you want me to go see you?”|ch3-55d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leave.”|ch3-55e]]</span>The restrictions placed on mages like Fadiya and Naima aren’t unexpected, considering the regulations ensure fairness in an activity primarily centered on physical capabilities.
The hunt, although an homage to the Norazaan royals, holds a competitive undertone, not just a show of honor but also a contest to determine a winner based on the number or size of the creatures captured, thereby excluding mages from participation.
“Fadiya, your magic could have easily tilted the scales in your favor,” Helios comments, jokingly.
Fadiya giggles softly, “Perhaps,” she responds, a genuine smile touching her lips. “But it is probably for the best, after all, I don’t enjoy hunting.”
Luceris interjects, “There will be other activities set up nearby—games, entertainment, and refreshments for everyone. You won’t be left without something enjoyable to do.”
The impending arrival of nobles from across the kingdom for the hunt means accommodating not just the participants but also ensuring a delightful time for their accompanying family members who won’t be engaged in the hunt.
As Luceris mentions the array of activities planned for non-participants, Naima nods in appreciation. “Thank you, Your Majesty. That sounds more engaging than chasing after creatures.”
Luceris chuckles amiably, adding, “Indeed, it wouldn’t be fair to let the hunters revel in all the fun. I had to make sure I wouldn’t be bored.”
“You won’t be participating?” Naima asks.
Luceris shakes his head, “I don’t know yet, we will see how I feel tomorrow.”
The notion of Luceris possibly not participating in the hunt piques your curiosity. “I thought you enjoyed hunting,” you express with a hint of surprise.
“I certainly do,” Luceris admits, “but time and age bring about a need for moderation. If I join in, I must ensure a victory, and that can be a taxing endeavor.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re just scared you will lose.”|ch3-51a-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ll be at death’s door soon.”|ch3-51a-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you’re admitting that you’re getting old.”|ch3-51a-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s a fair point.”|ch3-51a-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod.|ch3-51a-5]]</span>“You’re just scared you will lose.”
“Come now, if I wanted to win, I would,” Luceris retorts playfully, rolling his eyes.
Sometimes, he reminds you of a child.
Soarine clears her throat, “There was something I wanted to ask you, Lady Naima.”
Naima is caught off guard, her surprise evident in the slight widening of her eyes, “Me?”
Soarine’s gaze shifts briefly to her father, a glance laden with meaning that Naima barely catches before Soarine redirects her attention to her. “Yes, you, Lady Naima,” she affirms. “I was wondering how managing the Order of Arcana has been. It has been a few years since its inauguration, hasn’t it?”
The Order of Arcana stands as a symbol of hope for mages in a world where they were persecuted for centuries. Naima initiated the organization to provide mages with representation and acknowledgment, aiming to give them an identity and a place in society.
It also helps to register mages officially, making their existence and abilities recognized and documented, which was long overdue.
Naima straightens in her seat, nodding her acknowledgment. “It’s been a challenging yet fulfilling journey,” Naima starts cautiously, her voice poised. “The Order of Arcana was established to provide mages with a recognized platform, a place to learn, grow, and contribute without the fear of persecution.”
Soarine’s eyes gleam with curiosity, her interest evident as she listens intently to Naima’s explanation. “And has it been successful in achieving that?” she probes further.
“To a certain extent, yes. We have managed to gather many mages seeking refuge and guidance.”
Soarine lowers her cutlery, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her face in her hands. “What’s the percentage of mages affiliated with the Order?”
“Around seventy percent,” Naima responds, her curiosity piqued by Soarine’s sudden interest. “If I may ask, why the sudden curiosity?”
[[Continue|ch3-52a]]“You’ll be at death’s door soon.”
Luceris adopts a mockingly dramatic tone. “And then the world shall know peace?” he quips, a trace of playful sarcasm coloring his words.
Soarine clears her throat, “There was something I wanted to ask you, Lady Naima.”
Naima is caught off guard, her surprise evident in the slight widening of her eyes, “Me?”
Soarine’s gaze shifts briefly to her father, a glance laden with meaning that Naima barely catches before Soarine redirects her attention to her. “Yes, you, Lady Naima,” she affirms. “I was wondering how managing the Order of Arcana has been. It has been a few years since its inauguration, hasn’t it?”
The Order of Arcana stands as a symbol of hope for mages in a world where they were persecuted for centuries. Naima initiated the organization to provide mages with representation and acknowledgment, aiming to give them an identity and a place in society.
It also helps to register mages officially, making their existence and abilities recognized and documented, which was long overdue.
Naima straightens in her seat, nodding her acknowledgment. “It’s been a challenging yet fulfilling journey,” Naima starts cautiously, her voice poised. “The Order of Arcana was established to provide mages with a recognized platform, a place to learn, grow, and contribute without the fear of persecution.”
Soarine’s eyes gleam with curiosity, her interest evident as she listens intently to Naima’s explanation. “And has it been successful in achieving that?” she probes further.
“To a certain extent, yes. We have managed to gather many mages seeking refuge and guidance.”
Soarine lowers her cutlery, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her face in her hands. “What’s the percentage of mages affiliated with the Order?”
“Around seventy percent,” Naima responds, her curiosity piqued by Soarine’s sudden interest. “If I may ask, why the sudden curiosity?”
[[Continue|ch3-52a]]“I can’t believe you’re admitting that you’re getting old.”
Luceris rolls his eyes, “So what if I am? One day you will be my age as well.”
Soarine clears her throat, “There was something I wanted to ask you, Lady Naima.”
Naima is caught off guard, her surprise evident in the slight widening of her eyes, “Me?”
Soarine’s gaze shifts briefly to her father, a glance laden with meaning that Naima barely catches before Soarine redirects her attention to her. “Yes, you, Lady Naima,” she affirms. “I was wondering how managing the Order of Arcana has been. It has been a few years since its inauguration, hasn’t it?”
The Order of Arcana stands as a symbol of hope for mages in a world where they were persecuted for centuries. Naima initiated the organization to provide mages with representation and acknowledgment, aiming to give them an identity and a place in society.
It also helps to register mages officially, making their existence and abilities recognized and documented, which was long overdue.
Naima straightens in her seat, nodding her acknowledgment. “It’s been a challenging yet fulfilling journey,” Naima starts cautiously, her voice poised. “The Order of Arcana was established to provide mages with a recognized platform, a place to learn, grow, and contribute without the fear of persecution.”
Soarine’s eyes gleam with curiosity, her interest evident as she listens intently to Naima’s explanation. “And has it been successful in achieving that?” she probes further.
“To a certain extent, yes. We have managed to gather many mages seeking refuge and guidance.”
Soarine lowers her cutlery, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her face in her hands. “What’s the percentage of mages affiliated with the Order?”
“Around seventy percent,” Naima responds, her curiosity piqued by Soarine’s sudden interest. “If I may ask, why the sudden curiosity?”
[[Continue|ch3-52a]]“That’s a fair point.”
Luceris nods confidently, “Indeed, it is.”
Sometimes, he reminds you of a child.
Soarine clears her throat, “There was something I wanted to ask you, Lady Naima.”
Naima is caught off guard, her surprise evident in the slight widening of her eyes, “Me?”
Soarine’s gaze shifts briefly to her father, a glance laden with meaning that Naima barely catches before Soarine redirects her attention to her. “Yes, you, Lady Naima,” she affirms. “I was wondering how managing the Order of Arcana has been. It has been a few years since its inauguration, hasn’t it?”
The Order of Arcana stands as a symbol of hope for mages in a world where they were persecuted for centuries. Naima initiated the organization to provide mages with representation and acknowledgment, aiming to give them an identity and a place in society.
It also helps to register mages officially, making their existence and abilities recognized and documented, which was long overdue.
Naima straightens in her seat, nodding her acknowledgment. “It’s been a challenging yet fulfilling journey,” Naima starts cautiously, her voice poised. “The Order of Arcana was established to provide mages with a recognized platform, a place to learn, grow, and contribute without the fear of persecution.”
Soarine’s eyes gleam with curiosity, her interest evident as she listens intently to Naima’s explanation. “And has it been successful in achieving that?” she probes further.
“To a certain extent, yes. We have managed to gather many mages seeking refuge and guidance.”
Soarine lowers her cutlery, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her face in her hands. “What’s the percentage of mages affiliated with the Order?”
“Around seventy percent,” Naima responds, her curiosity piqued by Soarine’s sudden interest. “If I may ask, why the sudden curiosity?”
[[Continue|ch3-52a]]You nod, taking his words in.
Soarine clears her throat, “There was something I wanted to ask you, Lady Naima.”
Naima is caught off guard, her surprise evident in the slight widening of her eyes, “Me?”
Soarine’s gaze shifts briefly to her father, a glance laden with meaning that Naima barely catches before Soarine redirects her attention to her. “Yes, you, Lady Naima,” she affirms. “I was wondering how managing the Order of Arcana has been. It has been a few years since its inauguration, hasn’t it?”
The Order of Arcana stands as a symbol of hope for mages in a world where they were persecuted for centuries. Naima initiated the organization to provide mages with representation and acknowledgment, aiming to give them an identity and a place in society.
It also helps to register mages officially, making their existence and abilities recognized and documented, which was long overdue.
Naima straightens in her seat, nodding her acknowledgment. “It’s been a challenging yet fulfilling journey,” Naima starts cautiously, her voice poised. “The Order of Arcana was established to provide mages with a recognized platform, a place to learn, grow, and contribute without the fear of persecution.”
Soarine’s eyes gleam with curiosity, her interest evident as she listens intently to Naima’s explanation. “And has it been successful in achieving that?” she probes further.
“To a certain extent, yes. We have managed to gather many mages seeking refuge and guidance.”
Soarine lowers her cutlery, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her face in her hands. “What’s the percentage of mages affiliated with the Order?”
“Around seventy percent,” Naima responds, her curiosity piqued by Soarine’s sudden interest. “If I may ask, why the sudden curiosity?”
[[Continue|ch3-52a]]Soarine waves a dismissive hand, “Nothing extraordinary, really. Arcana has always intrigued me. I have wanted to visit the Arcana Tower ever since I heard of it,” she muses, her gaze distant as she envisions the grand structure.
Helios sighs lightly, “I missed the chance to see it myself. I was out of the kingdom when it was unveiled.”
“It’s lovely!” Fadiya’s face brightens, her hands gesturing animatedly to emphasize her point. “Although, it can get a bit chaotic with everyone bustling about,” she adds with a hint of concern creasing her brow.
The Arcana Tower, a relatively new establishment, stands as the physical representation of the Order of Arcana—a safe haven and a symbol of hope for mages.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You visited it before because of your duties.|ch3-52a-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You visited it before because of Fadiya.|ch3-52a-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You haven’t visited because you do not want to.|ch3-52a-3]]</span>The mention of the Arcana Tower immediately triggers a memory in your mind—the bustling halls filled with a myriad of people, the buzz of excitement intermingling with conversations, and the vibrant atmosphere echoing through the grand architecture.
You listen to the conversation, recalling your visit to the Arcana Tower, a duty you had undertaken as Consort to acquaint yourself with the Order’s initiatives. Your presence there was a ceremonial acknowledgment, an act expected of someone in your position.
Truthfully, the people you met were quite nice to you. Maybe because they understood what it was like to be treated unfairly despite being innocent.
“If I get the chance to visit, perhaps you can be my guide,” Soarine proposes, turning her attention to Fadiya across the table.
Fadiya offers a slight smile, though it lacks its usual warmth. “That can certainly be arranged, Your Highness.”
As the conversation gradually winds down, Luceris finishes his meal, his fingers delicately dabbing at his lips with a napkin before rising from his seat. “Well, if you’ll excuse me,” Luceris addresses the table with a genial smile, “I have matters that require my attention. Please, enjoy your breakfast.” His gaze briefly meets yours before he turns to leave the dining room.
With Luceris’ departure, King Faang and Naima rise from their seats, acknowledging the need to follow the Emperor. The King offers a nod of acknowledgement to the remaining company before striding out of the dining hall, Naima trailing close behind.
Soarine, rising swiftly, offers a polite excuse, her gaze briefly scanning the table. “Excuse me, I have to speak with my father,” she explains hurriedly, “Your Majesty, I will meet you in your room to spend time together.” then swiftly follows after them, her gait graceful yet purposeful.
Fadiya shifts her attention back to you, curiosity knitting her brows. “What’s that all about?”
“I promised to spend some time with her,” you reply, your eyes lingering momentarily on the path Soarine just took.
Fadiya squints slightly, a hint of concern flashing in her eyes. “Just watch your back, alright? Something about her feels off to me.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Huh, why?”|ch3-53a-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Fadiya, stop over thinking.”|ch3-53a-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you sure you’re not simply jealous?”|ch3-53a-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You should speak more carefully, she’s a princess.”|ch3-53a-4]]</span>The mention of the Arcana Tower immediately triggers a memory in your mind—the bustling halls filled with a myriad of people, the buzz of excitement intermingling with conversations, and the vibrant atmosphere echoing through the grand architecture.
You recall the first time you visited the Tower, a visit primarily prompted by Fadiya’s enthusiasm. You went there because of her.
Fadiya had guided you through the various chambers, her excitement evident as she explained the significance of each space, the newfound sense of belonging mages found within the Tower’s walls.
Truthfully, the people you met were quite nice to you. Maybe because they understood what it was like to be treated unfairly despite being innocent.
“If I get the chance to visit, perhaps you can be my guide,” Soarine proposes, turning her attention to Fadiya across the table.
Fadiya offers a slight smile, though it lacks its usual warmth. “That can certainly be arranged, Your Highness.”
As the conversation gradually winds down, Luceris finishes his meal, his fingers delicately dabbing at his lips with a napkin before rising from his seat. “Well, if you’ll excuse me,” Luceris addresses the table with a genial smile, “I have matters that require my attention. Please, enjoy your breakfast.” His gaze briefly meets yours before he turns to leave the dining room.
With Luceris’ departure, King Faang and Naima rise from their seats, acknowledging the need to follow the Emperor. The King offers a nod of acknowledgement to the remaining company before striding out of the dining hall, Naima trailing close behind.
Soarine, rising swiftly, offers a polite excuse, her gaze briefly scanning the table. “Excuse me, I have to speak with my father,” she explains hurriedly, “Your Majesty, I will meet you in your room to spend time together.” then swiftly follows after them, her gait graceful yet purposeful.
Fadiya shifts her attention back to you, curiosity knitting her brows. “What’s that all about?”
“I promised to spend some time with her,” you reply, your eyes lingering momentarily on the path Soarine just took.
Fadiya squints slightly, a hint of concern flashing in her eyes. “Just watch your back, alright? Something about her feels off to me.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Huh, why?”|ch3-53a-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Fadiya, stop over thinking.”|ch3-53a-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you sure you’re not simply jealous?”|ch3-53a-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You should speak more carefully, she’s a princess.”|ch3-53a-4]]</span>Despite being the Consort of Rosea, your involvement in matters pertaining to the Order of Arcana has been limited, at best. Simply because you didn’t want to be involved.
The Tower remains a place you have only heard about secondhand, through conversations with Naima and the occasional tidbit from Luceris, but never visited.
“If I get the chance to visit, perhaps you can be my guide,” Soarine proposes, turning her attention to Fadiya across the table.
Fadiya offers a slight smile, though it lacks its usual warmth. “That can certainly be arranged, Your Highness.”
As the conversation gradually winds down, Luceris finishes his meal, his fingers delicately dabbing at his lips with a napkin before rising from his seat. “Well, if you’ll excuse me,” Luceris addresses the table with a genial smile, “I have matters that require my attention. Please, enjoy your breakfast.” His gaze briefly meets yours before he turns to leave the dining room.
With Luceris’ departure, King Faang and Naima rise from their seats, acknowledging the need to follow the Emperor. The King offers a nod of acknowledgement to the remaining company before striding out of the dining hall, Naima trailing close behind.
Soarine, rising swiftly, offers a polite excuse, her gaze briefly scanning the table. “Excuse me, I have to speak with my father,” she explains hurriedly, “Your Majesty, I will meet you in your room to spend time together.” then swiftly follows after them, her gait graceful yet purposeful.
Fadiya shifts her attention back to you, curiosity knitting her brows. “What’s that all about?”
“I promised to spend some time with her,” you reply, your eyes lingering momentarily on the path Soarine just took.
Fadiya squints slightly, a hint of concern flashing in her eyes. “Just watch your back, alright? Something about her feels off to me.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Huh, why?”|ch3-53a-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Fadiya, stop over thinking.”|ch3-53a-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you sure you’re not simply jealous?”|ch3-53a-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You should speak more carefully, she’s a princess.”|ch3-53a-4]]</span>“She’s just too...” Fadiya pauses, searching for the right words, “polite.”
Helios laughs softly, “Are you saying you don’t like her because she’s polite?”
Fadiya shakes her head, clarifying, “No, it’s not that. It’s //too much//. She’s being too nice without even knowing me.”
Helios nods, “I’ve known her since childhood. She’s a good person, really.”
Fadiya sighs softly, “Perhaps I’m overthinking things.”
As the conversation continues, the rhythm is disrupted by the audible rhythm of approaching footsteps, causing you all to turn your attention towards the entrance.
A woman enters, her presence commanding attention with long, flowing brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Her striking emerald eyes briefly meet yours before she averts her gaze.
“General Ikram,” Helios greets her.
“Prince,” Ikram responds with an unexpected bright smile, one that surprises you—such warmth from someone who treats you with no regard.
“Were you looking for my father?" Helios asks politely, his tone welcoming. “He just stepped out, unfortunately. You just missed him,” he explains with a gentle smile.
“Oh…” Ikram scratches her jaw, her demeanor shifting slightly. “I see.”
“Allow me to escort you,” Helios offers courteously, rising from his seat to accompany her.
He gestures for her to take the lead, and with a subtle glance from Ikram and a friendly wave from Helios, they depart the dining room together, leaving you and Fadiya alone.
[[Continue|ch3-54a]]She sighs softly, her expression softening. “You’re right,” she concedes with a slight smile, though the worry lines don’t fully dissipate from her forehead.
Helios nods, “I’ve known her since childhood. She’s a good person, really.”
Fadiya sighs softly, “Perhaps I’m overthinking things.”
As the conversation continues, the rhythm is disrupted by the audible rhythm of approaching footsteps, causing you all to turn your attention towards the entrance.
A woman enters, her presence commanding attention with long, flowing brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Her striking emerald eyes briefly meet yours before she averts her gaze.
“General Ikram,” Helios greets her.
“Prince,” Ikram responds with an unexpected bright smile, one that surprises you—such warmth from someone who treats you with no regard.
“Were you looking for my father?" Helios asks politely, his tone welcoming. “He just stepped out, unfortunately. You just missed him,” he explains with a gentle smile.
“Oh…” Ikram scratches her jaw, her demeanor shifting slightly. “I see.”
“Allow me to escort you,” Helios offers courteously, rising from his seat to accompany her.
He gestures for her to take the lead, and with a subtle glance from Ikram and a friendly wave from Helios, they depart the dining room together, leaving you and Fadiya alone.
[[Continue|ch3-54a]]Fadiya laughs softly, “Would you listen to me if I was?”
“Only if you admit it first,” you banter.
Fadiya scoffs in a playful tone, “Not a chance.” then continues more seriously, “She seems… too polite.”
Helios laughs softly, “Are you saying you don’t like her because she’s polite?”
Fadiya shakes her head, clarifying, “No, it’s not that. It’s //too much//. She’s being too nice without even knowing me.”
Helios nods, “I’ve known her since childhood. She’s a good person, really.”
Fadiya sighs softly, “Perhaps I’m overthinking things.”
As the conversation continues, the rhythm is disrupted by the audible rhythm of approaching footsteps, causing you all to turn your attention towards the entrance.
A woman enters, her presence commanding attention with long, flowing brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Her striking emerald eyes briefly meet yours before she averts her gaze.
“General Ikram,” Helios greets her.
“Prince,” Ikram responds with an unexpected bright smile, one that surprises you—such warmth from someone who treats you with no regard.
“Were you looking for my father?" Helios asks politely, his tone welcoming. “He just stepped out, unfortunately. You just missed him,” he explains with a gentle smile.
“Oh…” Ikram scratches her jaw, her demeanor shifting slightly. “I see.”
“Allow me to escort you,” Helios offers courteously, rising from his seat to accompany her.
He gestures for her to take the lead, and with a subtle glance from Ikram and a friendly wave from Helios, they depart the dining room together, leaving you and Fadiya alone.
[[Continue|ch3-54a]]She sighs softly, her expression softening. “You’re right,” she concedes with a slight smile, though the worry lines don’t fully dissipate from her forehead.
Helios nods, “I’ve known her since childhood. She’s a good person, really.”
Fadiya sighs softly, “Perhaps I’m overthinking things.”
As the conversation continues, the rhythm is disrupted by the audible rhythm of approaching footsteps, causing you all to turn your attention towards the entrance.
A woman enters, her presence commanding attention with long, flowing brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Her striking emerald eyes briefly meet yours before she averts her gaze.
“General Ikram,” Helios greets her.
“Prince,” Ikram responds with an unexpected bright smile, one that surprises you—such warmth from someone who treats you with no regard.
“Were you looking for my father?" Helios asks politely, his tone welcoming. “He just stepped out, unfortunately. You just missed him,” he explains with a gentle smile.
“Oh…” Ikram scratches her jaw, her demeanor shifting slightly. “I see.”
“Allow me to escort you,” Helios offers courteously, rising from his seat to accompany her.
He gestures for her to take the lead, and with a subtle glance from Ikram and a friendly wave from Helios, they depart the dining room together, leaving you and Fadiya alone.
[[Continue|ch3-54a]]Fadiya pops the last berry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “She didn’t even acknowledge you,” she murmurs between bites, her gaze lingering on the remnants of her breakfast. “At least it wasn’t Vincent; we should count our blessings.”
You feel slightly relieved, grateful that you didn’t have to interact with her. Your encounters with General Ikram have always been an uneasy affair, even though her hostility has toned down over the years.
The memory of your first meeting with General Ikram, marked by unpleasantness, lingers, and despite the passage of time, that initial impression remains etched in your mind.
<<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>“I met Vincent last night,” you mention.
“Was he as disagreeable as he was a few years ago?” Fadiya inquires, not particularly interested.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He was… alright.”|ch3-54a-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“We didn’t talk much, he was there to meet with the princess.”|ch3-54a-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He accidentally knocked on my forehead.”|ch3-54a-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t lie to you… he was strangely attractive to me.” ❤️🔥|ch3-54a-4][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span><<else>>“Now, shall we? I have some things to do and you have someone to meet.”
You nod, getting up from your seat. “Hopefully I will see you later.” You say.
Fadiya grins at you, “I hope so too!”
[[Continue|ch3-55]]<</if>>“He was… alright.”
Fadiya arches a brow, her gaze locking onto yours, a curious glint flickering in her eyes. “Alright? That’s a surprise,” she remarks, a faint hint of skepticism coloring her voice. “I can’t remember the last time he was anything close to alright.”
“He seemed a bit different,” you muse, recollecting the interaction. “Not exactly friendly, but certainly less hostile.”
Fadiya chuckles lightly, a small grin forming on her lips. “Well, that’s an improvement, I suppose. Maybe someone finally taught him some manners.”
The concept of Vincent acquiring manners seems like a fantastical notion, almost laughable, considering his past behavior.
“Let’s hope it sticks,” Fadiya says, echoing your thoughts. “Now, shall we? I have some things to do and you have someone to meet.”
You nod, getting up from your seat. “Hopefully I will see you later.” You say.
Fadiya grins at you, “I hope so too!”
[[Continue|ch3-55]]“We didn’t talk much, he was there to meet with the princess.”
“Well, as long as he doesn’t disturb your peace, it’s best to steer clear of him,” Fadiya advises, “I don’t want anything bad to happen.”
“He seemed a bit different,” you muse, recollecting the interaction. “Not exactly friendly, but certainly less hostile.”
Fadiya chuckles lightly, a small grin forming on her lips. “Well, that’s an improvement, I suppose. Maybe someone finally taught him some manners.”
The concept of Vincent acquiring manners seems like a fantastical notion, almost laughable, considering his past behavior.
“Let’s hope it sticks,” Fadiya says, echoing your thoughts. “Now, shall we? I have some things to do and you have someone to meet.”
You nod, getting up from your seat. “Hopefully I will see you later.” You say.
Fadiya grins at you, “I hope so too!”
[[Continue|ch3-55]]“He accidentally knocked on my forehead.”
“What?” Fadiya asks, disbelief evident in her laugh.
“I was leaving a room, and he was going to knock, but somehow ended up knocking on my forehead instead.”
“That’s one way to make an entrance,” she comments, amused by the absurdity of the situation.
“He seemed a bit different,” you muse, recollecting the interaction. “Not exactly friendly, but certainly less hostile.”
Fadiya chuckles lightly, a small grin forming on her lips. “Well, that’s an improvement, I suppose. Maybe someone finally taught him some manners.”
The concept of Vincent acquiring manners seems like a fantastical notion, almost laughable, considering his past behavior.
“Let’s hope it sticks,” Fadiya says, echoing your thoughts. “Now, shall we? I have some things to do and you have someone to meet.”
You nod, getting up from your seat. “Hopefully I will see you later.” You say.
Fadiya grins at you, “I hope so too!”
[[Continue|ch3-55]]“I can’t lie to you… he was strangely attractive to me.”
Fadiya gasps, “$name de Vesphire!” She emphasizes your full name, as if trying to pull you back to reality. “I cannot believe you just said that.”
“I’m just being honest. There was something different about him. Not that it matters.”
Fadiya tilts her head, curiosity laced in her expression. “Different?”
“He seemed a bit different,” you muse, recollecting the interaction. “Not exactly friendly, but certainly less hostile.”
Fadiya chuckles lightly, a small grin forming on her lips. “Well, that’s an improvement, I suppose. Maybe someone finally taught him some manners.”
The concept of Vincent acquiring manners seems like a fantastical notion, almost laughable, considering his past behavior.
“Let’s hope it sticks,” Fadiya says, echoing your thoughts. “Now, shall we? I have some things to do and you have someone to meet.”
You nod, getting up from your seat. “Hopefully I will see you later.” You say.
Fadiya grins at you, “I hope so too!”
[[Continue|ch3-55]]“I didn’t forget, I just didn’t go.”
$E_name frowns slightly, looking unimpressed by your response. “Well, that’s not how things work. I’m here as your guest, and guests are supposed to be welcomed.”
“You’re not here because I invited you,” you retort.
“I am still your guest,” $E_name grumbles. “How was breakfast? Tell me everything.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, even though $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“Why do you want to know?”
“That doesn’t matter. I want details.” $E_name says, “Have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<<else>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, so it seems like $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go to the breakfast at the main palace.”
$E_name exhales sharply. “Typical,” $E_They mutter under $E_their breath. Then $E_They suddenly perks up, “But have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s nice.”|ch3-55-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s pretty.”|ch3-55-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>[[“She’s like an orchid.”|ch3-55-3]]<<else>><s>“She’s like an orchid.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you want to know my opinion?”|ch3-55-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why? Are you interested in her?”|ch3-55-5]]</span>“...And?”
$E_name explains, “I’m here as your guest, and guests are supposed to be welcomed.”
“You’re not here because I invited you,” you retort.
“I am still your guest,” $E_name grumbles. “How was breakfast? Tell me everything.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, even though $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“Why do you want to know?”
“That doesn’t matter. I want details.” $E_name says, “Have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<<else>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, so it seems like $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go to the breakfast at the main palace.”
$E_name exhales sharply. “Typical,” $E_They mutter under $E_their breath. Then $E_They suddenly perks up, “But have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s nice.”|ch3-55-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s pretty.”|ch3-55-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>[[“She’s like an orchid.”|ch3-55-3]]<<else>><s>“She’s like an orchid.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you want to know my opinion?”|ch3-55-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why? Are you interested in her?”|ch3-55-5]]</span>“I wouldn’t have forgotten if I was sleeping next to you.”
$E_name’s eyes widen in surprise, a faint flush creeping up $E_their cheeks, making $E_their cheeks look much redder.
$E_They quickly regains $E_their composure, a smug grin replacing the look of disbelief that had initially adorned $E_their features.
“Oh, please,” $E_name scoffs, rolling $E_their eyes with an air of superiority. $E_They leans in closer, $E_their voice dripping with arrogance. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Sleeping next to me is a privilege you have yet to earn.”
“So I can earn it?”
“In your dreams, Consort.” $E_name says, as if reminding you of your position. $E_They changes the subject, “How was breakfast? Tell me everything.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, even though $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“Why do you want to know?”
“That doesn’t matter. I want details.” $E_name says, “Have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<<else>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, so it seems like $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go to the breakfast at the main palace.”
$E_name exhales sharply. “Typical,” $E_They mutter under $E_their breath. Then $E_They suddenly perks up, “But have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s nice.”|ch3-55-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s pretty.”|ch3-55-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>[[“She’s like an orchid.”|ch3-55-3]]<<else>><s>“She’s like an orchid.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you want to know my opinion?”|ch3-55-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why? Are you interested in her?”|ch3-55-5]]</span>“Since when did you want me to go see you?”
$E_name huffs, crossing $E_their arms. “Since I am here as your guest, guests are supposed to be welcomed.”
“You’re not here because I invited you,” you retort.
“I am still your guest,” $E_name grumbles. “How was breakfast? Tell me everything.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, even though $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“Why do you want to know?”
“That doesn’t matter. I want details.” $E_name says, “Have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<<else>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, so it seems like $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go to the breakfast at the main palace.”
$E_name exhales sharply. “Typical,” $E_They mutter under $E_their breath. Then $E_They suddenly perks up, “But have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s nice.”|ch3-55-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s pretty.”|ch3-55-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>[[“She’s like an orchid.”|ch3-55-3]]<<else>><s>“She’s like an orchid.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you want to know my opinion?”|ch3-55-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why? Are you interested in her?”|ch3-55-5]]</span>“She’s nice.”
$E_name’s face drops slightly, clearly expecting more than just a generic response. “That’s it?” $E_They presses, visibly underwhelmed by your concise assessment.
“Well, what else am I supposed to say?” you counter, feeling slightly amused by $E_name’s expectations.
“There must be something more interesting about her. She’s a princess, after all.”
You pause, considering how much to reveal. “She’s graceful, well-spoken, and seems quite adept at archery.”
“It sounds like you like her,” $E_name replies, $E_their voice laced with curiosity in $E_their eyes. $E_they leans on the table, $E_their fingers tapping lightly on $E_their cheek as $E_they studies you intently, waiting for your response.
“It’s too early to say,” you remark, wondering about the sudden interest.
“Then you should spend more time with her,” $E_they suggests, “After all, she is a guest here, and it’s only proper to show her the best hospitality.”
“I am going to as soon as she comes back,” you tell $E_name.
You watch as $E_name practically beams at your decision, eagerly rising from the chair. “That’s wonderful! I’ll leave you to get ready then.”
Your curiosity piqued, you halt $E_name before $E_they can leave. “Hold on a second. Why exactly are you so pleased about this?”
$E_name attempts to deflect, pretending nonchalance. “Oh, no reason, just thought you’d enjoy her company, that’s all.”
However, it’s clear $E_name is hiding something beneath the facade.
You gaze at $E_name inquisitively, silently prompting for an honest answer.
$E_They crumbles under the weight of your gaze, shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t want her spending time with Helios.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know you like him but this seems extreme.”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know you two aren’t in a relationship, right?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Jealous? Insecure? Both?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What did she ever do to you?”|ch3-56]]</span>“She’s pretty.”
$E_name leans back in the chair, looking somewhat dissatisfied with your brief response, “That’s it? Just ‘pretty’?” $E_They sighs dramatically.
“Well, what else am I supposed to say?” you counter, feeling slightly amused by $E_name’s expectations.
“There must be something more interesting about her. She’s a princess, after all.”
You pause, considering how much to reveal. “She’s graceful, well-spoken, and seems quite adept at archery.”
“It sounds like you like her,” $E_name replies, $E_their voice laced with curiosity in $E_their eyes. $E_they leans on the table, $E_their fingers tapping lightly on $E_their cheek as $E_they studies you intently, waiting for your response.
“It’s too early to say,” you remark, wondering about the sudden interest.
“Then you should spend more time with her,” $E_they suggests, “After all, she is a guest here, and it’s only proper to show her the best hospitality.”
“I am going to as soon as she comes back,” you tell $E_name.
You watch as $E_name practically beams at your decision, eagerly rising from the chair. “That’s wonderful! I’ll leave you to get ready then.”
Your curiosity piqued, you halt $E_name before $E_they can leave. “Hold on a second. Why exactly are you so pleased about this?”
$E_name attempts to deflect, pretending nonchalance. “Oh, no reason, just thought you’d enjoy her company, that’s all.”
However, it’s clear $E_name is hiding something beneath the facade.
You gaze at $E_name inquisitively, silently prompting for an honest answer.
$E_They crumbles under the weight of your gaze, shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t want her spending time with Helios.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know you like him but this seems extreme.”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know you two aren’t in a relationship, right?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Jealous? Insecure? Both?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What did she ever do to you?”|ch3-56]]</span>“She’s like an orchid.”
$E_name blinks, surprised by your choice of words. “An orchid?” $E_they echoes, clearly intrigued by your response.
An orchid, delicate yet resilient, a symbol of beauty and grace.
The way the princess carries herself, with an air of elegance and poise, reminds you of the enchanting blossoms that bloom in the depths of the forest.
There is an ethereal quality to her, a mystique that draws people in.
You nod, “Yes.” Deciding not to clarify more.
“It sounds like you like her,” $E_name replies, $E_their voice laced with curiosity in $E_their eyes. $E_they leans on the table, $E_their fingers tapping lightly on $E_their cheek as $E_they studies you intently, waiting for your response.
“It’s too early to say,” you remark, wondering about the sudden interest.
“Then you should spend more time with her,” $E_they suggests, “After all, she is a guest here, and it’s only proper to show her the best hospitality.”
“I am going to as soon as she comes back,” you tell $E_name.
You watch as $E_name practically beams at your decision, eagerly rising from the chair. “That’s wonderful! I’ll leave you to get ready then.”
Your curiosity piqued, you halt $E_name before $E_they can leave. “Hold on a second. Why exactly are you so pleased about this?”
$E_name attempts to deflect, pretending nonchalance. “Oh, no reason, just thought you’d enjoy her company, that’s all.”
However, it’s clear $E_name is hiding something beneath the facade.
You gaze at $E_name inquisitively, silently prompting for an honest answer.
$E_They crumbles under the weight of your gaze, shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t want her spending time with Helios.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know you like him but this seems extreme.”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know you two aren’t in a relationship, right?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Jealous? Insecure? Both?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What did she ever do to you?”|ch3-56]]</span>“Why do you want to know my opinion?”
$E_name shrugs, “I’m curious.”
You contemplate $E_name’s genuine curiosity, slightly surprised by the interest $E_name is showing in your impression of Soarine. “She seems polite and friendly,” you offer, choosing your words carefully.
$E_name’s features scrunch up slightly. “Polite? She’s royalty; she’s supposed to be.”
There is a brief pause as $E_name considers your response. “There must be something more interesting about her. She’s a princess, after all.”
You pause, considering how much to reveal. “She’s graceful, well-spoken, and seems quite adept at archery.”
“It sounds like you like her,” $E_name replies, $E_their voice laced with curiosity in $E_their eyes. $E_they leans on the table, $E_their fingers tapping lightly on $E_their cheek as $E_they studies you intently, waiting for your response.
“It’s too early to say,” you remark, wondering about the sudden interest.
“Then you should spend more time with her,” $E_they suggests, “After all, she is a guest here, and it’s only proper to show her the best hospitality.”
“I am going to as soon as she comes back,” you tell $E_name.
You watch as $E_name practically beams at your decision, eagerly rising from the chair. “That’s wonderful! I’ll leave you to get ready then.”
Your curiosity piqued, you halt $E_name before $E_they can leave. “Hold on a second. Why exactly are you so pleased about this?”
$E_name attempts to deflect, pretending nonchalance. “Oh, no reason, just thought you’d enjoy her company, that’s all.”
However, it’s clear $E_name is hiding something beneath the facade.
You gaze at $E_name inquisitively, silently prompting for an honest answer.
$E_They crumbles under the weight of your gaze, shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t want her spending time with Helios.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know you like him but this seems extreme.”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know you two aren’t in a relationship, right?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Jealous? Insecure? Both?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What did she ever do to you?”|ch3-56]]</span>“Why? Are you interested in her?”
$E_name’s cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink, it seems like $E_they gets flustered quite easily. “N-no, I was just curious! She’s the princess, after all. It’s natural to wonder about her.”
$E_name clears $E_their throat, “I am only interested in one person.” $E_They clarifies, and it is obvious to you $E_they is speaking of Helios. “Tell me more.”
You pause, considering how much to reveal. “She’s graceful, well-spoken, and seems quite adept at archery.”
“It sounds like you like her,” $E_name replies, $E_their voice laced with curiosity in $E_their eyes. $E_they leans on the table, $E_their fingers tapping lightly on $E_their cheek as $E_they studies you intently, waiting for your response.
“It’s too early to say,” you remark, wondering about the sudden interest.
“Then you should spend more time with her,” $E_they suggests, “After all, she is a guest here, and it’s only proper to show her the best hospitality.”
“I am going to as soon as she comes back,” you tell $E_name.
You watch as $E_name practically beams at your decision, eagerly rising from the chair. “That’s wonderful! I’ll leave you to get ready then.”
Your curiosity piqued, you halt $E_name before $E_they can leave. “Hold on a second. Why exactly are you so pleased about this?”
$E_name attempts to deflect, pretending nonchalance. “Oh, no reason, just thought you’d enjoy her company, that’s all.”
However, it’s clear $E_name is hiding something beneath the facade.
You gaze at $E_name inquisitively, silently prompting for an honest answer.
$E_They crumbles under the weight of your gaze, shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t want her spending time with Helios.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know you like him but this seems extreme.”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know you two aren’t in a relationship, right?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Jealous? Insecure? Both?”|ch3-56]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What did she ever do to you?”|ch3-56]]</span>$E_name shifts uneasily, fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth. “I just feel like… well, she’s a princess, and Helios is a prince. They’re royalty, and I’m just the youngest child of a duke. It feels like I don’t fit in that equation.”
It’s a startling revelation, seeing $E_name, who seemingly has everything at their fingertips, express such insecurities.
The youngest offspring of Duke Falk, their family holds considerable power and wealth within the kingdom, and $E_name, with $E_their looks and status, has always seemed self-assured.
Then, $E_name smiles, “I hope you have an enjoyable time, Your Majesty,” $E_name says, an unusual formality creeping into $E_their tone.
It’s the first time $E_name addresses you with such respect.
With a final glance, $E_name strides towards the door, “Just between us,” $E_name continues, “Keep what I said to yourself. Nobody would believe you regardless.”
As $E_name exits, you observe $E_them bowing deferentially to someone outside the door before departing. Shortly after, Soarine enters the room, a gentle smile adorning her lips.
“I’m here,” Soarine announces with an apologetic tone. “I apologize for keeping you waiting; things took longer than anticipated.”
You acknowledge her with a nod. “What held you up?”
“I had to talk to my father, and then…” Soarine hesitates for a fleeting moment, gauging her words.
“What happened?”
Soarine hesitates before revealing, “Well, don’t tell anyone but after the war, I was targeted by a mage. My Shield killed him to protect me, so I couldn’t get any answers. I’m seeking to find out if someone sent the assailant or if it was a random occurrence.”
Then she shows you an envelope that was in her hands, “I found a letter in a different language on the assailant so I sought Lady Naima’s help to translate it as she has more knowledge in matters related to magic.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s awful.”|ch3-56a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What did Lady Naima say?”|ch3-56b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-49b-3a")>>==“So that is why you were asking those things at breakfast.”==<<else>>[[“So that is why you were asking those things at breakfast.”|ch3-56c]]<</if>></span>“That’s awful.”
Soarine offers a reassuring smile. “I’m safe and unharmed. Lady Naima asked me to check the main palace’s library; there might be a book that can help translate the letter. Would you like to accompany me?”
As you recall your earlier commitment to spend time with Soarine, agreeing to accompany her to the library feels like a natural extension of that promise.
“I will,” you stand up from your seat.
Together, you both stride through the palace, your steps echoing softly against the polished marble floor.
Soarine follows your lead, her gaze wandering over the palace’s architecture. Despite her status, she seems genuinely impressed by the grandeur of the palace.
Finally arriving at the library, you notice its imposing doors embellished with detailed carvings. Pushing them open, you usher Soarine inside the expansive room filled with shelves of ancient books and scrolls.
Sunlight streams in through the stained glass windows, casting a spectrum of colors across the floor.
Soarine moves closer to one of the shelves, gently running her fingers along the spines of the books.
The librarian, seated at the desk, seems engrossed in a book, their features obscured by the book’s cover. A framed red butterfly rests prominently on the desk, a peculiar decoration amidst the scholarly atmosphere, next to a plate that says their name: Charlotta Weaver.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Uh… excuse me?”|ch3-57][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clear your throat loudly.|ch3-57][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“What did Lady Naima say?”
“She asked me to check the main palace’s library; there might be a book that can help translate the letter. Would you like to accompany me?”
As you recall your earlier commitment to spend time with Soarine, agreeing to accompany her to the library feels like a natural extension of that promise.
“I will,” you stand up from your seat.
Together, you both stride through the palace, your steps echoing softly against the polished marble floor.
Soarine follows your lead, her gaze wandering over the palace’s architecture. Despite her status, she seems genuinely impressed by the grandeur of the palace.
Finally arriving at the library, you notice its imposing doors embellished with detailed carvings. Pushing them open, you usher Soarine inside the expansive room filled with shelves of ancient books and scrolls.
Sunlight streams in through the stained glass windows, casting a spectrum of colors across the floor.
Soarine moves closer to one of the shelves, gently running her fingers along the spines of the books.
The librarian, seated at the desk, seems engrossed in a book, their features obscured by the book’s cover. A framed red butterfly rests prominently on the desk, a peculiar decoration amidst the scholarly atmosphere, next to a plate that says their name: Charlotta Weaver.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Uh… excuse me?”|ch3-57][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clear your throat loudly.|ch3-57][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“So that is why you were asking those things at breakfast.”
“I wanted to dig deeper into this. If that mage was affiliated with the Order, it might offer clues as to why he attacked me,” Soarine explains further. “Also, Lady Naima asked me to check the main palace’s library; there might be a book that can help translate the letter. Would you like to accompany me?”
As you recall your earlier commitment to spend time with Soarine, agreeing to accompany her to the library feels like a natural extension of that promise.
“I will,” you stand up from your seat.
Together, you both stride through the palace, your steps echoing softly against the polished marble floor.
Soarine follows your lead, her gaze wandering over the palace’s architecture. Despite her status, she seems genuinely impressed by the grandeur of the palace.
Finally arriving at the library, you notice its imposing doors embellished with detailed carvings. Pushing them open, you usher Soarine inside the expansive room filled with shelves of ancient books and scrolls.
Sunlight streams in through the stained glass windows, casting a spectrum of colors across the floor.
Soarine moves closer to one of the shelves, gently running her fingers along the spines of the books.
The librarian, seated at the desk, seems engrossed in a book, their features obscured by the book’s cover. A framed red butterfly rests prominently on the desk, a peculiar decoration amidst the scholarly atmosphere, next to a plate that says their name: Charlotta Weaver.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Uh… excuse me?”|ch3-57][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clear your throat loudly.|ch3-57][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>As you address the librarian, the figure behind the desk slowly lowers the book. Her slender fingers delicately grasp the long pipe between her lips, emitting a cloud of fragrant smoke that slowly dissipates in the air.
With an air of nonchalant indifference, Charlotta peers over the rim of her glasses at you, the shadows cast by the shelves adding a certain mystique to her intense gaze.
“Can I help you?” she utters in a tone that conveys a hint of impatience, her expression tinged with perpetual annoyance.
Soarine approaches the desk, “We’re looking for a particular book that might help us translate a letter,” she explains, her voice polite and inquisitive.
Charlotta eyes the two of you, her demeanor softening ever so slightly as she scans the both of you, her gaze lingering on you. “Depends on the book, depends on the language,” she retorts, her voice gruff yet tinged with curiosity as she stubs out her pipe.
“It’s for Lady Naima,” you add, attempting to provide more context. “So a book to translate the language of Arcana to ours would be helpful.”
Charlotta takes a moment to ponder, her gaze trailing off before she gestures toward the shelves, “Follow me.”
Charlotta strides through the aisles, her long, curly dark auburn hair swaying with each step.
Eventually, Charlotta halts at a section brimming with an abundance of books, their spines adorned with varying shades of wear and tear. The topic appears to center around arcana, evident from the titles and symbols adorning the covers.
“Should be around here,” Charlotta mutters under her breath, her pale fingers tracing along the spines as she reads each title meticulously.
Soarine leans in, peering at the books with keen interest. “Would it be under a specific title?” she inquires, her eyes flitting from one book to another.
“Should be,” Charlotta replies curtly, her finger stopping at a particular title with an old, weathered spine.
“This might be what you’re looking for,” she states, retrieving the aged book. “Mind the pages, they are as delicate as they come.”
The book emits a faint musty scent as Charlotta hands it over to you.
You accept it, your eyes scanning the weathered cover.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Thank her.|ch3-57a][$servant_rs to Math.clamp($servant_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[She was doing her job, why would you thank her?|ch3-57b][$servant_rs to Math.clamp($servant_rs - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>“Thank you,” you say.
Charlotta simply grunts in acknowledgment before retreating back to her desk, already immersing herself in another book as if you both are merely ghosts drifting through her domain.
Soarine gestures toward the sturdy wooden tables nestled between the bookshelves, beckoning you to take a seat. You both settle into the chairs, facing each other, a space suddenly transformed into an impromptu workspace.
As you carefully open the aged book, Soarine delicately unfolds the letter in her hands, its contents inscribed in a language that bore little resemblance to any modern script.
“The sentence has fifteen letters,” Soarine states.
You scrutinize the arcane symbols on the aged pages of the book, searching for patterns or familiar glyphs that could hint at a possible translation.
“Let’s start with vowels,” she suggests.
“Alright, is there an ‘A’?” you inquire.
“Yes!” Soarine’s eyes light up as she writes down two As.
_ _ _ _ a _ _ _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“How about this,” Soarine proposes, a hint of playfulness in her voice, “For each letter we guess right, we get to ask each other a question. It might make this more enjoyable and offer a chance to learn about each other.”
A part of you did agree to spending time with her to learn of the memories she has of the past so you agree.
Soarine grins at you, “Since you got a letter right, you can ask me a question first.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is your favorite color?”|ch3-58a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you have any pets?”|ch3-58b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How many times have you visited Vesphire?”|ch3-58c]]</span>Charlotta doesn’t seem to care for your lack of gratitude, she retreats back to her desk, already immersing herself in another book as if you both are merely ghosts drifting through her domain.
Soarine gestures toward the sturdy wooden tables nestled between the bookshelves, beckoning you to take a seat. You both settle into the chairs, facing each other, a space suddenly transformed into an impromptu workspace.
As you carefully open the aged book, Soarine delicately unfolds the letter in her hands, its contents inscribed in a language that bore little resemblance to any modern script.
“The sentence has fifteen letters,” Soarine states.
You scrutinize the arcane symbols on the aged pages of the book, searching for patterns or familiar glyphs that could hint at a possible translation.
“Let’s start with vowels,” she suggests.
“Alright, is there an ‘A’?” you inquire.
“Yes!” Soarine’s eyes light up as she writes down two As.
_ _ _ _ a _ _ _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“How about this,” Soarine proposes, a hint of playfulness in her voice, “For each letter we guess right, we get to ask each other a question. It might make this more enjoyable and offer a chance to learn about each other.”
A part of you did agree to spending time with her to learn of the memories she has of the past so you agree.
Soarine grins at you, “Since you got a letter right, you can ask me a question first.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is your favorite color?”|ch3-58a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you have any pets?”|ch3-58b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How many times have you visited Vesphire?”|ch3-58c]]</span>“What is your favorite color?”
Soarine chuckles softly, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. “It would be rather comical if I said green, wouldn’t it? But I’ll have to settle on white.”
You take a moment to observe her attire, noting the delicate fusion of verdant greens and pristine whites adorning her ensemble.
“White is nice,” she continues, “and it goes well with anything. I aspire to be just like it—versatile and adaptable.”
With renewed focus on deciphering the letter, Soarine takes the initiative. “Since you guessed last time, it’s my turn,” she declares, gazing up at the ceiling in contemplation. “E?”
You look down at the letter and see that there are Es in the sentence.
_ _ e _ a _ e _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“You got two with that guess,” you point out.
She follows your gaze to the letter, her expression brightening. “Nicely done! The first word must be ‘the’,” she observes, marking the known letters.
T h e _ a _ e _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“That gets us another one as well,” you add.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ _ _
“I’ve got a good portion of that sentence figured out, but instead of many questions, I’ll just ask one question,” she smirks, a glint of something dancing in her eyes.
She ponders for a moment, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the edge of the table. But when she looks at you again, it seems she has made up her mind.
“Do you believe your sister did poison the late consort?” she asks, the question hanging in the air, a palpable tension settling between you.
It’s a question that pierces through the casual atmosphere, a thousand thoughts and memories flash through your mind like fragments of a shattered mirror.
Such a heavy question, unexpected in the midst of deciphering a letter, tugs at the threads of your composure. You and Soarine are still relative strangers, only recently acquainted, and yet, she is trying to breach the surface.
In this world, appearances are deceptive, and trust is a delicate thread easily frayed.
A storm of conflicting emotions brews within you—caution, curiosity, and a lingering uncertainty about the motives behind Soarine’s question.<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>
Fadiya’s earlier words echo in your mind. You find yourself contemplating whether her assessment of Soarine holds any truth after all.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You believe your sister did it.|ch3-59a][$catpoison to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You believe someone else must have done it.|ch3-59b][$catpoison to "false"]]</span>“Do you have any pets?”
Soarine’s smile widens at the question, her eyes brightening. “Oh, I have a little snake,” she responds cheerfully. “She’s in my room, it takes a bit for her to get used to new environments. She’s quite sensitive and prefers the familiarity of home.”
The revelation catches you off guard, a snake isn’t a typical choice for a pet.
“A snake? What’s her name?”
Soarine chuckles softly. “I call her Star, she has a little mark on her forehead that’s the shape of one. I can introduce her to you later.”
With renewed focus on deciphering the letter, Soarine takes the initiative. “Since you guessed last time, it’s my turn,” she declares, gazing up at the ceiling in contemplation. “E?”
You look down at the letter and see that there are Es in the sentence.
_ _ e _ a _ e _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“You got two with that guess,” you point out.
She follows your gaze to the letter, her expression brightening. “Nicely done! The first word must be ‘the’,” she observes, marking the known letters.
T h e _ a _ e _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“That gets us another one as well,” you add.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ _ _
“I’ve got a good portion of that sentence figured out, but instead of many questions, I’ll just ask one question,” she smirks, a glint of something dancing in her eyes.
She ponders for a moment, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the edge of the table. But when she looks at you again, it seems she has made up her mind.
“Do you believe your sister did poison the late consort?” she asks, the question hanging in the air, a palpable tension settling between you.
It’s a question that pierces through the casual atmosphere, a thousand thoughts and memories flash through your mind like fragments of a shattered mirror.
Such a heavy question, unexpected in the midst of deciphering a letter, tugs at the threads of your composure. You and Soarine are still relative strangers, only recently acquainted, and yet, she is trying to breach the surface.
In this world, appearances are deceptive, and trust is a delicate thread easily frayed.
A storm of conflicting emotions brews within you—caution, curiosity, and a lingering uncertainty about the motives behind Soarine’s question.<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>
Fadiya’s earlier words echo in your mind. You find yourself contemplating whether her assessment of Soarine holds any truth after all.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You believe your sister did it.|ch3-59a][$catpoison to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You believe someone else must have done it.|ch3-59b][$catpoison to "false"]]</span>“How many times have you visited Vesphire?”
Soarine considers for a moment, her expression reminiscent. “Not too many,” she replies, “I recall visiting when we were younger since my father was good friends with yours. But after the war, there wasn’t any reason for my father to visit, so we didn’t.”
You don’t remember your childhood before the war very well; time has blurred the edges of your recollections, creating a hazy veil over those years.
However, snippets remain etched in your mind: fleeting moments with your family, the echoes of laughter, the comfort of having your twin by your side, and, of course, the haunting image of the night of the fire.
“That time seems so distant now,” you murmur.
Soarine nods in understanding, “Indeed, it does.”
With renewed focus on deciphering the letter, Soarine takes the initiative. “Since you guessed last time, it’s my turn,” she declares, gazing up at the ceiling in contemplation. “E?”
You look down at the letter and see that there are Es in the sentence.
_ _ e _ a _ e _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“You got two with that guess,” you point out.
She follows your gaze to the letter, her expression brightening. “Nicely done! The first word must be ‘the’,” she observes, marking the known letters.
T h e _ a _ e _ _ a _ _ _ _ _
“That gets us another one as well,” you add.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ _ _
“I’ve got a good portion of that sentence figured out, but instead of many questions, I’ll just ask one question,” she smirks, a glint of something dancing in her eyes.
She ponders for a moment, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the edge of the table. But when she looks at you again, it seems she has made up her mind.
“Do you believe your sister did poison the late consort?” she asks, the question hanging in the air, a palpable tension settling between you.
It’s a question that pierces through the casual atmosphere, a thousand thoughts and memories flash through your mind like fragments of a shattered mirror.
Such a heavy question, unexpected in the midst of deciphering a letter, tugs at the threads of your composure. You and Soarine are still relative strangers, only recently acquainted, and yet, she is trying to breach the surface.
In this world, appearances are deceptive, and trust is a delicate thread easily frayed.
A storm of conflicting emotions brews within you—caution, curiosity, and a lingering uncertainty about the motives behind Soarine’s question.<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>
Fadiya’s earlier words echo in your mind. You find yourself contemplating whether her assessment of Soarine holds any truth after all.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You believe your sister did it.|ch3-59a][$catpoison to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You believe someone else must have done it.|ch3-59b][$catpoison to "false"]]</span>You believe your sister did it.
The weight of that conviction hangs heavy on your shoulders, a burden carried in silence.
It’s a belief that wraps around you like a shroud, isolating you in its chilling embrace.
When you were a child, you vehemently denied such accusations, but time has steered your conviction in a different direction.
It was a bitter realization, the acceptance that your family paid with their lives for a crime you still struggle to comprehend fully.
The journey to the truth is an elusive one, but you are determined to find it.
As you contemplate a response, Soarine, perhaps sensing your thoughts, takes the initiative to break the silence.
“I apologize, we have just met, and I overstepped. I am not sure what I was thinking.” Her head bows slightly, acknowledging a momentary lapse in judgment.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t think you were thinking at all.”|ch3-60a]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wonder if the princess is thoughtless or simply brainless.”|ch3-60b][$Soarine_rs to Math.clamp($Soarine_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”|ch3-60c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright.”|ch3-60d]]</span>Despite the overwhelming consensus, you’ve clung to the belief that she did not orchestrate the poisoning of the late consort.
The evidence seemed circumstantial, the accusations fueled by a need for retribution rather than the truth.
The journey to the truth is an elusive one, but you are determined to find it.
As you contemplate a response, Soarine, perhaps sensing your thoughts, takes the initiative to break the silence.
“I apologize, we have just met, and I overstepped. I am not sure what I was thinking.” Her head bows slightly, acknowledging a momentary lapse in judgment.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t think you were thinking at all.”|ch3-60a]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I wonder if the princess is thoughtless or simply brainless.”|ch3-60b][$Soarine_rs to Math.clamp($Soarine_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”|ch3-60c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright.”|ch3-60d]]</span>“I don’t think you were thinking at all.”
Catching the edge in your response, Soarine lifts her gaze.
“I can’t help but be curious about the dynamics here,” Soarine admits, her tone softer now, the edge of her initial question mellowed. “It’s a world quite different from Norazaan. You must have had your share of challenges as well, navigating this world.”
“I have,” you admit. “It isn’t relevant right now, how about we go back to deciphering the letter?”
Soarine nods without complaint.
“How about ‘I’?” you suggest.
“You got one,” Soarine responds, her finger tracing the revealed letter on the paper.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ i _
“Ask away.” She says.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When is your birthday?”|ch3-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you could have any magical abilities, what would you like to have?”|ch3-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you remember my twin?”|ch3-61c]]</span>“I wonder if the princess is thoughtless or simply brainless.”
The verbal jab, a calculated choice, floats in the air, challenging Soarine’s grace with a sharp undercurrent.
Soarine lifts her gaze, a flicker of surprise passing through them.
“I didn’t mean to overstep,” she responds, her voice maintaining a composed tone despite your tone.
“I can’t help but be curious about the dynamics here,” Soarine admits, her tone softer now, the edge of her initial question mellowed. “It’s a world quite different from Norazaan. You must have had your share of challenges as well, navigating this world.”
“What I have gone through isn’t relevant to the letter, is it? How about we go back to deciphering the letter?”
Soarine nods without complaint.
“How about ‘I’?” you suggest.
“You got one,” Soarine responds, her finger tracing the revealed letter on the paper.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ i _
“Ask away.” She says.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When is your birthday?”|ch3-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you could have any magical abilities, what would you like to have?”|ch3-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you remember my twin?”|ch3-61c]]</span>“Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”
Your response, a reassurance that gently blankets the unease, serves as a bridge across the momentary lapse in the conversation.
As the atmosphere regains some composure, Soarine lifts her gaze, her eyes searching yours.
“I can’t help but be curious about the dynamics here,” Soarine admits, her tone softer now, the edge of her initial question mellowed. “It’s a world quite different from Norazaan. You must have had your share of challenges as well, navigating this world.”
“I have,” you admit, “more than necessary. If we delved into it then it would take far too long. How about we go back to deciphering the letter?”
Soarine nods without complaint.
“How about ‘I’?” you suggest.
“You got one,” Soarine responds, her finger tracing the revealed letter on the paper.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ i _
“Ask away.” She says.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When is your birthday?”|ch3-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you could have any magical abilities, what would you like to have?”|ch3-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you remember my twin?”|ch3-61c]]</span>“Alright.”
Soarine lifts her gaze, a flicker of surprise passing through them.
“I didn’t mean to overstep,” she responds, her voice maintaining a composed tone despite your tone.
“I can’t help but be curious about the dynamics here,” Soarine admits, her tone softer now, the edge of her initial question mellowed. “It’s a world quite different from Norazaan. You must have had your share of challenges as well, navigating this world.”
You nod then you look back down at the letter, “How about we go back to deciphering the letter?”
Soarine nods without complaint.
“How about ‘I’?” you suggest.
“You got one,” Soarine responds, her finger tracing the revealed letter on the paper.
T h e _ a _ e _ h a _ _ _ i _
“Ask away.” She says.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When is your birthday?”|ch3-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you could have any magical abilities, what would you like to have?”|ch3-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you remember my twin?”|ch3-61c]]</span>“When is your birthday?”
“Twenty-first of Bloom, the first month of spring.” She says, “My father always tells me I am like spring.”
Soarine peeks at the paper, her eyes lingering on the letters forming the mysterious sentence. “There doesn’t seem to be any other vowel,” she observes, leaning back slightly as she ponders her next guess. “I will go with ‘S’, for Soarine.”
T h e _ a _ e s h a _ _ _ i _
“You got one,” you confirm.
The cryptic sentence slowly takes shape, yet its meaning remains veiled.
It is once again your turn.
You find yourself scanning the room, searching for some inspiration. Your eyes settle on a portrait hanging on the far wall, one of Luceris, grand and imposing, his figure depicted in exquisite detail.
“L?”
“You got two.” Soarine announces.
T h e _ a _ e s h a l l _ i _
“Ask me your question.” She says.
You take a moment to contemplate what to ask.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who would you trust to help bury a body?”|ch3-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is something you don’t like but others enjoy?”|ch3-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you ever meet Catalina?”|ch3-62c]]</span>“If you could have any magical abilities, what would you like to have?”
“Oh,” she hums, “this is likely impossible but it would be fascinating to be able to read other peoples minds.”
“It could exist within someone,” you say, “Fadiya can understand what animals and plants think and feel so it could be possible.”
“It’s a shame it isn’t me,” she says with a light laugh.
Soarine peeks at the paper, her eyes lingering on the letters forming the mysterious sentence. “There doesn’t seem to be any other vowel,” she observes, leaning back slightly as she ponders her next guess. “I will go with ‘S’, for Soarine.”
T h e _ a _ e s h a _ _ _ i _
“You got one,” you confirm.
The cryptic sentence slowly takes shape, yet its meaning remains veiled.
It is once again your turn.
You find yourself scanning the room, searching for some inspiration. Your eyes settle on a portrait hanging on the far wall, one of Luceris, grand and imposing, his figure depicted in exquisite detail.
“L?”
“You got two.” Soarine announces.
T h e _ a _ e s h a l l _ i _
“Ask me your question.” She says.
You take a moment to contemplate what to ask.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who would you trust to help bury a body?”|ch3-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is something you don’t like but others enjoy?”|ch3-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you ever meet Catalina?”|ch3-62c]]</span>“Do you remember my twin?”
She nods, “I do,” she continues, “Not too well, but I do.”
For some reason, the fact someone other than you remembers him makes you feel good.
For years it has felt like only you remember that he was a person, that he existed, that he wasn’t just a name.
Soarine peeks at the paper, her eyes lingering on the letters forming the mysterious sentence. “There doesn’t seem to be any other vowel,” she observes, leaning back slightly as she ponders her next guess. “I will go with ‘S’, for Soarine.”
T h e _ a _ e s h a _ _ _ i _
“You got one,” you confirm.
The cryptic sentence slowly takes shape, yet its meaning remains veiled.
It is once again your turn.
You find yourself scanning the room, searching for some inspiration. Your eyes settle on a portrait hanging on the far wall, one of Luceris, grand and imposing, his figure depicted in exquisite detail.
“L?”
“You got two.” Soarine announces.
T h e _ a _ e s h a l l _ i _
“Ask me your question.” She says.
You take a moment to contemplate what to ask.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who would you trust to help bury a body?”|ch3-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is something you don’t like but others enjoy?”|ch3-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you ever meet Catalina?”|ch3-62c]]</span>“Who would you trust to help bury a body?”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing in her eyes. She takes a moment to consider before responding, “Most likely my previous Shield, it is a pity I don’t have him here.”
Soarine’s swift and serious response catches you off guard, leaving a moment of surprise lingering between you.
“Let’s hope it never gets to that point.”
Soarine meets your gaze, “We can only hope.”
Lowering her gaze to the paper, Soarine contemplates the sentence before lifting her eyes to meet yours, a glint of excitement twinkling in them.
She then breaks the silence, a slight smile curving on her lips, “I believe I have an idea of what this says.”
Her pen glides smoothly over the paper, etching out each letter with a deliberate stroke.
Finally, she rotates the paper, allowing you to view the newly penned phrase:
//T h e g a z e s h a l l d i m//
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What does that even mean?”|ch3-63a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How did you figure that out?”|ch3-63b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Interesting.”|ch3-63c]]</span>“What is something you don’t like but others enjoy?”
Soarine considers your question, her features scrunching in contemplation. “I’m not sure,” she starts, her voice thoughtful. “I don’t have many things I dislike.”
She pauses, lightly tapping her chin with a finger as she ruminates further. “I suppose red meat. I’m not particularly a fan. Whenever I eat it, it feels like too much, too heavy for my taste,” she reveals with a mild shrug.
Lowering her gaze to the paper, Soarine contemplates the sentence before lifting her eyes to meet yours, a glint of excitement twinkling in them.
She then breaks the silence, a slight smile curving on her lips, “I believe I have an idea of what this says.”
Her pen glides smoothly over the paper, etching out each letter with a deliberate stroke.
Finally, she rotates the paper, allowing you to view the newly penned phrase:
//T h e g a z e s h a l l d i m//
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What does that even mean?”|ch3-63a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How did you figure that out?”|ch3-63b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Interesting.”|ch3-63c]]</span>“Did you ever meet Catalina?”
Soarine appears surprised at the mention of your sister, “Your sister?” She asks for confirmation.
You nod in response.
“I don’t remember, I apologize,” she expresses regretfully. “The only people I remember are you, your twin brother, and your mother.”
Trying to console you, she offers, “If you want to ask about the rest of your family, you should speak to my father.”
Lowering her gaze to the paper, Soarine contemplates the sentence before lifting her eyes to meet yours, a glint of excitement twinkling in them.
She then breaks the silence, a slight smile curving on her lips, “I believe I have an idea of what this says.”
Her pen glides smoothly over the paper, etching out each letter with a deliberate stroke.
Finally, she rotates the paper, allowing you to view the newly penned phrase:
//T h e g a z e s h a l l d i m//
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What does that even mean?”|ch3-63a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How did you figure that out?”|ch3-63b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Interesting.”|ch3-63c]]</span>She reads the sentence aloud, her voice echoing in the hushed surroundings of the library. “I’m not certain but it’s intriguing yet somewhat ominous, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is saying I shall close my eyes? As in I shall die?” Soarine ponders aloud, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “I must say, I didn’t know someone wanted me gone this badly.”
Her words carry a touch of jest, though the underlying hint of uncertainty is undeniable. The notion of potential danger doesn’t seem to unsettle her but rather piques her interest in solving the mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It might mean something else.”|ch3-64a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had someone like that I would be flattered.”|ch3-64b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The person is dead so you don’t have to worry.”|ch3-64c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is making me nervous…”|ch3-64d]]</span>She chuckles softly, “I have always enjoyed solving puzzles,” she admits, her gaze flitting back to the paper before meeting yours again. “And this was a clever little word game.”
“I suppose it is saying I shall close my eyes? As in I shall die?” Soarine ponders aloud, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “I must say, I didn’t know someone wanted me gone this badly.”
Her words carry a touch of jest, though the underlying hint of uncertainty is undeniable. The notion of potential danger doesn’t seem to unsettle her but rather piques her interest in solving the mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It might mean something else.”|ch3-64a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had someone like that I would be flattered.”|ch3-64b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The person is dead so you don’t have to worry.”|ch3-64c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is making me nervous…”|ch3-64d]]</span>She chuckles softly, “It is interesting, yet somehow ominous, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is saying I shall close my eyes? As in I shall die?” Soarine ponders aloud, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “I must say, I didn’t know someone wanted me gone this badly.”
Her words carry a touch of jest, though the underlying hint of uncertainty is undeniable. The notion of potential danger doesn’t seem to unsettle her but rather piques her interest in solving the mystery.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It might mean something else.”|ch3-64a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If I had someone like that I would be flattered.”|ch3-64b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The person is dead so you don’t have to worry.”|ch3-64c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is making me nervous…”|ch3-64d]]</span>“It might mean something else.”
“It might,” she concedes, though her thoughtful expression doesn't waver. “But it’s hard to overlook the possibility of a direct threat, especially considering the circumstances.”
She turns her attention back to the note, her fingers tracing the letters thoughtfully. “The only thing I can ascertain is that this person wished for something to happen to me,” she muses. “I need to inform my father about this, but first I should speak to Lady Naima.”
There is a flicker of worry in her eyes as she turns towards you, her gaze filled with apology. “I apologize for today, I asked you to spend time with me but you got roped into solving this, and now I have to go and deal with this… I didn’t manage to tell you a lot about the past either.”
Her expression shifts, resembling that of a sad fox you once saw in a beautifully illustrated book. The way her brows furrow and her lips turn downwards, she looks truly disheartened to be leaving you alone.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past so you feel disappointed you didn’t get to hear more.|ch3-65]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past but also to get to know her so you feel disappointed.|ch3-65][$Soarine_rs to Math.clamp($Soarine_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t reciprocate the disappointment she is feeling, you didn’t care much about this day.|ch3-65]]</span>“If I had someone like that I would be flattered.”
Your words earn a lighthearted laugh from her, “That is one way to look at it,” she replies, her tone still laced with amusement. “I suppose I’ll take it as an attempt at a poetic farewell.”
She turns her attention back to the note, her fingers tracing the letters thoughtfully. “The only thing I can ascertain is that this person wished for something to happen to me,” she muses. “I need to inform my father about this, but first I should speak to Lady Naima.”
There is a flicker of worry in her eyes as she turns towards you, her gaze filled with apology. “I apologize for today, I asked you to spend time with me but you got roped into solving this, and now I have to go and deal with this… I didn’t manage to tell you a lot about the past either.”
Her expression shifts, resembling that of a sad fox you once saw in a beautifully illustrated book. The way her brows furrow and her lips turn downwards, she looks truly disheartened to be leaving you alone.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past so you feel disappointed you didn’t get to hear more.|ch3-65]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past but also to get to know her so you feel disappointed.|ch3-65][$Soarine_rs to Math.clamp($Soarine_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t reciprocate the disappointment she is feeling, you didn’t care much about this day.|ch3-65]]</span>“The person is dead so you don’t have to worry.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she responds, her voice steady despite the lingering unease. “But it would be wise to find out the truth behind this.”
She turns her attention back to the note, her fingers tracing the letters thoughtfully. “The only thing I can ascertain is that this person wished for something to happen to me,” she muses. “I need to inform my father about this, but first I should speak to Lady Naima.”
There is a flicker of worry in her eyes as she turns towards you, her gaze filled with apology. “I apologize for today, I asked you to spend time with me but you got roped into solving this, and now I have to go and deal with this… I didn’t manage to tell you a lot about the past either.”
Her expression shifts, resembling that of a sad fox you once saw in a beautifully illustrated book. The way her brows furrow and her lips turn downwards, she looks truly disheartened to be leaving you alone.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past so you feel disappointed you didn’t get to hear more.|ch3-65]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past but also to get to know her so you feel disappointed.|ch3-65][$Soarine_rs to Math.clamp($Soarine_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t reciprocate the disappointment she is feeling, you didn’t care much about this day.|ch3-65]]</span>“This is making me nervous…”
“It’s alright,” Soarine assures you, offering a reassuring smile. “It could just be an old phrase or perhaps a warning intended to scare rather than harm.”
Her voice maintains a hint of lightheartedness, aimed at alleviating your growing unease.
She turns her attention back to the note, her fingers tracing the letters thoughtfully. “The only thing I can ascertain is that this person wished for something to happen to me,” she muses. “I need to inform my father about this, but first I should speak to Lady Naima.”
There is a flicker of worry in her eyes as she turns towards you, her gaze filled with apology. “I apologize for today, I asked you to spend time with me but you got roped into solving this, and now I have to go and deal with this… I didn’t manage to tell you a lot about the past either.”
Her expression shifts, resembling that of a sad fox you once saw in a beautifully illustrated book. The way her brows furrow and her lips turn downwards, she looks truly disheartened to be leaving you alone.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past so you feel disappointed you didn’t get to hear more.|ch3-65]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decided to spend the day with her to hear the past but also to get to know her so you feel disappointed.|ch3-65][$Soarine_rs to Math.clamp($Soarine_rs + 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t reciprocate the disappointment she is feeling, you didn’t care much about this day.|ch3-65]]</span>Soarine sighs, “At least we will get to see each other more often since I will be staying here for a few months.”
The unexpected revelation of her extended stay in the palace catches you off guard.
You didn’t know she would be staying.
“You’ll be staying?” You inquire, a tinge of curiosity coloring your words, hoping to glean some insight into her sudden decision.
“Yes, for a while,” she confirms with a nod, her reply wrapped in a shroud of enigmatic reserve, her intentions veiled.
She smiles warmly, extending a hand over the table to take yours in hers, “I hope we can get to know each other better in the following months,” she says, her voice bearing a trace of charm that is meant to draw you in.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Respond politely but maintain your distance, ignoring her hand.|ch3-65a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Take her hand, pressing a kiss to it. ❤️🔥|ch3-65b][$Soarine_attrac to Math.clamp($Soarine_attrac + 1, 0, 50), $flirtatious to Math.clamp($flirtatious + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Respond warmly, putting your hand in hers.|ch3-65c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Respond coldly, ignoring her hand.|ch3-65d]]</span>“I appreciate your willingness to get to know each other better,” you say, your tone measured and distant.
In response to your polite yet chilly reception, Soarine’s smile doesn’t waver. Instead, it transforms into a serene, almost knowing expression, as if she was expecting it.
Her eyes maintain their sparkle, holding a secret within their depths.
You anticipated a reaction more aligned with surprise or disappointment considering the recent assistance you offered her, yet she looks at you as though she understands something you don’t.
Soarine withdraws her hand and rises from her seat, maintaining her composed demeanor. “If you want to know more about your family you should speak to my father, I know you wanted more information.”
She then looks out the window then back at you,“It was a pleasure to spend some time with you, Your Majesty,” she bids politely, a hint of a knowing smile playing upon her lips before she turns to leave, her steps graceful as she exits the library.
As she exits, you have a faint inkling that the person before you might not be as straightforward as you initially believed.
When you look out the window, you realize quite a few hours have passed. Spending your time translating that sentence took quite a while despite feeling as if it was quick.
You have a lot of time until dinner so you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick out a book to read and stay here.|ch3-66][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave and go training on the training grounds.|ch3-66][$strength to Math.clamp($strength + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>Instead of simply extending your own hand, you decide to take hers in yours, a gesture that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.
Gently, you close your eyes, feeling the softness of her skin against your lips.
When you part your lips from her hand, you can’t help but notice the way her eyes linger on you. There’s a flicker of curiosity, a desire to understand your motives.
You let go of her hand but her eyes still remain on you.
Soarine withdraws her hand and rises from her seat, maintaining her composed demeanor. “If you want to know more about your family you should speak to my father, I know you wanted more information.”
She then looks out the window then back at you,“It was a pleasure to spend some time with you, Your Majesty,” she bids politely, a hint of a knowing smile playing upon her lips before she turns to leave, her steps graceful as she exits the library.
As she exits, you have a faint inkling that the person before you might not be as straightforward as you initially believed.
When you look out the window, you realize quite a few hours have passed. Spending your time translating that sentence took quite a while despite feeling as if it was quick.
You have a lot of time until dinner so you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick out a book to read and stay here.|ch3-66][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave and go training on the training grounds.|ch3-66][$strength to Math.clamp($strength + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You reach out, allowing your hand to meet hers.
Soarine tenderly grasps your hand and raises it to her forehead, a gesture deeply steeped in tradition, a sign of reverence and respect toward you.
She gently lets go of your hand but her eyes remain on you.
Soarine withdraws her hand and rises from her seat, maintaining her composed demeanor. “If you want to know more about your family you should speak to my father, I know you wanted more information.”
She then looks out the window then back at you,“It was a pleasure to spend some time with you, Your Majesty,” she bids politely, a hint of a knowing smile playing upon her lips before she turns to leave, her steps graceful as she exits the library.
As she exits, you have a faint inkling that the person before you might not be as straightforward as you initially believed.
When you look out the window, you realize quite a few hours have passed. Spending your time translating that sentence took quite a while despite feeling as if it was quick.
You have a lot of time until dinner so you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick out a book to read and stay here.|ch3-66][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave and go training on the training grounds.|ch3-66][$strength to Math.clamp($strength + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>“We will see,” you say, your tone cold.
In response to your chilly reception, Soarine’s smile doesn’t waver. Instead, it transforms into a serene, almost knowing expression, as if she was expecting it.
Her eyes maintain their sparkle, holding a secret within their depths.
You anticipated a reaction more aligned with surprise or disappointment considering the recent assistance you offered her, yet she looks at you as though she understands something you don’t.
Soarine withdraws her hand and rises from her seat, maintaining her composed demeanor. “If you want to know more about your family you should speak to my father, I know you wanted more information.”
She then looks out the window then back at you,“It was a pleasure to spend some time with you, Your Majesty,” she bids politely, a hint of a knowing smile playing upon her lips before she turns to leave, her steps graceful as she exits the library.
As she exits, you have a faint inkling that the person before you might not be as straightforward as you initially believed.
When you look out the window, you realize quite a few hours have passed. Spending your time translating that sentence took quite a while despite feeling as if it was quick.
You have a lot of time until dinner so you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pick out a book to read and stay here.|ch3-66][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave and go training on the training grounds.|ch3-66][$strength to Math.clamp($strength + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>And that is how you spend the rest of your day.
The following day arrives with the sunlight sneaking through the parted curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room.
As the first light seeps in, Kat bustles around the chambers, the hasty steps of the servant signaling an urgent start to the day.
In a flurry, she rouses you from slumber, her voice a soft but determined wake-up call, “Your Majesty, it’s time to wake. We have an early departure today.”
You stir from your sleep, feeling the remnants of dreams linger at the edge of your consciousness, you can feel a headache slowly dissipating. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you gradually come to terms with the need to rouse from your bed.
The air is alive with a sense of urgency as Kat rushes around, meticulously gathering the necessary items and arranging them with a practiced efficiency. The faint scent of leather and fresh linens lingers in the air as she helps you prepare for the day ahead.
<<if $hunt is "true">>Dressing for the occasion, you opt for attire suited for the journey to the Royal Hunting Grounds.
Your choice is more practical, the outfit tailored for agility and movement rather than the usual regal attire. Gone are the billowing sleeves and flowing fabric, replaced by garments that offer ease and freedom, readying you for the day’s activities.
As you finish donning the hunting-appropriate attire, you take a moment to collect yourself, gathering yourself for the day ahead.<<else>>In anticipation of the grand event, although you won’t partake in the hunt itself, Luceris has arranged an attire fit for royalty.
Your clothing, though reminiscent of your usual style, bears the distinguished touch of regality – an ensemble meticulously crafted to exude elegance and splendor.
<<if $clothingcolor is "mourning">>It is white, you obseve.<</if>><</if>><<if $copim1 is "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending" or $copim2 is "Engaging in excessive or impulsive spending">>
And even if he didn’t, your closet is filled with everything your heart desires, spending was truly the best way to lighten your heart.
<</if>>As the final touches are completed and your preparations conclude, Kat nods in satisfaction, signifying readiness for the day’s journey.
Before you leave your room you…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Check your reflection in the mirror just one more time, you have to look perfect after all.|ch3-66a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go over everything ten times to make sure you haven’t left anything, you can never shake off that feeling of uneasiness.|ch3-66b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Lay on your bed for five more minutes, you wish you could sleep some more.|ch3-66c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[There’s nothing left for you to do.|ch3-66d]]</span>You scrutinize every detail, adjusting the smallest nuances to achieve an impeccable appearance, the mandate of perfection ingrained through royal etiquette and the uncompromising standards set by society.
Satisfied with your appearance, you stride forth, ready to embark on the day’s journey.
Exiting the room, the corridors echo with a serene stillness, a marked departure from their usual bustling activity. The hushed ambiance hints at the majority of the household staff being preoccupied with the day’s hunt preparations.
The distant murmur of subdued conversation filters through the hallways, likely from the servants scurrying about in their final tasks before departing for the Royal Hunting Grounds.
Approaching the rear section of the palace, the atmosphere changes. The corridors give way to wide-open spaces, leading to the stables and carriage houses. The sound of horse hooves and the faint neighing of the equine residents permeate the air as you step into the bustling hub where the carriages and horses await.
The palace’s rear courtyard is abuzz with activity. Servants rush around, polishing carriage exteriors to a gleaming shine, ensuring the royal transport is immaculate for the day’s journey. The magnificent horses, adorned with fine bridles and saddles, stand patiently, attended to by stable hands, their coats brushed to a glossy sheen under the morning sunlight.
Kat guides you through the organized chaos, toward the row of carriages lined up and waiting to transport the royal entourage.
A familiar voice slices through the symphony of preparations, drawing your attention toward Luceris. He strides toward you, Lancelot—a paragon of canine loyalty—walking behind him.
“Do you wish to ride with me, or separately?” Luceris inquires, his tone a blend of practicality and authority. His glance conveys an unspoken understanding; the protocol of royal representation is crystal clear. “It would be prudent for us to travel together, especially considering the hour. Others have already departed.”
Traveling beside him would showcase unity and tradition, reinforcing the expected image of the Consort. Yet, riding separately could convey an air of independence and nonconformity to the courtly expectations.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go in a carriage alone.|ch3-67b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go with Luceris.|ch3-67a]]</span>Despite Kat’s meticulousness and the thorough preparation, a niggling sense of unease persists, nudging you to double, triple, and quadruple-check everything.
You scan the room once more, your eyes methodically grazing over each corner, every piece of furniture, and each item arranged on the dressing table.
With a nod of satisfaction, you confirm everything is in its rightful place, you stride forth, ready to embark on the day’s journey.
Exiting the room, the corridors echo with a serene stillness, a marked departure from their usual bustling activity. The hushed ambiance hints at the majority of the household staff being preoccupied with the day’s hunt preparations.
The distant murmur of subdued conversation filters through the hallways, likely from the servants scurrying about in their final tasks before departing for the Royal Hunting Grounds.
Approaching the rear section of the palace, the atmosphere changes. The corridors give way to wide-open spaces, leading to the stables and carriage houses. The sound of horse hooves and the faint neighing of the equine residents permeate the air as you step into the bustling hub where the carriages and horses await.
The palace’s rear courtyard is abuzz with activity. Servants rush around, polishing carriage exteriors to a gleaming shine, ensuring the royal transport is immaculate for the day’s journey. The magnificent horses, adorned with fine bridles and saddles, stand patiently, attended to by stable hands, their coats brushed to a glossy sheen under the morning sunlight.
Kat guides you through the organized chaos, toward the row of carriages lined up and waiting to transport the royal entourage.
A familiar voice slices through the symphony of preparations, drawing your attention toward Luceris. He strides toward you, Lancelot—a paragon of canine loyalty—walking behind him.
“Do you wish to ride with me, or separately?” Luceris inquires, his tone a blend of practicality and authority. His glance conveys an unspoken understanding; the protocol of royal representation is crystal clear. “It would be prudent for us to travel together, especially considering the hour. Others have already departed.”
Traveling beside him would showcase unity and tradition, reinforcing the expected image of the Consort. Yet, riding separately could convey an air of independence and nonconformity to the courtly expectations.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go in a carriage alone.|ch3-67b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go with Luceris.|ch3-67a]]</span>Despite the imminent departure, the allure of your plush bed is too tempting to resist.
With a fleeting glance towards the clock, you allow yourself a few indulgent minutes of rest, yearning for a bit more slumber. The pull of sleep beckons you, a brief respite from the day ahead.
“Your Majesty,” Kat calls you, gesturing toward the door, signaling it’s time to depart.
Exiting the room, the corridors echo with a serene stillness, a marked departure from their usual bustling activity. The hushed ambiance hints at the majority of the household staff being preoccupied with the day’s hunt preparations.
The distant murmur of subdued conversation filters through the hallways, likely from the servants scurrying about in their final tasks before departing for the Royal Hunting Grounds.
Approaching the rear section of the palace, the atmosphere changes. The corridors give way to wide-open spaces, leading to the stables and carriage houses. The sound of horse hooves and the faint neighing of the equine residents permeate the air as you step into the bustling hub where the carriages and horses await.
The palace’s rear courtyard is abuzz with activity. Servants rush around, polishing carriage exteriors to a gleaming shine, ensuring the royal transport is immaculate for the day’s journey. The magnificent horses, adorned with fine bridles and saddles, stand patiently, attended to by stable hands, their coats brushed to a glossy sheen under the morning sunlight.
Kat guides you through the organized chaos, toward the row of carriages lined up and waiting to transport the royal entourage.
A familiar voice slices through the symphony of preparations, drawing your attention toward Luceris. He strides toward you, Lancelot—a paragon of canine loyalty—walking behind him.
“Do you wish to ride with me, or separately?” Luceris inquires, his tone a blend of practicality and authority. His glance conveys an unspoken understanding; the protocol of royal representation is crystal clear. “It would be prudent for us to travel together, especially considering the hour. Others have already departed.”
Traveling beside him would showcase unity and tradition, reinforcing the expected image of the Consort. Yet, riding separately could convey an air of independence and nonconformity to the courtly expectations.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go in a carriage alone.|ch3-67b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go with Luceris.|ch3-67a]]</span>Before leaving the room, you glance around to ensure everything is in its rightful place.
Satisfied with the room’s orderliness, you straighten a stray piece of parchment, adjusting it minutely on the writing desk.
Kat, noticing your readiness, gestures toward the door, signaling it’s time to depart.
Exiting the room, the corridors echo with a serene stillness, a marked departure from their usual bustling activity. The hushed ambiance hints at the majority of the household staff being preoccupied with the day’s hunt preparations.
The distant murmur of subdued conversation filters through the hallways, likely from the servants scurrying about in their final tasks before departing for the Royal Hunting Grounds.
Approaching the rear section of the palace, the atmosphere changes. The corridors give way to wide-open spaces, leading to the stables and carriage houses. The sound of horse hooves and the faint neighing of the equine residents permeate the air as you step into the bustling hub where the carriages and horses await.
The palace’s rear courtyard is abuzz with activity. Servants rush around, polishing carriage exteriors to a gleaming shine, ensuring the royal transport is immaculate for the day’s journey. The magnificent horses, adorned with fine bridles and saddles, stand patiently, attended to by stable hands, their coats brushed to a glossy sheen under the morning sunlight.
Kat guides you through the organized chaos, toward the row of carriages lined up and waiting to transport the royal entourage.
A familiar voice slices through the symphony of preparations, drawing your attention toward Luceris. He strides toward you, Lancelot—a paragon of canine loyalty—walking behind him.
“Do you wish to ride with me, or separately?” Luceris inquires, his tone a blend of practicality and authority. His glance conveys an unspoken understanding; the protocol of royal representation is crystal clear. “It would be prudent for us to travel together, especially considering the hour. Others have already departed.”
Traveling beside him would showcase unity and tradition, reinforcing the expected image of the Consort. Yet, riding separately could convey an air of independence and nonconformity to the courtly expectations.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go in a carriage alone.|ch3-67b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go with Luceris.|ch3-67a]]</span>“Together would be best,” you respond, nodding courteously to Luceris. “It’s more appropriate for the occasion.”
Luceris nods, a faint smile gracing his lips, indicating his approval of your choice.
The carriage starts moving, the steady rhythm of hooves and the creaking of wheels against the cobblestone pathway marking the beginning of the trip.
The carriage is quiet which isn’t usually the case when you ride with Luceris. His eyes are closed and his head is leaned against the plush back of his seat. Either he didn’t get enough sleep or he is thinking about something quite seriously.
The carriage comes to a gradual halt in front of the grand building that guards the entrance to the royal hunting grounds.
There is a parade of carriages in front of the entrance, each one more opulent than the last. Servants scurry to attend to them, ensuring the prestigious guests’ vehicles are handled with utmost care.
The buzz of animated conversations fades into muted whispers as the royal carriage, a majestic chariot of gold and silk, emerges. Nobles halt in their tracks, their curiosity piqued, and an almost reverent hush descends upon the gathering.
Luceris steps out, the embodiment of regality. His presence commands attention, and the assembly responds with a symphony of admiration. Polite nods and bows ripple through the crowd as they acknowledge their Emperor.
As you step out of the carriage, the nobles’ gazes flicker in your direction.
The nobles, bedecked in their resplendent finery, observe you with subtle glances exchanged.
The air is thick with unspoken judgments and concealed opinions.
<<if $changedcolor is "false">>
Dressed in pristine white, your attire stands in stark contrast to the array of vivid colors surrounding you. The color, often associated with mourning, feels starkly unconventional amidst the lavishness of the event.<</if>>
You look around the place, it seems everyone is still in the socializing phase of the event. Only after Luceris’ speech will the hunt begin, the participants must be getting ready at this moment.
<<if $hunt is "true">><<set $E_cool to 1>>The thought of preparing for the hunt flickers in your mind, but before you can make a move towards the bustling area where tents are being set up, Luceris’ voice punctuates the ambient chatter.<<else>>Before you can do anything, Luceris’ voice punctuates the ambient chatter.<</if>>
Once again, you will have to stand next to him as a prop as he gives his speech.
[[Continue|ch3-68]]“I’ll ride separately.”
Luceris nods in acquiescence, his expression one of subtle understanding. “As you wish,” he says with a slight inclination of his head, the gesture exuding an air of indifference, but not dismissiveness.
With the decision made, Luceris heads toward his designated carriage, Lancelot trailing behind.
You, too, make your way to your own carriage, settling in as the carriage starts moving, the steady rhythm of hooves and the creaking of wheels against the cobblestone pathway marking the beginning of the trip.
The carriage comes to a gradual halt in front of the grand building that guards the entrance to the royal hunting grounds.
There is a parade of carriages in front of the entrance, each one more opulent than the last. Servants scurry to attend to them, ensuring the prestigious guests’ vehicles are handled with utmost care.
The buzz of animated conversations fades into muted whispers as the royal carriage, a majestic chariot of gold and silk, emerges. Nobles halt in their tracks, their curiosity piqued, and an almost reverent hush descends upon the gathering.
Luceris steps out, the embodiment of regality. His presence commands attention, and the assembly responds with a symphony of admiration. Polite nods and bows ripple through the crowd as they acknowledge their Emperor.
In the wake of this grand entrance, your carriage rolls to a stop. Stepping onto the crimson carpet, you feel the weight of scrutinizing gazes. The nobles, bedecked in their resplendent finery, observe your arrival with subtle glances exchanged.
The air is thick with unspoken judgments and concealed opinions.<<if $changedcolor is "false">>
Dressed in pristine white, your attire stands in stark contrast to the array of vivid colors surrounding you. The color, often associated with mourning, feels starkly unconventional amidst the lavishness of the event.<</if>>
You look around the place, it seems everyone is still in the socializing phase of the event. Only after Luceris’ speech will the hunt begin, the participants must be getting ready at this moment.
<<if $hunt is true>><<set $E_cool to 1>>The thought of preparing for the hunt flickers in your mind, but before you can make a move towards the bustling area where tents are being set up, Luceris’ voice punctuates the ambient chatter.<<else>>Before you can do anything, Luceris’ voice punctuates the ambient chatter.<</if>>
Once again, you will have to stand next to him as a prop as he gives his speech.
[[Continue|ch3-68]]Luceris takes your arm, guiding you to his side, positioning you like a piece on a grand chessboard. As he positions you at his side, it feels like a dance you’ve been coerced into, a performance you never truly agreed to.
Luceris leans closer to whisper something to you, “With this many people, perhaps today is the day we find you a lover. The empire deserves to see its Consort with a heart aflame.” His words are laced with a teasing smirk, a reminder of his penchant for prying into your personal life.
The concept of love in your position as Consort is a complicated matter.
Long-term relationships demand approval from the emperor, the man who bears the title of your husband in the eyes of the court.
It’s a game of courtly affections, where love must be sanctioned by higher authority.
Love is a game where it is both a strategic move and a perilous gambit.
You know the reason behind this orchestrated romance is rooted in the annals of politics. Consorts of the past used their lovers as pawns, forging alliances for the kingdom. While some connections bloomed from genuine affection, many were strategic unions veiled in the guise of love.
Having a relationship without the emperor’s blessing carries societal consequences. Yet, as the last of the Vesphirian bloodline, judgment is already an unwelcome companion so does it truly matter?
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be sarcastic, “Right, you are renowned for your matchmaking skills I’m sure.”|ch3-69a][$sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 1, 0, 10)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare, “That isn’t happening.”|ch3-69b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Or you can die and I can do as I please.”|ch3-69c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Raise an eyebrow, “Is that something the council wants?”|ch3-69d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Shake your head, “Thank you but I would rather not involve myself with anyone.”|ch3-69e]]</span>“Right, you are renowned for your matchmaking skills I’m sure.”
“Don’t underestimate me, I could be if I wanted to.” Luceris counters, his eyes sparkling with a playful glint.
“Oh, forgive me, Your Majesty. I must have missed the chapter in the imperial handbook where matchmaking skills were listed among the sovereign’s responsibilities.”
He laughs heartily, “Well, bird, it’s an unspoken talent. One that only a truly gifted emperor possesses, you know.”
With a roll of your eyes, you quip, “Gifted or not, I think I’ll manage my own affairs in the realm of love, thank you very much.”
As you stand at Luceris’ side, you steal a quick glance at King Faang and his daughter. He acknowledges you with a dignified nod, while Soarine gives you a subtle smile.
Luceris clears his throat and begins his speech, the words flowing smoothly, but you catch the subtle cues of his practiced charisma. The crowd responds, applauding at well-timed pauses.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hate being a part of this as much as you did when you were younger.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have grown to be unphased by the role you play, it’s just one of the things you are forced to do.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You sort of like this role, it’s nice to look down on others.|ch3-70]]</span>“That isn’t happening.”
Luceris frowns, a genuine curiosity clouding his usually composed expression. “Why not? You’re at the age where you should find someone you love,” he counters, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
He speaks as if he has forgotten who you are, what people think of you.
“It doesn’t matter, it is not happening.” You say with a tone of finality.
As you stand at Luceris’ side, you steal a quick glance at King Faang and his daughter. He acknowledges you with a dignified nod, while Soarine gives you a subtle smile.
Luceris clears his throat and begins his speech, the words flowing smoothly, but you catch the subtle cues of his practiced charisma. The crowd responds, applauding at well-timed pauses.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hate being a part of this as much as you did when you were younger.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have grown to be unphased by the role you play, it’s just one of the things you are forced to do.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You sort of like this role, it’s nice to look down on others.|ch3-70]]</span>“Or you can die and I can do as I please.”
Luceris rolls his eyes, “I don’t have to die for you to find love, $name.”
“But it would make my life easier, wouldn’t it?” you retort, a sardonic smile playing on your lips.
For once, Luceris refrains from a witty comeback. Instead, he frowns and averts his gaze, looking away from you.
The air between you carries a weight, a rare moment where the usual banter gives way to an unspoken tension.
As you stand at Luceris’ side, you steal a quick glance at King Faang and his daughter. He acknowledges you with a dignified nod, while Soarine gives you a subtle smile.
Luceris clears his throat and begins his speech, the words flowing smoothly, but you catch the subtle cues of his practiced charisma. The crowd responds, applauding at well-timed pauses.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hate being a part of this as much as you did when you were younger.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have grown to be unphased by the role you play, it’s just one of the things you are forced to do.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You sort of like this role, it’s nice to look down on others.|ch3-70]]</span>You raise an eyebrow, “Is that something the council wants?”
Luceris shakes his head, “No, you’re simply at the age where you should find someone you love.”
A scoff escapes your lips as you counter, “As if it is that easy.”
He meets your gaze, his eyes holding a rare sincerity. “You won’t know unless you seek it. Search it out.”
As you stand at Luceris’ side, you steal a quick glance at King Faang and his daughter. He acknowledges you with a dignified nod, while Soarine gives you a subtle smile.
Luceris clears his throat and begins his speech, the words flowing smoothly, but you catch the subtle cues of his practiced charisma. The crowd responds, applauding at well-timed pauses.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hate being a part of this as much as you did when you were younger.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have grown to be unphased by the role you play, it’s just one of the things you are forced to do.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You sort of like this role, it’s nice to look down on others.|ch3-70]]</span>“Thank you but I would rather not involve myself with anyone.”
Luceris rolls his eyes, “Why not? You’re at the age where you should find someone you love,” he counters, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
He speaks as if he has forgotten who you are, what people think of you.
With a measured tone, you reply, “If and when I decide to find someone, it will be on my terms, not dictated by anyone else.”
As you stand at Luceris’ side, you steal a quick glance at King Faang and his daughter. He acknowledges you with a dignified nod, while Soarine gives you a subtle smile.
Luceris clears his throat and begins his speech, the words flowing smoothly, but you catch the subtle cues of his practiced charisma. The crowd responds, applauding at well-timed pauses.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You hate being a part of this as much as you did when you were younger.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have grown to be unphased by the role you play, it’s just one of the things you are forced to do.|ch3-70]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You sort of like this role, it’s nice to look down on others.|ch3-70]]</span>You let your gaze wander, temporarily escaping the monotony of Luceris’ predictable speech.
The grandeur of the outdoor setting captures your attention – the towering trees, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the distant murmur of a lively brook.
Despite your attempt to tune him out, certain words seep through – war, alliances, joy, competition, and, of course, the impending hunt.
As he finally concludes, the applause erupts like a cascade, blending with the natural sounds of the forest. The transition from Luceris' serious discourse to the lively chatter of the crowd is almost abrupt, creating a lively contrast.
The participants eager for the hunt make their way toward the tents, a tangible excitement in the air.
Meanwhile, others veer toward the large tent a few feet away, its interior a haven of refreshments and delights.
<<if $hunt is "true">>[[Continue|ch3-H71]]<<else>>[[Continue|ch3-P71]]<</if>>“Consort.”
<<if $person is "woman">>A familiar voice cuts through the din, and you feel someone snake their arm around yours. Glancing to the side, you see Soarine, “You are participating in the hunt, right? Let’s go get prepared.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Yank your arm away.|ch3-H71a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Gently pull your arm away.|ch3-H71b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let it be.|ch3-H71c]]</span><<else>>Glancing to the side, you see Soarine, “Come on, we should go before the hunt starts.”
You look around, there is no point in staying here, the sooner you get ready, the better. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
[[Continue|ch3-H72]]<</if>>“Consort.”
<<if $person is "woman">>A familiar voice cuts through the din, and you feel someone snake their arm around yours. Glancing to the side, you see Soarine, “You aren’t participating in the hunt, right? Let’s go sit down.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Yank your arm away.|ch3-P71a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Gently pull your arm away.|ch3-P71b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let it be.|ch3-P71c]]</span><<else>>Glancing to the side, you see Soarine, “You aren’t participating in the hunt, right? Let’s go sit down.”
You look around, there is no point in staying here, sitting down would be nice as well. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
[[Continue|ch3-P72]]<</if>>You yank your arm away.
Soarine, undeterred, puts her hands together behind her back. “Come on, we should go before all the tables are filled.”
You look around, there is no point in staying here, sitting down would be nice as well. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
Upon entering the room, all eyes pivot toward you, their gazes resembling sunflowers turning toward the sun.
Your eyes scan the area, eventually landing on the central table. $E_name occupies a seat there, $E_their gaze focused on you. Or perhaps on the person beside you.
“Your Majesty,” $E_they greets you, standing up with a smile. “Princess Soarine.”
$E_name signals to the others at the table, silently instructing them to make room for you.
The gesture confuses you, knowing that $E_name likely doesn't desire to sit near you.
Then, you recall your conversation with $E_name about Soarine. It dawns on you; $E_They must be attempting to impress Soarine.
“$E_formal!” Soarine greets with a playful wave, walking towards the table, her eyes darting back to you to ensure you’re still by her side.
$E_name directs your attention to the now-vacant seats at the table, inviting both of you to join. Soarine settles into a chair, a bemused smile playing on her lips. “You didn’t have to send them all away.”
$E_name’s smile deepens. “There are plenty of seats, but only one princess of Norazaan.” $E_Their gaze shifts to you, as if remembering your existence, “And only one Royal Consort of Rosea as well.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[All of this fake politeness is killing you on the inside.|ch3-P73a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["It seems like " + $E_name + " truly wants to be on good terms with the princess."|ch3-P73b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This is all very nice but where is Fadiya?|ch3-P73c]]</span>You gently pull your arm away.
You look around, there is no point in staying here, sitting down would be nice as well. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
Upon entering the room, all eyes pivot toward you, their gazes resembling sunflowers turning toward the sun.
Your eyes scan the area, eventually landing on the central table. $E_name occupies a seat there, $E_their gaze focused on you. Or perhaps on the person beside you.
“Your Majesty,” $E_they greets you, standing up with a smile. “Princess Soarine.”
$E_name signals to the others at the table, silently instructing them to make room for you.
The gesture confuses you, knowing that $E_name likely doesn't desire to sit near you.
Then, you recall your conversation with $E_name about Soarine. It dawns on you; $E_They must be attempting to impress Soarine.
“$E_formal!” Soarine greets with a playful wave, walking towards the table, her eyes darting back to you to ensure you’re still by her side.
$E_name directs your attention to the now-vacant seats at the table, inviting both of you to join. Soarine settles into a chair, a bemused smile playing on her lips. “You didn’t have to send them all away.”
$E_name’s smile deepens. “There are plenty of seats, but only one princess of Norazaan.” $E_Their gaze shifts to you, as if remembering your existence, “And only one Royal Consort of Rosea as well.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[All of this fake politeness is killing you on the inside.|ch3-P73a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["It seems like " + $E_name + " truly wants to be on good terms with the princess."|ch3-P73b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This is all very nice but where is Fadiya?|ch3-P73c]]</span>You let her arm stay wrapped around yours.
“Come on, we should go before all the tables are filled.”
You look around, there is no point in staying here, sitting down would be nice as well. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
Upon entering the room, all eyes pivot toward you, their gazes resembling sunflowers turning toward the sun.
Your eyes scan the area, eventually landing on the central table. $E_name occupies a seat there, $E_their gaze focused on you. Or perhaps on the person beside you.
“Your Majesty,” $E_they greets you, standing up with a smile. “Princess Soarine.”
$E_name signals to the others at the table, silently instructing them to make room for you.
The gesture confuses you, knowing that $E_name likely doesn't desire to sit near you.
Then, you recall your conversation with $E_name about Soarine. It dawns on you; $E_They must be attempting to impress Soarine.
“$E_formal!” Soarine greets with a playful wave, walking towards the table, her eyes darting back to you to ensure you’re still by her side.
$E_name directs your attention to the now-vacant seats at the table, inviting both of you to join. Soarine settles into a chair, a bemused smile playing on her lips. “You didn’t have to send them all away.”
$E_name’s smile deepens. “There are plenty of seats, but only one princess of Norazaan.” $E_Their gaze shifts to you, as if remembering your existence, “And only one Royal Consort of Rosea as well.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[All of this fake politeness is killing you on the inside.|ch3-P73a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["It seems like " + $E_name + " truly wants to be on good terms with the princess."|ch3-P73b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This is all very nice but where is Fadiya?|ch3-P73c]]</span>Upon entering the room, all eyes pivot toward you, their gazes resembling sunflowers turning toward the sun.
Your eyes scan the area, eventually landing on the central table. $E_name occupies a seat there, $E_their gaze focused on you. Or perhaps on the person beside you.
“Your Majesty,” $E_they greets you, standing up with a smile. “Princess Soarine.”
$E_name signals to the others at the table, silently instructing them to make room for you.
The gesture confuses you, knowing that $E_name likely doesn't desire to sit near you.
Then, you recall your conversation with $E_name about Soarine. It dawns on you; $E_They must be attempting to impress Soarine.
“$E_formal!” Soarine greets with a playful wave, walking towards the table, her eyes darting back to you to ensure you’re still by her side.
$E_name directs your attention to the now-vacant seats at the table, inviting both of you to join. Soarine settles into a chair, a bemused smile playing on her lips. “You didn’t have to send them all away.”
$E_name’s smile deepens. “There are plenty of seats, but only one princess of Norazaan.” $E_Their gaze shifts to you, as if remembering your existence, “And only one Royal Consort of Rosea as well.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[All of this fake politeness is killing you on the inside.|ch3-P73a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["It seems like " + $E_name + " truly wants to be on good terms with the princess."|ch3-P73b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This is all very nice but where is Fadiya?|ch3-P73c]]</span>The air in the room thickens with the artificial sweetness of pleasantries, and you can’t help but feel the strain of this forced courtesy.
$E_name seems to wear a veneer of congeniality that is almost comically exaggerated.
“So, Princess Soarine,” $E_name continues, “why aren’t you participating in the hunt? Rumor has it you’re a splendid archer—could have easily claimed victory. Even Prince Helios is taking part.”
Soarine, her expression light and carefree, shakes her head, a cascade of green hair dancing with the motion. “There is no shortage of skilled participants, and sometimes, one should indulge in a little leisure, don’t you think?”
She then continues, “Speaking of Prince Helios, he seems unusually serious about this hunt, doesn’t he? It’s not like him, do you know the reason, $E_formal?”
There is a moment of hesitation before $E_they replies, a hint of uncertainty in $E_their voice, “I... I don’t know. He hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Really? Not even with you? I thought you two were inexplicably close.”
$E_name visibly flushes, waving their hands dismissively, “He doesn’t share everything with me.”
“Is that so?” Soarine probes, a teasing lilt in her voice. “What do you even like about him?” Her curiosity, like a playful breeze, nudges the conversation into more intimate territory.
However, as the question hangs in the air, a subtle flicker of regret crosses Soarine’s face.
The shift is almost imperceptible, but it’s there.
The atmosphere in the room takes on a softer hue as the floodgates seem to open, and $E_name, despite their earlier fluster, is more than eager to pours forth an exhaustive list of adoration for Helios.
[[Continue|ch3-P74]]As you observe, it becomes evident that $E_their effort to be amicable is a well-practiced act.
$E_name isn’t accustomed to such politeness, and it’s evident in the way they force a smile.
“So, Princess Soarine,” $E_name continues, “why aren’t you participating in the hunt? Rumor has it you’re a splendid archer—could have easily claimed victory. Even Prince Helios is taking part.”
Soarine, her expression light and carefree, shakes her head, a cascade of green hair dancing with the motion. “There is no shortage of skilled participants, and sometimes, one should indulge in a little leisure, don’t you think?”
She then continues, “Speaking of Prince Helios, he seems unusually serious about this hunt, doesn’t he? It’s not like him, do you know the reason, $E_formal?”
There is a moment of hesitation before $E_they replies, a hint of uncertainty in $E_their voice, “I... I don’t know. He hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Really? Not even with you? I thought you two were inexplicably close.”
$E_name visibly flushes, waving their hands dismissively, “He doesn’t share everything with me.”
“Is that so?” Soarine probes, a teasing lilt in her voice. “What do you even like about him?” Her curiosity, like a playful breeze, nudges the conversation into more intimate territory.
However, as the question hangs in the air, a subtle flicker of regret crosses Soarine’s face.
The shift is almost imperceptible, but it’s there.
The atmosphere in the room takes on a softer hue as the floodgates seem to open, and $E_name, despite their earlier fluster, is more than eager to pours forth an exhaustive list of adoration for Helios.
[[Continue|ch3-P74]]You scan the room, a subtle frown creasing your brow. The lavish setting feels incomplete without Fadiya by your side.
“So, Princess Soarine,” $E_name continues, “why aren’t you participating in the hunt? Rumor has it you’re a splendid archer—could have easily claimed victory. Even Prince Helios is taking part.”
Soarine, her expression light and carefree, shakes her head, a cascade of green hair dancing with the motion. “There is no shortage of skilled participants, and sometimes, one should indulge in a little leisure, don’t you think?”
She then continues, “Speaking of Prince Helios, he seems unusually serious about this hunt, doesn’t he? It’s not like him, do you know the reason, $E_formal?”
There is a moment of hesitation before $E_they replies, a hint of uncertainty in $E_their voice, “I... I don’t know. He hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Really? Not even with you? I thought you two were inexplicably close.”
$E_name visibly flushes, waving their hands dismissively, “He doesn’t share everything with me.”
“Is that so?” Soarine probes, a teasing lilt in her voice. “What do you even like about him?” Her curiosity, like a playful breeze, nudges the conversation into more intimate territory.
However, as the question hangs in the air, a subtle flicker of regret crosses Soarine’s face.
The shift is almost imperceptible, but it’s there.
The atmosphere in the room takes on a softer hue as the floodgates seem to open, and $E_name, despite their earlier fluster, is more than eager to pours forth an exhaustive list of adoration for Helios.
[[Continue|ch3-P74]]“You want to know what I like about him?” $E_name responds, enthusiasm evident in $E_their sparkling blue eyes as $E_they places $E_their cup down with a sense of purpose. “It will take me at least an hour to list everything. Is that alright with you?”
Soarine chuckles, her smile laced with a nervous undertone. “Alright…”
“First of all, his hair,” $E_name begins, diving into an ode about his locks. “It’s long, shiny, and incredibly soft. Whether it’s flowing freely or tied back in a ponytail, both styles have their unique charm! I once braided it for him, and goodness, did he look enchanting. And his eyes! They complement his hair so beautifully. They sparkle like precious jewels! How could I not adore him, especially after gazing into those eyes—”
Soarine shoots a look, a mix of amusement and perhaps a touch of horror, in your direction.
“—he’s perfect! But looks aside, that’s just the beginning of why I like him. He’s incredibly kind. A bit shy, which, by the way, only adds to his charm! He’s caring and thoughtful in a way that’s truly remarkable. You wouldn’t believe how genuinely kind he is. Oh, and let me tell you about his arms! They’re quite firm, not as chiseled as Hunter’s, but not entirely soft either! Did I mention I braided his hair once?”
The fervent stream of praises doesn’t seem to show any signs of abating, you wonder how Luceris would react if he heard any of this conversation.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tease, “Remember to breathe.”|ch3-P75a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Rub your chin thoughtfully, you can somewhat agree with " + $E_name + "’s view on Helios."|ch3-P75b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare in horror.|ch3-P75c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["Gently put a stop to this, “I think we understand, " + $E_name + ".”"|ch3-P75d]]</span>You tease $E_name, “Remember to breathe.”
$E_name shoots you a fleeting look, the enthusiasm in their eyes momentarily replaced by a glint of irritation. “Right, breathing. My apologies, I got a bit carried away. But, oh, there’s so much more to say!”
$E_They take a moment to compose $E_them before continuing, “His laughter is like music, and his presence just lights up a room. And have I mentioned how he—”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, abruptly halting $E_name’s enthusiastic monologue about Helios.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
The atmosphere shifts as the lively chatter in the tent transforms into a hushed anticipation.
The tent flaps rustle as someone enters the room, and even before you see her face, you recognize those distinctive curls.
Fadiya, with her hair cascading down her back, pushes aside the tent flaps with an irritated flick of her hand.
Her eyes, initially carrying traces of annoyance, land on you, and a wide smile replaces the earlier vexation.
“Your Majesty!” she greets with enthusiasm, a skip in her step as she traverses the room and settles into a seat.
“My mother had a lot to do today, which meant I had a lot to do today. I haven’t sat down in the last four hours,” she complains, her voice carrying a blend of weariness and resilience.
“Ah, that must have been hard. Should I get you something to drink?” Soarine says sweetly, leaning slightly forward towards Fadiya and signaling a nearby servant for drinks.
In the midst of her fatigue, Fadiya hadn’t initially noticed the others present. “Ah, greetings, princess,” she acknowledges Soarine with a nod, then turns her attention to her right. “$E_formal, right?”
$E_name nods in affirmation.
“We were talking about $E_name’s feelings for Helios,” Soarine casually reveals, her gaze curious. “Fadiya, what kind of person do you like?”
Not long has passed since Fadiya’s previous relationship came to a close, prompting a subtle narrowing of her eyes in response to Soarine’s inquiry.
Rather than addressing Soarine’s question directly, Fadiya turns her attention toward you, a curious glint in her eyes. She takes a slow sip of her drink, “What about you? What kind of person do you like?”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ccfadiya is "true">>[[“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗|ch3-P76a]]<<else>><s>“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone who wouldn’t like me back.”|ch3-P76b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone nice, I guess.”|ch3-P76c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone that listens to me.”|ch3-P76d]]</span>You rub your chin thoughtfully, finding yourself nodding in agreement with $E_name’s perspective on Helios. After all, it’s hard not to appreciate the genuine qualities of someone who seems to be the subject of such sincere admiration.
“His laughter is like music, and his presence just lights up a room. And have I mentioned how he—”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, abruptly halting $E_name’s enthusiastic monologue about Helios.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
The atmosphere shifts as the lively chatter in the tent transforms into a hushed anticipation.
The tent flaps rustle as someone enters the room, and even before you see her face, you recognize those distinctive curls.
Fadiya, with her hair cascading down her back, pushes aside the tent flaps with an irritated flick of her hand.
Her eyes, initially carrying traces of annoyance, land on you, and a wide smile replaces the earlier vexation.
“Your Majesty!” she greets with enthusiasm, a skip in her step as she traverses the room and settles into a seat.
“My mother had a lot to do today, which meant I had a lot to do today. I haven’t sat down in the last four hours,” she complains, her voice carrying a blend of weariness and resilience.
“Ah, that must have been hard. Should I get you something to drink?” Soarine says sweetly, leaning slightly forward towards Fadiya and signaling a nearby servant for drinks.
In the midst of her fatigue, Fadiya hadn’t initially noticed the others present. “Ah, greetings, princess,” she acknowledges Soarine with a nod, then turns her attention to her right. “$E_formal, right?”
$E_name nods in affirmation.
“We were talking about $E_name’s feelings for Helios,” Soarine casually reveals, her gaze curious. “Fadiya, what kind of person do you like?”
Not long has passed since Fadiya’s previous relationship came to a close, prompting a subtle narrowing of her eyes in response to Soarine’s inquiry.
Rather than addressing Soarine’s question directly, Fadiya turns her attention toward you, a curious glint in her eyes. She takes a slow sip of her drink, “What about you? What kind of person do you like?”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ccfadiya is "true">>[[“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗|ch3-P76a]]<<else>><s>“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone who wouldn’t like me back.”|ch3-P76b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone nice, I guess.”|ch3-P76c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone that listens to me.”|ch3-P76d]]</span>As $E_name continues, you find yourself staring at them in horror, you’re certain no one has ever declared their feelings in such a manner in the middle of an event.
“His laughter is like music, and his presence just lights up a room. And have I mentioned how he—”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, abruptly halting $E_name’s enthusiastic monologue about Helios.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
The atmosphere shifts as the lively chatter in the tent transforms into a hushed anticipation.
The tent flaps rustle as someone enters the room, and even before you see her face, you recognize those distinctive curls.
Fadiya, with her hair cascading down her back, pushes aside the tent flaps with an irritated flick of her hand.
Her eyes, initially carrying traces of annoyance, land on you, and a wide smile replaces the earlier vexation.
“Your Majesty!” she greets with enthusiasm, a skip in her step as she traverses the room and settles into a seat.
“My mother had a lot to do today, which meant I had a lot to do today. I haven’t sat down in the last four hours,” she complains, her voice carrying a blend of weariness and resilience.
“Ah, that must have been hard. Should I get you something to drink?” Soarine says sweetly, leaning slightly forward towards Fadiya and signaling a nearby servant for drinks.
In the midst of her fatigue, Fadiya hadn’t initially noticed the others present. “Ah, greetings, princess,” she acknowledges Soarine with a nod, then turns her attention to her right. “$E_formal, right?”
$E_name nods in affirmation.
“We were talking about $E_name’s feelings for Helios,” Soarine casually reveals, her gaze curious. “Fadiya, what kind of person do you like?”
Not long has passed since Fadiya’s previous relationship came to a close, prompting a subtle narrowing of her eyes in response to Soarine’s inquiry.
Rather than addressing Soarine’s question directly, Fadiya turns her attention toward you, a curious glint in her eyes. She takes a slow sip of her drink, “What about you? What kind of person do you like?”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ccfadiya is "true">>[[“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗|ch3-P76a]]<<else>><s>“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone who wouldn’t like me back.”|ch3-P76b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone nice, I guess.”|ch3-P76c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone that listens to me.”|ch3-P76d]]</span>“I think we understand,” you say, trying to gently stop $E_them.
$E_name pauses for a second, $E_their eyes still sparkling with affectionate fervor. Then, with a sheepish grin, $E_they continue, “But, oh, there’s so much more to say! His laughter is like music, and his presence just lights up a room. And have I mentioned how he—”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, abruptly halting $E_name’s enthusiastic monologue about Helios.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
The atmosphere shifts as the lively chatter in the tent transforms into a hushed anticipation.
The tent flaps rustle as someone enters the room, and even before you see her face, you recognize those distinctive curls.
Fadiya, with her hair cascading down her back, pushes aside the tent flaps with an irritated flick of her hand.
Her eyes, initially carrying traces of annoyance, land on you, and a wide smile replaces the earlier vexation.
“Your Majesty!” she greets with enthusiasm, a skip in her step as she traverses the room and settles into a seat.
“My mother had a lot to do today, which meant I had a lot to do today. I haven’t sat down in the last four hours,” she complains, her voice carrying a blend of weariness and resilience.
“Ah, that must have been hard. Should I get you something to drink?” Soarine says sweetly, leaning slightly forward towards Fadiya and signaling a nearby servant for drinks.
In the midst of her fatigue, Fadiya hadn’t initially noticed the others present. “Ah, greetings, princess,” she acknowledges Soarine with a nod, then turns her attention to her right. “$E_formal, right?”
$E_name nods in affirmation.
“We were talking about $E_name’s feelings for Helios,” Soarine casually reveals, her gaze curious. “Fadiya, what kind of person do you like?”
Not long has passed since Fadiya’s previous relationship came to a close, prompting a subtle narrowing of her eyes in response to Soarine’s inquiry.
Rather than addressing Soarine’s question directly, Fadiya turns her attention toward you, a curious glint in her eyes. She takes a slow sip of her drink, “What about you? What kind of person do you like?”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $ccfadiya is "true">>[[“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗|ch3-P76a]]<<else>><s>“Someone who is a bit oblivious.” 💗</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone who wouldn’t like me back.”|ch3-P76b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone nice, I guess.”|ch3-P76c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Someone that listens to me.”|ch3-P76d]]</span>“Someone who is a bit oblivious.”
Confusion clouds Fadiya’s expression, a furrow forming between her brows. “That’s an odd preference…” she mutters, utterly missing the implication as her expression reflects sheer confusion, completely oblivious to the hidden meaning behind your words.
“I suppose not everyone can rant for hours about the kind of person they like,” Soarine teases.
$E_name pouts, “Princess, it’s not nice to tease others so much.”
Soarine laughs, “Alright, alright.” She playfully nudges $E_name, changing the subject, “Who do you think will win the competition?”
“The one who gets the most or biggest kill wins, right?” $E_name asks, their eyes still carrying a hint of Helios-induced infatuation.
Soarine nods, her gaze now fixed on the unfolding spectacle outside.
“I think the prince will win,” $E_name declares with a dreamy tone, a sentiment that earns a laugh from Soarine.
Turning the inquiry back to you, Soarine asks, “Who do you think will win?”
“With so many participants, it’s hard to say,” you respond.
Soarine leans in, “Alright, how about narrowing it down to the people you know?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|ch3-P77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|ch3-P77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|ch3-P77c]]</span>“Someone who wouldn’t like me back.”
Soarine chuckles, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Aren’t we all drawn to the unreachable? But seriously, What’s the story behind that sentiment?”
You take a moment before responding, "Sometimes it feels like it’s easier that way. No complications, no expectations.”
“I suppose not everyone can rant for hours about the kind of person they like,” Soarine teases.
$E_name pouts, “Princess, it’s not nice to tease others so much.”
Soarine laughs, “Alright, alright.” She playfully nudges $E_name, changing the subject, “Who do you think will win the competition?”
“The one who gets the most or biggest kill wins, right?” $E_name asks, their eyes still carrying a hint of Helios-induced infatuation.
Soarine nods, her gaze now fixed on the unfolding spectacle outside.
“I think the prince will win,” $E_name declares with a dreamy tone, a sentiment that earns a laugh from Soarine.
Turning the inquiry back to you, Soarine asks, “Who do you think will win?”
“With so many participants, it’s hard to say,” you respond.
Soarine leans in, “Alright, how about narrowing it down to the people you know?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|ch3-P77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|ch3-P77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|ch3-P77c]]</span>“Someone nice, I guess.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, “Isn’t that the least to be expected?”
“I suppose not everyone can rant for hours about the kind of person they like,” Soarine teases.
$E_name pouts, “Princess, it’s not nice to tease others so much.”
Soarine laughs, “Alright, alright.” She playfully nudges $E_name, changing the subject, “Who do you think will win the competition?”
“The one who gets the most or biggest kill wins, right?” $E_name asks, their eyes still carrying a hint of Helios-induced infatuation.
Soarine nods, her gaze now fixed on the unfolding spectacle outside.
“I think the prince will win,” $E_name declares with a dreamy tone, a sentiment that earns a laugh from Soarine.
Turning the inquiry back to you, Soarine asks, “Who do you think will win?”
“With so many participants, it’s hard to say,” you respond.
Soarine leans in, “Alright, how about narrowing it down to the people you know?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|ch3-P77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|ch3-P77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|ch3-P77c]]</span>“Someone that listens to me.”
Fadiya frowns, “You make it sound like no one around you listens to you. What am I? A lamp?” She then pouts a bit, “Well, nowadays they do have those little blobs…”
“I suppose not everyone can rant for hours about the kind of person they like,” Soarine teases.
$E_name pouts, “Princess, it’s not nice to tease others so much.”
Soarine laughs, “Alright, alright.” She playfully nudges $E_name, changing the subject, “Who do you think will win the competition?”
“The one who gets the most or biggest kill wins, right?” $E_name asks, their eyes still carrying a hint of Helios-induced infatuation.
Soarine nods, her gaze now fixed on the unfolding spectacle outside.
“I think the prince will win,” $E_name declares with a dreamy tone, a sentiment that earns a laugh from Soarine.
Turning the inquiry back to you, Soarine asks, “Who do you think will win?”
“With so many participants, it’s hard to say,” you respond.
Soarine leans in, “Alright, how about narrowing it down to the people you know?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|ch3-P77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|ch3-P77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|ch3-P77c]]</span>You ponder for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. “I agree with $E_name, I think Helios will win.
Just as the words leave Soarine’s lips, a distant roar echoes through the air, a primal sound that captures everyone’s attention.
For a moment, everyone is silent.
A slight tremor, like the subtle heartbeat of the earth, reverberates every few seconds, hinting at the presence of something massive stirring nearby.
A shared glance dances between the onlookers, their eyes flickering toward the source of the distant roar. The tension, thick and palpable, hangs in the air, as if the very fabric of the event is about to unravel.
Then, as if on cue, the first whispers of nervousness begin to weave through the crowd. Murmurs emerge, cautious voices like hesitant waves, each carrying a blend of trepidation and curiosity.
“What was that?”
“Is it one of the creatures?”
“Are we in danger?”
“That sounded close.”
Soarine, sensing the need for answers, rises from her seat. Without uttering a single word, she strides purposefully outside the tent.
“Ah—” $E_name reacts, reaching out $E_their hand to stop Soarine, but $E_their gesture is met only with empty air as the Princess ventures outside.
Intrigued and compelled by a sense of curiosity, you decide to follow suit.
“You—” you hear $E_name begin but $E_their voice fades away as you step outside.
Outside, not a lot has changed but as you look toward the trees, you hear loud primal noises.
“$name…” Soarine says, looking above the trees.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Don’t call me by my name.”|ch3-P78]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are we close enough for you to call me by my name?”|ch3-P78]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What?”|ch3-P78]]</span>You ponder for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. “I think Hunter will win.”
“Really?”
You furrow your brows at Soarine’s surprised tone, sensing a subtle skepticism in her expression. “Yes… why?”
“$H_HeShe’s Helios’ shield, $H_heshe will most likely give $H_hisher kills to Helios.”
Just as the words leave Soarine’s lips, a distant roar echoes through the air, a primal sound that captures everyone’s attention.
For a moment, everyone is silent.
A slight tremor, like the subtle heartbeat of the earth, reverberates every few seconds, hinting at the presence of something massive stirring nearby.
A shared glance dances between the onlookers, their eyes flickering toward the source of the distant roar. The tension, thick and palpable, hangs in the air, as if the very fabric of the event is about to unravel.
Then, as if on cue, the first whispers of nervousness begin to weave through the crowd. Murmurs emerge, cautious voices like hesitant waves, each carrying a blend of trepidation and curiosity.
“What was that?”
“Is it one of the creatures?”
“Are we in danger?”
“That sounded close.”
Soarine, sensing the need for answers, rises from her seat. Without uttering a single word, she strides purposefully outside the tent.
“Ah—” $E_name reacts, reaching out $E_their hand to stop Soarine, but $E_their gesture is met only with empty air as the Princess ventures outside.
Intrigued and compelled by a sense of curiosity, you decide to follow suit.
“You—” you hear $E_name begin but $E_their voice fades away as you step outside.
Outside, not a lot has changed but as you look toward the trees, you hear loud primal noises.
“$name…” Soarine says, looking above the trees.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Don’t call me by my name.”|ch3-P78]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are we close enough for you to call me by my name?”|ch3-P78]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What?”|ch3-P78]]</span>You ponder for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. “I think Vincent will win.”
“Really?”
You nod, “He’s capable, he fought in a war. He can handle animals.”
Soarine acknowledges your choice with a nod, her eyes reflecting agreement. “You’re right, he has a chance at winning this.”
Just as the words leave Soarine’s lips, a distant roar echoes through the air, a primal sound that captures everyone’s attention.
For a moment, everyone is silent.
A slight tremor, like the subtle heartbeat of the earth, reverberates every few seconds, hinting at the presence of something massive stirring nearby.
A shared glance dances between the onlookers, their eyes flickering toward the source of the distant roar. The tension, thick and palpable, hangs in the air, as if the very fabric of the event is about to unravel.
Then, as if on cue, the first whispers of nervousness begin to weave through the crowd. Murmurs emerge, cautious voices like hesitant waves, each carrying a blend of trepidation and curiosity.
“What was that?”
“Is it one of the creatures?”
“Are we in danger?”
“That sounded close.”
Soarine, sensing the need for answers, rises from her seat. Without uttering a single word, she strides purposefully outside the tent.
“Ah—” $E_name reacts, reaching out $E_their hand to stop Soarine, but $E_their gesture is met only with empty air as the Princess ventures outside.
Intrigued and compelled by a sense of curiosity, you decide to follow suit.
“You—” you hear $E_name begin but $E_their voice fades away as you step outside.
Outside, not a lot has changed but as you look toward the trees, you hear loud primal noises.
“$name…” Soarine says, looking above the trees.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Don’t call me by my name.”|ch3-P78]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are we close enough for you to call me by my name?”|ch3-P78]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What?”|ch3-P78]]</span>Soarine, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and concern, points towards the dense thicket of trees. “Look.”
Turning your gaze to the indicated spot, you witness the unfolding spectacle. Something colossal moves amidst the foliage, a shadowy figure against the backdrop of the forest.
“What is that?” you ask, knowing no one else knows either.
“You,” Soarine begins, her gaze determined as she walks toward a guard stationed next to the tent. “Give me your sword.”
The guard, taken aback and clearly unprepared for such a request, stammers for a bit, “I-I can’t do that.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Then you won’t mind me taking this.” Soarine doesn’t wait for further objections. With swift confidence, she retrieves the guard’s sword from its hilt, the metallic sound ringing in the air, and starts running toward the trees.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “Do I only have lunatics around me…”|ch3-P78a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Shout, “Princess!”|ch3-P78a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scream, “Do you have a death wish?”|ch3-P78a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare.|ch3-P78a]]</span>Uncertainly, you take a few steps to follow Soarine, your curiosity propelling you forward. However, you are abruptly stopped by someone stepping in front of you.
“I’ll go,” Iku, Soarine’s Shield, declares. Without waiting for further approval, she darts down the path Soarine had taken, her agile form disappearing into the foliage.
You’re left standing there, wondering if you should stay where it’s safe or go into the unknown.
“Don’t even think about going there.”
Luceris, having finally emerged from the tent, stands behind you, an air of nonchalance masking any hint of concern.
“You don’t seem to be worried,” you observe, noting the calm composure in his demeanor.
“Why would I be worried? There are more than fifty people in there with their swords and bows, ready to hunt. Clearly, someone wanted to sabotage the event, and that… thing was the result, but I think we are as safe as we can be.”
He’s not wrong. There are more than enough people armed for the competition, yet an uneasy atmosphere lingers.
The primal roars persist, serving as a stark reminder that this is no ordinary hunt.
A painful headache creeps in, an unwelcome intruder that weaves through your consciousness. It isn’t as if you aren’t used to it; headaches are your frequent companions. Worry would grip you if not for the familiar reassurance that they disperse after a few minutes.
“Not again…” Luceris mutters.
You wince, trying to shake off the discomfort as the rhythmic throb continues. The unfolding problem in the forest feels distant, eclipsed momentarily by the relentless drumbeat within your own skull.
Luceris glances at you, “Are you alright?”
The question lingers, unanswered, as if the words themselves might intensify the throbbing. Instead, a guttural roar ruptures the air, a primal sound that echoes through the camp. Something colossal, perhaps the beast, falls to the ground, making the earth itself quake.
You stagger, the headache making you more vulnerable, and fall to your knees.
The ground beneath you keeps trembling in resonance with the beastly impact. A chorus of screams erupts from the surrounding area, a cacophony of fear that pierces the air.
[[Continue|ch3-P79]]Amidst the chaos, someone’s hands find you, an embrace that feels comforting. As you open your eyes, looking down at the ground, you’re met with curls of red – Fadiya.
“I’m here,” she says. Fadiya’s presence has a unique way of soothing your headaches, her touch offering a brief respite. Sometimes, it feels like she treats you like one of her cherished pets.
The ground stops trembling, and you hear people sighing with relief. Footsteps start coming from the forest, the participants finally leaving the forest in a rush. Each step seems to echo in tandem with the echoes of your pulsating headache, a rhythm of uncertainty.
You look up from the ground, watching the participants rush out, talking among themselves about what happened there. The air is thick with speculation and fear, creating a canvas of uncertainty.
After most of the participants are out, you see Hunter and Vincent emerge, carrying a massive beast head, covered in blood. Its size is triple that of a regular wolf head, the fur is wild, and the teeth are sharp.
Time seems to elongate, each step they take echoing in the heightened atmosphere. The weight of the creature’s head, a grim trophy, seems to alter the very pace of time.
Despite the nonchalant behavior, Luceris lets out a sigh of relief when he sees them. He clears his throat, walking towards them as they drop the head onto the ground.
“Who killed it?”
“I did.”
[[Continue|ch3-P79a]]The voice, calm and confident, pierces the post-hunt tension. Your eyes move behind the two, and they also turn, making enough space for you to see who it is.
His clothes are stained red, you notice, his long white hair also tainted with blood.
You feel small, sitting on the ground. He’s far away but you can hardly breathe.
“Ha!” Luceris bursts into laughter, covering his mouth as he runs a hand through his hair.
“I win.”
The victorious statement is punctuated by light blue eyes, landing on you.
And suddenly you are back in that hallway, warmth of fire all around you, your brother left behind, hearing him laugh after he murdered your family.
A chill runs down your spine, and the forest seems to close in, trapping you in a haunting past. The figure before you, cloaked in blood-stained attire, blurs the lines between past and present.
Your breath quickens, caught in the grip of a panic that claws at the edges of your consciousness.
The face, hauntingly familiar yet distinctly different, holds your gaze. You try to distinguish the features, but the haze of trauma clouds your perception. The crimson stains on his attire seem to pulse with an unsettling rhythm, echoing the memories that haunt you.
As he takes a step closer, the air becomes suffocating.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mumble, “No... no…”|ch3-P80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Close your eyes, “It’s not him… It’s not him.”|ch3-P80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just breathe.|ch3-P80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your ears, “Don’t hurt me!”|ch3-P80]]</span>Luceris, now close, notices the distress etched across your face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice reaching you as if through a thick fog.
The overlapping images of Luceris and the blood-stained figure play on a loop in your mind, rewriting the present moment with the echoes of a nightmarish past.
“Get away from me!”
The words burst forth, a desperate plea tinged with panic. You glance at him, then at his son. How unfortunate it is that he looks like his father.
“$name…” Fadiya whispers, her eyes wide as she stares at you.
You stand up, composing yourself, “I need to go,” you say, the urgency in your voice matching the accelerated pace of your steps, walking without a destination.
Fadiya follows, her steps echoing in your wake. “$name, wait.”
You find a secluded spot behind the tent, a bit farther away, seeking temporary refuge from the dissonance of the present and the haunting echoes of the past.
“What happened back there?” Fadiya implores, her eyes searching yours for answers.
You try to steady your breath, to shake off the unsettling haze. “I just need some space,” you murmur, your voice a fragile whisper caught in the rustle of leaves.
Fadiya watches you, torn between respecting your need for solitude and her innate concern for your well-being.
“Take your time,” she finally says, her words a gentle promise. “I’ll be nearby if you need anything.”
As Fadiya retreats, leaving you alone, you place your hands on your face, letting out a sigh.
//“You overreacted back there, you know?”//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Groan, “He looked just like him.”|ch3-P80a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Easy to say when you’re not here.”|ch3-P80b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “...Perhaps.”|ch3-P80c]]</span>You groan, “He looked just like him.”
//“He’s not Luceris.”//
“I know that.”
At least everyone was panicking back then, so they most likely didn’t notice what happened.
The secluded spot offers a momentary reprieve, the air filled with the soothing sounds of nature.
Your nose twitches slightly as it catches the scent of tobacco, sweet and earthy.
Someone coughs, “God, I hate this…”
You look around and see Vincent’s mother, leaning against a tree with a lit cigar between her fingers.
Sensing your gaze, Ikram looks in your direction. A fit of coughs escapes her, surprised by your presence.
She frowns, her eyes narrowing as she glances at the cigar, and then, with a swift motion, drops it to the ground. A twist of her foot, and the glowing embers are extinguished, leaving behind the aroma of snuffed-out sweetness.
There is a subtle tension in the air as she spares one last glance at you before deciding to leave.
You find yourself pondering the similarities between children and their parents—some in looks, others in personality.
As the tranquility wraps around you, someone else coughs, a sound that interrupts the calm like a gentle ripple.
You turn to your side, and there he is – Vincent. His emerald green eyes meet yours, framed by tousled brown hair.
Did he know how to read minds? Why did he have to appear now?
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want, soldier?”|ch3-P81]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Your mother just left.”|ch3-P81]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?”|ch3-P81]]</span>You roll your eyes, “Easy to say when you’re not here.”
//“...Are you mad at me?”//
You sigh, “I could never be angry at you.”
At least everyone was panicking back then, so they most likely didn’t notice what happened.
The secluded spot offers a momentary reprieve, the air filled with the soothing sounds of nature.
Your nose twitches slightly as it catches the scent of tobacco, sweet and earthy.
Someone coughs, “God, I hate this…”
You look around and see Vincent’s mother, leaning against a tree with a lit cigar between her fingers.
Sensing your gaze, Ikram looks in your direction. A fit of coughs escapes her, surprised by your presence.
She frowns, her eyes narrowing as she glances at the cigar, and then, with a swift motion, drops it to the ground. A twist of her foot, and the glowing embers are extinguished, leaving behind the aroma of snuffed-out sweetness.
There is a subtle tension in the air as she spares one last glance at you before deciding to leave.
You find yourself pondering the similarities between children and their parents—some in looks, others in personality.
As the tranquility wraps around you, someone else coughs, a sound that interrupts the calm like a gentle ripple.
You turn to your side, and there he is – Vincent. His emerald green eyes meet yours, framed by tousled brown hair.
Did he know how to read minds? Why did he have to appear now?
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want, soldier?”|ch3-P81]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Your mother just left.”|ch3-P81]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?”|ch3-P81]]</span>You sigh, “...Perhaps.”
//“You always did have a flair for the dramatic.”//
“Alright, I get it.”
At least everyone was panicking back then, so they most likely didn’t notice what happened.
The secluded spot offers a momentary reprieve, the air filled with the soothing sounds of nature.
Your nose twitches slightly as it catches the scent of tobacco, sweet and earthy.
Someone coughs, “God, I hate this…”
You look around and see Vincent’s mother, leaning against a tree with a lit cigar between her fingers.
Sensing your gaze, Ikram looks in your direction. A fit of coughs escapes her, surprised by your presence.
She frowns, her eyes narrowing as she glances at the cigar, and then, with a swift motion, drops it to the ground. A twist of her foot, and the glowing embers are extinguished, leaving behind the aroma of snuffed-out sweetness.
There is a subtle tension in the air as she spares one last glance at you before deciding to leave.
You find yourself pondering the similarities between children and their parents—some in looks, others in personality.
As the tranquility wraps around you, someone else coughs, a sound that interrupts the calm like a gentle ripple.
You turn to your side, and there he is – Vincent. His emerald green eyes meet yours, framed by tousled brown hair.
Did he know how to read minds? Why did he have to appear now?
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want, soldier?”|ch3-P81]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Your mother just left.”|ch3-P81]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?”|ch3-P81]]</span>“I have to speak to you.” He says.
You nod, confused on what he has to say to you, “What is it?”
“You will have to follow my rules when we leave. You will have to inform me when and where you go, and—”
<span class="choice-normal">[[What is he talking about?|ch3-P81a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This is the exact moment you realize he looks better with his mouth shut. ❤️🔥|ch3-P81a][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>“Wait,” you interject, the sudden imposition of rules catching you off guard. "What are you talking about?”
“What?”
“What?”
He looks surprised for a moment, caught off guard by your confusion, before reverting to his usual blank expression. “You don’t know,” he states, his voice neutral.
You blink, staring at him as he states the obvious, awaiting an explanation that remains elusive.
He clarifies, “I will be your personal guard for the following month.”
“What? Why?” you ask, a mixture of surprise and skepticism coloring your words.
“You should ask his Majesty, the emperor,” Vincent replies cryptically, leaving you with more questions than answers.
Vincent bows with an air of formality before turning on his heel, his purposeful steps taking him away into the dappled shadows of the forest.
At this moment, all you know is that you need to find Luceris.
You walk back to the entrance of the tent, your mind buzzing with unanswered questions.
[[Continue|ch3-82]]The scent of roasted meats and the murmur of conversation fill the air as you stride toward the large tent where the refreshments are served.
The guards stationed at the entrance give you a nod of recognition, accustomed to your presence as the Consort. You step inside, the warmth enveloping you in an embrace.
Upon entering the tent, your eyes scan the faces, but Luceris is nowhere to be seen. Frustration simmers beneath the surface, and you decide to step outside for a breath of fresh air. Just as you exit, a voice calls out, “Wait!”
Turning, you find yourself face to face with King Faang.
“Your Majesty,” King Faang greets you with a regal nod, and you reciprocate with a slight bow. The urgency to find Luceris tugs at your thoughts, but the memory of Soarine’s words resurfaces.
//“If you want to know more about your family, you should speak to my father. I know you wanted more information.”//
Taking a moment, you decide to seize this opportunity. “King Faang?” you start, and he raises an eyebrow, a silent prompt for you to continue. “Could you tell me about my family?” The words hang in the air, laden with the weight of curiosity and a hint of vulnerability.
King Faang’s countenance softens, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Of course, what do you want to know?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What was my father like?”|ch3-82a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a")>>[[“What was my mother like?”|ch3-82b]]<<else>><s>“What was my mother like?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b")>>[[“Why did my mother’s family aid Luceris in his revenge?”|ch3-82c]]<<else>><s>“Why did my mother’s family aid Luceris in his revenge?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c")>>[[“What was Catalina like?”|ch3-82d]]<<else>><s>“What was Catalina like?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82d")>>[[“Do you believe my family did it?”|ch3-82e]]<<else>><s>Do you believe my family did it?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82e")>>[[“I don’t have any more questions.”|ch3-82f]]<<else>><s>“I don’t have any more questions.”</s><</if>></span>You yank your arm away.
Soarine, undeterred, puts her hands together behind her back. “Come on, we should go before the hunt starts.”
You look around, there is no point in staying here, the sooner you get ready, the better. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
Further away from the main tent, there are smaller tents prepared for each of the participants to put their belongings in.
Your tent stands regally apart, a testament to your esteemed role as Consort. It looms larger, adorned with patterns that hint at the grandeur within.
Armor meticulously arranged, you’ve already donned the attire befitting the occasion. The soft rustle of silk and the muted clink of metal intermingle as you make the final adjustments.
A subtle cough announces Kat’s presence at the entrance. “Is there anything you require, Your Majesty?”
You shake your head as you survey the array of weapons within the tent.
Swords with complicated hilt designs, finely crafted bows, and arrows are neatly arranged in quivers—all symbols of the craftsmanship that define this event.
The air within the tent hums with the faint metallic scent of weapons, a tangible reminder of the challenge awaiting in the forest.
You grab a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a sword
“Your Majesty?”
The muffled voice of Soarine reaches you from outside the tent, prompting you to swiftly exit.
As you step into the daylight, you find Soarine, transformed from her previous attire, now donned in practical white pants and a shirt, a stark contrast to what she usually wears.
Her long hair is pulled back into a practical ponytail, a bow and a quiver of arrows casually sling over her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” she inquires, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and determination.
You nod in affirmation.
“Let’s get going then; I aim to claim victory in this endeavor,” she says, giving you a playful wink.
Making your way toward the heart of the encampment, you and Soarine traverse the familiar paths that lead back to the main tent. Laughter and chatter permeate the air, creating a lively backdrop as fellow participants prepare for the upcoming hunt or share tales of past victories.
“Any strategy for today’s hunt?" You ask, falling into step beside her.
“I’m thinking we cover more ground together,” she suggests, contemplating the vast expanse of the wooded area awaiting exploration.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Do you want to stay together to steal my kills?”|ch3-H72a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch3-H72b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look around, “Then should we gather more people?”|ch3-H72c]]</span>You gently pull your arm away.
You look around, there is no point in staying here, the sooner you get ready, the better. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
Further away from the main tent, there are smaller tents prepared for each of the participants to put their belongings in.
Your tent stands regally apart, a testament to your esteemed role as Consort. It looms larger, adorned with patterns that hint at the grandeur within.
Armor meticulously arranged, you’ve already donned the attire befitting the occasion. The soft rustle of silk and the muted clink of metal intermingle as you make the final adjustments.
A subtle cough announces Kat’s presence at the entrance. “Is there anything you require, Your Majesty?”
You shake your head as you survey the array of weapons within the tent.
Swords with complicated hilt designs, finely crafted bows, and arrows are neatly arranged in quivers—all symbols of the craftsmanship that define this event.
The air within the tent hums with the faint metallic scent of weapons, a tangible reminder of the challenge awaiting in the forest.
You grab a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a sword
“Your Majesty?”
The muffled voice of Soarine reaches you from outside the tent, prompting you to swiftly exit.
As you step into the daylight, you find Soarine, transformed from her previous attire, now donned in practical white pants and a shirt, a stark contrast to what she usually wears.
Her long hair is pulled back into a practical ponytail, a bow and a quiver of arrows casually sling over her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” she inquires, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and determination.
You nod in affirmation.
“Let’s get going then; I aim to claim victory in this endeavor,” she says, giving you a playful wink.
Making your way toward the heart of the encampment, you and Soarine traverse the familiar paths that lead back to the main tent. Laughter and chatter permeate the air, creating a lively backdrop as fellow participants prepare for the upcoming hunt or share tales of past victories.
“Any strategy for today’s hunt?" You ask, falling into step beside her.
“I’m thinking we cover more ground together,” she suggests, contemplating the vast expanse of the wooded area awaiting exploration.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Do you want to stay together to steal my kills?”|ch3-H72a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch3-H72b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look around, “Then should we gather more people?”|ch3-H72c]]</span>You let her arm stay wrapped around yours.
“Come on, we should go before the hunt starts.”
You look around, there is no point in staying here, the sooner you get ready, the better. With a nod, you agree, “Alright.”
Further away from the main tent, there are smaller tents prepared for each of the participants to put their belongings in.
Your tent stands regally apart, a testament to your esteemed role as Consort. It looms larger, adorned with patterns that hint at the grandeur within.
Armor meticulously arranged, you’ve already donned the attire befitting the occasion. The soft rustle of silk and the muted clink of metal intermingle as you make the final adjustments.
A subtle cough announces Kat’s presence at the entrance. “Is there anything you require, Your Majesty?”
You shake your head as you survey the array of weapons within the tent.
Swords with complicated hilt designs, finely crafted bows, and arrows are neatly arranged in quivers—all symbols of the craftsmanship that define this event.
The air within the tent hums with the faint metallic scent of weapons, a tangible reminder of the challenge awaiting in the forest.
You grab a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a sword
“Your Majesty?”
The muffled voice of Soarine reaches you from outside the tent, prompting you to swiftly exit.
As you step into the daylight, you find Soarine, transformed from her previous attire, now donned in practical white pants and a shirt, a stark contrast to what she usually wears.
Her long hair is pulled back into a practical ponytail, a bow and a quiver of arrows casually sling over her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” she inquires, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and determination.
You nod in affirmation.
“Let’s get going then; I aim to claim victory in this endeavor,” she says, giving you a playful wink.
Making your way toward the heart of the encampment, you and Soarine traverse the familiar paths that lead back to the main tent. Laughter and chatter permeate the air, creating a lively backdrop as fellow participants prepare for the upcoming hunt or share tales of past victories.
“Any strategy for today’s hunt?" You ask, falling into step beside her.
“I’m thinking we cover more ground together,” she suggests, contemplating the vast expanse of the wooded area awaiting exploration.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Do you want to stay together to steal my kills?”|ch3-H72a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch3-H72b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look around, “Then should we gather more people?”|ch3-H72c]]</span>Further away from the main tent, there are smaller tents prepared for each of the participants to put their belongings in.
Your tent stands regally apart, a testament to your esteemed role as Consort. It looms larger, adorned with patterns that hint at the grandeur within.
Armor meticulously arranged, you’ve already donned the attire befitting the occasion. The soft rustle of silk and the muted clink of metal intermingle as you make the final adjustments.
A subtle cough announces Kat’s presence at the entrance. “Is there anything you require, Your Majesty?”
You shake your head as you survey the array of weapons within the tent.
Swords with complicated hilt designs, finely crafted bows, and arrows are neatly arranged in quivers—all symbols of the craftsmanship that define this event.
The air within the tent hums with the faint metallic scent of weapons, a tangible reminder of the challenge awaiting in the forest.
You grab a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a sword.
“Your Majesty?”
The muffled voice of Soarine reaches you from outside the tent, prompting you to swiftly exit.
As you step into the daylight, you find Soarine, transformed from her previous attire, now donned in practical white pants and a shirt, a stark contrast to what she usually wears.
Her long hair is pulled back into a practical ponytail, a bow and a quiver of arrows casually sling over her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” she inquires, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and determination.
You nod in affirmation.
“Let’s get going then; I aim to claim victory in this endeavor,” she says, giving you a playful wink.
Making your way toward the heart of the encampment, you and Soarine traverse the familiar paths that lead back to the main tent. Laughter and chatter permeate the air, creating a lively backdrop as fellow participants prepare for the upcoming hunt or share tales of past victories.
“Any strategy for today’s hunt?" You ask, falling into step beside her.
“I’m thinking we cover more ground together,” she suggests, contemplating the vast expanse of the wooded area awaiting exploration.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Do you want to stay together to steal my kills?”|ch3-H72a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch3-H72b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look around, “Then should we gather more people?”|ch3-H72c]]</span>You joke, “Do you want to stay together to steal my kills?”
Soarine laughs as she playfully nudges you. “Steal your kills? Please, Your Majesty, I have enough skill to make my own,” she retorts, and you know it’s true.
“Soarine.” Helios emerges from behind her with a smile that could light up the encampment.
“Helios!” She greets with genuine delight, offering him a slight hug. “Are you prepared to lose to me?” she teases in a sing-song tone, a playful glint in her eyes.
Helios rolls his eyes, a smirk forming, “I will win this one, I apologize for the disappointment you will feel in a bit, princess.”
Soarine bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the camp for a good while. “Oh you’re serious.” Her laughter subsides, replaced by a surprised expression “You’re not usually this competitive, what happened?”
Helios shakes his head, a determined gleam in his eyes, “I simply want to.”
Soarine narrows her eyes, studying him for a moment. “Alright… Where’s Hunter?”
Helios glances behind him, pointing towards where Hunter stands engrossed in conversation with a group of people. Hunter wears a charming smile, effortlessly captivating the crowd who can’t help but bat their eyes at $H_himher.
“Hunter is… socializing.” Helios states although you can see it is clearly more than that.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“That’s //definitely// socializing.”" "ch3-H73a">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“Is it always like this with Hunter?”" "ch3-H73b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“You should call $H_himher over, the hunt will start soon.”" "ch3-H73c">><</link>></span>Nodding in agreement, you appreciate the logic in her approach. “Alright,” you reply.
“Soarine.” Helios emerges from behind her with a smile that could light up the encampment.
“Helios!” She greets with genuine delight, offering him a slight hug. “Are you prepared to lose to me?” she teases in a sing-song tone, a playful glint in her eyes.
Helios rolls his eyes, a smirk forming, “I will win this one, I apologize for the disappointment you will feel in a bit, princess.”
Soarine bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the camp for a good while. “Oh you’re serious.” Her laughter subsides, replaced by a surprised expression “You’re not usually this competitive, what happened?”
Helios shakes his head, a determined gleam in his eyes, “I simply want to.”
Soarine narrows her eyes, studying him for a moment. “Alright… Where’s Hunter?”
Helios glances behind him, pointing towards where Hunter stands engrossed in conversation with a group of people. Hunter wears a charming smile, effortlessly captivating the crowd who can’t help but bat their eyes at $H_himher.
“Hunter is… socializing.” Helios states although you can see it is clearly more than that.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“That’s //definitely// socializing.”" "ch3-H73a">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“Is it always like this with Hunter?”" "ch3-H73b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "”You should call $H_himher over, the hunt will start soon.”" "ch3-H73c">><</link>></span>Look around, “Then should we gather more people?”
Soarine smiles, a playful glint in her eyes. “No need for reinforcements. I wouldn’t want to share your hunting prowess with anyone else, I might get jealous.”
“Why would you get jealous of that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” She retorts.
“Soarine.” Helios emerges from behind her with a smile that could light up the encampment.
“Helios!” She greets with genuine delight, offering him a slight hug. “Are you prepared to lose to me?” she teases in a sing-song tone, a playful glint in her eyes.
Helios rolls his eyes, a smirk forming, “I will win this one, I apologize for the disappointment you will feel in a bit, princess.”
Soarine bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the camp for a good while. “Oh you’re serious.” Her laughter subsides, replaced by a surprised expression “You’re not usually this competitive, what happened?”
Helios shakes his head, a determined gleam in his eyes, “I simply want to.”
Soarine narrows her eyes, studying him for a moment. “Alright… Where’s Hunter?”
Helios glances behind him, pointing towards where Hunter stands engrossed in conversation with a group of people. Hunter wears a charming smile, effortlessly captivating the crowd who can’t help but bat their eyes at $H_himher.
“Hunter is… socializing.” Helios states although you can see it is clearly more than that.
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“That’s //definitely// socializing.”" "ch3-H73a">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "“Is it always like this with Hunter?”" "ch3-H73b">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "”You should call $H_himher over, the hunt will start soon.”" "ch3-H73c">><</link>></span>“That’s definitely socializing,” you snicker, a sly smile forming on your face.
Soarine chuckles beside you, “Hunter must be a master at socializing if all of them want to talk to $H_himher.”
Helios lets out a small sigh, a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Hunter!” He calls out to $H_himher.
The surrounding participants glance toward Helios, momentarily breaking from the enchantment Hunter has woven.
Hunter turns with a charming grin, acknowledging Helios and running up to him. “Is it time?”
Helios shakes his head, “Not yet.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, gesturing towards the group of people that Hunter left behind. “Are you planning to socialize your way through the entire hunt?”
Hunter laughs, a carefree sound that fills the air. “Just making some friends before the competition heats up.”
Soarine smirks, adding with a teasing tone, “Or distractions, perhaps?”
Hunter winks, “Exactly, Your Grace.”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, making everyone pause.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
As if triggered by the signal, a wave of excitement ripples through the encampment.
Without further ado, the participants begin to sprint towards the looming tree line.
“Why are they running? That’s such a waste of energy.” Soarine tsks, shaking her head in mock disapproval.
Helios offers a playful response, “It’s all part of the fun!” He starts running, effortlessly blending into the crowd of eager competitors.
Hunter, not one to be left behind, grins at Soarine then looks toward Helios. “Wait for me!”
Soarine watches Hunter run to catch up with Helios. “I can’t believe them,” she mutters to herself, a hint of a smile betraying the exasperation in her tone. She turns to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you want to run too?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes.”|ch3-H74a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch3-H74b]]</span>“Is it always like this with Hunter?” you inquire, observing the lively scene around Hunter.
Helios nonchalantly shrugs, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I suppose.”
Soarine, with a mischievous grin, interjects, “Aren’t you envious that Hunter’s getting all the attention?”
This time, Helios laughs, “Hunter helps me remove attention from myself, that is why $H_heshe is there talking to everyone.” he explains. “But I suppose $H_heshe does enjoy it.”
“Hunter!” He calls out to $H_himher.
The surrounding participants glance toward Helios, momentarily breaking from the enchantment Hunter has woven.
Hunter turns with a charming grin, acknowledging Helios and running up to him. “Is it time?”
Helios shakes his head, “Not yet.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, gesturing towards the group of people that Hunter left behind. “Are you planning to socialize your way through the entire hunt?”
Hunter laughs, a carefree sound that fills the air. “Just making some friends before the competition heats up.”
Soarine smirks, adding with a teasing tone, “Or distractions, perhaps?”
Hunter winks, “Exactly, Your Grace.”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, making everyone pause.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
As if triggered by the signal, a wave of excitement ripples through the encampment.
Without further ado, the participants begin to sprint towards the looming tree line.
“Why are they running? That’s such a waste of energy.” Soarine tsks, shaking her head in mock disapproval.
Helios offers a playful response, “It’s all part of the fun!” He starts running, effortlessly blending into the crowd of eager competitors.
Hunter, not one to be left behind, grins at Soarine then looks toward Helios. “Wait for me!”
Soarine watches Hunter run to catch up with Helios. “I can’t believe them,” she mutters to herself, a hint of a smile betraying the exasperation in her tone. She turns to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you want to run too?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes.”|ch3-H74a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch3-H74b]]</span>“You should call Hunter over; the hunt will start soon,” you suggest, breaking into the banter between Soarine and Helios.
Helios nods, his eyes still fixed on the animated gathering, “Hunter!”
The surrounding participants glance toward Helios, momentarily breaking from the enchantment Hunter has woven.
Hunter turns with a charming grin, acknowledging Helios and running up to him. “Is it time?”
Helios shakes his head, “Not yet.”
Soarine raises an eyebrow, gesturing towards the group of people that Hunter left behind. “Are you planning to socialize your way through the entire hunt?”
Hunter laughs, a carefree sound that fills the air. “Just making some friends before the competition heats up.”
Soarine smirks, adding with a teasing tone, “Or distractions, perhaps?”
Hunter winks, “Exactly, Your Grace.”
A loud trumpet noise slices through the air, making everyone pause.
“Oh, it’s starting,” Soarine remarks, her eyes flicking toward the source of the sound.
As if triggered by the signal, a wave of excitement ripples through the encampment.
Without further ado, the participants begin to sprint towards the looming tree line.
“Why are they running? That’s such a waste of energy.” Soarine tsks, shaking her head in mock disapproval.
Helios offers a playful response, “It’s all part of the fun!” He starts running, effortlessly blending into the crowd of eager competitors.
Hunter, not one to be left behind, grins at Soarine then looks toward Helios. “Wait for me!”
Soarine watches Hunter run to catch up with Helios. “I can’t believe them,” she mutters to herself, a hint of a smile betraying the exasperation in her tone. She turns to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you want to run too?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes.”|ch3-H74a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“No.”|ch3-H74b]]</span>You nod, “I do.”
“Alright, let’s go!”
Together, the two of you take off in a run toward the forest.
Upon reaching the treeline, you spot Hunter and Helios waiting for the two of you.
Soarine eyes them with mock reproach. “What was the point of running if you were going to wait?” she questions, her hands on her hips.
Helios ignores her remark, “Let’s get going.”
As you step onto the forest path, the ground beneath you whispers with the sounds of crunching dirt, snapping fallen branches, and the occasional scrape of rocks. The wooded landscape envelops you, the filtered sunlight creating a mosaic of shadows and highlights.
The group moves in a measured silence, each participant attentive to the surroundings, eyes scanning for any signs of prey.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Say loudly, “Where are we going?”|ch3-H75a][$intuition to Math.clamp($intuition - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Whisper, “Where are we going?”|ch3-H75b][$intuition to Math.clamp($intuition + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>You shake your head, “No.”
“Alright, let’s take our time.”
The two of you walk toward the forest.
Upon reaching the treeline, you spot Hunter and Helios waiting for the two of you.
Soarine eyes them with mock reproach. “What was the point of running if you were going to wait?” she questions, her hands on her hips.
Helios ignores her remark, “Let’s get going.”
As you step onto the forest path, the ground beneath you whispers with the sounds of crunching dirt, snapping fallen branches, and the occasional scrape of rocks. The wooded landscape envelops you, the filtered sunlight creating a mosaic of shadows and highlights.
The group moves in a measured silence, each participant attentive to the surroundings, eyes scanning for any signs of prey.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Say loudly, “Where are we going?”|ch3-H75a][$intuition to Math.clamp($intuition - 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Whisper, “Where are we going?”|ch3-H75b][$intuition to Math.clamp($intuition + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>As you navigate through the dappled sunlight and shadowed glades, a question bubbles up within you, and you can’t help but ask loudly, “Where are we heading?”
Soarine shoots you a hushed look, her finger pressed to her lips in a gentle shushing motion. With a soft chuckle, she leans in, whispering, “Deeper into the forest. The deer and elks tend to roam there, especially in the cooler areas. Also, keep an ear out for the sound of water, animals tend to be near water streams.”
A whistling sound cuts through the air, and before anyone can react, an arrow hurtles towards Hunter with menacing speed. It narrowly misses piercing $H_hisher arm, instead ripping through the fabric of $H_hisher shirt, leaving a jagged tear in its wake.
“Apologies!” You hear someone scream from afar, making birds fly away from the trees.
Hunter lets out a colorful string of muttered complaints, examining the damaged sleeve with an exasperated sigh. “Why do they even allow someone with such a terrible aim to join hunts?” $H_HeShe grumbles, checking $H_hisher arm for any potential injury.
“I did tell you to wear your armor,” Helios chimes in.
“And I told you it feels like being stuck in a steel cocoon.”
Glancing through the newly formed tear in the fabric, you catch an unexpected sight—a hint of ink decorating Hunter’s skin, a detail usually concealed beneath layers of clothing.
“You have a tattoo,” you remark, observing the design.
Hunter looks down at $H_hisher arm, then meets your gaze, a mischievous glint in $H_hisher eyes. “I do,” $H_heshe winks playfully, “It’s quite the crowd-pleaser.”
Soarine whistles as she tugs at the ripped sleeve, seeking a closer look at the tattoo. “It looks exquisite, did you get it in Vesphire?”
Hunter nods, a touch of pride evident in the subtle movements of $H_hisher shoulders. “Thank you, princess.”
Turning her attention to Helios, Soarine raises an eyebrow. “Did you get one too?”
Helios tilts his head, a subtle smile on his face. “Is that important right now?”
“So important I might die if you don’t tell me,” Soarine replies with an exaggerated sigh.
“Maybe I got one, maybe I got more, maybe I got none at all.”
As you venture deeper into the forest, the ambiance changes. The towering trees cast patterns of shadows on the ground, and the rustling leaves create a symphony of nature’s whispers.
Suddenly, a faint yelp-like noise echoes through the trees, capturing everyone’s attention.
“What was that?” Helios asks, glancing around with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Soarine raises an eyebrow, “It could be an animal, but it sounded odd.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“We should check what it is.”|ch3-H76a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is how every horror book starts…”|ch3-H76b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s probably another participant.”|ch3-H76c]]</span>As you navigate through the dappled sunlight and shadowed glades, a question bubbles up within you, and you can’t help but ask, “Where are we heading?”
Soarine gestures for you to come closer, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. “Deeper into the forest. The deer and elks tend to roam there, especially in the cooler areas. Also, keep an ear out for the sound of water, animals tend to be near water streams.”
A whistling sound cuts through the air, and before anyone can react, an arrow hurtles towards Hunter with menacing speed. It narrowly misses piercing $H_hisher arm, instead ripping through the fabric of $H_hisher shirt, leaving a jagged tear in its wake.
“Apologies!” You hear someone scream from afar, making birds fly away from the trees.
Hunter lets out a colorful string of muttered complaints, examining the damaged sleeve with an exasperated sigh. “Why do they even allow someone with such a terrible aim to join hunts?” $H_HeShe grumbles, checking $H_hisher arm for any potential injury.
“I did tell you to wear your armor,” Helios chimes in.
“And I told you it feels like being stuck in a steel cocoon.”
Glancing through the newly formed tear in the fabric, you catch an unexpected sight—a hint of ink decorating Hunter’s skin, a detail usually concealed beneath layers of clothing.
“You have a tattoo,” you remark, observing the design.
Hunter looks down at $H_hisher arm, then meets your gaze, a mischievous glint in $H_hisher eyes. “I do,” $H_heshe winks playfully, “It’s quite the crowd-pleaser.”
Soarine whistles as she tugs at the ripped sleeve, seeking a closer look at the tattoo. “It looks exquisite, did you get it in Vesphire?”
Hunter nods, a touch of pride evident in the subtle movements of $H_hisher shoulders. “Thank you, princess.”
Turning her attention to Helios, Soarine raises an eyebrow. “Did you get one too?”
Helios tilts his head, a subtle smile on his face. “Is that important right now?”
“So important I might die if you don’t tell me,” Soarine replies with an exaggerated sigh.
“Maybe I got one, maybe I got more, maybe I got none at all.”
As you venture deeper into the forest, the ambiance changes. The towering trees cast patterns of shadows on the ground, and the rustling leaves create a symphony of nature’s whispers.
Suddenly, a faint yelp-like noise echoes through the trees, capturing everyone’s attention.
“What was that?” Helios asks, glancing around with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Soarine raises an eyebrow, “It could be an animal, but it sounded odd.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“We should check what it is.”|ch3-H76a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is how every horror book starts…”|ch3-H76b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s probably another participant.”|ch3-H76c]]</span>Helios nods in agreement, exchanging a quick glance with Hunter.
Hunter acknowledges the silent agreement and takes the lead, stealthily approaching the source of the mysterious noise.
“It’s an animal... I think,” Hunter calls back, their voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
“What do you mean ‘I think’?” Soarine asks, as she strides closer to where Hunter stands, and you and Helios follow suit.
Hunter chuckles, “It looks strange but somehow adorable.” $H_HeShe points to a small creature nestled among the foliage, its eyes wide with curiosity, staring at the audience it has attracted.
The creature has horns adorning its head, covered in grey fur from head to feet. It’s an enigmatic fusion, resembling both a wolf and a goat.
“You have a strange definition of adorable, Hunter.” Soarine giggles, unable to hide her amusement behind her hand. “What is this little thing?”
Hunter pouts playfully as $H_heshe bends down toward it, “I’m not sure but it seems harmless.”
The creature responds to Hunter’s proximity with a nuzzle, emanating an air of innocence that disarms any initial apprehension.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nervously say, “I don’t think that’s an animal.”|ch3-H77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Reach out to touch it, “Aren’t you just adorable?”|ch3-H77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Take out your weapon, “It will be my first kill of the day.”|ch3-H77c]]</span>Helios smiles at you before exchanging a quick glance with Hunter.
Hunter acknowledges the silent agreement and takes the lead, stealthily approaching the source of the mysterious noise.
“It’s an animal... I think,” Hunter calls back, their voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
“What do you mean ‘I think’?” Soarine asks, as she strides closer to where Hunter stands, and you and Helios follow suit.
Hunter chuckles, “It looks strange but somehow adorable.” $H_HeShe points to a small creature nestled among the foliage, its eyes wide with curiosity, staring at the audience it has attracted.
The creature has horns adorning its head, covered in grey fur from head to feet. It’s an enigmatic fusion, resembling both a wolf and a goat.
“You have a strange definition of adorable, Hunter.” Soarine giggles, unable to hide her amusement behind her hand. “What is this little thing?”
Hunter pouts playfully as $H_heshe bends down toward it, “I’m not sure but it seems harmless.”
The creature responds to Hunter’s proximity with a nuzzle, emanating an air of innocence that disarms any initial apprehension.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nervously say, “I don’t think that’s an animal.”|ch3-H77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Reach out to touch it, “Aren’t you just adorable?”|ch3-H77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Take out your weapon, “It will be my first kill of the day.”|ch3-H77c]]</span>“It should still be checked, maybe it’s a deer.” Soarine says, a glint of excitement in her eyes.
Helios nods in agreement, exchanging a quick glance with Hunter.
Hunter acknowledges the silent agreement and takes the lead, stealthily approaching the source of the mysterious noise.
“It’s an animal... I think,” Hunter calls back, their voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
“What do you mean ‘I think’?” Soarine asks, as she strides closer to where Hunter stands, and you and Helios follow suit.
Hunter chuckles, “It looks strange but somehow adorable.” $H_HeShe points to a small creature nestled among the foliage, its eyes wide with curiosity, staring at the audience it has attracted.
The creature has horns adorning its head, covered in grey fur from head to feet. It’s an enigmatic fusion, resembling both a wolf and a goat.
“You have a strange definition of adorable, Hunter.” Soarine giggles, unable to hide her amusement behind her hand. “What is this little thing?”
Hunter pouts playfully as $H_heshe bends down toward it, “I’m not sure but it seems harmless.”
The creature responds to Hunter’s proximity with a nuzzle, emanating an air of innocence that disarms any initial apprehension.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nervously say, “I don’t think that’s an animal.”|ch3-H77a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Reach out to touch it, “Aren’t you just adorable?”|ch3-H77b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Take out your weapon, “It will be my first kill of the day.”|ch3-H77c]]</span>Hunter coos, staring at it, “What are you then?”
As if to prove a point, the creature sneezes, doubling in size.
“That doesn’t seem good.” Helios remarks, a furrow forming on his brow as he observes the creature’s sudden transformation.
The creature’s gaze shifts from Hunter to you, its once-curious eyes now narrowing as it starts baring its teeth. A low growl emanates from deep within, setting an uneasy tone in the air.
As the group exchanges glances, the creature’s metamorphosis takes an alarming turn. It begins to grow, expanding in size with each passing second. The forest echoes with the cracking sounds of branches giving way under the creature’s newfound bulk.
Unbeknownst to you, the others have wisely moved away from the unfolding spectacle.
A painful headache creeps in, an unwelcome intruder that weaves through your consciousness. It isn’t as if you aren’t used to it; headaches are your frequent companions. Worry would grip you if not for the familiar reassurance that they disperse after a few minutes.
“$name!” you hear Hunter’s urgent voice as $H_heshe grabs your arms, pulling you away from the growing creature.
You wince, trying to shake off the discomfort as the rhythmic throb continues. The unfolding problem in the forest feels distant, eclipsed momentarily by the relentless drumbeat within your own skull.
When you look up from where you are now sitting on the ground, you see the beast. It has reached a height that rivals the towering trees of the forest.
[[Continue|ch3-H78]]“Aren’t you just adorable?” you coo, the forest air carrying your words like a gentle embrace.
As your hand nears the creature, it reacts unexpectedly, a sudden burst of energy making it skitter away, baring its tiny teeth in a display of defiance.
Soarine stifles a laugh, her eyes wide with amusement. “Seems like it isn’t a fan of affection.”
As if to prove a point, the creature sneezes, doubling in size.
“That doesn’t seem good.” Helios remarks, a furrow forming on his brow as he observes the creature’s sudden transformation.
The creature’s gaze shifts from Hunter to you, its once-curious eyes now narrowing as it starts baring its teeth. A low growl emanates from deep within, setting an uneasy tone in the air.
As the group exchanges glances, the creature’s metamorphosis takes an alarming turn. It begins to grow, expanding in size with each passing second. The forest echoes with the cracking sounds of branches giving way under the creature’s newfound bulk.
Unbeknownst to you, the others have wisely moved away from the unfolding spectacle.
A painful headache creeps in, an unwelcome intruder that weaves through your consciousness. It isn’t as if you aren’t used to it; headaches are your frequent companions. Worry would grip you if not for the familiar reassurance that they disperse after a few minutes.
“$name!” you hear Hunter’s urgent voice as $H_heshe grabs your arms, pulling you away from the growing creature.
You wince, trying to shake off the discomfort as the rhythmic throb continues. The unfolding problem in the forest feels distant, eclipsed momentarily by the relentless drumbeat within your own skull.
When you look up from where you are now sitting on the ground, you see the beast. It has reached a height that rivals the towering trees of the forest.
[[Continue|ch3-H78]]You take out your weapon, “It will be my first kill of the day,” you declare.
However, before you can make a move, Hunter swiftly intervenes, “Wait, wait!” $H_heshe exclaims, gently reaching out to stop your hand. “This little one is too adorable and unique to become the first kill of the day.”
As if to prove a point, the creature sneezes, doubling in size.
“That doesn’t seem good.” Helios remarks, a furrow forming on his brow as he observes the creature’s sudden transformation.
The creature’s gaze shifts from Hunter to you, its once-curious eyes now narrowing as it starts baring its teeth. A low growl emanates from deep within, setting an uneasy tone in the air.
As the group exchanges glances, the creature’s metamorphosis takes an alarming turn. It begins to grow, expanding in size with each passing second. The forest echoes with the cracking sounds of branches giving way under the creature’s newfound bulk.
Unbeknownst to you, the others have wisely moved away from the unfolding spectacle.
A painful headache creeps in, an unwelcome intruder that weaves through your consciousness. It isn’t as if you aren’t used to it; headaches are your frequent companions. Worry would grip you if not for the familiar reassurance that they disperse after a few minutes.
“$name!” you hear Hunter’s urgent voice as $H_heshe grabs your arms, pulling you away from the growing creature.
You wince, trying to shake off the discomfort as the rhythmic throb continues. The unfolding problem in the forest feels distant, eclipsed momentarily by the relentless drumbeat within your own skull.
When you look up from where you are now sitting on the ground, you see the beast. It has reached a height that rivals the towering trees of the forest.
[[Continue|ch3-H78]]The release of a bowstring cuts through the air, followed by the distinct sound of an arrow in flight. The forest holds its breath for a moment, and then the colossal creature roars, shaking the very foundation of the forest with its mighty bellow.
“$name, are you alright?” You hear Hunter ask.
The question lingers, unanswered, as if the words themselves might intensify the throbbing.
“Stay here.”
Why did you have to get one of these headaches right at this moment?
Helios and Hunter leap into action, unsheathing their swords with swift precision.
The two of them engage the colossal creature with their swords, skillfully dodging its powerful swipes. Soarine, positioned farther away, takes aim with her bow, sending arrows with deadly accuracy towards vulnerable spots.
“Helios, aim for the neck!” Soarine’s voice pierces through the tumult, her command cutting through the chaotic sounds of battle. Helios briefly glances in her direction, acknowledging the advice.
Due to all of the noise, other participants have arrived at the scene, you can hear them murmuring.
“What in the world is that?”
“How do we kill it?”
“This isn’t normal.”
The urgency in their voices mirrors the escalating tension within the forest as the creature thrashes and roars.
You can no longer remain a passive observer; the relentless headache urges you to act. With a determined resolve, you push yourself to your feet, ignoring the persistent pain that pulses through your head. <<if $strength lt 45>>Even if you aren’t strong enough.<</if>>
<<if $strength gte 45>><<if $blades gt $bows>>Determined, you draw your sword, the glinting steel reflecting the dire situation at hand.
With newfound resolve, you join the ranks of those combating the colossal creature.<<else>>Gripping your bow, you pull out an arrow, the familiar weight of the weapon in your hands bringing a sense of purpose. With a deep breath, you take aim at a strategic angle, aligning your shot with the advice Soarine had given to Helios.
You release the arrow, and it finds its mark, striking a vulnerable point on the creature. The colossal beast roars in agony, momentarily distracted from Helios and Hunter.<</if>><<else>>You aren’t used to battle nor have you trained much in your life nonetheless your hands grip the bow and you pull out an arrow, the weight of the weapon in your hands bringing a sense of purpose. With a deep breath, you do your best to take aim at a strategic angle, aligning your shot with the advice Soarine had given to Helios.
You release the arrow, and it does not find its mark, striking the creature in its foot instead. The colossal beast roars in agony, momentarily distracted from Helios and Hunter.<</if>>
Soarine continues to unleash a barrage of arrows, creating openings for the others, while Helios retreats for a moment, searching for an opening.
As the battle reaches its crescendo, the creature’s defenses weaken, and Helios seizes the opportunity.
With a powerful swing, his sword finds its mark, striking the creature’s neck with a precision that leaves no room for doubt.
The blood of the creature splatters through the cut, rushing out, covering Helios and the people around him completely.
The beast falls to the ground, making the earth itself quake.
You stagger, the headache making you more vulnerable, and fall to your knees.
The ground beneath you keeps trembling in resonance with the beastly impact. A chorus of screams erupts from the surrounding area, a cacophony of fear that pierces the air.
The ground stops trembling, and you hear people sighing with relief.
“I killed it.”
The voice, calm and confident, pierces through the air.
[[Continue|ch3-H78a]]His clothes are stained red, you notice, his long white hair also tainted with blood.
You feel small, sitting on the ground. He’s far away but you can hardly breathe.
“I win.”
The victorious statement is punctuated by light blue eyes, landing on you.
And suddenly you are back in that hallway, warmth of fire all around you, your brother left behind, hearing him laugh after he murdered your family.
A chill runs down your spine, and the forest seems to close in, trapping you in a haunting past. The figure before you, cloaked in blood-stained attire, blurs the lines between past and present.
Your breath quickens, caught in the grip of a panic that claws at the edges of your consciousness.
The face, hauntingly familiar yet distinctly different, holds your gaze. You try to distinguish the features, but the haze of trauma clouds your perception. The crimson stains on his attire seem to pulse with an unsettling rhythm, echoing the memories that haunt you.
As he takes a step closer, the air becomes suffocating.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mumble, “No... no…”|ch3-H79]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Close your eyes, “It’s not him… It’s not him.”|ch3-H79]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Just breathe.|ch3-H79]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your ears, “Don’t hurt me!”|ch3-H79]]</span>Helios stands momentarily bewildered by your reaction. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice reaching you as if through a thick fog.
The overlapping images of Luceris and the blood-stained figure play on a loop in your mind, rewriting the present moment with the echoes of a nightmarish past.
“Get away from me!”
The words burst forth, a desperate plea tinged with panic. You glance at him. How unfortunate it is that he looks like his father.
You stand up, composing yourself, “I need to go,” you say, the urgency in your voice matching the accelerated pace of your steps, walking without a destination.
You find a secluded spot, deeper into the forest, seeking temporary refuge from the dissonance of the present and the haunting echoes of the past.
//“You overreacted back there, you know?”//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Groan, “He looked just like him.”|ch3-H79c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Roll your eyes, “Easy to say when you’re not here.”|ch3-H79a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “...Perhaps.”|ch3-H79b]]</span>You roll your eyes, “Easy to say when you’re not here.”
//“...Are you mad at me?”//
You sigh, “I could never be angry at you.”
At least everyone was panicking back then, so they most likely didn’t notice what happened.
The secluded spot offers a momentary reprieve, the air filled with the soothing sounds of nature.
As the tranquility wraps around you, someone coughs, a sound that interrupts the calm like a gentle ripple.
You turn to your side, and there he is – Vincent. His emerald green eyes meet yours, framed by tousled brown hair.
His disheveled appearance and the splatters of blood on his clothes tell you that he had been there fighting the beast as well.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want, soldier?”|ch3-H80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re covered in blood, it smells.”|ch3-H80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?”|ch3-H80]]</span>You groan, “He looked just like him.”
//“He’s not Luceris.”//
“I know that.”
At least everyone was panicking back then, so they most likely didn’t notice what happened.
The secluded spot offers a momentary reprieve, the air filled with the soothing sounds of nature.
As the tranquility wraps around you, someone coughs, a sound that interrupts the calm like a gentle ripple.
You turn to your side, and there he is – Vincent. His emerald green eyes meet yours, framed by tousled brown hair.
His disheveled appearance and the splatters of blood on his clothes tell you that he had been there fighting the beast as well.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want, soldier?”|ch3-H80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re covered in blood, it smells.”|ch3-H80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?”|ch3-H80]]</span>You sigh, “...Perhaps.”
//“You always did have a flair for the dramatic.”//
“Alright, I get it.”
At least everyone was panicking back then, so they most likely didn’t notice what happened.
The secluded spot offers a momentary reprieve, the air filled with the soothing sounds of nature.
As the tranquility wraps around you, someone coughs, a sound that interrupts the calm like a gentle ripple.
You turn to your side, and there he is – Vincent. His emerald green eyes meet yours, framed by tousled brown hair.
His disheveled appearance and the splatters of blood on his clothes tell you that he had been there fighting the beast as well.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want, soldier?”|ch3-H80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re covered in blood, it smells.”|ch3-H80]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes?”|ch3-H80]]</span>“I have to speak to you.” He says.
You nod, confused on what he has to say to you, “What is it?”
“You will have to follow my rules when we leave. You will have to inform me when and where you go, and—”
<span class="choice-normal">[[What is he talking about?|ch3-H80a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[This is the exact moment you realize he looks better with his mouth shut. ❤️🔥|ch3-P81a][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 50)]]</span>“Wait,” you interject, the sudden imposition of rules catching you off guard. "What are you talking about?”
“What?”
“What?”
He looks surprised for a moment, caught off guard by your confusion, before reverting to his usual blank expression. “You don’t know,” he states, his voice neutral.
You blink, staring at him as he states the obvious, awaiting an explanation that remains elusive.
He clarifies, “I will be your personal guard for the following month.”
“What? Why?” you ask, a mixture of surprise and skepticism coloring your words.
“You should ask his Majesty, the emperor,” Vincent replies cryptically, leaving you with more questions than answers.
Vincent bows with an air of formality, not giving you a reply, before turning on his heel, his steps taking him away into the dappled shadows of the forest.
At this moment, all you know is that you need to find Luceris.
Pushing through the dense foliage, you follow the winding path that leads back to the encampment, your mind buzzing with unanswered questions.
As you enter the bustling area, you ignore the curious glances from fellow nobles and knights as they look at your disheveled appearance, your sole focus on finding Luceris.
[[Continue|ch3-82]]King Faang’s eyes seem to reflect a distant nostalgia as he begins to share insights about your father.
“Your father,” he starts, his voice carrying a certain warmth, “was a kind and compassionate man. A bit timid, perhaps, but in a world where strength often overshadows goodness, his genuine nature was a rarity.”
As you absorb the words, King Faang continues, “We were good friends, your father and I. I admired him greatly. He had a way of seeing the beauty in the world, even in its darkest corners. It was a quality that inspired those around him.”
A thoughtful pause lingers before he adds, “Things changed a bit after he married your mother.” King Faang’s expression becomes more guarded, leaving the implication open-ended.
It’s a subtle dance between words, and the curiosity intensifies within you, urging you to dig further into the complexities of your family’s histor.
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a")>>[[“What was my mother like?”|ch3-82b]]<<else>><s>“What was my mother like?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b")>>[[“Why did my mother’s family aid Luceris in his revenge?”|ch3-82c]]<<else>><s>“Why did my mother’s family aid Luceris in his revenge?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c")>>[[“What was Catalina like?”|ch3-82d]]<<else>><s>“What was Catalina like?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82d")>>[[“Do you believe my family did it?”|ch3-82e]]<<else>><s>Do you believe my family did it?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82e")>>[[“I don’t have any more questions.”|ch3-82f]]<<else>><s>“I don’t have any more questions.”</s><</if>></span>King Faang pauses for a moment, his eyes reflecting a distant memory. “I didn’t know your mother well,” he admits, his tone carrying a touch of regret. “But she was a remarkable woman. Intelligent, with a way about her that made things come easily. Always draped in the most luxurious clothing – she had a taste for the finer things in life.”
A soft chuckle escapes him as he adds, “Interestingly, my daughter, Soarine, reminds me a bit of her.”
“What was their relationship like? My mother and father’s?”
King Faang’s eyes light up with a fond reminiscence. “They were deeply in love, and it was evident in every interaction. Your father, he was completely smitten. It brought me joy to see my friend so happy.”
He pauses, the weight of memories lingering in the air. “Your mother, being the daughter of a powerful family, added another layer to their union. It strengthened the kingdom… or at least it should have.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b")>>[[“Why did my mother’s family aid Luceris in his revenge?”|ch3-82c]]<<else>><s>“Why did my mother’s family aid Luceris in his revenge?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c")>>[[“What was Catalina like?”|ch3-82d]]<<else>><s>“What was Catalina like?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82d")>>[[“Do you believe my family did it?”|ch3-82e]]<<else>><s>Do you believe my family did it?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82e")>>[[“I don’t have any more questions.”|ch3-82f]]<<else>><s>“I don’t have any more questions.”</s><</if>></span>“That’s something that still perplexes me,” he confesses, a furrow forming on his brow. “Why your mother’s family chose to aid Luceris in his revenge, helping him orchestrate the tragic end of your family... It’s a puzzle that remains unsolved.”
His gaze shifts to the ground briefly, as if searching for answers in the soil beneath his feet. “Why they aligned themselves with Luceris in such a destructive manner is beyond my understanding.”
“Now,” King Faang adds with a rueful shake of his head, “with your family gone, only Luceris holds the key to that dark chapter. He alone knows the reason.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c")>>[[“What was Catalina like?”|ch3-82d]]<<else>><s>“What was Catalina like?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82d")>>[[“Do you believe my family did it?”|ch3-82e]]<<else>><s>Do you believe my family did it?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82e")>>[[“I don’t have any more questions.”|ch3-82f]]<<else>><s>“I don’t have any more questions.”</s><</if>></span>“I didn’t have the chance to interact with your sister, Catalina, often,” he begins, his voice carrying a trace of nostalgia. “But the times I did, she left a lasting impression. Catalina was gentle, much like your father.”
A hint of a smile graces King Faang’s features as he recalls the past. “Your mother, she was remarkably protective of Catalina, especially during the early years of her life. Catalina didn’t appear in public much during that time due to that.”
He continues, “As Catalina grew older, she assumed a significant role in caring for your siblings. It seemed like she spent almost every day tending to their needs, unless she embarked on one of her rare trips. I recall Luceris mentioning that your two eldest brothers, in particular, were like her shadows. Where she went, they went.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82d")>>[[“Do you believe my family did it?”|ch3-82e]]<<else>><s>Do you believe my family did it?”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82e")>>[[“I don’t have any more questions.”|ch3-82f]]<<else>><s>“I don’t have any more questions.”</s><</if>></span>A deep, contemplative sigh escapes your lips as you process the details of what you were just told.
The encampment buzzes with life around you, yet in this moment, the world seems to slow as you grapple with the complexity of emotions and revelations.
King Faang watches you with a knowing expression, his eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and sympathy.
Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you finally lift your gaze to meet King Faang’s. “Thank you for sharing. I need to find Luceris now, to understand a bit more.”
King Faang nods, “May your path lead you to the answers you seek.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“He must be in his tent, he isn’t too fond of events full of people.”
A sense of purpose propels you forward, and with a nod, you turn away from the tent and the lively gathering within.
[[Continue|ch3-83]]King Faang’s gaze shifts,a moment of contemplative silence hangs in the air before he hesitantly responds, “Yes.”
He clears his throat, choosing his words carefully. “Your family loved Catalina deeply. I believe they would have done anything to make her happy and protect her. In their eyes, she was their precious daughter, and their allegiance to her could have clouded their judgment. Even so, their fates were too cruel.”
King Faang continues, “From the moment Catalina was born, she was destined to marry into Rosean royalty. Even her name, Catalina, echoes the name of the god Roseans worship. Perhaps she felt a sense of destiny imposed upon her, a path she didn’t choose but was thrust into. And then to have that path taken from her… I am certain it wasn’t easy, especially for someone as gentle and kind as her.”
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-82a", "ch3-82b", "ch3-82c", "ch3-82e")>>[[“I don’t have any more questions.”|ch3-82f]]<<else>><s>“I don’t have any more questions.”</s><</if>></span>As you approach the designated area, the lively sounds of the encampment gradually fade, replaced by the hushed whispers of the forest.
Finally reaching Luceris’ tent, you take a moment to steady yourself.
The canvas flaps gently in the breeze, and you announce your presence before entering. “Luceris.”
He responds from within, “Enter.”
Upon entering, you find Luceris reclining on his bed, his gaze fixed on the tent’s ceiling. The subtle play of shadows dances across his features as you approach.
“Why did I just discover I have a personal guard for the month who just happens to be Vincent?” you demand.
Luceris rises from his position, now sitting with an air of nonchalance. “Ah,” he smiles, an enigmatic glint in his eyes, “I was planning on telling you tomorrow.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You better tell me right now before I skin you alive.”|ch3-83a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I know now so tell me now.”|ch3-83a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate.|ch3-83a]]</span>Luceris’ gaze flickers around the tent, avoiding your eyes as if the weight of his decision burdens him. His sigh is a prelude to a revelation, and your anticipation tightens the air between you.
“Luceris?” You press.
He finally meets your eyes, and the gravity of his words echoes in the silence. “You’re going to Vesphire.”
The proclamation hangs in the air, an unexpected twist that catches you off guard. Time seems to freeze momentarily, allowing the weight of his words to sink in.
“What?”
He repeats himself, “You’re going to Vesphire.”
The implications of this decision unravel in your mind, leaving you stunned, grappling with the sudden turn of events. “Are you serious?” you inquire, your words struggling to keep up with the whirlwind of thoughts in your head.
“Yes, I am serious. You’ll be going there for a month. I decided on this, and as always, the council does not get a say in this.”
The unexpected directive leaves you searching for words. “You want to send me there?”
Luceris sighs, weariness etched across his features, and he rubs the back of his neck as if contemplating the consequences of his choice. “Want is a strong word,” he admits. “Let’s just say my son has gone into his rebellious stage in life, and I am simply a father who lost a wager.”
“Helios? What does he have to do with this? What wager?”
Luceris chuckles, a sound that holds both amusement and weariness. “One question at a time, bird,” he quips. “I told him if he won the hunt, I would allow it. You’ve surely heard of the environmental troubles plaguing Vesphire.”
How could you not? Vesphire is usually mentioned in connection to that or your family.
Ever since a few years ago, the temperature there has been steadily dropping, causing severe snowstorms and upsetting the delicate balance of the world.
He continues, “He wants you to go there due to whispers suggesting that your presence will calm the environment and restore balance. We haven’t found the cause, so he wants to try everything.” Then he frowns, “And there are whispers of the Worshipers of Sahira executing their activities there since... well, since what happened.” He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours. “You know who I am speaking of, correct?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, you have read a lot about it.|ch3-84a][$knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 5, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tilt your head, it sounds familiar but you’re not entirely sure.|ch3-84b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, you don’t recall such a name.|ch3-84c]]</span>You nod, “I do. The Worshipers of Sahira are people who believe that the people with eyes that are the signature of the gods must die to bring the gods back.”
Luceris smiles, a mix of acknowledgment and a hint of pride. “Aren’t you a smart bird?”
He continues, “Princess Soarine was attacked a few months ago. We believe it was done by them.”
“How do you know it was them?”
“The letter that was left behind that she found, it makes sense that it was them.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know if they want to murder you, I will join them, right?”|ch3-85a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s scary. Why are you sending me there when I can be safe here?”|ch3-85b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you want me to die? Vincent would rather die than protect me.”|ch3-85c]]</span>You tilt your head, “Well I certainly remember hearing that name.”
Luceris lets out another heavy sigh, “The Worshipers of Sahira,” he begins, the weight of the words evident in his voice. “They believe in a disturbing prophecy. They think that those with eyes that bear the signature of the gods must perish to bring the gods back.”
He continues, “Princess Soarine was attacked a few months ago. We believe it was done by them.”
“How do you know it was them?”
“The letter that was left behind that she found, it makes sense that it was them.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know if they want to murder you, I will join them, right?”|ch3-85a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s scary. Why are you sending me there when I can be safe here?”|ch3-85b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you want me to die? Vincent would rather die than protect me.”|ch3-85c]]</span>You shake your head, “No.”
Luceris lets out another heavy sigh, “The Worshipers of Sahira,” he begins, the weight of the words evident in his voice. “They believe in a disturbing prophecy. They think that those with eyes that bear the signature of the gods must perish to bring the gods back.”
He continues, “Princess Soarine was attacked a few months ago. We believe it was done by them.”
“How do you know it was them?”
“The letter that was left behind that she found, it makes sense that it was them.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You know if they want to murder you, I will join them, right?”|ch3-85a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s scary. Why are you sending me there when I can be safe here?”|ch3-85b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Do you want me to die? Vincent would rather die than protect me.”|ch3-85c]]</span>You raise an eyebrow, “You know if they want to murder you, I will join them, right?”
Luceris rolls his eyes, “They want to kill you too, bird.”
“At least you will be gone from my sight.”
Luceris laughs, “Just stay with Vincent, alright? You’ll be safe that way. I am sending you for the environmental issues, not the worshippers.”
“Why him? Out of everyone, you picked him?” You ask, looking at him as if he has grown seven heads.
Luceris meets your questioning gaze, "There aren’t skilled knights available right now who can perform the task as efficiently,” he explains, his voice carrying a matter-of-fact tone. “And remember, he’s not meant to be your Shield; think of him more as a guard dog – meant to deter and, if necessary, bite.”
He stands up, stretching his arms as he speaks, “Vincent is a seasoned soldier who has tasted the bitterness of war. He can protect you effectively, and he’s a professional. Emotions won’t cloud his judgment; he won’t let personal feelings get in the way.”
You’ve seen Vincent’s face many times before, it is always cold and detached in front of you but tends to treat you politely. And even if you argue with Luceris he won’t change his mind.
A sense of reluctant acceptance begins to settle in the air.
“This isn’t a decision I take lightly, but circumstances demand it. Vesphire is a place you’ll need to navigate carefully. Vincent is your best chance at staying safe.”
He meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a complexity of emotions. “I trust him to ensure your safety. Just stay close to him, and you should be fine.”
As the conversation concludes, Luceris attempts to dismiss you, mentioning Lancelot’s imminent return with lunch. The subtle gesture suggests he’s tired, longing for solitude.
However, your mind remains entangled with unanswered questions. Drawing from your recent conversation with King Faang, you decide to inquire, “Why did my mother’s family aid you in your revenge?”
[[Continue|ch3-86]]You frown, “That’s scary. Why are you sending me there when I can be safe here?”
Luceris sighs, “You will be fine, Vincent will be there with you. Just stay with Vincent, alright? You’ll be safe that way. I am sending you for the environmental issues, not the worshippers.”
“Why him? Out of everyone, you picked him?” You ask, looking at him as if he has grown seven heads.
Luceris meets your questioning gaze, "There aren’t skilled knights available right now who can perform the task as efficiently,” he explains, his voice carrying a matter-of-fact tone. “And remember, he’s not meant to be your Shield; think of him more as a guard dog – meant to deter and, if necessary, bite.”
He stands up, stretching his arms as he speaks, “Vincent is a seasoned soldier who has tasted the bitterness of war. He can protect you effectively, and he’s a professional. Emotions won’t cloud his judgment; he won’t let personal feelings get in the way.”
You’ve seen Vincent’s face many times before, it is always cold and detached in front of you but tends to treat you politely. And even if you argue with Luceris he won’t change his mind.
A sense of reluctant acceptance begins to settle in the air.
“This isn’t a decision I take lightly, but circumstances demand it. Vesphire is a place you’ll need to navigate carefully. Vincent is your best chance at staying safe.”
He meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a complexity of emotions. “I trust him to ensure your safety. Just stay close to him, and you should be fine.”
As the conversation concludes, Luceris attempts to dismiss you, mentioning Lancelot’s imminent return with lunch. The subtle gesture suggests he’s tired, longing for solitude.
However, your mind remains entangled with unanswered questions. Drawing from your recent conversation with King Faang, you decide to inquire, “Why did my mother’s family aid you in your revenge?”
[[Continue|ch3-86]]You glare at him, “Do you want me to die? Vincent would rather die than protect me.”
Luceris sighs, “You will be fine, Vincent will be there with you. Just stay with Vincent, alright? You’ll be safe that way. I am sending you for the environmental issues, not the worshippers.”
“Why him? Out of everyone, you picked him?” You ask, looking at him as if he has grown seven heads.
Luceris meets your questioning gaze, "There aren’t skilled knights available right now who can perform the task as efficiently,” he explains, his voice carrying a matter-of-fact tone. “And remember, he’s not meant to be your Shield; think of him more as a guard dog – meant to deter and, if necessary, bite.”
He stands up, stretching his arms as he speaks, “Vincent is a seasoned soldier who has tasted the bitterness of war. He can protect you effectively, and he’s a professional. Emotions won’t cloud his judgment; he won’t let personal feelings get in the way.”
You’ve seen Vincent’s face many times before, it is always cold and detached in front of you but tends to treat you politely. And even if you argue with Luceris he won’t change his mind.
A sense of reluctant acceptance begins to settle in the air.
“This isn’t a decision I take lightly, but circumstances demand it. Vesphire is a place you’ll need to navigate carefully. Vincent is your best chance at staying safe.”
He meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a complexity of emotions. “I trust him to ensure your safety. Just stay close to him, and you should be fine.”
As the conversation concludes, Luceris attempts to dismiss you, mentioning Lancelot’s imminent return with lunch. The subtle gesture suggests he’s tired, longing for solitude.
However, your mind remains entangled with unanswered questions. Drawing from your recent conversation with King Faang, you decide to inquire, “Why did my mother’s family aid you in your revenge?”
[[Continue|ch3-86]]Luceris sighs, a mixture of frustration and reluctance evident in his voice. “I’ve already told you what needs to be said.”
“No, you haven’t,” you persist, frustration tinging your own words. “You provided a list of supporters, accused my sister of poisoning, mentioned my mother’s family assisting you that night, but you stopped there. Why did they help? What transpired after you entered? And where is my sister now?”
Luceris, visibly irritated, runs his fingers through his hair. “Is that really important? I killed your family, $name. Isn’t that enough? Why do the details matter?”
“Why can’t you just tell me everything?” you retort. “Must I uncover everything on my own?”
“I shared what matters. The rest is irrelevant,” he retorts dismissively. Then, with a scoff, he adds, “Fine, I don’t know why they helped me nor do I know where your sister is right now. What I do know is that I entered your home, went into your parents’ chambers, and I stood there as your mother pleaded for mercy, begging me to stop. Is that the grisly detail you seek?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Slap him.|ch3-86a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your ears, tears falling from your eyes.|ch3-86b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Grit your teeth, glaring at him.|ch3-86c]]</span>Without thinking, your hand reacts on its own accord, delivering a resounding slap across his face.
The tent falls into a tense silence as he stares at you, a mix of surprise and stoic acceptance in his eyes.
After a moment, Luceris finally speaks, his voice cold and measured. “If you truly wish to uncover every answer, $name, you’ll have to navigate those shadows on your own.” He meets your gaze unwaveringly, refusing to divulge any more than he already has.
As the weight of the revelation lingers, he issues a stern command, “Leave.”
“You’re the worst.” You say.
The air seems to tighten around you, and you find yourself walking toward the exit.
Outside, the quietude wraps around you like a comforting shroud, and an unexpected calm permeates the air. A gentle breeze whispers through the surroundings, carrying with it a momentary reprieve.
Feeling the tension ease, you place your palms on your face and take a deep breath, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. It’s a conscious effort to center yourself, to calm the storm of emotions stirred by Luceris’ words.
“Your Majesty?”
As soon as you finish speaking to the father, the son appears. No longer drenched in blood, his hair glistens slightly damp, suggesting a recent bath has washed away the dreadful traces of it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What now? I swear no one here leaves me alone.”|ch3-87a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Put a smile on your face as you turn to face him.|ch3-87b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go away.”|ch3-87c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your whole face, “Could you not look at me right now? I look terrible.”|ch3-87d]]</span>You cover your ears, attempting to shut out his words.
Tears stream down your face, a mixture of sorrow and anger consuming you. Luceris watches your emotional turmoil with an unreadable expression, a silence settling between you.
After a moment, Luceris finally speaks, his voice cold and measured. “If you truly wish to uncover every answer, $name, you’ll have to navigate those shadows on your own.” He meets your gaze unwaveringly, refusing to divulge any more than he already has.
“You’re the worst.” You say.
As the weight of the revelation lingers, he adds, “Leave, get something to eat as well.”
The air seems to tighten around you, and you find yourself walking toward the exit.
Outside, the quietude wraps around you like a comforting shroud, and an unexpected calm permeates the air. A gentle breeze whispers through the surroundings, carrying with it a momentary reprieve.
Feeling the tension ease, you place your palms on your face and take a deep breath, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. It’s a conscious effort to center yourself, to calm the storm of emotions stirred by Luceris’ words.
“Your Majesty?”
As soon as you finish speaking to the father, the son appears. No longer drenched in blood, his hair glistens slightly damp, suggesting a recent bath has washed away the dreadful traces of it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What now? I swear no one here leaves me alone.”|ch3-87a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Put a smile on your face as you turn to face him.|ch3-87b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go away.”|ch3-87c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your whole face, “Could you not look at me right now? I look terrible.”|ch3-87d]]</span>Your teeth grit in frustration, eyes fixed on Luceris. He doesn’t respond immediately, maintaining a cold silence as your gaze pierces through the air.
After a moment, Luceris finally speaks, his voice cold and measured. “If you truly wish to uncover every answer, $name, you’ll have to navigate those shadows on your own.” He meets your gaze unwaveringly, refusing to divulge any more than he already has.
“You’re the worst.” You say.
As the weight of the revelation lingers, he adds, “Leave, get something to eat as well.”
The air seems to tighten around you, and you find yourself walking toward the exit.
Outside, the quietude wraps around you like a comforting shroud, and an unexpected calm permeates the air. A gentle breeze whispers through the surroundings, carrying with it a momentary reprieve.
Feeling the tension ease, you place your palms on your face and take a deep breath, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. It’s a conscious effort to center yourself, to calm the storm of emotions stirred by Luceris’ words.
“Your Majesty?”
As soon as you finish speaking to the father, the son appears. No longer drenched in blood, his hair glistens slightly damp, suggesting a recent bath has washed away the dreadful traces of it.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What now? I swear no one here leaves me alone.”|ch3-87a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Put a smile on your face as you turn to face him.|ch3-87b]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go away.”|ch3-87c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your whole face, “Could you not look at me right now? I look terrible.”|ch3-87d]]</span>“What now? I swear no one here leaves me alone,” you mutter, a hint of irritation threading through your words.
Helios hesitates for a second before speaking, “Are you alright?”
“Do I look alright?”
Concern etches his features as he persists, “What’s wrong?”
“Your father is what is wrong,” you retort, a sharp edge to your voice.
Helios’ face falters, a mixture of surprise and nervousness. “Is this about Vesphire?”
Now you understand why he was so determined to win this hunt.
Helios takes a step closer, his tone apologetic. “I apologize if it isn’t what you want<<if $helgiftyes is true>>,and I apologize for not being able to bring you the gift I promised.<<else>>.<</if>> I thought, considering everything that has happened, and the restrictions imposed upon you, you might want to go far away for a while, and Vesphire seemed like the obvious choice.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, it would be too painful.|ch3-88a]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, why should you go to help a nation that does not care for you?|ch3-88b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, you want to see your home again.|ch3-88c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, it is only right to help people if you can.|ch3-88d]]</span>You turn to face him, conjuring a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “Helios.”
Helios hesitates for a second before speaking, “Are you alright?”
“I am, why?”
Concern etches his features as he persists, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much, I just spoke to your father, that’s all.”
Helios’ face falters, a mixture of surprise and nervousness. “Is this about Vesphire?”
Now you understand why he was so determined to win this hunt.
Helios takes a step closer, his tone apologetic. “I apologize if it isn’t what you want<<if $helgiftyes is true>>,and I apologize for not being able to bring you the gift I promised.<<else>>.<</if>> I thought, considering everything that has happened, and the restrictions imposed upon you, you might want to go far away for a while, and Vesphire seemed like the obvious choice.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, it would be too painful.|ch3-88a]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, why should you go to help a nation that does not care for you?|ch3-88b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, you want to see your home again.|ch3-88c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, it is only right to help people if you can.|ch3-88d]]</span>“Go away,” you command, annoyed.
Helios hesitates for a second before speaking, “Are you alright?”
“Do I look alright?”
Concern etches his features as he persists, “What’s wrong?”
“Your father is what is wrong.” you retort, a sharp edge to your voice.
Helios’ face falters, a mixture of surprise and nervousness. “Is this about Vesphire?”
Now you understand why he was so determined to win this hunt.
Helios takes a step closer, his tone apologetic. “I apologize if it isn’t what you want<<if $helgiftyes is true>>,and I apologize for not being able to bring you the gift I promised.<<else>>.<</if>> I thought, considering everything that has happened, and the restrictions imposed upon you, you might want to go far away for a while, and Vesphire seemed like the obvious choice.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, it would be too painful.|ch3-88a]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, why should you go to help a nation that does not care for you?|ch3-88b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, you want to see your home again.|ch3-88c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, it is only right to help people if you can.|ch3-88d]]</span>“Could you not look at me right now? I look terrible.” you reply, your words muffled against your hands.
Helios hesitates for a second before speaking, “Are you alright?”
“Perhaps.”
Concern etches his features as he persists, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much, I just spoke to your father, that’s all.”
Helios’ face falters, a mixture of surprise and nervousness. “Is this about Vesphire?”
Now you understand why he was so determined to win this hunt.
Helios takes a step closer, his tone apologetic. “I apologize if it isn’t what you want<<if $helgiftyes is true>>,and I apologize for not being able to bring you the gift I promised.<<else>>.<</if>> I thought, considering everything that has happened, and the restrictions imposed upon you, you might want to go far away for a while, and Vesphire seemed like the obvious choice.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, it would be too painful.|ch3-88a]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t want to go to Vesphire, why should you go to help a nation that does not care for you?|ch3-88b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, you want to see your home again.|ch3-88c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You want to go to Vesphire, it is only right to help people if you can.|ch3-88d]]</span>You don’t want to go to Vesphire, it would be too painful for you.
Vesphire, once a place of warmth and familial joy, now stands as a painful reminder of your past.
The memories of your family’s death lingers within its walls, etched into the very stones that compose the palace. The wounds are too deep to allow yourself the luxury of revisiting that haunted place.
The idea of walking the halls where once laughter echoed now only conjures the echoing screams of that fateful night.
No, Vesphire is not a destination you can bring yourself to entertain, not now, perhaps not ever. The scars are too raw, and the pain too potent to be revisited willingly.
But the liberty of making such a decision was taken from you, now you have to go.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Stop apologizing, you make me sick.”|ch3-89a][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 7, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“So you did all of this for me? Am I supposed to be thankful? You don’t know me at all…”|ch3-89b][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I appreciate you thinking of me but I don’t want to go there, but now I will have to.”|ch3-89c][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 1, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It doesn’t matter anymore, the decision is made.”|ch3-89d][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 1, 0, 100)]]</span>You don’t want to go to Vesphire, why should you go to help a nation that does not care for you?
The once-reigning family of that nation, your own family, met a tragic end at the hands of Luceris, and the aftermath was a callous silence from the very people they once ruled.
The thought of returning to Vesphire feels like stepping onto unforgiving terrain, a place where your family’s legacy was discarded without remorse. The scars left by the apathy of its people run deep, and the idea of revisiting a realm that had callously turned away from your family’s fate is a bitter pill to swallow.
No, Vesphire is not a destination you can bring yourself to entertain, not now, perhaps not ever. The scars are too raw, and the pain too potent to be revisited willingly.
But the liberty of making such a decision was taken from you, now you have to go.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Stop apologizing, you make me sick.”|ch3-89a][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 7, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“So you did all of this for me? Am I supposed to be thankful? You don’t know me at all…”|ch3-89b][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 3, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I appreciate you thinking of me but I don’t want to go there, but now I will have to.”|ch3-89c][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 1, 0, 100)]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It doesn’t matter anymore, the decision is made.”|ch3-89d][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs - 1, 0, 100)]]</span>You want to go to Vesphire, you want to see your home again.
The weight of the past presses on your shoulders, the pain of losing your family never truly fading.
Despite the ache, there is a strange comfort in the idea of the familiarity of Vesphire. The longing to trace your footsteps, to stand once more in the rooms that witnessed both joy and sorrow, pulls at your heart.
Although the liberty of making such a decision was taken from you, you are happy to go.
You turn your gaze toward Helios, breaking free from the contemplative cocoon of your thoughts.
His eyes, usually radiant, now carry a hint of concern.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch3-89-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You didn’t have to do so much just to get me the opportunity to go there.”|ch3-89-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why are you doing all of this for me?”|ch3-89-a]]</span>You want to go to Vesphire, it is only right to help people if you can.
The once-reigning family of Vesphire, your own family, met a tragic end at the hands of Luceris, and the aftermath was a callous silence from the very people they once ruled.
Even so, the plight of the people resonates with you, stirring a profound sense of duty. You can’t turn a blind eye, not when your family’s history intertwines with the very fabric of the realm, you want to go and help them if possible.
Although the liberty of making such a decision was taken from you, you are happy to go.
You turn your gaze toward Helios, breaking free from the contemplative cocoon of your thoughts.
His eyes, usually radiant, now carry a hint of concern.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch3-89-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You didn’t have to do so much just to get me the opportunity to go there.”|ch3-89-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why are you doing all of this for me?”|ch3-89-a]]</span><<if visited("ch3-52b-e")>><<set $Vincent_rs to 20>><<else>><<set $Vincent_rs to 30>><</if>><<set $characters to "true">><span style="font-weight: 700; color: #a52a2a">[ You have unlocked the Character Codex ]</span>
“Stop apologizing, you make me sick.” you assert, your words tinged with both frustration and an undercurrent of deeper emotions.
Helios, taken aback by your tone, furrows his brows. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought—”
Cutting him off, you continue, “Thought what? I don’t want to hear it. Whatever you thought was wrong.”
He hesitates, searching for words, but your intensity holds him captive.
The silence lingers for a moment until Helios speaks your name in a surprisingly dejected tone, “$name…”
It startles you, in most instances, he addresses you with the formality of your title, a sign of the usual distance he maintains.
Shaking your head, you dismiss his attempt to explain, unwilling to entertain any further discussion.
The soft murmur of the breeze becomes your companion as you walk away, leaving Helios behind with the unspoken words hanging between you.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter Three.|ch4-1-A]]<<if visited("ch3-52b-e")>><<set $Vincent_rs to 20>><<else>><<set $Vincent_rs to 30>><</if>><<set $characters to "true">><span style="font-weight: 700; color: #a52a2a">[ You have unlocked the Character Codex ]</span>
“So you did all of this for me? Am I supposed to be thankful? You don’t know me at all…”
Helios, taken aback by your tone, furrows his brows. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought—”
Cutting him off, you continue, “Thought what? I don’t want to hear it. Whatever you thought was wrong.”
He hesitates, searching for words, but your intensity holds him captive.
The silence lingers for a moment until Helios speaks your name in a surprisingly dejected tone, “$name…”
It startles you, in most instances, he addresses you with the formality of your title, a sign of the usual distance he maintains.
Shaking your head, you dismiss his attempt to explain, unwilling to entertain any further discussion.
The soft murmur of the breeze becomes your companion as you walk away, leaving Helios behind with the unspoken words hanging between you.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter Three.|ch4-1-A]]<<if visited("ch3-52b-e")>><<set $Vincent_rs to 20>><<else>><<set $Vincent_rs to 30>><</if>><<set $characters to "true">><span style="font-weight: 700; color: #a52a2a">[ You have unlocked the Character Codex ]</span>
“I appreciate you thinking of me but I don’t want to go there, but now I will have to.” you express, a hint of resignation laced in your voice.
Helios, sensing the reluctance in your response, leans in slightly. “I didn’t mean to pressure you. If you’re not comfortable—”
“No,” you begin, “Don’t do anything else for me.”
He hesitates, searching for words, but your words hold him captive.
The silence lingers for a moment until Helios speaks your name in a surprisingly dejected tone, “$name…”
It startles you, in most instances, he addresses you with the formality of your title, a sign of the usual distance he maintains.
Shaking your head, you dismiss his attempt to explain, unwilling to entertain any further discussion.
The soft murmur of the breeze becomes your companion as you walk away, leaving Helios behind with the unspoken words hanging between you.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter Three.|ch4-1-A]]<<if visited("ch3-52b-e")>><<set $Vincent_rs to 20>><<else>><<set $Vincent_rs to 30>><</if>><<set $characters to "true">><span style="font-weight: 700; color: #a52a2a">[ You have unlocked the Character Codex ]</span>
“It doesn’t matter anymore, the decision is made.”
Helios, sensing the reluctance in your response, leans in slightly. “I didn’t mean to pressure you. If you’re not comfortable—”
“No,” you begin, “Don’t do anything else for me.”
He hesitates, searching for words, but your words hold him captive.
The silence lingers for a moment until Helios speaks your name in a surprisingly dejected tone, “$name…”
It startles you, in most instances, he addresses you with the formality of your title, a sign of the usual distance he maintains.
Shaking your head, you dismiss his attempt to explain, unwilling to entertain any further discussion.
The soft murmur of the breeze becomes your companion as you walk away, leaving Helios behind with the unspoken words hanging between you.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter Three.|ch4-1-A]]<<if visited("ch3-52b-e")>><<set $Vincent_rs to 20>><<else>><<set $Vincent_rs to 30>><</if>><<set $characters to "true">><span style="font-weight: 700; color: #a52a2a">[ You have unlocked the Character Codex ]</span>
A soft smile plays on his lips. “I didn’t do much,” Helios responds. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”
His sincerity washes over you like a gentle breeze, dispelling the lingering shadows of your encounter with Luceris.
In this moment, in Helios’ presence, you feel a sense of reassurance, a comforting sunbeam breaking through the clouds of uncertainty.
//“You’re going home.”//
Alistair’s voice echoes in your mind, a bittersweet reminder of your deceased brother.
You can’t help but smile a little in response.<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>>
[[End Chapter Three.|ch4-1-B]][ Select the things that have changed for you. ]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Name|ch3newname]]</span> [$name]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Pronouns|ch3newpronouns]]</span>[$they/$them/$theirs]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Gender Identity|ch3newgender]]</span> [$person]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hair Length|newhairlength]]</span> [$hairlength]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Tattoos|newtattoos]]</span> [ <<if $butterflytattoo is "true">>A butterfly tattoo.<</if>><<if $snaketattoo is "true">> A snake tattoo.<</if>><<if $flowertattoo is "true">> A flower tattoo.<</if>><<if $starstattoo is "true">> A stars tattoo.<</if>><<if $flamesleeve is "true">> A flame sleeve tattoo.<</if>><<if $alistairtattoo is "true">> A tattoo of Alistair’s name.<</if>> ]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scars|newscars]]</span> [ <<if $cheekscar is "true">>A scar across your cheek.<</if>><<if $eyebrowscar is "true">> A scar on your eyebrow.<</if>><<if $lipscar is "true">> A scar on your lips.<</if>><<if $facescars is "true">> A few scars on your face.<</if>> ]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Done!|ch3-17]]</span><<message 'View suggestions of gender-neutral names' btn>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Aza|ch3-16-5][$name to "Aza"]]</span> //comfort and powerful//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Caelon|ch3-16-5][$name to "Caelon"]]</span> //strong warrior//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Aiden|ch3-16-5][$name to "Aiden"]]</span> //little fire//
<</message>>
<<message 'View suggestions of female names' btn>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Aziza|ch3-16-5][$name to "Aziza"]]</span> //beloved and mighty//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Melisande|ch3-16-5][$name to "Melisande"]]</span> //strong and determined//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Seraphine|ch3-16-5][$name to "Seraphine"]]</span> //fiery one//
<</message>>
<<message 'View suggestions of male names' btn>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Kaden|ch3-16-5][$name to "Kaden"]]</span> //fighter//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Gideon|ch3-16-5][$name to "Gideon"]]</span> //mighty warrior//
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ezekiel|ch3-16-5][$name to "Ezekiel"]]</span> //strenght of god//
<</message>>
<<message '♡ Insert your very own custom name' btn>>
<<textbox "$name" "">>
<<link "Confirm Name">><<if $name is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please enter a name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Helios">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Hunter">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Soarine">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Fadiya">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Vincent">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Lancelot">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Luceris">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Ikram">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Catalina">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Farah">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Iku">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Eadred">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Eadith">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $name is "Naima">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<else>>
<<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>>
<<run Engine.play("ch3-16-5")>>
<</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span>
<</message>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return without changes.|ch3-16-5]]</span><div style="font-weight:500;font-style:italic">Enter your answers in lowercase or pick a preset.</div><<nobr>><<if $pronounset>><span style="text-transform: capitalize;">$they, $them, $theirs</span><</if>><</nobr>>
<span id="autofill">
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" "they">><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" "them">><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" "their">><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" "theirs">><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false>>
<<option "Yes" true selected>><</listbox>>
</span>
''Presets:'' <<link "they/them">>
<<set $they to "they">> <<set $them to "them">> <<set $their to "their">> <<set $theirs to "theirs">> <<set $plur = true>> <<set $They to "They">> <<set $Them = "Them">> <<set $Their = "Their">> <<set $Theirs = "Theirs">> <<set $plur = true>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false>>
<<option "Yes" true selected>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>> • <<link "he/him">>
<<set $they = "he">> <<set $them = "him">> <<set $their = "his">> <<set $theirs = "his">> <<set $They = "He">> <<set $Them = "Him">> <<set $Their = "His">> <<set $Theirs = "His">> <<set $plur = false>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false selected>>
<<option "Yes" true>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>> • <<link "she/her">>
<<set $they = "she">> <<set $them = "her">> <<set $their = "her">> <<set $theirs = "hers">> <<set $They = "She">> <<set $Them = "Her">> <<set $Their = "Hers">> <<set $Theirs = "Hers">> <<set $plur = false>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false selected>>
<<option "Yes" true>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>>
[[Confirm|ch3-16-5]]
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return without changes.|ch3-16-5]]</span>
<<set $pronounset = true>><span class="choice-normal"><<link "woman" "ch3-16-5">><<set $child to "girl">><<set $person to "woman">><<set $princess to "princess">><<set $daughter to "daughter">><<set $sister to "sister">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "man" "ch3-16-5">><<set $child to "boy">><<set $person to "man">><<set $princess to "prince">><<set $daughter to "son">><<set $sister to "brother">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<link "person" "ch3-16-5">><<set $child to "child">><<set $person to "person">><<set $princess to "royal">><<set $daughter to "child">><<set $sister to "sibling">><</link>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return without changes.|ch3-16-5]]</span><span class="choice-normal">[[very short|ch3-16-5][$hairlength to "very short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[short|ch3-16-5][$hairlength to "short"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[shoulder-length|ch3-16-5][$hairlength to "shoulder-length"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[waist length|ch3-16-5][$hairlength to "waist length"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[hip length|ch3-16-5][$hairlength to "hip length"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return without changes.|ch3-16-5]]</span>With your $hairlength $hairtext $haircolor hair, and $skintone skin, not to mention those captivating crimson eyes, you truly are a mesmerizing sight, unlike any Vesphirian has witnessed in generations.
[[Continue|Prns]][You can come back and choose more!]
<span class="choice-normal">[[A butterfly on the back of your neck.|ch3-16-5][$butterflytattoo to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A snake climbing up your thigh.|ch3-16-5][$snaketattoo to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A little flower on your pinky finger.|ch3-16-5][$flowertattoo to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A few stars on your right arm.|ch3-16-5][$starstattoo to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A flame sleeve tattoo.|ch3-16-5][$flamesleeve to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Alistair written on your right arm.|ch3-16-5][$alistairtattoo to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return without changes.|ch3-16-5]]</span>You stare down at the food, your stomach churning. You don’t have an appetite, not after everything that has happened.
You’re not sure how you managed to eat in the last couple of days. The spoon feels heavy in your hand, and you stare at the food in front of you without any interest.
“I can’t do this,” you whisper, “I can’t pretend that everything is okay. I can’t eat when my family is….”
“You don’t have to eat,” he says, “But you need to take care of yourself. You’re important, and your well-being matters.”
He reaches across the table and takes your hand in his, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
“Please, just try. You need to keep your strength up.”
You shake your head, feeling defeated. It’s as if everything is too much, and you can’t handle even the simplest tasks. The weight of everything that has happened is bearing down on you, and it is suffocating.
He doesn’t say anything else, just sits there with you, his hand on yours, offering his support.
[[Continue|22-0]]“Please…”
A plea reaches your ears and you can’t help but scream while Alistair is frozen to the spot.
It’s a soldier, you figure out, when you squint your eyes and you manage to see past the smoke the horrifying sight. She’s covered in blood, her torso stabbed more times than you can count, the blood flows from her to the ground and soon enough it reaches your toes.
You move away as you stare at her face, unable to look away. It’s a horrifying sight to see, you’re not sure what is happening to her, the light seems to dim as she tries to speak up, her face is losing color but still looks glowing from the flames that don’t stop taking everything in its path.
You can’t stand there any longer so you pull Alistair away before the memory is deeply ingrained in your head but something tells you that it already is. You won’t be forgetting her face any time soon.
Both of you are uncharacteristically quiet as you walk, the smoke is getting to you and the heat makes you sweat more than the sunny days here in Vesphire ever could.
The flames consume everything and turn it to ashes, the heat radiating outward is so painful and the way it spreads makes you think it takes joy in the destruction.
The building is starting to fall apart, you realize this when one of the chandeliers falls right in front of you, it makes your body stiffen and makes your heart beat faster.
At least you have a hand to grip at this moment, at least you’re not alone like the numerous soldiers you’ve come across. Some plead for help while others stare at you with lifeless eyes.
[[Continue|wakeup2]]A crash then a scream catches your attention and you look back at where your brother is but he’s laying on the ground instead of standing beside you.
He’s under one of the chandeliers, it feels like your heart stopped for a moment as you take in the scene.
It fell on Alistair’s side since he had managed to get out of the way before it fell right on top of him. You try to push it off with all your strength but it’s not enough.
“Alistair?” you ask out loud, you nudge him and then look at your fingers and they are slightly bloody. “Hey, hey. Get up, we have to go.”
You shake him harder this time trying to hold your panic in and you finally hear a moan filled with pain.
“You’re right, you’re right.” he says in response, more to himself than you. You help him and make him lean against you, his arm is around your shoulders while your arm is around his waist and you begin to walk again despite the gaping wound in his stomach.
The steps are harder to take as you move forward, you should be close to the chambers now or at least you think you are.
“$name.”
“Yes?” You’re feeling slightly dizzy, you blame the smoke and all that is happening. You still don’t understand why your home is burning down nor why there are so many dead soldiers nor do you understand why Alistair pushes himself off of you and gives you his usual smile.
“I think I’ll go back to find our brother.” he tells you, “I’m worried about him, we should’ve stopped at his room but we didn’t and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Alright, I’ll come with you then.” you tell him with a small smile as you hold out your arm for him to grab onto.
“No, $name.” He loses his smile for a moment but then it’s there on his face again, “We are quite close, one of us should go check on our parents.”
His reasoning makes sense to you but it also doesn’t, there’s a pit in your stomach that’s making you feel sicker as he talks.
“We should stick together, Alistair.” You try to reason with him but he shakes his head, his lips trembling.
“I’ll be with you soon, alright?” He smiles at you before slowly closing his arms around you in a hug, it’s weak and doesn’t feel right in any way which makes the tears that you have been trying to hold fall. “Be careful, $sister.”
[[Continue|lucerisdebut]]<<if $updateApplied isnot "true">><<set $knowledge to Math.clamp($knowledge + 35, 0, 100)>><<set $strength to Math.clamp($strength - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $updateApplied to "true">><</if>><div style="font-size: x-large;font-weigh:400;text-align:center;font-style:italic">Katarsis, 1453</div><<set $age to 20>>
The first glimmers of dawn haven’t danced in the sky yet.
But you find yourself already wide awake, perched atop your bed, a notebook nestled in your lap. The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts a gentle hue on the pages awaiting your thoughts.
About five years ago, you had a memorable conversation with Lady Naima, whose counsel still resonates within you like a persistent whisper. In that exchange, she adviced you to commit your innermost thoughts and feelings to a journal. She encouraged you to capture every emotion, sentiment, and notion, meticulously inscribing them upon the pages.
<<if visited("48-2") + visited("48-3") is 1>>//“Perhaps incinerating everything in sight isn’t the healthiest way to live.”//<<else>>//“Keeping everything inside isn’t good for you.”//<</if>>
With most of the world wrapped in slumber, there’s nowhere else to be but here, perched in your bed, scribbling away in the confines of a little journal who you call…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Enemy|ch3-11][$journal to "Enemy"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Alistair|ch3-11][$journal to "Alistair"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Journal|ch3-11][$journal to "Journal"]]</span>
<<message ' Insert a custom name ' btn>>
<<textbox "$journal" "">>
<<link "Confirm Name">><<if $journal is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please enter a name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Helios">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Hunter">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Soarine">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Fadiya">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Vincent">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Lancelot">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Luceris">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Ikram">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Catalina">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is "Farah">><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<elseif $journal is $name>><<replace "#textbox-error">>
Please select a different name.<</replace>>
<<else>>
<<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>>
<<run Engine.play("ch3-11")>>
<</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span>
<</message>>It’s a matter that doesn’t pique your interest. Their relationship, whatever it might entail, holds no bearing on your own concerns or interests.
Approaching the threshold of Luceris’ office, Helios leans in, sharing a whispered secret with Luceris, who acknowledges it with a subtle nod of understanding.
With a fluid motion, Luceris grasps the doorknob, ushering the door open to reveal his inner sanctum. Helios steps into the room, closely followed by Luceris.
Before fully immersing himself in the room, Luceris turns toward you, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Perhaps it would be best if you made your way to the dining room,” he suggests, his voice tinged with a subtle suggestion of departure. “Helios and I must attend to certain matters.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you keeping secrets from your spouse?”|ch3-31a-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why can’t I be there?”|ch3-31a-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to hear it too, one would say it is my right as the Royal Consort.”|ch3-31a-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to have lunch together.”|ch3-31a-d]]</span>Despite your personal feelings toward Luceris, you silently acknowledge the significance of their connection to Lancelot.
There is a sense of contentment, knowing that Lancelot has someone significant in his life, even if that person is Luceris.
Approaching the threshold of Luceris’ office, Helios leans in, sharing a whispered secret with Luceris, who acknowledges it with a subtle nod of understanding.
With a fluid motion, Luceris grasps the doorknob, ushering the door open to reveal his inner sanctum. Helios steps into the room, closely followed by Luceris.
Before fully immersing himself in the room, Luceris turns toward you, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Perhaps it would be best if you made your way to the dining room,” he suggests, his voice tinged with a subtle suggestion of departure. “Helios and I must attend to certain matters.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you keeping secrets from your spouse?”|ch3-31a-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why can’t I be there?”|ch3-31a-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to hear it too, one would say it is my right as the Royal Consort.”|ch3-31a-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to have lunch together.”|ch3-31a-d]]</span>Though the sight of their relationship provokes anger within you, you choose to hold your silence, unwilling to comment on it.
Approaching the threshold of Luceris’ office, Helios leans in, sharing a whispered secret with Luceris, who acknowledges it with a subtle nod of understanding.
With a fluid motion, Luceris grasps the doorknob, ushering the door open to reveal his inner sanctum. Helios steps into the room, closely followed by Luceris.
Before fully immersing himself in the room, Luceris turns toward you, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Perhaps it would be best if you made your way to the dining room,” he suggests, his voice tinged with a subtle suggestion of departure. “Helios and I must attend to certain matters.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you keeping secrets from your spouse?”|ch3-31a-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why can’t I be there?”|ch3-31a-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to hear it too, one would say it is my right as the Royal Consort.”|ch3-31a-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to have lunch together.”|ch3-31a-d]]</span>Unable to contain your simmering frustration any longer, you let out a bitter remark, your voice laced with thinly veiled contempt. “Should I ask the servants to spare a room for him? He is your concubine after all.”
Luceris narrows his eyes at you, biting back anything equally as bitter.
Approaching the threshold of Luceris' office, Helios leans in, sharing a whispered secret with Luceris, who acknowledges it with a subtle nod of understanding.
With a fluid motion, Luceris grasps the doorknob, ushering the door open to reveal his inner sanctum. Helios steps into the room, closely followed by Luceris.
Before fully immersing himself in the room, Luceris turns toward you, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Perhaps it would be best if you made your way to the dining room,” he suggests, his voice tinged with a subtle suggestion of departure. “Helios and I must attend to certain matters.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you keeping secrets from your spouse?”|ch3-31a-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why can’t I be there?”|ch3-31a-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to hear it too, one would say it is my right as the Royal Consort.”|ch3-31a-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to have lunch together.”|ch3-31a-d]]</span>Unable to contain your desire to hurt him, you say, “Should I ask servantsa to spare a room for him? He is your concubine after all.”
Luceris narrows his eyes at you, biting anything equally as bitter.
Approaching the threshold of Luceris' office, Helios leans in, sharing a whispered secret with Luceris, who acknowledges it with a subtle nod of understanding.
With a fluid motion, Luceris grasps the doorknob, ushering the door open to reveal his inner sanctum. Helios steps into the room, closely followed by Luceris.
Before fully immersing himself in the room, Luceris turns toward you, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Perhaps it would be best if you made your way to the dining room,” he suggests, his voice tinged with a subtle suggestion of departure. “Helios and I must attend to certain matters.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you keeping secrets from your spouse?”|ch3-31a-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why can’t I be there?”|ch3-31a-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want to hear it too, one would say it is my right as the Royal Consort.”|ch3-31a-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to have lunch together.”|ch3-31a-d]]</span>Lancelot isn’t there when you wake up.
The noises outside seem to have doubled while you were asleep, hundreds of conversations are drowned out by the sound of laughter.
Slowly rising from the bed, your gaze falls to your right foot, cocooned in a bandage. The aftermath of what happened last night is evident. With cautious steps, you test your injured foot, the bandage providing both support and a subtle resistance that demands attention.
The noises outside seem to call to you, urging you to venture out and see what’s going on.
With light, careful steps, you make your way out of the tent and into the bustling camp.
You haven’t seen so many people gathered together in a long time, they sit divided into smaller groups but they cover the entire clearing so it’s hard to distinguish between the groups. Multiple campfires are burning to give light to the people surrounding them.
The firelight from the campfires illuminates the area, casting long shadows across the ground. You can hear the low murmur of conversation and laughter from the people gathered around the fires, and the smell of roasting meat wafts through the air.
Seeing the fire makes you feel nauseous, it reminds you of that day, and being far from them makes you feel better about their existence.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Look around for Lancelot.|5-0-A]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go back inside.|5-0-C]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Watch your surroundings.|5-0-B]]</span>You soon reach a castle. The castle is the largest in the kingdom as it was built in the city of Firoz, known for its military prowess.
Its towering walls and complex architecture shows the wealth and power of the royal family. You can’t help but feel awe as you approach as it is quite different from the palace you lived in. You wonder what the palace in the capital looks like.
Vesphire’s palaces are larger than Rosea’s as they are meant to impress and intimidate. On the other hand, Rosea’s palaces are typically smaller and often surrounded by gardens as they were designed to be peaceful and serene.
This castle however is quite intimidating in its size and looks. The walls are decorated with detailed carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the sunlight.
After dismounting from your horse with the help of Lancelot, you notice most of the soldiers have already left to reunite with their families or get a meal in town. The king’s guards remain, surrounding Luceris and escorting him inside.
“Come on,” Lancelot says, guiding you towards the castle, “let’s get you inside and out of sight.”
As you enter the castle, you are struck by the cold, sterile atmosphere. The walls are bare and the floors are made of polished stone. The only decorations are the royal crest and flags, which hang from the ceiling.
“The palaces are much more decorated,” Lancelot tells you. “This castle is where the majority of the knights stay and is used for training and teaching new knights. It’s not often that royalty visits, so the castle isn’t as beautiful as it could be.”
You nod, taking in the surroundings as you follow Lancelot deeper into the castle. “How long will we be staying here?” you ask.
“We’ll have breakfast and then set off on our journey to Aurang,” Lancelot replies, coughing slightly before continuing. “That is where we call home, and it will be your new home as well.”
Aurang is the capital of the Kingdom, a vibrant and cosmopolitan city that is known for its beautiful gardens, grand palace, and bustling bazaars.
As you walk further into the castle, you notice the sounds of swords clashing and men shouting. You can hear the sounds of training, and you wonder what kind of training these knights go through.
Lancelot leads you to a small, plain room with a single bed, a wooden chest, and a small table with a basin of water. “This will be our room for now,” he says, gesturing for you to enter. “We’ll leave for Aurang as soon as possible, but for now, you can rest and freshen up. I will be back soon.”
With that he leaves you in the room alone, you take a seat on the bed, feeling tired and overwhelmed. You’ve been through a lot in the last few days, and you’re not sure what to expect from your journey ahead.
You rise from the bed and walk over to the table, pouring some water from the basin into your hands. You splash your face, trying to clear your head. As you dry your face with a cloth, you hear a knock on the door.
You open the door to find an old servant standing there, holding a tray of food. “Sir Lancelot sent me to bring you some food.” the servant says, bowing slightly.
The servant carefully sets the tray of food down on the bed, they avoid looking directly at you. Their eyes flit around the room, but they never seem to settle on you for more than a moment. It’s as if they are afraid to meet your gaze, perhaps it’s your red eyes that scare them, or perhaps they are just following some unspoken rule.
Either way, their behavior is somewhat reserved and distant, but not unfriendly.
You take a closer look at the tray and see a variety of dishes, all of them with an aroma you’re not used to. There is a steaming bowl of beef curry, with tender chunks of meat and a rich, spicy sauce. Next to it is a bowl of rice, fluffy and fragrant, with a sprinkling of fried onions on top.
As you reach for the tray, the servant suddenly speaks up. “Excuse me,” they say, “but Sir Lancelot has instructed me to stay and assist you with the meal if you need it.”
You assume it is because of your young age. They cut up the meat for you and pour you some tea.
The servant stands quietly, watching you as you eat. Gradually, they seem to become more at ease around you and you attempt to strike up a conversation.
[[Continue|ch1-8-0-2]]“What’s your name?” you ask.
“Arya,” they reply, studying you intently. “You look terrible,” they say, clucking their tongue. “Did those soldiers not feed you properly?”
“They fed me,” you reply, feeling a little defensive.
They hum thoughtfully for a moment before saying, “The people of our kingdom are kind. They won’t punish you for the sins of your parents. I hope they are able to see that just because your family was wicked, doesn’t mean you are.”
This makes you pause. You glare at them and raise your eyebrow. “Pardon?” you ask, taken aback by their bold words.
Arya looks a little surprised, but they don’t back down. “What? It’s true. Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.”
You can’t believe what you’re hearing but you should’ve expected to hear these types of things, especially after the conversation you had with Luceris and with the way the people reacted when you entered the city.
“Leave.” you say, trying to keep your voice steady and calm, trying not to shed tears. You don’t want to give these people the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
They stand there, frozen for a second before they scoff. “I was trying to be kind since you’re a child, but I see the blood of your family runs deep within you.”
You don’t want to hear anymore. You get up from the bed, throwing the tray with the remnants of your meal at their feet. “I don’t need your kindness.” You snap. “Leave.”
Arya’s eyes widen as the tray crashes to the ground at their feet, splattering food and tea all over the floor. They look at you with anger, and for a moment, you think they might say something else. But instead, they just turn on their heel and stalk out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
You look at the ground that is now covered in the lunch you didn’t get to have. You sigh, you’re sure there will be more people talking badly about you now but maybe that’s better than what they think kindness is.
You sit back down on the bed, feeling even more exhausted and drained than before. You wish you could escape this place, this kingdom that judges you without even knowing you. But for now, you are stuck here.
Lancelot returns soon, giving you a questioning glance when he sees the food on the floor but not asking you directly what happened.
[[Continue|9-0]]When you wake up, the sun has disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the sky a deep, rich blue that is just starting to be speckled with twinkling stars. You walk over to the window and gaze out, taking in the sight of the courtyard outside, which is bathed in a warm, golden light from the many hanging lanterns.
Just as you are taking in the beauty of the night, a knock on the door interrupts your reverie. “Come in!” you call out, and the door swings open to reveal Hunter standing in the doorway with a cheerful smile on $H_hisher face.
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” $H_hisher grin widens, “I came by earlier to see if you would be interested in exploring the palace, but you were fast asleep.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, you explain, “Oh, I was exhausted from the journey and must have fallen asleep.”
Hunter nods in understanding, “Well, it’s dinner time now,” Hunter says, glancing at the sky through the window. “Uncle must be cooking already, we should join him.”
You tilt your head, confused but don’t say anything and follow $H_himher as $H_heshe leads you to god knows where. You walk with Hunter out of the main palace and can hear the sound of a fountain trickling in the distance, and the sweet scent of flowers wafts through the air.
As you walk, you catch glimpses of lush gardens. They are filled with colorful blooms and graceful trees, and you can see birds flitting among the branches.
You realize you’re going farther away from the main palace and going farther south.
Upon entering the annexed villa, you are struck by its imposing presence. The walls are made of solid stone, and the windows are fortified with iron bars. You can hear the sounds of clanging swords and shouts of exertion coming from within.
This must be where the palace knights are housed, you realize. You follow Hunter through the corridors, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling barracks. You also pass by several rooms where knights are sparring and practicing their fighting skills.
As you near the dining hall, you can hear the sounds of laughter and conversation. When you enter the room, you see a group of knights gathered around a long table, enjoying a hearty meal.
Hunter sighs, $H_hisher shoulders dropping as $H_heshe takes in the sight. “We’re late.”
You look at the table and realize some of the platters are completely empty while others are slowly depleting.
“Don’t worry,” Hunter says. “Uncle always makes sure there’s enough food for everyone. Come on, let’s grab a seat and join in.”
You follow $H_himher to the table and take a seat next to one of the knights. Hunter sits in front of you and tries grabbing the platters but with so many people that are larger and bigger than $H_himher, $H_heshe can’t seem to grab them.
The knight next to $H_himher notices $H_hisher struggle and smiles kindly. “Here, let me help you,” she says, reaching for the platter and passing it to $H_himher.
“Thanks,” Hunter says, looking relieved. $H_HeShe quickly piles food onto your plate then $H_hishers and starts eating hungrily.
You can’t help but smile a bit at the sight then start eating from your plate.
[[Continue|13-0-5]]<span class="choice-normal"><span style="font-weight: 700">[[Achievements|achievements]]</span></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><span style="font-weight: 700">[[Credits|credits]]</span></span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span style="font-weight:600">1. <<if visited("19-0")>>Back from the dead.<span style="font-weight:400"> //— You died but you’re alive once again, $name. Not even your death will end this.//</span><<else>><span style="font-weight:600"><s>Back from the dead.</s></span><</if>>
2. <<if visited("18-0-A2")>><span style="font-weight:600">Congratulations on your new life.</span><<elseif visited("18-0-B")>><span style="font-weight:600">Congratulations on your new life.</span><span style="font-weight:400"> //— May you always be happy, $name.//</span><<else>><span style="font-weight:600"><s>Congratulations on your new life.</s></span><</if>>
3. <<if visited("50-0")>><span style="font-weight:600">No fire for this palace.</span><span style="font-weight:400"> //— You didn’t set the room on fire, it remains in its rightful place.//</span><<else>><span style="font-weight:600"><s>No fire for this palace.</s></span><</if>>
4. <<if $ch2fire is "true">><span style="font-weight:600">Ashes to ashes.</span><span style="font-weight:400"> //— You set the room on fire, all that remains are ashes.//</span><<else>><span style="font-weight:600"><s>Ashes to ashes.</s></span><</if>>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>In a surge of frustration and desperation, you stomp on the woman’s foot, causing her to release her grip with a sharp yelp of pain. Seizing the opportunity, you break free from her hold and start to sprint away, your heart pounding in your chest.
As you turn a corner, you nearly collide with Vincent, who looks surprised at the sight of you sprinting but makes no move to stop you.
You don’t pause to explain; instead, you keep running. As you head toward your room, something catches your eye through the window.
The lake, serene and calm, glimmers in the sunlight.
You decide to go for a walk by the lake, hoping that the tranquility of the water will calm your troubled thoughts.
As you walk towards the lake, you can feel the weight of Luceris’ presence still lingering in your mind. You hate him for what he did to your family, and you hate him even more for using you as a tool.
You arrive at the shore and sit down on a nearby rock, watching the ripples on the surface of the water. The quiet of the lake seems to envelop you, and you feel your breathing slow down as you take in the serene scenery.
For a moment, you forget about the chaos of court politics and the weight of your family’s legacy. You let yourself simply exist at the moment, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun on your face.
[[Continue|25-0]]“Ah!” she gasps as if finally remembering something, “I have to go, it’s almost tea time.”
You nod, “Right, tea time. You’re having tea with Helios and Hunter, aren’t you?”
Fadiya nods eagerly, “Yes! Hunter invited me and I couldn’t say no. I guess it’s a weekly thing now.”
You’ve heard about their weekly tea meetings, but you’ve never been invited. Not that you would ever want to go anyway. After all, Helios is Luceris’ son, it isn’t something you can forget easily.
“I hope you have fun.”
Fadiya tilts her head and her face lights up, “Why don’t you come with me?”
You shake your head, “No, I think I’ll stay here for a bit longer. I need to clear my head.”
Fadiya nods understandingly, “Okay, suit yourself. But you should come one day, Helios is really nice.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “I’m sure he is.”
As Fadiya gets up to leave, you take another deep breath, trying to push the memories of your family and Luceris to the back of your mind.
She pauses to inquire, “Have you decided yet?” Fadiya fidgets with her hair, attempting to appear nonchalant, yet it’s obvious that she’s eager for you to join her tonight.
You take a moment to consider Fadiya’s proposal once again.
A part of you wants to stay holed up in your room until you can’t avoid it. You want to avoid the crowds and the noise and the memories that come with leaving the palace but another part of you is curious, wondering what it would be like to be anonymous for once, to experience the festivities without the weight of your identity pulling you down.
“Alright,” you say at last, surprising even yourself. “Let’s go to the festival.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with excitement, “Really? That’s great! You won’t regret it, I promise.”
You smile weakly, already feeling the weight of the decision on your shoulders.
As you sit there, watching Fadiya walk away, a small part of you wonders what it would be like to have a normal conversation with Helios or to live like everyone else, without the weight of the past hanging over your head.
Instead, you lean back against the tree, feeling the rough bark against your skin. The peacefulness of the garden washes over you once again and the sun is warm on your skin.
[[Continue|38-0]]<span style="font-weight:600; color: #a52a2a">Writing, Coding, and Design</span>
Cœur
<span style="font-weight:600; color: #a52a2a">Character Art</span>
Made by <a href="https://x.com/CGcrescent?t=EG-coHEPISJXJ8KkbVEZjg&s=09" target="_blank">Crescent</a>
<span style="font-weight:600; color: #a52a2a">Main Menu Art</span>
Made by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/mehvs" target="_blank">Mehv</a>
<span style="font-weight:600; color: #a52a2a">Patron Characters</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Kat (Chapter Three)</span>
<span class="choice-normal">Charlotta Weaver (Chapter Three)</span>
<span style="font-weight:600; color: #a52a2a">Game Engine</span>
Twine v2.3.16, with SugarCube v2.21.0
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>[You can come back and choose more!]
<span class="choice-normal">[[A diagonal scar across your cheek.|ch3-16-5][$cheekscar to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A scar over your eyebrow.|ch3-16-5][$eyebrowscar to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A scar on your lips.|ch3-16-5][$lipscar to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[A few little scars on your face.|ch3-16-5][$facescars to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return without changes.|ch3-16-5]]</span>“Leave.”
$E_name frowns slightly, looking unimpressed by your response. “Well, that’s not how things work. I’m here as your guest, and guests are supposed to be welcomed.”
“You’re not here because I invited you,” you retort.
“I am still your guest,” $E_name grumbles. “How was breakfast? Tell me everything.”
<<if visited("ch3-48a")>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, even though $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“Why do you want to know?”
“That doesn’t matter. I want details.” $E_name says, “Have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<<else>>Ah, it dawns on you. $E_name’s unexpected appearance stems from a desire to know the details of breakfast, so it seems like $E_name wasn’t invited to join.
“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go to the breakfast at the main palace.”
$E_name exhales sharply. “Typical,” $E_They mutter under $E_their breath. Then $E_They suddenly perks up, “But have you met the princess?”
Your mind briefly revisits the encounter with Soarine. “Yes, I did,” you confirm, meeting $E_name’s gaze.
$E_name leans forward slightly, eagerness painted across $E_their face. “What did you think of her?” $E_They inquire, anticipation laced in $E_their voice.<</if>>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s nice.”|ch3-55-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s pretty.”|ch3-55-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if visited("ch3-47bb")>>[[“She’s like an orchid.”|ch3-55-3]]<<else>><s>“She’s like an orchid.”</s><</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you want to know my opinion?”|ch3-55-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why? Are you interested in her?”|ch3-55-5]]</span>Starting from this chapter, players will have the opportunity to deepen their relationships with certain characters.
Keep an eye out for symbols indicating romance and attraction, as these choices may influence the course of your journey within the game.
💗 signifies romantic or budding romantic feelings.
❤️🔥 signifies pure sexual attraction or desire.
Choosing 💗 options unlocks a character’s route, while selecting ❤️🔥 indicates attraction without emotional attachment, offering potential intimate encounters without progressing onto their route.
Initially, the game may only offer ❤️🔥 choices with certain characters, reflecting initial interactions without romantic bonds but room for attraction. As progress unfolds, 💗 options may emerge, signaling the development of deeper emotional connections over time.
Certain characters are exclusively fling options, offering potential intimate encounters without any romantic involvement. With these characters, only ❤️🔥 options will be available.
<<click Understood.>><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</click>>Helios looks away from you, “Right, you do not have to.”
You observe Helios, attempting to decipher the emotions etched across his face—a mix of discomfort and an unspoken understanding.
As silence lingers, Helios rises slowly, an air of awkwardness now tainting the atmosphere. “I should go,” he murmurs softly, his voice betraying a sense of unease.
Before turning to leave, Helios pauses, his expression softening as he casts a fleeting glance back at you. “Vesphire was really beautiful,” he acknowledges before continuing, “In many ways, it reminded me of you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“My, my, is that a compliment?”|ch3-41a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re not sure what to say.|ch3-41b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit warm inside.|ch3-41c][$Helios_rs to Math.clamp($Helios_rs + 5, 0, 100)]]</span> 💗
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I will see you tomorrow.”|ch3-41d]]</span><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 400; text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Heart of the Journey</div>
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<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 400; text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Pillars of your World</div>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[[Catalina de Vesphire|Catalina de Vesphire]]</div></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[[Luceris de Rosea|Luceris de Rosea]]</div></span>
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;">✧</div>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[["" + $E_name + " Athelstan"|E_name]]</div></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[[Falk Athelstan|Falk Athelstan]]</div></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[[Ikram Annora|Ikram Annora]]</div></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[[Lancelot Steyn|Lancelot Steyn]]</div></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; text-align: center;"><div class="link-image">[[Naima Akter|Naima Akter]]</div></span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div class="cc-image"><img src="images/Fadiya.png"></div>
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Fadiya Akter</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The warm mage of Rosea.<<if $ccfadiya is "true">> Also your childhood crush.<</if>></span></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Your relationship with her:
<progress @value="$Fadiya_rs" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 19
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> She/Her
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Height :</span> Short
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Tarot Archetype :</span> The Star
<span class="choice-normal"><<message 'Character Details' btn>>
Everyone had their daily routines, most knowing exactly what lay ahead.
However, if someone asked Fadiya about her plans for tomorrow or the next day, she would find it difficult to respond.
Fadiya’s life was a patchwork.
Some days, she helped her mother with numerous responsibilities and experiments. Other times, she conducted her own experiments. She also performed a range of odd jobs around the palace and outside of it, from maintenance to event assistance to carrying heavy boxes of gods know what, helping wherever anyone was in need.
Despite the uncertainty, she thrived on the variety and the sense of purpose it gave her. Each task, no matter how different, added to the vibrant patchwork of her existence.
Fadiya liked when people needed her; it made her feel wanted, it made all of the different patches of her life feel like a whole.
It made her life feel meaningful.
<</message>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 1==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 2==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 3==</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div class="cc-image"><img src="images/Helios.png"></div>
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Helios de Rosea</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal"> The bright Crown Prince of Rosea.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Your relationship with him:
<progress @value="$Helios_rs" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 21
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> He/Him
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Height :</span> Tall
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Tarot Archetype :</span> The Sun
<span class="choice-normal"><<message 'Character Details' btn>>
It’s common for a child to resemble one parent more than the other, and people love to highlight these familial resemblances, tracing lines across generations.
Helios often heard such comments, especially since he physically resembled his father, though in character they were quite different.
He grappled with whether this distinction was a blessing or a curse. His father, despite his imperfections, ruled with strength and authority.
At times, Helios pondered if he, too, needed to adopt a sterner approach to be heard and respected as his father was.
However, Helios was naturally inclined to listen. He paid close attention to everyone, absorbing their words and emotions, no matter how harsh or tender they were.
It was simply the way he was.
<</message>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 1==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 2==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 3==</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><<if $H_heshe is "he">><div class="cc-image"><img src="images/Huntermale.png"></div><<else>><div class="cc-image"><img src="images/Hunterfemale.png"></div><</if>>
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Hunter Oakes</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal"> The easygoing Shield of the prince.<<if $cchunter is "true">> Also your childhood crush.<</if>></span></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Your relationship with $H_himher:
<progress @value="$Hunter_rs" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 24
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> $H_HeShe/Them
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Height :</span> Very Tall
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Tarot Archetype :</span> The Hermit
<span class="choice-normal"><<message 'Character Details' btn>>
Being a Shield was possibly one of the easier jobs in the world.
At least, that is what Hunter used to think. It seemed straightforward: protect the prince, uphold the honor of the royal family, and wield the sword with courage.
But being a Shield was more than just standing guard or fighting off threats.
It was understanding the political machinations of the court, recognizing the subtle signs of treachery, and deciphering the complex maze of alliances and enmities that could change with the flick of a wrist. It was about knowing when to speak and when to remain silent, when to show strength and when to demonstrate mercy.
Luckily, Hunter was good at it and enjoyed it.
$H_HisHer keen social skills and extensive knowledge of the court made $H_himher indispensable. $H_HeShe knew everyone’s secrets, from the whispers of the servants to the clandestine dealings of the highest nobles.
To Hunter, knowing everything was the way to be in control.
<</message>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 1==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 2==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 3==</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div class="cc-image"><img src="images/Soarine.jpg"></div>
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Soarine de Norazaan</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal"> The charming princess from Norazaan.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Your relationship with her:
<progress @value="$Soarine_rs" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 21
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> She/Her
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Height :</span> Tall
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Tarot Archetype :</span> The Hierophant
<span class="choice-normal"><<message 'Character Details' btn>>
“Everything in the world shines for our princess.”
That is what a lot of Norazaan’s citizens say.
Soarine was the jewel of Norazaan, her beauty the subject of countless songs and poems. She deserved such admiration; of course she did. Her beauty was beyond the comprehension of mere mortals, so exquisite that people whispered it could only be due to divine ancestry, the result of an union between god and human.
Her charm could bend the wills of powerful people, her words laced with sweetness that could sway decisions in her favor. Ministers sought her counsel, generals craved her approval.
And she knew it; she knew it very well.
<</message>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 1==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 2==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 3==</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div class="cc-image"><img src="images/Vincent.jpg"></div>
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Vincent Annora</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The guarded soldier.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:600;font-size:medium">Your relationship with him:
<progress @value="$Vincent_rs" max="100"></progress></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 22
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> He/Him
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Height :</span> Tall
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Tarot Archetype :</span> Strength
<span class="choice-normal"><<message 'Character Details' btn>>
Soldiers have always been an integral part of any kingdom. They fight, they die; it is a cycle that will always exist.
Some things are just meant to be.
Vincent never felt deeply about the subject. Well, he did, once upon a time.
His mother was a soldier, not just any soldier but the General of the army. Her presence was commanding, her reputation legendary.
Growing up under her shadow, it was almost inevitable that he would follow in her footsteps. His mother wanted it; she wanted him to succeed her. To show everyone that you didn’t need a noble name attached to you to occupy space in the world.
As a child, Vincent admired her. He would watch her train with awe, the way she moved with precision and power, every strike and parry a witness to her skill. She was more than just a mother to him; she was a hero.
But then, he grew up, as all children do.<</message>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 1==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 2==</span>
<span class="choice-normal">==Character Story 3==</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Catalina de Vesphire</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">Your sister.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 40, if not deceased.
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> She/Her
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span> ???
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Falk Athelstan</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The man ruling Vesphire in Luceris’ stead.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> He/Him
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span> His pale skin is accentuated by striking azure eyes, and his short blond hair, touched with hints of gray, adds a distinguished air. A well-groomed beard complements his features; it looks like a lot of time is spent taking care of it.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Ikram Annora</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The General of the Imperial Army</span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 40
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> She/Her
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span> Her long brown hair is typically kept in a braid, complementing her tan skin and deep green eyes.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Lancelot Steyn</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The Emperor’s Shield.<<if $ch2fire isnot "true">> Also his lover.<</if>></span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 45
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> He/Him
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span> Long black hair, streaked with a few grey strands, typically styled in a single braid. His gentle blue eyes complement his lightly tanned skin.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Naima Akter</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The Royal Mage.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 39
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> She/Them
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span> Her long black hair is often styled in an elegant updo, perfectly complementing her cool beige skin and amber eyes.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">$E_name Athelstan</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">The youngest child of Falk Athelstan.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 19
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> $E_They/$E_Them
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span><<if $E_name is "Eadred">> His short blonde hair perfectly complements his fair skin, while his azure eyes shine with a bright, clear intensity.<<else>> Her long blonde hair perfectly complements her fair skin, while her azure eyes shine with a bright, clear intensity.<</if>>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span class="choice-normal"><span style="font-weight: 700"><<if $characters is "true">>[[Character Codex|characters]]<<else>>Character Codex <span style="font-size:smaller;">[ Unlocks during Chapter 3 ]</span><</if>></span></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><span style="font-weight: 700"><<if $wdex is "true">>[[World Codex|worldcodex]]<<else>>World Codex <span style="font-size:smaller;">[ Unlocks during Chapter 2 ]</span><</if>></span></span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span style="font-weight: 700; font-size: x-large;">World Codex</span>
<span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">[[Arcana|arcana]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">[[Geography|geography]]</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:x-large;">The Rosean Empire</span>
The Rosean Empire is a relatively new empire, established in the aftermath of the war that led to the demise of the Vesphirian royal family.
This conflict reshaped the political landscape, allowing the Kingdom of Rosea to expand its influence. King Luceris de Rosea seized this opportunity and, with the annexation of Vesphire, proclaimed himself Emperor, thus founding the Rosean Empire.
The Rosean Empire encompasses two primary kingdoms, each with its own rich history and cultural heritage. The imperial capital is the city of Aurang, where Emperor Luceris resides and governs.
<span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:large; color: #5DADE2">Kingdom of Rosea</span>
<span style="font-size:smaller;"><span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">Colors :</span> Blue and silver.</span>
The Kingdom of Rosea is characterized by its hot climate and rich natural landscapes, which include extensive gardens and verdant greenery.
The region is renowned for its production of goods such as rare spices, exotic fruits, and high-quality wines. Additionally, Rosea is famous for its textile and silk production, with master artisans creating exquisite fabrics that are sought after by nobility and merchants alike.
The bustling markets of Rosea operate from dawn until late into the night, showcasing a vibrant array of these goods. These markets are set against a backdrop of architectural style that prominently features large white structures contrasting with the lush green surroundings, creating a beautiful landscape.
<span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:large; color: #a52a2a">Kingdom of Vesphire</span>
<span style="font-size:smaller;"><span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">Colors :</span> Red and gold.</span>
The Kingdom of Vesphire, incorporated into the Rosean Empire, is noted for its opulent architecture and extremely snowy climate.
The region is renowned for fur trading, forestry, and artisanal crafts, particularly those involving elaborate woodwork and jewelry. Additionally, the region is known for its well-developed hunting industry, which supplies both food and high-quality furs.
Despite the harsh climate, the snowy landscapes of Vesphire are breathtakingly beautiful. The pristine snow-covered forests and mountains create a picturesque and serene environment, adding to the region’s charm and allure.
<div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;">✧</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">Outside of the empire
there is...</div>
<span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:large; color: #3CB371">Kingdom of Norazaan</span>
<span style="font-size:smaller;"><span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">Colors :</span> Green and silver.</span>
The Kingdom of Norazaan is famous for its consistently windy climate and vibrant culture.
Norazaan is renowned for its thriving entertainment industry, particularly its theaters and performance arts. The kingdom is a hub of artistic expression, with numerous theaters, open-air stages, and performance venues scattered throughout its towns and cities.
This emphasis on the arts has made Norazaan a popular destination for travelers.
<span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:large; color: #B399D4">Kingdom of Elyirse</span>
<span style="font-size:smaller;"><span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">Colors :</span> Lilac and gold.</span>
The Kingdom of Elyirse is known for being a closed-off region, situated on an island, separated from the main continent therefore the rest of the kingdoms.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:x-large;">The Beginning and the End</span>
When the Gods first descended onto the land, their presence was bewildering, their forms radiant and their powers beyond human comprehension.
Each god was the personification of a fundamental element: earth, air, fire, and water, embodying the very forces that compose the world.
They wielded a mysterious force they referred to as the Arcana.
The Gods spoke of the Arcana with reverence and authority, hinting that it was a fundamental part of the world’s fabric, woven into the very essence of the earth, air, fire, and water.
Humans simply did not have the ability to wield it.
In a gesture of both benevolence and control, the Gods bestowed upon humanity the ability to tap into the Arcana.
For a time, it seemed as though a golden age had dawned, with humanity flourishing under the guidance and protection of the Gods.
However, the Gods’ time on earth was fleeting.
One day, as mysteriously as they had arrived, they vanished, leaving no trace of their divine presence. With their departure, the gift of Arcana began to fade from the world. Humans found it slipping away, their abilities dwindling to nothing.
Only few retained their connection to the Arcana, to the Gods.
These rare individuals, identifiable by their eyes that glowed with the signature color of the Gods, became symbols of divine favor.
The majority of people, believing that this was the will of the Gods, elevated these individuals to positions of power and leadership. They were seen as the rightful rulers, chosen to guide humanity in the absence of the divine.
As centuries passed, the abilities within these royal bloodlines began to wane, yet the distinctive, otherworldly eye colors persisted, a lingering vestige of their celestial heritage. The people, in awe of their regal leaders, continued to honor them, even as their powers faded.
Then, after years, people possessing abilities once again appeared. But this time, their eyes glowed with a striking amber hue, unlike the godly colors of old.
Those with amber eyes were now a paradox: revered for their connection to the divine, yet feared for the potential threat they posed. Reverence turned to persecution as fear overshadowed admiration.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:x-large; color:#a52a2a">The Worshippers of Sahira</span>
The Worshippers of Sahira is a cult that believes the eradication of all royal families will summon the gods back to the mortal realm.
The cult’s origin dates back to the establishment of the first royal families, intertwining its fate with the lineage of those anointed by divine favor.
<span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:large;">Beliefs</span>
The cult holds a fundamental belief that the return of the gods is contingent upon the destruction of the current royal lineages.
They focus solely on the goal of eliminating royals, viewing each death as a step closer to divine reawakening.
They believe that the gods’ departure and the subsequent fading of the Arcana were a consequence of humanity’s failures.
<span style="font-weight: 700; font-size:large;">Name Origin</span>
The Worshippers of Sahira derive its name from Sahira, the goddess who personified the element of earth. Among all the deities, Sahira was considered the most powerful. Her dominion over the earth symbolized stability, strength, and the primal force of nature itself.
They revere her above all others.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Luceris de Rosea</div><span style="font-size: smaller;"><span class="choice-normal">Your sister’s past betrothed that murdered your family then married you when you were merely nine years old. Also known as the Emperor of the Rosean Empire.</span></span>
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Age :</span> 42
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Pronouns :</span> He/Him
<span style="font-weight: 600; font-style: bold;">Appearance :</span> White hair and pale blue eyes stand out against his golden brown skin. A distinctive scar cuts through the left side of his lips, adding a unique character to his features.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>><span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">[[The Beginning and the End|tbate]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal" style="font-weight: 700">[[The Worshippers of Sahira|Worshippers]]</span>
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>You hold the flame to the curtains, watching as the fire dances and grows, devouring the room with its hungry flames.
The pristine facade crumbles before your eyes, as the fire roars and crackles.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Doing this will make you feel better.|48-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s time for the fire to take things away from Luceris too.|48-1]]</span>Softly, you ask, “How did you get here?”
The $pet lifts its head, meeting your gaze with an almost knowing look. It makes a small sound before nuzzling closer to you, as if to say it is exactly where it wants to be.
“Well, I’m glad you found me,” you murmur, running your hand along its back.
Just as you’re about to rise from the bed, the flap of your tent stirs, and this time it is Vincent.
“What is it doing here?” you ask him.
Vincent sighs, “It was making quite the racket this morning. Lady Naima brought it to you, and it quieted down immediately.”
The $pet makes a small sound before nuzzling closer to you, it seems sleepy and seems to say it is exactly where it wants to be.
Vincent stares at it, clearly not as charmed by the creature as you are. “Get ready,” he says, his tone brisk. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
You nod, acknowledging his words as you carefully slide out of bed, making sure not to disturb the $pet too much.
As you sit up, you notice a bowl of water on the small table nearby, a bottle of potion to change your appearance, and clothes.
You move toward it, feeling the cool air on your skin as you splash water on your face, the morning stillness offering a moment of calm.
Reaching for the potion, you carefully uncork the bottle. In recent years, the formula has been refined so that its effects remain intact even after exposure to water, it lasts a day but the user can end it when they want. You drink all of it, feeling the familiar, subtle change as your appearance begins to shift.
Next, you pick up the outfit laid out for you: a simple shirt and pants, far more modest than what you’re accustomed to. It’s clear that the intention is to keep your identity concealed, allowing you to move unnoticed among others.
Afterwards, you reach out gently and pick up your $pet, cradling it in your arms. You hold it close and leave the tent, stepping out into the morning light.
Outside, the camp has people running around already. The guards who traveled with you and those who came with Helios are busy cleaning the area and loading things onto the carriage.
The scent of earth and dew fills the air, mingling with the faint smoke from the dying embers of the fire.
As you survey the scene, your eyes land on $E_name, standing off to the side, looking as though they’re waiting for someone—likely Helios.
<span class="choice-normal">[["Approach " + $E_name + "."|ch4-52a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay where you are.|ch4-52b]]</span>“Vincent!” you scream, your voice echoing sharply.
Within moments, the flap of your tent flies open, and Vincent strides in. “What happened?” he demands, his gaze scanning the room for any sign of danger.
“What is it doing here?” you ask him.
Vincent sighs, “It was making quite the racket this morning. Lady Naima brought it to you, and it quieted down immediately.”
The $pet makes a small sound before nuzzling closer to you, it seems sleepy and seems to say it is exactly where it wants to be.
Vincent stares at it, clearly not as charmed by the creature as you are. “Get ready,” he says, his tone brisk. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
You nod, acknowledging his words as you carefully slide out of bed, making sure not to disturb the $pet too much.
As you sit up, you notice a bowl of water on the small table nearby, a bottle of potion to change your appearance, and clothes.
You move toward it, feeling the cool air on your skin as you splash water on your face, the morning stillness offering a moment of calm.
Reaching for the potion, you carefully uncork the bottle. In recent years, the formula has been refined so that its effects remain intact even after exposure to water, it lasts a day but the user can end it when they want. You drink all of it, feeling the familiar, subtle change as your appearance begins to shift.
Next, you pick up the outfit laid out for you: a simple shirt and pants, far more modest than what you’re accustomed to. It’s clear that the intention is to keep your identity concealed, allowing you to move unnoticed among others.
Afterwards, you reach out gently and pick up your $pet, cradling it in your arms. You hold it close and leave the tent, stepping out into the morning light.
Outside, the camp has people running around already. The guards who traveled with you and those who came with Helios are busy cleaning the area and loading things onto the carriage.
The scent of earth and dew fills the air, mingling with the faint smoke from the dying embers of the fire.
As you survey the scene, your eyes land on $E_name, standing off to the side, looking as though they’re waiting for someone—likely Helios.
<span class="choice-normal">[["Approach " + $E_name + "."|ch4-52a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay where you are.|ch4-52b]]</span>As you reach out to gently lift it, you notice a slight wince in its expression, a reminder of the injury it had sustained.
“You need to rest, not play,” you whisper.
Vincent walks into the tent.
“What is it doing here?” you ask him.
Vincent sighs, “It was making quite the racket this morning. Lady Naima brought it to you, and it quieted down immediately.”
The $pet makes a small sound before nuzzling closer to you, it seems sleepy and seems to say it is exactly where it wants to be.
Vincent stares at it, clearly not as charmed by the creature as you are. “Get ready,” he says, his tone brisk. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
You nod, acknowledging his words as you carefully slide out of bed, making sure not to disturb the $pet too much.
As you sit up, you notice a bowl of water on the small table nearby, a bottle of potion to change your appearance, and clothes.
You move toward it, feeling the cool air on your skin as you splash water on your face, the morning stillness offering a moment of calm.
Reaching for the potion, you carefully uncork the bottle. In recent years, the formula has been refined so that its effects remain intact even after exposure to water, it lasts a day but the user can end it when they want. You drink all of it, feeling the familiar, subtle change as your appearance begins to shift.
Next, you pick up the outfit laid out for you: a simple shirt and pants, far more modest than what you’re accustomed to. It’s clear that the intention is to keep your identity concealed, allowing you to move unnoticed among others.
Afterwards, you reach out gently and pick up your $pet, cradling it in your arms. You hold it close and leave the tent, stepping out into the morning light.
Outside, the camp has people running around already. The guards who traveled with you and those who came with Helios are busy cleaning the area and loading things onto the carriage.
The scent of earth and dew fills the air, mingling with the faint smoke from the dying embers of the fire.
As you survey the scene, your eyes land on $E_name, standing off to the side, looking as though they’re waiting for someone—likely Helios.
<span class="choice-normal">[["Approach " + $E_name + "."|ch4-52a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay where you are.|ch4-52b]]</span>Deciding to approach, you walk over to $E_name, the $pet still nestled securely in your arms.
“Good morning,” you greet.
$E_name turns slightly at your greeting, $E_their eyes narrowing as $E_they spot you and the animal in your hands.
Without a word, $E_name reaches out, $E_their fingers poised to touch the $pet but before $E_they can make contact, the $pet shifts, turning its head away from $E_them, as if sensing something it doesn’t like.
$E_name huffs, pulling $E_their hand back with a slight scowl. “What’s wrong with it?” $E_they mutters under $E_their breath, clearly displeased by the $pet’s reaction.
“I suppose it doesn’t like strangers,” you say, although you know well that the $pet is more than likely reacting to $E_name’s attitude.
$E_name crosses $E_their arms, looking down at the $pet with an expression that’s more fitting for a child than someone of their station. “I never had a pet,” $E_name admits, $E_their voice softening slightly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “You can try getting this one to like you.”|ch4-52aa]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “Did your father dearest not give you any? I thought he would move mountains if you wished for it.”|ch4-52ab]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Snicker, “I don’t think you’d be able to care for one properly.”|ch4-52ac]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Move closer, “I can be your pet, or you can be mine.”|ch4-52ad][$E_atrrac to Math.clamp($E_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥You stay where you are, preferring not to go speak to $E_them.
As you turn to make your way back to the tent, you spot Vincent approaching. He stops a few paces away, “It’s time,” he says simply.
You nod, adjusting the $pet in your arms before following him toward the carriages. The groups are the same as before, with the exception that both carriages are now prepared to depart at the same time.
Your eyes land on Hunter standing near the other carriage, and $H_HeShe is already watching you. Hunter lifts their hand to wave at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wave back.|ch4-53a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get in your carriage.|ch4-53b]]</span>You manage a small smile, deciding to be nice. “You can try getting this one to like you,” you suggest, though you’re not entirely certain how the $pet will respond to further attempts.
$E_name eyes the $pet again, clearly uncertain whether to try or not.
$E_name shakes $E_their head, $E_they tilts $E_their chin up, a haughty air settling around $E_them, “I don’t care about your stupid $pet.”
$E_name doesn’t bother waiting for you to say something, $E_they walk away.
As you turn to make your way back to the tent, you spot Vincent approaching. He stops a few paces away, “It’s time,” he says simply.
You nod, adjusting the $pet in your arms before following him toward the carriages. The groups are the same as before, with the exception that both carriages are now prepared to depart at the same time.
Your eyes land on Hunter standing near the other carriage, and $H_HeShe is already watching you. Hunter lifts their hand to wave at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wave back.|ch4-53a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get in your carriage.|ch4-53b]]</span>You can’t help but scoff at their admission, “Did your father dearest not give you any? I thought he would move mountains if you wished for it.”
$E_name’s eyes flash with irritation at your tone, but $E_they doesn’t immediately retort, which surprises you. Instead, $E_they tilts $E_their chin up, a haughty air settling around $E_them, “He would, but I never wanted one.”
Observing $E_name, you can tell that isn’t the truth.
$E_name doesn’t bother waiting for you to say something, $E_they walk away.
As you turn to make your way back to the tent, you spot Vincent approaching. He stops a few paces away, “It’s time,” he says simply.
You nod, adjusting the $pet in your arms before following him toward the carriages. The groups are the same as before, with the exception that both carriages are now prepared to depart at the same time.
Your eyes land on Hunter standing near the other carriage, and $H_HeShe is already watching you. Hunter lifts their hand to wave at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wave back.|ch4-53a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get in your carriage.|ch4-53b]]</span>You can’t help the snicker that escapes you. “I don’t think you’d be able to care for one properly.”
$E_name’s eyes flash with irritation at your tone, but $E_they doesn’t immediately retort, which surprises you. Instead, $E_they tilts $E_their chin up, a haughty air settling around $E_them, “I don’t want one.”
$E_name doesn’t bother waiting for you to say something, $E_they walk away.
As you turn to make your way back to the tent, you spot Vincent approaching. He stops a few paces away, “It’s time,” he says simply.
You nod, adjusting the $pet in your arms before following him toward the carriages. The groups are the same as before, with the exception that both carriages are now prepared to depart at the same time.
Your eyes land on Hunter standing near the other carriage, and $H_HeShe is already watching you. Hunter lifts their hand to wave at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wave back.|ch4-53a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get in your carriage.|ch4-53b]]</span>Seizing the moment, you step closer, lowering your voice to a flirtatious murmur. “Well, I could always be your pet, or you could be mine. Either way, I’m sure we’d make quite the pair.”
$E_name’s eyes widen, clearly caught off guard by your words. A flush of color creeps into $E_their cheeks, and $E_they quickly look away, trying to regain $E_their composure. “What is wrong with you?” $E_they snaps, though $E_their voice betrays a hint of flustered confusion.
You flash them a knowing smile, enjoying their reaction, “Nothing at all.”
$E_name narrows $E_their eyes at you, clearly trying to regain control of the situation. Without another word, $E_they turns on $E_their heel and walks away, $E_their steps a bit faster than usual, as if trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.
You watch $E_name go, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.
The $pet shifts in your arms again, nuzzling closer, and you give it a gentle stroke, silently thanking it for its impeccable timing.
As you turn to make your way back to the tent, you spot Vincent approaching. He stops a few paces away, “It’s time,” he says simply.
You nod, adjusting the $pet in your arms before following him toward the carriages. The groups are the same as before, with the exception that both carriages are now prepared to depart at the same time.
Your eyes land on Hunter standing near the other carriage, and $H_HeShe is already watching you. Hunter lifts their hand to wave at you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wave back.|ch4-53a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Get in your carriage.|ch4-53b]]</span>You return the wave, a small smile tugging at your lips as you do so.
With a final glance at Hunter, you turn and climb into your carriage, settling in with the $pet still cradled close.
The driver calls out to the horses, and with a lurch, the carriage begins to move.
As the carriage rolls on, it takes hours before the scenery begins to shift. The rich greens and browns slowly transition into patches of white as the first signs of snow appear.
The trees become dusted with frost, their branches bowing under the weight of the accumulated snow.
As the hours pass, you watch as more and more snow begins to cover the landscape. The further you go, the thicker the snow becomes, until the world outside is a winter wonderland of pristine white.
Despite the increasing snow, the skies remain clear, and thankfully, there’s no sign of a storm today. The carriage moves steadily along, the horses’ hooves crunching in the snow-covered path.
The day drifts by in a blur of white landscapes and the rhythmic sway of the carriage. The sun begins to dip toward the horizon and slowly the world outside grows dimmer.
As darkness settles, the carriages finally begin to slow. The faint glow of lanterns appears in the distance, flickering warmly in the dark.
You’re officially in Vesphire.
Naima leans forward, her voice breaking the quiet. “We will stop at an inn first, rest for a few hours, and then resume the journey. It’s best to travel through the cities at night—fewer people to deal with.”
The carriages come to a gentle halt outside a modest inn, its windows glowing warmly against the cold night. You step out into the crisp air, your breath puffing out in small clouds before you.
Fadiya kneels to the ground, her fingers brushing the snow with a look of awe on her face. “It’s so strange,” she murmurs, clearly unfamiliar with the sight of snow.
“Is it?” Soarine chuckles, her breath misting in the cold. “Gods, they weren’t lying when they said Vesphire had gotten colder. I don’t remember it being like this when I was younger.”
You nod in agreement, feeling the deep chill that permeates the air, colder than you anticipated. Despite your body’s natural ability to withstand colder temperatures, you feel that it is much colder than the times of your childhood.
The $pet stirs in your arms, its small body shifting as it lifts its head to peer around curiously.
As you take in the frosty landscape, a sudden, loud sneeze breaks through the crisp night air.
Hunter frowns, patting Helios on the back, “We need to get you something warm to drink before you catch your death out here.”
[[Continue|ch4-54]]Without returning the wave, you step into your own carriage, the door closing firmly behind you.
The driver calls out to the horses, and with a lurch, the carriage begins to move.
As the carriage rolls on, it takes hours before the scenery begins to shift. The rich greens and browns slowly transition into patches of white as the first signs of snow appear.
The trees become dusted with frost, their branches bowing under the weight of the accumulated snow.
As the hours pass, you watch as more and more snow begins to cover the landscape. The further you go, the thicker the snow becomes, until the world outside is a winter wonderland of pristine white.
Despite the increasing snow, the skies remain clear, and thankfully, there’s no sign of a storm today. The carriage moves steadily along, the horses’ hooves crunching in the snow-covered path.
The day drifts by in a blur of white landscapes and the rhythmic sway of the carriage. The sun begins to dip toward the horizon and slowly the world outside grows dimmer.
As darkness settles, the carriages finally begin to slow. The faint glow of lanterns appears in the distance, flickering warmly in the dark.
You’re officially in Vesphire.
Naima leans forward, her voice breaking the quiet. “We will stop at an inn first, rest for a few hours, and then resume the journey. It’s best to travel through the cities at night—fewer people to deal with.”
The carriages come to a gentle halt outside a modest inn, its windows glowing warmly against the cold night. You step out into the crisp air, your breath puffing out in small clouds before you.
Fadiya kneels to the ground, her fingers brushing the snow with a look of awe on her face. “It’s so strange,” she murmurs, clearly unfamiliar with the sight of snow.
“Is it?” Soarine chuckles, her breath misting in the cold. “Gods, they weren’t lying when they said Vesphire had gotten colder. I don’t remember it being like this when I was younger.”
You nod in agreement, feeling the deep chill that permeates the air, colder than you anticipated. Despite your body’s natural ability to withstand colder temperatures, you feel that it is much colder than the times of your childhood.
The $pet stirs in your arms, its small body shifting as it lifts its head to peer around curiously.
As you take in the frosty landscape, a sudden, loud sneeze breaks through the crisp night air.
Hunter frowns, patting Helios on the back, “We need to get you something warm to drink before you catch your death out here.”
[[Continue|ch4-54]]Naima is already inside, speaking with the innkeeper, arranging for rooms and meals, handling all the details.
You catch the end of the conversation as the innkeeper replies, his voice gruff, “If you want meals, you’ll have to go to the tavern next door. We don’t do meals here, just rooms.”
Naima sighs, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features as she turns back to you. “I was told they handled everything,” she mutters under her breath, clearly displeased by the oversight.
The innkeeper, hearing her, simply shrugs, not particularly bothered. “Sure, we handle rooms. I just told you where to get your meals.”
You glance toward the tavern, hearing the muffled sounds of conversations and music spilling out from behind the closed doors. It seems lively, a harsh contrast to the quiet stillness of the night.
Naima sighs, “Alright, we need five rooms, four with double beds and one with single bed. We won’t be staying the night, it’s only for a few hours.”
The innkeeper nods, looking at the sheet of paper that has all the available rooms in it, “Come along then.”
Naima comes closer to the door, “The rooms are ready, all of you rest for a while.”
As you all follow the innkeeper up the creaking wooden stairs, the warmth of the inn slowly begins to seep into your bones, chasing away the chill from outside.
The innkeeper stops in front of a set of doors, turning to hand out the keys to Naima, who then distributes them among the group.
You take the key offered to you and go to your designated room. Inside, the space is small but cozy, with a pair of beds covered in thick quilts and a small hearth crackling in the corner. You sit down on the edge of one of the beds, and the $pet, still nestled in your arms, stirs slightly, blinking up at you.
Before you can get too comfortable, there’s a knock at the door. Vincent’s familiar voice calls from the other side, “I’ll accompany you to the tavern.”
You rise from the bed with a sigh, carefully setting the $pet down before heading to the door. “Alright, let’s go,” you reply, opening the door to find Vincent standing there, his usual serious expression in place.
You turn to look at the $pet, “I will be right back, alright. Sit down quietly and wait for me.”
As you both make your way down the stairs and out into the crisp night air, the others begin to filter out of their rooms as well.
Only Helios, Hunter, and $E_name join you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Ask where the others are.|ch4-54a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Do not ask.|ch4-54b]]</span>$E_name glances around the room with a disapproving frown, “This place is quite messy.”
Helios looks around as well, his gaze lingering on the crowded tables and the patrons packed tightly together. He nods in agreement, but when his eyes meet yours, they quickly dart away, almost as if he were guilty of a crime.
You catch the brief moment and can’t help but wonder what is going through his head.
As you settle in, a bartender looks your way, staring you up and down with a smile.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re only attracted to women, and she certainly has a pretty smile.|ch4-55a][$bheshe to "she", $bhimher to "her", $bhisher to "her", $bhishers = "hers", $bself to "herself", $bperson to "woman", $sexuality to "women", $atb to "true"]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re only attracted to men, and he certainly has a pretty smile.|ch4-55a][$bheshe to "he", $bhimher to "him", $bhisher to "his", $bhishers = "his", $bself to "himself", $bperson to "man", $sexuality to "men", $atb to "true"]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t have a preference, and this person certainly has a pretty smile.|ch4-55a][$bheshe to "he", $bhimher to "him", $bhisher to "his", $bhishers = "his", $bself to "himself", $bperson to "man", $sexuality to "all", $atb to "true"]]</span> ❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[While you are attracted to women with a pretty smile, you decide not to entertain her.|ch4-55a][$bheshe to "she", $bhimher to "her", $bhisher to "her", $bhishers = "hers", $bself to "herself", $bperson to "woman", $sexuality to "women"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[While you are attracted to men with a pretty smile, you decide not to entertain him.|ch4-55a][$bheshe to "he", $bhimher to "him", $bhisher to "his", $bhishers = "his", $bself to "himself", $bperson to "man", $sexuality to "men"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[While you don’t have a preference, you decide not to entertain them.|ch4-55a][$bheshe to "he", $bhimher to "him", $bhisher to "his", $bhishers = "his", $bself to "himself", $bperson to "man", $sexuality to "all"]]</span><<set $bheshe to $bheshe.toLowerCase(), $bHeShe to $bheshe.toUpperFirst()>><<set $bhisher to $bhisher.toLowerCase(), $bHisHer to $bhisher.toUpperFirst()>><<set $bhimher to $bhimher.toLowerCase(), $bHimHer to $bhimher.toUpperFirst()>><<set $bhishers to $bhishers.toLowerCase(), $bHisHers to $bhishers.toUpperFirst()>>The bartender makes $bhisher way over to your table. $bHeShe catches your eye almost immediately, $bhisher smile widening as $bheshe takes in your appearance.
“Well, aren’t you a sight,” $bheshe says, clearly to you. “What can I get for you tonight?”
<<if $atb is "true">>You raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips as you meet $bhisher gaze. “What do you recommend?” you reply, your tone light and flirtatious.
The bartender leans in slightly, his grin turning more playful. “Depends on what you’re in the mood for,” $bheshe says, $bhisher eyes never leaving yours.<<else>>“What do you recommend?” You ask, your tone is polite but that is all it is.
The bartender continues, not catching your disinterest, “Depends on what you’re in the mood for,” $bheshe says, $bhisher eyes never leaving yours.<</if>>
Before you can respond, you catch Vincent’s disapproving stare from across the table. He shifts in his seat, “Just bring us some food,” Vincent interjects, his tone clipped.
The bartender straightens up, still smiling. “Coming right up,” $bheshe says, giving you one last look before heading back to the bar.
As $bheshe walks away, Hunter chuckles softly, clearly having noticed the exchange, “It seems you’ve caught someone’s eye.”<<if $cchunter is "true">>
You feel a pang of something inside your chest, perhaps hurt.<</if>>
<<if $atb is "true">>“Just being friendly.”<<else>>“It was nothing.”<</if>>
Vincent, however, doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment as Hunter.
The bartender soon returns, balancing a tray laden with drinks and plates of steaming food. $bHisHer smile is still firmly in place as $bheshe sets everything down in front of you. “Enjoy,” $bheshe says, giving you a wink.
As $bheshe moves on to the next table, you notice a small piece of paper subtly slipped under one of the plates meant for you.
You discreetly pick it up and unfold it. The message inside is brief, $bheshe is staying at the inn next door, the same one you’re staying at, along with a room number scribbled below. The bartender wants you to visit.
Hunter digs into his meal with enthusiasm, taking a hearty sip of the ale in between bites.
You glance up, catching a glimpse of the bartender as $bheshe tends to another table.
<<if $atb is "true">>You fold the note back up, slipping it into your pocket.<<else>><<if $kind lte 49>>Your fingers close around the folded note, and with a flick of your wrist, you toss it aside, letting it fall to the ground.<<else>>You fold the note back up, placing it back where you found it.<</if>><</if>>
Turning back to your meal, you begin to eat. The glasses of ale sit untouched in front of you, their rich amber color deepened by the flickering candlelight.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t usually drink, you don’t reach for a glass.|ch4-56a][$drink to "false"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You usually drink, you reach for a glass.|ch4-56b][$drink to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You don’t usually drink but at this moment you are a bit heartbroken over the person sitting right next to you. You reach for a glass.|ch4-56c][$drink to "false"]]<<else>>==You don’t usually drink but at this moment you are a bit heartbroken over the person sitting right next to you. You reach for a glass.==<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $cchunter is "true">>[[You usually drink, and since you’re a bit heartbroken over the person sitting next to you, you even have more of a reason to drink.|ch4-56d][$drink to "true"]]<<else>>==You usually drink, and since you’re a bit heartbroken over the person sitting next to you, you even have more of a reason to drink.==<</if>></span>You don’t usually drink, and tonight is no exceptionenjoy. There’s too much on your mind, too much at stake, to let yourself be distracted by the warmth of alcohol.
Halfway through the meal, Helios turns to Hunter, “We should take some food for the others, it looks like they won’t be joining us.”
Hunter nods, “I’ll take care of it.”
A bit later, when everyone has finished eating, you stand to leave, but your foot catching on the uneven floor. You stumble, just a little, before you can fully regain your balance, a hand grips your arm, steadying you. You look up from the ground to see Helios, concern passing quickly across his features.
“Careful,” he says, quietly.
He releases your arm as you steady yourself, and the two of you exchange a brief look before he steps back, letting you continue on your way.
As the group makes their way outside, the expected cool night air greets you. The sound of quiet chatter and the distant rustling of leaves accompany your steps as you all head toward the inn where your rooms await. Hunter bids you goodnight as the three of them head to their respective rooms, while Vincent remains at your side.
Once inside the room, Vincent lights the fireplace, making the room look and feel warm. Your $pet has fallen asleep while waiting for you.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He says.
<<if $atb is "true">>Alone now, your thoughts drift back to the note in your pocket.
You debate with yourself, weighing the risks and possibilities, wondering if you should actually go.
Unable to resist, you quickly jot down a note for Vincent, leaving it in plain sight before slipping out of the room.
As you leave the room, your footsteps are nearly silent as you navigate the corridors, your eyes scanning the doors until you find the one with the number written in the note.
You reach the room, your heart beating a little faster. For a moment, you hesitate, your hand hovering in the air, but then you knock—three quick raps that seem to echo louder than they should.
The door opens almost immediately, as if the person on the other side had been waiting for you. The bartender stands there, $bhisher expression shifting into a knowing smile the moment $bheshe sees you.
“You came,” $bheshe says, $bhisher voice low and inviting, carrying a hint of that same flirtatious charm from earlier.
You step inside, the door closing softly behind you, sealing the two of you in a private space. The room is small, intimate, with only a dim lantern casting a soft, golden glow over the sparse furnishings.
$bHeShe steps closer, $bhisher gaze never leaving yours. “So, what brings you here?” $bheshe asks, though the question is more teasing than genuine.
$bHisHer hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your arm, the way $bheshe looks at you makes you think $bheshe wants to worship the very ground you stand on.
Before you can even form a response to the question, $bheshe closes the gap between you, $bhisher lips capturing yours in a kiss.
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively" or $copim2 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">>==Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.==<<else>>[[Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "true"]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have done this plenty of times.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "false"]]</span><<else>>You stay in the room, the silence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you lie down, the thoughts of the evening drift away.
At some point, Vincent returns, his presence quiet and unobtrusive. He stands near the door like a statue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch4-60a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let him be.|ch4-60b]]</span><</if>>You usually drink, and tonight is no different. Reaching for one of the glasses, you lift it to your lips and take a sip. The ale is smooth and slightly bitter, a perfect counterbalance to the richness of the food. The warmth spreads through you, making you forget all about the snow outside.
“You alright?” Hunter asks.
“Yes,” you reply, taking another sip of your drink. “I just want to drink.”
“You shouldn’t drink much, unless you plan on arriving at the palace drunk.” Vincent glances at you then at Hunter, “Take it away from $them.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[With a serious tone, say, “You are only my guard, act like it. Why are you treating me like a child?”|ch4-56b-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “You are such a pain. I can drink if I want to.”|ch4-56b-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him, “I won’t get drunk with one glass.”|ch4-56b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Fine…”|ch4-56b-d]]</span>Normally, you wouldn’t touch it. Drinking has never been your way of dealing with things, especially not on nights like this when there’s so much weighing on your mind. But tonight is different.
Without thinking, your hand reaches for one of the glasses. The cool glass feels solid in your hand, grounding you momentarily as you lift it to your lips. The ale is bitter and sharp on your tongue, but you welcome the distraction, hoping it might dull the edge of the heartache you’re feeling.
“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” Hunter reaches out, $H_hisher hand gently but firmly covering yours, trying to stop you from taking another sip. “You don’t even drink,” $H_heshe says, as if reminding you.
You just want to escape the hurt, you pull your hand back, not roughly, but with enough force to let Hunter know you’re not in the mood to be coddled.
“I’m fine,” you reply, though the slight edge in your voice betrays the lie.
Hunter doesn’t let go immediately, $H_hisher grip lingering for a second longer as if $H_heshe is debating whether to push further or let you be.
Hunter looks at Vincent, “Say something.”
“You shouldn’t drink much, unless you plan on arriving at the palace drunk.” Vincent glances at you then at Hunter, “Take it away from $them.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[With a serious tone, say, “You are only my guard, act like it. Why are you treating me like a child?”|ch4-56b-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “You are such a pain. I can drink if I want to.”|ch4-56b-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him, “I won’t get drunk with one glass.”|ch4-56b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Fine…”|ch4-56b-d]]</span>You usually enjoy a drink with your meal, and tonight is no different.
You even have more of a reason to drink tonight.
The warmth spreads through you, easing some of the tension that has settled in your chest since you learned of Hunter favoring someone else.
Another sip, and your thoughts swirl further. You’re used to the taste of ale, the way it numbs the sharper edges of your worries, but tonight it does little to dull the ache inside.
Hunter’s voice breaks through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. “You alright?” $H_heshe asks, noticing the look in your eyes.
You nod, forcing a small smile. “Yes,” you reply, taking another sip of your drink. The ale isn’t strong enough to drown out the thoughts of $H_himher, but it offers a brief distraction, a momentary comfort.
“You shouldn’t drink much, unless you plan on arriving at the palace drunk.” Vincent glances at you then at Hunter, “Take it away from $them.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[With a serious tone, say, “You are only my guard, act like it. Why are you treating me like a child?”|ch4-56b-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “You are such a pain. I can drink if I want to.”|ch4-56b-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stare at him, “I won’t get drunk with one glass.”|ch4-56b-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Fine…”|ch4-56b-d]]</span>The warmth of their body melds with yours and $bhisher lips are soft and inviting. You pull them closer as your tongue tentatively explores $bhisher mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, $bheshe guides you towards the bed, until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you tumble down onto it, $bheshe following close behind.
The bed creaks under your combined weight, the sound mingling with the soft sounds of your kisses and the rustle of fabric as $bheshe sneaks $bhisher hand under your shirt and traces their fingers on your skin.
$bheshe leans down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat.
It feels nice to be pleased, especially after everything that you’ve been through in the last few days.
Suddenly, the intimate moment is interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.
“The room is occupied!” the bartender calls out, a note of irritation in $bhisher voice, trying to refocus on you.
Before either of you can react, you hear the sound of the door creaking open. $bHeShe must have forgotten to lock it after you entered.
There’s the sound of footsteps, then the distinct noise of a chair being dragged across the floor, closer to the bed.
You both freeze, and the bartender moves slightly away to see who has intruded. You shift your head just enough to see, and your breath catches in your throat when you recognize the figure now sitting in the chair.
Vincent.
He sits there with a blank expression, but his eyes betray his irritation. His presence is like a cold gust of wind, cutting through the moment.
The bartender seems stunned, clearly shocked by the unexpected intrusion. The atmosphere in the room shifts instantly.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Dumbfounded, you ask, “What are you doing?”|ch4-58a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Cover your face in shame.|ch4-58b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Push the bartender away.|ch4-58c]]</span>Dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events, you blurt out, “What are you doing?”
Vincent leans back in the chair, his eyes narrowed, and his voice sharp as he replies, “Go on, continue.”
Before he can say more, the bartender, whose name you don’t know, clearly unsettled by the situation, interjects, “I’m sorry, but is this your…?” $bheshe asks you, glancing nervously between the two of you.
You’re about to respond, but $bheshe continues, “Is this some sort of arrangement? Because I don’t like being watched while I—”
Vincent cuts $bhimher off sharply, “Get out.”
The sudden anger in Vincent’s voice sends a shock through you. You haven’t seen him this furious in a long time, and it’s startling to witness.
The bartender, taken aback by Vincent’s intensity, stumbles over $bhisher words for a moment, before quickly nodding and backing away.
“Alright, alright, I’m out,” $bheshe says, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, clearly wanting to avoid any further confrontation.
With one last wary glance at Vincent, $bheshe slips out.
As the door clicks shut behind the bartender, you turn back to Vincent, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. His eyes are still hard, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“What were you thinking?” Vincent demands, his voice low but laced with anger. “What if that person had tried to harm you? You’re in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by people you don’t know, and you think it’s safe to get into bed with them?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “I wasn’t thinking. I needed a distraction.”|ch4-59a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “You’re insane, were you really going to watch if that bartender let you?”|ch4-59b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “If you don’t want me running around, how about you play with me instead?”|ch4-59c][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything.|ch4-59d]]</span>The shock of the moment hits you like a cold wave, and instinctively, you raise your hands to cover your face, shame flooding through you. The heat that once colored your cheeks with desire now burns with embarrassment.
“Why are you covering your face?” Vincent leans back in the chair, his eyes narrowed, and his voice sharp as he replies, “Go on, continue.”
Before he can say more, the bartender, whose name you don’t know, clearly unsettled by the situation, interjects, “I’m sorry, but is this your…?” $bheshe asks you, glancing nervously between the two of you.
You’re about to respond, but $bheshe continues, “Is this some sort of arrangement? Because I don’t like being watched while I—”
Vincent cuts $bhimher off sharply, “Get out.”
The sudden anger in Vincent’s voice sends a shock through you. You haven’t seen him this furious in a long time, and it’s startling to witness.
The bartender, taken aback by Vincent’s intensity, stumbles over $bhisher words for a moment, before quickly nodding and backing away.
“Alright, alright, I’m out,” $bheshe says, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, clearly wanting to avoid any further confrontation.
With one last wary glance at Vincent, $bheshe slips out.
As the door clicks shut behind the bartender, you turn back to Vincent, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. His eyes are still hard, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“What were you thinking?” Vincent demands, his voice low but laced with anger. “What if that person had tried to harm you? You’re in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by people you don’t know, and you think it’s safe to get into bed with them?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “I wasn’t thinking. I needed a distraction.”|ch4-59a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “You’re insane, were you really going to watch if that bartender let you?”|ch4-59b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “If you don’t want me running around, how about you play with me instead?”|ch4-59c][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything.|ch4-59d]]</span>Without a second thought, you push the bartender away, the intimacy shattered. “Stop,” you say firmly, your voice steady but laced with a clear sense of finality.
“Why stop?” Vincent leans back in the chair, his eyes narrowed, and his voice sharp as he replies, “Go on, continue.”
Before he can say more, the bartender, whose name you don’t know, clearly unsettled by the situation, interjects, “I’m sorry, but is this your…?” $bheshe asks you, glancing nervously between the two of you.
You’re about to respond, but $bheshe continues, “Is this some sort of arrangement? Because I don’t like being watched while I—”
Vincent cuts $bhimher off sharply, “Get out.”
The sudden anger in Vincent’s voice sends a shock through you. You haven’t seen him this furious in a long time, and it’s startling to witness.
The bartender, taken aback by Vincent’s intensity, stumbles over $bhisher words for a moment, before quickly nodding and backing away.
“Alright, alright, I’m out,” $bheshe says, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, clearly wanting to avoid any further confrontation.
With one last wary glance at Vincent, $bheshe slips out.
As the door clicks shut behind the bartender, you turn back to Vincent, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. His eyes are still hard, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“What were you thinking?” Vincent demands, his voice low but laced with anger. “What if that person had tried to harm you? You’re in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by people you don’t know, and you think it’s safe to get into bed with them?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Mutter, “I wasn’t thinking. I needed a distraction.”|ch4-59a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff, “You’re insane, were you really going to watch if that bartender let you?”|ch4-59b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “If you don’t want me running around, how about you play with me instead?”|ch4-59c][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything.|ch4-59d]]</span>You search for the right words, something that will ease the situation, but all that comes out is, “I wasn’t thinking… I just needed a distraction.”
Vincent stares at you for a moment, takes a deep breath, “We are leaving. Now.”
As you step out of the room, Vincent is right behind you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second, as he leads you back through the dimly lit corridors.
When you reach your room, Vincent opens the door and waits for you to enter before following you inside.
He leaves once, to bring you a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Here,” he says, holding out the bowl and cloth. “Clean your face and neck.”
You take the bowl and cloth from him, the coolness of the water a welcome relief as you dip the cloth in and begin to wipe away the residues of the night’s events.
A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. The door is opened by him, and Naima steps inside.
A part of you is weary from the journey, eager to finally reach your destination and find some true semblance of rest.
Yet, with each passing moment, another part of you grows more nervous, the pit in your stomach tightening as you draw closer to the palace.
You gather your things and follow them outside, where the carriages await under the dim light of the stars.
The cold air bites at your skin, and the snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way toward the waiting carriages.
Fadiya peeks her head out of the carriage, her eyes warm with encouragement despite the late hour. “Come on, $name,” she says, her voice soft but urging.
The $pet in your arms lets out a small, contented noise, as if agreeing with Fadiya and urging you forward.
As the carriage sways gently, you find yourself staring out the window, watching the darkened landscape pass by in a blur.
The minutes stretch into hours, the stillness of the night broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels over the snow-covered road.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the palace in the distance.
The palace looks almost the same as you remember it, but as you draw closer, you begin to notice subtle differences.
The carriage finally comes to a halt at the base of the palace steps. You hesitate before getting out, as if by delaying this moment you might somehow avoid the confrontation with your past. The snow crunches under your feet as you approach the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the memories you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You pause at the base of the steps, staring up at the building that once felt like home. The building stands tall but it’s different now. Just as you are.
The sections that were rebuilt after the fire stand out, slightly different in style, as if trying to mimic the past but never quite getting it right.
Fadiya steps beside you, her gaze sweeping over the structure as she looks at it, while you take a moment to gather yourself. The cold air clears your thoughts, sharpening the edges of your reality.
//I want my natural appearance back//, you think, and with a subtle shift, the potion’s effects fade away, leaving you as you truly are.
Just as you gather the strength to move forward, the doors to the palace swing open. A group of servants pours out first, moving quickly to prepare the entrance for your arrival. They bustle about, clearing snow from the steps and lighting torches to chase away the dark.
Then, from behind the line of servants, a man emerges. He’s older than $E_name, but still young compared to $E_their father.
There is a brightness in his expression that immediately sets him apart from the coldness you were expecting.
He stops a few steps in front of you, bowing deeply. “Welcome to Vesphire,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, “I am Alexander Athelstan, the eldest child of the duke. It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”
Then, with a courteous nod, he turns his attention to Helios and Soarine, who have stepped out of their own carriage. “It is an honor to have both of you here as well, Your Highnesses.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return his energy, “It is nice to meet you as well.”|ch4-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cordial, “Thank you.”|ch4-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, “I am exhausted, it has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”|ch4-61c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything, look at Naima to handle this.|ch4-61d]]</span>“You’re insane,” you shoot back, your own voice rising in frustration. “Were you really going to watch if that bartender let you?”
For a moment, the anger in his expression falters and he takes a deep breath. “I do not have such hobbies, Your Majesty.”
Vincent stares at you for a moment, and sighs, “We are leaving. Now.”
As you step out of the room, Vincent is right behind you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second, as he leads you back through the dimly lit corridors.
When you reach your room, Vincent opens the door and waits for you to enter before following you inside.
He leaves once, to bring you a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Here,” he says, holding out the bowl and cloth. “Clean your face and neck.”
You take the bowl and cloth from him, the coolness of the water a welcome relief as you dip the cloth in and begin to wipe away the residues of the night’s events.
A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. The door is opened by him, and Naima steps inside.
A part of you is weary from the journey, eager to finally reach your destination and find some true semblance of rest.
Yet, with each passing moment, another part of you grows more nervous, the pit in your stomach tightening as you draw closer to the palace.
You gather your things and follow them outside, where the carriages await under the dim light of the stars.
The cold air bites at your skin, and the snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way toward the waiting carriages.
Fadiya peeks her head out of the carriage, her eyes warm with encouragement despite the late hour. “Come on, $name,” she says, her voice soft but urging.
The $pet in your arms lets out a small, contented noise, as if agreeing with Fadiya and urging you forward.
As the carriage sways gently, you find yourself staring out the window, watching the darkened landscape pass by in a blur.
The minutes stretch into hours, the stillness of the night broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels over the snow-covered road.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the palace in the distance.
The palace looks almost the same as you remember it, but as you draw closer, you begin to notice subtle differences.
The carriage finally comes to a halt at the base of the palace steps. You hesitate before getting out, as if by delaying this moment you might somehow avoid the confrontation with your past. The snow crunches under your feet as you approach the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the memories you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You pause at the base of the steps, staring up at the building that once felt like home. The building stands tall but it’s different now. Just as you are.
The sections that were rebuilt after the fire stand out, slightly different in style, as if trying to mimic the past but never quite getting it right.
Fadiya steps beside you, her gaze sweeping over the structure as she looks at it, while you take a moment to gather yourself. The cold air clears your thoughts, sharpening the edges of your reality.
//I want my natural appearance back//, you think, and with a subtle shift, the potion’s effects fade away, leaving you as you truly are.
Just as you gather the strength to move forward, the doors to the palace swing open. A group of servants pours out first, moving quickly to prepare the entrance for your arrival. They bustle about, clearing snow from the steps and lighting torches to chase away the dark.
Then, from behind the line of servants, a man emerges. He’s older than $E_name, but still young compared to $E_their father.
There is a brightness in his expression that immediately sets him apart from the coldness you were expecting.
He stops a few steps in front of you, bowing deeply. “Welcome to Vesphire,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, “I am Alexander Athelstan, the eldest child of the duke. It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”
Then, with a courteous nod, he turns his attention to Helios and Soarine, who have stepped out of their own carriage. “It is an honor to have both of you here as well, Your Highnesses.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return his energy, “It is nice to meet you as well.”|ch4-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cordial, “Thank you.”|ch4-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, “I am exhausted, it has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”|ch4-61c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything, look at Naima to handle this.|ch4-61d]]</span><<set $Vincent_rs to Math.clamp($Vincent_rs - 5, 0, 100)>> can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corners of your lips, a playful defiance rising in response to his reaction.
“If you don’t want me running around,” you say, your voice laced with teasing flirtation, “how about you play with me instead?”
He takes a step closer, the intensity in his gaze never wavering. “This isn’t a game, I’m here to do my duty, not to play games with you.”
There’s something about the way he looks at you now—so raw, so focused—that makes your pulse quicken for reasons beyond just defiance.
You get up from the bed, standing far too close to him for his liking, “Why not both?”
Vincent stares at you for a moment, and takes a deep breath along with a step backwards, “We are leaving. Now.”
As you step out of the room, Vincent is right behind you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second, as he leads you back through the dimly lit corridors.
When you reach your room, Vincent opens the door and waits for you to enter before following you inside.
He leaves once, to bring you a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Here,” he says, holding out the bowl and cloth. “Clean your face and neck.”
You take the bowl and cloth from him, the coolness of the water a welcome relief as you dip the cloth in and begin to wipe away the residues of the night’s events.
A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. The door is opened by him, and Naima steps inside.
A part of you is weary from the journey, eager to finally reach your destination and find some true semblance of rest.
Yet, with each passing moment, another part of you grows more nervous, the pit in your stomach tightening as you draw closer to the palace.
You gather your things and follow them outside, where the carriages await under the dim light of the stars.
The cold air bites at your skin, and the snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way toward the waiting carriages.
Fadiya peeks her head out of the carriage, her eyes warm with encouragement despite the late hour. “Come on, $name,” she says, her voice soft but urging.
The $pet in your arms lets out a small, contented noise, as if agreeing with Fadiya and urging you forward.
As the carriage sways gently, you find yourself staring out the window, watching the darkened landscape pass by in a blur.
The minutes stretch into hours, the stillness of the night broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels over the snow-covered road.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the palace in the distance.
The palace looks almost the same as you remember it, but as you draw closer, you begin to notice subtle differences.
The carriage finally comes to a halt at the base of the palace steps. You hesitate before getting out, as if by delaying this moment you might somehow avoid the confrontation with your past. The snow crunches under your feet as you approach the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the memories you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You pause at the base of the steps, staring up at the building that once felt like home. The building stands tall but it’s different now. Just as you are.
The sections that were rebuilt after the fire stand out, slightly different in style, as if trying to mimic the past but never quite getting it right.
Fadiya steps beside you, her gaze sweeping over the structure as she looks at it, while you take a moment to gather yourself. The cold air clears your thoughts, sharpening the edges of your reality.
//I want my natural appearance back//, you think, and with a subtle shift, the potion’s effects fade away, leaving you as you truly are.
Just as you gather the strength to move forward, the doors to the palace swing open. A group of servants pours out first, moving quickly to prepare the entrance for your arrival. They bustle about, clearing snow from the steps and lighting torches to chase away the dark.
Then, from behind the line of servants, a man emerges. He’s older than $E_name, but still young compared to $E_their father.
There is a brightness in his expression that immediately sets him apart from the coldness you were expecting.
He stops a few steps in front of you, bowing deeply. “Welcome to Vesphire,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, “I am Alexander Athelstan, the eldest child of the duke. It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”
Then, with a courteous nod, he turns his attention to Helios and Soarine, who have stepped out of their own carriage. “It is an honor to have both of you here as well, Your Highnesses.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return his energy, “It is nice to meet you as well.”|ch4-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cordial, “Thank you.”|ch4-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, “I am exhausted, it has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”|ch4-61c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything, look at Naima to handle this.|ch4-61d]]</span>You stay silent.
Vincent stares at you for a moment, takes a deep breath, “We are leaving. Now.”
As you step out of the room, Vincent is right behind you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second, as he leads you back through the dimly lit corridors.
When you reach your room, Vincent opens the door and waits for you to enter before following you inside.
He leaves once, to bring you a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Here,” he says, holding out the bowl and cloth. “Clean your face and neck.”
You take the bowl and cloth from him, the coolness of the water a welcome relief as you dip the cloth in and begin to wipe away the residues of the night’s events.
A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. The door is opened by him, and Naima steps inside.
As you step out of the room, Vincent is right behind you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second, as he leads you back through the dimly lit corridors.
When you reach your room, Vincent opens the door and waits for you to enter before following you inside.
He leaves once, to bring you a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Here,” he says, holding out the bowl and cloth. “Clean your face and neck.”
You take the bowl and cloth from him, the coolness of the water a welcome relief as you dip the cloth in and begin to wipe away the residues of the night’s events.
A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. The door is opened by him, and Naima steps inside.
A part of you is weary from the journey, eager to finally reach your destination and find some true semblance of rest.
Yet, with each passing moment, another part of you grows more nervous, the pit in your stomach tightening as you draw closer to the palace.
You gather your things and follow them outside, where the carriages await under the dim light of the stars.
The cold air bites at your skin, and the snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way toward the waiting carriages.
Fadiya peeks her head out of the carriage, her eyes warm with encouragement despite the late hour. “Come on, $name,” she says, her voice soft but urging.
The $pet in your arms lets out a small, contented noise, as if agreeing with Fadiya and urging you forward.
As the carriage sways gently, you find yourself staring out the window, watching the darkened landscape pass by in a blur.
The minutes stretch into hours, the stillness of the night broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels over the snow-covered road.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the palace in the distance.
The palace looks almost the same as you remember it, but as you draw closer, you begin to notice subtle differences.
The carriage finally comes to a halt at the base of the palace steps. You hesitate before getting out, as if by delaying this moment you might somehow avoid the confrontation with your past. The snow crunches under your feet as you approach the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the memories you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You pause at the base of the steps, staring up at the building that once felt like home. The building stands tall but it’s different now. Just as you are.
The sections that were rebuilt after the fire stand out, slightly different in style, as if trying to mimic the past but never quite getting it right.
Fadiya steps beside you, her gaze sweeping over the structure as she looks at it, while you take a moment to gather yourself. The cold air clears your thoughts, sharpening the edges of your reality.
//I want my natural appearance back//, you think, and with a subtle shift, the potion’s effects fade away, leaving you as you truly are.
Just as you gather the strength to move forward, the doors to the palace swing open. A group of servants pours out first, moving quickly to prepare the entrance for your arrival. They bustle about, clearing snow from the steps and lighting torches to chase away the dark.
Then, from behind the line of servants, a man emerges. He’s older than $E_name, but still young compared to $E_their father.
There is a brightness in his expression that immediately sets him apart from the coldness you were expecting.
He stops a few steps in front of you, bowing deeply. “Welcome to Vesphire,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, “I am Alexander Athelstan, the eldest child of the duke. It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”
Then, with a courteous nod, he turns his attention to Helios and Soarine, who have stepped out of their own carriage. “It is an honor to have both of you here as well, Your Highnesses.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return his energy, “It is nice to meet you as well.”|ch4-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cordial, “Thank you.”|ch4-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, “I am exhausted, it has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”|ch4-61c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything, look at Naima to handle this.|ch4-61d]]</span>The silence starts to feel oppressive, so you decide to break it, “Are you looking forward to staying in Vesphire?”
Vincent’s gaze flickers toward you and he seems to consider your question for a moment before responding with a simple, “No.”
His tone leaves no room for further discussion. You don’t push him further, sensing that he has no interest in elaborating. He clearly intends to keep the thoughts he has about Vesphire to himself.
The quiet returns, settling back over the room like a heavy fog.
A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. Before you can fully gather your thoughts, the door is opened by Vincent, and Naima steps inside.
“We should start moving now, it won’t take too long to reach the palace.”
A part of you is weary from the journey, eager to finally reach your destination and find some true semblance of rest.
Yet, with each passing moment, another part of you grows more nervous, the pit in your stomach tightening as you draw closer to the palace.
You gather your things and follow them outside, where the carriages await under the dim light of the stars.
The cold air bites at your skin, and the snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way toward the waiting carriages.
Fadiya peeks her head out of the carriage, her eyes warm with encouragement despite the late hour. “Come on, $name,” she says, her voice soft but urging.
The $pet in your arms lets out a small, contented noise, as if agreeing with Fadiya and urging you forward.
As the carriage sways gently, you find yourself staring out the window, watching the darkened landscape pass by in a blur.
The minutes stretch into hours, the stillness of the night broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels over the snow-covered road.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the palace in the distance.
The palace looks almost the same as you remember it, but as you draw closer, you begin to notice subtle differences.
The carriage finally comes to a halt at the base of the palace steps. You hesitate before getting out, as if by delaying this moment you might somehow avoid the confrontation with your past. The snow crunches under your feet as you approach the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the memories you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You pause at the base of the steps, staring up at the building that once felt like home. The building stands tall but it’s different now. Just as you are.
The sections that were rebuilt after the fire stand out, slightly different in style, as if trying to mimic the past but never quite getting it right.
Fadiya steps beside you, her gaze sweeping over the structure as she looks at it, while you take a moment to gather yourself. The cold air clears your thoughts, sharpening the edges of your reality.
//I want my natural appearance back//, you think, and with a subtle shift, the potion’s effects fade away, leaving you as you truly are.
Just as you gather the strength to move forward, the doors to the palace swing open. A group of servants pours out first, moving quickly to prepare the entrance for your arrival. They bustle about, clearing snow from the steps and lighting torches to chase away the dark.
Then, from behind the line of servants, a man emerges. He’s older than $E_name, but still young compared to $E_their father. There is a brightness in his expression that immediately sets him apart from the coldness you were expecting.
He stops a few steps in front of you, bowing deeply. “Welcome to Vesphire,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, “I am Alexander Athelstan, the eldest child of the duke. It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”
Then, with a courteous nod, he turns his attention to Helios and Soarine, who have stepped out of their own carriage. “It is an honor to have both of you here as well, Your Highnesses.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return his energy, “It is nice to meet you as well.”|ch4-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cordial, “Thank you.”|ch4-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, “I am exhausted, it has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”|ch4-61c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything, look at Naima to handle this.|ch4-61d]]</span>A few hours later, the stillness of the night is broken by a soft knock at the door. Before you can fully gather your thoughts, the door is opened by Vincent, and Naima steps inside.
“We should start moving now, it won’t take too long to reach the palace.”
A part of you is weary from the journey, eager to finally reach your destination and find some true semblance of rest.
Yet, with each passing moment, another part of you grows more nervous, the pit in your stomach tightening as you draw closer to the palace.
You gather your things and follow them outside, where the carriages await under the dim light of the stars.
The cold air bites at your skin, and the snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way toward the waiting carriages.
Fadiya peeks her head out of the carriage, her eyes warm with encouragement despite the late hour. “Come on, $name,” she says, her voice soft but urging.
The $pet in your arms lets out a small, contented noise, as if agreeing with Fadiya and urging you forward.
As the carriage sways gently, you find yourself staring out the window, watching the darkened landscape pass by in a blur.
The minutes stretch into hours, the stillness of the night broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels over the snow-covered road.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the palace in the distance.
The palace looks almost the same as you remember it, but as you draw closer, you begin to notice subtle differences.
The carriage finally comes to a halt at the base of the palace steps. You hesitate before getting out, as if by delaying this moment you might somehow avoid the confrontation with your past. The snow crunches under your feet as you approach the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the memories you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You pause at the base of the steps, staring up at the building that once felt like home. The building stands tall but it’s different now. Just as you are.
The sections that were rebuilt after the fire stand out, slightly different in style, as if trying to mimic the past but never quite getting it right.
Fadiya steps beside you, her gaze sweeping over the structure as she looks at it, while you take a moment to gather yourself. The cold air clears your thoughts, sharpening the edges of your reality.
//I want my natural appearance back//, you think, and with a subtle shift, the potion’s effects fade away, leaving you as you truly are.
Just as you gather the strength to move forward, the doors to the palace swing open. A group of servants pours out first, moving quickly to prepare the entrance for your arrival. They bustle about, clearing snow from the steps and lighting torches to chase away the dark.
Then, from behind the line of servants, a man emerges. He’s older than $E_name, but still young compared to $E_their father. There is a brightness in his expression that immediately sets him apart from the coldness you were expecting.
He stops a few steps in front of you, bowing deeply. “Welcome to Vesphire,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, “I am Alexander Athelstan, the eldest child of the duke. It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”
Then, with a courteous nod, he turns his attention to Helios and Soarine, who have stepped out of their own carriage. “It is an honor to have both of you here as well, Your Highnesses.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Return his energy, “It is nice to meet you as well.”|ch4-61a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Be cordial, “Thank you.”|ch4-61b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t care enough, “I am exhausted, it has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”|ch4-61c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything, look at Naima to handle this.|ch4-61d]]</span>You feel a flicker of surprise at his demeanor, he is very different from $E_name. You quickly gather yourself, “It is nice to meet you as well, Alexander. You are very kind.”
Alexander’s smile widens, “We’ve prepared everything for your stay,” he continues, his tone both respectful and welcoming. “If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
He points toward the entrance, “Shall we? The night is cold, and you must be weary from your journey. I’ll have someone escort you to your quarters right away.”
He gestures to a nearby servant, who steps forward and bows low before motioning for you to follow.
As you walk, the memories of your past here clash with the reality of the present.
The palace, though still grand, holds a different atmosphere now. The once vibrant reds and golds that adorned the halls have been replaced by blues and silvers, a reflection of the new reign.
The paths may be the same, but everything else is different, it no longer belongs to you. It feels familiar, yet foreign, like an object of the past that no longer feels like yours.
The servant leads you through halls, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating your path.
Finally, you reach your quarters, the door opening to reveal a spacious room prepared for your arrival. The fire in the hearth crackles warmly, and the bed looks inviting.
The servant bows once more before leaving you alone, and as the door closes behind you, the silence of the room envelops you.
You gently set your $pet down, allowing it to explore the room at its own pace. It looks around curiously, moving from one corner to the next, watching it makes you feel lighter.
You spot a jug of water on a small table, and you walk over to it, pouring yourself a glass. The cool liquid is refreshing, but it does little to ease the exhaustion that has taken hold of you.
Seeing the state of your former home, altered and yet so familiar, has drained you of any remaining energy.
You sigh, feeling the beginnings of a headache throb at your temples. The day has been long and overwhelming, the emotional toll almost too much to bear.
Without much thought, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes, the rich fabric sliding over your skin. You consider freshening up, but the idea of taking the time to do so feels like too much.
There’s a knock on your door.
“Yes?” you call out, your voice quieter than you intended, but the exhaustion seeps into your tone.
The door opens with a soft creak, revealing Vincent standing in the dim light of the corridor.
“I’m staying in the room next to this one,” he says, his voice low and reassuring. “If you need anything, just tell me.”
He lingers for a moment longer, as if debating whether to say more, but then he gives a brief nod and steps back toward the door. “Sleep,” he says, as though sleep might be the one thing that can mend the weariness in your bones.
As the door closes behind him, the room feels even quieter than when you first walked in.
You sink down onto the edge of the bed, sheets are cool against your skin, the bed surprisingly comfortable, and as you lie down, the tension in your body begins to ease, if only slightly.
Your eyes drift upward, settling on the ceiling above. Unlike the ceilings in Rosea, which were carved with designs, the one here is painted, adorned with patterns that have been carefully preserved. The gold linings catch the faint light, shimmering softly in the dim room.
This must be part of the palace that survived the fire, untouched by that day that ruined so much of this place.
You sigh, putting your arm over your eyes, forcing yourself to relax.
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go see what survived from the fire and what didn’t.|ch4-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is plan on redecorating the entire palace.|ch4-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go to the garden.|ch4-62c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have no ambitions for tomorrow.|ch4-62d]]</span>You return his greeting with a polite nod, keeping your voice cordial, “Thank you.”
Alexander’s smile widens, “We’ve prepared everything for your stay,” he continues, his tone both respectful and welcoming. “If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
He points toward the entrance, “Shall we? The night is cold, and you must be weary from your journey. I’ll have someone escort you to your quarters right away.”
He gestures to a nearby servant, who steps forward and bows low before motioning for you to follow.
As you walk, the memories of your past here clash with the reality of the present.
The palace, though still grand, holds a different atmosphere now. The once vibrant reds and golds that adorned the halls have been replaced by blues and silvers, a reflection of the new reign.
The paths may be the same, but everything else is different, it no longer belongs to you. It feels familiar, yet foreign, like an object of the past that no longer feels like yours.
The servant leads you through halls, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating your path.
Finally, you reach your quarters, the door opening to reveal a spacious room prepared for your arrival. The fire in the hearth crackles warmly, and the bed looks inviting.
The servant bows once more before leaving you alone, and as the door closes behind you, the silence of the room envelops you.
You gently set your $pet down, allowing it to explore the room at its own pace. It looks around curiously, moving from one corner to the next, watching it makes you feel lighter.
You spot a jug of water on a small table, and you walk over to it, pouring yourself a glass. The cool liquid is refreshing, but it does little to ease the exhaustion that has taken hold of you.
Seeing the state of your former home, altered and yet so familiar, has drained you of any remaining energy.
You sigh, feeling the beginnings of a headache throb at your temples. The day has been long and overwhelming, the emotional toll almost too much to bear.
Without much thought, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes, the rich fabric sliding over your skin. You consider freshening up, but the idea of taking the time to do so feels like too much.
There’s a knock on your door.
“Yes?” you call out, your voice quieter than you intended, but the exhaustion seeps into your tone.
The door opens with a soft creak, revealing Vincent standing in the dim light of the corridor.
“I’m staying in the room next to this one,” he says, his voice low and reassuring. “If you need anything, just tell me.”
He lingers for a moment longer, as if debating whether to say more, but then he gives a brief nod and steps back toward the door. “Sleep,” he says, as though sleep might be the one thing that can mend the weariness in your bones.
As the door closes behind him, the room feels even quieter than when you first walked in.
You sink down onto the edge of the bed, sheets are cool against your skin, the bed surprisingly comfortable, and as you lie down, the tension in your body begins to ease, if only slightly.
Your eyes drift upward, settling on the ceiling above. Unlike the ceilings in Rosea, which were carved with designs, the one here is painted, adorned with patterns that have been carefully preserved. The gold linings catch the faint light, shimmering softly in the dim room.
This must be part of the palace that survived the fire, untouched by that day that ruined so much of this place.
You sigh, putting your arm over your eyes, forcing yourself to relax.
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go see what survived from the fire and what didn’t.|ch4-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is plan on redecorating the entire palace.|ch4-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go to the garden.|ch4-62c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have no ambitions for tomorrow.|ch4-62d]]</span>You meet his gaze briefly before responding, your voice firm but weary. “I am exhausted. It has been a long journey. Can I be shown to the quarters?”
Alexander nods immediately, understanding your need for rest without further questions. “Of course,” he says, “I’ll have someone escort you to your quarters right away.”
He gestures to a nearby servant, who steps forward and bows low before motioning for you to follow.
As you walk, the memories of your past here clash with the reality of the present.
The palace, though still grand, holds a different atmosphere now. The once vibrant reds and golds that adorned the halls have been replaced by blues and silvers, a reflection of the new reign.
The paths may be the same, but everything else is different, it no longer belongs to you. It feels familiar, yet foreign, like an object of the past that no longer feels like yours.
The servant leads you through halls, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating your path.
Finally, you reach your quarters, the door opening to reveal a spacious room prepared for your arrival. The fire in the hearth crackles warmly, and the bed looks inviting.
The servant bows once more before leaving you alone, and as the door closes behind you, the silence of the room envelops you.
You gently set your $pet down, allowing it to explore the room at its own pace. It looks around curiously, moving from one corner to the next, watching it makes you feel lighter.
You spot a jug of water on a small table, and you walk over to it, pouring yourself a glass. The cool liquid is refreshing, but it does little to ease the exhaustion that has taken hold of you.
Seeing the state of your former home, altered and yet so familiar, has drained you of any remaining energy.
You sigh, feeling the beginnings of a headache throb at your temples. The day has been long and overwhelming, the emotional toll almost too much to bear.
Without much thought, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes, the rich fabric sliding over your skin. You consider freshening up, but the idea of taking the time to do so feels like too much.
There’s a knock on your door.
“Yes?” you call out, your voice quieter than you intended, but the exhaustion seeps into your tone.
The door opens with a soft creak, revealing Vincent standing in the dim light of the corridor.
“I’m staying in the room next to this one,” he says, his voice low and reassuring. “If you need anything, just tell me.”
He lingers for a moment longer, as if debating whether to say more, but then he gives a brief nod and steps back toward the door. “Sleep,” he says, as though sleep might be the one thing that can mend the weariness in your bones.
As the door closes behind him, the room feels even quieter than when you first walked in.
You sink down onto the edge of the bed, sheets are cool against your skin, the bed surprisingly comfortable, and as you lie down, the tension in your body begins to ease, if only slightly.
Your eyes drift upward, settling on the ceiling above. Unlike the ceilings in Rosea, which were carved with designs, the one here is painted, adorned with patterns that have been carefully preserved. The gold linings catch the faint light, shimmering softly in the dim room.
This must be part of the palace that survived the fire, untouched by that day that ruined so much of this place.
You sigh, putting your arm over your eyes, forcing yourself to relax.
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go see what survived from the fire and what didn’t.|ch4-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is plan on redecorating the entire palace.|ch4-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go to the garden.|ch4-62c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have no ambitions for tomorrow.|ch4-62d]]</span>You don’t respond, instead, you glance over at Naima, silently signaling for her to take the lead.
Naima steps forward smoothly. She offers Alexander a respectful nod, “Thank you, Lord Alexander. We appreciate the warm welcome. It has been a long journey, and $Their Majesty would prefer to retire for the night before addressing any formalities.”
Alexander nods immediately, understanding your need for rest without further questions. “Of course,” he says, “I’ll have someone escort you to your quarters right away.”
He gestures to a nearby servant, who steps forward and bows low before motioning for you to follow.
As you walk, the memories of your past here clash with the reality of the present.
The palace, though still grand, holds a different atmosphere now. The once vibrant reds and golds that adorned the halls have been replaced by blues and silvers, a reflection of the new reign.
The paths may be the same, but everything else is different, it no longer belongs to you. It feels familiar, yet foreign, like an object of the past that no longer feels like yours.
The servant leads you through halls, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating your path.
Finally, you reach your quarters, the door opening to reveal a spacious room prepared for your arrival. The fire in the hearth crackles warmly, and the bed looks inviting.
The servant bows once more before leaving you alone, and as the door closes behind you, the silence of the room envelops you.
You gently set your $pet down, allowing it to explore the room at its own pace. It looks around curiously, moving from one corner to the next, watching it makes you feel lighter.
You spot a jug of water on a small table, and you walk over to it, pouring yourself a glass. The cool liquid is refreshing, but it does little to ease the exhaustion that has taken hold of you.
Seeing the state of your former home, altered and yet so familiar, has drained you of any remaining energy.
You sigh, feeling the beginnings of a headache throb at your temples. The day has been long and overwhelming, the emotional toll almost too much to bear.
Without much thought, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes, the rich fabric sliding over your skin. You consider freshening up, but the idea of taking the time to do so feels like too much.
There’s a knock on your door.
“Yes?” you call out, your voice quieter than you intended, but the exhaustion seeps into your tone.
The door opens with a soft creak, revealing Vincent standing in the dim light of the corridor.
“I’m staying in the room next to this one,” he says, his voice low and reassuring. “If you need anything, just tell me.”
He lingers for a moment longer, as if debating whether to say more, but then he gives a brief nod and steps back toward the door. “Sleep,” he says, as though sleep might be the one thing that can mend the weariness in your bones.
As the door closes behind him, the room feels even quieter than when you first walked in.
You sink down onto the edge of the bed, sheets are cool against your skin, the bed surprisingly comfortable, and as you lie down, the tension in your body begins to ease, if only slightly.
Your eyes drift upward, settling on the ceiling above. Unlike the ceilings in Rosea, which were carved with designs, the one here is painted, adorned with patterns that have been carefully preserved. The gold linings catch the faint light, shimmering softly in the dim room.
This must be part of the palace that survived the fire, untouched by that day that ruined so much of this place.
You sigh, putting your arm over your eyes, forcing yourself to relax.
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go see what survived from the fire and what didn’t.|ch4-62a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is plan on redecorating the entire palace.|ch4-62b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The first thing you will do tomorrow is go to the garden.|ch4-62c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have no ambitions for tomorrow.|ch4-62d]]</span>Tomorrow, you resolve, will be the day you face what remains. You will explore the palace, see firsthand what the fire took and what it spared.
For now, all you can do is rest and gather the strength you’ll need to confront them. The room remains quiet, the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
[[Continue|ch4-63]]The first thing you will do is plan the redecorating of the entire palace, restoring it to what it was before everything or at least try to.
For now, all you can do is rest and gather the strength you’ll need to confront them. The room remains quiet, the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
[[Continue|ch4-63]]The first thing you will do tomorrow, you decide, is visit the garden where you spent so much time with Alistair.
The thought both comforts and saddens you, it has been a long time since you were last there.
For now, all you can do is rest and gather the strength you’ll need to confront them. The room remains quiet, the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
[[Continue|ch4-63]]Tomorrow will be here soon, but you find yourself unable to muster any ambitions, any goals for the day to come.
For now, all you can do is rest and gather the strength you’ll need to confront them. The room remains quiet, the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
[[Continue|ch4-63]]//Everything is burning. The once grand hallway, adorned in rich reds and golds, is now consumed by flames. The fire spreads with a terrifying hunger, first devouring the curtains, then creeping up the walls, turning portraits into charred ashes that crumble to the ground.
You look down at your necklace, feeling it tingle. The gem is glowing, something it has never done before.
The air is thick with smoke that stings your eyes and fills your lungs with every breath.
You know this place, how could you not?
The realization tightens around your chest like a cruel reminder.
A muffled cough cuts through the crackling roar of the fire. You squint through the smoke, and there, down the burning corridor, you see someone kneeling on the floor.
As you move closer, the figure becomes clearer, and you see who they are kneeling beside.
Alistair.
His eyes are closed, his face pale against the flickering glow of the flames. He looks frail, as if the very act of breathing is an unbearable burden.
Slowly, he manages to crack his eyes open, just enough to look up at the person beside him.
Panic surges through you as you rush to his side, dropping to your knees next to him. You reach out, desperate to touch him, to offer some kind of comfort, but your hand passes right through him, as if he’s nothing but a wisp of smoke.
This dream feels wrong, so disturbingly real, yet distant, like a memory you forgot.
Your gaze shifts to the figure kneeling beside Alistair. They seem to be consoling him, murmuring something you can’t quite hear.
There is something wrong with them.
They’re draped in black, with a veil obscuring their face, a figure that feels more like a ghost than a person.
They don’t belong here, in this burning place.
“Do something!” you scream, your voice breaking with desperation. You know they can’t hear you, you know that you’re nothing but a helpless observer in this nightmare but the words tear out of you anyway.
The figure stiffens at your outburst, as if they’ve suddenly become aware of your presence. Then, slowly, they lift their head, turning to look where you stand.
A chill runs down your spine, something is clawing at your insides.
“You’re here, aren’t you?” the figure says, their voice calm, cutting through the chaos around you.
Your heart pounds in your chest, the sound of it echoing in your ears, drowning out the roar of the flames.
The figure slowly lifts the veil, revealing their face. Red eyes stare back at you, with a face that isn’t yours but is far too familiar. The resemblance is odd, as if you’re staring into a distorted mirror.
“Sister…” Alistair manages to whisper which makes the person look away from where you are and back at him.
“Catalina…” you whisper, the name slipping from your lips like a curse.
You hear the crashing of a chandelier in the distant.//
[[Continue|ch4-64]]<<if visited("ch4-50b-1a")>><<set $fad_ro to Math.clamp($fad_ro + 1, 0, 30)>><</if>><<if visited("ch4-50b-1b")>><<set $fad_ro to Math.clamp($fad_ro + 1, 0, 30)>><</if>><<if visited("ch3-41c")>><<set $hel_ro to Math.clamp($hel_ro + 1, 0, 30)>><</if>><<if visited("ch3-P76a")>><<set $fad_ro to Math.clamp($fad_ro + 1, 0, 30)>><</if>><<if $cchunter is "true">><<set $hun_ro to Math.clamp($hun_ro + 3, 0, 30)>><</if>><<if $ccfadiya is "true">><<set $fad_ro to Math.clamp($fad_ro + 3, 0, 30)>><</if>>You gasp, the sound escaping your lips in a sharp, ragged breath. Your heart pounds in your chest and you become aware of a firm grip on your shoulders.
Blinking rapidly, you realize you’re kneeling in a hallway, the very same one from your dream.
You slowly lift your head, in front of you is…
<span class="choice-normal">[[Fadiya|ch4-65a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|ch4-65b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|ch4-65c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Soarine|ch4-65d]]</span>
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<<button "Restart the game.">><<run Engine.restart()>><</button>>“You are only my guard, Vincent,” you say, your voice low and serious, each word carefully measured. “Act like it. Why are you treating me like a child?”
“I’m treating you like someone who needs protection,” Vincent replies, his voice controlled, but there is a bite to his words. “And part of that is making sure you don’t make a fool of yourself before we even get there.<<if $drink is "false">> You aren’t someone who drinks often enough to be able to handle it.<</if>>”
The way he speaks, the way he acts, it all goes against your sense of autonomy, of control over your own life.
“I don’t need a lecture,” you say, not yielding to him. “I know my limits.”
Vincent’s eyes narrow slightly, but he nods. “Then don’t push them.”
You take another sip of the drink, this time without looking away from him.
Halfway through the meal, Helios turns to Hunter, “We should take some food for the others, it looks like they won’t be joining us.”
Hunter nods, “I’ll take care of it.”
A bit later, when everyone has finished eating, you stand to leave, but the room tilts slightly as you do. You stumble, just a little, your foot catching on the uneven floor.
Before you can fully regain your balance, a strong hand grips your arm, steadying you. You look up from the ground to see Helios, a look of concern passing quickly across his features.
“Careful,” he says softly.
He releases your arm as you steady yourself, and the two of you exchange a brief look before he steps back, letting you continue on your way.
As the group makes their way outside, the expected cool night air greets you. The sound of quiet chatter and the distant rustling of leaves accompany your steps as you all head toward the inn where your rooms await. Hunter bids you goodnight as the three of them head to their respective rooms, while Vincent remains at your side.
Once inside the room, Vincent lights the fireplace, making the room look and feel warm. Your $pet has fallen asleep while waiting for you.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He says.
<<if $atb is "true">>Alone now, your thoughts drift back to the note in your pocket.
You debate with yourself, weighing the risks and possibilities, wondering if you should actually go.
Unable to resist, you quickly jot down a note for Vincent, leaving it in plain sight before slipping out of the room.
As you leave the room, your footsteps are nearly silent as you navigate the corridors, your eyes scanning the doors until you find the one with the number written in the note.
You reach the room, your heart beating a little faster. For a moment, you hesitate, your hand hovering in the air, but then you knock—three quick raps that seem to echo louder than they should.
The door opens almost immediately, as if the person on the other side had been waiting for you. The bartender stands there, $bhisher expression shifting into a knowing smile the moment $bheshe sees you.
“You came,” $bheshe says, $bhisher voice low and inviting, carrying a hint of that same flirtatious charm from earlier.
You step inside, the door closing softly behind you, sealing the two of you in a private space. The room is small, intimate, with only a dim lantern casting a soft, golden glow over the sparse furnishings.
$bHeShe steps closer, $bhisher gaze never leaving yours. “So, what brings you here?” $bheshe asks, though the question is more teasing than genuine.
$bHisHer hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your arm, the way $bheshe looks at you makes you think $bheshe wants to worship the very ground you stand on.
Before you can even form a response to the question, $bheshe closes the gap between you, $bhisher lips capturing yours in a kiss.
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively" or $copim2 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">>==Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.==<<else>>[[Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "true"]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have done this plenty of times.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "false"]]</span><<else>>You stay in the room, the silence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you lie down, the thoughts of the evening drift away.
At some point, Vincent returns, his presence quiet and unobtrusive. He stands near the door like a statue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch4-60a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let him be.|ch4-60b]]</span><</if>>“You are such a pain, Vincent,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes at him. “I can drink if I want to.”
“I’m here to protect you,” Vincent replies, his voice controlled, but there is a bite to his words. “And part of that is making sure you don’t make a fool of yourself before we even get there.<<if $drink is "false">> You aren’t someone who drinks often enough to be able to handle drinking a lot.<</if>>”
“I don’t need a lecture,” you say, not yielding to him. “I know my limits.”
Vincent’s eyes narrow slightly, but he nods. “Then don’t push them.”
You take another sip of the drink, this time slower, savoring the bitterness.
Halfway through the meal, Helios turns to Hunter, “We should take some food for the others, it looks like they won’t be joining us.”
Hunter nods, “I’ll take care of it.”
A bit later, when everyone has finished eating, you stand to leave, but the room tilts slightly as you do. You stumble, just a little, your foot catching on the uneven floor.
Before you can fully regain your balance, a strong hand grips your arm, steadying you. You look up from the ground to see Helios, a look of concern passing quickly across his features.
“Careful,” he says softly.
He releases your arm as you steady yourself, and the two of you exchange a brief look before he steps back, letting you continue on your way.
As the group makes their way outside, the expected cool night air greets you. The sound of quiet chatter and the distant rustling of leaves accompany your steps as you all head toward the inn where your rooms await. Hunter bids you goodnight as the three of them head to their respective rooms, while Vincent remains at your side.
Once inside the room, Vincent lights the fireplace, making the room look and feel warm. Your $pet has fallen asleep while waiting for you.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He says.
<<if $atb is "true">>Alone now, your thoughts drift back to the note in your pocket.
You debate with yourself, weighing the risks and possibilities, wondering if you should actually go.
Unable to resist, you quickly jot down a note for Vincent, leaving it in plain sight before slipping out of the room.
As you leave the room, your footsteps are nearly silent as you navigate the corridors, your eyes scanning the doors until you find the one with the number written in the note.
You reach the room, your heart beating a little faster. For a moment, you hesitate, your hand hovering in the air, but then you knock—three quick raps that seem to echo louder than they should.
The door opens almost immediately, as if the person on the other side had been waiting for you. The bartender stands there, $bhisher expression shifting into a knowing smile the moment $bheshe sees you.
“You came,” $bheshe says, $bhisher voice low and inviting, carrying a hint of that same flirtatious charm from earlier.
You step inside, the door closing softly behind you, sealing the two of you in a private space. The room is small, intimate, with only a dim lantern casting a soft, golden glow over the sparse furnishings.
$bHeShe steps closer, $bhisher gaze never leaving yours. “So, what brings you here?” $bheshe asks, though the question is more teasing than genuine.
$bHisHer hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your arm, the way $bheshe looks at you makes you think $bheshe wants to worship the very ground you stand on.
Before you can even form a response to the question, $bheshe closes the gap between you, $bhisher lips capturing yours in a kiss.
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively" or $copim2 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">>==Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.==<<else>>[[Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "true"]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have done this plenty of times.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "false"]]</span><<else>>You stay in the room, the silence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you lie down, the thoughts of the evening drift away.
At some point, Vincent returns, his presence quiet and unobtrusive. He stands near the door like a statue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch4-60a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let him be.|ch4-60b]]</span><</if>>Fixing him with a steady stare, you retort, “I won’t get drunk on one glass.”
Vincent’s eyes narrow slightly, but he nods. “One glass is alright.”
You take another sip of the drink, this time slower, savoring the bitterness.
Halfway through the meal, Helios turns to Hunter, “We should take some food for the others, it looks like they won’t be joining us.”
Hunter nods, “I’ll take care of it.”
A bit later, when everyone has finished eating, you stand to leave, but the room tilts slightly as you do. You stumble, just a little, your foot catching on the uneven floor.
Before you can fully regain your balance, a strong hand grips your arm, steadying you. You look up from the ground to see Helios, a look of concern passing quickly across his features.
“Careful,” he says softly.
He releases your arm as you steady yourself, and the two of you exchange a brief look before he steps back, letting you continue on your way.
As the group makes their way outside, the expected cool night air greets you. The sound of quiet chatter and the distant rustling of leaves accompany your steps as you all head toward the inn where your rooms await. Hunter bids you goodnight as the three of them head to their respective rooms, while Vincent remains at your side.
Once inside the room, Vincent lights the fireplace, making the room look and feel warm. Your $pet has fallen asleep while waiting for you.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He says.
<<if $atb is "true">>Alone now, your thoughts drift back to the note in your pocket.
You debate with yourself, weighing the risks and possibilities, wondering if you should actually go.
Unable to resist, you quickly jot down a note for Vincent, leaving it in plain sight before slipping out of the room.
As you leave the room, your footsteps are nearly silent as you navigate the corridors, your eyes scanning the doors until you find the one with the number written in the note.
You reach the room, your heart beating a little faster. For a moment, you hesitate, your hand hovering in the air, but then you knock—three quick raps that seem to echo louder than they should.
The door opens almost immediately, as if the person on the other side had been waiting for you. The bartender stands there, $bhisher expression shifting into a knowing smile the moment $bheshe sees you.
“You came,” $bheshe says, $bhisher voice low and inviting, carrying a hint of that same flirtatious charm from earlier.
You step inside, the door closing softly behind you, sealing the two of you in a private space. The room is small, intimate, with only a dim lantern casting a soft, golden glow over the sparse furnishings.
$bHeShe steps closer, $bhisher gaze never leaving yours. “So, what brings you here?” $bheshe asks, though the question is more teasing than genuine.
$bHisHer hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your arm, the way $bheshe looks at you makes you think $bheshe wants to worship the very ground you stand on.
Before you can even form a response to the question, $bheshe closes the gap between you, $bhisher lips capturing yours in a kiss.
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively" or $copim2 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">>==Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.==<<else>>[[Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "true"]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have done this plenty of times.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "false"]]</span><<else>>You stay in the room, the silence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you lie down, the thoughts of the evening drift away.
At some point, Vincent returns, his presence quiet and unobtrusive. He stands near the door like a statue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch4-60a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let him be.|ch4-60b]]</span><</if>>You sigh in resignation, “Fine…”
Halfway through the meal, Helios turns to Hunter, “We should take some food for the others, it looks like they won’t be joining us.”
Hunter nods, “I’ll take care of it.”
A bit later, when everyone has finished eating, you stand to leave, but the room tilts slightly as you do. You stumble, just a little, your foot catching on the uneven floor.
Before you can fully regain your balance, a strong hand grips your arm, steadying you. You look up from the ground to see Helios, a look of concern passing quickly across his features.
“Careful,” he says softly.
He releases your arm as you steady yourself, and the two of you exchange a brief look before he steps back, letting you continue on your way.
As the group makes their way outside, the expected cool night air greets you. The sound of quiet chatter and the distant rustling of leaves accompany your steps as you all head toward the inn where your rooms await. Hunter bids you goodnight as the three of them head to their respective rooms, while Vincent remains at your side.
Once inside the room, Vincent lights the fireplace, making the room look and feel warm. Your $pet has fallen asleep while waiting for you.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He says.
<<if $atb is "true">>Alone now, your thoughts drift back to the note in your pocket.
You debate with yourself, weighing the risks and possibilities, wondering if you should actually go.
Unable to resist, you quickly jot down a note for Vincent, leaving it in plain sight before slipping out of the room.
As you leave the room, your footsteps are nearly silent as you navigate the corridors, your eyes scanning the doors until you find the one with the number written in the note.
You reach the room, your heart beating a little faster. For a moment, you hesitate, your hand hovering in the air, but then you knock—three quick raps that seem to echo louder than they should.
The door opens almost immediately, as if the person on the other side had been waiting for you. The bartender stands there, $bhisher expression shifting into a knowing smile the moment $bheshe sees you.
“You came,” $bheshe says, $bhisher voice low and inviting, carrying a hint of that same flirtatious charm from earlier.
You step inside, the door closing softly behind you, sealing the two of you in a private space. The room is small, intimate, with only a dim lantern casting a soft, golden glow over the sparse furnishings.
$bHeShe steps closer, $bhisher gaze never leaving yours. “So, what brings you here?” $bheshe asks, though the question is more teasing than genuine.
$bHisHer hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your arm, the way $bheshe looks at you makes you think $bheshe wants to worship the very ground you stand on.
Before you can even form a response to the question, $bheshe closes the gap between you, $bhisher lips capturing yours in a kiss.
<span class="choice-normal"><<if $copim1 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively" or $copim2 is "Engaging in a high number of sexual activities excessively">>==Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.==<<else>>[[Even if you came here without thinking much, this is your first time doing all this with someone.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "true"]]<</if>></span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You have done this plenty of times.|ch4-57a][$virgin to "false"]]</span><<else>>You stay in the room, the silence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you lie down, the thoughts of the evening drift away.
At some point, Vincent returns, his presence quiet and unobtrusive. He stands near the door like a statue.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Make conversation.|ch4-60a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Let him be.|ch4-60b]]</span><</if>>You nod, “Alright.”
For a moment, Vincent looks surprised, likely not thinking you would agree so easily.
Fadiya looks more hesitant than you, “Are you certain?”
You nod, “It is alright.”
With that, you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside the room. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense greet you as you enter.
The room is simple, not nearly as grand as your chambers back at the palace, but it is clear they put care into preparing this room for you. It feels more as if it was designed not to impress, but to offer comfort and a moment of peace.
Two beds, neatly made with crisp linen sheets, stand side by side. The wooden frames are sturdy, though unadorned, and a small table with a pair of chairs sits near a narrow window that lets in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.
Vincent steps in behind you, his gaze immediately sweeping the room, assessing every detail with the practiced eye of someone always on alert.
Finally, satisfied that everything is in order, Vincent turns back to you, “The room is secure, Your Majesty. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you.”|ch4-33a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Leaving so soon? After all that you did to get me alone?”|ch4-33b][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Go farther away and don’t come back!”|ch4-33c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t reply.|ch4-33d]]</span>Fadiya is kneeling before you, her hands steadying you, wrapped in a shawl that is draped loosely over her shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
You look around, disoriented, the remnants of the dream still clinging to your mind like a fog.
You see your $pet beside you, looking at you, head slightly tilted.
“I... I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
You look down at your necklace, the gem is still glowing.
[[End Chapter.|ch5-1]]Helios is kneeling before you, his hands steadying you.
His pale hair seems to reflect the moonlight streaming through the window.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
You look around, disoriented, the remnants of the dream still clinging to your mind like a fog.
You see your $pet beside you, looking at you, head slightly tilted.
“I... I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
You look down at your necklace, the gem is still glowing.
[[End Chapter.|ch5-1]]Hunter is kneeling before you, their hands steadying you with an expression much more serious than you are used to seeing on their face.
“Are you alright?” $H_heshe asks.
You look around, disoriented, the remnants of the dream still clinging to your mind like a fog.
You see your $pet beside you, looking at you, head slightly tilted.
“I... I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
You look down at your necklace, the gem is still glowing.
[[End Chapter.|ch5-1]]Soarine is kneeling before you, her hands steadying you.
Her hair, usually flowing freely, is now neatly tied back, but a few stray strands have come loose.
“Are you alright?” she asks.
You look around, disoriented, the remnants of the dream still clinging to your mind like a fog.
You see your $pet beside you, looking at you, head slightly tilted.
“I... I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
You look down at your necklace, the gem is still glowing.
[[End Chapter.|ch5-1]]Vincent is kneeling before you, his hands steadying you. His gaze locks onto yours, searching for any sign of clarity, “Are you alright?”
You look around, disoriented, the remnants of the dream still clinging to your mind like a fog.
You see your $pet beside you, looking at you, head slightly tilted.
“I... I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
You look down at your necklace, the gem is still glowing.
[[End Chapter.|ch5-1]]You ignore his remark.
The woman nods, a bit hesitantly, “That is true.”
After a few minutes of walking, she stops in front of a large wooden door carved with symbols you do not recognize too well.
“These are your accommodations,” she says, turning her gaze to you with a respectful nod. She then gestures to a door just a few steps down the corridor, addressing Fadiya. “And that will be your room, shared with your mother. Make yourselves comfortable, if you need anything do not hesitate to ask.”
You tilt your head slightly, glancing at Vincent. “And what about him?” you inquire.
The woman blinks in surprise, then quickly retrieves a piece of paper from a pocket in her billowing sleeve. “According to this, only two rooms were requested: one for Lady Naima and Lady Fadiya, and another for the Royal Consort and the guard.”
Caught off guard, you respond, “I did not make that request.”
“I did,” Vincent interjects, his voice firm. “I can’t perform my duties properly if I am not close by. Certainly not from a room several doors away.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel the blood rushing to your head, “Are you out of your mind?”|ch4-32a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Scoff in disbelief, “Absolutely not.”|ch4-32b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Let me rest in peace, I don’t need your protection.”|ch4-32c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Nod, “Alright.”|ch4-32e]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smirk, “I always knew you liked me.”|ch4-32d][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥You do not wish to reveal too much of yourself to her, “I will have to think about it.”
She nods, “It is just a tale, don’t take my words too seriously. But, the universe does work in mysterious ways.”
You hear footsteps approaching you from behind.
“It’s getting late,” Vincent says, looking at you then pointedly at Soarine.
“What are you, our mother?” Soarine jokes.
“We will leave early tomorrow,” he says, simply.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Joke, “Alright, mother.”|ch4-49a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Sigh, “Did I forget to tell you to stop bothering me?”|ch4-49b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stand up, “Right, I need my beauty sleep.”|ch4-49c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bat eyelashes, “Will you sing me a lullaby?”|ch4-49d]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Wink, “Are you trying to get me alone? In bed?”|ch4-49e][$Vincent_attrac to Math.clamp($Vincent_attrac + 1, 0, 30)]]</span>❤️🔥
<span class="choice-normal">[[Genuinely say, “Thank you for the reminder, Vincent.”|ch4-49f]]</span>“Where are the others?” you ask.
Hunter responds, “They will join us in a bit.”
The tavern is just a short walk away, its warm glow and the sound of lively chatter growing louder as you approach.
The door swings open easily, revealing a bustling room filled with people enjoying their drinks and meals.
The smell of roasting meat and fresh bread hits you, making your stomach rumble in anticipation.
Vincent leads the way to a large, empty round table near the back, where the noise is slightly muted, allowing for a bit more privacy. You follow him, slipping into a seat with a view of the room, your eyes taking in the lively scene.
Vincent and Hunter sit beside you while Helios and $E_name settle across from you.
[[Continue|ch4-55]]The tavern is just a short walk away, its warm glow and the sound of lively chatter growing louder as you approach.
The door swings open easily, revealing a bustling room filled with people enjoying their drinks and meals.
The smell of roasting meat and fresh bread hits you, making your stomach rumble in anticipation.
Vincent leads the way to a large, empty round table near the back, where the noise is slightly muted, allowing for a bit more privacy. You follow him, slipping into a seat with a view of the room, your eyes taking in the lively scene.
Vincent and Hunter sit beside you while Helios and $E_name settle across from you.
[[Continue|ch4-55]]