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<<set $gamestarted = true, $DisplayTitle = true>> /* MC */ <<set $mcname = "">> <<set $mcgender = "female">> <<set $childgender = "child">> <<set $brother = "sister">> <<set $he = "she">> <<set $He = "She">> <<set $his = "her">> <<set $His = "Her">> <<set $his_p = "hers">> <<set $His_p = "Hers">> <<set $him = "her">> <<set $Him = "Her">> <<set $himself = "herself">> <<set $boy = "girl">> <<set $man = "woman">> <<set $prince = "princess">> <<set $Prince = "Princess">> <<set $heir = "heiress">> <<set $king = "queen">> <<set $King = "Queen">> <<set $handsome = "beautiful">> <<set $DominantHand = "right">> <<set $Health = 100>> <<set $WantThrone = false>> /* MC Appearance */ <<set $hair_color = "">> <<set $hair_length = "">> <<set $eye_color = "">> <<set $skin_tone = "">> /* MC Personality */ <<set $playful = 50>> <<set $serious = 100 - $playful>> <<set $diplomatic = 50>> <<set $antagonistic = 100 - $diplomatic>> <<set $timid = 50>> <<set $bold = 100 - $timid>> <<set $emotional = 50>> <<set $stoic = 100 - $emotional>> <<set $friendly = 50>> <<set $distant = 100 - $friendly>> <<set $pacifist = 50>> <<set $militarist = 100 - $pacifist>> <<set $involved = 50>> <<set $disengaged = 100 - $involved>> /* MC Personality at end of Chapter 11 */ <<set $playful_before = $playful>> <<set $diplomatic_before = $diplomatic>> <<set $timid_before = $timid>> <<set $emotional_before = $emotional>> <<set $pacifist_before = $pacifist>> <<set $friendly_before = $friendly>> <<set $involved_before = $involved>> /* Skills */ <<set $politics = 0>> <<set $sword = 0>> /* Aether */ <<set $aether_on = false>> <<set $aether = 0>> <<set $aether_charge = 0>> <<set $aether_feeling = "">> <<set $aether_2ndSkill = false>> <<set $aether_blood_taken = false>> <<set $aether_blood_injected = false>> /* Affection levels */ <<set $aff_ariana = 50>> <<set $aff_will = 50>> <<set $aff_stan = 50>> <<set $aff_cyril = 50>> <<set $aff_nath = 50>> /* Flirt points */ <<set $flirt_will = 0>> <<set $flirt_cyril = 0>> <<set $flirt_stan = 0>> /* Romance Cyril */ <<set $interest_cyril = false>> <<set $kiss_cyril = false>> <<set $sex_cyril = false>> <<set $ons_cyril = false>> <<set $fwb_cyril = false>> <<set $serious_cyril = false>> <<set $mcconfessed_cyril = false>> <<set $cyrilconfessed = false>> <<set $inlove_cyril = false>> <<set $lockedout_cyril = false>> <<set $brokeup_cyril = false>> <<set $brokeup_cyril_ch20 = false>> <<set $cyril_engaged = false>> <<set $lockedin_cyril = false>> <<set $slowburn_cyril = false>> /* Romance Will */ <<set $interest_will = false>> <<set $influence_will = 0>> <<set $kiss_will = false>> <<set $sex_will = false>> <<set $returnedconfession_will = false>> <<set $inlove_will = false>> <<set $lockedout_will = false>> <<set $lockedin_will = false>> /* RO Gender */ <<set $will_gender = "male">> <<set $wilfred = "Wilfred">> <<set $w_he = "he">> <<set $w_his = "his">> <<set $w_his_p = "his">> <<set $w_him = "him">> <<set $w_He = "He">> <<set $w_His = "His">> <<set $w_His_p = "His">> <<set $w_Him = "Him">> <<set $w_sir = "Sir">> <<set $w_boy = "boy">> <<set $w_man = "man">> <<set $w_handsome = "handsome">> <<set $w_himself = "himself">> <<set $cyril_gender = "male">> <<set $c_he = "he">> <<set $c_his = "his">> <<set $c_his_p = "his">> <<set $c_him = "him">> <<set $c_boy = "boy">> <<set $c_man = "man">> <<set $c_brother = "brother">> <<set $c_sir = "Sir">> <<set $c_He = "He">> <<set $c_His = "His">> <<set $c_His_p = "His">> <<set $c_Him = "Him">> <<set $c_handsome = "handsome">> <<set $c_himself = "himself">> /* Bold or Shy in love */ <<set $shy_w = 50>> <<set $shy_c = 50>> /* Approval of your rule */ <<set $display_approval = false>> <<set $approval_cyril = 50>> <<set $approval_will = 50>> /* Stanislas variables */ <<set $stanname = "Sir Stanislas">> <<set $mcname_stan = "Stanislas">> <<set $forgive_stan = 0>> /* Nathaniel */ <<set $mcname_nath = "">> /* Will addressed by MC */ <<set $mcwill = "">> /* Will addresses MC */ <<set $mcname_will = "">> /* Cyril addressed by MC */ <<set $mccyril = "">> /* Cyril addresses MC */ <<set $mcname_cyril = "">> /* Anafel */ <<set $met_anafel = false>> <<set $romance_anafel = false>> <<set $anafel_gender = "male">> <<set $a_he = "he">> <<set $a_He = "He">> <<set $a_his = "his">> <<set $a_His = "His">> <<set $a_his_p = "his">> <<set $a_him = "him">> <<set $a_Him = "Him">> <<set $a_boy = "boy">> <<set $a_man = "man">> <<set $a_lord = "Lord">> <<set $a_handsome = "handsome">> <<set $aff_anafel = 0>> <<set $flirt_anafel = 0>> <<set $a_himself = "himself">> /* Story variables */ <<set $met_will = true>> <<set $met_stan = true>> <<set $met_cyril = true>> <<set $met_nath = true>> <<set $ro_gender_picked = false>> /* CH1------------ */ <<set $freeze_chp1 = false>> /* CH2------------ */ <<set $ariana_queen = false>> <<set $ch2_will_promise = false>> /* CH3------------ */ <<set $ch3_peace = false>> <<set $ch3_forttour = false>> <<set $ch3_not_ok_training = false>> /* CH4------------ */ <<set $ch4_will_asked_love = false>> <<set $ch4_fightariana = false>> <<set $ch4_injureariana = false>> <<set $ch4_triedcrossbow = false>> <<set $frederic = "Frederic">> /* CH5------------ */ <<set $ch5_choiceplan = "">> /* CH6------------ */ <<set $ch6_refuse_training = false>> /* CH7------------*/ <<set $ch7_rule_w_ariana = "">> <<set $ch7_think_cyril = false>> <<set $ch7_take_hand = false>> <<set $ch7_ask_will_single = false>> /* CH8------------ */ <<set $ch8_StanLetter = false>> <<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = false>> <<set $ch8_parent_relshp = "">> <<set $ch8_siblings = false>> <<set $ch8_gold = false>> <<set $ch8_cyril_kiss = false>> <<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = false>> <<set $ch8_take_lead = false>> /* CH10 ================== */ <<set $ch10_savior = "">> <<set $ch10_fail = false>> <<set $ch10_caught_lieutenant = false>> <<set $ch10_politics = false>> <<set $ch10_cyril_sex = false>> <<set $ch10_cyril_love = false>> <<set $ch10_willstayed = false>> /* CH11 ================== */ <<set $ch11_willpromise = false>> /* CH12 ================== */ <<set $ch12_killed_lilia = false>> <<set $ch12_injured_lilia = false>> <<set $ch12_join_stan = false>> <<set $ch12_fought_stan = false>> <<set $ch12_ariana_dd = false>> /* CH13 ================== */ <<set $ch13_companion = "">> <<set $ch13_cyril_wounded = false>> <<set $ch13_will_wounded = false>> <<set $ch13_cry_cyril = false>> /* CH14 ================== */ <<set $ch14_start = false>> <<set $ch14_will_accused = false>> <<set $ch14_will_described_fight = false>> <<set $ch14_grief_ariana = false>> <<set $ch14_bandages = false>> /* CH15 ================== */ <<set $ch15_thank_will = false>> <<set $ch15_will_family = false>> <<set $ch15_visit_nath = "">> /* CH16 ================== */ <<set $ch16_start = false>> <<set $ch16_portraits = true>> <<set $ch16_clothes = "">> <<set $ch16_clothes_color = "">> <<set $ch16_sword = false>> <<set $elena = "Elena">> <<set $ch16_arington_help = false>> <<set $ch16_used_aether = false>> <<set $ch16_will_reject = false>> <<set $ch16_cyril_talk = false>> <<set $ch16_message = "">> /* CH17 ================= */ <<set $ch17_start = false>> <<set $ch17_gardiella = "">> <<set $ch17_nat_rom = false>> <<set $ch17_aether_fail = false>> <<set $ch17_Aether1 = false>> /* CH18 ================= */ <<set $ch18_kill_stan_family = false>> <<set $ch18_killthemyourself = false>> <<set $ch18_released_stan_fam = false>> <<set $ch18_Aether2 = false>> /* CH19 ================= */ <<set $ch19_anafel_marry = "">> <<set $ch19_ball_disapprove = false>> <<set $ch19_asked_right_questions = false>> /* CH20>> ================= */ <<set $ch20_will_dance = false>> <<set $ch20_Will_Talk = false>> <<set $ch20_TalkCyril = false>> <<set $ch20_cyril_dance = false>> <<set $ch20_cyril_public_kiss = false>> <<set $ch20_cyril_allegiance = false>> <<set $ch20_TalkedWithAnafel = false>> <<set $ch20_AcceptedAnafelOffer = false>> <<set $ch20_AcceptedAnafelOfferButLied = false>> <<set $ch20_Arington_Troops_without_marriage = false>> <<set $ch20_Anafel_AskedToWait = false>> <<set $ch20_talk_arington_weapons = false>> <<set $ch20_Arington_Weapons = "">> <<set $ch20_SecretMeeting = false>> <<set $ch20_Kiss_S = false>> <<set $ch20_rom_confront_will = false>> <<set $ch20_kiss_will = false>> <<set $ch20_confessed_will = false>> <<set $ch20_will_gaveup = false>> <<set $ch20_2nd_kiss_will = false>> <<set $ch20_will_stop_sex = false>> /* CH21 ================= */ <<set $ch22_Stan_chosen_fate = "">> <<set $ch21_Suspicion = 0>> <<set $ch21_barrels = false>> <<set $ch21_thomas_dungeons = false>> <<set $ch21_thomas_talk = false>> <<set $ch21_info_shield = false>> <<set $ch21_hide = false>> /* CH22 ================= */ <<set $ch23_cyril_against = false>> <<set $ch22_will_loyal = false>> <<set $ch22_cyril_loyal = false>> <<set $ch22_threaten_cyril = false>> <<set $ch22_ousted = false>> /* CH23 ================= */ <<set $ch23_start = false>> <<set $ch23_companion = "">> <<set $ch23_attacked_cyril = false>> <<set $ch23_will_disloyal = false>> <<set $ch23_thomas_friendly = false>> <<set $ch23_cyrilRO_dead = false>> <<set $ch23_willRO_dead = false>> <<set $ch23_MCKilledStan = false>> <<set $ch23_Killed_Lilia = false>> <<set $ch23_Spared_Lilia = false>> <<set $ch23_CanWin = false>> /* EPILOGUE============= */ <<set $StanHelp = false>> /* Plot Stats */ <<set $leader = 0>> <<set $noble_support = 25>> <<set $Saved_NobleSupport = 0>> <<set $army_support = 0>> <<set $blank = "">>

<<if $DisplayTitle == true>><span class="title"><p style="font-family:'Cinzel'">Arcadie: Second-Born</p></span><</if>>

<<nobr>><<set $serious = 100 - $playful, $antagonistic = 100 - $diplomatic, $bold = 100 - $timid, $stoic = 100 - $emotional, $distant = 100 - $friendly, $militarist = 100 - $pacifist, $disengaged = 100 - $involved>><</nobr>><<if $gamestarted == true>><div class="separator"> !Personal details </div> <<if $ch16_start == true>>You are $mcname d'Arcadie, $King of Arcadie, sole surviving member of the Arcadie Royal line.<<elseif $name_set == true && $ch12_ariana_dd == true>>You are $Prince $mcname d'Arcadie, sole surviving member of the Arcadie Royal line.<<elseif $name_set == true && $ariana_queen == false>>You are $mcname d'Arcadie, youngest $childgender of the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Arcadie.<<elseif $name_set == true>>You are $Prince $mcname d'Arcadie.<<else>>You are the youngest $childgender of the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Arcadie.<</if>><<if $chara_create == true>> You have $skin_tone skin, $hair_length $hair_color hair and $eye_color eyes.<</if>> <div class="separator"> !Personality </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Playful <<= $playful.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Serious <<= $serious.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="playful-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Diplomatic <<= $diplomatic.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Antagonistic <<= $antagonistic.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="diplomatic-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Timid <<= $timid.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Bold <<= $bold.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="timid-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Emotional <<= $emotional.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Stoic <<= $stoic.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="emotional-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Friendly <<= $friendly.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Distant <<= $distant.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="friendly-stat"></div></div> <div class="separator"> !Skills </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Politics & Tactics <<= $politics.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="politics-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Swordsmanship <<= $sword.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="sword-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Aether Mastery <<= $aether.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="aether-stat"></div></div> <<if $aether_on == true>><div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Aether Charge <<= $aether_charge.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="aether_charge-stat"></div></div><</if>> <div class="separator"> !Kingdom </div> <<if $ch17_start == false>><div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Pacifist <<= $pacifist.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Militarist <<= $militarist.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="pacifist-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Involved <<= $involved.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Disengaged <<= $disengaged.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="involved-stat"></div></div><<else>> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Noble Support <<= $noble_support.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="noble-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Army Support <<= $army_support.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="army-stat"></div></div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Pacifist <<= $pacifist.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Militarist <<= $militarist.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="pacifist-stat"></div></div> <</if>><<else>>The <b>Stats Screen</b> will be available once the story has begun.<</if>> <center><<button "Return" $return>><</button>></center>

<<if $gamestarted == true>><<nobr>> <li>[[Status]]</li> <li>[[Relationships]]</li> <</nobr>><</if>>

<center><b>Writing and coding</b> [[Sofia D.|https://sofia-d-asb.tumblr.com]] <b>Design</b> Based on templates by [[a.w. morgan|https://awmorgan.itch.io/twine-sugarcube-template]] & [[brushmen|https://awmorgan.itch.io/twine-sugarcube-template]] <b>Icons</b> [[Font Awesome|https://fontawesome.com/]] <b>Beta testers</b> Alicia Aviva Blazingdragon ChairmanMeow Eiwynn eldensalkeld GrimReaperJr1232 Jeanette jippypen72 Joel Joshua jsc Kayla Laura Michael Nicola Pime RedRoses Sadie20 saorbhreathach Teetness theresnoway VirtualHummingbird Will Wouldyoukindly A game made with [[Twine|https://twinery.org/]] and [[SugarCube|https://www.motoslave.net/sugarcube/2/]] Custom macros by [[ChapelR|https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2]] Compiled with [[Twine App Builder|https://github.com/lazerwalker/twine-app-builder]] <b>"Arcadie: Second-Born"</b> is Copyright 2022 Sofia D. All rights reserved.</center> <center><<button "Return" $return>><</button>></center>

<<set $DisplayTitle = false>><center><a data-passage="Ch01_01" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/asb-title.png" alt="Arcadie: Second-Born" style="max-width: 100%"> </a></center>

Please be advised that <b>Arcadie: Second-Born</b> is intended for a mature audience. It contains the following: <ul> <li>Violence</li> <li>Character death</li> <li>Non-explicit descriptions of blood and injuries</li> <li>Mentions and use of alcohol</li> <li>Mildly-explicit, optional sexual content</li> </ul>

<<set $gamestarted = true, $DisplayTitle = true>>"Today will be a good day." You look your older sister's way as she loudly shares her morning sentiment, her green eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her lady-in-waiting is busy circling her, fastening the belt attached to a sword's black scabbard around Ariana's hips. Your sister seems older than her twenty-five years of age, once dressed in the official Arcadian army uniform: a deep blue jacket with golden buttons and trim, its velvet shining softly under the warm sunlight slitting through the curtains swaying before the open windows. Her long legs are clad in the same dark color, a double gold line descending from hips to knees, where it disappears into polished black leather boots. What visually sets her apart from other officers of your army is the crest over her heart: a stylized embroidery of a rose, marking her as a member of the Royal family: the Princess of Arcadie, next in line to the throne. The lady-in-waiting slides behind Ariana, and clips on her shoulders the golden stripes that mark her as a high-ranking officer in the Kingdom's army. Seemingly done with her task, she then retreats in silence, bowing respectfully, and leaves the changing room. Ariana spins to take in her appearance in a tall, gold-fringed mirror. You twist around to do the same, facing your reflection clad in much the same manner as Ariana, the stripes on your shoulders silver instead of gold, marking you as an officer, albeit of a lower rank. The handle of your sword is not as embellished as hers either, her weapon being a family heirloom while yours, while expertly crafted, is more run-of-the-mill. As you look at yourself, you raise and run your hand through… <ul> <li>[[...your very short hair.->Ch01_02][$hair_length = "very short"]]</li> <li>[[...your short hair.->Ch01_02][$hair_length = "short"]]</li> <li>[[...your shoulder-length hair.->Ch01_02][$hair_length = "shoulder-length"]]</li> <li>[[...your long hair.->Ch01_02][$hair_length = "long"]]</li> </ul>

Its shade is… <ul> <li>[[Blond, just like your mother's.->Ch01_03][$hair_color = "blond"]]</li> <li>[[Light brown, like your sister's.->Ch01_03][$hair_color = "light brown"]]</li> <li>[[Brown, like your father's.->Ch01_03][$hair_color = "brown"]]</li> <li>[[Black.->Ch01_03][$hair_color = "black"]]</li> <li>[[Red.->Ch01_03][$hair_color = "red"]]</li> </ul>

<<if $gamestarted == true>><<if $ch12_ariana_dd == false>><div class="separator"> !Ariana d'Arcadie </div> Your older <<if $ariana_queen == false>>sister, the Crown Princess of Arcadie.<<else>>sister, the Queen of Arcadie.<</if>> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Affection <<= $aff_ariana.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="ariana-stat"></div></div> <</if>> <<if $met_will == true>><div class="separator"> !$wilfred Steinmann </div> The Commander in the South. <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Affection <<= $aff_will.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="will-stat"></div></div> <</if>> <<if $met_stan == true>><div class="separator"> !Stanislas Duval </div> The Commander in the North. <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Affection <<= $aff_stan.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="stan-stat"></div></div> <</if>> <<if $met_cyril == true>><div class="separator"> !Cyril Lavignac </div> The Commander in the West, and Leader of the Peacekeeping Force. <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Affection <<= $aff_cyril.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="cyril-stat"></div></div> <</if>> <<if $met_nath == true>><div class="separator"> !Nathaniel Langard </div> Your Aether advisor, of sorts. <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Affection <<= $aff_nath.toFixed(0)>>%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right"> $blank</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="nath-stat"></div></div> <</if>> <<else>>The <b>Relationships Screen</b> will be available once the story has begun.<</if>> <center><<button "Return" $return>><</button>></center>

Your eyes are… <ul> <li>[[Blue.->Ch01_04][$eye_color = "blue"]]</li> <li>[[Gray.->Ch01_04][$eye_color = "gray"]]</li> <li>[[Green, just like Ariana's and your mother's.->Ch01_04][$eye_color = "green"]]</li> <li>[[Hazel.->Ch01_04][$eye_color = "hazel"]]</li> <li>[[Brown, much like your father's.->Ch01_04][$eye_color = "brown"]]</li> <li>[[Black.->Ch01_04][$eye_color = "black"]]</li> </ul>

The reason both of you are dressed in official army garb is that you have been invited to attend an important meeting: two envoys from the country bordering yours to the north are arriving today. The Kingdom of Arcadie has been embroiled in skirmishes with them for decades, if not centuries now, fighting over fertile lands that both parties claim to be theirs. There is now an end in sight to the conflict, as today's meeting has been set for the signing of a peace treaty. Your sister calling you snaps you out of your thoughts. <ul> <li>[[″You're looking dazzling, little sister,″ she teases, a bright smile on her lips.->Ch01_05][$childgender = "daughter"]]</li> <li>[[″You're looking mighty handsome, young man,″ she says in a joking tone.->Ch01_05][$mcgender = "male", $childgender = "son", $brother = "brother", $he = "he", $He = "He", $his = "his", $His = "His", $his_p = "his", $His_p = "His", $him = "him", $Him = "Him", $boy = "boy", $man = "man", $prince = "prince", $Prince = "Prince", $heir = "heir", $king = "king", $King = "King", $handsome = "handsome", $himself = "himself"]]</li> </ul>

<<if $mcgender == "male">>"You're looking mighty handsome, young man," Ariana says in a joking tone.<<else>>"You're looking dazzling, little sister," Ariana teases, a bright smile pulling on her lips.<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″You're not looking so bad yourself.″->Ch01_05a][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5), $playful to $playful.fm(5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″Stop it,″ I mutter shyly.->Ch01_05b][$timid to $timid.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you,″ I say with a smile.->Ch01_05c][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″Stop wasting time.″->Ch01_05d][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5), $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

<<set $gamestarted = false, $met_will = false, $met_stan = false, $met_cyril = false, $met_nath = false>><i>Would you like to set the genders of the two main Romance Options you will encounter? You can also decide to set their genders only when first meeting the characters. <ul> <li>[[Set them to Male.->Ch00][$ro_gender_picked = true]]</li> <li>[[Set them to Female.->Ch00][$ro_gender_picked = true, $will_gender = "female", $wilfred = "Willeen", $w_he = "she", $w_his = "her", $w_his_p = "hers", $w_him = "her", $w_boy = "girl", $w_He = "She", $w_His = "Her", $w_His_p = "Hers", $w_Him = "Her", $w_sir = "Lady", $w_man = "woman", $w_handsome = "beautiful", $w_himself = "herself", $cyril_gender = "female", $c_he = "she", $c_his = "her", $c_his_p = "hers", $c_him = "her", $c_boy = "girl", $c_man = "woman", $c_brother = "sister", $c_sir = "Lady", $c_He = "She", $c_His = "Her", $c_His_p = "Her", $c_Him = "Her", $c_handsome = "beautiful", $c_himself = "herself"]]</li> <li>[[Select gender on first encounter.->Ch00]]</li> </ul></i>

<span style="color:#cea135"> !Navigation </span> The <span id="menu" style="font-family:'FontAwesome Solid'"></span> Menu is at the top left corner of the screen. The <span id="back" style="font-family:'FontAwesome Solid'"></span> Back button allows you to return to the previous screen. The <span id="settings" style="font-family:'FontAwesome Solid'"></span> Settings button allows you to change the font, its size, select the light or night mode for easier reading. The <span id="saves" style="font-family:'FontAwesome Solid'"></span> Save button allows you to Load and Save your game. The game autosaves automatically. The <span id="restart" style="font-family:'FontAwesome Solid'"></span> Restart button will reset the game and return you to the main menu. The <span id="header-fullscreen-button" style="font-family:'FontAwesome Solid'"></span> Fullscreen button allows you to toggle between Fullscreen and Windowed mode. The Stats and Relationships menus are at the bottom of the screen. <span style="color:#cea135"> !Stats </span> Two types of Stats are tracked in <b>Arcadie: Second-Born</b>: stats pertaining to your <b>Personality</b>, and those pertaining to your <b>Skills</b>. Your <b>Personality</b> dictates how the characters, and the world at large, view and may react to you. There are no checks associated with your Personality that can lead to failure. Your proficiency at specific <b>Skills</b> dictates your success or failure at the relevant skill checks. <span style="color:#cea135"> !Romance </span> Triggering a romance requires that you signify your interest either explicitly to the character you intend to romance, or implictly through specific options in the game. There is no need to select all and every flirt option available; you should only select those that make sense for the particular character you are playing. Romantic subplots can be successfully triggered at various points of the story. <center><<button "Return" $return>><</button>></center>

"You're not looking so bad yourself," you reply. "Thank you," she says slowly, gliding her hand through her shoulder-length, straight hair. The light brown strands slip lazily over her shoulders. Its color pairs well with the gold trim of her uniform. She turns to open the tall white doors of the changing room. <<include Ch01_06>>

"Stop it," you mutter, the tip of your ears becoming warm. "No need to be shy!" she says, looking far too amused by your blushing. She then turns to open the tall white doors of the changing room. <<include Ch01_06>>

"Thank you," you say with a smile. A happy smile of her own tugs her lips high. She then turns to open the tall white doors of the changing room. <<include Ch01_06>>

"Stop wasting time," you say, eager to get this over with. "You're no fun at all," she sighs, then turns to open the tall white doors of the changing room. <<include Ch01_06>>

"Let's go, we don't want to be late." She strides out into the wooden-floored hallway. A brisk walk allows you to catch up to her, and you naturally fall into step beside her. The hallway is well-lit, tall windows on its right side letting the sunlight paint warm and yellow rectangles on the cinnamon-colored wood. It is bustling with activity, the castle staff zigzagging through the corridors, undoubtedly busy getting everything ready for the foreign envoys. You notice Ariana looking around, her eyes searching for someone amongst the people wandering around the castle. "Victor," she calls loudly, not breaking her stride, singling out a man in a black and white uniform. He jumps, his thin black mustache twitching, and holds a round metal tray in front of him like a shield. <<if $ro_gender_picked == true>><<include Ch01_07>><<else>> <ul> <li>[[″Where is Sir Wilfred?″ she asks.->Ch01_07]]</li> <li>[[″Where is Lady Willeen?″ she asks.->Ch01_07][$will_gender = "female", $wilfred = "Willeen", $w_he = "she", $w_his = "her", $w_his_p = "hers", $w_him = "her", $w_boy = "girl", $w_He = "She", $w_His = "Her", $w_His_p = "Hers", $w_Him = "Her", $w_sir = "Lady", $w_man = "woman", $w_handsome = "beautiful", $w_himself = "herself"]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"Where is $w_sir $wilfred?" she asks. "In the courtyard, Your Highness," he quickly stammers out as you both pass him by. "Thank you," she replies with a nod. She turns right at the following corner, and descends the stairs leading to the courtyard. Ariana has always been headstrong, and a little brusque. She's quick to command and order people around, her status as heiress to the throne enough reason for her to do so. Maybe part of it is what makes her an effective leader; despite her relatively young age, she has already distinguished herself as an officer in several victorious battles. These past few months, she's more often than not in the field rather than in the castle. $w_sir $wilfred, Commander of your armies in the South, has been assigned to her instruction in the art of war, and so Ariana has lately been a regular part of the forces defending your Kingdom's southern lands. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_07b]]>><</button>></center>

For as long as you can remember, your parents have never stopped putting Ariana on a pedestal, their pride in her proficiency on the battlefield only second to their exhilaration once it was discovered that she has the Gift. For the first time in four generations, someone has shown themselves capable of taming Aether, the invisible mystical force of your realm. Every member of your family is able to weave a bit of magic; you, for instance, could ignite a candle, should you focus hard enough; but Ariana's mastery is supposed to be miles above what anyone else has been able to achieve in recent memory. She of course cannot reenact what heroes of old supposedly accomplished, leveling entire cities and splitting oceans open through the sheer power of their will, but you have seen her throw a soldier in full armor to the ground with barely a wave of her arm. While your parents' focus is without a doubt mainly trained on your sister, they have not neglected you either; you've always had access to the best instructors in the Kingdom, all your whims granted without discussion, gotten any and all material items you've ever fancied. You've been at leisure to pursue your heart's desires in almost all matters, and are a lot more free with your time than Ariana is. After all, <i>she</i> is the heiress to the throne. You are not. <ul> <li>[[Ariana is doing the best she can, and so am I, in my own way.->Ch01_07c][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I'm quite happy away from the spotlight. I enjoy having free reign to have fun.->Ch01_07c][$playful += 5, $involved -= 5]]</li> <li>[[I wish my parents gave me more responsibilities, but my freedom gives me time to focus on developing my skills.->Ch01_07c][$playful -= 5, $involved += 5]]</li> <li>[[I enjoy my alone time, so I'm perfectly fine with how things are.->Ch01_07c][$timid to $timid.fm(5), $involved to $involved.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[["I don't necessarily want to be the " + $heir + ", but I wish people paid more attention to me."->Ch01_07c][$timid to $timid.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[This frustrates me. I could do so much more for the Kingdom, if only they'd let me.->Ch01_07c][$emotional to $emotional.fm(5), $involved to $involved.fm(5), $WantThrone = true]]</li> <li>[["If only I was the " + $heir + " instead of Ariana."->Ch01_07c][$WantThrone = true, $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $involved to $involved.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I don't care either way.->Ch01_07c][$involved to $involved.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

You have been using your free time to mainly focus on… <ul> <li>[[Studying the science of government and political principles, as well as military strategies and tactics.->Ch01_07d][$politics += 50, $sword += 10]]</li> <li>[[Training in sword fighting.->Ch01_07d][$politics += 10, $sword += 50]]</li> </ul>

You've also given some of your focus to… <ul> <<if $politics < 50>><li>[[Studying the science of government and political principles, as well as military strategies and tactics.->Ch01_07e][$politics += 10]]</li><</if>> <<if $sword < 50>><li>[[Training in sword fighting.->Ch01_07e][$sword += 10]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Reading books on Aether.->Ch01_07e][$aether += 20, $aether_2ndSkill = true]]</li> </ul>

<<if $politics >= 50>>You have been using your free time to focus on the study of the science of government and political principles. You have a good grasp of the inner workings of your Kingdom and its relationship with the neighboring countries. You've also studied military battle strategies and tactics extensively, and while you can definitely wield a sword, you are not the strongest of fighters. <<elseif $sword >= 50>>You have been using your free time to focus on your swordsmanship. You are a skilled and competent fighter, and more often that not, you emerge victorious in any sword duel you may take part in. You know a little about the inner workings of your Kingdom, and its relationship with the neighboring countries, and have studied some military battle strategies and tactics. <</if>><<if $aether >= 20>>And while you may not have the Gift, Aether is still a power that piques your interest; you often peruse books on the mystical power, and try to hone your Aethereal abilities, such as they are. <</if>>You glimpse Ariana awaiting you at the bottom of the staircase. She looks up as you scale down the stairs, beaming at you with a toothy grin that brightens her entire face. <ul> <li>[[I smile back at her. I love my sister.->Ch01_07f1][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(40), $friendly to $friendly.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I smile at her. I like her well enough.->Ch01_07f1][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(30), $friendly to $friendly.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I smile back. It would be rude not to.->Ch01_07f2][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(15), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I pretend to smile. I dislike her, but I'd rather not make it obvious.->Ch01_07f2]]</li> <li>[[I give her a blank stare. I'd rather be elsewhere.->Ch01_07f3][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-10), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[I glare at her. She gets on my nerves by her sheer presence.->Ch01_07f4][$aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-20), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10)]]</li> </ul>

"I'm glad you're attending the meeting," she says. "I want you to be more involved in the Kingdom's affairs. I'm sure you would do a great job." Her green eyes twinkle with pride, and she strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

"It's a good thing you're attending the meeting," she says. "I'd like you to be more involved in the Kingdom's affairs. I'm pretty sure you would do a great job." She then strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

"Bored already?" she says. "Come on, this is important; it's not everyday we sign a <i>peace</i> treaty. I'm sure you'll learn a couple things." She smirks at you, her green twinkling with amusement as a frown starts creasing your features. She then strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

"Ah, there's that <i>beautiful</i> frown of yours, little $brother." Ariana grins, clearly amused as your brows knit at her remark. "I was almost starting to miss it. What's souring your mood this time? Is it my good looks, my being better than you at everything? Or is it having to do something useful, for a change?" She is clearly trying to rile you up, and it seems to entertain her to no end. <ul> <li>[[I ignore her.->Ch01_07f4a][$emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″Don't flatter yourself.″->Ch01_07f4b][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″What good looks? Your nose looks even bigger than usual.″->Ch01_07f4c][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $playful to $playful.fm(5), $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″Can you even fit through doorways, with that big head of yours?″->Ch01_07f4d][$playful to $playful.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″I'm sorry, I'm just tired.″->Ch01_07f4e][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)]]</li> </ul>

The large courtyard stands in the middle of the Royal castle, surrounded by looming high walls on all sides. The sun shines brightly on the stone floor and walls, and you squint while your eyes gradually get used to the daylight. The courtyard is buzzing with people, soldiers in blue and staff in black and white coming and going, each focused on their respective tasks. From here, one can readily access the castle wing housing the throne room on its ground level, and today's meeting room on its first floor. The stables are also within easy reach, your royal steeds being tended to when you're not riding them. The lavish castle gardens are a short walk away; with the arrival of spring, flowers have begun blooming a few weeks ago. At the center of the courtyard is a large oak tree, its branches heavy with leaves offering some reprieve from the scorching sun above. You and Ariana come to a stop in its shade. "There are a lot more soldiers than usual," Ariana notes. "They're not soldiers from the castle; I don't recognize them." You follow her gaze, and scrutinize the numerous men and women in armor around you. She is right; you don't know most of them. <<if $politics >= 20>>"The Commander in the North, Sir Stanislas," you say. "He came along with the envoys, didn't he? These are probably men from his garrison." Ariana nods pensively. "Makes sense. You're probably right." <<else>>"Come to think of it, Stanislas probably brought his men along," Ariana surmises, fingers below her chin, then turns to face you. "Stanislas is the Commander in the North," she clarifies. "I know," you reply. At least, you think you do; you've heard the name before. <<if $aff_ariana >= 50>>"Good. Although, I don't believe you've ever met him." <<else>>She half-shrugs. "If you say so."<</if>><</if>> <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_09]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $met_will = true>>A $w_man, tall and <<if $will_gender == "male">>broad-shouldered, <</if>>with a slender, athletic build, quickly strides past you. $w_His uniform catches your attention; different than yours, midnight blue with bright red trim and golden buttons. That particular color scheme marks $w_him as one of the four Commanders of your armies; you notice $w_him holding the handle of a longsword hanging from $w_his hip, stopping it from swaying as $w_he swiftly walks by. Ariana makes a noise of recognition next to you, and she calls after $w_him, "$w_sir $wilfred!" $w_He whirls around, a passing frown smoothing out into a serious expression as $w_his gaze lands on the pair of you. $w_He approaches, gait steady. "Ariana," $w_he says, nodding quickly in her direction. <<if $will_gender == "male">>His chestnut hair is cut short, strands of it reaching his sharp blue eyes. He is a handsome man, face chiseled, straight-nosed and thin-lipped, stubble lining his jaw adding a certain ruggedness to his air.<<else>>She wears her long chestnut hair in a high ponytail, tightly wound with a black strip of fabric. She is a beautiful woman, soft features sharpened by her piercing blue eyes, shadowed by the fringe falling just above her eyebrows.<</if>> $wilfred is much more familiar with Ariana than with you, as $w_he is currently in charge of her war training, leading her and the soldiers under $w_his command into battle, to defend your southern lands. You've spoken a few times, but never went beyond exchanging platitudes. $w_He acknowledges you with another brief nod, $w_his eyes skimming over you. "$Prince..." <ul> <<if $mcgender == "male">><li>[[Noah.->Ch01_10][$mcname = "Noah"]]</li> <li>[[Aaron.->Ch01_10][$mcname = "Aaron"]]</li> <li>[[Griffin.->Ch01_10][$mcname = "Griffin"]]</li> <<else>><li>[[Nova.->Ch01_10][$mcname = "Nova"]]</li> <li>[[Amelia.->Ch01_10][$mcname = "Amelia"]]</li> <li>[[Grace.->Ch01_10][$mcname = "Grace"]]</li><</if>> <li>[[Enter a first name of your choosing.->SetName]]</li> </ul>

She flashes you a smirk then spins and strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

"Don't flatter yourself," you snap. "You're right, I'll leave the flattering to everyone else." She fans herself flippantly, then spins and strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

You look her up and down. "What good looks?" you ask with an affected, arched brow. "Your nose looks even bigger than usual." Her right hand reflexively shoots up towards the aforementioned appendage, and she quickly blinks at you as you snicker with barely concealed laughter. "Funny," she snaps, her hand coiling into an accusatory fist. "We have the same nose, <i>$brother</i>." "You keep telling yourself that." "Ugh. Enough." She spins away, striding ahead, boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

"Can you even fit through doorways, with that big head of yours?" She chuckles. "Barely." She flashes you a smirk, then spins and strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired." "Oh. Well, don't pull that face in front of the envoys, you'd start a diplomatic incident." She smiles at you then spins and strides ahead, her boots clicking against the stone-paved path. <<include Ch01_08>>

Your name is... <<textbox "$mcname" $mcname>> <<button "Confirm">> <<set $mcname to $mcname.trim(), $mcname to $mcname.toUpperFirst()>>>> <<if $mcname is "">> <<replace "#name-error">>Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<elseif $mcname is "Will" || $mcname is "Wilfred" || $mcname is "Willeen" || $mcname is "Cyril" || $mcname is "Stan" || $mcname is "Stanislas" || $mcname is "Ariana" || $mcname is "Serene" || $mcname is "Lavic" || $mcname is "Anafel" || $mcname is "Nathaniel" || $mcname is "Vallmar" || $mcname is "Myskia" || $mcname is "Thomas" || $mcname is "Elise" || $mcname is "Marc" || $mcname is "Valerie" || $mcname is "Elena" || $mcname is "Leon" || $mcname is "Lacombe" || $mcname is "Pascal" || $mcname is "Lavignac" || $mcname is "Duval" || $mcname is "Arcadie">> <<replace "#name-error">> The name you've entered is already in use in the narrative. Please enter a different name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<goto "Ch01_10">> <</if>> <</button>> <span id="name-error"></span>

<<set $name_set = true>>"$Prince $mcname," $w_he says, voice neutral. <ul> <li>[["″Good morning, " + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + ". It's nice to see you.″"->Ch01_10a][$friendly to $friendly.fm(5), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[["″" + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + ", I'm so glad to see you! I never tire of hearing about your exploits!″"->Ch01_10b][$aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5), $playful to $playful.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[["″" + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + ",″ I nod back."->Ch01_10c][$aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5), $playful to $playful.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″Hi, Will. What's up?″->Ch01_10d][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $playful to $playful.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[["″" + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + ", I'm REALLY glad to see you...″"->Ch01_10e][$aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5), $playful to $playful.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(5), $flirt_will += 1, $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)]]</li> <li>[["″Good morning, " + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + ",″ I say, feeling flustered."->Ch01_10f][$flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(10)]]</li> <li>[[I don't answer, and look down to the floor instead.->Ch01_10g][$timid to $timid.fm(5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[["I stare at " + $w_him + " in silence."->Ch01_10h][$aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

"Good morning, $w_sir $wilfred," you say with a friendly smile. "It's nice to see you." "You as well," $w_he replies. $w_His focus is drawn back to Ariana as she speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

"$w_sir $wilfred, I'm so glad to see you! I never tire of hearing about your exploits!" you exclaim elatedly. $w_He frowns. "My exploits?" "Your exploits on the battlefield," you clarify, excitement twinkling in your $eye_color eyes. "I've heard that under your command, foreign incursions in our southern lands have stopped altogether!" "They mostly have, yes. In no small part thanks to Ariana's contribution. Although, I didn't know this was a matter of interest to you." <ul> <li>[[″Maybe I'll join you on the battlefield, someday.″->Ch01_10b1][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you for your service to our Kingdom.″->Ch01_10b2][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5)]]</li> </ul>

"$w_sir $wilfred," you say, nodding back. $w_His focus is drawn back to Ariana as she speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

"Hi, Will. What's up?" $w_He stares at you in silence, a faint frown between $w_his browns, as if trying to solve an unexpected riddle. "Nothing's… <i>up</i>," $w_he replies. Ariana stifles a laugh behind her fingers. She quickly schools her features and starts speaking. <<include Ch01_11>>

"$w_sir $wilfred, I'm so glad to see you! I never tire of hearing about your exploits!" you exclaim elatedly. $w_He frowns. "My exploits?" "Your exploits on the battlefield," you clarify, excitement twinkling in your $eye_color eyes. "I've heard that under your command, foreign incursions in our southern lands have stopped altogether!" "They mostly have, yes. In no small part thanks to Ariana's contribution. Although, I didn't know this was a matter of interest to you." "I am <i>very</i> interested," you state, voice like honey. "In this matter and <i>much more</i>." Something in the tone of your voice and the slyness of your smile clearly befuddles $wilfred, who seems quite unsure of what to make of your behavior. Ariana clears her throat, fighting back a laugh, but she manages to keep her voice steady as she next speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

You feel your face growing warmer, and you manage to say around the lump in your throat that makes your voice sound strained and Ariana give you a curious glance, "Good morning, $w_sir $wilfred." $w_He nods again, expression unchanged, and turns back towards Ariana as she next speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

You look down. You never noticed how interesting the stone pavement was until now. It definitely deserves your full, undivided attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Ariana shrugging. <<include Ch01_11>>

You stare at $w_him with a blank expression, the will to speak evading you at the moment. One of $wilfred's eyebrows quirks up slightly, but $w_he turns back to Ariana as she speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

"Maybe I'll join you on the battlefield, someday." "I'm not sure your royal parents would approve of both their children living by the sword," $w_he replies. You note that $w_he doesn't personally seem to be against it. $w_His focus is drawn back to Ariana as she speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

"Thank you for your service to our Kingdom," you say sincerely. $wilfred nods, a certain formality to $w_his smile. $w_His focus is drawn back to Ariana as she speaks. <<include Ch01_11>>

"Are we ready to proceed with the meeting?" she asks. "Not yet." $wilfred looks around, seemingly in search of potential eavesdroppers. "Not only did the envoys arrive late, but they insisted on visiting the gardens before the meeting." $w_He scowls with disdain. "Something about smelling roses before returning to their frozen country." Ariana chuckles. "You don't think much of them." "I don't think much of anyone who'd waste our time, even less so when they happen to be Kalltlanders." You recognize the name as belonging to the inhabitants of Kalltland, the country to the north of your Kingdom, with whom you are signing a peace treaty today. $wilfred presses $w_his lips together, eying the lush gardens' entrance before looking back at you. "Nevertheless, we should head up to the meeting room. King Lavic and Queen Serene are already there. Discussing the treaty without the Kalltland envoys present should be instructive to both of you." <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_12]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $met_stan = true>>The three of you proceed to the northern castle wing. After climbing two flights of stairs, you find yourself in a long hallway, its wooden floor covered by a red carpet. A man dressed in the same uniform as $wilfred is standing in front of a pair of closed doors. He's tall, <<if $will_gender == "male">>less so than Wilfred, <</if>>and there is a softness to his face and to his obsidian eyes, almost hidden under his bangs. His hair is black as ink, its color almost shifting to blue under the sunlight seeping through the hallway's windows. You recognize Stanislas Duval, Commander of your armies in the North, as evident from the emblem sewn over his shoulder in gold thread; a five-pointed star, looming over a snowy peak. His mouth curves into a smile as your group approaches. "Hello, old friend," he says. "Stan." $wilfred strides ahead of you. $w_He catches the extended arm of the <<if $will_gender == "male">>other <</if>>man, clasping him into a brief half hug, then takes a step back, facing you again. "Your Highnesses," Stanislas greets you, still smiling. He flicks his dark, gentle eyes back to $wilfred. "The envoys are almost done with their tour of the gardens. I have been told they had never seen so many flowers in one place before." "Good for them," $wilfred says, voice dripping with sarcasm, then reaches for the heavy door. Stanislas stops $w_him. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_13]]>><</button>></center>

"What's your take on this meeting?" he asks, voice lower. You can still hear him, but only because the hallway is otherwise quiet. "Wasn't this your idea?" $wilfred keeps a hand on the door's handle, $w_his back to you as $w_he faces Stanislas. "It was." Stanislas smiles. "But I know how little you think of Kalltland." "I think very little of anyone opposing us. Though I admit, Kalltland is the worst of them all." Stanislas's smile falters slightly. "Truthfully," $wilfred continues, "this treaty is far more to their advantage than ours. We're ceding a few northern lands, and in exchange, they agree to put a stop to their pathetic raids. But what is really needed to resolve this issue once and for all, would be to lay siege to their underground cities, with enough manpower to block them off, and starve them out." "Are you saying your way of resolving this 'issue' would be to exterminate them?" $wilfred acquiesces with a nod. "But I understand that resources for this type of operation are better spent elsewhere." "I hope you're not trying to implement any of that in the southern territories," Stanislas says, and his otherwise gentle features contort with disapproval. "Of course not. The southern tribes know to stay down when they've been beaten. Kalltlanders, on the other hand…" $w_He waves a dismissive hand. "They just keep coming back for more, don't they? Fortunately for them, <i>I'm</i> no longer Commander in the North, <i>you</i> are. Which is why we're here, to sign a peace treaty." "Indeed we are," Ariana interjects, stepping between them. "Let's get on with it, shall we?" $wilfred opens the double door for her, and she heads inside. Stanislas watches her go under his eyelashes, before looking back at $wilfred. "I'm impressed you managed to persuade them to sign anything," $wilfred admits, a hand resting absently on the pommel of $w_his sword, the other still on the door's handle. "Never thought they were the type to be talked down." Stanislas gives $w_him a small smile. "They can be. You just need to present them with the right argument." He opens his mouth to add something but seems to think better of it, his lips snapping back shut. $wilfred nods, then heads inside the meeting room. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_14]]>><</button>></center>

Stanislas watches you with a friendly smile. It's just the two of you in the hallway, now. <ul> <li>[[I should talk a bit with Stanislas. It's the proper thing to do.->Ch01_15Stan][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I want to talk with Stanislas. I'm curious about him.->Ch01_15Stan][$aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I don't feel comfortable talking with Stanislas, but I can't go inside without acknowledging him.->Ch01_15Stan][$timid to $timid.fm(5), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[["I don't care about Stanislas. I follow Ariana and " + $wilfred + " into the meeting room."->Ch01_14a][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(-10)]]</li> </ul>

You don't really know Stanislas. You know of him, of course: he is the Commander in the North, formerly in charge of the southern territories, before he and $wilfred traded posts some two years ago. Stanislas reportedly has a heart of gold, is always thinking of the good of the people and trying to find a peaceful resolution whenever possible. You've heard the only reason the Kalltlanders have agreed to a peace treaty was because of Stanislas's diplomatic skills. You take a step towards Stanislas, and he does the same, still smiling. <<if $politics >= 20>>"Sir Stanislas Duval," <<else>>"Sir Stanislas," <</if>>you say. He raises a hand near his chest, a mildly amused expression on his face. "Just 'Stan' is fine, Your Highness." <ul> <li>[["″In that case, please call me " + $mcname + ".″"->Ch01_15Stan_1][$aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(10), $friendly to $friendly.fm(5), $mcname_stan = $mcname, $stanname = "Stan", $response = 1]]</li> <li>[[″Stan it is, then.″->Ch01_15Stan_1][$aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $mcname_stan = "Your Highness", $stanname = "Stan", $response = 2]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather stick with 'Sir Stanislas'.″->Ch01_15Stan_1][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5), $mcname_stan = "Your Highness", $stanname = "Sir Stanislas", $response = 3]]</li> </ul>

While the meeting room is fairly spacious, with north-facing windows allowing in a moderate amount of daylight, the occasion sees too many people stuffed between its walls. Soldiers are dotted around the room, your family members are seated at the long, dark mahogany table, while the rest of the attendance is crowding around the heavy piece of furniture. $w_sir $wilfred stands to its right, hands over the back of a chair as $w_he scans through papers laid out in front of $w_him, over the table's surface. Stanislas moves to its left side, placing himself behind a chair, and electing to remain on his feet. Your parents are at its very end, tall windows behind their backs, talking with your sister, who is half sitting on the table's edge. Soldiers in full armor—you count nine of them—stand perfectly still close to the gray walls. <ul> <li>[["I strike a conversation with " + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + "."->Ch01_17]]</li> <li>[["I don't want to talk to " + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + ". I head towards my parents and Ariana."->Ch01_18]]</li> </ul>

<<if $response == 1>>"In that case, please call me $mcname." "That's very kind of you," he says. You can tell he is a little taken aback.<<elseif $response == 2>>"Stan it is, then." "Thank you." He nods with a smile.<<else>>"I'd rather stick with 'Sir Stanislas'." "As is your right, Your Highness," he nods with a respectful smile.<</if>> "I believe this is your first time attending a meeting with foreign envoys, $mcname_stan." <<if $timid >= 60>>You nod.<<else>>"It is," you reply.<</if>> "Signing peace treaties is a very rare affair in Arcadie. Usually, the only meetings we hold are meant to discuss terms of surrender. We're very good at waging and winning wars." He looks aside, pensive. "I suppose emptying our enemies' coffers is as good a way as any to keep ours full." <ul> <li>[[″Our fertile lands are the reason other countries attack us.″->Ch01_15Stan_1a][$playful to $playful.fm(-5), $involved to $involved.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″Our Kingdom would benefit from brokering more peace treaties.″->Ch01_15Stan_1b][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(30), $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(10)]]</li> <li>[[″Don't you know? 'It is better to be feared than loved'.″->Ch01_15Stan_1c][$playful to $playful.fm(5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(-10)]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not really interested in politics.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d][$playful to $playful.fm(5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $involved to $involved.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[["″I am surprised you'd say this to me, of all people. I am the " + $Prince + ", after all.″"->Ch01_15Stan_1e][$playful to $playful.fm(-5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(10)]]</li> <li>[[″What kind of talk is that?″ I ask disapprovingly.->Ch01_15Stan_1f][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″I don't care what you think.″->Ch01_15Stan_1g][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(-30)]]</li> </ul>

"Our fertile lands are the reason other countries attack us," you respond. "We're not the aggressors in these conflicts." "Surely you know better than I our Kingdom's history. Our fertile lands have been conquered in blood." He suddenly seems wistful, his smile subsiding. "The several thousand dead buried under our feet probably help make our lands so bountiful." You're surprised. These are not words you would have expected a commanding officer to speak, least of all in front of you. "Anyway." Stanislas's smile is but a shadow. "We should get inside." He beckons you as he enters the meeting room. With nothing else to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

You pointedly ignore Stanislas, walking past him and the still open door. <<include Ch01_16>>

"Our Kingdom would benefit from brokering more peace treaties," you respond. "We have been waging war for centuries, fighting over fertile lands. Now is the time to try a different approach." He blinks twice. "I'm… surprised you'd think so," he says, a shade of doubt in his voice. <ul> <li>[[″Pleasantly, I hope.″->Ch01_15Stan_1b1][$friendly to $friendly.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″There are far more benefits to peace than war.″->Ch01_15Stan_1b2][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I smirk. ″I'm full of surprises...″->Ch01_15Stan_1b3][$playful to $playful.fm(5), $flirt_stan += 1, $timid to $timid.fm(-10)]]</li> </ul>

"Pleasantly, I hope," you say with a smile. "Definitely. It's…" He pauses, suddenly apologetic. "…rather unfortunate, that your parents and sister are of a different mind." "I'll make them come around." He stares at you, black eyes looking gray like steel under the sunlight. "Under other circumstances…" he begins, frowns and looks away. He seems utterly displeased, though you're not sure about what. "We should get inside," he says, his eyes on you again. He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"There are far more benefits to peace than war." "I agree. It's…" He pauses, suddenly contrite. "…unfortunate, that your parents and sister are of a different mind." "I'll make them come around." He stares at you, black eyes looking gray like steel under the sunlight. "Under other circumstances…" he begins, frowns and looks away. He seems utterly displeased, though you're not sure about what. "We should get inside," he says, his eyes on you again. He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I'm <i>full</i> of surprises," you say with a smirk. "Are you?" He raises an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. "What sort of surprises do you have in store, I wonder?" "You need not wonder, $stanname." You step closer. "Should you desire, I'll grant you a chance at unveiling each and every one of them." Stanislas's eyes widen at your sudden proximity, at your suggestive tone. This close, you can see they're rather gray than truly black, mesmerizing in the sunlight. "Under other circumstances…" he begins, frowns and looks away. He seems utterly displeased, though you're not sure about what. "We should get inside," he says with finality, his eyes on you again. He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"Don't you know the saying? '<i>It is better to be feared than loved</i>'," you quote. "I know it all too well," he sighs. "Such thinking is the reason our Kingdom's been at war for centuries, under the guise of protecting our lands. The lands we have conquered in blood." He suddenly seems wistful. "The several thousand dead buried under our feet probably help make them so bountiful." You're surprised. These are not words you would have expected a commanding officer to speak, least of all in front of you. "Anyway." Stanislas's smile is barely there. "We should get inside." He beckons you as he enters the meeting room. With nothing else to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I'm not really interested in politics," you say with a dismissive shrug. "In that case, I'm afraid you'll find me to be a rather dull conversationalist." He chuckles. "What piques your interest, if not political affairs?" <ul> <li>[[″I enjoy reading, learning new things.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d1][$playful to $playful.fm(-5)]]</li> <<if $sword >= 50>><li>[[″I'd rather practice my swordsmanship.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d2][$playful to $playful.fm(-5)]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″I like cooking.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d3][$playful to $playful.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″I'd love to travel more.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d4][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[″I'm eagerly awaiting our next reception.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d5][$playful to $playful.fm(+5)]]</li> <li>[[″You do.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d6][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $flirt_stan += 1]]</li> <li>[[″Nothing.″->Ch01_15Stan_1d7][$involved to $involved.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

"I enjoy reading, learning new things," you reply. "That's a rather good use of your time." He nods, then glances at the open door. "Anyway. We should get inside." He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I'd rather practice my swordsmanship," you reply. "I'm looking forward to proving myself on the battlefield, someday." "That's the last place you should be thinking of, if you're truly looking to prove yourself," he remarks grimly. "Stories of glory on the battlefield are overblown, you understand. There's nothing to be found there, except for death and despair." He glances at the open door. "Anyway. We should get inside." He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I like cooking," you reply. He chuckles. "I'm a terrible cook, myself. You'll have to share a few tips, some time." He glances at the open door. "Anyway. We should get inside." He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I'd love to travel more," you reply. "Traveling can be dangerous, with how numerous the royal family's enemies are," he muses. He glances at the open door. "Anyway. We should get inside." He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I'm eagerly awaiting our next reception," you reply. "They must be grand. I have only attended a few," he says. He glances at the open door. "Anyway. We should get inside." He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"You do," you reply, a teasing smile on your lips. He stares at you, brows a touch furrowed. "I do?" "Yes, you do… pique my interest." You step closer. Stanislas's eyes widen at your sudden proximity. This close, you can see they're rather gray than truly black, mesmerizing under the sunlight. "I'd like to get to know you better, in a more… <i>private</i> setting," you clarify. "I…" His small laugh is strained. "I am… flattered, truly, but…" He glances at the open door, as if looking for an escape. "We really should be getting inside." He swiftly enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"Nothing," you reply. He frowns. "That is rather… sad." He glances at the open door, as if looking for an escape. "Anyway. We should get inside." He enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

You blink at him, not hiding your circumspection. "I am rather surprised that you'd say such a thing to me, of all people. I am the $Prince, after all." "That, you are, $mcname_stan," he concedes, a small, pensive smile at his lips. "As such, you surely know our Kingdom's history better than I. Our fertile lands have been conquered in blood." He suddenly seems wistful, his smile subsiding. "The several thousand dead buried underground probably help make them so bountiful." "And still, you continue… Are you trying to get a reaction out of me, $stanname?" His smile strangely grows wider, more sincere. "Not really, $mcname_stan. Although, I suppose I should apologize. It seems all the months spent in Kalltland have eroded my sense of decorum. In any case, we should get inside." He enters the meeting room. With nothing else to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"What kind of talk is that, coming from one of our own army Commanders?" you ask disapprovingly. "It's only the truth, $mcname_stan. Surely you know better than I our Kingdom's history. Our fertile lands have been conquered in blood." He suddenly seems wistful, his smile subsiding. "The several thousand dead buried underground probably help make them so bountiful." "Are you trying to aggravate me, $stanname?" "Aggravating you shouldn't be this easy." His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Please forgive my lack of manners, Your Highness. It seems all the months spent in Kalltland have eroded my sense of decorum. In any case, we should get inside." He enters the meeting room. With nothing else to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

"I don't care what you think," you say, your tone brusque. He blinks at you. "Understood, $mcname_stan." He then enters the meeting room and, with nothing left to do in the hallway, you follow. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_16]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>$wilfred stands straighter when $w_he notices you ambling closer. "Your Highness," $w_he says, $w_his tone flat, gaze dragging down to your left hip. "Tell me: how is your sword training coming along?" "I've been told by my instructors that I'm their best student," you answer. "The best since Ariana." A proud smile tugs at $w_his lips. "That is the highest compliment they could have given you. Remind me to spar with you someday. I'd be thrilled to put your skills to the test, to see whether there's truth to your instructors' praise or if they're only being congratulatory for your sake." <ul> <li>[[″We could spar right now. It would make for good entertainment for the envoys.″->Ch01_17a]]</li> <li>[[″I look forward to it. I'm confident in my skills.″->Ch01_17b]]</li> <li>[[″Let's not. I'm not sure my instructors were being truthful.″->Ch01_17c]]</li> <li>[[″I wouldn't want to waste your time; I'm sure you have more important things to do.″->Ch01_17d]]</li> </ul>

You head towards your parents. They are both seated in richly decorated chairs, their wood intricately carved and their backs cushioned in burgundy-and-gold velvet. Your mother's blond hair is styled in a crown braid, a gold ruby-encrusted tiara resting on her twisted locks. She is wearing a rather simple dress, considering her usual extravagant tastes: long-sleeved, black with red detailing, a rose on the left side of her chest. Your father is to her right, a smooth silver circlet in his shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a crimson-trimmed black suit, a red rose embroidered above his heart. <<if $eye_color == "green" && $hair_color == "blond">>While you share your eye and hair colors with your mother, it is your father you most closely resemble. People say you have the same nose, the same smile. You also both have the same shade of…<<elseif $hair_color == "blond" && $eye_color != "green">>While you share a hair color with your mother, it is your father you most closely resemble. People say you have the same nose, the same smile. You also both have the same shade of…<<elseif $eye_color == "green" && $hair_color != "blond">>While you share an eye color with your mother, it is your father you most closely resemble. People say you have the same nose, the same smile. You also both have the same shade of…<<else>>Of the two, it is your father you resemble most. People say you have the same nose, the same smile. You also share the same shade of…<</if>> <ul> <li>[[...pale skin.->Ch01_19][$skin_tone = "pale"]]</li> <li>[[...fair skin.->Ch01_19][$skin_tone = "fair"]]</li> <li>[[...olive skin.->Ch01_19][$skin_tone = "olive"]]</li> <li>[[...light brown skin.->Ch01_19][$skin_tone = "light brown"]]</li> <li>[[...brown skin.->Ch01_19][$skin_tone = "brown"]]</li> <li>[[...dark brown skin.->Ch01_19][$skin_tone = "dark brown"]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(5)>>"We could spar right now. It would make for good entertainment for the envoys." $wilfred huffs lightly in amusement, yet $w_his subsequent smile doesn't reach $w_his eyes. "It would indeed. Unfortunately, we're to show them what gracious hosts we are, not our combat prowess." $w_His blue eyes leave yours, meeting those of Stanislas, standing on the opposite side of the table. "You'll have to excuse me, Your Highness," $wilfred says, glancing back at $w_his papers. "I need to go over the treaty's terms one last time." <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_18]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"I look forward to it, $w_sir $wilfred. I'm confident in my skills." $wilfred nods. "That's good to hear." $w_He smiles. "It should make for an interesting sparring match." $w_His blue eyes leave yours, meeting those of Stanislas, standing on the opposite side of the table. "You'll have to excuse me, Your Highness," $wilfred says, glancing back at $w_his papers. "I need to go over the treaty's terms one last time." <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_18]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(5)>>"Let's not. I'm not sure my instructors were being truthful," you say, sheepish. $wilfred raises an eyebrow. "If they're not, you should make sure they're aware that lying to you of all people is not a wise idea." $w_His blue eyes leave yours, meeting those of Stanislas, standing on the opposite side of the table. "You'll have to excuse me, Your Highness," $wilfred says, glancing back at $w_his papers. "I need to go over the treaty's terms one last time." <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_18]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>You feel unease creeping down your back, pressing your lips together. "I wouldn't want to waste your time," you say. "I'm sure you have more important things to do." $wilfred frowns. You begin fearing you have offended $w_him. "I'd be hard-pressed to find a reason why my sparring with you would be a waste of time," $w_he replies, $w_his expression shifting into puzzlement. "You're the $Prince. How well you wield a sword is of the utmost importance." $w_His blue eyes leave yours, meeting those of Stanislas, standing on the opposite side of the table. "You'll have to excuse me, Your Highness," $wilfred says, glancing back at $w_his papers. "I need to go over the treaty's terms one last time." <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_18]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $chara_create = true>>While you're in relatively good standing with both of your parents, you consider yourself closer to… <ul> <li>[[...my mother. I admire her unwavering spirit.->Ch01_19mom]]</li> <li>[[...my father. His caring nature makes me feel at ease.->Ch01_19dad]]</li> <li>[[...neither of them, actually.->Ch01_20][$friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

<<if $sword > $politics>>Your mother personally taught you how to properly hold a sword, when you were no more than seven years of age. You knew she had little free time, but she managed to carve out a few moments every week to spar with you, when you wanted to. Still, it stung to witness the way she regularly spoke so highly of Ariana; your older sister was clearly the favorite, but you knew that your mother loved you, too. <<else>>When you were a child, your mother used to read you stories of heroes of yore—tales of your ancestors, old kings and queens of Arcadie. You remember still, how you would tuck together under the covers in the middle of winter, and how she would read the lines of heavy tomes before dropping them aside; how, as she stroked your hair while you drifted to sleep, she would recite them from memory, filling your dreams with grandiose battles and glorious victories. Still, it stung to witness the way she regularly spoke so highly of Ariana; your older sister was clearly the favorite, but you knew that your mother loved you, too.<</if>> <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_20]]>><</button>></center>

You know your father to be a mild-mannered man. While he is indeed the King, and not simply the Prince-Consort, as your mother wished him to have equal say to her in the Realm's affairs, you know he does not care overmuch to exert any sort of power over the Kingdom, deferring to your mother in almost all things. He much prefers filling his time with intellectual and artistic pursuits. Gardening is a great pleasure of his, and you knew that to find him on a sunny day, one only needed to visit the castle gardens. There, you would talk of nothing and everything, and he would listen intently to your words, always ready to offer encouragement if you were to tell of some issue or another. While it stung to witness the glimmer of pride in his eye every time Ariana came into the conversation, you knew that your father loved you, too. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_20]]>><</button>></center>

Your parents are deep in conversation when you arrive. "Nine soldiers inside the room, two of our Commanders, Ariana and $mcname, who can both hold their own in a fight… This is a bit excessive, for the signing of a peace treaty with two unarmed envoys, isn't it?" Your mother is unfazed by your father's concerns, hands laced in front of her. "I trust Sir Stanislas," she says. "He's the one behind this peace treaty, yet he still requested that his men ensure our protection during the meeting and afterwards. Let's not be naive, Lavic. Anything could happen with those degenerates." "Everything will be fine," Ariana says, still half sitting on the table near your mother. "The worst they could do is try to kill us with their bare hands." "Ariana," Queen Serene says, a warning in her voice. "They don't master Aether, after all," Ariana continues, undaunted by the disapproval in your mother's eyes, "so any plan would have to be physical, <i>and</i> without the use of a weapon. Although, come to think of it, hidden blades could fit inside a shoe, and could be thrown in an instant, right into our skulls." She mimes the gesture, faking a throw in your father's direction. "Ariana." Your father's lips tighten. "This is not funny." <<if $aff_ariana < 50>>She shrugs. "Don't worry, Father. Nothing will happen. And even if it does…" She twists towards you. "We could use $mcname as a meat shield."<<else>>She shrugs. "Don't worry, Father. Nothing will happen. And even if it does…" She twists towards you. "You can trust $mcname and me to protect you."<</if>> "There will be no need for any of that," your mother says decisively, picking up the papers on the table. "The treaty's terms are straight-forward: we're ceding part of our lands in the north. In exchange, they agree to cease hostilities and, most importantly, permit the passage of Arcadian merchants into their cities." "So, we're doing this for trade?" Ariana asks. The Queen observes her, saying nothing. Her green gaze slides to you. "What do you think, $mcname?" <ul> <li>[[″Trade is a great way forward towards peace.″->Ch01_20a]]</li> <li>[[″Trade is just a pretext to gain access to their cities.″->Ch01_20b]]</li> <li>[[″I have no idea.″->Ch01_20c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(10)>>"Trade is a great way forward towards peace," you answer. "Indeed, for the time being." Your mother leans forward, rests her chin on her interlaced fingers. "Kalltland is a land with such untapped potential, but its inhabitants haven't achieved anything with the resources at their disposal. They've only burrowed underground, and hidden themselves in the snow." <<include Ch01_21>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10)>>"Trade is just a pretext to gain access to their cities," you answer. Your mother smiles. "Clever $boy." She leans forward, rests her chin on her interlaced fingers. "Kalltland is a land with such potential, but its inhabitants haven't achieved anything with the resources at their disposal. They've only furrowed underground and hidden themselves in the snow." <<include Ch01_21>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>"I have no idea," you reply. Your mother sighs. She leans forward, rests her chin on her interlaced fingers. "Kalltland is a land with such potential, but its inhabitants haven't achieved anything with the resources at their disposal. They've only furrowed underground and hidden themselves in the snow." <<include Ch01_21>>

She unlinks her hands, laying back in her chair. "This is a topic for another time. Today, we sign for peace. Tomorrow, with enough information about their cities' layouts… We'll see." She looks up at you, her green eyes set with determination. "$mcname. After the peace treaty's ratification, you will be put in charge of relations with Kalltland. Sir Stanislas has done his due by bringing them to the table of negotiations, but a member of the Royal family being in direct contact with them would assure them of our good faith." "Look at that, $mcname! You're finally getting something important to do!" Ariana teases with a cheeky smile. "I'm confident you'll handle it brilliantly," Queen Serene states. "Will I be able to count on you, $mcname?" <ul> <li>[[″Of course, Mother.″->Ch01_21a]]</li> <li>[[″Of course! I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch01_21b]]</li> <li>[[″Depends. Will it interfere with my napping schedule?″->Ch01_21c]]</li> <li>[[″I'm sorry, I'd rather not take on that responsibility…″->Ch01_21d]]</li> <li>[[″I'm probably the worst person you could pick for this.″->Ch01_21e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Of course, Mother," you reply. Her smile is bright. "Excellent. Maybe you'll even be able to persuade them to give us access to their resources." <<include Ch01_22>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>"Of course! I'm looking forward to it," you reply. Her smile is bright. "I'm pleased by your enthusiasm. Maybe you'll even be able to persuade them to give us access to their resources." <<include Ch01_22>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(5), $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>"Depends," you say. "Will it interfere with my napping schedule?" Her lips tug down a fraction. "Your napping sessions will have to be postponed, my dear. I need you to be an effective negotiator. Your sense of humor could help, but be careful not to offend them instead. We don't want them to rescind the peace treaty while we haven't figured out how to gain access to their resources." <<include Ch01_22>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-5), $timid to $timid.fm(5)>>"I'm sorry, I'd rather not take on that responsibility…" She frowns at you, disapproval clear in her eyes. "My dear, I wasn't asking whether or not you'd be taking it on. I was asking whether I could rely on you. But with such an answer, I suppose I cannot." "Don't worry, $mcname," your father says, a soft smile on his lips. "We will figure something out." "We will," your mother declares. "We have to find a way to gain access to their resources without them rescinding the peace treaty." <<include Ch01_22>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>"I'm probably the worst person you could pick for this," you say, crossing your arms. She regards you with a skeptical frown. "I suppose I could praise your honesty, if I were in the mood for insincere flattery." "Don't worry, $mcname," your father chimes in, a nervous smile on his lips. "We will figure something out." "We will," your mother declares. "We have to find a way to gain access to their resources without them rescinding the peace treaty." <<include Ch01_22>>

"What kind of resources do they have that we lack?" you ask. "Lutecium," your father explains. "It is the metal used to forge Aether-attuned weapons." "It's incredibly rare," Ariana adds, "so rare that only two items have ever been forged with it: a sword and a shield. Only our bloodline is capable of wielding them. Even then, they're nothing special if you don't have the Gift." "In the right hands, <i>your</i> hands…" your mother says, her green eyes on Ariana shimmering with pride, "they are formidable weapons." <ul> <li>[[″Why not just buy the lutecium from them?″->Ch01_22a]]</li> <li>[[″We need to get our hands on that metal at all costs.″->Ch01_22b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(10)>>"Why not just buy the lutecium from them?" "We have offered," Queen Serene replies, "they have repeatedly declined." "They probably don't want us to have more tools at our disposal to crush them." Ariana smirks. <<include Ch01_23>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10)>>"We need to get our hands on that metal at all costs," you declare. "Not at all costs," your father counters. "Only Ariana can make use of those weapons, after all." <<include Ch01_23>>

"Could I wield those weapons?" you inquire. "You could, technically." Ariana grins. "Since you don't have the Gift, though, they'd only function as regular weapons. But at least, they wouldn't burn your skin off." "Lady Myskia and Lord Vallmar!" A female soldier by the door announces loudly, cutting through the chatter. She stands taut at the entrance, awaiting the arrival of the envoys. "Ariana, $mcname, please take your seats," your mother commands. <<if $aff_ariana < 50>>Ariana nods, and gives you a slight push towards the chair assigned to you.<<else>>Ariana nods, places a hand on your shoulder to direct you to the chair assigned to you.<</if>> You sit on the right side of the table, Ariana to your side, $wilfred at your back. $w_He hovers behind you, apparently not taking a seat. The soldiers take position around the room, one of them behind each of your parents, the rest near the walls, at the room's corners. Stanislas has not taken a seat either. He watches your parents, a somber air about him, then looks in your direction. You blink, realizing it isn't you he is staring at, but rather $wilfred right behind you. You turn towards the door as two people, the likes you've never seen before, make their entrance. A man and a woman, both very tall and very pale, seem to occupy the whole space with their intimidating frames. Their icy gray eyes roam over the room's occupants, and their hair's blond color is so light you could have mistaken it for white. The woman has braided hers in small, numerous strands, and the man has his cut short and spiky. Silver fur circles their necks and rests on their broad shoulders, the rest of their garments made of gray fabric and black leather. "They don't look like the type to enjoy flowers," Ariana whispers next to you. The two envoys eventually march towards the left side of the table, drawing closer to Stanislas who simply nods at them before gesturing to the two seats in front of him. They settle on the chairs. The man repositions himself, his seat scraping loudly as he pushes it back. You hear $wilfred clicking $w_his tongue in annoyance behind you. The double door closes with a booming sound, and the female soldier repositions herself in front of it. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_24]]>><</button>></center>

"Let us begin," Queen Serene declares. "Lady Myskia, Lord Vallmar, we are deeply thankful for your presence, and for making the long journey from Kalltland. We sincerely hope that this will be the start of a prosperous partnership between Arcadie and Kalltland, and the first day of many centuries of peace to come. "The full terms of the treaty are detailed in the document before you," your mother continues. "I will go through the main points, so that we may discuss them if need be." Your attention slips away from the Queen when $wilfred suddenly murmurs, "What is it?" You notice Stanislas staring at $wilfred again. The envoys are focused on your mother, listening intently. Only Vallmar glances up in your general direction. "It is the only way." You understand the words only because you happen to be looking at Stanislas's lips, his whisper drowned out by your mother explaining the treaty. "What?" you hear $wilfred mutter behind you. Ariana peeks $w_his way, eyebrow quirked. "Shh," she mouths disapprovingly. There is a beat of complete silence. Your mother has stopped speaking. You look towards her. The two soldiers standing guard behind your parents are strangely closer, hovering over them, their hands reaching for them. A cold shiver runs through you. Your stomach drops before you can comprehend why. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_25]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $met_stan = false>>Ariana shrieks. Blades are sticking out of both of your parents' necks. Your sister's high pitched scream bounces around in your skull, piercing your ears as the soldiers pull their knives out of your parents' throats. A spurt of blood lands in the middle of the table, bright red speckles over the dark wood. You feel sick. Your chair falls to the ground as you push yourself upright, away from the blood. Everyone gets on their feet in a flash—except for your parents. They are both toppled over on the table. Blood pools around their heads. "What have you done?!" Ariana yells in a frenzy, so loud it shakes you, her fists balled up in her hair. "Death to the traitors!" $wilfred shouts behind you. As if on cue, swords are drawn all around, the metal hissing loudly in the air. You almost advance, but stop when Stanislas calls, "Will! The only traitors here are already dead!" $wilfred's head twists around, facing the other Commander. "What <i>nonsense</i> are you speaking?!" Stanislas's voice is hard as steel as he continues, "If you're able to cast aside your misguided loyalty, you'll realize it's high time Arcadie went free from this family of warmongering tyrants." "This is your doing?" $wilfred's voice is as disbelieving as it is pained. "Have you gone mad?!" "You're my oldest friend, Will." Stanislas, sword in hand, is now flanked by three armored soldiers. The Kalltland envoys, unarmed, retreat to safety behind them. "I'd rather have you by my side than watch you share their fate." His eyes are sharp, darker than you remember. "Will. Help me rid this world of their blasted bloodline. At their side, only death awaits you." "I will have your heads!" Ariana's shout is a furious shrill, almost louder than the heavy metallic footsteps ringing behind you. The three soldiers that were standing guard near the wall are now advancing towards you, longswords at the ready, intent evident in their murderous gazes. $wilfred stands in their way, a torn expression on $w_his face, $w_his eyes still on Stanislas. The odds are not in your favor. Counting $wilfred, there are three of you against ten armed opponents, all the soldiers in the room seemingly keen to eliminate both you and Ariana.<<set $WillArm = false>> <ul> <li>[[I draw my sword, ready to fight for my life.->Ch01_25swordfight][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I try to talk them down.->Ch01_25talk][$timid to $timid.fm(-5), $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[I freeze in shock and terror. This can't be happening!->Ch01_25freeze]]</li> </ul>

Sword in hand, you spin around to face the opponents closing in on you. Just in time, as the nearest one drives his blade towards your throat. <<if $sword >= 50>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>You move on instinct, parrying with the flat of your sword, and deflecting your opponent's blade to your left. Your free hand shoots up, grabbing the hilt of his sword and holding it in place; with a practiced motion, you drive the pommel of your own sword, hard, into the soldier's face. His nose breaks with a sickening crack, and he staggers back. In a flash, you slice your blade through his exposed neck. Now that your enemy had been dispatched, you swiftly scan your immediate surroundings; the other two soldiers are also down. Ariana and $wilfred seem to have dealt with them.<<else>><<set $WillArm = true>>Your sword's edge meets with your opponent's with enough force that your grip nearly falters. The strike sends a shockwave through your bones, and you grit your teeth through the ear-splitting shrill. The soldier swiftly pulls back, prepares for an overhead strike. You angle your blade in a parry, but his sword never makes contact with yours, as he throws a powerful kick into your midsection instead, right under your ribs. It knocks the wind out of you; you stumble back, realize you've made a fatal mistake. You are now, for a split second, defenseless against the follow-up deadly blow that is sure to come. Your eyes squeeze shut, a reflex that is both useless and unhelpful; yet, the blow never comes, and as you blink, you see the soldier crashing to the floor, an arc of blood in his trail, struck down by $wilfred. "Stay close!" the Commander barks at you. $w_His sword is dripping with gore, and $w_he yanks you behind $w_him when you fail to move quickly enough. Two other dead soldiers are at your feet. Ariana and $wilfred must have dealt with them.<</if>> "Ariana, we have to leave!" $wilfred says, voice clipped. "We're outnumbered." Your sister looks back, her teeth grinding. A streak of blood, not her own, is on her cheek, in her hair. The soldiers on Stanislas's side are moving towards you, circling the table, and the two who stabbed your parents have almost reached Ariana. "We <i>will</i> avenge the King and Queen, Ariana, but not today!" $wilfred pleads. "We stay here, we die!" She shoots $w_him a glare, and you know she is not going to listen. <ul> <li>[[I try to persuade her.->Ch01_25swordfight2][$response = 1, $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[I join her.->Ch01_25swordfight2][$response = 2, $aff_ariana += 5, $WillArm = true]]</li> <li>[[I don't intervene.->Ch01_25swordfight2][$response = 3, $emotional -= 5]]</li> </ul>

<<if $diplomatic >= 60 || $aff_stan >= 60>><<set $aff_stan to $aff_stan.fm(5)>>"$stanname," you say. He glances at you. "Lay down your weapons. We may show you mercy yet." Ariana does not share your sentiment. "<i>Shut up</i>, $mcname!" Unfortunately, it seems your attempt at deescalation was doomed to fail. <<include Ch01_25swordfight>> <<elseif $playful >= 60>>"Any chance we could talk this through?" "<i>Shut up</i>, $mcname!" Ariana yells. Unfortunately, it seems talking is a fruitless endeavor. <<include Ch01_25swordfight>><<elseif $timid <= 40 || $diplomatic <= 40>>"Stand down, and you might be granted a swift death!" Unfortunately, threatening them doesn't seem to faze them. <<include Ch01_25swordfight>><<else>>"Please…" you begin, voice wavering. "Could we just—" "<i>Shut up</i>, $mcname!" Ariana yells. Unfortunately, it seems your attempt at deescalation was doomed to failure. <<include Ch01_25swordfight>><</if>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(10), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5), $freeze_chp1 = true, $WillArm = true>>You cannot move. Your feet are glued to the ground, sword heavy like lead in your hands. Your heart pounds wildly in your ears, and you find your eyes snapping back towards your parents, your <i>dead</i> parents, to the pool of blood around their heads. Swords clash behind you, but you remain transfixed by the crimson liquid. You watch it drip down the table, small rivulets trickling to the ground. You are snapped back to reality when someone—$wilfred—grabs your arm, and drags you behind $w_him. The air has turned drier, you realize, a scalding warmth against your skin, parching your throat and making your eyes prickle. You look up, see Ariana's sword turn into a blinding-white rod. Ariana leaps and strikes. You watch, eyes burning, as the soldiers' armors give way, their bodies inside sliced; as the windows behind them shatter; as the walls turn black, scarred and charred; you wince, turn your head away from the unworldly brightness as the floor around Ariana bursts into flames. You're suddenly dragged forward by $wilfred, and you stumble blindly, feel the hot ground under your feet, hear Ariana yelp and— Your stomach lurches, and you open your eyes to find yourself falling out the destroyed windows. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_27]]>><</button>></center>

Ariana leaps and strikes. You watch, eyes burning, as the soldiers' armors give way, their bodies inside sliced; as the windows behind them shatter; as the walls turn black, scarred and charred; you wince, turn your head away from the unworldly brightness as the floor around Ariana bursts into flames. You're suddenly dragged forward by $wilfred, and you stumble blindly, feel the hot ground under your feet, hear Ariana yelp and— Your stomach lurches, and you open your eyes to find yourself falling out the destroyed windows. <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_27]]>><</button>></center>

<<if $response == 1>>"Ariana," you say, "they wouldn't have wanted us to stay here and die, too." <<elseif $response == 2>>You move to join Ariana, but $wilfred grips your arm and pulls you back firmly. <</if>>Ariana's eyes narrow, and she turns to focus fully on the two soldiers responsible for your parents' murder, ignoring the third one closing in. The air seems to turn red, suddenly drier, a scalding warmth against your skin. Your throat is parched, and you blink repeatedly, resisting the urge to rub your eyes. Ariana's sword morphs into a blinding-white rod; <<if $WillArm == true>>$wilfred stands in front of you, effectively shielding you from the worst of it.<<else>>$wilfred grips your arm, pulling you behind $w_him, effectively shielding you from the worst of it.<</if>> <<include Ch01_26>>

You're heading head first for the ground at high speed, collision imminent. The air is abruptly knocked out of your lungs and, for a split second, you feel as though you are suspended a foot above the grass. Then your fall resumes, slower, and you easily land on your feet, in the grass, in the middle of broken shards of glass. It seems $wilfred threw you out the window, along with $w_himself and Ariana. Your sister must have interrupted your fall by using Aether. "How dare you?!" Ariana is up on her feet next to you, red with anger. $wilfred quickly straightens $w_himself and faces her, unwavering. "You wouldn't listen to reason, Ariana. We stay, we die; it's that simple." "I could have slaughtered them all!" "No." $wilfred steps forward, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and you're surprised Ariana doesn't flinch away. "You were about to have a sword driven through you when I pushed you out. You're blinded by grief, I understand that. But Stan brought his soldiers along, the castle is crawling with them. You cannot defeat ten soldiers single-handedly, Ariana, let alone a whole garrison. Snap out of it!" Ariana grits her teeth, her hands so tight around the hilt of her sword her knuckles turn white. "We're leaving," $wilfred decides, and $w_his tone is final. $w_He turns to you. "We need to get to the stables. What's the quickest way?" <ul> <li>[[″Follow me.″ I lead the way.->Ch01_27a]]</li> <li>[[″Why are you asking ME?″->Ch01_27b]]</li> <li>[[″So we're running away?″->Ch01_27c]]</li> <li>[[″I agree with Ariana; we shouldn't be leaving.″->Ch01_27d]]</li> <li>[[″I… I can't remember, I'm sorry…″->Ch01_27e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5), $leader += 1>>"Follow me." You start walking. $wilfred and Ariana follow you. <<include Ch01_28>>

"Why are you asking <i>me</i>?" "You live here," $wilfred snaps back, clearly exasperated. "I know where the stables are, I'll lead the way," Ariana says, then starts walking. <<include Ch01_28>>

"So we're running away?" "I'm done discussing this," $wilfred snaps, noticeably exasperated. "Let's just go," Ariana says, staring into the distance. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we can return with reinforcements." Begrudgingly, you start walking towards the stables, $wilfred and Ariana following you. <<include Ch01_28>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)>>"I agree with Ariana; we shouldn't be leaving." "What would that accomplish, except for getting us all killed?" $wilfred snarls. "$mcname, $w_sir $wilfred's right," Ariana says, staring into the distance. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we can return with reinforcements." Begrudgingly, you start walking, leading the way to the stables, $wilfred and Ariana following you. <<include Ch01_28>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(10), $timid to $timid.fm(5)>>"I…" You try to think. The stables. The shortest way. It's all a jumble. You can't focus. "I can't remember, I'm sorry…" "I know where they are, I'll lead the way," Ariana says, then starts walking. <<include Ch01_28>>

You run through the field, trying to stay out of sight as you skirt along the edges of the castle walls, avoiding the center of the courtyard where soldiers are probably most numerous. By the time you reach the stables, several loud voices can be heard in the distance, probably rallying men in search of you. You press yourself against the wooden walls of the stables. Peeking around the corner, you take in the enemy presence. There is a single man in a leather gambeson in front of the entrance, standing guard. You could probably dispose of him, but it must be done swiftly, or the noise will alert any nearby soldier. <ul> <li>[[I take him out discreetly.->Ch01_28a]]</li> <li>[[$wilfred + " should handle him."->Ch01_28b]]</li> <li>[[Ariana could deal with him.->Ch01_28c]]</li> <li>[[I let them decide.->Ch01_28d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5), $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"I'll take him out," you whisper, reaching for your sword. <<if $freeze_chp1 == true>>"No." $wilfred's hand flies to yours, stopping you from unsheathing your weapon. You twist to cast a questioning frown $w_his way; $w_his answering stare is peculiarly cold. "Stay here," $w_he orders, moving in the same breath. <<include Ch01willtakedown>> <<else>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>><<include Ch01mctakedown>><</if>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>"$w_sir $wilfred," you say, turning to look $w_his way, "could you handle him?" $w_His gaze swiftly scans the soldier, and $w_he nods. "Of course." <<include Ch01willtakedown>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)>>"Ariana," you say, turning her way, "could you handle him?" "Sure," she replies with a nod. "I'll make it quick. You two deal with the horses." "No," $wilfred objects. "I'll deal with him." Ariana doesn't seem overly surprised at $w_his rebuttal; still, her lips press into a thin line. "Fine." <<include Ch01willtakedown>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(5), $leader -= 1>>"$w_sir $wilfred," Ariana whispers. "I'll take him out. Get the horses with $mcname." "No," $wilfred objects. "I'll deal with him." Ariana doesn't seem overly surprised at $w_his rebuttal; still, her lips press into a thin line. "Fine." <<include Ch01willtakedown>>

You watch as $wilfred creeps closer to the soldier. A split second, and $w_he has him in a chokehold. While the soldier struggles in vain, you and Ariana dash inside the stables. You quickly find your respective horses. Luckily, they're already saddled. When $wilfred drags the soldier inside the stables—dead, you note—you are ready to depart. Before you leave, $w_he sprints to the other horses, letting them loose with a slap to the rear, causing their haphazard escape. "Our only advantage lies in the element of surprise," $w_he says, climbing on $w_his own mount. <<include Ch01escape>>

You sneak around the stables, steps slow and measured, your leather boots almost silent over the ground made of stone. You barely breathe as you approach your target. He seems oblivious to your presence. A few more steps, and you come to a stop right behind him. No time to think. You spring into action; your left hand shoots up, closing over his mouth; his own hands reach for you on instinct—a futile effort, as you run your sword through his back. A muffled cry escapes him, and you hope it isn't loud enough to attract anyone's attention. "$mcname, let's go!" You glance back. Ariana is on horseback, your mount's reins in her hands. You let go of the agonizing soldier, sheathe your sword and seat yourself on your horse. $wilfred is nowhere to be seen. Just as you begin asking Ariana about the Commander's whereabouts, a half dozen horses speed out of the stables in a haphazard escape. You watch as $wilfred appears behind them, already on $w_his mount. "Our only advantage lies in the element of surprise," $w_he says. <<include Ch01escape>>

"Ariana, you'll have to use Aether to clear a path, and open the gates." "Got it." There still is a splotch of dried blood across her face, marring her features. <<if $freeze_chp1 == true>>"A word, $mcname: you <i>cannot</i> afford to let fear overcome you," $wilfred warns. "Freezing in the middle of combat will get you killed." "Freezing in combat?" Ariana repeats, brows knitting together. "Had I not stepped in earlier, $he would be dead." $wilfred gives her only a glance, quickly redirecting $w_his narrowed gaze at you, a sliver of worry in $w_his voice as $w_he continues, "I cannot always be there to save you, $mcname; I strongly suggest keeping your wits about you." Ariana is staring at you, now, her green eyes wider with what you believe is worry. "$mcname. Stick with me, alright?" "Stay focused," $wilfred says, then urges $w_his horse forward.<<else>>"$mcname." $wilfred directs a steady gaze your way. "Cut down any soldier that gets too close." You nod, then urge your horse forward.<</if>> You return to skirting the castle walls. Luckily, the path is deserted, and your progress is unhindered. As you approach your destination, $wilfred orders you behind the cover of a high wall. You perceive loud voices coming from the direction of the gates. "The gates are still open," $w_he says after dropping a furtive gaze beyond your cover. "Stan's men must be trying to seal them off, but I don't think the castle guards are letting them." $w_He turns to Ariana. "On horseback, we'll reach the gates in thirty seconds. Is that enough time for you to focus? Will you be able to clear the way?" "Yes," she replies. "But I won't be able to use Aether for a while, afterwards." "We have no other option." $wilfred shakes $w_his head to dislodge the strand of hair sticking to $w_his sweaty forehead. "Let's go." <center><<button [[Next|Ch01_29]]>><</button>></center>

You urge your horses forward, and gallop towards the gates. You don't go unnoticed for long. "There they are! Don't let them escape!" Fifty soldiers crowd the castle's entrance. Half of them ready their swords as they glimpse your approach, ready to cut down your horses and force you to the ground. The other half is quick to fight them back, and it soon devolves into a melee of blades and shields, no way for you to discern who is on your side or against, as they are suited in the same armor, wearing the same colors. As you grow closer, you wonder how exactly Ariana is supposed to get this brawl out of your way. As if on cue, with only ten feet separating you from the crowd, Ariana raises her right hand high above her head. A light, bright enough that even the sun seems to dim, forces your eyes shut, and air rushes past you in the aftershock of a detonation, shaking you to your core. When you can bear to open your eyes again, the soldiers at the gates have been thrown away, out of your path as your steeds stride quickly through their broken ranks. You don't stop galloping until the castle has long faded from your line of sight. <center><<button [[You run away...|Ch02_01]]>><</button>></center>

It has now been five hours since you've escaped from the castle with your lives. The sun is nearing the horizon, setting the sky ablaze with rich hues of pink and purple, and the scent of pine permeates the air you're swiftly moving through. Your body aches, the long ride taking its toll on you, hips and knees and back burning from exertion. You barely register the pain however, adrenaline pumping in your veins momentarily dampening it, and your conscious thoughts are dominated by the imperious need to keep running in search of shelter. You've been following $wilfred's lead to Fort Queenscliff, the closest garrison to the castle, where the Commander in the West and their forces are usually stationed. It is your best and closest bet for safety. You were followed during the first half of your journey, but it seems your pursuers gave up the chase mid-way; it has been a while since you've glimpsed anyone behind you. You just hope there isn't a trap laying for you ahead. Just as the thought crosses your mind, the red walls of the fort pop over the horizon. You are almost there. <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_02]]>><</button>></center>

Dread gives way to hope, and you find yourself breathing freely again, a second wind hitting you. You hold onto your horse's reins tighter and prepare to enter the fort. The heavy wooden doors open before you, the guards atop either recognizing your uniforms or your faces. Once inside, you get off your horse. The ground under your feet feels solid, half and half hard gray stone and soft ivory earth. Relief crashes over you as adrenaline leaves your veins, its absence making you sway a moment. Your limbs sting, your head pounds, and as you run a hand over your face, you're hit with the dizzying realization that while your life is safe for now, it has been turned upside down and will never be the same. "I was not expecting you," says an approaching voice. You turn your heavy head and stare at its source. <<if $ro_gender_picked == true>><center><<button [[Next|Ch02_03]]>><</button>></center><<else>><ul> <li>[["A man, dressed in the same uniform as " + $wilfred + ", is marching towards you."->Ch02_03]]</li> <li>[["A woman, dressed in the same uniform as " + $wilfred + ", is marching towards you."->Ch02_03][$cyril_gender = "female", $c_he = "she", $c_his = "her", $c_his_p = "hers", $c_him = "her", $c_boy = "girl", $c_man = "woman", $c_brother = "sister", $c_sir = "Lady", $c_He = "She", $c_His = "Her", $c_His_p = "Her", $c_Him = "Her", $c_handsome = "beautiful", $c_himself = "herself"]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $met_cyril = true>>A $c_man, dressed in the same uniform as $wilfred—midnight blue, bright red trim and gold buttons—is marching towards you, flanked by two soldiers in armor. <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>His ear-length hair is parted in the middle, golden strands casting shadows over his concerned hazel eyes as he takes in the haphazard appearance of your group.<<else>>Her shoulder-length hair is parted in the middle, framing her concerned hazel eyes between curtains of golden locks as she takes in the haphazard appearance of your group.<</if>> Ariana advances. "Stanislas—" "Closed doors," $wilfred immediately cuts her off. "Cyril," $w_he calls the $c_man, "we need to discuss this behind closed doors." Cyril blinks then quickly nods. $c_He gestures for the three of you to follow $c_him, while dismissing the soldiers who were standing by $c_his side. Inside the fort, the air is fresh, with a smell of spruce and warm earth. Soldiers watch as you walk in the stone-walled dimly-lit hallways then enter a room with a single window. It resembles a study, walls lined with bookcases with a paper-covered desk in the middle. Cyril closes the door once you're all inside, then invites you to sit in the cushioned chairs facing the desk. There are enough of them for all of you, but $wilfred elects to stay up, arms crossed, next to a sitting Ariana, her back ramrod-straight. Cyril seats $c_himself on the other side of the desk. $c_His gaze clings to Ariana, observing her intently, and as you turn to your sister, you understand the reason behind the stare: her face is still splotchy with dried, dark blood. "Stanislas betrayed us," Ariana reveals. "He betrayed the King and Queen. He betrayed me, he betrayed you, he betrayed all of us; he betrayed the whole Kingdom and he will die for it." A wrinkle of worry appears between Cyril's eyebrows, and $c_he leans forward, over $c_his bent arms on the desk. "What exactly did he do?" <ul> <li>[[″Stanislas had the King and Queen assassinated during a meeting with Kalltland envoys.″->Ch02_03a]]</li> <li>[[″He killed them. He killed them both!″ I say, throttled by a pang of grief.->Ch02_03b]]</li> <li>[[″He signed his death warrant,″ I say, teeth gritted in anger.->Ch02_03c]]</li> <li>[[″Oh, nothing much. Only murdered both our parents in cold blood, then tried to kill us both.″->Ch02_03d]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch02_03e]]</li> </ul>

"Stanislas had the King and Queen assassinated during a meeting with Kalltland envoys," you explain, voice as steady as you can muster. "He would have murdered us as well, had we not escaped." Cyril stares at you, a dumbfounded expression widening $c_his hazel eyes. <<include Ch02_04>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>"He killed them," you say, almost choking on the words. Saying it out loud is like plunging a dagger into your own heart. "He killed them both!" "I'm sorry?" "He murdered our parents," you explain, voice shaky with grief, "and would have done the same to us had we not escaped!" "He had help from Kalltland," $wilfred adds. Cyril stares at $w_him, a dumbfounded expression widening $c_his hazel eyes. <<include Ch02_04>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"He signed his own death warrant," you say, teeth grinding against each other. "Which I'll be more than happy to carry out." Cyril watches you, not understanding. "Stanislas orchestrated the King and Queen's assassination, with Kalltland's help," $wilfred explains. "He was planning to have Ariana and $mcname killed as well." Cyril stares at $w_him, a dumbfounded expression widening $c_his hazel eyes. <<include Ch02_04>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(5)>>"Oh, nothing much," you say, mustering a fake smile. "He only murdered our parents in cold blood, then tried to kill us both. Under the guise of signing a peace treaty with Kalltland, no less." Cyril stares at you, a dumbfounded expression widening $c_his hazel eyes. <<include Ch02_04>>

"Stanislas orchestrated the King and Queen's assassination, with Kalltland's help," $wilfred answers. "He was planning to have Ariana and $mcname killed as well." Cyril stares at $w_him, a dumbfounded expression widening $c_his hazel eyes. <<include Ch02_04>>

"Why in the world would he do that?" "I'm not certain," $wilfred admits. "He called Their Majesties 'warmongering tyrants'." Cyril takes a few seconds to collect $c_himself, the news clearly baffling $c_him. "Stanislas was never shy about his aversion to war, but I never thought he would take his beliefs to this extreme. What has gotten into him?" $c_He looks to $wilfred for an answer. "The result of Kalltland's influence, perhaps," $wilfred says coolly. "Perhaps." Cyril frowns. "Does he know you're here? We need to get ready in case of an attack on the fort." "He won't risk it, for now," $wilfred replies, <<if $will_gender == "male">>scratching his stubble.<<else>>rubbing the side of her neck.<</if>> $w_His blue eyes are dull, <<if $will_gender == "male">>his short brown hair disheveled, windswept during the horse ride.<<else>>strands of her long brown hair falling out of her ponytail, disheveled during the horse ride.<</if>> "From what I saw, he must have brought along most of his men, but that is still less manpower than your garrison." "Still, it never hurts to be ready," Cyril says. <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_05]]>><</button>></center>

"We have to retake the castle as soon as possible," Ariana interjects, "before Kalltland sends him reinforcements." $wilfred nods. "Cyril, we'll need as many soldiers as possible. Can you send word to the other forts?" "Of course." Cyril pauses. "We're back at war with Kalltland, then?" Silence fills the room a moment. "This time," Ariana says, her tone resolute, "will be the last." "Agreed." $wilfred nods. "No need for a formal declaration of war, however. If we can deal with Stanislas before Kalltland's full involvement, that would be ideal." Cyril leans back in $c_his chair. "I'll have the message read that the Queen and King have been assassinated, and that Stanislas and Kalltland are to blame. Is that alright?" "Yes," Ariana answers. "Let them know Stanislas is a traitor to the Kingdom, to be killed on sight." Then, slowly enunciating each word, almost as a chant, "Stanislas is going to die," she vows. Cyril flicks a blond strand of hair out of $c_his face, $c_his hazel eyes trained on your sister in a long, appraising look. $c_His expression clears as $c_he changes the subject. "How long did you all ride for?" $c_He stands up, walks around $c_his desk and leans back on it. "Did you eat or drink anything?" <<if $mcgender == "male">>"No." $wilfred uncrosses $w_his arms. "I would be grateful if you could have your people prepare something for the Prince and Princess." $w_He catches $w_himself, glances at Ariana. "Or rather, for the Queen and the Prince."<<else>>"No." $wilfred uncrosses $w_his arms. "I would be grateful if you could have your people prepare something for the Princesses." $w_He catches $w_himself, glances at Ariana. "Or rather, for the Queen and the Princess."<</if>> Ariana twitches in her seat, but says nothing. "Just for the two of them? Are you planning to starve yourself, $wilfred?" Cyril jests, a small smile on $c_his lips. "Give me a few minutes. I'll arrange dinner and rooms for all three of you." Ariana stands up briskly, leaving the room with $wilfred, and you trail behind them. <center><<button [[Ten Minutes Later...|Ch02_06]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ariana_queen = true>>Only the four of you are in the large dining hall, softly lit by long white candles. Most of the room's lighting emanates from the Aether chandelier high above your heads: six orbs of glass held together by metal wires, a blue and yellow flame gently swaying inside. Such orbs are the most practical source of light and warmth in the Kingdom, and only your family is capable of producing them. <<if $aether > 0>>You've read about the process behind their making, but aren't sure whether you would actually be able to create them. Maybe Ariana could.<<else>>You wonder whether Ariana knows how to make them, because you certainly don't.<</if>> Servants come and go around you, serving warm food and refilling your drinks. <ul> <li>[[I'm starving.->Ch02_06a]]</li> <li>[[I eat enough to stave off hunger.->Ch02_06b]]</li> <li>[[I don't eat much. I don't feel hungry.->Ch02_06c]]</li> </ul>

The food tastes fine and you wolf it down, only stopping to drink now and then. $wilfred's appetite seems pretty healthy, too. Ariana, on the other hand, barely touches her food. She soon pushes her plate away, and stares down at her crossed arms on the wooden table. <<include Ch02_07>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>Your first instinct is to drink water; your thirst sated, you are able to swallow some of the food presented to you. It tastes fine, and you eat enough to sate your hunger. Ariana barely touches her food; she soon pushes her plate away, and stares down at her crossed arms on the wooden table. $wilfred's appetite doesn't seem overly affected; then again, $w_he's not the one whose parents have been murdered mere hours ago. Perhaps $w_his years of combat experience, and the losses $w_he has undoubtedly suffered on the battlefield, have deadened the impact death can have on $w_him. <<include Ch02_07>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>Your first instinct is to drink water; your thirst sated, you are able to swallow some of the food presented to you. It tastes fine, but your heart and mind are not in it, and soon you find yourself pushing it around with your fork. Ariana barely touches her food; she soon pushes her plate away, and stares down at her crossed arms on the wooden table. $wilfred's appetite doesn't seem overly affected; then again, $w_he's not the one whose parents have been murdered mere hours ago. Perhaps $w_his years of combat experience, and the losses $w_he has undoubtedly suffered on the battlefield, have deadened the impact death can have on $w_him. <<include Ch02_07>>

Cyril sips a glass of red wine from $c_his seat at the end of the table, watching you in silence and letting you eat in peace. When all three of you are finished, Cyril stands, leaving $c_his half-full glass behind. "I'll show you to your quarters," $c_he says, and leads the way. You follow $c_him down the hallway, but continue past the study, arriving at an impasse where three wooden doors are encrusted in the stone walls. "Try to get some rest." Cyril turns to your group, gaze gliding from face to face, stopping to lock with Ariana's. "I'll be sending messages out in a moment. In a few days, Stanislas will be known throughout the Kingdom as a regicide." "Good. Thank you, $c_sir Cyril." Ariana pushes open the door closest to her. "Good night," she wishes all of you, then pulls the heavy door closed behind her. $wilfred pats Cyril's shoulder as $w_he skirts around $c_his back, then stops in front of the door leading to $w_his quarters, looking back in your direction. $w_He looks exhausted, but seems to not want to retire to $w_his room until $w_he's certain you're safe. <ul> <li>[["I wish " + $w_him + " a good night."->Ch02_07a]]</li> <li>[["I smile, and wish " + $w_him + " a good night."->Ch02_07b]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch02_07c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>"Good night, $w_sir $wilfred," you say. "Good night." $w_He nods, then takes $w_his leave. <<include Ch02_08>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>"Good night, $w_sir $wilfred," you say, and you even manage to shape your lips into the tiniest of smiles. "Good night," $w_he replies with a half-smile of $w_his own, then leaves. <<include Ch02_08>>

"Go ahead, $wilfred," Cyril says good-humoredly. "I'll take it from here." "Thank you, Cyril. Good night." $w_He nods, then takes $w_his leave. <<include Ch02_08>>

<<set $joke = false>>Cyril's faint smile, as $c_he faces you, has no cheer behind it, only sympathy. "How are you feeling, Your Highness?" $c_he asks, $c_his concern sounding genuine. <ul> <li>[[″I don't know.″->Ch02_08a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm doing alright, considering.″->Ch02_08b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm barely holding it together.″->Ch02_08c]]</li> <li>[[″I'm just peachy… My parents just died, what do you think?″->Ch02_08d]]</li> <li>[[″It doesn't matter how I feel. I need to stay strong.″->Ch02_08e]]</li> <li>[[″I don't need your concern.″->Ch02_08f]]</li> <li>[[″I've never felt better! I'm finally free from the parental yoke.″->Ch02_08g]]</li> <li>[[″I'll feel better when our enemies are six feet underground.″->Ch02_08h]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>"I don't know," you admit. "You probably need time to process everything that's happened," Cyril says, and $c_his voice is somber. "For what it's worth, <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"I'm doing alright, considering the circumstances," you reply. "You're handling it better than most would," Cyril says. "For what it's worth, <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(10)>>"I'm barely holding it together," you admit. "That's understandable," Cyril says, compassion in $c_his voice. "For what it's worth, <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(10)>>"I'm just <i>peachy</i>… My parents just died, what do you think?" you snap. "I apologize," Cyril says. "My goal was not to upset you. <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"It doesn't matter how I feel," you reply. "I need to stay strong." Cyril stares at you for a moment. "Be careful not to overburden yourself," $c_he says. "For what it's worth, <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"I don't need your concern," you reply dismissively. "Of course," Cyril says after a pause. "In any case, <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $joke = true, $DontCare = true>>"Never felt better!" you reply with glee. "Finally, I'm free from the parental yoke." $c_He blinks at you with a stumped smile. "It is… a rare talent, to be able to see the other side of the coin in such dark moments." "I aim to impress." You shrug lightly. "In any case, <<include Ch02_09>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(5)>>"I'll feel better when our enemies are six feet underground," you reply. "A sentiment your sister must share." Cyril smiles slowly. "For what it's worth, <<include Ch02_09>>

I'm sorry about your parents. I admired and respected them both. I didn't really know your father, but your mother was a peerless leader." <<if $diplomatic >= 50 && $joke == false>>"Thank you," you reply.<<else>>You nod.<</if>> "I'll let you sleep, then. You've had a long day, and there will be much to do tomorrow. Good night, Your Highness." $c_He walks away with a parting smile, and in the night's silence, you can hear $c_his leather boots stepping in the distance. <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_10]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $NightTalk = 0>>You're alone in the silent hallway. You could retire to your room, or check on your companions first. <<include NightTalk>>

<<if $NightTalk == 3>><center><<button [[Next|Ch02_Sleep]]>><</button>></center><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch02_Ariana_01")>><li>[[I should check on Ariana.->Ch02_Ariana_01][$NightTalk += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch02_Will_01")>><li>[["I want to discuss something with " + $wilfred + "."->Ch02_Will_01][$NightTalk += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch02_Cyril_01")>><li>[[Maybe I could help Cyril write the message to our troops.->Ch02_Cyril_01][$NightTalk += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I retire to my room for the night.->Ch02_Sleep]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)>>You knock on Ariana's door, softly at first, louder when that fails to garner a response. "Come in," you hear her say from the other side. When you open the door, you immediately spot her standing in front of a washbowl, face dripping wet and a bloodied cloth in hand. She has removed her blue uniform jacket, and water is leaking into her white undershirt as she stares into her own eyes in the mirror facing her. She throws the stained washcloth to the ground, collects a pristine one from a nearby pile and uses it to dry her face. You close the door behind you, and look around the room. It is quite spacious, if furnished with parsimony. A large bed with a dark, wooden frame is tucked under a closed window. There is a round table and two chairs to the side, along with a cupboard. To the other side, near where Ariana is standing, an opening in the wall leads to an adjoining bathroom. "Did you need something, $mcname?" Ariana's green eyes are on you, and she seems as tired as you feel. At least now her face is devoid of blood stains. "I wanted to check on you," you reply, walking further into the room and closer to her. She drops the washcloth and turns to face you completely. Silence stretches between you, neither of you knowing quite what to say. Ariana looks to the floor, then back up into your eyes. "I'm glad you're here, at least." She steps forward, stopping mere inches away. Her hands reach up towards you. <ul> <li>[[I let her hug me.->Ch02_Ariana_01a]]</li> <li>[[I hug her first.->Ch02_Ariana_01b]]</li> <li>[[I take a step back.->Ch02_Ariana_01c]]</li> </ul>

$wilfred's room is a little further away from yours, at the very end of the corridor. You knock three times and almost jump when the door flies open. "$mcname? What's wrong?" $w_he asks, tone urgent. "Nothing's wrong," you quickly answer. "I just wanted to discuss something with you." $w_He nods, stepping aside to let you in, then closes the door behind you. The room is pretty bare aside from the essentials: a large bed with warm covers, a cupboard and a table with chairs. There's also an adjoining bathroom to the side. "What did you want to discuss?" $w_he asks, crossing $w_his arms. <ul> <li>[[″I was wondering how you were feeling. I understand you consider Stanislas your best friend.″->Ch02_Will_Positive]]</li> <li>[[″Your best friend just betrayed the Kingdom. How come you did not see that coming? Or maybe you chose not to see it coming.″->Ch02_Will_Neg]]</li> <li>[[Actually, I don't really know why I came here. I should leave.->Ch02_Will_Leave]]</li> </ul>

You walk back to the study where you convened an hour earlier. The heavy wooden door is half-open; you push it a fraction and peek inside. Cyril is lying back in $c_his chair, elbow propped up on the cushioned armrest. $c_His chin is perched on $c_his knuckles as $c_he reads through the yellowed parchment on the desk in front of $c_him. The sole window is wide open behind $c_him, letting in a cool breeze along with the night's gloom. $c_His gaze flicks up to meet yours. "$Prince $mcname. Is there anything you need?" $c_His smile is small but sincere. "I thought I could help you write the message to our troops," you say, entering the room. "That's very kind of you, but there's no need for you to worry about that; besides, I've finished writing it. I only need to copy it ten times over, now." "Why would you need to do that?" "It has ten recipients, so we need ten copies. The original has to stay here," $c_he explains. <ul> <li>[[″I'll help you. It'll keep my mind occupied.″->Ch02_Cyril_01b]]</li> <li>[[″I'll help you. Maybe it's not as boring as it sounds.″->Ch02_Cyril_01a]]</li> <li>[[″I won't be doing that; I'm no vulgar scribe!″->Ch02_Cyril_Leave_a]]</li> <li>[[″Sorry, that sounds a bit more dull than I can take.″->Ch02_Cyril_Leave_b]]</li> </ul>

Your room is far simpler and smaller than your quarters back at the castle, but it has the necessities: a bed, a table and chairs, a cupboard and an adjoining bathroom. You take off your clothes, find a clean nightgown in the cupboard and crash into bed, body and head aching. <<if $DontCare isnot true>>The scent of fresh laundry triggers a memory— Your father in the gardens, tending to yellow tulips. For they were your mother's favorite flowers— You're an orphan, now. The sudden notion grabs hold of you like a snare, choking you in a crashing wave of grief. Your fists close over the smooth linen as the dark red tint of blood, the smell of hot iron and the clash of sharp swords fill your mind and senses. Your parents are dead. It's only you and Ariana, now. <ul> <li>[[I cry.->Ch02_Sleep_Cry]]</li> <li>[[Crying is useless.->Ch02_Sleep_notCry]]</li> </ul><<else>>You quickly lose yourself to a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch03_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(10)>>You curl onto yourself, gathering your pillow closer, and allow your grief to take hold of you; tears fall from your eyes, sobs shake you to your core; loss tearing a gaping wound into your very soul. Eventually, your exhaustion catches up to you, and you drift into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch03_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>You steel yourself. Crying will resolve nothing. There is much to do. And you need to rest to be able to do it. You allow yourself to drift into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch03_01]]>><</button>></center>

Three sharp knocks sound against your door. You open your bleary eyes, and you find yourself in an unknown bed, in an unfamiliar place, in total darkness. The door opens, and someone enters. <ul> <li>[[I jump out of bed, and reach for my sword.->Ch03_01a]]</li> <li>[[I hide under the covers.->Ch03_01b]]</li> <li>[[I don't move. They wouldn't knock if they wished me harm.->Ch03_01c]]</li> <li>[[″Good morning...?″ I say.->Ch03_01d]]</li> <li>[[″Get out! I never told you to come in,″ I chastise whoever enters.->Ch03_01e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)>>Ariana pulls you into a hug. She holds onto you a little too tightly, whispering, "I'm so glad you're safe, $mcname." You softly pat her back. She steps back, green eyes shimmering. <<include Ch02_Ariana_02>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)>>You pull Ariana into a hug. She holds onto you a little too tightly, whispering, "I'm so glad you're safe, $mcname." You softly pat her back. She steps back, green eyes shimmering. <<include Ch02_Ariana_02>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>You retreat a step, and Ariana's arms fall back to her side. She tenses minutely, but quickly shakes it off. <<include Ch02_Ariana_02>>

"We'll get through this, $mcname," she says, her voice higher-pitched, "I promise." Her gaze turns sharper as she adds, "I'll avenge Mother's and Father's death and keep you safe." <ul> <li>[[″We will avenge their death.″->Ch02_Ariana_02a]]</li> <li>[[″There's no need to keep me safe. I can handle myself.″->Ch02_Ariana_02b]]</li> <li>[[″There is more at stake here than just revenge.″->Ch02_Ariana_02c]]</li> <li>[[″I promise to keep you safe as well, Ariana.″->Ch02_Ariana_02d]]</li> <li>[[″Come on, there's no need to get so serious about this.″->Ch02_Ariana_02e]]</li> <li>[[″Don't make promises you can't keep.″->Ch02_Ariana_02f]]</li> <li>[[I shrug. I really don't care about any of this.->Ch02_Ariana_02g]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5), $leader += 1>>"<i>We</i> will avenge their death," you correct. "I have no intention of staying by the wayside." She nods decisively. "Good. I'll be counting on you." "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(5)>>"There's no need to keep me safe. I can handle myself just fine, Ariana." "I know." She nods decisively. "I’ll be counting on you." "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $leader += 1, $forgive_stan += 1>>"There is more at stake here than just revenge," you say. "Such as?" "Such as the stability of the whole Kingdom," you remind her. "We could tip into civil war if we're not careful." Her lips press into an unhappy line. "I guess you're not wrong." "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

"I promise to keep you safe as well, Ariana." Her smile lights up her entire face. "I'll be counting on you." "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $DontCare = true>>"Come on, there's no need to get so serious about this," you say dismissively, dismissing the topic with a wave of your hand. <<if $playful >= 60>>The corner of Ariana's lips twitches. "I guess taking things seriously is just not you."<<else>>Ariana blinks repeatedly at you. "This <i>is</i> serious," she says, but there's no strength behind her words.<</if>> "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"Don't make promises you can't keep." Ariana scowls, not missing your distrustful tone. <<if $aff_ariana < 50>>"Still with the <<if $mcgender == "male">>brotherly<<else>>sisterly<</if>> rivalry?" she jeers. "I would have thought this whole mess would make you grow you out of it."<<else>>"I <i>never</i> make promises I can't keep. I thought you knew that."<</if>> "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5), $DontCare = true>>You shrug, spot a long-legged spider crawling on the opposite wall, focus on that instead. "Anyway, let's try to catch some sleep," your sister says. "We have a long day ahead of us, and many things to prepare before we can take back the castle." After you've exchanged goodnight wishes, you leave her room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>"I was wondering how you were feeling," you say. "I understand you consider Stanislas your best friend." $w_He blinks, $w_his eyes widening slightly. "I <i>did</i> consider him a friend," $w_he amends, "but the man I know would never have committed treason." $w_He pauses a moment, looking away. "In any case, he will have to atone for his treachery with his life." $w_He looks pained for a fleeting moment but shakes $w_himself, $w_his steely air sliding back into place. "I only regret that I wasn't able to prevent your parents' murder. For that, you have my deepest apologies, Your Highness." <ul> <li>[[″We were all caught off-guard.″->Ch02_Will_Positive_a]]</li> <li>[[″Apologies accepted.″->Ch02_Will_Positive_b]]</li> <li>[[″You should have prevented it.″->Ch02_Will_Positive_c]]</li> <li>[[″Oh, well. C'est la vie.″->Ch02_Will_Positive_d]]</li> </ul>

<<if $aff_will > 39>><<set $aff_will = 39>><<else>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-20)>><</if>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-15)>>"Your best friend just betrayed the Kingdom," you say without preamble, and watch as $wilfred's composed expression tightens. "How come you did not see that coming?" $w_He stares at you coolly, not answering, so you carry on speaking, "Or maybe you <i>chose</i> not to see anything." $w_His blue eyes narrow dangerously. "Are you questioning my loyalty?" $w_he asks, tone like steel. "Should I?" "Perhaps <i>I</i> should remind you that the reason you still have your life is that I saved it." $w_He unlinks $w_his arms, and opens the door. "Surely you need to rest, Your Highness. Good night." $w_He lets you out, and closes the door behind you. <<include NightTalk>>

You shuffle on the spot, then reach for the door. "Actually, I think it would be best if I just let you rest for the night." $w_He looks at you, a silent question in $w_his eye, but does not try to change your mind. "Good night, Your Highness." You leave the room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5), $ch2_will_promise = true>>"We were all caught off-guard," you reply. "That's no excuse." $w_His eyes on you are as steady as they are cold. "I won't let it happen again. You have my word," $w_he declares, resolute. "I should let you rest now," you say, not wanting to overstay your welcome. You wish $w_him a good night and leave the room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5), $ch2_will_promise = true>>"Apologies accepted," you say. "I won't let myself be caught off guard again. You have my word," $w_he declares, resolute. "I should let you rest now," you say, not wanting to overstay your welcome. You wish $w_him a good night and leave the room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $ch2_will_promise = true>>"You of all people should have found a way to prevent it," you say chastisingly. $w_He seems somewhat irked, but doesn't contradict you. "I won't let it happen again. You have my word," $w_he declares, resolute. "I should let you rest now," you say, not wanting to overstay your welcome. You wish $w_him a good night and leave the room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $DontCare = true>>"Oh, well. <i>C'est la vie.</i>" You shrug. $w_He seems taken aback, blinking wordlessly at you. "I should let you rest now," you say, not wanting to overstay your welcome. You wish $w_him a good night and leave the room. <<include NightTalk>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5)>>"I'll help you. Maybe it's not as boring as it sounds." "I'm sorry to dash your hopes, but it is the very definition of boring." You sit down in one of the chairs opposite Cyril. $c_He produces several sheets of parchment, and hands them to you along with a black and gold fountain pen. $c_He then places the already written letter in the middle of the desk. You pull it closer, and read it through carefully. <center><<button [[The letter reads...|Ch02_Cyril_02]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5)>>"I'll help you. It'll keep my mind occupied." "I never turn down help when it is offered." $c_He smiles. "Please take a seat, then." You sit down in one of the chairs opposite Cyril. $c_He produces several sheets of parchment, and hands them to you along with a black and gold fountain pen. $c_He then places the already written letter in the middle of the desk. You pull it closer, and read it through carefully. <center><<button [[The letter reads...|Ch02_Cyril_02]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"I won't be doing that; I'm no vulgar scribe!" you exclaim. $c_He watches you a moment, $c_his hazel eyes seemingly assessing you. "That's alright," $c_he says. "I'll see you in the morning then, Your Highness." You leave the study. <<include NightTalk>>

"Sorry, that sounds a bit more dull than I can take." Cyril chuckles softly. "It is definitely dull," $c_he confirms, "but the scribe is asleep, and I'd rather let her rest." $c_He lies back in $c_his chair, smiling up at you. "I'll see you in the morning then, Your Highness." You leave the study. <<include NightTalk>>

<i>Fort Queenscliff 1. Queen Serene and King Lavic have been assassinated. May their souls rest peacefully in the Aether. 2. Ariana d'Arcadie has ascended as Queen of the Kingdom of Arcadie. May she lead us with infinite wisdom and strength. 3. Stanislas Duval, disgraced Commander in the North, is responsible for the assassination. He is hereby declared an enemy of the Kingdom. He is to be killed on sight. 4. For their role in the assassination, Kalltland is hereby declared an enemy of the Kingdom. Cease communication with them immediately. Send forth any useful information and past communications. 5. By order of Queen Ariana, for the recapture of the Royal Castle, all available troops are to march to Fort Queenscliff at once. - Cyril Lavignac, Commander in the West and Leader of the Peacekeeping Force</i> <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_Cyril_03]]>><</button>></center>

You can't help but notice that nowhere are you even mentioned. Your survival should at least merit a couple words. After all, you and Ariana are the last surviving members of the Arcadie line. "There's not a single mention of me," you remark out loud. Cyril lifts $c_his eyes off the sheet $c_he was busy filling with $c_his handwriting. "Do you want to add a mention of you?" $c_he asks, putting $c_his pen down. <ul> <li>[[″Of course. I am first-in-line to the throne, and Ariana and I are the last of the Arcadie line.″->Ch02_Cyril_03a]]</li> <li>[[″Of course. Knowing that Ariana is not the sole survivor will boost the troops' morale.″->Ch02_Cyril_03b]]</li> <li>[[″Of course I want to!″->Ch02_Cyril_03c]]</li> <li>[[″No, never mind.″->Ch02_Cyril_03d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(10)>>"Of course. I am first-in-line to the throne, and Ariana and I are the last of the Arcadie line." "Alright. Let me think of a way to best phrase it." "How about adding a sentence after point 'one': … <<include Ch02_Cyril_04>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(10)>>"Of course. Knowing that Ariana is not the sole survivor will boost the troops' morale." "Alright. Let me think of a way to best phrase it." "How about adding a sentence after point 'one': … <<include Ch02_Cyril_04>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"Of course I want to!" Cyril raises a palm in a gesture of appeasement. "What should we write, then?" $c_he asks, unperturbed. "Add a sentence after point 'one': … <<include Ch02_Cyril_04>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-10)>>"No, never mind." Cyril's brows furrow a touch. "Are you sure?" "Yes." $c_He picks up $c_his pen. "Let's get to writing, then." <<include Ch02_Cyril_05>>

<ul> <li>[["″...the heirs to the throne, Ariana and " + $mcname + " d'Arcadie, have escaped the assassination, unharmed.″"->Ch02_Cyril_04a]]</li> <li>[["″...the heirs to the throne, Ariana and " + $mcname + " d'Arcadie, have escaped the assassination, unharmed, thanks to " + $mcname + "'s fearlessness and boundless might.″"->Ch02_Cyril_04b]]</li> <li>[["″...the heirs to the throne, Ariana and " + $mcname + " d'Arcadie, have escaped the assassination, unharmed, thanks to " + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred + "'s courage and loyalty.″"->Ch02_Cyril_04c]]</li> <li>[[...actually." I change my mind. "Forget I said anything.″->Ch02_Cyril_04d]]</li> </ul>

You pore over the parchment. It smells of dry autumn leaves, and the blue ink from the fountain pen glides in smooth lines over its surface as you copy the words from Cyril's message, slowly writing it in soothing motions. Long minutes float by, and you go through sheet after sheet of scented parchment, faithfully duplicating the words penned by the Commander. Eventually, you both finish your task, and Cyril stacks the sheets in the middle of the desk, letting out a long sigh. "I'm very grateful for your help, Your Highness." $c_He stands up. "I'll be sending these out, then retiring to my quarters for the night. But you are free to remain here, if you wish." You shake your head. "No, I'll go back to my room." "Alright." <<if $friendly > 50 || $diplomatic > 50>>"Have a good night, $c_sir Cyril." "You as well, Your Highness."<<else>>You nod, and head for the door. "Good night, Your Highness," Cyril says behind you.<</if>> <<include NightTalk>>

"…the heirs to the throne, Ariana and $mcname d'Arcadie have escaped the assassination, unharmed." Cyril nods in agreement. $c_He picks up $c_his pen, amending the letter. "Let's get to writing, then." <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_Cyril_05]]>><</button>></center>

"…the heirs to the throne, $mcname and Ariana d'Arcadie, have escaped the assassination, unharmed, thanks to $mcname's fearlessness and boundless might." Cyril lets out a short, light laugh. "We might need to rephrase that." "You disagree with my phrasing?" $c_He fixes a steady gaze on you. "While I am certain that you are, of course, 'fearless and boundlessly mighty', as this is military correspondence, we need to stick to the facts." $c_He picks up $c_his pen. While $c_he doesn't note down your exact suggestion, $c_he does amend the letter by mentioning your survival. "Let's get to writing, then." <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_Cyril_05]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(5)>>"…the heirs to the throne, Ariana d'Arcadie and $mcname, have escaped the assassination, unharmed, thanks to $w_sir $wilfred's courage and loyalty'." Cyril tilts $c_his head slightly to the side. "I'm sure $wilfred will appreciate the commendation." $c_He picks up $c_his pen, amending the letter. "Let's get to writing, then." <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_Cyril_05]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-10)>>"Actually, forget I said anything." Cyril's brows furrow a touch. "Are you sure?" "Yes." $c_He picks up $c_his pen. "Let's get to writing, then." <center><<button [[Next|Ch02_Cyril_05]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(10)>>You dash out of bed, throwing the covers back and jumping to the belongings you discarded last night. In a flurry of motions, you swiftly unsheathe your sword, and face the stranger that foolishly invaded your abode. "Ack! Please don't hurt me!" the $man pleads, voice high-pitched and eyes round as saucers. "I'm just bringing breakfast!" You notice $his hands are holding up a tray overflowing with food, and you lower your weapon. Quickly, the $man strides to the table and nearly throws the tray down, in a clatter of metal and glass. $He bows briskly in your direction, sprints out of the room, and slams the door shut. The appetizing smell of fresh baked goods soon reaches you, and your stomach growls. You approach the table, and slump into the chair closest to the tray. <<include Ch03_02>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(10)>>You pull the covers over your head. You doubt this makes for effective concealment, as your shape under the duvet must easily give you away. Your hear footsteps that briefly pause, then a metallic sound as something is placed down nearby; more footsteps moving away, and the door closes. When your peer out of the covers, there is a tray full of food on the table. The appetizing smell of fresh baked goods soon reaches your spot under the warm covers. You push them aside, get up groggily and slump into the chair closest to the tray. <<include Ch03_02>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>You watch as a young $man, dressed in black and white, quickly strides into your room. "Deepest apologies, Your Highness," $he says, a tray of food in $his hands. "$c_sir Cyril requested that an early breakfast be delivered to you." $He places it on the table, and promptly takes $his leave, bowing on $his way out. The appetizing smell of fresh baked goods soon reaches your spot in the bed, under the warm covers. You push them aside, get up groggily and approach the table, slumping into the chair closest to the tray. <<include Ch03_02>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(10)>>"Um…" You clear your sleep-laced throat. "Good morning?" A $man, dressed in black and white, strides into your room. "Good morning, Your Highness. My deepest apologies for disturbing you," $he says, holding a tray full of food. "$c_sir Cyril requested that an early breakfast be delivered to you." $He places it down on the table, and promptly takes $his leave, bowing on $his way out. The appetizing smell of fresh baked goods soon reaches your spot in the bed, under the warm covers. You push them aside, get up groggily and approach the table, slumping into the chair closest to the tray. <<include Ch03_02>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>>"Get out! I never told you to come in," you chastise the $man in black and white that strides into your room. $He jumps, catches $himself as the tray filled with food in $his hands threatens to capsize. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness," $he says quickly, readjusting $himself. "$c_sir Cyril requested that an early breakfast be delivered to you." $He places it down over the table and promptly takes $his leave, bowing on $his way out. The appetizing smell of fresh baked goods soon reaches your spot in the bed, under the warm covers. You push them aside, get up groggily and approach the table, slumping into the chair closest to the tray. <<include Ch03_02>>

You don't know how long you've slept for, but you feel like it wasn't nearly enough; your limbs are still sore, and there is a dull ache throbbing at the base of your skull. You inspect the food. Your nose didn’t betray you: the tray holds several shapely croissants, some butter, a bowl of warm milk and a few stripes of dried salted meat, along with a couple of apples and a tall glass of water. <ul> <li>[[I eat enough to feel full.->Ch03_02a]]</li> <li>[[I taste a few things, but I'm not really hungry.->Ch03_02b]]</li> <li>[[I don't eat anything.->Ch03_02c]]</li> </ul>

The warm inviting smell whets your appetite, and you savor the flaky, chewy and buttery croissants, along with the rest of the meal. <<include Ch03_03>>

The warm inviting smell is not enough to whet your appetite, but you manage to eat and savor a bit of everything. <<include Ch03_03>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(10)>>You leave the food untouched, its sight actually making you feel queasy. <<include Ch03_03>>

Afterwards, you get ready for the day. The cupboard holds a clean army uniform for you, probably placed there on Cyril's orders. Once dressed, you come out of your room and are greeted by loud voices reverberating throughout the hallway. You're able to pinpoint their source as you walk past a double-door. Officers, twenty at a glance, are having a communal breakfast in the dining hall, boisterous and cheery while they eat. Cyril probably wanted you to have breakfast in your own room to spare you the noise and bluster of this many people eating together. Still, they don't look the least bit bothered at having just lost both their King and Queen. Maybe they just haven't been notified yet. You continue walking until you emerge from the gray-stoned hallway into a courtyard with ivory-colored soil. You narrow your eyes in the blinding sunlight, blinking until your sight adjusts. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_04]]>><</button>></center>

A few elm trees pepper the large yard, leaves swaying in the breeze. You spot your horses under a wooden roof a short distance away. They seem healthy and rested, drinking from a trough. Several feet away, the fort’s gates are closed and under heavy guard. You notice three familiar figures standing nearby. The soft soil grinds under your leather boots as you approach. "Good morning, Your Highness." Cyril gives you a courteous smile. $c_His hair is very blond in the sunshine, glowing as though illuminated from within. "Hey," Ariana greets you, smiling too. "I hope you slept better than I did." $wilfred only nods at you, squinting in the glare. <<if $will_gender == "male">>His short chestnut hair is back to its usual tidiness, fringe combed to the side over his blue eyes.<<else>>Her long chestnut hair is back to its usual tidiness, tied in a high sleek ponytail, her straight fringe falling just above her blue eyes.<</if>> $w_He turns back towards the other Commander as $c_he starts speaking. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_05]]>><</button>></center>

"Messages have been sent to the other forts; we should start receiving replies in a matter of days. That should give us an idea of the number of troops they can spare." "Which we need to start preparing a proper plan of attack." Ariana nods decisively, arms clasped behind her body. "I noticed that your soldiers are in a very good mood. Did you brief them about what happened?" Cyril shakes $c_his head. "I believe it would be best if they heard it from you. You are their Queen now. You’ll be leading them into battle. They should get to know you, and trust you with their lives." "A rallying speech, then." Ariana stares into the distance. "I’ve always wanted to give one of those." "No time like the present." Cyril tilts $c_his chin forward, towards the door you came through. Soldiers are starting to file out of it, filling the air with their loud babel, and more pour from different parts of the fort. Cyril excuses $c_himself and marches towards them. <<if $aff_ariana >= 60>>Ariana walks past you, patting your shoulder on her way, and goes to stand in the middle of the vast courtyard, her back very straight and her hands perched on her hips.<<else>>Ariana walks past you, and goes to stand in the middle of the vast courtyard, her back very straight and her hands perched on her hips.<</if>> Soldiers pile up in the open yard, lining up where Cyril instructs them to. There must be several hundreds of them. Their chatter quiets gradually, but once they catch sight of your sister, a murmur rises again in the ranks. Ariana lifting her right hand high silences the voices. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_06]]>><</button>></center>

"My loyal brothers and sisters," she begins, voice clear and sharp ringing in the silence, "we have been betrayed. "Commander Stanislas Duval is no more. In his place, there is now a traitor and a murderer. "Yesterday, while they were signing for peace with Kalltland, Stanislas assassinated King Lavic and Queen Serene." An indignant clamor rises from the crowd. Ariana raises her hand again, and the noise dies down. "Stanislas is nothing more than a puppet in Kalltland's strings, now. We will be doing him a favor when we strike him dead. "I, Ariana d’Arcadie, am now your Queen. I will lead you into battle against Stanislas, fight by your side as we fell the enemies of our powerful Kingdom. I will bleed with you on the battlefield as we destroy any and every threat to the glory of Arcadie. "I have no doubt that your valor, your honor, your strength, devotion and loyalty, will make us victorious, against Kalltland, against Stanislas, and against anyone and anything foolish enough to stand in our way. "Get ready for battle, my brothers and sisters, for we will spill treacherous blood, claim retribution and lay waste to their lands." Ariana pulls out her sword, raises it high above her head, towards the cloudless sky. It glistens in the sun as she shouts, "Glory to Arcadie!" Soldiers brandish their swords in unison and chant loudly: "Glory to Arcadie!" "Long live the Queen!" A cry sounds once, then echoes, again and again, louder and louder. "Long live our Queen Ariana!" You hear and feel the chant in your bones, the thunderous roar ringing in the air. Ariana is now their Queen, and she has promised them glory and blood. <ul> <li>[[And glory and blood they shall have.->Ch03_07][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10)]]</li> <li>[[This is a bit... extreme, but I'm not sure there's an alternative.->Ch03_07][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(5)]]</li> <li>[[War is inevitable. Here's to hoping we can quickly put this all behind us.->Ch03_07]]</li> <li>[[More war? This does not bode well for anyone.->Ch03_07][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(10)]]</li> <li>[[None of this matters to me.->Ch03_07][$involved to $involved.fm(-10)]]</li> </ul>

"That went well." Ariana looks rather pleased with herself, although her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. The soldiers have dispersed now, each carrying on their respective duties. <ul> <li>[[″You gave a great speech, Ariana. The troops are invigorated.″->Ch03_07a]]</li> <li>[[″It's too bad there's no alternative to war.″->Ch03_07b]]</li> <li>[[″Let me know if you need my help with anything, Ariana.″->Ch03_07c]]</li> <li>[[″Should we really be going to war without even trying to parley?″->Ch03_07d]]</li> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch03_07e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+10), $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>>"You gave a great speech, Ariana. The troops are invigorated." Her smile grows, and it's sincere now. "Thank you, $mcname." <<include Ch03_08>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(5), $forgive_stan += 1, $ch3_peace = true>>"It's too bad there's no alternative to war." Your sister eyes you steadily. "Even if there were, I wouldn't take it." <<include Ch03_08>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+10)>>"Let me know if you need my help with anything, Ariana." Her smile grows, and it's sincere now. "Thank you, $mcname." <<include Ch03_08>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+10), $forgive_stan += 1, $ch3_peace = true, $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"Should we really be going to war without even trying to parley?" Ariana levels a disbelieving glare at you. "Parley? Are you serious? You were there when we tried <i>parleying</i> with those degenerates. Look where <i>that</i> got us." <<include Ch03_08>>

"It did. You made quite the impression, Your Majesty," Cyril opines. "Thank you," Ariana replies flatly. <<include Ch03_08>>

She turns her attention elsewhere. "I will be mingling with our soldiers. I should get to know the people under my command." "Good idea." Cyril nods. You watch as she departs and approaches the men guarding the fort’s gates. Wide-eyed at first, they relax bit by bit as Ariana seems to strike an easy conversation with them. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_09]]>><</button>></center>

Cyril turns to you, a smile spreading $c_his lips. "What do you wish to do with your free time, Your Highness?" "Can you show $him around the fort?" $wilfred is barely looking your way, $w_his focus on Ariana. "$He should learn its ins and outs." Cyril glances at $wilfred, then shifts $c_his attention fully back on you. "Do you want me to show you around the fort?" "Why wouldn't $he?" $wilfred asks, casting a dispassionate look at you. "I don't believe Stan—<i>Stanislas</i> would attack the fort, but you should know the lay of the land well enough to defend it, should it come to that." <ul> <li>[[″That's sensible. Show me around the fort, then.″->Ch03_09a]]</li> <li>[[″That doesn't sound like much fun, but I guess it has to be done.″->Ch03_09b]]</li> <li>[[″Let's get it done quickly.″->Ch03_09c]]</li> <li>[[I shrug and go along.->Ch03_09d]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not interested.″->Ch03_09e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+10), $involved to $involved.fm(+5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"That doesn't sound like much fun, but I guess it has to be done." "Your enthusiasm is appreciated," Cyril says, a flicker of amusement in $c_his eye. "Follow me, then." $c_He gestures ahead. "Thank you, Cyril." $wilfred gives a nod, and walks away to join Ariana near the fort's gates. <<include Ch03_Fort_01>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5), $involved to $involved.fm(+10), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"That's sensible. Show me around the fort, then." "Of course. Please follow me." Cyril's smile slides effortlessly back in place as $c_he gestures ahead. "Thank you, Cyril." $wilfred gives a nod, and walks away to join Ariana near the fort's gates. <<include Ch03_Fort_01>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Let's get it done quickly." "Follow me, then." Cyril gestures ahead. "Thank you, Cyril." $wilfred gives a nod, then walks away to join Ariana near the fort's gates. <<include Ch03_Fort_01>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10)>>You shrug, a gesture that elicits a small frown from $wilfred and a chuckle from Cyril. "Let us go, then," the latter says, gesturing ahead. "Thank you, Cyril." $wilfred gives a nod, then walks away to join Ariana near the fort's gates. <<include Ch03_Fort_01>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-10), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"I'm not interested," you say flatly. Cyril's hazel eyes gauge you, flicking to $wilfred as the latter's blank face morphs into skeptical annoyance. "You're not interested in defending yourself and others in case of an attack?" <ul> <li>[[″Well, when you put it that way...″->Ch03_09e_1]]</li> <li>[[″Why should I be? Isn't that your job?″->Ch03_09e_2]]</li> <li>[[″No, I'm not.″->Ch03_09e_3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"Well…" You scratch at your neck. "When you put it <i>that</i> way… I suppose being more familiar with the fort could have <i>some</i> merits." "Let us go then," Cyril says, a flicker of amusement in $c_his eye, "before you change your mind." "Thank you, Cyril." $wilfred gives a nod, and walks away to join Ariana near the fort's gates. <<include Ch03_Fort_01>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-10)>>"Why should I be?" you question $w_him, arms crossed over your chest. "Isn't that <i>your</i> job?" $w_He stares at you, thoroughly unimpressed. "It is in fact <i>not</i> my 'job'. I am not your bodyguard." "You're certainly not," Cyril cuts both of you off with an effortless smile and a conciliatory tone. "$Prince $mcname doesn't wish to be given a tour of the fort, and that's certainly $his prerogative." "Indeed it is. Sorry about this, Cyril." "There's nothing to be sorry about," Cyril replies as $wilfred departs, walking in the direction of Ariana, near the fort's gates. "Well, I wish you a good day, Your Highness." And with a smile, $c_he walks away, too. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_EndFortTour]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-10), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"No, I'm not." "Very well." $wilfred turns around. "Sorry about this, Cyril." "There's nothing to be sorry about," Cyril replies even as $wilfred departs, walking in the direction of Ariana, near the fort's gates. "Well, I wish you a good day, Your Highness." And with a smile, $c_he walks away, too. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_EndFortTour]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch3_forttour = true, $goodchoice = false>>The visit unfolds as you pass through tall trees and stone walls. The outer ones are made of red brick, giving its distinctive appearance to Fort Queenscliff, while the inner ones are of bulky grayish stone. Once you've moved some distance away from the fort's entrance, the sandy soil makes way to yellow then lush green grass. It's short and well kept, and there are several well-cared for plants and trees in the courtyard. From the looks of it, the inside of the fort mustn't see much combat. As Cyril and you weave through the soldiers, they acknowledge $c_him with a nod, a smile, a respectful 'Commander'. One of them, a lieutenant, judging by his uniform, stops to shake $c_his hand, and Cyril pats his arm in return. "Thomas," Cyril calls him. "I don't believe you've met $Prince $mcname, Queen Ariana's younger $brother." A flicker of surprise widens the man's brown eyes. "No, I cannot say that I have. It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness," he says, bowing quickly. <ul> <li>[[″The honor is all mine, Lieutenant.″->Ch03_Fort_01a]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, yes, the honor is all mine, so on and so forth.″->Ch03_Fort_01b]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch03_Fort_01c]]</li> <li>[[I roll my eyes.->Ch03_Fort_01d]]</li> </ul>

You spend the remainder of your day… <ul> <li>[["With Cyril, learning more about " + $c_his + " duties."->Ch03_EndFortTour_a]]</li> <li>[["With Ariana and " + $wilfred + ", getting to know the soldiers."->Ch03_EndFortTour_b]]</li> <li>[[Alone, ambling by in the fort.->Ch03_EndFortTour_c]]</li> <li>[[Alone, in my room.->Ch03_EndFortTour_d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $army_support += 2, $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5), $goodchoice = true>>"The honor is all mine, Lieutenant," you reply with a self-assured smile. He smiles back, and heads off after bidding you both farewell. <<include Ch03_Fort_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5), $timid to $timid.fm(-10), $army_support -= 1>>"Yes, yes, the honor is all mine, so on and so forth," you say dismissively. Cyril glances your way but makes no comment, and Thomas does his best to hide his befuddlement, quickly bidding you both farewell before heading off. <<include Ch03_Fort_02>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>You nod. He bids you both farewell before heading off. <<include Ch03_Fort_02>>

<<set $army_support -= 1, $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>>You roll your eyes, wishing you were elsewhere. You can see Cyril staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Before you, Thomas's surprised frown lasts only a second. "Thank you, Thomas," Cyril says, $c_his tone warm. "I will see you later." The soldier bids you both farewell before heading off. <<include Ch03_Fort_02>>

<<if $goodchoice == true && $aff_cyril > 50 && ($timid < 50 || $friendly > 50)>>"You would do well with the troops," Cyril says. "I believe they could come to look up to you. You only need to keep doing what you're doing." <</if>>You soon arrive at the far end of the fort, at an angle where the outer walls meet. The sun is still shining brightly in the clear sky above, and you instinctively shield your eyes from its seething rays. Cyril walks at your right side, $c_his gait steady, steps wide but unhurried, and $c_he gestures at structures and describes them as you pass them by. "The fort is divided into four identical sections," $c_he explains. "There is a mess hall in each of them, as well as barracks for a thousand soldiers in total. The section you're housed at is meant for the commanders and higher ranking officers. It tends to be quieter than the other wings." Next, you head towards a small wooden structure propped against the wall. A smith is busy working near a forge, hammering away at a longsword. A few paces away, there is a well, and around you, you notice ivy climbing up every crevice, and multicolored flowers sprouting in patches of grass. You reach the middle of a large fenced off area. As you stop in its center, you spot straw dummies stuck in the soil and, further away, round wooden shooting targets planted in the grass, red concentric circles painted on their round surface. "These are the training grounds," Cyril says, unsurprisingly. "Let me know if you ever want to make use of them, and I'll have the soldiers clear them ahead of time." <ul> <li>[[″There's no need to do that. I'd rather train with our soldiers than alone.″->Ch03_Fort_02a]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you.″->Ch03_Fort_02b]]</li> <li>[[″There's not much chance of that happening.″->Ch03_Fort_02c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5), $involved to $involved.fm(+5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"There's no need to do that. I'd rather train with our soldiers than alone." Cyril smiles, giving you a quick approving nod. "That is sure to be instructive." <<include Ch03_Fort_03>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Thank you." "Of course," Cyril replies with a small smile. <<include Ch03_Fort_03>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5), $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>"There's not much chance of <i>that</i> happening." Cyril shoots you a curious glance, but doesn't say more. <<include Ch03_Fort_03>>

A short walk away, and you find yourself at a dead end, closed off to the left by an imposing barricade, and to the right by some sort of storage facility. "This is the armory. It is stocked with swords, bows, shields, armor. The soldiers keep their weapons on their person at all times." $c_He turns to face you. "You should do so as well. While you <i>are</i> safe here, it's always best to be careful." A pause. "Well, this is pretty much all of the fort," $c_he concludes. Cyril, hands clasped behind $c_his lean, athletic frame, awaits either your assessment or your questions. <ul> <li>[[″Thank you for the tour. It was instructive.″->Ch03_Fort_03a]]</li> <li>[[″Would you mind me asking you a few questions?″->Ch03_Fort_03b]]</li> <li>[[″Well, that was boring.″->Ch03_Fort_03c]]</li> <li>[["[Leave] ″This was an utter waste of my time.″"->Ch03_Fort_03d]]</li> <li>[["[Leave] I don't have anything to say or ask."->Ch03_Fort_03e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Thank you for the tour. It was instructive." "You're very welcome." <<include Ch03_TourQA>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>>"Would you mind me asking you a few questions?" "Of course not. Please go ahead." <<include Ch03_TourQA>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Well, that was boring." $c_He gives you a small smile. "Sorry about that. It wasn't supposed to be entertaining, exactly." <<include Ch03_TourQA>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-10)>>"This was an utter waste of my time," you declare. $c_He studies you for a moment. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Your Highness." You take your leave. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_EndFortTour]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"If there's nothing else I can help you with…" Cyril's voice trails off as you fail to react. You mostly blink at $c_him, and $c_his ever-present smile turns contrite. "I will be taking my leave," $c_he says. "I'm sure you'll be able to find your way back. Have a good day, Your Highness." $c_He then leaves you to your own devices. <center><<button [[Next|Ch03_EndFortTour]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5), $politics to $politics.fm(+5)>>"The fort doesn't see much combat, does it?" you ask. "It hasn't in a long time. Besides, I am the Leader of the Peacekeeping Force; I can't exactly have my headquarters looking like a battlefield," $c_he replies with a jovial smile. "Leader of the Peacekeeping Force?" you repeat. "Aren't you the Commander in the West?" "I am." $c_He says nothing else for a moment, locking $c_his hazel eyes with yours. "So what exactly is your role, $c_sir Cyril?" "I am the Commander in the West, as well as the Leader of the Peacekeeping Force." <<if $politics > 20>>"Commanders don't typically hold multiple positions." "They typically don't."<<else>>"I didn't know Commanders could hold multiple positions." "They usually don't."<</if>> $c_His cheeks dimple as $c_he grins. "I am the Commander in the <i>West</i>. As you're well aware, Arington, your… late father's native land, is our western neighbor, and has been our ally ever since your parents' marriage. "The western front doesn't require much of my attention, as you can imagine, so I spend most of my time acting as the Leader of the Peacekeeping Force." $c_He looks up a moment, as a sweet breeze shuffles the tree's leaves above your heads. "My role is to maintain order in the Kingdom," $c_he continues, "which also includes presiding over the Noble Assembly." <<include Ch03_Tour_Loop>>

<<if $CyrilQuestions > 2>><<include Ch03_EndTalkCyril>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch03_Tour_Loop1")>><li>[[″What does the Peacekeeping Force do?″->Ch03_Tour_Loop1][$CyrilQuestions += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch03_Tour_Loop2")>><li>[[″Can you tell me more about the Noble Assembly?″->Ch03_Tour_Loop2][$CyrilQuestions += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if hasVisited ("Ch03_Tour_Loop2")>><li>[[″You preside over the Assembly? That sounds important.″->Ch03_Tour_Loop3][$CyrilQuestions += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″I would hate to have your job.″->Ch03_Tour_ExitLoop]]</li> </ul><</if>>

There is a lull in the conversation, as neither of you seem to find anything else to add. Cyril looks your way with an expectant smile, perhaps waiting for you to speak. <ul> <li>[["I give " + $c_him + " a friendly smile of my own."->Ch03_EndTalkCyril1]]</li> <li>[[I stare back, a playful grin on my lips.->Ch03_EndTalkCyril2]]</li> <li>[["I idly think of how pretty " + $c_his + " smile is."->Ch03_EndTalkCyril3]]</li> <li>[[″Let's go back,″ I say.->Ch03_EndTalkCyril4]]</li> <li>[[I look away, up at the bird chirping above our heads.->Ch03_EndTalkCyril5]]</li> </ul>

"What does the Peacekeeping Force do, exactly?" "Exactly what its name entails." As $c_he speaks, $c_his face seems to close off, assuming a slightly colder countenance. "As the Army fights off and subdues outside threats, the Peacekeeping Force keeps any inside disturbance under control. By any means necessary." <<include Ch03_Tour_Loop>>

"Can you tell me more about the Noble Assembly?" $c_His eyes flick to the side a moment, and $c_he acknowledges a passing soldier with a quick smile before shifting $c_his full attention to you again. "Members of Arcadie's noble houses can petition for a seat, if they feel their station warrants it. The Queen, or King, ultimately decides for or against it, based on intelligence and reports gathered by yours truly. "Families need to hold either a certain amount of power, wealth, or even knowledge, if they truly want to be on the Assembly. Once their petition for a seat has been accepted, they can then discuss and vote on the various internal and external affairs of the Kingdom. But the Queen's word remains law, of course." <<include Ch03_Tour_Loop>>

"You preside over the Assembly? That seems to be quite the important role." $c_He blinks at you, lips twitching into a small smile. "It being important is… debatable. It being headache inducing, most definitely isn't." <<include Ch03_EndTalkCyril>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"I would hate to have your job." $c_He huffs out a short laugh. "While it isn't easy, it has its fair share of entertaining moments." <<include Ch03_EndTalkCyril>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>You smile back. "We should be going back, Your Highness," $c_he suggests, then leads the way. <<include Ch03_EndFortTour>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5), $flirt_cyril += 1>>You lock eyes with $c_him, and there is soon a playful grin tugging at your lips. After a stretch of silence, $c_his smile grows, and $c_he asks, $c_his tone jovial, "Is something the matter, Your Highness?" <ul> <li>[[″No, everything's fine.″->Ch03_EndTalkCyril2a]]</li> <li>[[″I was just thinking, I quite like the color of your eyes.″->Ch03_EndTalkCyril2b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5), $flirt_cyril += 1>>When $c_he smiles, $c_his cheeks dimple charmingly, and it lights up $c_his honey-colored eyes, lending a certain candor to $c_his face. It is truly disarming, and you can perfectly imagine how that smile must help $c_him win others over to $c_his cause; to your Kingdom's cause. "Is something the matter, Your Highness?" $c_he suddenly asks, and you realize you have been staring. <ul> <li>[[″No, everything's fine.″->Ch03_EndTalkCyril2a]]</li> <li>[[″Not at all,″ I quickly say, a bit unnerved.->Ch03_EndTalkCyril2c]]</li> </ul>

"Let's go back," you say. Cyril nods, and starts walking once you do. <<include Ch03_EndFortTour>>

Looking up, you spot a bird's nest, its occupants chirping a melodious tone. "We should be going back, Your Highness," $c_he suggests, then leads the way. <<include Ch03_EndFortTour>>

"No, everything's fine." "That's good to know," $c_he replies. "We should be going back." As you start walking beside $c_him, $c_he adds, "You're welcome to join me later in my study, should you want to talk more." <<include Ch03_EndFortTour>>

<<set $flirt_cyril += 1, $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-5)>>"I was just thinking, I quite like the color of your eyes." "My eyes?" $c_He chuckles. "Yes," you continue, "they remind me of honey: sweet, with a touch of bitterness." "I'm very far from being a bitter $c_man, Your Highness." "What kind of $c_man are you, then?" $c_His gaze, bright and steady, holds your own, and in it, you almost catch the flicker of an answer. "Perhaps you'll have the pleasure of finding out." $c_His voice is a drawl, and $c_his smile full of promise as $c_he tucks a strand of hair behind an ear. It slides out almost immediately. "In any case," $c_he adds, "we should be going back." As you start walking beside $c_him, $c_he says, "You're welcome to join me later in my study, should you want to talk more." <<include Ch03_EndFortTour>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+5), $flirt_cyril += 1>>"No—Not at all," you say quickly, a bit unnerved. "Alright," $c_he replies, and $c_he sounds a tad amused. "We should be going back." As you start walking beside $c_him, $c_he adds, "You're welcome to join me later in my study, should you want to talk more." <<include Ch03_EndFortTour>>

At nighttime, you have dinner in the mess hall in the unusually taciturn company of Ariana. Cyril and $wilfred have settled at another table with five officers, and as they dine, you hear them discuss replenishment, watch duties and other affairs revolving around the fort. $wilfred comes to find you as you exit the room. "$mcname." You notice that $w_he keeps addressing you by your first name only. <ul> <li>[["″" + $wilfred + ",″ I answer."->Ch03_Will_1_a]]</li> <li>[["″" + $w_sir + " " + $wilfred +",″ I say with emphasis."->Ch03_Will_1_b]]</li> <li>[[″I have a title, use it!″->Ch03_Will_1_c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5), $politics to $politics.fm(+5), $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>>You spend part of your afternoon in Cyril's study, discussing $c_his duties and other responsibilities.<<if $flirt_cyril > 1 && $shy_c < 50>> And while there are some lingering stares and knowing smiles exchanged during your discussion, they don't distract you from learning more about your Kingdom's inner workings.<<elseif $flirt_cyril > 1 && $shy_c > 50>> And while you sometimes find yourself distracted by the way $c_he brushes $c_his soft hair away from $c_his face, it doesn't stop you from learning more about your Kingdom's inner workings.<</if>> <<include Ch03_Night>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5), $involved to $involved.fm(+5), $army_support += 1>>You spend your afternoon in the company of Ariana and $w_sir $wilfred, getting more familiar with the fort's troops. <<include Ch03_Night>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>The fort is a rather imposing structure, and while it is smaller than the Royal castle, it has ample room for a leisurely stroll. <<include Ch03_Night>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>You spend most of your afternoon in your room, alone. <<include Ch03_Night>>

<<set $mcwill = $wilfred, $mcname_will = $mcname>>"$mcwill," you answer, voice neutral. $w_He doesn't react, which should mean that $w_he doesn't mind you forgoing $w_his title either. If nothing else, it should make for more efficient conversations. <<include Ch03_Will_2>>

<<if $will_gender == "male">><<set $mcwill = "Sir Wilfred">><<else>><<set $mcwill = "Lady Willeen">><</if>><<set $mcname_will = "Your Highness">>"<i>$w_sir</i> $wilfred," you say, and your emphasis doesn't fail to catch $wilfred's attention, even though $w_he doesn't acknowledge it. <<include Ch03_Will_2>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-10), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<if $will_gender == "male">><<set $mcwill = "Sir Wilfred">><<else>><<set $mcwill = "Lady Willeen">><</if>><<set $mcname_will = "Your Highness">>"I have a title, use it!" you demand. $w_He blinks quickly, thrown off by your outburst for a second, then levels a long stare at you. "Very well, <i>Your Highness</i>," $w_he says, not bothering to hide the distaste in $w_his voice. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

"I hope you've had a good day," $w_he says, mostly out of politeness, but still gives pause, waiting for an answer, should you wish to give one. <ul> <li>[[″I did, thank you. How about you?″ Politeness never killed anyone.->Ch03_Will_2_a]]</li> <li>[[″We're still alive. That's good enough in my book.″->Ch03_Will_2_b]]</li> <li>[[″Good enough. You?″->Ch03_Will_2_c]]</li> <li>[[″It's getting better by the minute.″->Ch03_Will_2_d]]</li> <li>[["″I did! Thank you!″ I'm happy to be talking to " + $w_him + "."->Ch03_Will_2_e]]</li> <li>[[″Uh… Yes. Thank you.″ I feel on edge for some reason.->Ch03_Will_2_f]]</li> <li>[[″I would be having a better day if you could all just leave me alone for one minute.″->Ch03_Will_2_g]]</li> <li>[[I simply nod.->Ch03_Will_3]]</li> </ul>

"I'll be taking up your sword training in the coming days," $w_he declares. "I know you've had tutors, but with the looming war, you should hone your skills to be ready for a real battlefield." <ul> <li>[["″Sounds good to me. Thank you, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch03_Will_3_a]]</li> <li>[[″I can handle myself.″->Ch03_Will_3_b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not planning on being on a battlefield.″->Ch03_Will_3_c]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not interested.″->Ch03_Will_3_d]]</li> <li>[["″Training with the mighty Commander " + $wilfred + "? I would be honored.″"->Ch03_Will_3_e]]</li> <<if $timid < 50>><li>[[″Training? Would it involve you being shirtless?″->Ch03_Will_3_f]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I shrug.->Ch03_Will_4][$friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"I did, thank you. How about you?" $w_He blinks away, seems to think about it for a moment. "It was… productive," $w_he replies. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"We're still alive. That's good enough in my book." The tiniest smile makes the corner of $w_his mouth twitch. "I suppose you're not wrong. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Good enough. You?" $w_He blinks away, seems to think about it for a moment. "It was… productive," $w_he replies. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>>"It's getting better by the minute," you reply with a smirk. A questioning brow arches up, but $w_he shakes it off quickly. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>>"I did, thank you!" you say a little too loudly, happy to be talking to $w_him. $w_He blinks at you, then nods. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>"Uh… Yes. I did have a good day. Thank you," you say quickly, your stomach tightening a fraction, and you feel nervous for no real reason. $wilfred nods. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"I would be having a better day if you could all just leave me alone for one minute." $w_He frowns, electing to change the subject. <<include Ch03_Will_3>>

$w_He closes a hand over the pommel of $w_his sword. "Your training won't be for a while, however. In the mean time, feel free to occupy your time in whichever way you see fit. Good night, $mcname_will." And with that, $w_he departs. <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch04_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $heard_about_cyril_trip = false, $agreetogocyril = false, $cyril_negative = false>>Morning comes, and as you emerge into the courtyard, you're welcomed by a blue sky dotted with small clouds. The weather is getting a little warmer, and you're reminded that your father used to particularly enjoy this time of the year, his love for flowers the reason you had such a luxurious garden back at the Castle. You draw a deep breath, surveying the courtyard. Soldiers are already busy with their daily routines. A shock of blond hair catches your attention, and you instantly recognize Cyril, even though $c_he's currently facing away from you. You also hear chatter and cheers echoing through the courtyard, coming from the other side of the fort. <<include Ch04_charachoice>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+2)>>"Sounds good to me. Thank you, $mcwill." <<include Ch03_Will_4>>

"I can handle myself." <<if $freeze_chp1 == true>>"No, you can't. Last time you were in a sword fight, you were paralyzed with fear. We can't afford to have that happen again."<<elseif $sword < 45>>"No, you can't. I saw you fighting, back in the castle. Had you been on your own, you would be dead."<<else>>"You can, indeed. Still, a refresher course can't do you harm."<</if>> <<include Ch03_Will_4>>

<<set $ch3_not_ok_training = true>>"I'm not planning on being on a battlefield." "You can plan all you want, but the battlefield will find you eventually." <<include Ch03_Will_4>>

<<set $ch3_not_ok_training = true>>"I'm not interested." "It's not a matter of being interested, it's a matter of your continued survival." <<include Ch03_Will_4>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"Training with the mighty Commander $wilfred? I would be honored." "You will be less so by the third time you'll have met the ground," $w_he says, deadpan, but a small smile creeps over $w_his lips. "I won't go easy on you." "Good," you say, smiling too. <<include Ch03_Will_4>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10), $timid to $timid.fm(-10), $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Training? Would it involve you being shirtless?" $w_He blinks repeatedly, tilting $w_his head as if that would allow $w_him a better grasp of whatever you're implying. "Why would it?" $w_he asks, sounding equal parts befuddled and annoyed. $w_He quickly adds, clearly not wanting you to elaborate, "No, it wouldn't." <<include Ch03_Will_4>>

<ul> <<if $heard_about_cyril_trip == false && not hasVisited ("Ch04_Cyril_01")>><li>[[I approach Cyril.->Ch04_Cyril_01][$aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I investigate the loud voices.->Ch04_LoudVoices]]</li> </ul>

You move in Cyril's direction, slowing down a little as you notice $c_him currently engaged in a conversation with a group of five soldiers. "Keep a lookout for reinforcements, any movement in or out of the castle. Thomas, you're in charge; you've done reconnaissance before with your unit. I expect to hear from you on a daily basis. Lay low and do not let yourself be spotted by the enemy. You'll be relieved by another team in one week's time." "Yes, Commander." Thomas nods decisively. "Good luck. The Kingdom of Arcadie is counting on you!" <<if $cyril_gender == "female">>"Yes, ma'am!"<<else>>"Yes, sir!"<</if>> The five soldiers salute, then file away after Thomas, their leader. Once they've left, Cyril starts leafing through the papers $c_he had been holding in $c_his left hand. $c_He doesn't seem to have noticed you. <ul> <li>[["I walk closer. ″Good morning, " + $c_sir + " Cyril.″"->Ch04_Cyril_01a]]</li> <li>[[″Good morning, Commander,″ I say soberly.->Ch04_Cyril_01b]]</li> <li>[["I sneak up on " + $c_him + " and tap " + $c_his + " shoulder."->Ch04_Cyril_01c]]</li> <li>[["I simply walk into " + $c_his + " field of vision."->Ch04_Cyril_01d]]</li> </ul>

You walk around in the sunny courtyard, eventually chancing upon the training grounds, drawn there by the hubbub of a crowd. There is a large circle of soldiers surrounding two opponents, one of them Ariana. Wooden sword in hand, she spars with a man a head taller than her, and from her pristine uniform and the dirtiness of his, you surmise that she's not the one on the losing end. You spot $mcwill a little to the side, in the shade of an elm tree, $w_his back pressed against its trunk, and $w_he's watching over the happenings with $w_his arms crossed and a focused expression on $w_his face. <ul> <li>[["I approach " + $mcwill + "."->Ch04_Will_01]]</li> <li>[["I don't want to talk to " + $mcwill + ". I just keep watching Ariana."->Ch04_Ariana]]</li> <<if $heard_about_cyril_trip == false && $cyril_negative == false>><li>[["I go back and look for " + $c_sir + " Cyril."->Ch04_Cyril_01]]</li><</if>> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Good morning, $c_sir Cyril," you say, walking closer. Cyril's head swivels towards you. "Good morning, Your Highness," $c_he greets you with a smile that lights up $c_his charming features. "Did you sleep well?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Good morning, Commander," you say, walking closer. Cyril's head swivels towards you. "Good morning, Your Highness," $c_he greets you with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>You slink closer, your steps as silent as possible, sliding quietly on the earth until you've almost reached Cyril. You tap $c_his shoulder with your index finger, <<if $aff_cyril < 60>>and $c_he looks back, more perplexed than surprised. "Your Highness." $c_He smoothly turns around, stepping back. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"<<else>>and $c_he looks back, $c_his momentary surprise turning into merriness when $c_he recognizes you. "Good morning, Your Highness." $c_He smoothly turns around, and $c_his smile lights up $c_his charming features. "Did you sleep well?"<</if>> <<include Ch04_Cyril_02>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>$c_His gaze snaps to you as $c_he catches a glimpse of you in $c_his peripheral vision. "Good morning, Your Highness", $c_he says. "Did you sleep well?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_02>>

<ul> <li>[[″I've barely been able to catch a wink of sleep since I've left the castle,″ I admit.->Ch04_Cyril_02a]]</li> <li>[[″I slept well enough, in between the nightmares.″->Ch04_Cyril_02b]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, thank you.″->Ch04_Cyril_02c]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″Yes, thank you.″"->Ch04_Cyril_02d]]</li> <li>[[″Not really.″->Ch04_Cyril_02e]]</li> <li>[[″Does it even matter?″->Ch04_Cyril_02f]]</li> <li>[[″What kind of vapid question is that?″ I ask in annoyance.->Ch04_Cyril_02g]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"I've barely been able to catch a wink of sleep since…" Your voice catches. "Since I've left the castle." Cyril's eyes soften. "I'm sorry to hear that." An idea then seems to cross $c_his mind. "Have you ever been to Barcot?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_03>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"I slept well enough, in between the nightmares." "I'm sorry to hear that." Cyril's eyes soften. An idea then seems to cross $c_his mind. "Have you ever been to Barcot?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_03>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"Yes, thank you." "That's good to hear." $c_He watches your expression closely. "I was just thinking about something. Have you ever been to Barcot?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"Yes, thank you." "That's good to hear." $c_He watches your expression closely. "I was just thinking about something. Have you ever been to Barcot?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_03>>

"Not really." "I'm sorry to hear that." Cyril's eyes soften. An idea then seems to cross $c_his mind. "Have you ever been to Barcot?" <<include Ch04_Cyril_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Does it even matter?" $c_His expression conveys $c_his bemusement. "Of course it does," comes $c_his reply, and it sounds certain, as if it were a fact that couldn't be disputed. "Have you ever been to Barcot?" $c_he asks with no transition. <<include Ch04_Cyril_03>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-20), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10), $timid to $timid.fm(-10), $cyril_negative = true>>"Did I sleep well?" You wrinkle your nose at $c_him. "What kind of vapid question is that?" $c_He blinks, $c_his expression bemused for an instant. It quickly shifts back into an easy smile. "I apologize, Your Highness. You, of course, lack the time to partake in idle chatter." Striding past you, $c_he says, still smiling, "I wish you a pleasant morning." Then $c_he heads back inside the fort, stepping through the crunchy grass. <<include Ch04_charachoice>>

<<set $heard_about_cyril_trip = true>>You shake your head. "It's a small village nearby," Cyril explains. "I will be heading out there this afternoon. Would you like to come along?" Before you can answer, $c_he adds, "I believe getting out of the fort, if only for a few hours, would do you good." "What would we do there?" you ask. "Check their grain stock, mostly. It's a village of farmers; the fort's food supply mainly comes from there. I need to ascertain whether they can feed the reinforcements we'll be getting. Otherwise, we'd have to secure a different avenue for procuring supplies." <ul> <li>[[″Yes, I would like to go with you.″->Ch04_Cyril_03a]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather not.″->Ch04_Cyril_03b]]</li> <li>[[″I'll think about it.″->Ch04_Cyril_03c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $agreetogocyril = true, $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Yes, I would like to go with you." "Good." $c_His face brightens. "I will be leaving after lunch. Come find me in my study by then." <<include Ch04_Cyril_04>>

"I'd rather not, to be honest." "That's perfectly alright." $c_His lips upturn into an amiable smile. "If you ever change your mind, come find me in my study after lunch." <<include Ch04_Cyril_04>>

"I'll think about it." "Of course." $c_His lips upturn into an amiable smile. "I will be leaving after lunch. Come find me in my study, if you ever decide to accompany me." <<include Ch04_Cyril_04>>

$c_He gives you a polite nod. "I apologize, but I have to go attend to my duties now. I wish you a good day, Your Highness." $c_He walks away, heading back inside the fort, stepping through the crunchy grass. <<include Ch04_charachoice>>

Ariana deflects an incoming blow and throws her opponent to the floor. "What kind of stance was that, soldier?" she chides loudly, as men and women cheer and jeer excitedly at the scene. "On your feet!" The soldier in question obeys, jumping back up and grabbing his discarded wooden weapon. He strikes at her again, or at least tries to, but she parries and kicks his feet out from under him, her long leg drawing a circle behind his shins. "You've had enough for today," Ariana declares, helping him up. "What's your name, soldier?" His answer is lost to your ears, but Ariana says loudly, "You've fought well, Gavin!" The man nods, probably thanking his Queen, before joining the circle of elated onlookers. "Who's next?" Ariana asks loudly. <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

$w_He acknowledges you with a faint nod when you approach, $w_his attention on the sparring match. "Ariana's technique is almost impeccable," $w_he comments, unprompted. "Her footwork might need a little work…" <<if $will_gender == "male">>His thumb rubs at the stubble on his chin in a small back-and-forth motion.<<else>>Her index finger slowly rubs against her chin, left to right then back again.<</if>> "But with Aether at her fingertips, she cannot lose a duel. She is a formidable fighter." <ul> <li>[[″Ariana is indeed impressive.″->Ch04_Will_01a]]</li> <li>[[″You're full of praise, today.″->Ch04_Will_01b]]</li> <<if $sword > 45 || $aether > 19>><li>[[″Doesn't that make her overly reliant on Aether?″->Ch04_Will_01c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch04_Will_01d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $second_best = false>>Ariana is requesting a volunteer, apparently still eager to show off her fighting skills to the troops. It crosses your mind that <i>you</i> could be the one to step forward. <ul> <li>[[I would rather not. I don't want to risk being seen as trying to overshadow her.->Ch04_fightwill]]</li> <li>[[A friendly spar can't hurt. It could even be fun.->Ch04_fightmc-friendly]]</li> <li>[[I'm tired of being seen as second best. This is my opportunity to show our troops that I am just as strong as she is.->Ch04_fightmc]]</li> <li>[[I push the idea out of my mind almost as soon as it enters it. I would rather stay out of this.->Ch04_fightwill]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>"Ariana is indeed impressive." $wilfred nods in acquiescence, $w_his thumb's nail ghosting over $w_his pale pink lips. "The one bright spot in this whole mess is that Ariana will make for an outstanding queen. We're lucky to have her." <<include Ch04_Will_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"You're full of praise, today," you remark with a grin. $wilfred casts a side glance at you. "This is not praise. These are facts." $w_He looks back ahead, $w_his thumb's nail ghosting over $w_his pale pink lips. "The one bright spot in this whole mess is that Ariana will make for an outstanding queen. We're lucky to have her." <<include Ch04_Will_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Doesn't that make her overly reliant on Aether?" you remark astutely. $wilfred's lips thin a fraction. "I suppose it does. But there's no real reason why she shouldn't rely on it." $w_His thumb's nail ghosts over $w_his pale pink lips. "The one bright spot in this whole mess is that Ariana will make for an outstanding queen. We're lucky to have her." <<include Ch04_Will_02>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>$w_His thumb's nail ghosts over $w_his pale pink lips. "The one bright spot in this whole mess is that Ariana will make for an outstanding queen. We're lucky to have her." <<include Ch04_Will_02>>

Something in $w_his voice—palpable devotion, boundless admiration—catches your attention, and you find yourself searching $w_his rapt facial expression while $w_he watches your sister's sparring match. <ul> <li>[[″You seem to hold Ariana in very high regards.″->Ch04_Will_02a]]</li> <li>[["″You sound quite… enamored, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch04_Will_02b]]</li> <li>[["″Are you in love, " + $mcwill + "?″"->Ch04_Will_02c]]</li> <li>[["I stare at " + $w_him + " in silence, pushing down a pang of jealousy."->Ch04_Will_02d]]</li> <li>[["″Aren't you going a little overboard there, " + $mcwill + "?″"->Ch04_Will_02e]]</li> <li>[[″Yes... We're SO lucky to have her.″ I barely manage to stop myself from rolling my eyes.->Ch04_Will_02f]]</li> <li>[[I don't comment.->Ch04_ShortConvo]]</li> </ul>

"You seem to hold Ariana in very high regards," you remark. $w_He gives a nod. "I have the highest esteem for your sister. I am sure she will lead Arcadie to victory." Meeting your eye, $w_he adds, "As I said, we're lucky to have her." <ul> <li>[[″That, we are.″->Ch04_Will_02a_1]]</li> <li>[[″If you say so.″->Ch04_Will_02a_2]]</li> <li>[[I wish someone thought they were lucky to have me, for a change...->Ch04_Will_02a_3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $ch4_will_asked_love = true>>"You sound quite… enamored, $mcwill." A muscle twitches in $w_his cheek, and $w_his eyes narrow in your direction. $w_He stares a moment, silently annoyed at your choice of words. "I do have the highest esteem for your sister," $w_he says eventually. <ul> <li>[[″I was only teasing you.″->Ch04_Will_02b_1]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch04_Will_02b_2]]</li> <li>[[″Good to know your heart isn't taken… yet.″->Ch04_Will_02b_3]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″ I nod, feeling tense despite myself.->Ch04_Will_02b_4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10), $ch4_will_asked_love = true>>"Are you in love, $mcwill?" $w_He whips $w_his head around, $w_his eyebrows tangling in a quizzical frown. "You misunderstand." $w_His thumb keeps hovering over where $w_his mouth had been a second ago. "My affection for Ariana is entirely platonic. I have nothing but the highest esteem for your sister." <ul> <li>[[″I was only teasing you.″->Ch04_Will_02b_1]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch04_Will_02b_2]]</li> <li>[[″Good to know your heart isn't taken… yet.″->Ch04_Will_02b_3]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″ I nod, feeling tense despite myself at the unexpected wave of relief.->Ch04_Will_02b_4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10), $flirt_will += 1>>You stare at $w_his profile, sharp nose and thin lips, observing $w_him in silence as $w_his focus remains trained on Ariana. Your stomach tightens, and an insidious whirl of something unpleasant, the ache of wanting something you can't have, twists your insides. Perhaps sensing your gaze, $wilfred turns to face you. $w_He holds your stare, a silent question in $w_his blue eyes, doesn't break eye contact even as the crowd cheers loudly a few feet away from you. Suddenly, $w_he leans closer, close enough that you can hear $w_him clearly despite the ruckus, as $w_he asks in a level voice, actually sounding concerned, "Is something troubling you?" <<include Ch04_Will_ShyFlirt>>

"Aren't you going a little overboard there, $mcwill?" $w_He seems a tad perplexed by your remark. "Am I?" $w_he questions. "Do you disagree with what I'm saying?" <<include Ch04_Will_Disagree>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"Yes…" You find yourself pressing your lips together, fighting hard to not roll your eyes skyward. "We're <i>so</i> lucky to have her." $wilfred doesn't miss your sarcastic tone, however, and gives you a quizzical look. "You disagree?" <<include Ch04_Will_Disagree>>

"Who's next?" a familiar voice calls, and you both twist in its direction. <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>"That, we are." <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-2)>>"If you say so." $w_He seems a tad perplexed by your remark. "You disagree?" <<include Ch04_Will_Disagree>>

It makes you feel unpleasantly small, all the praise constantly lavished on Ariana; people around you more often than not seem to be blind to your talents. Something in your expression must give your dark mood away, as $wilfred seems to frown, watching you intently even as the crowd cheers loudly a few feet away. $w_He leans in, close enough that you can hear $w_him clearly despite the ruckus as $w_he asks in a level voice, actually sounding concerned, "What is troubling you?" <ul> <li>[[″You are,″ I say, a half-truth.->Ch04_Will_02a_3a]]</li> <li>[[So many things are troubling me... ″How long do you have?″->Ch04_Will_02a_3b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm tired of listening to people singing Ariana's praises.″->Ch04_Will_02a_3c]]</li> </ul>

<ul> <li>[[″I only disagree with your... effusiveness.″->Ch04_Will_Disagree_1]]</li> <li>[[″Sure, we're lucky to have Ariana. But whether or not she'll be an 'outstanding queen' remains to be seen.″->Ch04_Will_Disagree_2]]</li> <li>[[″Not at all. Ariana is oh so amazing. I never tire of hearing people singing her praises. Please, do continue.″->Ch04_Will_Disagree_3]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, I disagree.″->Ch04_Will_Disagree_4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $$flirt_will += 1, $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"You are." $w_He frowns deeper, but before $w_he can ask you to clarify, a familiar voice booms nearby. "Who's next?" <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"How long do you have?" you ask, a little flippant. $w_His eyebrow lifts, but as $w_he goes to answer, a familiar voice booms nearby. "Who's next?" <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"I'm tired of listening to people singing Ariana's praises," you answer truthfully. <<if $aff_will >= 50>>Somehow, that admission seems to surprise $w_him. "Ariana being who she is does not diminish your own merits." You look back at $w_him, a little surprised yourself. $w_He parts with a nod, perhaps meant as encouragement, just as a familiar voice booms nearby. "Who's next?"<<else>>$w_He lifts a brow, and $w_his lips press together, as though $w_he was holding $w_himself from spewing what you imagine would be a disparaging comment. "Who's next?" a familiar voice calls loudly, and you both twist in its direction.<</if>> <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"I was only teasing you," you say, grinning. A dispassionate glare is the only response you get. <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Alright." You nod, ready to change the subject. <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10), $flirt_will += 1>>"Good to know your heart isn't taken… yet." You smirk knowingly. A skeptical frown is the only response you get. <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10), $flirt_will += 1>>"Alright." You nod, a wave of relief sweeping over you. It catches you off guard, and you find yourself tensing despite yourself. Something must give away your unease; $wilfred continues staring at you, a silent question in $w_his blue eyes. $w_He doesn't look away even as the crowd cheers loudly a few feet away. Suddenly, $w_he leans closer, close enough that you can hear $w_him clearly despite the ruckus, as $w_he asks in a level voice, actually sounding concerned, "Is something troubling you?" <<include Ch04_Will_ShyFlirt>>

<ul> <li>[["I don't move nor say a word, stunned by " + $w_his + " closeness."->Ch04_Will_ShyFlirt1]]</li> <li>[[″No, it's nothing.″ I step back.->Ch04_Will_ShyFlirt2]]</li> <li>[[″You are troubling me.″->Ch04_Will_ShyFlirt3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>"I only disagree with your... effusiveness." $w_He scoffs lightly. "That's about the only thing I'll ever be '<i>effusive</i>' about. <<include jump->>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>"Sure, we're lucky to have Ariana," you say. "But whether or not she'll be an 'outstanding queen' remains to be seen." $w_He doesn't immediately reply, perhaps mulling over your words. <<include jump->>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $timid to $timid.fm(-5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"Not at all. Ariana is <i>oh</i> so amazing. I never tire of hearing people singing her praises. Please, do continue." $w_He doesn't immediately reply, but $w_his cold eyes on you are answer enough. <<include jump->>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10)>>"Yes," you say, facing $w_him squarely. "I do, in fact, disagree." $w_He considers you carefully. <<include jump->>

"Perhaps you do not realize it, since you've never seen her on an actual battlefield," $w_he says, looking back towards Ariana, "but your sister is the strongest fighter in the whole known world. No one can hope to best her; not you, not me, and certainly not Stanislas." $w_He casts a glance back at you. "But I'm sure you have your own strengths." <ul> <li>[[″Why yes I do.″->jump-1]]</li> <li>[[″Being the strongest fighter doesn't necessarily make her a good queen.″->jump-2]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you for the vote of confidence,″ I say sarcastically.->jump-3]]</li> <li>[[″You have no idea,″ I say in a suggestive tone.->jump-4]]</li> <li>[["″Um... Thank you.″ Somehow, " + $w_his + " words sting more than they should."->jump-5]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch04_ShortConvo]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Why yes I do." "Perhaps you'll show me, sometime," $w_he says noncommittally. <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Being the strongest doesn't necessarily make her a good queen." Your eyes meet again. "She's a born leader," $w_he says. "You'll have plenty of time to see proof of that." <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

"Thank you for the vote of confidence, $mcwill," you say. "You're welcome," $w_he replies, purposely ignoring the clear derision in your voice. <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10), $flirt_will += 1>>"You have <i>no</i> idea, $mcwill." Something in your voice, or perhaps in your long smile, makes $w_him give you a questioning and somewhat cautious look. Undeterred, you continue, "Let me tell you about some of my <i>talents</i>. Or perhaps I could just show you? I'm quite good with my hands, you see…" <<if $aff_will < 40>>"Too bad they don't help you keep quiet," $w_he mutters.<<elseif $aff_will < 60>>"Being vulgar is not a talent, $mcname_will," $w_he says with a disapproving frown.<<else>>$w_He stares at you, blinking only once, $w_his attention sustained long enough that unease begins crawling down your spine. Eventually, $w_he simply clicks $w_his tongue, returning to an impassive air with a slow shake of $w_his head, perhaps to clear it from your innuendos.<</if>> <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10), $flirt_will += 1>>"Um… Thank you." $w_He turns back towards you, letting out a short breath. "I apologize if I sounded dismissive. <<if $sword > 45>>You are an impressive fighter yourself.<<else>>I know you have quite the political knowledge.<</if>> I'm certain you'll be an asset to the Kingdom, as well." Your eyes meet, <<if $aff_will < 60>>and $w_he nods, as if to emphasize $w_his point.<<else>>and $w_he gives you a small smile, a rare sight from the Commander.<</if>> <<include Ch04_ShortConvo>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>Your stomach tightens further, and a flush creeps up your neck, threatening to rise in your cheeks. $wilfred doesn't speak, $w_his steel-blue eyes searching yours. "Who's next?" a familiar voice calls loudly, and you both twist in its direction. <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5)>>"No," you say, stepping back. "It's nothing." "Who's next?" a familiar voice calls loudly, and you both twist in its direction. <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10), $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>> "<i>You</i> are troubling me." The words escape your lips in a warm breath, and $wilfred's steel-blue eyes somehow linger on them, before sliding up your face to meet your gaze. "Who's next?" a familiar voice calls loudly, and you both twist in its direction. <<include Ch04_longconvo>>

"$w_sir $wilfred!" The crowd parts as Ariana points her training weapon in the direction of the aforementioned Commander. "Let's show the troops what a real sword fight looks like." $wilfred huffs out a quick breath, exits the shade, and steps into the bright sunlight. Soldiers stand aside as $w_he strides through their ranks, and as $w_he closes in on your sister, Ariana discards her wooden sword, and unsheathes her real, lutecium one. It glimmers in the sun, cuts through the air as she raises it high above her head then brings it back down to her side with a <i>whoosh</i>. $wilfred stands still in front of her, $w_his own steel weapon at the ready. A sparrow sings a sweet melody somewhere nearby. The crowd watches in silence. Ariana lunges forward. Her sword draws an upward circle aimed at $wilfred's throat. $w_He sidesteps smoothly, parries her next strike with the flat of $w_his blade, counterattacks with a swift cut. Metallic clangs fill the air, reverberating through the rapt onlookers. They both seem to slide into well-rehearsed motions, whirling, striking, parrying each other's moves, neither gaining the upper hand for a while. Soon, however, Ariana's dodges seem to come a little later than they should, and she's rattled as she takes a hasty step back, $wilfred's blade missing her by a hair. <center><<button [[Next|Ch04_fightwill2]]>><</button>></center>

Your mind made up, you step forward. The crowd parts and lets you through, soldiers stepping aside, casting curious glances at you while you walk in their midst until you've reached the center of the training grounds. You stand a few paces away from Ariana, and she looks at you, her clear green eyes sparkling in the sun. "$mcname, you want to spar with me?" she asks, sounding strangely hesitant. "Sure. It could be fun." "It could be, yes. But I was actually thinking about sparring with $w_sir $wilfred, to show the troops what a <i>real</i> sword fight looks like," she replies, eyes flicking through the crowd in search of the Commander. <<if $aff_ariana > 40>>She draws a long breath and adds, "I wouldn't want to hurt you."<<else>>"$w_He can actually stand up to me in a fight." Looking back at you, she slyly adds, "Unlike <i>you</i>," clearly trying to rile you up. "You'd only end up getting hurt."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″I was only looking for a friendly spar, actually.″->Ch04_fightmc-friendly1]]</li> <li>[[″Well, in that case...″ I step away.->Ch04_leave1]]</li> <li>[[″What makes you think you'd be able to hurt me?″ I say defiantly.->Ch04_fightmc-friendly2]]</li> <li>[[If she wants a real fight, I will give her one.->Ch04_fightmc-friendly3]]</li> <li>[[I throw my hands up and leave.->Ch04_leave1]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $timid to $timid.fm(-10), $playful to $playful.fm(-5),$involved to $involved.fm(+5), $second_best = true>>Your mind made up, you step forward. The crowd parts and lets you through, soldiers stepping aside, casting curious glances at you as you walk in their midst, until you've reached the center of the training grounds. You stand a few paces away from Ariana, and she casts a curious look at you. "$mcname! So, you want to spar with your big sister?" comes her teasing question. You stare at her, unflinching. Something in your eyes, your determination perhaps, causes her expression to shift and close off, her mirth disappearing. The green of her gaze turns ice cold, and she tosses her wooden weapon aside. It lands near the onlookers, making a swirl of ivory dust rise in a small cloud. With a slow motion, she unsheathes her real, lutecium sword, and there is a sudden low metallic hum in the air, resonating in your teeth. Its gold intricate pommel glimmers in the sun, and as she twirls it one-handedly, its long silver blade reflects flashes of light that make you squint. It cuts through the air when she raises it high above her head then brings it back down at eye-level, pointing it straight at you. "Let's show them what a real sword fight looks like, little $brother," she says, and there is no hint of sisterly love in her tone, only a barely veiled threat. <<if $sword >= 50>>Your skill with a sword should allow you to stand your ground against Ariana, but a small part of you, fueled by reason or anxiety, whispers that this could be a very bad idea in the making.<<else>>Your skill with a sword won't allow you to be a match for Ariana, and a small part of you, fueled by reason or your survival instinct, whispers that this is, perhaps, a very bad idea in the making.<</if>> <ul> <li>[[This is a bad idea. I step away.->Ch04_giveup1]]</li> <li>[[It might be a bad idea, but I will not back down.->Ch04_fight1]]</li> </ul>

The Commander does not let her catch her breath, following up with a powerful downward strike. Ariana parries, barely, her sword held horizontally, and the force of the blow pushes her down, one knee to the ground. $wilfred side steps quickly around her, and brings down $w_his sword on her unprotected back. The crowd gasps. There is a sudden burst of light, momentarily blinding you, and when your sight returns, $wilfred is on the ground, the tip of Ariana's sword an inch away from $w_his throat. "And this," Ariana says, standing tall with a smug smile, "is what a <i>real</i> sword fight looks like." Real fight or not, if her goal was to show that she was no regular sword fighter, you can tell, judging by the awe in the soldiers' eyes, that it was successfully achieved. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $refuse_help = false, $will_leaves = false>><<if $mcgender == "male">><<set $frederic = "Frederic">><<else>><<set $frederic = "Frederique">><</if>><<if $aff_will >= 60 && $ch4_injureariana == true>>You've retreated to the quiet and respite of your room, taking solace in the silence and solitude. You're sat at the edge of your bed, and when a decisive knock sounds against your door, you reflexively raise your head towards it. The door opens a fraction, and it is $wilfred behind it. Once $w_he spots you, $w_he pushes it open completely and stands aside, inviting a $man in with a wave of $w_his arm. The new arrival is clad in white, $his short black hair swept back, away from $his big brown eyes. $He takes a swift, deep bow in your direction, and introduces $himself. "My name is $frederic, Your Highness. I am a nurse, and I am here to tend to your wounds." <ul> <li>[[″Alright.″ My hands do hurt, actually.->Ch04_Healing1]]</li> <li>[[″That's rich. Did Ariana send you?″ I ask angrily.->Ch04_rich]]</li> <li>[["[Send them away] ″Leave me alone.″"->Ch04_RefuseHealing]]</li> </ul><<else>><<include Ch04_cyril_visit>><</if>>

"On second thought…" You throw your hands up. "You should probably look for another volunteer." Ariana shoots you a pointed smile, and a short laugh erupts somewhere in the crowd, quickly quieting down. <<include Ch04_leave1>>

<<set $ch4_fightariana = true>>You unsheathe your own steel sword, hold it firmly in both hands and take position opposite Ariana. She brings her sword back to her side with a sweeping <i>whoosh</i>. The crowd around you holds its breath. <<if $aff_ariana < 60>>Ariana's glare is sharp, with a singular focus: you. Not you, the $brother, but you, the newfound enemy, the hurdle to be toppled over without hesitation. <</if>>Ariana paces to the side, slowly, watching you without a blink. The soil crunches under her black boots while she repositions herself to your left. A breeze rises. Leaves rustle. Ariana lunges at you. <<if $sword < 50>><<set $army_support -= 1>>Your blades connect, and you struggle to stand your ground as she presses forward, forcing you to hold steady while her sword scrapes against yours with an agonizingly high pitched noise. "What's wrong, little $brother? Spent so much time pouring over your books that you forgot how to handle a sword?" Her right boot lodges itself into your stomach, painlessly at first, but then it's pushing you back, hard, and you barely manage to recover your footing. "Or perhaps you never even learned!" Her sword whizzes an inch away from your face, its hum piercing through your skull, and you flinch, stepping back, and straighten yourself as Ariana swings at you again. You hold your weapon up, ready yourself for a parry, and when your swords clash, hers doesn't stop moving, continues sliding against yours until your blades' guards meet. She's right in your face now, and suddenly her right hand grabs yours, and as she steps quickly to the side, she forcefully brings your arm down, out of the way, while leveling her blade at your throat. "You've lost," she declares, her tone quite sardonic, "to the surprise of no one." She lets go of you, and walks away while twirling her sword, her eyes on the crowd. <<include Ch04_leave1>><<else>>Your blades connect, and you push hers aside, strike back and miss as she moves swiftly out of the way. You counterattack, and when she parries, your swords clashing together, you use the momentum to drive both your blades upward, and quickly grab a hold of her right arm under yours. If you manage to disarm her, it would mean the end of the duel. Before you can try, you're violently pushed back, and you crash painfully to the ground, sword flying out of your grasp. Ariana must have used Aether to throw you back. You roll to the side, and your fingers close around your weapon's handle. You're back up on your feet, and Ariana watches you with unconcealed glee. "You should have stayed down," she declares and moves, fast. Your hand is still full of the dirt you inadvertently gathered when you retrieved your sword off the ground. <ul> <li>[[She won't forgive me if I use lowly tricks against her. My relationship with Ariana is more important than winning a sparring match.->Ch04_fightnodirt]]</li> <li>[[I throw it in her face; I can't hope to win in a straight fight, and I will do anything to win this.->Ch04_fightdirt]]</li> <li>[["I give up!"->Ch04_giveup5]]</li> </ul><</if>>

You retreat from the middle of the training grounds as Ariana calls loudly, "$w_sir $wilfred!" <ul> <li>[[I stay and watch their sparring match.->Ch04_leave1_stay]]</li> <li>[[I leave.->Ch04_leave1_leave]]</li> </ul>

$wilfred comes to stand before Ariana, $w_his steel weapon at the ready. The crowd watches in silence. Ariana lunges forward. Her sword draws an upward circle aimed at $wilfred's throat. $w_He sidesteps smoothly, parries her next strike with the flat of $w_his blade, counterattacks with a swift cut. Metallic clangs fill the air, reverberate through the rapt onlookers. They both seem to slide into well-rehearsed motions, whirling, striking, parrying each other's moves, neither gaining the upper hand for a while. Soon, however, Ariana's parries seem to come a tad later than they should, and she's rattled as she takes a hasty step back, $wilfred's blade missing her by a hair. <center><<button [[Next|Ch04_leave1_stay2]]>><</button>></center>

You depart from the training grounds. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

The Commander does not let her catch her breath, following up with a powerful downward strike. Ariana parries, barely, her sword held horizontally, and the force of the blow pushes her down, one knee to the ground. $wilfred side steps quickly around her, and brings down $w_his sword on her unprotected back. The crowd gasps. There is a sudden burst of light, momentarily blinding you, and when your sight returns, $wilfred is on the ground, the tip of Ariana's sword an inch away from $w_his throat. "And this," Ariana says, standing tall with a smug smile on her lips, "is what a <i>real</i> sword fight looks like." <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5), $sword to $sword.fm(+5)>>he is on you in the fraction of a second. You parry, counter, once, twice, thrice, sweat breaking on your forehead and over your back. She aims for your neck, sword buzzing in front of you as you hurriedly take a step back. You evade her sword but can't dodge her swift kick to your stomach, and you fall to the ground, unable to breathe. "Well fought!" Ariana declares loudly. "And this, is what a real sword fight looks like." You've lost, but at least, she refrains from verbally rubbing it in your face, preferring to let you wallow in the dirt. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-30), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $sword to $sword.fm(+5)>>She's within striking distance when you send the contents of your hand flying, aiming for her eyes. She yelps, stepping back as she reflexively attempts to rub the dirt out. You move to attack, realizing as you do that unless she makes use of Aether to counter you, she is at present effectively defenseless against you. You run the risk of actually injuring her, or worse. <ul> <li>[[I wait for her to recover.->Ch04_giveup3]]</li> <li>[[I send my foot into her unprotected side.->Ch04_lose_kick]]</li> <li>[[I strike her anyway, damned be the consequences.->Ch04_fight3]]</li> <li>[[Perhaps I do want to injure her... or worse.->Ch04_fight3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5), $army_support -= 1, $timid to $timid.fm(+10)>>"I give up!" you shout, throwing your free hand up. Ariana comes to an abrupt stop two feet away from you, and scrunches up her face in frustration. "Are you serious?" She scoffs. "Step away, then!" <<include Ch04_leave1>>

<<set $army_support += 1>>She rubs at her eyes so hard that when she finally looks at you, they are bloodshot red and clearly full of the ire she is about to unleash on you. Her forward dash is too quick for it to be entirely natural, and had you blinked, you would have missed her following strike. You parry, barely, counter, once, twice, thrice. Sweat breaks on your forehead and over your back, and your arms hurt from the strength of her blows, heightened by the mystical energy pumping through her, making her glow like embers. Ariana aims for your neck, sword buzzing in front of you as you hurriedly take a step back. She doesn't give you a chance to recover. A swift kick connects with your stomach, and you fall to the ground, unable to breathe. Stepping away from you, Ariana declares loudly, "And <i>this</i> is what a real sword fight looks like." You've lost, but at least she refrains from verbally rubbing it in your face, preferring to let you wallow in the dirt. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-20), $army_support += 1>>You aim at her side and send a swift kick there, right below her ribs. It connects, but not with your intended target. Ariana's left hand has grabbed a solid hold of your foot, and you find yourself fighting to keep your balance. Her eyes are bloodshot red when she trains them on you, and she stares you down with unveiled ire. "Not above dirty tricks, are you?" she snaps, and immediately pulls you forward, throwing you off balance and sending you flying to the side. You barely have time to get back on your feet before she brings her sword down on you. You parry, barely, manage to counter, once, twice, thrice. Sweat breaks on your forehead and over your back, and your arms sting from the strength of her blows, heightened by the mystical energy pumping through her, making her glow like embers. Ariana aims for your neck, sword buzzing in front of you as you hurriedly take a step back. She doesn't give you a chance to recover. A swift kick connects with your stomach, and you fall to the ground, unable to breathe. Stepping away from you, Ariana declares loudly, "And <i>this</i> is what a real sword fight looks like." You've lost, but at least she refrains from verbally rubbing it in your face, preferring to let you wallow in the dirt. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch4_injureariana = true>><<if $aff_ariana > 39>><<set $aff_ariana = 39>><<else>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-30)>><</if>>You bring your sword down on your sister, your strike swift and true, aiming for her shoulder. Your muscles tense and spring, your whole strength behind your blow. Your blade connects. But not with your intended target. Ariana's hand has shot up, catching your blade in mid-air, holding it in place in a vice-like grip. Her green eyes fly open, and you see in her bloodshot gaze her rising anger, as seething as the pain that abruptly erupts in your palms. Your sword turns red with heat and you release it on instinct. You step away, look down at your scorched fingers, jump back as your sword suddenly lands in front of you, stabbing the ground mere inches away from your feet, blood droplets flying off the blade. You fail to see Ariana's fist before it violently crashes into the side of your jaw. You tumble to the ground. "Stay down!" Ariana loudly orders. "Or I swear, I will put you down!" <ul> <li>[[She actually sounds serious; I stay down.->Ch04_giveup4]]</li> <li>[[I don't think she would actually go through with her threat, but I'd better stay down.->Ch04_giveup4]]</li> <li>[[She's bluffing. I get back up.->Ch04_fight4]]</li> <li>[[I'd like to see her try. I get back up.->Ch04_fight4][$diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5), $army_support += 1>>"And this," you hear her declare loudly a few feet away, "is what a real sword fight looks like." You've lost, but at least she refrains from verbally rubbing it in your face, preferring to let you wallow in the dirt. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $timid to $timid.fm(-10), $army_support += 2>>You stand up, and her gaze darkens; gritting her teeth, she raises her sword again. "Ariana!" $wilfred calls. $w_His strides are wide and quick, and $w_he comes to a hurried stop next to your sister. "Don't," $w_he says, but $w_he makes no move to actually prevent her from resuming your fight, should she want to. She lowers her weapon anyway, standing very straight and staring you down with vitriol in her gaze. Turning around, she addresses the troops, still transfixed by your confrontation. "And this," she declares, "is what a real sword fight looks like." <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch04_Afternoon]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"I was only looking for a friendly spar, actually." <<if $aff_ariana > 40>>She smiles. "Sure. We could have one another time." "Alright."<<else>>She snorts. "'Friendly', huh? Some other time, maybe." "Alright."<</if>> <<include Ch04_leave1>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-20), $second_best = true>>"What makes you think you'd be able to hurt me?" you say, defiance in your every word. Her eyebrows rise, and she gives you a toothy grin. "Getting a bit overconfident there, little $brother." <<include Ch04_friendlyfight>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5), $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-20), $second_best = true>>"You want a real fight?" you ask. "I'll give you one." She just chuckles. "Oh, really now?" <<include Ch04_friendlyfight>>

<<if $aff_ariana >= 60 && $second_best == false>>Ariana tosses her wooden weapon aside. It lands in the dirt, near the onlookers, making ivory dust rise in a small airy cloud.<<else>>You stare at her, unflinching. Something in your eyes, your determination perhaps, causes her expression to shift and close off, her mirth disappearing. The green of her gaze turns ice cold, and she tosses her wooden weapon aside. It lands near the onlookers, making a swirl of ivory dust rise in a small cloud.<</if>> With a slow motion, she unsheathes her real, lutecium sword, and there is a sudden low metallic hum in the air, resonating in your teeth. Its gold intricate pommel glimmers in the sun, and as she twirls it one-handedly, its long silver blade reflects flashes of light that make you squint. It cuts through the air when she raises it high above her head then brings it back down at eye-level, pointing it straight at you. "Let's show them what a real sword fight looks like, little $brother," <<if $aff_ariana < 60 || $second_best == true>>she says, and there is no hint of sisterly love in her tone, only a barely veiled threat.<<else>>she says.<</if>> <<if $sword >= 50>>Your skill with a sword should allow you to stand your ground against Ariana, but a small part of you, fueled by reason or anxiety, whispers that this could be a very bad idea in the making.<<else>>Your skill with a sword won't allow you to be a match for Ariana, and a small part of you, fueled by reason or your survival instinct, whispers that this is, perhaps, a very bad idea in the making.<</if>><<if $aff_ariana >= 60 && $second_best == false>> "Last warning," she declares, as if reading your mind. "You <i>cannot</i> win this."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[This is a bad idea. I step away.->Ch04_giveup1]]</li> <li>[[It might be a bad idea, but I will not back down.->Ch04_fight1]]</li> </ul>

"Alright." You nod. $frederic produces a brown leather bag that $he must have been hiding behind $his back. $He approaches with careful steps while $wilfred closes the door and leans against the wall, crossing $w_his arms. The nurse kneels in front of you. "Give me your hands, please." You extend your arms, and $he carefully takes your hands in $his_p in order to examine them. As you lay them open, the redness of your fingers and part of your palms is quite stark, and you see that a small blister has sprouted between two of your right fingers. $frederic hums, opens $his bag, rummages through it, and fishes out a glass container full of a white ointment. "This won't hurt," $he promises with a reassuring smile while removing the lid. True to $his word, the balm does not cause any discomfort when $he spreads it over your scorched skin. On the contrary, it cools off the burning sensation while giving off a pleasant minty scent. $He then wraps a clean, light bandage around each of your hands, and secures it with small knots. "And we're done. I'll leave you a few fresh bandages, but I don't expect your injuries to take more than a few days to heal completely." $He stands up. "Next, we should make sure that you don't have any other injury. You have been in a sword fight, after all." $He looks down at you, still sitting at the edge of your bed, and seems to hesitate a moment. "Do you mind undressing, Your Highness?" <ul> <li>[["″Yes, I do mind.″ After all, " + $wilfred + " is right there."->Ch04_Healing1a]]</li> <li>[[″No, of course.″->Ch04_Healing1b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"That's rich," you say with a biting tone. "She can't even be bothered to come herself, just sends the help instead." $wilfred raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "Didn't Ariana send you?" "No," comes $w_his flat response. <ul> <li>[[″Alright.″ I accept the nurse's help.->Ch04_Healing1]]</li> <li>[["[Send them away] ″Leave me alone.″"->Ch04_RefuseHealing]]</li> </ul>

"Please," you say, not looking at them. "Leave me alone." A beat of silence, then your hear $wilfred utter a simple, "Alright." The door closes behind them, and you find yourself alone again. <center><<button [[Later...|Ch04_cyril_visit]]>><</button>></center>

As you emerge from your room, you stumble upon Cyril. <<set $q_and_a = false>><<if $cyril_negative == true>>"Your Highness," $c_he says, $c_his smile not quite reaching $c_his eyes. "I'm leaving for Barcot. Your sister, the Queen, suggested you come with me." "Barcot? What is that?" "It's a small village nearby," Cyril explains. "We'll be looking at their grain stock. It's a village of farmers; the fort's food supply mainly comes from there." <ul> <li>[[″I'll go with you.″->Ch04_NegCyril1]]</li> <li>[[″No thanks.″->Ch04_NegCyril2]]</li> <li>[[″I don't care what Ariana says. I'm not going anywhere.″->Ch04_NegCyril3]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not going anywhere with you.″->Ch04_NegCyril4]]</li> </ul><<elseif $ch4_fightariana == true>>"Hello, Your Highness," $c_he greets you with a small smile. "I heard that you and your sister had a… sparring match,<<if $ch4_injureariana == true>> earlier." $c_He looks down to your hands, and your fingers sting under the bandages. <<if $aff_cyril >= 60>>$c_His hazel eyes meet back with yours, and you can detect real concern in them as $c_he asks, "Are you alright?"<</if>><<else>> earlier. Are you alright?"<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″I'm fine,″ I say truthfully.->Ch04_FightQ1]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″I'm fine.″"->Ch04_FightQ1]]</li> <li>[[″Of course. Why wouldn't I be?″->Ch04_FightQ3]]</li> <<if $ch4_injureariana == true>><li>[[″It hurts a little, but I'll survive.″->Ch04_FightQ4]]</li><</if>> <<if $ch4_injureariana == true>><li>[[″My pride is far more bruised than my fingers are.″->Ch04_FightQ5]]</li><</if>> <<if $ch4_injureariana == false>><li>[[″The only thing that was bruised was my pride.″->Ch04_FightQ8]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″I will be when I have my revenge.″->Ch04_FightQ6]]</li> <li>[[″Why do you even ask?″->Ch04_FightQ7]]</li> </ul><<else>><<if $flirt_cyril > 1>>"Hello, Your Highness," $c_he greets you with a charming smile. "What a coincidence, running into you here." "We're outside my room," you point out. "Are we?" $c_His hazel eyes scan the wooden door behind you, slide back to your face and lock with your $eye_color gaze. "Would you fancy getting back inside?" Before you can even think of reacting, $c_he chuckles softly, switching topics with a hand-wave.<<else>>"Hello, Your Highness," $c_he greets you with a smile. "I was just looking for you." "Oh?"<</if>> <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>><</if>>

"Yes, I do mind, actually." "$He's a nurse. $He sees naked people all day long," $wilfred states. <ul> <li>[[″What about you? Are you a nurse, too?″->Ch04_Healing1a_1]]</li> <li>[["″Do you intend to just... stand there and watch, " + $mcwill + "?″"->Ch04_Healing1a_2]]</li> <li>[["″Um.″ I say nothing, hoping " + $w_he+ "'ll realize " + $w_he + " needs to leave."->Ch04_Healing1a_3]]</li> <li>[[″Fair enough.″ I start undressing.->Ch04_Healing1a_4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"No, of course." You undo the buttons on your jacket, and $frederic helps you slide it off. As you start removing your undershirt, $wilfred pushes $w_himself off of the wall and heads to the window, opening it wide to stare pointedly at anything else but you. <<include Ch04_skip>>

<<set $lecture = false>>$frederic gives you a pretty thorough medical examination, making sure you have no fever, listening to your heartbeats and to your lungs, checking you for injuries—you apparently have a large bruise over the left side of your back. $He also checks your reflexes, tapping under your knee and behind your elbow, and by the end of it, you're positive everything is working as intended. "All good," $he declares, unsurprisingly. "You're the very picture of health, Your Highness." While you put your clothes back on, $he quickly packs $his own things,<<if $ch4_injureariana == true>> leaving a few clean bandages on your side table,<</if>> then takes $his respectful leave. <<if $will_leaves == true>>$wilfred returns, and after the door clicks closed behind $w_him, $w_he takes a few measured steps towards you.<<else>>Once it's only the two of you in your room, $wilfred shuts the window, then takes a few measured steps towards you.<</if>> $w_He stands tall next to your bed, arms crossed, while you're still sat at its edge. "I'm glad you didn't sustain any serious injury." You look up, meeting $w_his gaze; $w_he doesn't seem half as glad as $w_he claims, disapproval radiating off of $w_him in waves. "You shouldn't have insisted on sparring with Ariana. She was getting a message across to the troops: that she is a powerful fighter <i>no one</i> can defeat." $w_He takes a long step sideward, breaking eye contact. "Worse, you tried striking her down, right in front of our soldiers. I hope you realize that, had it been anybody else, they would be, at best, rotting in a cell as we speak." When $w_he next locks eyes with you, $w_his jaw is set, eyebrows drawn together to cast a gauging stare at you. "What were you thinking?" $w_He does not sound angry, per se; rather infinitely exhausted, and supremely disappointed. <ul> <li>[[″Nothing. I just wanted to spar with her.″->Ch04_skip1]]</li> <li>[[″I wanted to prove that she's not the best at everything.″->Ch04_skip2]]</li> <li>[[″I wanted to put her back in her place.″->Ch04_skip3]]</li> <li>[[″I don't know.″->Ch04_skip4]]</li> <li>[[″I have a better question; did you lecture Ariana, too?″->Ch04_skip5]]</li> <li>[[My reasons are my own. I don't say anything.->Ch04_lecture]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $will_leaves = true>>"What about you?" you snap back. "Are you a nurse as well?" $w_His eyes narrow. "No, I am not." "Then why do you keep standing there? You should leave." $w_He seems to give your request a moment of consideration. "Fair enough." $w_He uncrosses $w_his arms and flattens $w_his hands on the wall behind $w_him, pushing $w_himself off of it. "Let me know when you're finished," $w_he tells $frederic before leaving, pulling the door shut behind $w_him. <<include Ch04_skip>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5), $will_leaves = true>>"Do you intend to just… stand there and watch, $mcwill?" "No." $w_He uncrosses $w_his arms and flattens $w_his hands on the wall behind $w_him, pushing $w_himself off of it. "Let me know when you're finished," $w_he tells $frederic before leaving, pulling the door shut behind $w_him. <<include Ch04_skip>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5), $will_leaves = true>>"Um." You blink at $w_him, lips pressed together, discomfort making you tighten your fists. $w_He stares back at you, expressionless. $frederic looks between you, then gently proposes, "$w_sir $wilfred, perhaps you could wait outside?" "Of course." $w_He uncrosses $w_his arms and flattens $w_his hands on the wall behind $w_him, pushing $w_himself off of it. "Let me know when you're finished," $w_he tells $frederic before leaving, pulling the door shut behind $w_him. <<include Ch04_skip>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10)>>"Fair enough," you say, pulling on your collar. You undo the buttons on your jacket, and $frederic helps you slide it off. As you start removing your undershirt, $wilfred pushes $w_himself off of the wall and heads to the window, opening it wide to stare pointedly at anything else but you. <<include Ch04_skip>>

"Nothing," you reply. "I just wanted to spar with her." "Are you in the habit of trying to actively harm your sparring partners? If so, I suggest you stop." <<include Ch04_lecture>>

"I wanted to prove that she's not the best at everything." You look down, feeling a little deflated. "Let's dispel that notion right away, then; Ariana is not 'the best at everything'," $w_he replies, steadily calm. "She <i>is</i> the most powerful fighter I've ever known, however." <<include Ch04_lecture>>

"I wanted to put her back in her place," you reply, bile rising in your throat. "Ariana is exactly where she belongs," $w_he replies calmly, although there is an undercurrent of aggravation in $w_his voice. <<include Ch04_lecture>>

"I don't know," you say, gaze to the floor. <<include Ch04_lecture>>

<<set $lecture = true>>"I have a better question; did you lecture Ariana, too?" $w_He blinks, slow, and $w_he seems even more tired than before. "One does not lecture a queen. Besides, this isn't a 'lecture'." <<include Ch04_lecture>>

$wilfred breathes in deeply, and $w_his arms unfold, falling back to $w_his sides. "We're on the verge of a war," $w_he reminds you. "This is not the time for petty infighting." <ul> <<if $lecture == true>><li>[[″Not a lecture, huh? Sure sounds like one.″->Ch04_lecture1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″Ariana doesn't make it easy.″->Ch04_lecture2]]</li> <li>[[″Don't worry. Siblings squabbling, what's new?″->Ch04_lecture3]]</li> <li>[[″You're right.″->Ch04_lecture4]]</li> <li>[[I prefer not to voice my disagreement.->Ch04_WillEnd]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-10), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>>"Not a lecture, huh? Sure sounds like one." Your quip has $w_him clicking $w_his tongue, possibly in annoyance. <<include Ch04_WillEnd>>

"Ariana doesn't make it easy," you remark. "Neither do you." <<include Ch04_WillEnd>>

"Don't worry. Siblings squabbling, what's new?" You shrug. "You're not children anymore." <<include Ch04_WillEnd>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"You're right," you admit. <<include Ch04_WillEnd>>

$w_He watches you a moment longer. "I'll let you have some rest," $w_he says, then $w_he strides away, towards the door. When it's half-open and $w_he's ready to step out, $w_he adds, "Ariana is the only family you have left in this world."<<if $emotional > 50>> The rest goes unspoken, but it conjures up images of your dead parents, unbidden, to the forefront of your mind; the smell of blood in the air, the cold of sweat clinging to your skin; the memory of smiles you'll never witness again.<</if>> The door closes behind $wilfred, and you're left alone with your thoughts. <center><<button [[Later...|Ch04_cyril_visit]]>><</button>></center>

The trip to Barcot is supposed to take an hour, horses trotting at a leisurely pace. You're flanked by a half-dozen soldiers, acting as both your and Cyril's bodyguards. Sun rays are spotty but warm, cut off by fleeting clouds, and a breeze prevents the air from getting too hot. Cyril rides next to you, and you notice an odd wood and steel contraption slung across $c_his back. Seemingly sensing your gaze, $c_he turns towards you. "It's a crossbow," $c_he explains matter-of-factly. "It doesn't look like any crossbow I've ever seen," you remark. <<set $try_crossbow = false, $ask_crossbow = true>>"It's the only one of its kind this side of the continent. Plus, it's currently folded up." $c_He smiles at you. "If you'd like, I could let you try it out, on our way back from the village." <ul> <li>[[″I'd like to, yes.″->Ch04_TripToBarcot1]]</li> <li>[[″Sure, why not.″->Ch04_TripToBarcot2]]</li> <li>[[″You'd let me try your weapon?″->Ch04_TripToBarcot3]]</li> <li>[[″I'd love to, I'm very interested in all types of weaponry.″->Ch04_TripToBarcot4]]</li> <li>[[″No, thank you. I dislike weapons.″->Ch04_TripToBarcot5]]</li> <li>[[″No.″->Ch04_convo_suite]]</li> </ul>

"I'll go with you," you decide. "Alright. Let's head out, then." <<include Ch04_TripToBarcot>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-10)>>"No thanks," you reply quickly. $c_His eyes narrow for only a moment. "Alright." Then $c_his lips upturn into an amiable smile. "I wish you a great day, then, Your Highness." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-10)>>"I don't care what <i>she</i> says," you retort. "I'm not going anywhere." $c_His eyebrows twitch up, and $c_he smiles; and you can tell, from the way $c_his lips press together, that $c_he's holding back a laugh. "Very well," $c_he says after a beat, now the picture of collectedness. "I wish you a great day then, Your Highness." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-20)>>"I'm not going anywhere with <i>you</i>," you retort sharply. That elicits a quizzical bunching of $c_his eyebrows. "And why is that, if I may ask?" <ul> <li>[[″You may not ask.″->Ch04_NegCyril4a]]</li> <li>[[″I just don't like you. Nor do I trust you.″->Ch04_NegCyril4b]]</li> <li>[[″Go and figure that yourself, on your little trip to that backwater hole.″->Ch04_NegCyril4c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $interrupt = false>>You're sitting in a comfortable, cushioned chair, at one end of a mahogany table. At the other end is Ariana, and at either side are two of the Commanders of your armies, Cyril and $wilfred. A map of the continent is laid flat in its middle, its corners yellowed by age. Flickering candles placed nearby cast a soft, wavering light over it. While there is still plenty of daylight left, the curtains have been drawn, setting the room in an orangey haze, and the four of you pore over the map, discussing gathered intelligence and future plans. You've been invited to the council by Cyril, but you are starting to wonder whether your presence should have really been required; in the hour since you've settled in, your opinion has not been requested a single time. <ul> <li>[[That didn't stop me from giving it.->Ch05_01a]]</li> <li>[[I interjected when I had something relevant to add, but not otherwise.->Ch05_01b]]</li> <li>[[I was fine not being included in the discussions.->Ch05_01c]]</li> <li>[[I didn't want to intrude, so I mostly kept quiet.->Ch05_01d]]</li> <li>[[I was bored, but pretended to listen.->Ch05_01e]]</li> <li>[[I was bored out of my mind, and made no secret of it.->Ch05_01f]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10)>>"You may <i>not</i> ask," you maintain. $c_He blinks $c_his bemusement away. "Very well. I wish you a great day, Your Highness." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-10)>>"I just don't like you," you reply in a caustic tone. "Nor do I trust you." $c_He faces you squarely, hazel gaze set on you. "Why wouldn't you trust me?" "Why would I? I barely even know you." $c_He stares at you a moment longer, then you see the equivalent of a mental shrug pass over $c_his face. "Fair enough. I wish you a great day, Your Highness." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-20)>>"Why don't you figure that yourself?" you say with a smile. "Gives you something to think about while on your little trip to that backwater hole. Barcot, was it?" $c_He blinks slowly at you, the beginning of a frown drawing a line between $c_his light eyebrows. "I wish you a great rest of the day, Your Highness," $c_he says abruptly. And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"I'm fine," you reply. "Good." $c_He gives a soft nod. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5), $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" $c_He watches you closely, then simply nods. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5), $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"It hurts a little, but I'll survive." The corner of $c_his lips downturn. $c_He nods, then changes the subject. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>><<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"My pride is far more bruised than my fingers are." "I wish a swift recovery to your pride, then," $c_he says with levity. "And to your fingers." $c_He then changes the subject. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"I will be when I have my revenge." "Revenge?" $c_He looks at you intently, watching your expression. "On Stanislas, or on Ariana?" "Why not both?" Cyril clears $c_his throat softly and changes the subject. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<set $q_and_a = true>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"Why do you even ask?" $c_He blinks. "Because I'd like to know." "And why would you like to know that?" "Do you often answer questions with more questions?" "I don't know, do you?" Cyril clears $c_his throat softly and changes the subject. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>><<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"The only thing that was bruised was my pride." "I wish a swift recovery to your pride, then," $c_he says with levity, then changes the subject. <<include Ch04_BarcotAsk>>

<<if $heard_about_cyril_trip == true>>"As I told you this morning, I'm heading to Barcot.<<if $agreetogocyril == true>> Are you still coming along?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes, of course.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk1]]</li> <li>[[″No, sorry.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk2]]</li> <li>[[″No.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk3]]</li> </ul><<else>> Have you changed your mind about coming along?" <ul> <li>[[″I'll go with you.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk4]]</li> <li>[[″I apologize. I've changed my mind.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk5]]</li> </ul><</if>><<else>>"Have you ever been to Barcot?" You shake your head. "It's a small village nearby," Cyril explains. "I'm heading out there. Would you like to come along?" Before you can answer, $c_he adds, "I believe getting out of the fort, if only for a few hours, would do you good." "What are we actually going to do there?" "Look at their grain stock, mostly. It's a village of farmers; the fort's food supply mainly comes from there. I need to ascertain whether they can feed the reinforcements we'll be getting. Otherwise, we'd have to secure a different avenue for getting supplies." <ul> <li>[[″I'll go with you.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk4]]</li> <li>[[″No, sorry.″->Ch04_Ch04_BarcotAsk2]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"Yes, of course." "Perfect. Let's head out, then." <<include Ch04_TripToBarcot>>

"No, sorry." "It's quite alright. I wish you a great day, then." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

"No." "That's too bad. I wish you a great day, then." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

"I'll go with you." "Great. Let's head out, then." <<include Ch04_TripToBarcot>>

"I apologize. I've changed my mind." "It's quite alright. I wish you a great day, then." And with that, $c_he departs. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

Cyril gives you a simple nod. You soon reach the outskirts of the village, an area where stretches of tall trees make way to fields of golden wheat. There is no welcome committee of any sort awaiting your arrival; Cyril seems a tad perturbed by that fact, slowing $c_his mount as you reach the entrance of the village proper. A guard, casually leaning against a wooden hedge, straightens somewhat at $c_his approach, craning his neck up as Cyril says, "Good afternoon, George. Would you happen to know where Stephane is? He was supposed to be waiting for us." The guard shakes his head. "Said nothing about that, I'm afraid. Sorry, $c_sir Cyril." "It's quite alright." You dismount there, right outside the village, and the soldiers accompanying you stride by your sides as you enter, soft soil dipping slightly under each of your steps. The village of Barcot smells of warm earth and a hint of flour. Children watch you with unabashed curiosity as you walk by, probably because you and Cyril, in your dark and red military uniforms, as well as your entourage, in shining metallic armors, must make quite the peculiar sight, a stark contrast to the ocher and brown-clad villagers. The houses are small and simple, made of stone, mud, and wood. A circle of elderly men is playing a round of cards in the shade of what you assume is a bakery, from the aroma of fresh bread that emanates from it. They don't bother looking up at you, their focus on jeering at each other while slapping the cards down on a wooden table. <center><<button [[Next|Ch04_convosuite2]]>><</button>></center>

You walk for a few more minutes, and Cyril stops in front of a large house to knock three times on its front door. Nothing happens. $c_He lets out a sigh, glances back at you, then bangs on it unceremoniously with a fist. Still, no one answers. Turning towards $c_his soldiers, Cyril lifts a finger and draws several circles in the air. Immediately, half of them scatter and move around and behind the house, out of your field of vision. You hear a thud, something opening, then a crash and a sudden shout of surprise. Cyril remains unperturbed, barely moving when a middle-aged bearded man opens the door, bewildered and looking like he has just rolled out of bed. "Good afternoon, Stephane. Sorry for interrupting your nap," Cyril says, not sounding sorry at all. "$c_sir Cyril!" the man stammers out while soldiers regain their position behind you. "Are you going to invite us in?" The man steps aside, and Cyril walks in. The <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>other <</if>>man—Stephane, plus two of your soldiers, file after $c_him, while the rest remains outside, standing guard around the house. You step inside. <center><<button [[Next|Ch04_Stephane]]>><</button>></center>

The air smells stuffy and sort of woodsy, and you pinpoint a small round bowl with smoking incense as the source of the odor. Cyril pulls a chair out from under a table, its feet scraping the wooden floor. $c_He sits down, and watches patiently as Stephane does the same, opposite $c_him. <ul> <li>[[I sit down in the free chair, next to Cyril.->Ch04_Stephane_a]]</li> <li>[[I keep standing by the door.->Ch04_Stephane_b]]</li> </ul>

"I'd like to, yes."<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $try_crossbow = true>> <<include Ch04_convo_suite>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Sure, why not."<<set $try_crossbow = true>> <<include Ch04_convo_suite>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"You'd let me try your weapon?" you ask. "Certainly. Unless there is some unspoken rule I would be unknowingly violating by my doing so?" $c_His gaze on you is mostly curious. "No, there isn't." Still, there is something oddly personal about handing out one's weapon to someone else; they'd be giving away the thing that safeguards their life, after all. <<include Ch04_convo_suite>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>><<set $try_crossbow = true>>"I'd love to, I'm very interested in all types of weaponry." <<include Ch04_convo_suite>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>>"No, thank you." You shake your head. "I dislike weapons."<<if $sword >= 50>> "You do?" $c_He chances a glance at you. "That's rather odd, considering your skill with a sword." "Just because I'm good at it, doesn't mean I actually enjoy it."<</if>> <<include Ch04_convo_suite>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>You slide the chair out, sitting down next to Cyril. <<include Ch04_Stephane2>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>You press your back against the wall, crossing your arms and surveying the scene. <<include Ch04_Stephane2>>

"Would you like some… tea?" the man asks, voice unsteady. Cyril waves $c_his hand no, then gestures in your direction. "Stephane, this is $Prince $mcname d'Arcadie." Stephane's suddenly bulging eyes remind you of saucers. "$Prince $mcname," he repeats, standing up to bow deeply. "I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you with the honors you deserve, I didn't know you would be visiting…" <ul> <li>[[″I understand you were supposed to welcome us by the village entrance.″->Ch04_Stephane2a]]</li> <li>[[″That's quite alright.″->Ch04_Stephane2b]]</li> <li>[[″Such lack of respect deserves a swift beheading,″ I declare in a dead-pan voice.->Ch04_Stephane2c]]</li> <li>[[″Do better next time.″->Ch04_Stephane2d]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch04_Stephane2e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"I understand you were supposed to welcome us by the village entrance." To say his face falls is an understatement. He spins towards the Commander. "$c_sir Cyril," he stammers out, "I—I apologize! It slipped my mind, I would never—" "It's alright," Cyril says quickly, cutting him off. "Please sit down." <<include "Ch04_Stephane3">>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"That's quite alright," you say with a smile. <<include Ch04_Stephane3>>

"Such lack of respect deserves a swift beheading," you declare in a dead-pan voice. "<i>Wh—what</i>?!" he stammers out. "I—" "$He's only joking," Cyril says quickly, a calming hand raised above the table. "Please sit down." <<include Ch04_Stephane3>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Do better next time." "I—I shall." He nods. <<include Ch04_Stephane3>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>You nod. <<include Ch04_Stephane3>>

"Thank you for your leniency, Your Highness," he says, sitting back down. He fiddles with his hands a moment, visibly shaken. "So. How are our granaries looking, Stephane?" Cyril asks. "They're at half-capacity. The summer harvest should be good. We'll be able to go through next winter without issue." "'Half-capacity'. What do you mean by that, exactly?" "It… means it's half-full…" Stephane ends his sentence with a quizzical lull. Cyril has a small smile for the <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>other <</if>>man. "Certainly. That is what 'half-capacity' means. But what I need you to tell me, Stephane, is how many people can it feed, and for how long." Cyril's tone remains polite, but you detect an edge of impatience you haven't heard in $c_his voice before. <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>The other man<<else>>The man<</if>> scratches his graying hair. He fidgets in his seat, brow furrowed and eyes cast down, focused on a burn mark on the wooden table. "It should be enough to feed Fort Queenscliff and the village, probably for two years?" he answers after a long pause. "Alright," Cyril says. "Can you arrange for half of that to be sent to the fort, as soon as possible?" Stephane nods swiftly. <center><<button [[Next|Ch04_Stephane4]]>><</button>></center>

Cyril lets out a short breath, repositioning $c_himself, $c_his arms now on the table. "Do you have anything else to report, Stephane?" "Lorie's favorite chicken went missing—" Cyril blinks, eyebrows drawing closer together in perplexed silence. "—but we're not sure yet whether the culprit was a fox or… <i>someone</i> with a nefarious purpose. We're still looking into it, but the evidence—" "Please, Stephane. Do you have anything <i>important</i> to report?" "N—Not that I can think of." Cyril stands up, and bids the man farewell. "Please, wait a moment, $c_sir Cyril," the man requests, getting to his feet. Cyril watches him, waiting for him to continue. "Is—Is it true?" Stephane stutters, "that Queen Serene and King Lavic have been…" His eyes flicker from Cyril to you, then back again. "…by Commander Stanislas?" "<i>Former</i> Commander," Cyril corrects. "Yes, it is true. You did get my message, yes?" "Yes, yes, I did! It's only that…" His fingers twist together. "…It's hard to believe, that Their Majesties were… vanquished." Cyril goes very still. <ul> <li>[[″Stanislas didn't 'vanquish' anyone. He committed treason and murder.″->Ch04_Stephane4a]]</li> <li>[[″Vanquished? They were stabbed in the back by someone they trusted. Stanislas is a coward and a murderer.″->Ch04_Stephane4b]]</li> <li>[[″Say that again and I'll slice your tongue off.″->Ch04_Stephane4c]]</li> <li>[[″If you call getting caught off guard by a backstabbing snake being 'vanquished', then sure, they were vanquished. Idiot.″->Ch04_Stephane4d]]</li> <li>[[I stare at Stephane in silence.->Ch04_Stephane4e]]</li> <li>[[My eyes prickle, and I say nothing.->Ch04_Stephane4f]]</li> <li>[[I don't react in any way.->Ch04_Stephane4g]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Stanislas didn't 'vanquish' anyone," you say. "He committed treason and murder." "I—I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean anything by—" <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"<i>Vanquished</i>?" you repeat, voice rising. "They were stabbed in the back by someone they trusted. Stanislas is nothing but a coward and a murderer, and he will get his comeuppance." "I—I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean anything by—" <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"Say that again," you say, voice sharp, "and I'll slice your tongue off." "I—I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean anything by—" <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"If you call getting caught off guard by a backstabbing snake being vanquished, then yes, sure, they were <i>vanquished</i>." After a pause, you add, "Idiot." "I—I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean anything by—" <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>Your eyes are cold as ice as you stare him down, and he flinches. "I—I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean anything by—" <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>>You feel a familiar prickle in your eyes, the telltale sign of the beginning of tears. You blink quickly, focusing on your breathing and on the brown color of the table. <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-10)>>"You should choose your words more carefully, Stephane," Cyril says, $c_his voice eerily calm. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by—" <<include Ch04_Stephane5>>

"That's quite enough for today," Cyril cuts him off. "If the fort doesn't get the grain by next week, I won't be half as cordial when I'm back." Stephane stumbles on himself, and continues fumbling apologies while your group files out of his abode. Cyril closes the door harder than strictly necessary. "I apologize. I didn't expect him to be so tiresome." <ul> <li>[[″It's fine.″->Ch04_Stephane5a]]</li> <li>[[″It's alright. It was funny, in a way.″->Ch04_Stephane5b]]</li> <li>[[″How come the village idiot is at the head of the village?″->Ch04_Stephane5c]]</li> <li>[[″You were a little harsh on him.″->Ch04_Stephane5d]]</li> <li>[[″Don't bring me along if you intend to visit imbeciles.″->Ch04_Stephane5e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"It's fine." Cyril nods, $c_his smile sliding back into place. <<include Ch04_Stephane6>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>You half-shrug. "It's alright. It was funny, in a way." Cyril chuckles. "He's not usually <i>this</i> bad," $c_he says. "He must have been intimidated by your presence." <<include Ch04_Stephane6>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"How come the village idiot is at the head of the village?" A smile creeps over $c_his lips, and $c_he does $c_his best to fight it back. "He's not usually <i>this</i> bad," Cyril says. "He must have been intimidated by your presence." <<include Ch04_Stephane6>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"You were a little harsh on him," you remark. Cyril gives you a surprised look. "Was I?" $c_he asks. "I apologize." <<include Ch04_Stephane6>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>><<set $playful to $playful.fm(-10)>>"Don't bring me along if you intend to visit imbeciles." Cyril gives you a careful look. "He's not usually <i>this</i> bad," $c_he says. "He must have been intimidated by your presence." <<include Ch04_Stephane6>>

$c_He watches you a moment. "We'll be leaving shortly. I still need to have a word with the leader of the village's guards." You head out, meeting with a woman in armor at the outskirts of the village. Sylvie is her name, and she briefs you about Barcot's latest news: nothing much has happened, and while the people are aware that the King and Queen have been assassinated, they don't let that get in the way of their daily lives. "They don't realize we're on the verge of a war," she explains, sounding wistful. "Let's keep it that way, for now," Cyril says. "We don't want the villagers to panic and start fleeing." "Shouldn't they? We're not far from the Royal castle." "This will all be over soon," Cyril assures her, $c_his voice steady. "Stanislas is only biding his time." $c_He doesn't tell her that, were the villagers to flee, the fort's main source of grain would be compromised. <center><<button [[Time to Go Back...|Ch04_GoBack]]>><</button>></center>

The sun is slightly lower in the blue sky when you leave Barcot. <<if $try_crossbow == true>>"Do you still want to have a look at my crossbow?" Cyril asks, riding by your left side.<<else>>"Have you changed your mind about taking a look at my crossbow?" Cyril asks, riding by your left side.<</if>> <ul> <<if $try_crossbow == false>><li>[[″Sure, why not.″->Ch04_Crossbow1]]</li><</if>> <<if $try_crossbow == true>><li>[[″Yes, I do.″->Ch04_Crossbow1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″Is that some sort of euphemism?″->Ch04_Euphemism]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather get back to the fort as quickly as possible.″->Ch04_ChapterEnd]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $ch4_triedcrossbow = true>>Cyril nods. You soon stop next to a woody expanse. Cyril and you get off your horses, and $c_he instructs $c_his soldiers to wait while the both of you dive deeper into the forest. You reach a clearing, high grass and bird songs welcoming you, and Cyril unhooks the folded weapon off $c_his back. $c_He pulls a lever, and the weapon springs open with a loud <i>clang</i>, taking the familiar shape of a crossbow. "It's the perfect weapon for taking down threats from a distance," $c_he comments. "What kind of threats?" you ask, watching $c_him as $c_he loads a bolt in the barrel. "Lately, mostly bandits, though their numbers are rather low. They are to be killed on sight, after all, and I make sure there are always enough soldiers securing our roads and villages." "Do you see combat often?" you wonder. "I haven't in a few years." $c_He points the weapon towards the ground as $c_he pulls back its string. "Which is perfectly fine by me. There's much you can accomplish without shedding a single drop of blood." $c_He then raises it, pointing it at a tree. "You have to be mindful of not touching the trigger, unless you actually intend to shoot," Cyril warns. <i>Twack!</i> You blink, and the bolt has already lodged itself into the trunk, too quickly for you to see. "Here you go." Cyril hands you the weapon, loaded with a new bolt. The crossbow, a well-crafted wood-and-metal device, feels solid and heavy in your hands. As you slip your finger inside the notch housing the trigger, you notice Cyril's family name—Lavignac—emblazoned on the weapon's side in gold, elegant lettering. You raise and aim at a tree several feet away. <center><<button [[I pull the trigger|Ch04_Crossbow2]]>><</button>></center>

"Is that some sort of euphemism?" <<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<if $flirt_cyril > 1>>$c_He glances at you with a smile. "Not this early, no."<<elseif $aff_cyril >= 60>>$c_He glances at you with a curious smile. "No, it isn't."<<else>>$c_He glances at you with a quizzical expression. "Not at all."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″I'm interested in taking a look at it.″->Ch04_Crossbow1]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather get back to the fort as quickly as possible.″->Ch04_ChapterEnd]]</li> </ul>

The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<if $aether_2ndSkill == true || $sword >= 50>>As you pull the trigger, you feel a jolt in your arms as the crossbow sends the bolt flying into the trunk. "Your aim is true," Cyril comments, retrieving the weapon.<<else>>As you pull the trigger, you feel a jolt in your arms as the crossbow sends the bolt flying into the grass. "Try aiming a little higher," Cyril suggests, retrieving the weapon.<</if>> $c_He returns it to you after loading another bolt <<if $flirt_cyril > 1>>in, and when $c_his fingers brush against yours in the process, you suspect it isn't entirely by accident.<<else>>in.<</if>> As you raise the crossbow again, pointing it at a different tree, Cyril speaks, $c_his tone mostly neutral. <<if $aff_ariana >= 60>>"You seem to get along well with Ariana."<<elseif $aff_ariana <= 40>>"Things seem a little tense between you and Ariana."<<else>>"You and Ariana seem a little distant."<</if>> $c_He doesn't immediately resume talking, pausing until you glance at $c_him. "She's an impressive fighter. On the battlefield, no one can stand up to her. Successfully leading a kingdom, ensuring its prosperity for decades to come, requires more than raw power however, even if that power is a gift seen once every few hundred years." $c_His searching hazel eyes meet yours in a long, appraising look. "Ariana will need allies, and good advisors by her side. Would that be a role you'd want to assume?" <ul> <li>[[″Of course. I'll do anything in my power to help her.″->Ch04_Crossbow2a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not sure she'd want me to.″->Ch04_Crossbow2b]]</li> <li>[[″I really don't think she needs my help.″->Ch04_Crossbow2c]]</li> <li>[[″Why are you asking me this?″->Ch04_Crossbow2d]]</li> <li>[[″I'd prefer to stay out of this whole business.″->Ch04_Crossbow2e]]</li> <li>[[I don't reply.->Ch04_Crossbow2f]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>>"Of course. I'll do anything in my power to help her." "I'm sure Ariana would be glad to hear it," $c_he says, a small smile curling $c_his lips. "She might not realize she needs you, but she will, eventually." You shoot a few more bolts, and after a while, Cyril retrieves $c_his weapon, and you head back to the castle. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>>"I'm not sure she'd want my help." "Perhaps," $c_he replies, looking straight ahead, then back at you, "but I do believe you should offer." You shoot a few more bolts, and after a while, Cyril retrieves $c_his weapon, and you head back to the castle. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"I really don't think she needs my help." "She does," $c_he replies, looking straight ahead, "even though she might not realize it yet." You shoot a few more bolts, and after a while, Cyril retrieves $c_his weapon, and you head back to the castle. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<if $q_and_a == true>>"Why are you asking me this?" $c_He huffs out a short laugh. "Answering questions with more questions again?" "It's not my fault you keep asking the strangest things." $c_He tears $c_his eyes away from you. "Perhaps I do."<<else>>"Why are you asking me this?" "I was only wondering if you would help Ariana, were she to have need of you." "And what are planning to do with my answer?" "Nothing. You're not planning on giving me one," $c_he observes with a smile, dropping the subject.<</if>> You shoot a few more bolts, and after a while, Cyril retrieves $c_his weapon, and you head back to the castle. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>"I'd prefer to stay out of this whole business." "Fair enough." You shoot a few more bolts, and after a while, Cyril retrieves $c_his weapon, and you head back to the castle. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>You look away, and Cyril doesn't press you for an answer. You shoot a few more bolts, and after a while, Cyril retrieves $c_his weapon, and you head back to the castle. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, which is not such a bad thing, in these troubled times. <center><<button [[Five Days Later…|Ch05_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $leader += 1>><<set $involved to $involved.fm(+10)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $interrupt = true>>That didn't stop you from opining at every opportunity. By your fifth interruption, Ariana shoots you a stern glare. <<include Ch05_02>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(+10)>><<set $leader += 1>><<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>They listened to you when you chimed in, and took your opinion into consideration when it was relevant. <<include Ch05_02>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(-5)>>You preferred listening, rather that actively participating. <<include Ch05_02>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(+10)>>You preferred listening intently. <<include Ch05_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+10)>><<set $involved to $involved.fm(-10)>>You preferred letting your thoughts wander while Ariana and the Commanders debated over the future of Arcadie. <<include Ch05_02>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<set $involved to $involved.fm(-10)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>By your third yawn, Cyril glances in your direction, but refrains from making any sort of comment. <<include Ch05_02>>

"We need to secure a steady supply of provisions," <<if $interrupt == true>>Ariana says, turning away from you.<<else>>Ariana says.<</if>> "$c_sir Cyril, did you visit Barcot as planned?" "Yes," $c_he replies, "supplies have already started arriving. We'll have enough rations for the reinforcements." Ariana nods. "Good." "Also, if I may," Cyril adds, steepling $c_his fingers over the table, "I've been receiving regular reports from our scouts keeping watch over the Royal castle. No enemy reinforcements have been sighted, and Stanislas and his troops have made no attempt to leave the castle." Ariana's eyes turn dark at the mention of your parents' murderer, but she blinks it away, refocusing on the present moment. There's a knock at the door, and several letters are laid down in front of Cyril. "The main reason I invited you all to this meeting," $c_he says, interrupting $c_himself to thank the soldier as she departs, "is that we've finally received replies from the other forts." $c_He stands up to hand over the opened letters to Ariana as $c_he continues, "The South is not able to spare any men at this time. With $wilfred gone, the tribes seem to believe the time is ripe for an attack on our positions." Ariana shakes her head minutely. "Isn't Captain May down there? What is she doing?" "I'm sure she's doing everything to keep the situation under control." $wilfred crosses $w_his arms on the table. $w_His blue eyes flicker in the dark, candle flames dancing in $w_his irises. "Maybe we went too easy on the southern tribes after all." "Maybe we did," Ariana scoffs, looking down at the letters. "We'll have plenty of time to rectify that, after we're done with Stanislas. $c_sir Cyril, please continue." Cyril is back in $c_his seat. "The other forts will be sending troops, about two hundred men in total, and I've asked Goldridge to send about four hundred men. It will take about three weeks for all of them to arrive." "Only four hundred?" Ariana repeats, a scowl furrowing her features. "Why are you requesting so little from the capital? It's under no threat at the moment, unless I wasn't notified?" <center><<button [[Next|Ch05_03]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $cq = 0>><<set $pascal = false, $kasri = false>>"There is no outside threat," Cyril says, intertwining $c_his fingers, and $c_his tone is deliberately slow, "but I would rather keep the garrison at almost full capacity, as a precautionary measure." $c_He locks eyes with Ariana, watching her intently as $c_he continues, "The Noble Assembly is requesting an audience with you." "Is that an issue?" "Not in and of itself, but there is a particular group of nobles trying to gather voices against the upcoming war." Ariana's frown deepens. Cyril's expression is a careful mask of neutrality as $c_he adds, "They seem to believe the ongoing conflict with Kalltland is a drain on the Kingdom's resources." "A drain on the resources? Kalltland attacked first," Ariana utters every word with force, "murdered my parents, almost killed me and $mcname. I won't rest until there's nothing left of Kalltland but a cautionary tale." "Of course. I was only relaying their point of view." Cyril's voice is steady. "It does seem, however, that Stanislas's rebellion has emboldened them. Calling for the end of armed conflicts is not exactly a new position, but they used to be more subtle about it. You understand why I prefer leaving most of the garrison in Goldridge. We wouldn't want anyone getting foolhardy while we're otherwise occupied." <<include Ch05_03_DL>>

<<if $cq > 3>><<include Ch05_04>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_03_DL1")>><li>[[″What do you believe these nobles would do, were you to summon more men from the garrison?″->Ch05_03_DL1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_03_DL2")>><li>[[″Is someone leading this group of nobles?″->Ch05_03_DL2]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_03_DL3") && $pascal == true>><li>[[″Can you tell me more about the Kasri invasions?″->Ch05_03_DL3]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_03_DL4")>><li>[[″What do these nobles actually want?″->Ch05_03_DL4]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_03_DL5")>><li>[[″Why are these nobles even still breathing?″->Ch05_03_DL5]]</li><</if>> <<if $kasri == true>><li>[[I don't say anything else.->Ch05_04]]</li><</if>> </ul><</if>>

<<set $cq += 1>>"What do you believe these nobles would do, were you to summon more men from the garrison?" "Nothing too drastic, I suppose." A strand of blond hair falls in front of Cyril's eyes when $c_he faces you, and $c_he absently pushes it back behind $c_his ear. "But there is a risk they would use the opportunity to take their grievances to the streets, rather than keep them confined to the Assembly. I would rather avoid unrest and riots while we're dealing with Stanislas." <<include Ch05_03_DL>>

<<set $cq += 1, $pascal = true>>"Is someone leading this group of nobles?" you ask. "Yes. Lord Pascal Lacombe," Cyril replies. "He is a decorated veteran; fought in the Kasri invasions." "I remember him," $wilfred interjects. "He's a loud-mouthed idiot." Cyril hides a smile. "He might well be, but he is rather well-regarded by his peers, seeing as he's gathered some followers." <<include Ch05_03_DL>>

<<set $cq += 1>>"What do these nobles actually want? Apart from an audience." "Officially, the end of the wars with Kalltland," Cyril replies. "But as Her Majesty pointed out, we can't let a regicide go unanswered." "Can you imagine?" Ariana scoffs. "Going scot-free, after killing the King and Queen? Ridiculous." Cyril nods. "I believe they know full well that you will not grant their request for an audience, as its timing is rather poor, nor will you back down from going to war against Kalltland. "They intend to use that as an argument to back up their claims that the young Queen does not lend an ear to the Noble Assembly, even on grave matters such as war, and try to demand some concessions from you, as a gesture of goodwill." "They've got another thing coming, if that's how they think any of this is going to go down," Ariana says. Her eyes are unfocused, as if lost in a particular vivid scene her imagination has conjured, and a small, sly smile soon plays on her lips. <<include Ch05_03_DL>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>>"Why are these nobles even still breathing?" Cyril's expression tightens a moment. "They have done nothing outrageous enough to be executed. They have the right to request an audience, and to have their opinions heard. "Of course, Her Majesty is under no obligation to grant their requests. While the Noble Assembly has some say in the Kingdom's governance, the word of the Queen is still law." <<include Ch05_03_DL>>

"In any case," Cyril says, lacing $c_his fingers again, "I will be sending a letter back, informing them that you will not be giving them an audience at this moment, as you are busy fighting for the Kingdom." "Thank you, $c_sir Cyril." "As for the topic of the planned assault on the castle…" Cyril stands up, and leans a bit over the map, hands flat on the table supporting $c_him. "If we intend to attack Stanislas before any Kalltland reinforcements arrive, we need to strike with the troops that will be at our disposal, in three weeks time." "Stanislas must have had about seven hundred men with him," $wilfred recalls, rubbing $w_his chin. "While we'll have double that," Ariana says. "I suggest a siege." Following Cyril's example, $wilfred gets to $w_his feet. "Or at least, to make our offensive look like a siege." $w_He circles the castle on the map with a finger. "While a decoy force pretends to try and get to the gates and up the walls, <i>you</i> will be going around, Ariana." $w_His finger slides on the paper, to the back of the castle. "With Aether at your fingertips, you're capable of breaching the castle's walls." Cyril's eyes widen. Ariana regards $wilfred with quirked brows, then leans closer to the map. <center><<button [[Next|Ch05_05]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $kasri = true, $cq += 1>>"Can you tell me more about the Kasri invasions?" "They took place a few years ago…" $wilfred begins, but hesitation blurs $w_his focus. "Ten years ago," Cyril supplies. "Was it really that long ago?" "It does make you feel older, doesn't it?" "Speak for yourself." $wilfred's tone is light, intended as nothing more than friendly banter. "We're the same age, $wilfred." "Anyway." The blue-eyed Commander gets back on topic. "The Kasri nomadic tribes tried invading our Kingdom ten years ago, off of the eastern coast, crossing the ocean between us with boats loaded with sulfur and explosive powders. "It was short lived, and an utter failure, and we made sure to leave an impression on them—your mother did, as we ended up using their weapons against them, infused with Aether. "They must have learned their lesson, as the Kasri haven't been back since." <<include Ch05_03_DL>>

<<set $strong = false, $badplan = false, $goodplan = false>>"I can do that," she states, "but that would leave me drained for the rest of the battle." "The bulk of the troops will be at your back, ready to swarm the castle." Ariana keeps her eyes trained on the map. "I don't want anyone else but me killing Stanislas." "The soldiers can be instructed to capture him alive," $wilfred proposes, $w_his voice a flat tone. "Pardon my question, that stems from my lack of knowledge on the subject matter," Cyril says, "can Aether breach a ten feet thick wall?" "It can, if I've had time to gather enough of it. Three weeks is long enough." "Alright. If we're all in agreement, I will take charge of the decoy force, while you and $wilfred breach the walls and swarm the castle. You two know the castle better than me; you can brief and lead the troops more efficiently." Ariana nods. "Sounds good." <<include Ch05_05_DL>>

<ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_05_DL1")>><li>[[″So, we'd be taking Stanislas alive?″->Ch05_05_DL1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_05_DL2")>><li>[[″Will you be okay, with Aether drained out of you?″->Ch05_05_DL2]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_05_DL3")>><li>[[″Why don't we try offering them a chance to surrender?″->Ch05_05_DL3]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_05_DL4") && $goodplan == false>><li>[[″So this is our brilliant plan?″->Ch05_05_DL4]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch05_05_DL5") && $badplan == false>><li>[[″Sounds like a plan.″->Ch05_05_DL5]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″What's my role in all this?″->Ch05_06]]</li> <li>[[I have nothing else to say.->Ch05_06]]</li> </ul>

"So," you begin, "we'd be taking Stanislas alive?" "Don't worry," Ariana says, her voice vibrating with anticipation, "he won't live long." <<include Ch05_05_DL>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>"Ariana," you say, and she swivels towards you, her inquisitive green eyes meeting yours. "Will you be okay, with Aether drained out of you?" "It won't be pleasant, but I won't be left defenseless, if that's what you're getting at. I'm plenty deadly with just a sword in hand." <<include Ch05_05_DL>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+10)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $forgive_stan += 1>>You drum your fingers on the table. "Why don't we try offering them a chance to surrender?" Ariana presses her lips into a thin line. <<if $ch3_peace == true>>"Are you that scared of combat? We have enough manpower to crush them."<<else>>"We don't need to. We have enough manpower to crush them."<</if>> <<if $politics >= 50>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Maybe, but that doesn't preclude us from giving diplomacy a try," you reply, undeterred. "Stanislas's soldiers don't necessarily want to follow him to the grave. Being overly belligerent would only prove him right." Ariana's green eyes gleam in the half-darkness. You hold each other's gaze, and Ariana doesn't blink, doesn't move, doesn't speak. It's unlike her, to not immediately voice her disapproval. She doesn't normally deal in long, cold silences, and you start feeling somewhat unsettled by her eerily steady gaze on you. "We could send them a demand for surrender," Cyril says suddenly, diverting Ariana's attention, "offering them their lives in exchange for Stanislas's. If anything, it could create discord amongst their ranks." Ariana lets out a short breath, finally breaking eye contact with you. "As long as it doesn't distract us from our real goal."<<else>>Had you more political knowledge, perhaps you would have been able to more effectively argue your point.<</if>> <<include Ch05_05_DL>>

<<set $badplan = true>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"So <i>this</i> is our brilliant plan?" you ask, your hand moving in an arc that encompasses the whole of the map before you. "Do you have a better one?" Ariana retorts. "How about laying a proper siege, instead of trying to blow up the walls?" "The castle is chock-full of supplies; they could last for months. We're trying to take them out <i>before</i> Kalltland reinforcements arrive, remember?" <<include Ch05_05_DL>>

<<set $goodplan = true>>"Sounds like a plan," you say with a nod. <<include Ch05_05_DL>>

"$Prince $mcname," Cyril calls you, and you watch $c_him as $c_he sits back in $c_his chair. "Which part of the plan would you rather be a part of?" <ul> <li>[[Breaching the wall (with Ariana).->Ch05_06a]]</li> <li>[[Leading the decoy force (with Cyril).->Ch05_06b]]</li> <li>[["Swarming the castle once breached (with " + $wilfred + ")."->Ch05_06c]]</li> <li>[[″Is it really a good idea, for both of us to be on the battlefield?″->Ch05_06d]]</li> <<if $sword < 50>><li>[[″Fighting on the battlefield is not really my strong suit.″->Ch05_06f]]</li><</if>> <li>[[None of them. I want no part of this.->Ch05_06e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch5_choiceplan = "breach">><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>"I'll go with Ariana," you decide. She nods. "Good idea. If we run into Stanislas before the soldiers do, we'll get to finish him off right there and then." <<include Ch05_end>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5), $ch5_choiceplan = "decoy">>"I'll stay with the decoy force," you decide. Cyril nods. <<include Ch05_end>>

<<set $ch5_choiceplan = "swarm">><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"I'll go with $mcwill," you decide, "swarm the castle once the wall has been breached." <<if $aff_will >= 60 && $sword >= 50>>$wilfred gives a swift nod. "I'll be honored to have you fighting by my side."<<elseif $aff_will >= 60>>$wilfred gives a swift nod. "We'll be seeing most of the fighting. You'll have to make sure you're ready."<<else>>$wilfred gives a swift nod.<</if>> <<include Ch05_end>>

"Is it a good idea, for both of us to be on the battlefield?" you ponder. Ariana huffs. "Why? You believe you could take up the mantle, if I were to die?" Before you can reply, she continues, "If you're not even fit for battle, you definitely would have no business leading the Kingdom." <ul> <li>[[Breaching the wall (with Ariana).->Ch05_06a]]</li> <li>[[Leading the decoy force (with Cyril).->Ch05_06b]]</li> <li>[["Swarming the castle once breached (with " + $wilfred + ")."->Ch05_06c]]</li> <li>[[None of them. I want no part of this.->Ch05_06e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch5_choiceplan = "refuse">><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"I'd rather be kept out of this entirely," you protest. "You can't exactly sit by the sidelines," Cyril says with a brief smile. "You're the $Prince; the troops will be looking up to you." "$He'll stay by my side," Ariana decides. Then, meeting your eye, she adds, <<if $aff_ariana >= 40>>"I'll look out for you."<<else>>"I'll make sure you don't drag all of us down."<</if>> <<include Ch05_end>>

With that last matter settled, the council is adjourned. <center><<button [[Three Days Later...|Ch06_01]]>><</button>></center>

It has now been ten days since Fort Queenscliff has become your new home. You've spent most of your free time… <ul> <li>[[Training with the soldiers.->Ch06_01a]]</li> <li>[[Reading history books in Cyril's study.->Ch06_01b]]</li> <li>[[Shut in my room.->Ch06_02][$friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

"Fighting on the battlefield is not really my strong suit." Ariana gives you a sideways glance. "We have a training session planned," $wilfred reminds you. "If you still feel that way afterwards, you could stay with the decoy force." "Or stick with me," Ariana intervenes. Meeting your eye, she adds, <<if $aff_ariana >= 40>>"I'll look out for you."<<else>>"I'll make sure you don't drag all of us down."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[Breaching the wall (with Ariana).->Ch05_06a]]</li> <li>[[Leading the decoy force (with Cyril).->Ch05_06b]]</li> <li>[["Swarming the castle once breached (with " + $wilfred + ")."->Ch05_06c]]</li> <li>[[None of them. I want no part of this.->Ch05_06e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $sword to $sword.fm(5), $army_support += 1>>Wary at first, the soldiers quickly took a liking to you, and started sparring with you. <<include Ch06_02>>

<<set $politics to $politics.fm(5), $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(5)>>Cyril always welcomed you with a smile when you came around to peruse $c_his book collection. <<include Ch06_02>>

<<set $go_away = false>>You're having a light lunch today, alone in your room. As you finish your meal with a refreshing sip of water, there is a knock at your door. It sounds three times, in a solid and steady rhythm. <ul> <li>[[″Come in.″->Ch06_02a]]</li> <li>[[″Go away.″->Ch06_02b]]</li> <li>[[I ignore it.->Ch06_02c]]</li> </ul>

"Come in." <<include Ch06_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(5), $go_away = true>>"Go away." It opens anyway, and <<include Ch06_03>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>It eventually opens, and <<include Ch06_03>>

$wilfred appears in the doorway. $w_He's not wearing $w_his full uniform, only the slacks and boots, a short-sleeved, form-fitting black shirt in place of the usual jacket. "Good afternoon, $mcname_will," $w_he greets you without entering. "I'm ready for your sword training session." <ul> <<if $go_away == true>><li>[["[Dismiss] ″Didn't you hear me? I said, 'Go away'.″"->Ch06_03a]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″Good. I was looking forward to it.″->Ch06_03b]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch06_03c]]</li> <li>[[″Oh, joy…″->Ch06_03d]]</li> <li>[["I look " + $w_him + " up and down. ″Nice shirt.″"->Ch06_03e]]</li> <li>[[$w_He + " does look quite good in that shirt..."->Ch06_03f]]</li> <li>[["[Dismiss] ″I'm not interested in training.″"->Ch06_03g]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5), $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5), $ch6_refuse_training = true>>You give $w_him a half-lidded, annoyed look. "Didn't you hear me? I said, 'Go away'." $w_He shoots a dark look back at you. "This is for your own benefit." $w_He pauses a moment, $w_his eyes a cold deep blue. "But you're not under my orders; I can't make you do a thing." "Indeed, you can't. Now leave me alone." $w_He gives you a long, impassive stare. "Have a good day, then," $w_he says in a dispassionate tone, and closes the door behind $w_him. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"Good. I was looking forward to it," you say with a smile. $w_He nods. "I'll be waiting for you on the training grounds," $w_he states, then closes the door. <center><<button [[On The Training Grounds...|Ch06_04]]>><</button>></center>

The courtyard is lively, today. In the distance, you can hear soldiers practicing, the noise of hundreds of wooden swords clashing in the air. By the gates, you spot Ariana and $wilfred, seemingly engrossed in conversation. When they notice you, they both move closer. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Hey," Ariana says, lips pressed into a flat line.<<else>>"Hey, $mcname. Good morning," Ariana greets you.<</if>> Her outfit is different, you notice, probably custom-tailored, from the way it perfectly fits her tall frame: over her uniform, a black velvet coat stops mid-thigh, its collar and cuffs a bright crimson shade, and an intricate leaf-shaped gold embroidery runs from the lapels to the tail ends of the garment. <ul> <li>[[″Hey yourself.″->Ch07_01a]]</li> <li>[[″Good morning, Ariana.″->Ch07_01b]]</li> <li>[["″Good morning Ariana. And " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch07_01c]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch07_02]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"Alright," you say with a small nod. $w_He nods back. "I'll be waiting for you on the training grounds," $w_he states, then closes the door. <center><<button [[On The Training Grounds...|Ch06_04]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(5)>>"Oh, <i>joy</i>…" you say, elongating the latter word. "I'll be waiting for you on the training grounds," $w_he declares, ignoring your sarcastic quip, then closes the door. <center><<button [[On The Training Grounds...|Ch06_04]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>>You leisurely take in the sight, your eyes slowly sliding up $w_his body. $w_His black shirt fits $w_him rather well, snug in exactly the right places, <<if $will_gender == "female">>following her shapely curves and baring her lithe yet strong arms.<<else>>nicely sketching $w_his muscled chest while baring $w_his strong, solid arms.<</if>> "Nice shirt." You grin. $wilfred doesn't return your smile. "I'll be waiting for you on the training grounds." $w_He then closes the door. <center><<button [[On The Training Grounds...|Ch06_04]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1, $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(10)>>$w_His black shirt fits $w_him rather well, snug in exactly the right places, <<if $will_gender == "female">>following her shapely curves and baring her lithe yet strong arms.<<else>>nicely sketching $w_his muscled chest while baring $w_his strong, solid arms.<</if>> $w_His arched brow tells you you've probably been staring too long. "I'll be waiting for you on the training grounds," $w_he states, then closes the door. <center><<button [[On The Training Grounds...|Ch06_04]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5), $ch6_refuse_training = true>>"I'm not interested in training." "This is for your own benefit." $w_He pauses a moment, $w_his eyes a cold deep blue. "But you're not under my orders; I can't make you do a thing." "No, you can't. As I said, I'm <i>not</i> interested." $w_He gives you a long, impassive stare, barely moves as $w_he tells you, "Have a good day, then," in a dispassionate tone, and closes the door behind $w_him. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

There is not much sun today, rays filtering sparsely through cottony clouds. Just as well; exercising with the sun beaming down on you would make for an unpleasant afternoon. When you arrive in the training grounds, you find $wilfred busy chatting with a soldier, a longsword in $w_his right hand. $w_He seems to be in the middle of explaining something to the young man, $w_his free hand pointing at the cutting edge of the weapon while slowly rolling $w_his right wrist. By the time you reach them, $w_he's handed the sword back to the soldier, and the latter has departed after thanking $w_him. When $wilfred notices you, instead of coming closer, $w_he strides to the opposite side, towards the wooden fence encircling the training grounds. $w_He proceeds to unbuckle the belt attached to $w_his sword's scabbard. $w_He then places $w_his weapon against the fence, and retrieves two wooden swords that had been set aside on the ground. As $w_he walks back towards you, $w_he tosses one of them in your direction, and you catch it purely on instinct. <<if $hair_length == "long">>"Take this." $w_He hands you a black velvet ribbon. "Tie your hair up." <ul> <li>[[...a low ponytail.->Ch06_05]]</li> <li>[[...a high ponytail.->Ch06_05]]</li> <li>[[...a bun.->Ch06_05]]</li> <li>[[...a quick braid.->Ch06_05]]</li> </ul><<else>><<include Ch06_05>><</if>>

"Let's start with the basics. Show me a few moves." You oblige, and as $w_he retreats a few steps, you hold the sword up and take a few swings at thin air. <<if $sword >= 50>>$wilfred circles you, observing you, hands behind $w_his back grasping $w_his own training weapon. "Good stance," $w_he says. "Let's see how well you fight." <<include Ch06_06>><<else>>$wilfred circles you, looks at you with $w_his lips pressed together, hands behind $w_his back grasping $w_his own training weapon. "Your stance is all wrong," $w_he declares suddenly. $w_He steps behind you, kicks the sole of your right foot forward, then grabs your shoulders, pulls them back, making you stand a little straighter. <ul> <li>[[I keep looking forward, shifting to accommodate the new stance.->Ch06_05a]]</li> <li>[[I look back with wide eyes.->Ch06_05d]]</li> <li>[[″There's no need to be so brusque.″->Ch06_05b]]</li> <li>[[″Don't touch me!″->Ch06_05c]]</li> <li>[[I am a bit unsettled, but prefer not to show it.->Ch06_05e]]</li> </ul><</if>>

$wilfred twirls the wooden sword in $w_his hand as if to appraise its weight. Nodding to $w_himself, $w_he goes to stand a few feet opposite you. The heel of $w_his right foot scrubs the earth in a circular motion as if looking for purchase, and $w_he glimpses down at it, brows drawn together in focus. When $w_he raises $w_his head again, it is to take a long, studying look at you. $w_His gaze glides slowly over you with sharp focus, taking in each and every detail of your body and of your posture. It's drawn a moment to your hands, intently analyzing the way you hold your weapon, and then to your feet, watching how you balance your weight. $w_His blue eyes slide over you again, upwards this time, and lock with yours. $wilfred moves into a low guard, the point of $w_his sword almost touching the earthy, dry ground, never breaking eye contact with you. You take a deep breath, adrenaline quickening your heartbeat. <ul> <<if $sword >= 50>><li>[["I recognize " + $wilfred + "'s stance and respond accordingly."->Ch06_06a]]</li><</if>> <<if $sword < 50>><li>[[$wilfred + "'s upper body is open to attacks; I strike at it."->Ch06_06b]]</li><</if>> <li>[["I wait for " + $w_him + " to make the first move."->Ch06_06c]]</li> <li>[["The way " + $w_he + " looks at me is not helping me focus, to say the least."->Ch06_06d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>$w_He steps to the side, and as you glance $w_his way, you notice $w_him appraising you again with narrowed eyes. "Alright. Let's see how you fight." <<include Ch06_06>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"There's no need to be so brusque," you protest. $w_He watches you with an arched brow. "I was not being <i>brusque</i>. Your previous instructors did you a disservice, by being too soft with you." $w_He unlinks the hands behind $w_his back. "Enough of this; let's see how you fight." <<include Ch06_06>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"Don't touch me!" you command. "I'm correcting your stance. How exactly am I supposed to do that without touching you?" "Figure it out, but <i>don't</i> touch me." "You're being ridiculous. Your previous instructors did you no favors by pampering you." $w_He ignores your glare, and unlinks the hands behind $w_his back. "Enough of this; let's see how you fight." <<include Ch06_06>>

You look at $w_him with round eyes, but $w_he doesn't seem to take notice, occupied with appraising you again with narrowed eyes. "Alright. Let's see how you fight." <<include Ch06_06>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>$w_He steps to the side, and as you glance $w_his way, you notice $w_him appraising you again with narrowed eyes. "Alright. Let's see how you fight." <<include Ch06_06>>

$wilfred's stance is meant to be deceitfully open, upper body seemingly unguarded while actually allowing for swift counter strikes. You attempt a cut, more to gauge $w_him and bait $w_him out of $w_his guard. $w_He parries easily, instantly follows up with a thrust you quickly side step. You aim at $w_his open side but $w_he deflects your weapon again, sword pushing yours away. It then shoots up towards your ribs. Your wooden swords connect with a loud <i>Thump</i> as you successfully parry, and you push $w_him back, stepping away. The whole thing lasted no more than three seconds. "Good. Again," $w_he says, assuming a different stance. You spar for a long time, stopping intermittently to catch your breath and when $wilfred wants to instruct you on a specific <<if $sword < 50>>point—$w_he's <i>very</i> unhappy with your footwork.<<else>>point.<</if>> <center><<button [[Next|Ch06_07]]>><</button>></center>

You lunge forward, bringing your weapon down towards $w_his left shoulder. $w_His sword instantly shoots up at an angle, its wider side meeting with yours and forcing it away, and before you can change course, $w_he quickly shifts to your side. A blunt pain shoots from the side of your neck, and you stagger forward. "Stop," $w_he says as you catch your balance and press a hand to the spot you're sure will sprout a bruise. "Again." $w_He assumes the same stance. You spar for a long time, stopping intermittently to catch your breath and when $wilfred wants to instruct you on a specific <<if $sword < 50>>point—$w_he's <i>very</i> unhappy with your footwork.<<else>>point.<</if>> <center><<button [[Next|Ch06_07]]>><</button>></center>

<<if $sword < 50>>You grip your sword, awaiting $w_his first move. $w_He stares at you, unblinking, and suddenly, $w_he feints to the left, and the point of $w_his sword meets with your sternum. "Stop," $w_he says, withdrawing $w_his weapon as you rub at the spot reflexively. "Again." $w_He assumes the same stance.<<else>>You breathe deeply, your grip on your sword true and steady, and you watch $wilfred, your whole attention on the most minute move $w_he makes. $w_He stares at you, too, and after a beat, $w_he abruptly decides to drop out of $w_his guard. $w_He starts circling you instead, and you're forced to readjust to not let yourself be caught undefended, sliding your feet around to continue facing $w_him. <<if $aff_will >= 60>>You notice a smirk has appeared on $w_his lips, and you almost fail to notice $w_his strike when it inevitably comes.<<else>>$w_His strike comes when you have almost stopped expecting it.<</if>> You dodge to the side, bring your weapon up to parry $w_his next thrust. You push $w_his sword away, aim at $w_his open side but $w_he deflects your weapon again, sword hitting yours away. It then shoots up towards your ribs. Your wooden swords connect with a loud <i>Thump</i> as you successfully parry, and you push $w_him back, stepping away. The whole thing lasted no more than three seconds. "Good. Again," $w_he says, assuming a different stance.<</if>> You spar for a long time, stopping intermittently to catch your breath and when $wilfred wants to instruct you on a specific <<if $sword < 50>>point—$w_he's <i>very</i> unhappy with your footwork.<<else>>point.<</if>> <center><<button [[Next|Ch06_07]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>>You find yourself feeling warmer, a slight buzz of excitement in the pit of your stomach; not exactly an unpleasant sensation, but one that leaves you unable to react quickly enough when $w_he slaps your sword out of your hands with $w_his_p. "Focus!" $w_he urges. You quickly recover the training weapon and get back into position. <ul> <<if $sword >= 50>><li>[["I recognize " + $wilfred + "'s stance and respond accordingly."->Ch06_06a]]</li><</if>> <<if $sword < 50>><li>[[$wilfred + "'s upper body is open to attacks; I strike at it."->Ch06_06b]]</li><</if>> <li>[["I wait for " + $w_him + " to make the first move."->Ch06_06c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $waterskin = false>>A while later, the sun starts piercing through the clouds more frequently, shining warm light down on you, and you soon start feeling uncomfortably hot and a little thirsty. "Wait," $wilfred says as you position yourself for a new round. $w_He walks away, props $w_his training sword against the wooden fence, and reaches around it to grab a waterskin. You follow $w_him, and as you come to a stop next to $w_him, $w_he takes a long swig of water, and, turning in your direction, offers the waterskin to you. <ul> <li>[[I take it.->Ch06_07a]]</li> <li>[[I'd rather not.->Ch06_07b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $waterskin = true>>You accept it with a nod. You take a sip, and the water is rather cool on your tongue, considering it has been sitting in the sun for some time. Next to you, <<if $will_gender == "male">>Wilfred slides a hand through his hair, combing it back, but his right-sided fringe slips almost immediately back into place above his eyebrow.<<else>>$wilfred slides a hand through her fringe, combing it back, but it springs back into place almost instantly.<</if>> <<include Ch06_08>>

<<set $waterskin = false>><<if $timid > 50 || $friendly < 50>>You shake your head.<<else>>You shake your head. "No, thank you."<</if>> $w_He puts it back behind the fence, and gives you an expectant look. <<include Ch06_08>>

<ul> <li>[[″What's your assessment of my swordsmanship?″->Ch06_08a]]</li> <<if $waterskin == true>><li>[["Drink water in silence. I have a feeling " + $w_he + "'ll speak first."->Ch06_08b]]</li><</if>> <<if $waterskin == false>><li>[["Stare ahead in silence. I have a feeling " + $w_he + "'ll speak first."->Ch06_08c]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"What's your assessment of my swordsmanship?" you ask. <<include Ch06_09>>

You take another sip of water. <<include Ch06_09>>

You stare ahead, attention drifting to the green tree leaves rustling in the breeze. <<include Ch06_09>>

<<if $sword >= 50>>"Your sword mastery is impressive," $wilfred says next to you. You glance $w_his way, but fail to meet $w_his gaze as it's presently locked on something in front of $w_him, far off in the distance. "Your reflexes and skill almost surpass Ariana's. If she didn't have the Gift, perhaps you would even be able to best her in a sword fight." You blink. Did $wilfred, of all people, just say that you were <i>almost</i> better than Ariana? That is massive praise, coming from the Commander. Truth be told, this is the first time anyone has ever claimed that you could best Ariana at anything. Your parents certainly never did.<<else>>"With more training, you could become quite a skilled fighter," $wilfred says next to you. You glance $w_his way, but fail to meet $w_his gaze as it's presently locked on something in front of $w_him, far off in the distance. "I'm certain you could achieve great things, if you put your mind to it." You blink. That was high praise, coming from the Commander. And, truth be told, it is a rare occurrence for you to receive praise at all, from anyone. People, including $wilfred, are usually too busy lauding Ariana's talents. Your parents included.<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″Thank you.″->Ch06_09a]]</li> <li>[["You try thanking " + $w_him + ", but the words get stuck in your throat."->Ch06_09b]]</li> <li>[["″Thank you, " + $mcwill + ". Your words mean a lot to me.″"->Ch06_09c]]</li> <li>[[″Nah, I'm not that great, really.″->Ch06_09d]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch06_10]]</li> </ul>

"Thank you." $w_He gives a quick shake of $w_his head. "No need to thank me." <<include Ch06_10>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>You try uttering a simple thank you, but it gets stuck in your throat, prickling painfully, and you end up mumbling a vague string of words that might pass for an expression of gratitude. Or not. "Pardon?" <<if $mcgender == "female">>You look up at $w_him,<<else>>You look at $w_him,<</if>> meeting $w_his quizzical eyes. <ul> <li>[[″I… I'm not really used to praise.″->Ch06_09b_1]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you.″->Ch06_09b_2]]</li> <li>[[I shake my head.->Ch06_09b_3]]</li> </ul>

"Thank you, $mcwill. Your words mean a lot to me," you say, heart swelling with pride and a wide smile spreading your lips. <<if $aff_will >= 60>>$w_He mirrors your smile with a small one of $w_his own. "It's only the truth." $w_He turns, facing forward again, and $w_his smile fades away.<<else>>$w_He nods.<</if>> <<include Ch06_10>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Nah, I'm not that great, really." "Don't give in to false modesty," $w_he says. "Knowing your strengths is just as important as being aware of your weaknesses." <<include Ch06_10>>

A few minutes later, you resume training, armed with the same wooden training weapons. The afternoon ebbs away as <<if $sword < 50>>you twist, parry, strike, and fail to touch anything but air as $wilfred keeps stepping effortlessly out of the way.<<else>>you twist, parry, strike, and manage to almost get a hit, but $wilfred keeps stepping out of the way at the last moment.<</if>> This time, however, you keep moving forward, taking a large stride after $w_him. Only, something catches the tip of your foot, and you lose your balance. You manage to soften your fall by twisting before impact, hitting the ground with your back rather than your face. Fortunately, the earth is rather soft, and aside from your surprise at meeting the ground, you don't feel pain anywhere. "Pay attention to the terrain," $wilfred chastises you, although $w_he does come closer, offering you $w_his hand. <ul> <li>[["I take " + $w_his + " hand."->Ch06_10a]]</li> <li>[["I refuse " + $w_his + " help."->Ch06_10b]]</li> </ul>

"I… I'm not really used to praise," <<if $shy_w > 50>>you admit, feeling your face get warmer. You hope it isn't noticeable.<<else>>you admit.<</if>> $w_He observes you, brows slightly drawn together.<<if $aff_will >= 60>> "That's a shame," $w_he says, and $w_his eyes flicker away.<</if>> Before you can say anything else, $wilfred walks away. <<include Ch06_10>>

"Thank you," you manage to pronounce. $w_He gives a quick shake of $w_his head. "There's no need to thank me." <<include Ch06_10>>

You quickly shake your head, and $wilfred doesn't try pressing you further. <<include Ch06_10>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>You clasp $w_his extended hand, letting $w_him hoist you up to your feet. <<if $flirt_will == 0>>$w_He pulls you up and, while you dust yourself, $w_he declares, "We'll stop here for today. You must be tired." <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center><<else>>$w_He pulls you up, and, perhaps because of $w_him yanking you too hard, or perhaps because the warmth of $w_his <<if $will_gender == "male">>strong <</if>>hand around yours distracts you enough that you fail to catch yourself, you end up stumbling forward, right into $w_him. $w_He quickly steadies you, $w_his free hand pressed to the small of your back, your still linked fingers now caught between your bodies. Up close, you notice flecks of brown around the center of $w_his blue irises, and the shadow of a faded scar across the bridge of $w_his nose.<<if $aff_will >= 60>> $w_His gaze is focused on you, and the back of your hand against <<if $will_gender == "male">>his chest<<else>>her stomach<</if>> thrums with the steady pulse of $w_his heart.<</if>> <ul> <li>[[I step away.->Ch06_10a_1]]</li> <li>[["I don't move, my eyes peering into " + $w_his_p + "."->Ch06_10a_2]]</li> <li>[[″Eager to get me close, are you?″->Ch06_10a_3]]</li> <li>[[I freeze, blood pounding in my ears.->Ch06_10a_4]]</li> <li>[[I quickly step back, heart hammering in my chest.->Ch06_10a_5]]</li> </ul><</if>>

You rise up, dusting yourself. "We'll stop here for today," $wilfred decides. "You must be tired." <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

You step back, your hand slipping out of $w_his_p, and $w_his arms fall back to $w_his sides. "I apologize," $w_he says. <<if $diplomatic > 50 || $friendly > 50>>"No, I should be the one apologizing."<<else>>"It's fine."<</if>> $w_His gaze flickers across your face, searching for something $w_he seems not to find. "We'll stop here for today," $w_he declares. "You must be tired." <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>>You don't move, your body anchored to $w_his_p. You don't feel alarmed despite your closeness to $wilfred; if anything, the warmth seeping through the thin layers of fabric separating you is soothing, in a way. There is nothing to fear from $w_him, this you know. After all, since you've met $w_him, $w_he's done nothing but $w_his best to ensure your safety. As you gaze into $w_his eyes, $wilfred takes a deep breath, then slowly lets go of your hand. "I apologize," $w_he says, stepping back. <<if $diplomatic > 50 || $friendly > 50>>"No, I should be the one apologizing."<<else>>"It's fine."<</if>> "We'll stop here for today," $w_he declares, expression unreadable. "You must be tired." <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>>You give $w_him a cheeky smile, and press yourself further against $w_his warm and solid body. "Eager to get me close, are you?" <<if $aff_will >= 60>>$w_He narrows $w_his eyes, but doesn't push you away. "Am I?" You don't respond, just cast $w_him a meaningful smirk, as $w_his hand is still at your back and your fingers still in $w_his_p. $w_He takes a quick breath, ready to reply, but stops $w_himself short. A light frown wrinkles $w_his forehead, and $w_he looks at you in disbelief, and when $w_he next rolls $w_his eyes, you're not sure whether it's aimed at you or at $w_himself. $w_He suddenly lets go of you, and you quickly catch yourself before you can find yourself tripping again. "We'll stop here for today," $w_he decides, still with a displeased expression on $w_his face. "You must be tired."<<elseif $aff_will < 40>>$w_He blinks. "Hardly." $w_He lets go of you so fast you almost stagger backwards. "We'll stop here for today," $w_he decides. "You must be tired."<<else>>$w_He blinks, $w_his blue eyes narrowing. "Don't be absurd." Before you can reply, $w_he lets go of you, and takes a step back. "We'll stop here for today," $w_he decides. "You must be tired."<</if>> <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>You stop moving. For a moment, you can hear nothing but the blood pounding hard in your ears, filling your head with a long, high-pitched buzz. You're warm and cold all at once, and a tingle crawls over your exposed skin, setting alight the nerves in your fingers clasped in $wilfred's hand. <<if $aff_will >= 60 && $flirt_will > 1>>"I apologize," you hear $w_him say, and while $w_he lets go of you, $w_he makes sure to steady you with $w_his hands on your shoulders first, before stepping back.<<else>>But then $w_he steps back, letting go of you.<</if>> "We'll stop here for today," $w_he decides. "You must be tired." <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>You step away quickly, pulling your hand out of $w_his_p in a hurry. "I'm sorry!" you say, heart in your throat. "You have nothing to be sorry about," $w_he replies. "If anything, I should be apologizing." "No, it's fine," you insist. You feel your neck growing warmer and decide to drop the subject before you make a fool out of yourself. $wilfred's gaze flickers across your face, and you hope your blush isn't as noticeable as you fear. "We'll stop here for today," $w_he declares. "You must be tired." <<set $sword to $sword.fm(+20)>>You take a few minutes to gather your things, then leave the training grounds for the day. <center><<button [[Five Days Later...|Ch07_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Hey yourself." <<include Ch07_02>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Good morning, Ariana." <<include Ch07_02>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Good morning, Ariana. Good morning, $mcwill." <<if $aff_will >= 60 && $flirt_will > 1>>The latter meets your gaze, and $w_his eyes seem to glisten, the vivid blue of the sky above reflected in them. "Good morning, $mcname_will," $w_he replies.<<else>>$wilfred nods in response.<</if>> <<include Ch07_02>>

<<set $refusetogo = false>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"There's something I need to discuss with you," Ariana declares, hands on her hips. "Follow me."<<else>>"I need to talk to you about something." Ariana walks closer still, and, her expression somewhat closed off, she adds, "In private."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″Of course.″->Ch07_02a]]</li> <li>[[″You'll need to be more specific than that.″->Ch07_02b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not interested in anything you have to say.″->Ch07_02c]]</li> <li>[[I go with her.->Ch07_03]]</li> </ul>

"Of course." <<include Ch07_03>>

"You'll need to be more specific than that." <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>Her hair flies away from her face as she whips around to glare at you. "I don't need to be specific. If I tell you to follow, you follow." <<include Ch07_02_confr>><<else>>"You'll get plenty of specifics, <i>in private</i>. Follow me." <<include Ch07_03>><</if>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"I'm not interested in anything you have to say." <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"I wasn't asking whether you're interested or not." Her green eyes darken as she glares at you. "I was telling you to follow me."<<else>>Her lips purse sideways, and she looks far from impressed. "I don't care whether you're interested or not. Follow me," she commands.<</if>> <<include Ch07_02_confr>>

You're led to the room where the war council took place almost ten days ago. $wilfred steps into the room first, walking carefully around, pulling most of the curtains open and inspecting the darkness beyond the bookcases to the west side. "Thank you, $w_sir $wilfred," Ariana says as the Commander leaves the room, closing the door behind $w_him. Silence fills the space a moment as you only look at each other. Your sister eventually comes to stand an arm's length away from you. "Tell me, $mcname: how much do you actually know about Aether?" <ul> <<if $aether_2ndSkill == false>><li>[[″It's some kind of magic, isn't it? And only members of the Arcadie line can use it.″->Ch07_03a]]</li><</if>> <<if $aether_2ndSkill == true>><li>[[″It's a mystical, ever-present energy, and only members of the Arcadie line can tap into its power.″->Ch07_03b]]</li><</if>> <<if $aether == 0>><li>[[″What's there to know? It's not like I can do anything useful with it.″->Ch07_03c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″That you have the Gift, and can blow up a ten feet thick wall with it?″->Ch07_03d]]</li> <li>[[I shrug.->Ch07_03e]]</li> <<if $aff_ariana < 50>><li>[[I glare at her, venom in my eyes.->Ch07_03f]]</li><</if>> </ul>

<ul> <li>[[I follow her.->Ch07_03]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not going anywhere with you.″->Ch07_02_negative]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-10)>><<set $refusetogo = true>>You stand your ground. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Ariana's gaze flits away from you, and with a twist of her wrist, she beckons nearby soldiers, who easily come to stand behind her, right beside $wilfred. "Please escort my $brother to the council room," she orders. Short of causing a scene, you find yourself with no choice but to go along. <center><<button [[Next|Ch07_03]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"It's some kind of magic, isn't it? And only members of the Arcadie line can use it." "Good. You know the gist of it." <<include Ch07_04>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"It's a mystical, ever-present energy, and only members of the Arcadie line can tap into its power." "Good. You know the gist of it." <<include Ch07_04>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"What's there to know? It's not like I can do anything useful with it." "You can't do anything with it at all?" Her brow raises skeptically. "No matter. Aether is power. Power you can harness and use as you see fit. That is, as long as you're part of the Arcadie bloodline, and that you have the Gift." <<include Ch07_04>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"That you have the Gift, and can blow up a ten feet thick wall with it?" She huffs out a laugh. "That, too. But at its core, Aether is power. Power you can harness and use as you see fit. That is, as long as you're part of the Arcadie bloodline, and that you have the Gift." <<include Ch07_04>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>You shrug. "Aether is power," Ariana explains. "Power you can harness and use as you see fit. That is, as long as you're part of the Arcadie bloodline, and that you have the Gift." <<include Ch07_04>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>Your glare doesn't seem to phase her. "Aether is power," Ariana explains. "Power you can harness and use as you see fit. That is, as long as you're part of the Arcadie bloodline, and that you have the Gift." <<include Ch07_04>>

She looks down, and reaches inside her coat.<<if $refusetogo == false>> "Let me show you something new."<</if>> A sharp knife shines as she pulls it out of her belt. She raises her free long-fingered hand, palm up facing you, then quickly slices it open, a red bloody diagonal line appearing across her skin. She smirks at you, and you watch as a droplet of blood trails down her hand and wrist, disappearing into her sleeve. "Give me your hand," she requests. <ul> <li>[[I give her my hand, without hesitation.->Ch07_04a]]</li> <li>[[I hesitate a moment, but give her my hand eventually.->Ch07_04b]]</li> <li>[[″What are you doing?″->Ch07_04c]]</li> <li>[[″Ariana! Why did you do that?!″->Ch07_04d]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not giving you anything.″->Ch07_04e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>You put your hand, palm up, on top of hers,<<include Ch07_05>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+3)>>You hesitate a moment, but eventually put your hand, palm up, on top of hers,<<include Ch07_05>>

"What are you doing?" "Oh ye of little faith," she quips. "Give me your hand. You'll see." You reluctantly put your hand, palm up, on top of hers,<<include Ch07_05>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"Ariana!" you exclaim, and she blinks at you with a perplexed eyebrow. "Why did you do that?!" "Calm down," she says, "and give me your hand." You hesitate a moment, but eventually put your hand, palm up, on top of hers,<<include Ch07_05>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"I'm not giving you anything." She casts you a glare from below her eyebrows. "We're either doing this the easy way…" The point of her knife is aimed at your general direction. "Or the hard way." You reluctantly put your hand, palm up, on top of hers, <<include Ch07_05>>

and she quickly drags the blade across your palm. The pain is sharp but quick; and before you can reflexively close your hand, Ariana clasps it against hers in a strong grip. You jump, an ache like a thousand needles shooting through your arm, reaching your neck before exploding throughout your body; and when Ariana lets go, you're left feeling heady and dazed, white stars covering most of your field of vision. <ul> <li>[[″What was that for?!″->Ch07_05a]]</li> <li>[[I shake my head and attempt to collect myself.->Ch07_06][$emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″I could have used some forewarning.″->Ch07_05b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"What was that for?!" <<include Ch07_06>>

<<set $aether to $aether.fm(+10)>><<set $aether_charge += 20>><<set $aether_on = true>><<if $refusetogo == false>>"Sorry for the little jolt," she says, half-grinning, "there's not much I could have done about it. Besides, it's already healed up."<<else>>"It's already healed up."<</if>> You look downward, towards your hand; while you can still feel a tingle right under your skin, you realize there is no hint of an injury. "Aether's fancy like that," Ariana comments in lieu of giving an explanation. Perhaps sensing your <<if $emotional < 50>>curiosity,<<else>>restlessness,<</if>> she decides to clarify, "I gave you a bit of Aether." Walking away to place the bloodied knife on the table, she adds, "It's not enough for you to be able to use offensively, but it should make it easier for you to… I don't know, make <<if $aff_ariana > 40>>lamps?" She smiles, pointing a finger towards the chandelier.<<else>>lamps?"<</if>> She comes closer again. "There's a man in Goldridge, called Nathaniel. He could teach you how to actually use it." <ul> <li>[[″Why did you share some Aether with me?″->Ch07_06a]]</li> <li>[[″Didn't that weaken you? You will need Aether in the battle.″->Ch07_06b]]</li> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch07_07]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"I could have used some forewarning." <<include Ch07_06>>

"Why did you share some Aether with me?" <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"I have no else left to share it with," she states, an admission that seems to displease her.<<else>>"Why not? It's not like I have anybody else to share it with," she states, an admission that seems to sadden her.<</if>> "Didn't that weaken you?" you ask. "You will need Aether in the upcoming battle against Stanislas." She tosses a hand back, eyes to the ceiling. "That was nothing. Believe me, I have plenty of Aether left." She looks back at you. "But thank you for your concern." <<include Ch07_07>>

"Didn't that weaken you?" you ask. "You will need Aether in the upcoming battle against Stanislas." She tosses a hand back, eyes to the ceiling. "That was nothing. Believe me, I have plenty of Aether left." She looks back at you. "But thank you for your concern." "Why did you share some Aether with me anyway?" <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"I have no else left to share it with," she states, an admission that seems to displease her.<<else>>"Why not? It's not like I have anybody else to share it with," she states, an admission that seems to sadden her.<</if>> <<include Ch07_07>>

<<if $aff_ariana >= 40 && $ch4_injureariana == false>>She looks at you a moment. "You know I love you, right?" she says, and her lips thin into a forlorn line. "I know I haven't been a perfect sister, but I want to be the best possible leader for our Kingdom. And with you by my side, I think I can do that." Her gaze is set, and her mind made as she declares, "Just as Mother ruled alongside Father, <<if $pacifist >= 60>>I want to rule Arcadie with you. We might not see eye to eye on everything, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. You bringing a different perspective to the table could prove useful."<<else>>I want to rule Arcadie with you."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″And what happens when you get married?″->Ch07_07a]]</li> <li>[[″I would be honored to rule by your side.″->Ch07_07b]]</li> <li>[[″I would be honored to support you.″->Ch07_07c]]</li> <li>[[″I'll think about it.″->Ch07_07d]]</li> <li>[[″I would rather not.″->Ch07_07e]]</li> </ul><<else>><<set $ch7_rule_w_ariana = "distrust">>She looks at you a moment, and her lips thin into a forlorn line. "I guess we're done here." You leave the room. $wilfred is right outside, probably awaiting Ariana.<<if $refusetogo == true>> The rest of the soldiers seem to have departed.<</if>> "$w_sir $wilfred," Ariana begins, "we should—" A soldier comes barreling down the hallway, cutting her off. Soon, three more follow, and you notice a loud clatter rising from the courtyard, booming voices calling for a medic. "What's happening?" "Ariana, stay here," $wilfred urges uselessly, as Ariana is already sprinting away. "Ariana!" $w_He calls again, but she disappears behind a corner. <ul> <li>[[Run after Ariana. I want to know what's going on.->Ch07_08a]]</li> <li>[["Remain with " + $wilfred + ". It seems safer."->Ch07_08b]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"And what happens when you get married?" She scoffs. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Her nose scrunches, and she turns to stare at the farthest wall. "Just because Mother chose to rule alongside Father, I have no obligation to do the same." <ul> <li>[[″I would be honored to rule by your side.″->Ch07_07b]]</li> <li>[[″I would be honored to support you.″->Ch07_07c]]</li> <li>[[″I'll think about it.″->Ch07_07d]]</li> <li>[[″I would rather not.″->Ch07_07e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5), $involved to $involved.fm(+5), $ch7_rule_w_ariana = "yes">>"I would be honored to rule by your side." <<include Ch07_08>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>><<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>><<set $ch7_rule_w_ariana = "maybe">>"I would be honored to support you." <<include Ch07_08>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+2)>><<set $ch7_rule_w_ariana = "maybe">>"I'll think about it." <<include Ch07_08>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $ch7_rule_w_ariana = "no">>"I would rather not." Her nose wrinkles. "I'm not going to force you." <<include Ch07_08>>

Her hands settle over her hips. "Before any of that happens, however, we have a traitor to take down, and Kalltland to deal with." You leave the room together. $wilfred is right outside, probably awaiting Ariana.<<if $refusetogo == true>> The rest of the soldiers seem to have departed.<</if>> "$w_sir $wilfred," Ariana begins, "we should—" A soldier comes barreling down the hallway, cutting her off. Soon, three more follow, and you notice a loud clatter rising from the courtyard, booming voices calling for a medic. "What's happening?" "Ariana, stay here," $wilfred urges uselessly, as Ariana is already sprinting away. "Ariana!" $w_He calls again, but she disappears behind a corner. <ul> <li>[[Run after Ariana. I want to know what's going on.->Ch07_08a]]</li> <li>[["Remain with " + $wilfred + ". It seems safer."->Ch07_08b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>You launch yourself after Ariana, and you can hear $wilfred's displeased growl behind you. <<include Ch07_09>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"Come, $mcname_will," $wilfred says, before you both start running after Ariana. <<include Ch07_09>>

In the courtyard, a large crowd has coalesced around something or someone you can't make out. Soldiers put an end to their huddling only when Ariana orders them to stand aside. You glimpse Cyril in the middle, and in front of $c_him, a soldier in light armor, head low and hair disheveled, dirty as if he'd just rolled in the dirt. "$c_sir Cyril, you have to help him!" the soldier pleads, voice shaky and hoarse, in between erratic breaths. "Lieutenant Thomas, they got him!" "Of course I'll help," Cyril says, "but I need you to start from the beginning, Philip." "I wanted to fight, I wanted to help—" the soldier rasps out, "but he wouldn't let me, he ordered me to run, I swear—" Cyril reaches for him, steadies him with $c_his hands over his shoulders. "Philip, I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath, and tell me exactly what happened, and where it happened." Philip—the soldier—takes a shaky breath, swallows hard. "We were patrolling the eastern side of the castle," he explains, and it seems his training and professionalism are starting to kick in. "Lieutenant Thomas and I, we thought we saw someone, in the forest, and then, they… they just sprung out of nowhere." "Who's 'they'?" "Soldiers from the castle. Stanislas's men. Three of them. I was ready to fight, but Lieutenant Thomas pushed me away. He ordered me to run, to come get you, $c_sir Cyril." He stares into the Commander's eyes, face contorted with guilt. "You followed orders," Cyril says encouragingly, $c_his hands still steadying the soldier. "That's a good thing, Philip. What about the rest of your squad? Do you know what happened to them?" The soldier shakes his head, heavily. <center><<button [[Next|Ch07_10]]>><</button>></center>

"They were back at camp, down south. I didn't run into them on my way back." "It's alright. Thank you very much, Philip. You've been a tremendous help." Cyril turns around, craning $c_his neck. As if on cue, a soldier with a white armband walks closer, and takes Philip off of Cyril's hands. "Thank you, Mark. Captain Jonas," $c_he calls immediately, and while most soldiers start dispersing to give $c_him room to maneuver, an officer comes closer, probably the aforementioned Captain. "I need you to gather your team and stand ready by the gates. We leave in fifteen minutes!" The Captain nods and files away, and soldiers scramble around in a momentary frenzy. They soon clear out, however, seemingly returning to their respective posts. Cyril moves to leave, but Ariana intercepts $c_him. "$c_sir Cyril!" "Your Majesty," $c_he responds, stopping in $c_his tracks and swiveling around to face her. "I apologize for not noticing you." $c_He gives a quick, almost reflexive bow. "The reconnaissance team keeping watch over the castle has been attacked, and at least one of its members is missing. The rest of the squad's status is unknown. I'm gathering men to go and investigate, bring back what survivors we can find." <center><<button [[Next|Ch07_11]]>><</button>></center>

Cyril glances around, at the soldiers nearby, but none of them is near enough to hear your conversation. "We don't know whether this was just an unfortunate coincidence, or if Stanislas is actually planning an attack." "You'll be going in person?" Ariana sounds skeptical. Cyril nods, and a blond strand of hair falls in front of $c_his eyes. "Of course." "Is that really necessary? We need you here." $c_He looks away for a split second. "While it isn't strictly necessary, I'm sure you understand that one needs to lead by example, and not hide away at the first whiff of danger." Ariana nods. "Alright. But please be careful, $c_sir Cyril. Let me know as soon as you're back." And with that, she departs. Cyril's copper eyes flit to yours, almost on accident, and they grow wider for a second. "Your Highness. I'm sorry I didn't notice you earlier." <ul> <li>[[″It's quite alright. You seem to have bigger things on your plate.″->Ch07_11a]]</li> <li>[[″It's fine. I'm used to being invisible.″->Ch07_11b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm unbelievingly offended,″ I jest.->Ch07_11c]]</li> <li>[[″I would have thought your observational skills were of a higher caliber.″->Ch07_11d]]</li> <li>[["″Pretend you didn't notice me.″ I don't want to talk to " + $c_him + "."->Ch07_11e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"It's quite alright. You seem to have bigger things on your plate at the moment." "I wish I didn't," $c_he says wistfully. <<include Ch07_12>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"It's fine. I'm used to being invisible." "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way," $c_he says, seeming rather contrite. <<include Ch07_12>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"I'm unbelievingly offended," you joke. "I'm so sorry," $c_he replies, smiling. <<include Ch07_12>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"I would have thought your observational skills were of a higher caliber." "They seem to lose their edge in the middle of a crisis," $c_he replies, the corner of $c_his lips upturned. <<include Ch07_12>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"Pretend you didn't notice me." Cyril gives you a surprised look, but it only lasts a second. "Very well. Goodbye, Your Highness," $c_he says, and departs. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

Night comes, and with it, the sparkle of stars high up in the black void that is tonight's sky. You watch them a moment, their twinkle a captivating sight. Your mother used to tell you tall tales of long dead warriors descended from the starry expanse; legends have it that, eons ago, the very first member of your bloodline, able to weave Aether, had traveled forth from worlds unknown, built Arcadie from the ground up, and defended it from its enemies with their almighty powers. Depending on who was telling the tale, it was either a young man with a red scarf, having mastery over all elements; or a ravishingly beautiful woman, long blond hair flowing in the wind as she rained down lightning from the skies; some even preferred the version with two twin siblings, fighting in tandem and as elegant on the battlefield than in the ballroom. <ul> <li>[[You thought it all sounded rather silly.->Ch07_Will_02]]</li> <li>[[There were entertaining tales, but just that; tales.->Ch07_Will_02]]</li> <li>[[Maybe there was a nugget of truth in there, somewhere.->Ch07_Will_02]]</li> </ul>

"I apologize for not being able to speak longer; I must get ready to leave." <ul> <li>[[″Can I go with you?″->Ch07_12a]]</li> <li>[[″Do you really need to go in person?″ I ask, uneasy.->Ch07_12b]]</li> <li>[[″Going yourself is a bad idea. What are we supposed to do without you?″->Ch07_12c]]</li> <li>[["″Good luck, " + $c_sir + " Cyril.″"->Ch07_12d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Can I go with you?" The smile that spreads on $c_his lips is as amused as it is disbelieving. "While I'm sure that finding you in the field would make Stanislas's men very happy, it would have the polar opposite effect on us." $c_His smile falls, and $c_he adds, taking a step closer to you, "Stanislas may not go out of his way for me, but he definitely will to get to you." <ul> <li>[[″Do you really need to go in person?″ I ask, uneasy.->Ch07_12b]]</li> <li>[[″Going yourself is a bad idea. What are we supposed to do without you?″->Ch07_12c]]</li> <li>[["″Good luck, " + $c_sir + " Cyril.″"->Ch07_12d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Do you really need to go in person?" you ask, an uneasy feeling twisting your stomach. $c_He blinks once. "As I told Ariana, it's part of my role. Besides, it's the quickest way for me to ascertain the situation." "But, what if something were to happen to you?" $c_He seems to consider it a moment, and suddenly, $c_his face lights up. "Are you worried about me, Your Highness?" <<include Ch07_13>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Going yourself is a bad idea," you object. $c_His gaze turns inquisitive, and $c_he blinks at you, once. "How so?" "What if something happens to you?" You motion around, frustrated by your helplessness. "What are we supposed to do without you?" $c_He seems to consider it a moment, and suddenly, $c_his face lights up. "Are you worried about me, Your Highness?" <<include Ch07_13>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Good luck, $c_sir Cyril." $c_He smiles, and gives a swift nod. "Thank you, Your Highness," $c_he says before departing. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

<ul> <li>[[″Of course. You're an asset to the Kingdom.″->Ch07_13a]]</li> <li>[[″Of course I am worried about you.″->Ch07_13b]]</li> <li>[[″I... suppose I am.″->Ch07_13c]]</li> <li>[[I feel myself growing hot. ″I... Yes, I am worried about you.″->Ch07_13d]]</li> <li>[[″Yes... because you're an asset to the Kingdom!″ I stammer out.->Ch07_13e]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″Of course not.″"->Ch07_13g]]</li> <li>[[″Of course not. I'm only being pragmatic.″->Ch07_13f]]</li> <li>[[I'm caught off guard, and don't know what to reply.->Ch07_13h]]</li> </ul>

"Of course. You're an asset to the Kingdom." "I'm flattered you think so," $c_he replies smoothly. "In any case, thank you for your concern." $c_He moves away. "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he departs. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>>"Of course I am worried about you," you say sincerely. <<include Ch07_14>>

"I… suppose I am," you admit. <<include Ch07_14>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>>You feel your neck and face growing hot, but you manage to stammer out, "I… Yes, I am worried about you," and Cyril's smile crinkles the corner of $c_his eyes. "I am very flattered." <<include Ch07_14>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>>"I… Yes, I am worried," you say, and Cyril looks at you knowingly, a slow smile crinkling $c_his eyes. "Because!" you quickly add, neck and face growing hot, "Because you—you're an asset to the Kingdom, we can't afford to lose you!" "I'm flattered you'd think so," $c_he replies smoothly. <<include Ch07_14>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"Of course not." You shake your <<if $hair_length == "long">>head, your $hair_color hair spilling forward, over your shoulder.<<else>>head.<</if>> "I'm only being pragmatic." "Well, in any case, I thank you for your concern." $c_He moves away. "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he departs. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Of course not," you deny, but $c_his smile somehow grows wider. "Well, in any case, I thank you for your concern." $c_He moves away. "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he departs, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

You're stunned, can't come up with a reply, and Cyril's smile only grows wider. "Well, in any case, I thank you for your concern." $c_He moves away. "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he departs, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<if $aff_cyril < 50>>$c_His gaze lingers on you a moment, and whatever thought passes through $c_his mind at that instant, $c_he shakes it away with a fleeting frown. "Thank you for your concern. I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he departs. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center><<else>>$c_His gaze lingers on you, tender and pensive, and there is a twinkle in $c_his eyes when $c_he eventually asks, "Would you grant me a favor, Your Highness?" $c_He smoothly steps forward, nearly closing the gap between you, and <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>his voice is a little lower-pitched<<else>>her voice is a little higher-pitched<</if>> as $c_he says, "If I knew you were keeping me in your thoughts while I was away, it would make me that much more eager and determined to come back safe and sound." Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that $c_his hand is only a few inches away from yours, as if $c_he'd stopped $c_himself short of reaching for it. <ul> <li>[["I take " + $c_his + " hand."->Ch07_14a]]</li> <li>[["I slide my hand inside of " + $c_his_p + "."->Ch07_14b]]</li> <li>[[″I'll keep you in my thoughts, then.″->Ch07_14c]]</li> <li>[[I nod, finding it hard to speak.->Ch07_14d]]</li> <li>[[″In that case, I'll be thinking about you all day, and all night long.″->Ch07_14e]]</li> <li>[[I step back. ″I'm afraid that's a favor I cannot grant.″->Ch07_14g]]</li> <li>[[I shake my head dismissively. ″I have more important things to think about.″->Ch07_14f]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $flirt_cyril += 2>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $ch7_take_hand = true>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>Your fingers reach out, grazing a moment against $c_his_p before you grasp them in a careful hold. $c_He glances down $c_his arm, then back into your eyes. <ul> <li>[[″I'll keep you in my thoughts, then.″->Ch07_14c]]</li> <li>[[I nod, finding it hard to speak.->Ch07_14d]]</li> <li>[[″I'll be thinking about you all day, and all night long.″->Ch07_14e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $flirt_cyril += 2>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $ch7_take_hand = true>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>Your fingers reach out, grazing a moment against $c_his_p before you slide them inside $c_his hand. It closes around you in a careful hold. $c_He glances down $c_his arm, then back into your eyes. <ul> <li>[[″I'll keep you in my thoughts, then.″->Ch07_14c]]</li> <li>[[I nod, finding it hard to speak.->Ch07_14d]]</li> <li>[[″I'll be thinking about you all day, and all night long.″->Ch07_14e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-5)>><<set $ch7_think_cyril = true>>"I'll keep you in my thoughts, then." You linger a moment, locked in place by each other's gaze<<if $ch7_take_hand == true>> and your linked hands,<</if>> but $c_he eventually steps back.<<if $ch7_take_hand == true>> Your palm feels colder when $c_his fingers leave yours.<</if>> <<if $ch7_take_hand == false>>"I'll be seeing you soon, then." $c_His smile is wide, sincere, and $c_he fully steps back.<<else>>"I'll be seeing you soon, then." $c_His smile is sincere.<</if>> "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he strides away, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>><<set $ch7_think_cyril = true>>You give a swift nod. You linger a moment, locked in place by each other's gaze <<if $ch7_take_hand == true>>and your linked hands, <</if>>but $c_he eventually steps <<if $ch7_take_hand == true>>back, and your palm feels colder when $c_his fingers leave yours.<<else>>back.<</if>> <<if $ch7_take_hand == false>>"I'll be seeing you soon, then." $c_His smile is wide, sincere, and $c_he fully steps back.<<else>>"I'll be seeing you soon, then." $c_His smile is sincere.<</if>> "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he strides away, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $ch7_think_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>"In that case, rest assured that I'll be thinking about you all day…" Your tone turns suggestive. "…And all night long." "Those are sweet words." Cyril's gaze flutters momentarily down to your lips. "And sweeter moments still to look forward to." You linger a moment, locked in place by each other's gaze <<if $ch7_take_hand == true>>and your linked hands, <</if>>but $c_he eventually steps <<if $ch7_take_hand == true>>back, and your palm feels colder when $c_his fingers leave yours.<<else>>back.<</if>> <<if $ch7_take_hand == false>>"I'll be seeing you soon, then." $c_His smile is wide, sincere, and $c_he fully steps back.<<else>>"I'll be seeing you soon, then." $c_His smile is sincere.<</if>> "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he strides away, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>You shake your head dismissively. "I have more important things to think about." "Of course." $c_He huffs out a soft laugh. "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he strides away, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

You put a step's distance between the two of you. "I'm afraid that's a favor I cannot grant." "Of course. I understand." $c_He smiles anyway. "I must go now. Goodbye, Your Highness." After a respectful nod, $c_he strides away, and as you watch $c_him go, your heart feels heavier, somehow. <center><<button [[Several Hours Later...|Ch07_Will_01]]>><</button>></center>

While you've been contemplating the firmament, the air has turned somewhat chilly, but not enough for you to feel cold, except at the very ends of your fingertips. The courtyard is mostly silent around you, soldiers retiring to the barracks for the night; only those on guard duty remain, walking slowly through their patrol routes, chattering only in hushed tones. One lone figure catches your attention; hands behind $w_his back, $wilfred is going around the courtyard, speaking with the soldiers. $w_He ambles closer, coming to a stop near you. "$mcname_will," $w_he says, adding after a beat, "Good evening." <<if $diplomatic > 50 or $friendly > 50>>"Good evening, $mcwill."<<else>>You nod.<</if>> <<if $aff_will < 40>>$w_He watches you a moment, gives you a swift nod, then moves along, resuming $w_his walk. <ul> <li>[["I ask to join " + $w_him + "."->Ch07_Will_02a]]</li> <li>[["I'm not interested in joining " + $w_him "."->Ch07_Will_02b]]</li> </ul><<else>>"I'm patrolling the fort," $w_he states. "Why don't you join me?" <ul> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch07_Will_02c]]</li> <li>[[″No, thank you.″->Ch07_Will_02d]]</li> <li>[[″Certainly not.″->Ch07_Will_02e]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>You quickly catch up to $w_him. <<if playful > 50>>"$mcwill, you don't mind me joining you, do you?"<<else>>"$mcwill, I'll join you on your walk."<</if>> $w_he casts a glance at you, not objecting. <<include Ch07_Will_03>>

You prefer enjoying the quiet of the night on your own. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Alright." $w_He nods and resumes walking. You quickly fall into step with $w_him. <<include Ch07_Will_03>>

You shake your head. "No, thank you." "Good night then, $mcname_will." $w_He leaves you to your silent contemplation of the night sky. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Certainly not." "Good night then, $mcname_will." $w_He leaves you to your silent contemplation of the night sky. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_01]]>><</button>></center>

"One of Cyril's lieutenants usually makes the rounds," $w_he explains, unbidden, "but it's good to check on the troops yourself, from time to time." <ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03a")>><li>[[″I'm surprised Ariana's not with you.″->Ch07_Will_03a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03b")>><li>[[″Any news of Cyril?″->Ch07_Will_03b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_04]]</li> </ul>

<<set $FirstTime = false>><<set $late = false>>You wake up with a start, and for a hazy second, your mind frantically scrambles to figure out what tore you out of your slumber. There is loud shouting coming from the courtyard beyond your window, disturbing the quiet of the early morning. It is not distressed shouting, however, but more of a loud announcement, meant to stir the garrison into, perhaps not action, but at least wakefulness. It seems to have been effective at that, seeing as you're now fully awake. <ul> <li>[[I linger in bed for a moment.->Ch08_01a]]</li> <li>[[I hastily get dressed and go outside to see what's happening.->Ch08_01b]]</li> <li>[[I take time getting dressed before going outside.->Ch08_01c]]</li> </ul>

"I'm surprised Ariana's not with you," you note. $w_He glances at you. "She doesn't need me by her side all day long. We're not joined at the hip." <<if $playful > 50>>"Could have fooled me," you say with a teasing smile.<<else>>"I didn't say you were, but now that you mention it…"<</if>> $wilfred lets out a short breath. <<if $ch4_will_asked_love == true>>"I already told you. I <<else>>"I <</if>>have nothing but the utmost respect and consideration for your <<if $aff_will < 60 or $flirt_will == 0>>sister."<<else>>sister. Beyond that, my feelings are my own."<</if>> <<if hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03a") && hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03b") == true>><<include Ch07_Will_04>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03a")>><li>[[″I'm surprised Ariana's not with you.″->Ch07_Will_03a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03b")>><li>[[″Any news of Cyril?″->Ch07_Will_03b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_04]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"Any news of $c_sir Cyril?" $w_He quickly shakes $w_his head. "I don't expect to hear anything before the morn." $w_He meets your eyes, and $w_his expression is mostly placid. "You needn't worry about Cyril. $c_He won't endanger $c_himself if $c_he can at all avoid it." "That's not exactly reassuring." "Perhaps, but it is the truth." <<if hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03a") && hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03b") == true>><<include Ch07_Will_04>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03a")>><li>[[″I'm surprised Ariana's not with you.″->Ch07_Will_03a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch07_Will_03b")>><li>[[″Any news of Cyril?″->Ch07_Will_03b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_04]]</li> </ul><</if>>

You come to a stop near the hearth of the forge, now extinguished. Its embers are vacillating red specks twinkling in the dark. Still, the night is not as cold in its vicinity. $w_He observes it thoughtfully, takes a few unhurried steps towards it. $w_He extends $w_his right arm tentatively, as if to touch the warmer air. "I must have gotten used to the warmth of the south," you hear $w_him ponder, and there is a slight sour edge to $w_his voice. <ul> <li>[[″You're originally from the north, aren't you?″->Ch07_Will_04a]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_05]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"You're originally from the north, aren't you?" $w_He looks back at you, surprised you heard $w_him. "I am. I was born and raised in Einberg, near our border with Kalltland." <ul> <li>[[″Weren't you Commander in the North, two years ago?″->Ch07_Will_04b]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_05]]</li> </ul>

$w_He next stops near the stables, and takes a peek inside. You spot your horse near the entrance. When you look back towards $w_him, $w_he stands motionless, $w_his blue eyes trained on you. "Do you miss your life at the castle?" As soon as the question has left $w_his lips, $w_his pensive eyes trail elsewhere. <ul> <li>[[″I miss my parents.″->Ch07_Will_05a]]</li> <li>[[″I miss the peace.″->Ch07_Will_05b]]</li> <li>[[″I miss my freedom.″->Ch07_Will_05c]]</li> <li>[[″No, I don't miss it.″->Ch07_Will_05d]]</li> </ul>

"Weren't you Commander in the North, two years ago?" $w_He starts walking again, and you follow by $w_his side. "I was, for five years," $w_he replies. "Most of that time was spent fighting off Kalltland's incursions. It's only near the end of my tenure that I was granted enough resources to go on the offensive. We managed to drive them away from the border, but overall, it was only mildly successful." $w_His gait is slower now, perhaps because most of $w_his focus has been drawn inward, lost in $w_his memories. "Kalltlanders are relentless, I'll give them that," $w_he says, and the scorn in $w_his voice is unmissable. "But once they realize defeat is near, they always end up retreating to their underground cities, like rats with their tails between their legs." $w_He glances your way. "Their cities are hidden deep underground, burrowed in the snow," $w_he explains. "I did manage to track them there, but our supplies didn't allow us to withstand the freezing cold long enough for a siege." <ul> <li>[[″Why did Stanislas become Commander in the North instead of you, then?″->Ch07_Will_04c]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_05]]</li> </ul>

"Why did Stanislas become Commander in the North instead of you, then?" $w_His expression does not give much away. "Stanislas was originally in charge of the south. But he kept trying to reason with the tribes instead of bringing them back in line." $w_He faces forward again and brings $w_his hands up, crossing $w_his arms. "Your mother thought it was time to try a different approach with Kalltland, since we were at a standstill after years of war; and dealing with the tribes definitely warranted a more forceful approach." <ul> <li>[[″Why do you think Stanislas really turned against us?″->Ch07_Will_04d]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch07_Will_05]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"Why do you think Stanislas really turned against us?" $w_He doesn't immediately reply, and you walk in silence for a moment. "I don’t know," $w_he says eventually. "Perhaps something changed him while he was in Kalltland; perhaps the Kalltlanders offered him some sort of deal. Or perhaps he was always going to turn against Arcadie, and it was only a matter of time before he did." $w_He shakes $w_his head. "The crux of the matter is: it doesn't matter. Stanislas is now the enemy. We don’t need to make it more complicated than that." <<include Ch07_Will_05>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>> "I miss my parents." $w_He nods solemnly. "I'm sorry you've lost so much in so little time," $w_he says, still not looking at you. "Stanislas will pay for what he's done, but it won't be bringing anything nor anyone back." $w_He resumes walking, slowly until you've caught up to $w_him. <<include Ch07_Will_06>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>> "I miss the peace." "Arcadie is seldom at peace. But, if there is a silver lining to be found here, it is that you've had a peaceful life until now," $w_he says, still not looking at you. "Stanislas will pay for what he's done, but it won't be bringing anything nor anyone back." $w_He resumes walking, slowly until you've caught up to $w_him. <<include Ch07_Will_06>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>> "I miss my freedom." "You're freer than most," $w_he says, still not looking at you. "Stanislas will pay for what he's done, but it won't be bringing anything nor anyone back." $w_He resumes walking, slowly until you've caught up to $w_him. <<include Ch07_Will_06>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"No, I don't." "Stanislas will pay for what he's done, but it won't be bringing anything nor anyone back." $w_He resumes walking, slowly until you've caught up to $w_him. <<include Ch07_Will_06>>

As you walk in companionable silence, an idle question forms itself into your mind. <ul> <li>[[″Do you have anyone waiting for you, back home?″->Ch07_Will_07]]</li> <li>[["Whether " + $w_he + " is attached or not doesn't matter to me enough to ask."->Ch07_Will_End]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch7_ask_will_single = true>>$w_He stares at you for a beat, brows drawn slightly together in a questioning frown. "Why do you ask?" <ul> <li>[[″Just curious.″->Ch07_Will_07a]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″Just curious.″ I do care about the answer, but I'd rather not admit it."->Ch07_Will_07a][$flirt_will += 1, $interest_will = true]]</li> <li>[[″I ask because I'm interested in you.″->Ch07_Will_07b]]</li> </ul>

$w_He stops in the middle of the courtyard, watches as a soldier passes by, then turns towards you. "It's getting rather late—and cold," $w_he declares. "I'll accompany you back to your room, if you wish." <ul> <li>[[″I would appreciate it.″->Ch07_Will_09a]]</li> <li>[["I give " + $w_him + " a sly smile. ″Only if you intend to not stop at the door.″"->Ch07_Will_09b]]</li> <li>[[″It's alright, I'll go back by myself.″->Ch07_Will_9c]]</li> </ul>

"Just curious." $w_His eyes linger on you a moment longer, before turning back towards the path ahead. "Home is where the battlefield is," $w_he muses. "But to answer your question; no, no one is waiting for me, and I wouldn't want anyone to." <<include Ch07_Will_08>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-20)>><<set $interest_will = true>><<set $clear = true>>"I ask because I'm interested in you." $w_His eyes are rounder when they meet yours. "I am romantically unattached," $w_he declares, rushing to add, "but I am not interested—" $w_He stops, waves a quick hand in front of $w_him. "Not in you, specifically—I am not interested in romance as a whole." <<include Ch07_Will_08>>

"Why not?" "I've had to announce their spouse's death to enough widows and widowers as it is. If I can help it, I'd rather avoid bringing that pain on anyone else." <ul> <li>[[″That's a rather grim point of view.″->Ch07_Will_08a]]</li> <li>[[″I hadn't thought of it that way...″->Ch07_Will_08b]]</li> <li>[[″Death will come for all of us. That's no reason to not live life to the fullest.″->Ch07_Will_8c]]</li> <li>[[″Who said anything about marriage? You could enjoy some company, without commitment.″->Ch07_Will_8d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $influence_will += 1>>"That's a rather grim point of view." <<include Ch07_Will_09>>

"I hadn't thought of it that way…" <<include Ch07_Will_09>>

<<set $influence_will += 1>>"Death will come for all of us. That's no reason to not live life to the fullest." <<include Ch07_Will_09>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"Who said anything about marriage? You could enjoy some company, without commitment." $w_He casts a disinterested glance your way. <<include Ch07_Will_09>>

"I am one of the Commanders of your armies. My reason for being is to fight for Arcadie on the battlefield." $w_His eyes glimmer in the night as $w_he continues, "I don't expect to live long. But I will have devoted my life to a cause I believed in." $w_He stops in the middle of the courtyard, watches as a soldier passes by, then turns towards you. "It's getting rather late—and cold," $w_he declares. "I'll accompany you back to your room, if you wish." <ul> <li>[[″I would appreciate it.″->Ch07_Will_09a]]</li> <li>[["I give " + $w_him + " a sly smile. ″Only if you intend to not stop at the door.″"->Ch07_Will_09b]]</li> <li>[[″It's alright, I'll go back by myself.″->Ch07_Will_9c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+3)>>"I would appreciate it." "Let us go, then." You walk back together to the part of the fort holding your respective rooms, and exchange goodnight wishes before turning in for the night. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-10)>>"Only if you intend to not stop at the door," you say, a sly smile playing at your lips. The corner of $w_his mouth twists downward. "I'm afraid I'll have to rescind my offer, then. Good night, $mcname_will." $w_He walks away, and you leave the courtyard to retreat to your room. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_01]]>><</button>></center>

"It's alright, I'll go back by myself." $w_He nods. "Good night then, $mcname_will." You leave the courtyard and retreat to your room. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $late = true>>You linger under the covers, comfortable in their inviting warmth and cozy smell of soap, but the yelling outside doesn't subside, and soon you also start hearing hurried steps right outside your door. You reluctantly get out of bed, and change into your uniform before leaving your room. <<include Ch08_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>You jump out of bed, and swiftly change out of your nightgown and into your uniform; you're not certain your jacket's buttons are properly lined up, but that will have to do. <<include Ch08_02>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>><<set $late = true>>You sit up, stretch out your arms, and step into your uniform, making sure it is prim and proper, befitting the $prince that you are. <<include Ch08_02>>

There is a cold breeze in the courtyard; a layer of dew still suspended in the air clings to your skin and hair as you proceed under the dusty purple sky. Your breath is dimly visible as you walk, following the voices that lead you in the gates' vicinity. Horses and soldiers are standing around, and despite the barely rising sun, you make out a bright spot of blond hair, immediately recognizing Cyril.<<if $late == true>> Ariana and $wilfred have preceded you, it seems, as they're already crowding the Commander.<</if>> "Your Highness," $c_he says as $c_his weary gaze meets yours. It almost immediately flits back to the soldiers around $c_him. "Jonas, get a new reconnaissance team ready as soon as possible. The castle mustn't be left without surveillance." Half the soldiers file away after Jonas, and the other half remains, fussing over someone with a bandaged head. <<if $ch3_forttour == true>>You recognize Lieutenant Thomas, whom you met a few days ago. <</if>><<if $late == false>>"$c_sir Cyril!" you hear Ariana behind you. "You're back! What happened?"<<else>>"$c_sir Cyril, what happened?" Ariana asks.<</if>> $wilfred stands right beside her, <<if $will_gender == "female">>her long, loose chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders.<<else>>his freshly washed, still damp hair glistening in the dim sunlight.<</if>> "It would be best if Lieutenant Thomas told you himself," Cyril responds, $c_his hand steadying the aforementioned man. "Let's convene in the council room." <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_03]]>><</button>></center>

You proceed back inside the fort, through its long hallways barely lit by vacillating candles and the soft dawn light. Your boots' heels click loudly against the stone, waking up anyone who has not yet been stirred awake by the previous commotion. The soldiers stay outside as your group, comprised of Thomas, Cyril, $wilfred, Ariana and yourself, shuts itself inside the council room. The Aether chandelier casts an orange, conspiratorial glow around the space, and while the open curtains let some of the sunrise rays filter through, it's not enough to chase away the shadow of distress from Thomas's face. Cyril drags a chair out for Thomas, tugging it away from the table to plop it down in the middle of the room, and the Lieutenant lands heavily on it. The previously white bandage wound around his black hair is yellow and red above his right eye, and there is a crimson gash right at the edge of his jaw, but his brown eyes, while clearly sunken with fatigue, still shine with the energy of a determined man. The rest of you remain standing as he starts relaying the events he went through, hands on his knees, back slightly bent forward. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_04]]>><</button>></center>

"I believe you already know this, Your Majesty," he begins, locking eyes with Ariana and nodding respectfully. "I was taken captive by Stanislas's men yesterday morning, a few hours before noon. Three of Stanislas's men jumped us while we were on patrol, Philip and I. I faced them off to give a head start to Philip, allow him to run, but I was eventually overwhelmed." As was evident by his wounds. He links his fingers together, his gaze trailing to the stone floor. "I was taken before Stanislas." He pauses, brow furrowed, and Ariana crosses her arms. His right knee starts bouncing quickly as he resumes, "I fully expected to be tortured for information, then left to die." You can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallows. "Instead, he ordered that my wounds be tended to." His head shakes, and his clasp around his hands tightens. "I was treated with all the honors befitting a guest, rather than an enemy soldier." Ariana paces away, closer to the stone wall where a large painting has been hung. Arcadie's verdant landscapes have been exquisitely captured on the canvas, and the sunrise peeking through the windows casts lines of orange light across the green planes. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_05]]>><</button>></center>

Thomas doesn't resume speaking until the Queen's attention returns to him. "I was then brought back before him, in the… castle's throne room. The Kalltland envoys were still there, a man and a woman." Ariana scoffs, her arms still tightly crossed over her chest while she walks back towards the center of the room, and Thomas's eyes widen a moment. "Whatever were their names again?" she wonders. "Myskia and Vallmar," $wilfred recalls, distaste evident in $w_his voice. "Yes, they… introduced themselves," Thomas says. He touches his bandage, almost reflexively, and pushes it up a little, away from his eye. "Stanislas declared that…" He glances at Ariana again, and his leg stops bouncing as he regards her carefully, as if watching for any minute change in her expression. "He declared what?" Ariana asks impatiently. "He… He declared that he had nothing against the soldiers of Arcadie, or any ill will towards the Kingdom itself," Thomas replies. "That his war was against… against the Arcadie royal line, and not its people." His gaze drops to the floor again. "He said he wanted to usher in an era of peace and freedom, for the good of the people of Arcadie. That we, the soldiers of Arcadie, were all welcome by his side, free to join him at any time." He talks slowly, chancing careful glances at Ariana at the end of every sentence. "He said it was time we stopped waging senseless and selfish wars. That the royal family had made its people shed enough blood and tears, in the pursuit of glory, power, and greed." Thomas's eyes are glued to his feet now. When you turn to look at your sister, she's standing very still, very straight, her eyes boring into the man sitting a few paces away. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_06]]>><</button>></center>

"Lieutenant Thomas," Ariana says, words charged with the ire bubbling right below her false phlegm, and Thomas jumps, blinking quickly as he meets her icy gaze. "You sound quite taken with Stanislas." "I'm sure he's only relaying everything Stanislas said as accurately as possible," Cyril supplies, very calmly. "Knowing his exact rhetoric will allow us to efficiently refute it." Ariana says nothing for a beat. "Well. In that case, thank you for relaying all this information, Lieutenant," she declares, although she doesn't sound entirely convinced. "Of course, Your Majesty," Thomas says very quickly, unhooking his hands and wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs. As if remembering something, he slides a hand inside his jacket, and pulls out a white envelope from its inner pocket. "Stanislas asked me to give you this," he explains, standing to hand the item to the Queen. Cyril seizes it before Ariana does, and looks it over carefully. It is held closed by a blue wax seal, the color used by the Commanders of Arcadie in their correspondence. Cyril looks Ariana's way, and when she nods, $c_he breaks the seal and carefully unfolds the letter. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_07]]>><</button>></center>

"To Her Majesty, Queen Ariana d'Arcadie," $c_he reads in a clear, level voice. "That's a good start." Ariana balances her weight on her right leg, arms still crossed tightly, fingers digging into her biceps, and eyes riveted to Cyril as $c_he reads on. "I hope that Lieutenant Thomas has been returned to you safe and sound. I do not wish harm on the soldiers of our Kingdom, nor on its people. "I hereby peacefully ask for your surrender. Let Thomas be the proof that I am not after senseless bloodshed. "Upon your surrender, your parents' bodies will be returned to you, so that they can be buried according to your family's customs." "What?!" Ariana's arms return to her sides in a flash, and she tears the letter out of Cyril's grip. "Our parents' bodies?" she repeats, loudly, her voice a furious shrill. She marches towards Thomas, and he flinches back into his seat, wide-eyed. "What has he done with them?! Is he parading them around the castle? Did he cut off their heads, stick them on pikes? Answer me!" "I don't know!" His palms are up, and he looks about ready to pounce. "I didn't see them!" Ariana turns away, face red with rage. "I will rend him limb from limb!" she vows, striding across the room and opening the letter again. <ul> <li>[[″He deserves nothing less.″->Ch08_07a]]</li> <li>[[″Ariana, we have to get their bodies back!″->Ch08_07b]]</li> <li>[[″Ariana, don't let it get to you. Stanislas is just trying to rattle us.″->Ch08_07c]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing. I do not want to sound like I'm defending Stanislas.->Ch08_08][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5), $forgive_stan += 1]]</li> <li>[[I remain silent.->Ch08_08]]</li> </ul>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>"He deserves nothing less." She nods. <<include Ch08_08>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+3)>>"Ariana, we have to get their bodies back!" She nods. "We will. And whatever he's done to them, I will do to him tenfold." She focuses back on the letter. <<include Ch08_08>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $forgive_stan += 1>>"Ariana, don't let it get to you. Stanislas is just trying to rattle us." She barely turns your way. <<include Ch08_08>>

"Our differences can be resolved with minimal loss of life," she reads on with a mocking voice. "Let us turn, together, a new page in Arcadie's history. Should you surrender in the week, no harm will come to you or to your $brother. <<if $aff_stan >= 60 || $pacifist >= 60>><<set $forgive_stan += 1, $ch8_StanLetter = true>>"How magnanimous of him!" she scoffs, then abruptly stops in her tracks. She pulls the paper closer to her eyes, staring at it in silence. When she slowly resumes reading, her brow furrows deeper with every word she pronounces. "Please convey my warmest regards to $mcname_stan. $He is your best asset in the pursuit of a peaceful resolution." As she finishes reading, her voice is strained and incredulous. You suddenly find yourself the unwitting, new center of attention. $wilfred's expression is unreadable, and Cyril shoots you a round-eyed glance, right before Ariana explodes. "What in the world is this supposed to mean?!" Her furious eyes find you in an instant, letter crumpled in her fist. <ul> <li>[[″I have no idea!″->Ch08_08a]]</li> <li>[[″Your guess is as good as mine,″ I say calmly.->Ch08_08b]]</li> <li>[[″It means nothing. He's obviously trying to tear us apart.″->Ch08_08c]]</li> <<if $flirt_stan > 0>><li>[[″We did sort of have a 'moment'...″->Ch08_08d]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″I don't agree with Stanislas, but it would be ideal if we could resolve this peacefully.″->Ch08_08f]]</li> </ul><<else>>"How magnanimous of him!" she scoffs. <<include Ch08_09>><</if>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"I have no idea!" you reply immediately. "Really? He's talking about you as if you were his best friend!" she insists. "Stanislas's intentions are transparent." Cyril takes a smooth step forward, locking eyes with your sister. $c_His gaze is unwavering as $c_he continues, "It would serve his purpose rather well, if there were to be rumors that $mcname was on his side. Which, of course, is nonsense." Ariana's nose wrinkles a moment, and she looks back at you, letter still crumpled in her hand. But then, she breathes out, smooths the letter back out, and reads through it again. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_09]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"Your guess is as good as mine, Ariana," you say detachedly. "That's not good enough! Why is he talking about you as if you were his best friend?" she insists. "Stanislas's intentions are transparent." Cyril takes a smooth step forward, locking eyes with your sister. $c_His gaze is unwavering as $c_he continues, "It would serve his purpose rather well, if there were to be rumors that $mcname was on his side. Which, of course, is nonsense." Ariana's nose wrinkles a moment, and she looks back at you, letter still crumpled in her hand. But then, she breathes out, smooths the letter back out, and reads through it again. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_09]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"It means nothing, Ariana," you assure her. "Stanislas is obviously trying to tear us apart." <<if $aff_ariana < 40 || $ch4_injureariana == true>><<set $forgive_stan += 1>>"Which you've been doing just fine without his help!" she retorts. "Stanislas's intentions are transparent." Cyril takes a smooth step forward, locking eyes with your sister. $c_His gaze is unwavering as $c_he continues, "It would serve his purpose rather well, if there were to be rumors that $mcname was on his side. Which, of course, is nonsense." Ariana's nose wrinkles a moment, and she looks back at you, letter still crumpled in her hand. But then, she breathes out, smooths the letter back out, and reads through it again. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_09]]>><</button>></center><<else>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>Her eyes narrow, but she hums what you infer is agreement before she smooths the letter back out, and reads through it again. <<include Ch08_09>><</if>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10)>><<set $forgive_stan += 1>>"We did sort of have a 'moment'…" you recall pensively. "You had a <i>what</i>?" she repeats, disbelieving as she skirts closer. "<i>He killed our parents!</i>" "Stanislas's intentions are transparent." Cyril takes a smooth step forward, locking eyes with your sister. $c_His gaze is unwavering as $c_he continues, "It would serve his purpose rather well, if there were to be rumors that $mcname was on his side. Which, of course, is nonsense." Ariana's nose wrinkles a moment, and she looks back at you, letter still crumpled in her hand. But then, she breathes out, smooths the letter back out, and reads through it again. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_09]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-10)>><<set $forgive_stan += 2>>"While I don't agree with Stanislas, I do believe that it would be ideal if we could resolve this whole thing peacefully." <<if $ch3_peace == true>>"This crap again?!<<else>>"What?!<</if>> Do you even listen to yourself?" she snaps, disbelieving as she skirts closer. "<i>He killed our parents!</i>" "Stanislas's intentions are transparent." Cyril takes a smooth step forward, locking eyes with your sister. $c_His gaze is unwavering as $c_he continues, "It would serve his purpose rather well, if there were to be rumors that $mcname was on his side. Which, of course, is nonsense." Ariana's nose wrinkles a moment, and she looks back at you, letter still crumpled in her hand. But then, she breathes out, smooths the letter back out, and reads through it again. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_09]]>><</button>></center>

"$c_sir Cyril." She swivels back towards the blond Commander. "What will you do with Lieutenant Thomas?" Cyril doesn't immediately answer. "What do you mean, Your Majesty?" "He's obviously compromised. We can't have him spewing Stanislas's nice-sounding lies to the rest of the troops." $c_His gaze scrutinizes Ariana, then flits to a clearly alarmed Thomas then back again. "What are you suggesting?" "Put him in a cell," she replies, "for the time being." Thomas shoots up from his chair. "Your Majesty, please! I have never been anything but loyal to the Crown!" "Thomas, please settle down," Cyril says, treading closer to the Lieutenant. $c_He now stands between Ariana and Thomas, a physical barrier between the two, and you can't help but notice that there is something very deliberate in $c_his relaxed stance. "Your Majesty, I do agree that Thomas does need some rest away from the rest of the troops; but that rest should be had in his personal quarters, not in a cell." "He'd be able to chat with the castle staff, in his personal quarters," $wilfred chimes in, arms crossed. "Putting him in a cell is a much safer choice, until we've dealt with Stanislas." <ul> <li>[[″I agree, we should put him in a cell.″->Ch08_09a]]</li> <li>[[″I agree with Cyril; he should rest in his quarters.″->Ch08_09b]]</li> <li>[[″I disagree, we should let him go back to doing his job.″->Ch08_09c]]</li> <li>[[″Why don't we just... dispose of him?″->Ch08_09d]]</li> <li>[[I don't intervene.->Ch08_10]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>><<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>>"I agree, we should put him in a cell." <<if $pacifist >= 60 && $aff_cyril >= 60>>Cyril frowns in your direction for a fleeting moment, visibly surprised by your words. <</if>>"He will be well taken care of, of course," $wilfred says. "He is not a criminal." "In which case, he should not be treated as such," Cyril counters. <<include Ch08_10>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>>"I agree with Cyril; he should rest in his quarters." "And blabber out with the staff about how 'great' Stanislas is?" Ariana shoots back. "Certainly not." <<include Ch08_10>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>>"I disagree, we should let him go back to doing his job." "Are you that naive, little $brother?" Ariana shoots back. "Did you hear the way he was speaking of Stanislas?" <<include Ch08_10>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-20)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-10)>><<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>>"Why don't we just… dispose of him?" Cyril regards you with utter disbelief. "Whatever do you mean by that, Your Highness?" "We won't be 'disposing' of anyone," $wilfred shoots back, a deep line between $w_his brows. Ariana huffs out a short laugh, out of surprise or real amusement, you cannot tell. "Going a bit overboard there, little $brother." <<include Ch08_10>>

There is a short, tense lull in the conversation, that Thomas decides to break. "Commander Stanislas does speak the truth, after all. You're discussing my fate as if I weren't here, treating me and your men like pawns in your schemes." Cyril stares wordlessly at $c_his Lieutenant, and when Thomas opens his mouth to speak again, $c_he immediately cuts him off. "Thomas." There is an unspoken warning in Cyril's firm tone, and Thomas's mouth snaps shut, his eyes rounder. "Enough." Cyril turns to face Ariana. "Please forgive him, Your Majesty. He's been through an ordeal." Ariana fixes her eyes on the Commander a moment, then her green gaze flits to Thomas behind him. "Put him in a cell," Ariana says with finality. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_11]]>><</button>></center>

Ariana is the first to leave, $wilfred escorting Thomas out next, probably to a holding cell. When only you and Cyril remain, $c_he lets out a short breath, and $c_his hand disappears into $c_his blond locks as $c_he combs them out of $c_his face.<<if $aff_cyril >= 60>> "It could have gone worse," $c_he says to no one in particular. <<if $flirt_cyril > 0>>$c_His eyes, their honey color a touch duller, then meet yours in a tired gaze.<</if>><</if>> <ul> <li>[[″Are you alright?″->Ch08_11a]]</li> <li>[[″Do you think Thomas will be alright?″->Ch08_11b]]</li> <li>[[″You look like crap.″->Ch08_11c]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch08_12]]</li> </ul>

"Are you alright, $c_sir Cyril?" $c_His smile is small and fleeting. "I am. Or rather, I will be, after I've had a chance to rest." <<include Ch08_12>>

"Do you think Thomas will be alright?" "Of course." $c_His expression is somber, doesn't suit $c_him. "I'll personally be making sure of that." <<include Ch08_12>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"You look like crap," you remark. $c_He smiles wearily. "You have such a way with words, Your Highness." <<include Ch08_12>>

<<if $flirt_cyril > 0>>Hands on $c_his hips, $c_he quickly shakes $c_his head, as if to chase away $c_his obvious fatigue. "I apologize, Your Highness. I am in dire need of sleep." <</if>>$c_He walks to <<if $ch7_take_hand == true>>you and, with a soft touch to your arm, <<else>>you, and<</if>> accompanies you as you both head for the door. <<if $aff_cyril >= 60>><<set $date = false>>Hand on the handle, ready to open it, $c_he pauses a moment, and slides a glance your way. "Are you free this evening?" $c_he asks. <<if $flirt_cyril > 1 || $interest_cyril == true>>"I would love to have dinner with you."<<else>>"Perhaps you'd enjoy having dinner with me."<</if>> A smile spreads across $c_his lips as $c_he fully turns towards you, $c_his fingers not leaving the handle. "A nice meal, in good company, would be a welcome distraction." <ul> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch08_12a]]</li> <li>[[″I never say no to the prospect of good food.″->Ch08_12b]]</li> <li>[[″Are you asking me on a date?″->Ch08_12c]]</li> <li>[[″Of course. I would love to.″->Ch08_12d]]</li> <li>[[I'm taken aback, but I manage to stammer out, ″Oh. Um. Sure.″->Ch08_12e]]</li> <li>[[″No, but thank you for the offer.″->Ch08_12f]]</li> </ul><<else>><<set $mcname_cyril = "Your Highness">><<if $cyril_gender == "male">><<set $mccyril = "Sir Cyril">><<else>><<set $mccyril = "Lady Cyril">><</if>>You both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $ariana_leaves = false>><<set $whatA = false>><<set $NotTalking = 0>>The day reinforcements start arriving is a gloomy one, gray clouds blanketing the sky high above. Scarce sun rays manage to pierce through, casting a cool light on the swaying grass. You spot $wilfred in the distance, standing atop the ramparts, looking down as hundreds of soldiers pour into the fort's courtyard through the open gates. Cyril is busy supervising the intake of the new arrivals, careful to keep the whole process going as smoothly and orderly as possible. Names are noted down, barracks assigned and soldiers sent to their respective units. Ariana oversees the whole thing from the side, standing tall, arms crossed, next to you. "We'll be moving to retake the castle in seven days," she says, turning her head in your direction. "I hope you're ready for battle." <ul> <li>[[″Of course.″->Ch09_01a]]</li> <li>[[″I am ready. Are you?″ I ask, looking at her sideways.->Ch09_01b]]</li> <li>[[″I think you're ready enough for the both of us.″->Ch09_01c]]</li> <li>[[″Whether or not I'm ready is irrelevant.″->Ch09_01d]]</li> <li>[[″I don't think I am,″ I admit.->Ch09_01e]]</li> <li>[[I give a noncommittal shrug.->Ch09_02][$friendly to $friendly.fm(-5), $NotTalking += 1]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+2)>>"Alright." "Excellent. I'll be seeing you tonight, then. Please come find me in my study, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>>"I never say no to the prospect of good food," you say cheerfully. "That's a policy I can get behind. I'll be seeing you tonight, then. Please come find me in my study, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>><<set $date = true>>"Are you asking me on a date, $c_sir Cyril?" <<if $interest_cyril == false && $ch7_think_cyril == false>>$c_He blinks. "No. This is only a friendly invitation to dinner." $c_His gaze lingers on you, however, and $c_he adds, "Although, if you'd rather it be a 'date', we could make it so."<<else>>$c_His smile widens. "Perhaps I am."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″It's a date, then.″->Ch08_12c_1]]</li> <li>[[I manage to stammer out, ″Oh. Alright.″->Ch08_12c_2]]</li> <li>[[″I'll only accept if your invitation is purely platonic.″->Ch08_12c_3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"Of course. I would love to," you reply with a smile of your own. "Excellent. I'll be seeing you tonight, then. Please come find me in my study, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5)>>"Oh." You blink. Quick, you're supposed to give an answer. "Um." That's not an answer! "Sure." The corners of $c_his eyes crinkle as $c_his smile widens. "Excellent. I'll be seeing you tonight, then. Please come find me in my study, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>"No, but thank you for the offer." $c_His head tilts a fraction. "That's too bad. Well, I wish you a pleasant rest of the day, Your Highness." <<set $mcname_cyril = "Your Highness">><<if $cyril_gender == "male">><<set $mccyril = "Sir Cyril">><<else>><<set $mccyril = "Lady Cyril">><</if>>You both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

As agreed upon in the morning, when dinner time comes around, you go look for Cyril in $c_his study. You find $c_him sitting behind $c_his desk, presently invaded by stacks of parchments. $c_He greets you with a smile. "Your Highness. You're right on time." $c_He looks refreshed, $c_his cheeks rosy and $c_his complexion smoother. $c_He signs the document before $c_him, then puts $c_his pen down, standing up and walking around $c_his desk to come stand in front of you. "Let's go have dinner, then." <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_14]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>"It's a date, then." $c_His hazel eyes seem to shimmer as $c_he regards you with renewed interest, almost as if seeing you for the first time. "Excellent. Please come find me in my study tonight, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5)>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>"Oh." You blink. Quick, you're supposed to give an answer. "Um." That's not an answer! "Alright." The corners of $c_his eyes crinkle as $c_his smile widens. "Excellent. I'll be seeing you tonight, then. Please come find me in my study, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch8_cyril_dinner = true>><<set $interest_cyril = false>><<set $flirt_cyril = 0>>"I'll only accept if your invitation is purely platonic." $c_His smile turns perplexed. "Of course, Your Highness. We'll only be sharing a meal." "Alright." $c_He nods. "I'll be seeing you tonight, then. Please come find me in my study, a little before dinner time." With that, you both exit the council room and go your separate ways. <center><<button [[A Few Hours Later...|Ch08_13]]>><</button>></center>

Cyril's quarters are located only a short distance away from $c_his study. As you enter, you're greeted by a rectangular wooden table in the middle of a well-decorated room, a brightly colored sofa in its corner and a green, tall potted plant next to a closed door. There is an impassive man waiting inside, clad in black and white, his brown hair small ringlets against his forehead, and he bows respectfully as you enter. He takes his leave almost immediately, however. "Please, take a seat," Cyril invites you, pulling out a white cushioned chair for you, before going to the opposite side of the table. $c_He only sits down once you do. "I hope you've had a good day, what happened in the early morning notwithstanding." <ul> <li>[["″I did. Were you able to rest a little, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_14a]]</li> <li>[[″It's difficult to just forget about it...″->Ch08_14b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm fine. It would take more than that to faze me.″->Ch08_14c]]</li> <li>[[I nod, not overly keen to share my inner thoughts.->Ch08_14d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"I did. Were you able to rest a little, $c_sir Cyril?" "Only a little, but every little bit helps." $c_His subsequent smile is warm, $c_his cheeks dimpling as you look at $c_him over the dinnerware, white and rimmed with gold, set upon the table. <<include Ch08_15>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"It's difficult to just forget about it..." "I know, but let's focus on enjoying the meal, for now." $c_His subsequent smile is warm, $c_his cheeks dimpling as you look at $c_him over the dinnerware, white and rimmed with gold, set upon the table. <<include Ch08_15>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"I'm fine. It would take more than that to faze me." "Good to know." $c_His subsequent smile is warm, $c_his cheeks dimpling as you look at $c_him over the dinnerware, white and rimmed with gold, set upon the table. <<include Ch08_15>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>You nod noncommittally. "Let's focus on enjoying the meal, for now." $c_His subsequent smile is warm, $c_his cheeks dimpling as you look at $c_him over the dinnerware, white and rimmed with gold, set upon the table. <<include Ch08_15>>

<<set $wine = false>>You both watch as who you infer to be the butler returns, a dark wine bottle in hand. He shuffles over to Cyril's side, angles the bottle so as to allow $c_him to read through its label, and when the Commander nods, the man pours $c_him a glass, his wrist twisting expertly. "Would you like a glass as well, Your Highness?" Cyril asks. <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″ I've had wine before, and I enjoy it.->Ch08_15a]]</li> <li>[[″No.″ I've had wine before, and I dislike it.->Ch08_15b]]</li> <li>[[″Yes.″ I'm just being a courteous guest, but I don't really enjoy the taste.->Ch08_15c]]</li> <li>[[″Yes.″ I've never had wine, but I want to try.->Ch08_15d]]</li> <li>[[″No.″ I've never had wine, and I don't intend to try now.->Ch08_15e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $wine = true>>"Yes." The butler approaches, and pours red wine into the crystal glass to your right. You give it a taste, and it has a distinct aroma of raspberries and mulberries, dark and spicy. Its aroma transports you to an autumnal forest, the fragrance of truffles and fallen leaves hitting you as you swirl the liquid in your mouth, and it is smooth yet rich as you swallow. "It's quite good, isn't it?" Cyril raises $c_his own glass. "Let's drink to Arcadie's victory in the upcoming battle." <<include Ch08_16>>

"No, thank you." <<include Ch08_16>>

<<set $wine = true>>"Yes." The butler approaches, and pours red wine into the crystal glass to your right. You give it a taste, and it has the distinct acidic flavor you dislike, but you gracefully swallow it down anyway. Cyril's smile is true as $c_he raises $c_his own glass. "Let's drink to Arcadie's victory in the upcoming battle." <<include Ch08_16>>

<<set $wine = true>>"Yes." The butler approaches, and pours red wine into the crystal glass to your right. You give it a taste. You feel nothing for a moment, then an acidic taste hits you, stronger than you expected, and you squeeze your eyes shut reflexively. You manage to swallow it down anyway, ignoring the burning in your throat. Cyril smiles broadly. "Is this your first time having wine?" <ul> <li>[[Tell the truth.->Ch08_15d1]]</li> <li>[[Lie.->Ch08_15d2]]</li> </ul>

"No, thank you." <<include Ch08_16>>

<<set $stan = false>>$c_He swirls the wine around $c_his glass before taking a sip. The butler departs, closing the door behind him. "The taste takes me back," $c_he says. "Or perhaps it was all this talk of Stanislas this morning, but I distinctly remember the first time I had a glass of wine, or rather, a whole bottle of it." $c_His tone is suddenly amused. "We had just been accepted into the Southern Military Academy, and I had managed to rope $wilfred and Stanislas into raiding the wine cellar, while everybody else was asleep." <ul> <li>[[″You did? That seems unlike you.″->Ch08_16a]]</li> <li>[[″Stanislas? As in Stanislas Duval?″->Ch08_16b]]</li> <li>[["I let " + $c_him + " continue."->Ch08_17]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+2)>>You nod. "I'm sorry. Had I known, I would have picked some other type of liquor. Wine is an acquired taste, I suppose." $c_He raises $c_his own glass. "I'll drink to Arcadie's victory in the upcoming battle." <<include Ch08_16>>

You shake your head. "Well, it is an acquired taste, I suppose." $c_He raises $c_his own glass. "I'll drink to Arcadie's victory in the upcoming battle." <<include Ch08_16>>

"You did? That seems unlike you," you remark, "being a troublemaker." $c_He grins. "I suppose I have done my fair share of growing up, since then." <<include Ch08_17>>

<<set $stan = true>>"Stanislas?" you repeat, "as in Stanislas Duval?" $c_He blinks. "Yes. We were—all three of us—in the same class." $c_He considers you a moment, adding carefully, "Perhaps I shouldn't speak of this." <ul> <li>[[″No, it's alright. Please, continue.″->Ch08_16b1]]</li> <li>[[″I would rather not hear about him.″->Ch08_16b2]]</li> </ul>

"The liquor in the wine cellar was part of some older officer's personal collection. Between three bored eighteen-year olds, however, we managed to make quite a dent in it. "They didn't even catch us the first night, but eventually, we got sloppy. Drunk and discreet don't really go together. "We didn't get off scot-free, of course. The officer screamed at us until he was hoarse, and then screamed some more every time we'd burst out laughing while running around the yard as punishment." <<if $flirt_cyril == 0>>$c_His light laugh doesn't last long.<<else>>$c_His light laugh doesn't last long, but it colors $c_his cheeks in an endearing red.<</if>> "It feels like it all happened a lifetime ago." <<include Ch08_18>>

"No, it's alright. Please, continue." <<include Ch08_17>>

"I would rather not hear about him." "Of course. I'm sorry for mentioning him." <<include Ch08_18>>

$c_His pensive gaze drifts upwards, towards the ceiling, and $c_he sips more of $c_his wine. <ul> <li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li> <li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li> <li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul>

"How old are you, $c_sir Cyril?" "I am thirty years old," $c_he replies immediately. <<if $interest_cyril == true || $flirt_cyril > 1>>Watching you with a peculiar smile, $c_he adds, "I don't believe we're that far apart in age."<</if>> <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?" Cyril observes you a moment. "He was… personable." "Personable? How so?" "Our conversations tended to be interesting." $c_His gaze drifts away. "We weren't the closest of friends—that would have been him and $wilfred—but I enjoyed getting into idle debates with him." $c_He looks back at you. "Stanislas always was an idealist. Unfortunately, it's a trait he seems to have taken to its extreme." <ul> <li>[[″I wish there was a way to avoid an all-out war.″->Ch08_18b1]]</li> <li>[[″Maybe there is some truth to what Stanislas is saying.″->Ch08_18b2]]</li> <li>[[″Stanislas chose his path willingly, and he will pay for what he's done.″->Ch08_18b3]]</li> <<if $sword >= 50>><li>[[″An idealist. I look forward to proving him wrong—at the tip of my sword.″->Ch08_18b4]]</li><</if>> <<if $politics >= 50>><li>[[″What an ideal to fight for. Murdering my entire family for the sake of some illusionary peace.″->Ch08_18b5]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"Was $wilfred the same, back then?" "What do you mean?" "You know… Duty-driven and broody." $c_He nods with a grin. "That, $w_he was. Although, $w_he did also have quite the impulsive streak back then. Stanislas used to do a good job at talking $w_him down." <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

The door opens; the butler is back with the entrée. He lays the food down carefully, his motions measured and precise. You're served little tarts stuffed with mushrooms and rich cream, and they smell delicious. The butler departs just as he came; in silence. <<if $flirt_cyril < 2 && $interest_cyril == false>>You dine while discussing various topics; nothing of particular importance, both of you more focused on the richly flavored dish than your conversation. <<if $flirt_cyril > 0>><<include Ch08_skipquestions>><<else>><<include Ch08_PlatonicSkip>><</if>><<else>>As you take your first bite, Cyril stares at you from under $c_his blond eyelashes. "Your Highness," $c_he says. "Would you mind me asking you a few questions?" <ul> <li>[[″Not at all. Go ahead.″->Ch08_19a]]</li> <li>[[″Only if I get to ask you some, as well.″->Ch08_19b]]</li> <li>[[″I would rather eat in silence, if you don't mind.″->Ch08_19c]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>><<set $forgive_stan += 1>>"I wish there was a way to avoid an all-out war." "So do I, but please remember that Stanislas is keen on dethroning Ariana, by any means necessary." <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>><<set $forgive_stan += 1>>"Maybe there is some truth to what Stanislas is saying," you ponder. "Maybe our Kingdom is too war-hungry." Cyril's gaze lingers on you, $c_his right thumb rubbing at the back of $c_his other hand. "Do not let Stanislas's words get to you. He would see you dead to achieve his purpose." <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>>"Stanislas chose his path willingly, and he will pay for what he's done," you say decisively. "He will," Cyril simply replies. <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>>"An idealist," you repeat. Your gaze flits downwards, towards your now closed fists. "I look forward to proving him wrong—at the tip of my sword." "So does Ariana, I gather," Cyril simply replies. <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"What an ideal to fight for," you scoff. "Murdering my entire family for the sake of some illusionary peace." Cyril's gaze lingers on you, $c_his right thumb rubbing at the back of $c_his other hand. "Idealists tend to view the world in black and white. The truth is far more complex, however." <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_18a") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18b") == true && hasVisited ("Ch08_18c") == true>><<include Ch08_19>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18a")>><li>[["″How old are you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_18a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18b")>><li>[[″What kind of person was Stanislas, back then?″->Ch08_18b]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_18c")>><li>[["″Was " + $wilfred + " the same, back then?″"->Ch08_18c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch08_19]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Not at all. Go ahead." <<include Ch08_20>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Only if I get to ask you some, as well," you reply. "Of course. I am an open book." $c_He adds with a sly smile, "Most of the time." <<include Ch08_20>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>"I would rather eat in silence, if you don't mind." $c_His mouth twitches. "Of course." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

The butler eventually returns with the second course, roasted duck with an orange glaze, along with green peas, carrots, and fresh bread on the side. He takes his time serving each of you, starting with you. For a moment, you feel like you're back in the castle, slotted back into your old life, lavished in luxury, gifts and whatever your heart fancied. You eat mostly in silence, but Cyril idly remarks, as $c_he's halfway through $c_his plate, "Perhaps this is presumptuous of me, but <<if $diplomatic >= 60>>I really do enjoy your way of looking at the world. You handle conflict intelligently, trying to find compromises when possible. I admire that."<<elseif $friendly >= 60>>I have to say, the knack you have for befriending anyone is admirable."<<elseif $playful >= 60>>it is admirable, the way you manage to keep smiling even in the direst situations. It's good not to take life too seriously."<<elseif $playful <= 40>>I find truly admirable, how dedicated and dependable you are."<<elseif $emotional <= 40>>I really do admire your ability to remain calm in all circumstances."<<else>>I do believe you have many admirable qualities."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″Thank you.″->Ch08_Skip1]]</li> <li>[[I'm taken aback. ″I... Thank you.″->Ch08_Skip2]]</li> <li>[[I don't know what to say.->Ch08_Skip3]]</li> <li>[[″Oh, stop, you'll make me blush.″->Ch08_Skip4]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you. You have many admirable traits, as well.″->Ch08_Skip5]]</li> </ul>

<<set $sitnear = false>>You finish your meal, and while the butler takes care of clearing the table, Cyril invites you to sit on the pine green sofa. <ul> <<if $flirt_cyril < 2>><span style="color:grey; pointer-events: none"><li>You take a seat right next to Cyril.</li></span><</if>> <<if $flirt_cyril > 1>><li>[["You take a seat right next to " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_23][$sitnear = true, $flirt_cyril += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[You sit at a polite distance.->Ch08_23]]</li> <li>[[You don't sit at all; you'd rather the evening ended now.->Ch08_23end]]</li> </ul>

$c_He takes a bite of $c_his own dish, swallows before asking, "How was it, growing up with Ariana as your older sister?" <ul> <li>[[″Like always being second best.″->Ch08_20a]]</li> <li>[[″A lesson in humility.″->Ch08_20b]]</li> <li>[[″Frustrating.″->Ch08_20c]]</li> <li>[[″It had its good sides. I used to be able to do whatever I wanted with my time.″->Ch08_20d]]</li> <li>[[″I was happy enough. Ariana is a good sister.″->Ch08_20e]]</li> <li>[[″It was perfectly fine. Actually, I quite enjoyed it.″->Ch08_20f]]</li> <li>[[″Now that's a terrible question.″->Ch08_20g]]</li> <li>[[″Next question.″->Ch08_21]]</li> </ul>

"Like always being second best." $c_He nods pensively. <<include Ch08_21>>

"A lesson in humility." $c_He nods pensively. <<include Ch08_21>>

"Frustrating." $c_He nods pensively. <<include Ch08_21>>

"It had its good sides. I used to be able to do whatever I wanted with my time." "That's good to hear." <<include Ch08_21>>

"I was happy enough. Ariana is a good sister." "That's good to hear." <<include Ch08_21>>

"It was perfectly fine. Actually, I quite enjoyed it." "That's good to hear." <<include Ch08_21>>

"Now <i>that</i>'s a terrible question." "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer, of course." <ul> <li>[[″Like always being second best.″->Ch08_20a]]</li> <li>[[″A lesson in humility.″->Ch08_20b]]</li> <li>[[″Frustrating.″->Ch08_20c]]</li> <li>[[″It had its good sides. I used to be able to do whatever I wanted with my time.″->Ch08_20d]]</li> <li>[[″I was happy enough. Ariana is a good sister.″->Ch08_20e]]</li> <li>[[″It was perfectly fine. Actually, I quite enjoyed it.″->Ch08_20f]]</li> <li>[[″Next question.″->Ch08_21]]</li> </ul>

$c_He takes another bite, gaze meandering around the room before refocusing on you. "How was your relationship with your parents?" <ul> <li>[[″I loved them. I wish I had been able to spend more time with them.″->Ch08_21a]]</li> <li>[[″It was... cordial.″->Ch08_21b]]</li> <li>[[″It was a little distant. Their focus was mostly on Ariana.″->Ch08_21c]]</li> <li>[[″It was pretty bad, actually. I never listened to them.″->Ch08_21d]]</li> <li>[[I shrug. ″I stayed out of their way, and they stayed out of mine.″->Ch08_21e]]</li> <li>[["″You're quite the curious " + $c_man + ", aren't you, " + $c_sir + " Cyril?″"->Ch08_21f]]</li> <li>[[″Next question.″->Ch08_22]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $ch8_parent_relshp = "good">>"I loved them. I wish I had been able to spend more time with them." "I'm sorry," $c_he says. $c_He lets a moment pass before speaking again. <<include Ch08_22>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>><<set $ch8_parent_relshp = "distant">>"It was… cordial," you reply. "Cordial," $c_he repeats. "Yes." $c_He lets a moment pass before speaking again. <<include Ch08_22>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>><<set $ch8_parent_relshp = "distant">>"It was a little distant," you admit. "Their focus was mostly on Ariana." "I'm sorry to hear that," $c_he says. "A parent's indifference is a hard thing to live through." $c_He lets a moment pass before speaking again. <<include Ch08_22>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $ch8_parent_relshp = "bad">>"It was pretty bad, actually," you say. "I used to never listen to them." $c_He keeps watching you without a word. <<include Ch08_22>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>><<set $ch8_parent_relshp = "bad">>You give a small shrug. "I stayed out of their way, and they stayed out of mine." $c_He keeps watching you without a word. <<include Ch08_22>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"You're quite the curious $c_man, aren't you, $c_sir Cyril?" "Only when the topic warrants my interest," $c_he smoothly replies. <ul> <li>[[″I loved them. I wish I had been able to spend more time with them.″->Ch08_21a]]</li> <li>[[″It was... cordial.″->Ch08_21b]]</li> <li>[[″It was a little distant. Their focus was mostly on Ariana.″->Ch08_21c]]</li> <li>[[″It was pretty bad, actually. I never listened to them.″->Ch08_21d]]</li> <li>[[I shrug. ″I stayed out of their way, and they stayed out of mine.″->Ch08_21e]]</li> <li>[[″Next question.″->Ch08_22]]</li> </ul>

"I was also wondering." $c_He drinks a bit of wine before resuming, "Why did you decide to focus on the study of <<if $politics >= 50>> our Kingdom's politics?" <ul> <li>[[″It's a topic that interests me.″->Ch08_22a]]</li> <li>[[″Ariana is more interested in fighting than governing. Someone has to pick up the slack.″->Ch08_22b]]</li> <li>[[″It was either that or sword fighting.″->Ch08_22c]]</li> <li>[[″I didn't think I'd ever put it to actual use. It was just a hobby.″->Ch08_22d]]</li> <li>[[I shrug.->Ch08_22e]]</li> </ul><<else>>sword fighting?" <ul> <li>[[″Being able to defend yourself in a fight is vital.″->Ch08_22f]]</li> <li>[[″I wanted to be the best at something. Couldn't be Aether, so...″->Ch08_22g]]</li> <li>[[″It seemed like a fun past-time.″->Ch08_22h]]</li> <li>[[″It was either that or politics.″->Ch08_22i]]</li> <li>[[I shrug.->Ch08_22e]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"It's a topic that interests me." "We have something in common, then." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Ariana is more interested in fighting than actually governing the Kingdom. <i>Someone</i> has to pick up the slack." $c_He makes no answer to that. <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

"It was either that or sword fighting." "Sword fighting has its uses." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

"I didn't think I'd ever put it to actual use. It was just a hobby." "Hobbies can definitely come in handy." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

You shrug. "No real reason?" Cyril says. "That's alright. I was simply curious." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

"Being able to defend yourself in a fight is vital." "Indeed." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

<<set $involved to $involved.fm(+5)>>"I wanted to be the best at <i>something</i>. Couldn't be Aether, so…" "I did hear that you were quite the swords$man," Cyril says. <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

"It seemed like a fun past-time." Cyril regards you with a touch of perplexity, but refrains from commenting on your statement. <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

"It was either that or delving into the Kingdom's politics." "I must admit I lean towards the second option." <<include Ch08_skipquestions>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+2)>>"Thank you." $c_His eyes twinkle as $c_he smiles at you. <<include Ch08_PlatonicSkip>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"I…" you begin, surprised. "Thank you," you eventually say. $c_His eyes twinkle as $c_he smiles at you. <<include Ch08_PlatonicSkip>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5)>>You blink at $c_him, and $c_he smiles at you. <<include Ch08_PlatonicSkip>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Oh, stop, you'll make me blush." $c_His eyes twinkle as $c_he smiles at you. <<include Ch08_PlatonicSkip>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Thank you. You have many admirable traits, as well." $c_His eyes twinkle as $c_he smiles at you. <<include Ch08_PlatonicSkip>>

<<if $sitnear == true>>You sit a few inches away from $c_him.<<else>>You sit at the opposite edge of the sofa.<</if>> Soon, you're brought steaming cups of tea; it tastes minty, and you detect a note of honey, and an aftertaste of jasmine. You drink the hot beverage, partaking in some sweet pastries the butler brings along before wishing Cyril a good night, signaling the end of his service for the day, and Cyril thanks him. A moment of companionable silence passes, and Cyril seems rather content, hot cup clasped in $c_his hands. $c_His outstretched legs meet at the ankles, and $c_he lets $c_himself slump backwards a little, settling into the sofa's plushiness. <ul> <li>[[″Do you have any siblings?″->Ch08_23a]]</li> <li>[[″There is no need to keep referring to me as 'Your Highness'.″->Ch08_23b]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch08_24]]</li> </ul>

"I'll be taking my leave," you announce. Cyril blinks at you. "Alright. Thank you for the lovely evening, Your Highness." With that, you retreat to your room for the night. <<set $mcname_cyril = "Your Highness">><<if $cyril_gender == "male">><<set $mccyril = "Sir Cyril">><<else>><<set $mccyril = "Lady Cyril">><</if>><center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $ch8_siblings = true>><<set $ch8_gold = true>>"Do you have any siblings?" you ask. "I do. I have a younger sister, Elise, and a younger brother, Marc. Elise is in Arington, acting as our ambassador, while Marc is an officer in the Peacekeeping Force." "What about your parents?" "They keep themselves busy, administrating our gold mines." $c_He looks your way a moment, and clarifies, "The Lavignac family owns most of the mines to the west." "Doesn't that make your family one of the wealthiest in the Kingdom?" "It does," $c_he replies, the corner of $c_his mouth upturning. <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_23a") && hasVisited ("Ch08_23b")>><<include Ch08_24>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_23a")>><li>[[″Do you have any siblings?″->Ch08_23a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_23b")>><li>[[″There is no need to keep referring to me as 'Your Highness'.″->Ch08_23b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch08_24]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $mcname_cyril = $mcname, $mccyril = "Cyril">>"You can just call me by my name," you say. "There is no need to keep referring to me as 'Your Highness'." <<if $interest_cyril == true || $flirt_cyril > 1>>You see $c_him smile into $c_his cup, then pull it down to stare into it; $c_his eyes twinkle when they next land on you. <</if>>"Very well, $mcname."<<if $interest_cyril == true || $flirt_cyril > 1>> $c_He drawls it out a little, as if to taste the sound of your name in $c_his mouth before letting it roll off $c_his tongue.<</if>> <<if hasVisited ("Ch08_23a") && hasVisited ("Ch08_23b")>><<include Ch08_24>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_23a")>><li>[[″Do you have any siblings?″->Ch08_23a]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_23b")>><li>[[″There is no need to keep referring to me as 'Your Highness'.″->Ch08_23b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch08_24]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<if not hasVisited ("Ch08_23b")>><<set $mcname_cyril = "Your Highness">><<if $cyril_gender == "male">><<set $mccyril = "Sir Cyril">><<else>><<set $mccyril = "Lady Cyril">><</if>><</if>><<if $ch7_think_cyril == true>>"I almost forgot to thank you," $c_he suddenly says. "Here I am, safe and sound." $c_He gives you a charming smile. "All thanks to you keeping me in your thoughts." <ul> <li>[[″Glad to be of service.″->Ch08_24a]]</li> <li>[[″You don't actually believe I had anything to do with it, do you?″->Ch08_24b]]</li> <li>[[″You do tend to occupy my mind anyway, these days.″->Ch08_24c]]</li> <li>[[″Uh... You're welcome.″ I turn away, face growing hot.->Ch08_24d]]</li> <li>[[″Don't mention it.″->Ch08_24e]]</li> </ul><<else>><<include Ch08_25>><</if>>

"Glad to be of service." Cyril gives a nod, and returns to enjoying $c_his tea. <<include Ch08_25>>

"You don't actually believe I had anything to do with it, do you?" Cyril smiles. "I do actually believe that you did. More than you seem to think." $c_He then goes back to enjoying $c_his tea. <<include Ch08_25>>

<<set $interest_cyril = true>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>>"You do tend to occupy my mind anyway, these days." "Do I?" $c_He watches you with a smile, but soon returns to enjoying $c_his tea. <<include Ch08_25>>

<<set $interest_cyril = true>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(10)>>"Uh… You're welcome." You turn away, hoping to hide the heat overtaking your face. $c_He watches you with a smile, but soon returns to enjoying $c_his tea. <<include Ch08_25>>

"Don't mention it." Cyril gives a nod, and returns to enjoying $c_his tea. <<include Ch08_25>>

<<if $sitnear == true>>You notice $c_his free hand is lying idly by, easy for you to grasp, should you want to. <ul> <li>[["I take " + $c_his + " hand."->Ch08_25a]]</li> <li>[["While part of me wants to take " + $c_his + " hand, there is no way I could do it."->Ch08_25b]]</li> <li>[[Perhaps I do want to, but it's better if I don't.->Ch08_25c]]</li> <li>[[I'm not into hand-holding.->Ch08_25c]]</li> </ul><<else>>After a while, Cyril stands up in a fluid motion. <<include Ch08_26>><</if>>

<<set $interest_cyril = true>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>>$c_His skin is soft and smooth when you touch it, and $c_he doesn't move when you take $c_his hand in yours. When $c_he does turn to look at you, $c_his copper eyes' blinking is slower, and it feels like you're under scrutiny, your motives silently questioned. The warmth of $c_his hand radiates into yours, and the temperature rising in your body has probably something to do with the little smile Cyril gives you. After a beat, $c_he softly slides $c_his hand out of yours, and stands up in a fluid motion. <<include Ch08_26>>

<<set $interest_cyril = true>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>>You stare at $c_his hand a moment, lost in thought. As if feeling your gaze, Cyril turns to you, looking down at $c_his own hand then back up, $c_his eyes locking onto yours. $c_He watches you steadily, $c_his whole focus drawn forward, intently, solely on you; it is almost unnerving, the way $c_he seems to see through you, and you feel a pang of nervousness pressing on your temples, while your heart picks up its pace inside your chest. A warm smile blossoms on $c_his face, then, $c_his expression open and kind, and you blink, anxiety seeping away from you. After a beat, $c_he slowly turns away, and stands up in a fluid motion. <<include Ch08_26>>

After a while, Cyril stands up in a fluid motion. <<include Ch08_26>>

<<set $flirt = false>>You do the same, mostly on instinct, and stand opposite $c_him while $c_he regards you with a sincere smile etched on $c_his smooth lips. <<if $flirt_cyril < 2>>"Thank you for the company," $c_he says. "Let me take you back to your room; you probably need to rest."<<else>>"Thank you for the lovely evening," $c_he says, "and for your delightful company. Let me take you back to your room; you probably need to rest."<</if>> <ul> <li>[[″Yes, I do need to rest. Thank you.″->Ch08_26a]]</li> <li>[[″It's fine. I can find my own way back.″->Ch08_26b]]</li> <<if $flirt_cyril < 2>><li>[[Something—I'm not entirely sure what—anchors me in place.->Ch08_26c]]</li><</if>> <<if $flirt_cyril > 1>><li>[[I hesitate. I'm not sure I want to leave just yet.->Ch08_26d]]</li><</if>> <<if $flirt_cyril > 1>><li>[["I say nothing, just stare at " + $c_him + " intently. I don't want to leave just yet."->Ch08_26e]]</li><</if>> <<if $flirt_cyril > 1>><li>[[″I'd rather stay a little longer. The night is still young,″ I say meaningfully.->Ch08_26f]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"Yes, I do need to rest. Thank you." "Let us go, then." Cyril accompanies you back to your room and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"It's fine. I can find my own way back." "Alright. I wish you a good night, $mcname_cyril." With that, you return to your room for the night. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>Something—you're not entirely sure what—anchors you in place. You feel at ease, in $c_his company. $c_His silvery voice, $c_his soft smile, the smell of tea, the taste of roasted oranges; it all brings back a shade of normalcy you hadn't realized you craved. "Is everything alright?" $c_he asks, and there it is again; real concern in $c_his tone, in the small tilt of $c_his blond eyebrow. <ul> <li>[[″Thank you for inviting me.″->Ch08_26c1]]</li> <li>[[″I was just caught in a wave of nostalgia.″->Ch08_26c2]]</li> <li>[[″I feel at ease, in your company.″->Ch08_26c3]]</li> <li>[["I do feel at ease in " + $c_his + " company, but I'm not about to admit it out loud."->Ch08_26c4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $interest_cyril = true, $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>>As you fail to respond, $c_his eyes on you linger, searching and curious. <<include Ch08_27>>

<<set $interest_cyril = true>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-5)>>As you fail to respond, $c_his eyes on you linger, searching and curious. <<include Ch08_27>>

<<set $interest_cyril = true, $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10), $flirt = true>>"I'd rather stay a little longer. The night is still young," you say meaningfully. $c_His eyes on you linger, searching and curious. <<include Ch08_27>>

<<set $removejacket = false>><<if $flirt == true>>A smirk creeps over $c_his lips, even though, you can tell, $c_he tries to fight it off. Still, $c_he doesn't say anything, only keeps looking your way, as if watching for your next move.<<else>>$c_He says nothing, however, seems to wait for your next move.<</if>> When it fails to come, $c_his gaze flickers down to your lips, and when $c_he looks back up, there is something feline in $c_his usually soft eyes, $c_his pupils small pinpricks in the light brown <<if $flirt == true>>irises, shrank by focus and anticipation.<<else>>irises.<</if>> $c_His voice is low, silvery as $c_he asks, $c_his tone slow and very deliberate, "Is there anything else I can do for you, $mcname_cyril?" <ul> <li>[[″I'm... not sure.″->Ch08_27a]]</li> <li>[[″I...″ I can barely speak, heart pounding in my ears.->Ch08_27b]]</li> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_kissfirst][$shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10), $flirt_cyril += 2]]</li> <li>[[″Kiss me.″->Ch08_27d]]</li> <li>[[″Nothing at all!″ I hastily leave.->Ch08_27e]]</li> <li>[[″No. I should return to my room.″->Ch08_27f]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"Thank you for inviting me." "You're very welcome. You seem tired, though; we should go." Cyril accompanies you back to your room, and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"I was just caught in a wave of nostalgia," you admit around a sigh. $c_He gives a slow nod. "You seem tired. We should go." Cyril accompanies you back to your room, and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"I feel at ease, in your company," you admit. $c_His smile widens. "That's kind of you to say. My door is always open, in case you ever want to spend more time together." <ul> <li>[[Spending more time together. The prospect is... alluring.->Ch08_26c3a]]</li> <li>[["I'll never see " + $c_him + " as more than a friend. ″I should go back.″"->Ch08_26c3b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $slowburn_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>You glancing at $c_his honey-colored eyes turns into a stare, and $c_he blinks, a quick succession of $c_his eyelashes fluttering. "Is there anything else you need, $mcname_cyril?" $c_he asks, $c_his smile frozen across $c_his face. "No. I should go back." "Alright. I wish you a good night, then." With that, you return to your room for the night. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $slowburn_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>You glancing at $c_his honey-colored eyes turns into a stare, and $c_he blinks, a quick succession of $c_his eyelashes fluttering. "Is there anything else you need, $mcname_cyril?" $c_he asks, $c_his smile frozen across $c_his face. "No. I should go back." "Alright. I wish you a good night, then." With that, you return to your room for the night. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $lockedout_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = false>>"I should go back." "Alright. I wish you a good night, then." With that, you return to your room for the night. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"I'm… not sure," you admit. Cyril tilts $c_his head to the side, the motion making a couple strands of blond hair fall in front of $c_his eyes. "Let me take you back to your room," $c_he proposes, and starts heading towards the door. <ul> <li>[[″Wait.″->Ch08_27a1]]</li> <li>[["I catch " + $c_his + " arm."->Ch08_27a2]]</li> <li>[["I let " + $c_him + " take me back to my room."->Ch08_27a3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>>"I…" you begin, and your voice gives out. You feel prickles of tension in your back as $c_he moves closer. $c_He raises a hand, <<if $hair_length == "shoulder-length" || $hair_length == "long">>and a finger brushes against the side of your face, pushing a strand of your $hair_color hair back behind your ear.<<else>>and a finger brushes against the side of your face.<</if>> $c_His fingertips slide down along your jawline, tracing its shape with a soft touch and sending a shiver down your spine. <<if $cyril_gender == "female" && $mcgender == "male">>"Can I kiss you, $mcname?"<<else>>"Do you want me to kiss you, $mcname?"<</if>> $c_he asks, eyes riveted to your lips. $c_His question sends tendrils of panic and desire battling inside your mind, and while you try and grapple with your warring emotions, Cyril adds in a whisper, "I need a yes or a no." <ul> <li>[[″Yes,″ I manage to reply.->Ch08_27b1]]</li> <li>[[″No.″ I step back.->Ch08_27b2]]</li> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_kissfirst][$flirt_cyril += 2]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch08_27b3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 2>>"Kiss me." $c_He watches you a moment, then $c_his lips spread into a grin. $c_His tongue slips out, licking $c_his lower lip, and your eyes linger on the shininess left behind. <<include Ch08_kiss>>

<<set $lockedout_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = false>><<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>><<set $slowburn_cyril = true>>"Nothing at all!" you quickly say, before darting out of the room. "Good night!" "Good night," you hear $c_him reply in a singsong voice before you close the door. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $lockedout_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = false>>"No. I should return to my room." "Let me take you back, then." Cyril accompanies you to your quarters and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Wait," you say in a breath. Cyril stops, turning to face you. "$mcname_cyril," $c_he says, meeting your eyes. "Do you want something from me?" <ul> <li>[[″I...″ I can barely speak, heart pounding in my ears.->Ch08_27b]]</li> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_kissfirst][$shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10), $flirt_cyril += 2]]</li> <li>[[″Kiss me.″->Ch08_27d]]</li> <li>[[″Nothing at all!″ I hastily leave.->Ch08_27e]]</li> <li>[[″No. I should return to my room.″->Ch08_27f]]</li> </ul>

Your hand darts out, grabs at $c_his arm. Cyril freezes, looks down to where you're holding $c_him, and you let $c_him go. "$mcname_cyril," $c_he says, meeting your eyes. "Do you want something from me?" <ul> <li>[[″I...″ I can barely speak, heart pounding in my ears.->Ch08_27b]]</li> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_kissfirst][$shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10), $flirt_cyril += 2]]</li> <li>[[″Kiss me.″->Ch08_27d]]</li> <li>[[″Nothing at all!″ I hastily leave.->Ch08_27e]]</li> <li>[[″No. I should return to my room.″->Ch08_27f]]</li> </ul>

Cyril accompanies you back to your quarters and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $flirt_cyril += 2>>"Yes," you stammer out. <<include Ch08_kiss>>

<<set $lockedout_cyril = true>><<set $interest_cyril = false>>"No," you say, stepping back, and Cyril's hand slides off your face. $c_He blinks at you, then shoots you a bright smile. "Well. I believe it would be best if I accompanied you back to your room." $c_He walks you back to your quarters and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

You move closer, but a hand pressed to your shoulder stops you in your tracks. $c_He's grinning now, and $c_his tongue slips out to lick $c_his lower lip, and your eyes linger on the shininess left behind. The hand on your shoulder disappears, and $c_he smoothly moves forward, shrinking the gap between your bodies to a mere breath. <<set $ch8_cyril_kiss = true, $kiss_cyril = true>>The tip of $c_his nose brushes against yours. Cyril doesn't immediately try to make contact with your lips. $c_He seems to only want to take in your scent and warmth; $c_he must enjoy the sensation, from the small approving sound $c_he makes. The first touch of $c_his lips against yours is barely that; it is light as a feather, exploratory and curious, soft and slow and then, a languid press against the corner of your mouth that sends a warm jolt through you. $c_His motions are thoroughly unhurried; a hand sliding around your waist, the other over your cheek as you both savor the moment; fingers glide to the back of your neck, a soft stroke over your sensitive skin just as $c_his lips shift against yours, just as $c_he decides to deepen your kiss. Your heart pounds hard and you feel feverish; you taste sweet mint, smell <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>his ginger scent<<else>>her lavender perfume<</if>> as it swirls together with heady pleasure while your lips part and your tongues meet, tentative at first, soon enough passionate. $c_His fingertips drag through your scalp, pressing tingles into your skull, and $c_he lets out a small moan as you reciprocate $c_his touches. When $c_he breaks the kiss, $c_his eyes are darker, black pupils bleeding out into the hazel irises. <<include Ch08_PostKiss>>

<<set $lockedout_cyril = true, $interest_cyril = false>>Cyril's hand leaves your face, the gesture smooth and light, then shoots you a bright smile. "Well. I believe it would be best if I just accompanied you back to your room." $c_He does just that and, after wishing you a good night, politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

$c_He smoothly moves forward, shrinking the gap between your bodies to a mere breath. <<set $ch8_cyril_kiss = true, $kiss_cyril = true>>The tip of $c_his nose brushes against yours. Cyril doesn't immediately try to make contact with your lips. $c_He seems to only want to take in your scent and warmth; $c_he must enjoy the sensation, from the small approving sound $c_he makes. The first touch of $c_his lips against yours is barely that; it is light as a feather, exploratory and curious, soft and slow and then, a languid press against the corner of your mouth that sends a warm jolt through you. $c_His motions are thoroughly unhurried; a hand sliding around your waist, the other over your cheek as you both savor the moment; fingers glide to the back of your neck, a soft stroke over your sensitive skin just as $c_his lips shift against yours, just as $c_he decides to deepen your kiss. Your heart pounds hard and you feel feverish; you taste sweet mint, smell <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>his ginger scent<<else>>her lavender perfume<</if>> as it swirls together with heady pleasure while your lips part and your tongues meet, tentative at first, soon enough passionate. $c_His fingertips drag through your scalp, pressing tingles into your skull, and $c_he lets out a small moan as you reciprocate $c_his touches. When $c_he breaks the kiss, $c_his eyes are darker, black pupils bleeding out into the hazel irises. <<include Ch08_PostKiss>>

<ul> <li>[[I step back. I don't want to go any further than a kiss.->Ch08_PK]]</li> <li>[[I want more than just a kiss.->Ch08_28]]</li> </ul>

<<set $slowburn_cyril = true>>You blink, your quick pulse buzzing inside your ears, then you take a step back. Cyril's hands fall off of you, and $c_he only smiles, gaze still washed dark but steady and intent on you. <ul> <li>[["″Good night, " + $mccyril + ". Thank you for dinner and... everything else.″"->Ch08_PK1]]</li> <li>[[″That was... nice.″->Ch08_PK2]]</li> <li>[[″Does this change anything between us?″->Ch08_PK3]]</li> <li>[[″I should go.″->Ch08_PK4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $bedroom = false>>$c_He watches you expectantly, gaze washed dark, steady and intent on you. <ul> <li>[[I remain motionless, blood pounding in my ears.->Ch08_28a]]</li> <li>[["This could use less clothing. I unbutton " + $c_his + " jacket."->Ch08_28b]]</li> <li>[[On second thought, I should leave.->Ch08_28c]]</li> </ul>

"Good night, $mccyril. Thank you for dinner and… everything else." $c_He smiles. "No, thank <i>you</i>. Let me accompany you back to your room." Cyril takes you back to your quarters. $c_He lingers a little at the door, but eventually wishes you a good night, and politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"That was… nice." $c_He chuckles. "It was." $c_He straightens $c_himself. "Thank you again for the wonderful evening, $mcname_cyril. Let me accompany you back to your room." Cyril takes you back to your quarters. $c_He lingers a little at the door, but eventually wishes you a good night, and politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Does this change anything between us?" you ask. $c_His eyes on you are curious, inquisitive. "It would be rather strange if it didn't," $c_he remarks. "Although, in this matter, I am ready to follow your lead." $c_He straightens $c_himself. "Thank you again for the wonderful evening, $mcname_cyril. Let me accompany you back to your room." Cyril takes you back to your quarters. $c_He lingers a little at the door, but eventually wishes you a good night, and politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"I should go." $c_He blinks. "Let me accompany you back to your room, at least." Cyril takes you back to your quarters. $c_He lingers a little at the door, but eventually wishes you a good night, and politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>><<set $bedroom = true>>You don't move, blood rushing to your ears and face. Cyril's hand at your waist moves to your back, slides up between your shoulder blades, and pushes you forward, closer, flush against $c_him. $c_He whispers, breath hot over your skin, a loaded question, "Should we move to the bedroom, $mcname_cyril?" <ul> <li>[[Move to the bedroom.->Ch08_29]]</li> <li>[["[Fade to black] Move to the bedroom."->Ch08_29FTB]]</li> <li>[[On second thought, I should leave.->Ch08_28c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $bedroom = true>><<set $removejacket = true>>Your hand finds the first golden button at the front of $c_his jacket, right below $c_his slender neck. The fabric is velvet, soft and warm against your fingers, and the metallic button slips easily as you push it out of the horizontal opening. Cyril doesn't move, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you get to the next buttons, opening them deftly one after the other. They're all undone now, and you glimpse $c_his black undershirt underneath. <ul> <li>[["I watch " + $c_his + " reaction."->Ch08_28b1]]</li> <li>[["I remove " + $c_his + " jacket."->Ch08_28b2]]</li> <li>[[I stop and leave.->Ch08_28c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $slowburn_cyril = true>>"I should go," you say, taking a step back. "Oh. Alright." $c_He blinks. "Let me accompany you back to your room, at least." Cyril takes you back to your quarters. $c_He lingers a little at the door, but eventually wishes you a good night, and politely takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

You nod. Cyril's smile is lopsided, dimpling $c_his right cheek as $c_he <<if $removejacket == true>>moves slowly past you, grazing purposefully against you before reaching<<else>>lets go of you, and reaches<</if>> for the bedroom door. It's unlocked, and it easily slides open with a small metallic noise. $c_He lets you in first with an unhurried, inviting flourish of $c_his arm. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_30]]>><</button>></center>

$c_His bedroom is larger than yours, with an invitingly plush bed against the farthest wall, covered with white linen and fluffy duvets. There's a soft dark blue carpet on the floor, and a reclining leather chair right next to a neatly filled cabinet, a couple glass baubles interspersed between the books. The door closes audibly behind you, and you spin around; you watch as Cyril <<if $removejacket == false>>manages to unbutton $c_his jacket in one swift move, shaking it off $c_his arms in a single smooth gesture. $c_He then <</if>>pulls off $c_his black undershirt over $c_his head, tossing it unceremoniously to the side. It lands on the floor, in the middle of a dim pool of light cast by a round lamp on a nearby bedside table. <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>His chest is bare for you to behold, and naked in this way, it seems broader, somehow; you're reminded that, beneath the smiles and tenderness, Cyril is a soldier, an officer, a commander first and foremost; and you find yourself fixating on the undulation of his toned muscles right beneath the skin, as he strolls lazily towards you.<<else>>Save for a dark colored brassiere, her upper body is bare for you to behold, blond hair caressing her collarbones. Naked in this way, her shoulders seem broader somehow; it reminds you that beneath her smiles and tenderness, Cyril is a soldier, an officer, a commander first and foremost; and you find yourself fixating on the undulation of her hips as she strolls lazily towards you.<</if>> There is no hesitation in $c_his touch as $c_he leans into you, <<if $mcgender == "male" && $cyril_gender == "female">>hands flat on your chest soon crawling up to your shoulders.<<else>>hands snaking around your waist and bringing you closer.<</if>> Your bodies press together, and $c_he whispers in your ear, "$mcname. I want more of you. I want to feel you. I want to taste you." $c_His breath raises goosebumps on your exposed skin as $c_he adds in a murmur, "I want to make love with you." $c_He pulls back an inch, finds your eyes with $c_his own, and waits.<<set $beauty = false>> <ul> <li>[["I want " + $c_him + " to take the lead."->Ch08_30a]]</li> <li>[["I push " + $c_him + " towards the bed."->Ch08_30b]]</li> <li>[[Actually, I should leave.->Ch08_30c]]</li> </ul>

$c_He blinks slowly at you, but still doesn't budge, a tinge of amusement clear in $c_his glimmering, dark honey-colored eyes. There's also a touch of a challenge there, swirling like fire, reddening the apples of $c_his cheeks. <ul> <li>[["I remove " + $c_his + " jacket."->Ch08_28b2]]</li> <li>[[I stop and leave.->Ch08_28c]]</li> </ul>

You reach for its lapel, but $c_his hand closes around your wrist in a soft hold. "If this is going where I believe it is," $c_he says, voice languid, "I suggest we move to the bedroom." Your heart pounds faster, and heat rises inside you, a twinkle of excitement sending butterflies through your stomach. <ul> <li>[[Move to the bedroom.->Ch08_29]]</li> <li>[["[Fade to black] Move to the bedroom."->Ch08_29FTB]]</li> <li>[[On second thought, I should leave.->Ch08_28c]]</li> </ul>

Your shared gaze remains unbroken as $c_his hand slips off your <<if $mcgender == "male" && $cyril_gender == "female">>shoulder<<else>>waist<</if>> to land over your clothed stomach; it remains unbroken as $c_his fingers catch the first of the golden buttons of your uniform, as they make short work of them to finally lay your jacket open. Only then do $c_his eyes leave yours, as $c_he circles you, dragging the garment slowly off your arms. $c_He's behind you, now; $c_his fingertips sneak down your clothed back, pull up your undershirt to uncover a sliver of skin; just enough for $c_him to feel and touch, setting your nerve-endings alight. <<if $mcgender == "male" && $cyril_gender == "female">><<else>>$c_He holds you, hands over your midsection, and $c_he pulls you back, closer, flush against $c_him. <<if $hair_length == "shoulder-length" || $hair_length == "long">>$c_He nuzzles your hair out of the way, and the<<else>>The<</if>> kiss $c_he presses to the side of your neck sends a long, heady shiver throughout your whole being. <</if>>You're gently led to the bed, and you sit on the soft covers while $c_he slides the rest of your clothing off of you. $c_He stands in front of you, taking in your naked form, eyes glinting in the dim light, and slowly proceeds to unbuckle $c_his own belt, $c_his gaze not leaving your exposed body for even a second. <ul> <li>[[I feel vulnerable, instinctively try to cover myself.->Ch08_30a1]]</li> <li>[["I stand back up and undress " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_30a2]]</li> <li>[["I do nothing except stare right back at " + $c_him + "."->Ch08_30a3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch8_take_lead = true>>You press your palms flat <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>over his chest,<<else>>right above her chest,<</if>> grabbing $c_his shoulders and leading $c_him to the side, towards the bed. $c_He offers no resistance as you push $c_him on $c_his back, and $c_his smile is wide when you end up straddling $c_him. $c_He neither helps nor objects as you rid $c_him of the rest of $c_his garments, bites into $c_his lip when your hands happen to grace against the more sensitive parts of $c_his body. "What now?" $c_he asks, voice raw, and your answer is to kiss $c_him breathless. Making love to $c_him comes rather easily, your bodies interlocking like cogs. There is the occasional moment of awkwardness but $c_he shrugs it off with a joke or a laugh, and you soon forget yourself in $c_his soothing warmth and leisurely rhythm of your motions. For a moment, there is only you, $c_him and both of your rising pulses, caught in a steady rush of sensual pleasure. $c_He holds you when you reach your tipping point, doesn't let go as you ride the crashing wave of euphoria, kisses you as you try to catch your breath afterwards. <center><<button [[Later...|Ch08_AfterSex]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $slowburn_cyril = true>>"I should leave," you declare, taking a step back. "Oh." $c_He blinks quickly. "Alright." $c_He clears $c_his throat. "Have a good night, then, $mcname_cyril." You depart, returning to your room for the night. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $sex_cyril = true>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+10)>>You're lying under the duvet by Cyril's side, on the verge of dozing off in the warm, soft bed. Cyril is looking quite contented now, half-sitting against a big fluffy pillow, $c_his blond hair thoroughly disheveled. $c_He turns to look at you, cheeks still flushed and eyes a little softer. "Will you sleep here?" $c_he asks. <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch08_AfterSex1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, if that's alright with you.″->Ch08_AfterSex2]]</li> <li>[[″Do you want me to sleep here?″->Ch08_AfterSex3]]</li> <li>[[″No, thank you. I'll sleep better in my own bed.″->Ch08_AfterSex4]]</li> <li>[["″No, thank you.″ I don't want people seeing me coming out of " + $c_his + " room tomorrow."->Ch08_AfterSex5]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>><<set $beauty = true>>You fold a bit onto yourself, heart pounding so loud you wonder whether $c_he can hear it, too. $c_He kneels before you, and $c_his bright hazel eyes are sincere as $c_he whispers, "You're <<if $mcgender == "female">>so beautiful.<<else>>gorgeous.<</if>> Will you let me look at you?" <<if $mcgender == "female" && $cyril_gender == "male">>His hand finds yours, leading it away from your center, and $c_he asks, voice low and tender, "Is this your first time?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch08_30a1_a]]</li> <li>[[″No.″->Ch08_30a2_b]]</li> </ul><<else>>$c_His hand finds yours, leading it away from your center, and $c_he stands back up, pushes you down slowly onto the mattress. $c_He straddles you, hands on either side of your head. <<include Ch08_31>><</if>>

Just as you start to stand, $c_he pushes you back down onto the bed. "There's no need to get impatient," $c_he teases. $c_He straddles you, hands on either side of your head. <<include Ch08_31>>

$c_His belt falls to the ground with a metallic click, and $c_he moves forward, pushing you softly onto the bed. $c_He straddles you, hands on either side of your head. <<include Ch08_31>>

<<if $beauty == false>><<if $mcgender == "female">>"You're such a beautiful sight," $c_he whispers, and $c_his <<else>>"You're such a stunning sight," $c_he whispers, and $c_his<</if>><<else>>$c_His<</if>> right hand slides down your chest, soft strokes of $c_his fingers over your sensitive skin. $c_He kisses you, deep yet gentle, fingers combing through your hair, while $c_his other hand travels downwards, soon gliding against your inner thigh, settling exactly where you most crave it. The touch makes you jump, sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, and $c_he chuckles, letting go of your lips. "Sensitive, are you." $c_His voice is hot, right in your ear as $c_his fingers <<if $mcgender == "male">>curl around you, deftly stroking<<else>>press on, deftly caressing<</if>> you. Your body arches up against $c_his_p, but there's $c_his clothing, frustrating, still in the way. $c_He does not seem to be in any hurry to finish undressing, however, as $c_he slides down your body and replaces $c_his fingers with $c_his warm mouth on you. <center><<button [[Next|Ch08_32]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $FirstTime = true>>You swallow and nod. "Yes." Your response gives him a moment of pause. He watches you, something careful in his expression as he glides a finger against your cheek. "I won't do anything you do not want me to. I will stop whenever you want me to. You do know that, $mcname, don't you?" You nod again, and he rises only enough to press a hot kiss over your mouth. "Let me pleasure you in ways you've never experienced before, then, $mcname." $c_He pushes you down onto the mattress and straddles you, hands on either side of your head. <<include Ch08_31>>

You shake your head. "No." "Still. You do know that I won't do anything you do not want me to, that I will stop whenever you want me to; don't you, $mcname?" You nod, and he rises only enough to press a hot kiss over your mouth, pushing you down slowly onto the mattress. $c_He straddles you, hands on either side of your head. <<include Ch08_31>>

Hot pleasure shoots down your legs, and you grasp $c_his head on instinct, your fingers tangling in $c_his blond hair as every flick of $c_his tongue pushes you down into the mattress, bucking up with the rush of blood-pleasure-adrenaline pumping quickly into your veins. Your mind loses hold of everything, and you are light-headed when Cyril stops, feel cold when $c_he moves off of you completely. You catch your breath, watch as $c_he quickly, <i>finally</i> discards $c_his clothes. $c_He's back on you in a flash, eyes black with want. <<if $cyril_gender == "male" && $mcgender == "female">><<if $FirstTime == true>>He devotes hot, long minutes to making sure you are ready; with his hands, tongue, kisses, he drives you to the edge, again and again, until you are delirious with want; and it's only when frustration starts blurring together with your desire that he allows himself to slide, ever so slowly, inside of you—stopping whenever you show any sign of discomfort; kissing you as your body welcomes him, inch and inch, thrust by thrust. Your breathing hitches, a tingle of hot pleasure tumbling through you. He kisses the side of your neck, and you feel his fast-beating heart when he presses his chest against yours.<<else>>He's certain you're ready before he allows himself to slide, ever so slowly, inside of you, and your breathing hitches, a tingle of hot pleasure tumbling through you. He kisses the side of your neck, and you feel his fast-beating heart when he presses his chest against yours.<</if>> <</if>>$c_His love making is sweet and passionate; $c_he keeps kissing you as you share each other's touch, grips you tight when you reach your tipping point, doesn't let go as you ride the crashing wave of euphoria. <center><<button [[Later...|Ch08_AfterSex]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+3)>><<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = true>>"Yes," you reply. "Good." <<include Ch08_33>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+3)>><<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = true>>"Yes, if that's alright with you." "Of course it is." <<include Ch08_33>>

"Do you want me to sleep here?" $c_He blinks, a small frown bringing $c_his eyebrows closer together for a fleeting second. "I do," $c_he replies, brow smooth again, "but only if you want to, as well." <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch08_AfterSex1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, if that's alright with you.″->Ch08_AfterSex2]]</li> <li>[[″No, thank you. I'll sleep better in my own bed.″->Ch08_AfterSex4]]</li> <li>[["″No, thank you.″ I don't want people seeing me coming out of " + $c_his + " room tomorrow."->Ch08_AfterSex5]]</li> </ul>

"No, thank you. I'll sleep better in my own bed." "Alright." $c_He watches you with half-lidded eyes as you put your clothes back on, and gets out of bed when you're almost ready to leave. "Good night, then." $c_He doesn't seem to mind being fully naked before you, just gives you a cheerful, yet tired smile. <ul> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + " goodnight."->Ch08_AfterSex4a]]</li> <li>[["I just wish " + $c_him + " goodnight."->Ch08_AfterSex4b]]</li> <li>[[I just leave without a word.->Ch08_AfterSex4c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-10)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10)>><<set $fwb_cyril = true>>"No, thank you. I'll sleep better in my own bed." "Alright." $c_He watches you with half-lidded eyes as you put your clothes back on, and gets out of bed when you're almost ready to leave. "Good night, then." $c_He doesn't seem to mind being fully naked before you, just gives you a cheerful, yet tired smile. <ul> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + " goodnight."->Ch08_AfterSex4a]]</li> <li>[["I just wish " + $c_him + " goodnight."->Ch08_AfterSex4b]]</li> <li>[[I just leave without a word.->Ch08_AfterSex4c]]</li> </ul>

$c_He readjusts $c_himself against the pillow, sliding further under the covers. "I don't want to seem rude," $c_he says, not looking at you, "but I have quite a few hours of sleep to catch up on. I can try holding a conversation, but I might end up dozing off in the middle of it." $c_He gives you a small smile, and you can tell $c_he's trying hard not to fall asleep. <ul> <li>[[″It's fine. You can sleep.″->Ch08_33a]]</li> <li>[[″Don't you dare,″ I say jokingly.->Ch08_33b]]</li> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + " goodnight. ″Of course you can sleep.″"->Ch08_33c]]</li> <li>[[″That would be rather rude.″->Ch08_33d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $fwb_cyril = true>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+2)>>You close the gap between your bodies, and $c_he holds your shoulder as you press your lips softly against $c_his_p, humming faintly when you step away. "I'll see you tomorrow, $mcname," $c_he says sweetly. You turn away, exiting Cyril's quarters and going back to your room for some well-deserved sleep. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $fwb_cyril = true>>"Good night," you say. "I'll see you tomorrow, $mcname," $c_he says sweetly. You turn away, exiting Cyril's quarters and going back to your room for some well-deserved sleep. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-10)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-10)>><<set $ons_cyril = true>>You turn away, exiting Cyril's quarters and going back to your room for some well-deserved sleep. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"It's fine. You can sleep." "Thank you, $mcname," $c_he replies. "You should sleep as well. Good night." You slide into the comfortable bed. Cyril touches the lamp on $c_his bedside table, turning it off, and you both quickly fall asleep.<<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = true>> <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_34]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Don't you dare," you say jokingly. $c_His laugh is minuscule. "I'm afraid I might not have a choice." "It's fine. You can sleep." "Thank you, $mcname," $c_he replies. "You should sleep as well. Good night." You slide into the comfortable bed. Cyril touches the lamp on $c_his bedside table, turning it off, and you both quickly fall asleep.<<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = true>> <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_34]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+2)>>You press a soft kiss to $c_his lips, and $c_his smile brightens. "Of course you can sleep." "Thank you, $mcname," $c_he replies. "You should sleep as well. Good night." You slide into the comfortable bed. Cyril touches the lamp on $c_his bedside table, turning it off, and you both quickly fall asleep.<<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = true>> <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_34]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"That <i>would</i> be rather rude," you remark. $c_He lets out a sigh. "In my defense, I've slept three hours in two days." "Fine. You can sleep." "Thank you, $mcname," $c_he replies. "You should sleep as well. Good night." You slide into the comfortable bed. Cyril touches the lamp on $c_his bedside table, turning it off, and you both quickly fall asleep.<<set $ch8_sleep_w_cyril = true>> <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch08_34]]>><</button>></center>

You slowly emerge from your slumber, awakened by sun rays shining into your eyes, filtering through the slits in the closed wooden shutters. You turn away from the light, and your hand meets with an empty cold space at your side. Something about that fact bothers you. You blink your eyes open, taking in your surroundings and remembering the previous night's events. Cyril's side of the bed is indeed empty, and you spot the Commander a few feet away, fully dressed, busy fastening $c_his sword's scabbard around $c_his hips in front of a tall mirror. $c_He spins around, and when $c_his eyes meet yours, $c_his face immediately lights up. "Good morning, $mcname," $c_he says, walking slowly towards you. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you up." <ul> <li>[[″You didn't wake me up. The sun did.″->Ch08_34a]]</li> <li>[[″It's fine. I wasn't intending to sleep in.″->Ch08_34b]]</li> <li>[[″Were you planning on leaving without saying hello?″->Ch08_34c]]</li> <li>[[″Why are you already up?″->Ch08_34d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"You didn't wake me up," you reply, dragging yourself up a little against the pillows at your back. "The sun did." "How rude of it," $c_he jests. <<include Ch08_35>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>"It's fine," you reply, dragging yourself up a little against the pillows at your back. "I wasn't intending to sleep in." <<include Ch08_35>>

"Were you planning on leaving without saying hello?" you ask, dragging yourself up a little against the pillows at your back. "You looked so peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you." <<include Ch08_35>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Why are you already up?" you question, dragging yourself up a little against the pillows at your back. "There's a lot of work to be done. I had to postpone quite a bit of it to make our dinner happen," $c_he explains. <<include Ch08_35>>

$c_He sits down at the edge of the bed, right next to you. $c_His hair is bright and airy, freshly washed. "Did you sleep well?" $c_he asks, an affectionate smile curving $c_his lips. <ul> <li>[[″Yes. What about you?″->Ch08_35a]]</li> <li>[[″No. You snored all night long,″ I joke.->Ch08_35b]]</li> <li>[[″Not really.″->Ch08_35c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+2)>>"Yes. What about you?" "I slept fine." <<include Ch08_36>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"No. You snored all night long." "That is not true," $c_he rebukes, chuckling. "I do not snore." <<include Ch08_36>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Not really." "Oh," $c_he says, sounding apologetic. "I'm sorry to hear that." <<include Ch08_36>>

$c_His gaze on you is fond yet intent, as it flits from your eyes, to your nose, then to your lips; it lingers there a moment before sliding down to your shoulder and to the part of your chest just peaking out of the blankets. "Since you're awake, I'd like to ask you something," $c_he says eventually, gaze back into yours. "I enjoyed our night together, and I believe you did as well. But what I'd like to know—what I need to know, is: where do you see us going, from here? We could leave this as a one-night occurrence; it doesn't have to go beyond that, if you do not want it to." $c_He pauses. "Or we could meet like this again, whenever the fancy strikes us." $c_His hand idly traces the outline of yours through the light sheets. "But perhaps you want more than that, $mcname." <ul> <li>[[I want more than just sex.->Ch08_36a]]</li> <li>[[I want it to happen again.->Ch08_36b]]</li> <li>[[I'm not sure what I want just yet. We'll see where it goes.->Ch08_36c]]</li> <<if $aff_cyril >= 70 && $friendly >= 60 && $diplomatic >= 60>><li>[["″What do you want, " + $mccyril + "?″"->Ch08_36d]]</li><</if>> <li>[[It was a one-time thing. It won't happen again.->Ch08_36e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $serious_cyril = true>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"I don't want this to only be about… sex." $c_He watches you closely, a small smile sketched on $c_his lips. "Let us find out what else this can be about, then," $c_he says, and, inching closer, $c_he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. $c_He then stands up. "I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, I have urgent matters to attend to. There is breakfast in the next room, though. Please spend as much time here as you'd like." Walking to the door, "I hope to see you later, $mcname. Have a wonderful day," $c_he says before closing the door behind $c_him. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $fwb_cyril = true>>"I would not be opposed to spending another night with you," you say with a smile. "Or many other nights." $c_He smiles back. "You know where my quarters are; feel free to visit whenever you wish." $c_He stands up. "I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, I have urgent matters to attend to. There is breakfast in the next room, though. Please spend as much time here as you want." Walking to the door, "I hope to see you later," $c_he says before closing the door behind $c_him. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $fwb_cyril = true>>"How about just seeing where this goes?" you say. "Of course. There's no hurry. My door is open, in case you ever want to revisit the subject." $c_He stands up. "I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, I have urgent matters to attend to. There is breakfast in the next room, though. Please spend as much time here as you want." Walking to the door, "Have a great day, $mcname," $c_he says before closing the door behind $c_him. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

"What do <i>you</i> want, $mccyril?" $c_He blinks, expression frozen a moment. $c_He makes to respond, but blinks again, perhaps pondering $c_his own reply as $c_his gaze meanders across your features, stopping again over the small expanse of your naked skin visible over the duvet. "I'm curious," $c_he says at length, "about you. The moment I first spoke with you—" $c_He pauses, glancing away. "—I thought there was something peculiar about you; in the way your $eye_color eyes shimmer when you're deep in thought; I was speaking plainly when I said that I admire your mind—" $c_He smirks. "—just as much that I've come to admire your body." $c_He meets your gaze again. "To answer your question: I want as much as you're willing to give. Nothing more." <ul> <li>[[I want more than just sex.->Ch08_36a]]</li> <li>[[I want it to happen again.->Ch08_36b]]</li> <li>[[I'm not sure what I want just yet. We'll see where it goes.->Ch08_36c]]</li> <li>[[It was a one-time thing. It won't happen again.->Ch08_36e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-15)>><<set $ons_cyril = true>><<set $flirt_cyril = 0>><<set $interest_cyril = false>><<set $lockedout_cyril = true>>"It won't happen again," you declare. Cyril says nothing for a beat. "Alright." $c_He stands up. "There is breakfast in the next room. Feel free to partake before you leave." Whether $c_he's displeased by your decision or not, you can't really tell; $c_his expression betrays nothing, a smooth smile spreading $c_his lips as $c_he wishes you a good day before taking $c_his leave. <center><<button [[One Week Later...|Ch09_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Of course." <<include Ch09_02>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"I am ready," you reply. You look at her sideways before adding, "Are you?" <<if $aff_ariana >= 50>>Her subsequent smile is fleeting. "I am counting down the hours."<<else>>She regards you with an arched frown. "Of course I am."<</if>> <<include Ch09_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"I think you're ready enough for the both of us." "You're not planning on slacking off, are you?" she asks, a smile in her voice. "Whatever gave you that idea?" you reply in the same light, joking tone. "Stop it. I'm trying to be serious, here." <<include Ch09_02>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"Whether I'm ready or not is irrelevant." <<include Ch09_02>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5)>>"I don't think I am," you admit. <<if $aff_ariana > 40>>She looks you over, her frown not betraying displeasure, but rather worry. "We're in this together, $mcname."<<if $aff_ariana >= 60>> She touches a hand to your shoulder, a reassuring contact that somewhat steadies you.<</if>><<else>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>She sighs, patience clearly thin. "Pull yourself together, will you?"<</if>> <<include Ch09_02>>

She turns away, facing forward again, her attention drawn back towards your soldiers. "Stanislas's days are numbered, now." <ul> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to his death.″->Ch09_02a]]</li> <<if $pacifist >= 60>><li>[[″I still don't believe war is the best way to deal with this.″->Ch09_02b][$NotTalking += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I nod.->Ch09_03]]</li> <<if $pacifist >= 50>><li>[[I don't say anything. I don't want to aggravate her.->Ch09_03][$NotTalking += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if $pacifist >= 60 && $aff_ariana < 60>><li>[[I don't say anything. It's no use trying to talk sense into her.->Ch09_03][$NotTalking += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I don't say anything.->Ch09_03][$NotTalking += 1]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>"I'm looking forward to his death." "Oh, he will die. Just not right away," your sister says, the smallest smile tugging at her lips. "I won't let him off that easy." <<include Ch09_03>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"I still don't believe war is the best way to deal with this." Ariana rolls her eyes. "I'm getting tired of your appeals for peace, $mcname. They're useless and, quite frankly, annoying." When you meet her gaze, it is narrowed in clear irritation. "You're a $prince of Arcadie. It's high time you acted like it." You don't get to ask what exactly that is supposed to mean before she faces away. <<include Ch09_03>>

<<set $confrontation = false>>She crosses her arms, and brings a folded finger under her chin. Her hair flutters in the breeze, a strand falling in front of her eyes before she pushes it back behind her ear. "After we're done with Stanislas, it'll be Kalltland's turn to pay. They will see that no one crosses Arcadie and lives." When she next looks at you, her lime green eyes are brimming with cold resolve. <ul> <li>[[″I'll be right there with you.″->Ch09_03a]]</li> <li>[[″What are your plans for Kalltland, exactly?″->Ch09_03b]]</li> <li>[[I don't think now's the right time to question her.->Ch09_03c][$NotTalking += 1]]</li> <li>[[I am actually a bit unnerved by her.->Ch09_03d][$NotTalking += 1]]</li> <li>[[I don't have anything to say.->Ch09_03c][$NotTalking += 1]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(+5)>>You nod. "I'll be right there with you." "I'm glad to have you by my side. I am done giving our enemies chances to turn around and strike us in the back. But, first things first. Stanislas dies, then we'll see how exactly we'll deal with the rest." <<include Ch09_05>>

"What are your plans for Kalltland, exactly?" "The same plans I have for anyone that crosses our path: razing them to the ground. I am done giving our enemies chances to turn around and strike us in the back. But, first things first. Stanislas dies, then we'll see." <<include Ch09_04>>

You say nothing as Ariana continues, "I am done giving our enemies chances to turn around and strike us in the back. But, first things first. Stanislas dies, then we'll see." <<include Ch09_04>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>You say nothing, your unnerve only growing as Ariana continues, "I am done giving our enemies chances to turn around and strike us in the back. But, first things first. Stanislas dies, then we'll see." <<include Ch09_04>>

<ul> <li>[[″Don't let your thirst for vengeance blind you to everything else.″->Ch09_04a]]</li> <li>[[″That's a bit extreme, Ariana,″ I say carefully.->Ch09_04b]]</li> <<if $politics >= 50>><li>[[″Self-defense is one thing. But going to war at the drop of a hat will not endear us to anyone.″->Ch09_04c]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch09_05][$NotTalking = 0, $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-10)]]</li> <li>[[Best to say nothing.->Ch09_05][$NotTalking += 1]]</li> </ul>

She detaches her gaze from you, returns to watching your troops crowding the courtyard. "I won't allow anyone to stand in our way again, $mcname. Trust me on that." <<if $confrontation == false>><<include Ch09_SkipConfrontation>><<else>>There is a rumble high above you; the sound of rolling thunder far in the distance. <ul> <li>[[″I love and respect you, Ariana, but I don't agree with your plans.″->Ch09_05a]]</li> <li>[[″I disagree with you, Ariana.″->Ch09_05b]]</li> <li>[[″You're thoroughly misguided, Ariana.″->Ch09_05c]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch09_SkipConfrontation][$NotTalking += 1]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $confrontation = true>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $NotTalking = 0>>"Ariana. Don't let your thirst for vengeance blind you to everything else." That garners you a dark glare. "Nothing is 'blinding' me, little $brother," she retorts sharply. <<if $forgive_stan > 0 || $pacifist >= 60>>"But I can't say the same for you. You're the one who should be taking a second look at where your loyalties lie." Her subsequent stare is unnervingly long, scrutinizing as she seems to gauge you, a frown drawing a line between her eyebrows.<</if>> <<include Ch09_05>>

<<set $confrontation = true>><<set $NotTalking = 0>>"That's a bit extreme, Ariana," you say, an uncertain edge to your voice. "I don't think it is," she replies. "I will be delivering just retribution, nothing more." <<include Ch09_05>>

<<set $confrontation = true>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $NotTalking = 0>>"Self-defense is one thing. But going to war at the drop of a hat will not endear us to anyone." You turn towards her, not missing the dark gaze she directs at you. "Strong nations are more powerful when they have allies," you add nonetheless. "Should Arcadie be as bloodthirsty as Stanislas says, we would run the risk of rallying every other country against us." "You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?" she snaps. "More thought than you've ever given to our parents' murder, in any case." <<include Ch09_parents>>

<<if $ch8_sleep_w_cyril == false>><<include Ch09_NotSleptCyril>><<else>><<set $NotTalking = 0>>Neither of you says anything for a moment, the silence companionable rather than awkward while you watch your troops getting organized. "$mcname." You hear the grin in her voice before you see it sprawled across her face. "Is it true?" "What is?" She arches a brow playfully. "You and Cyril? In the throes of passion?" <ul> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_07a]]</li> <li>[[″In the what?!″->Ch09_07b]]</li> <li>[[I blush furiously.->Ch09_07c]]</li> <li>[[″We did sleep together, if that's what you're getting at.″->Ch09_07d]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, it's true.″->Ch09_07e]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″I don't know what you're talking about.″"->Ch09_07f]]</li> <li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_07g]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<ul> <li>[[″You may have been close to them, but I wasn't.″->Ch09_06a]]</li> <li>[[″Why in the world would you say something like that?!″->Ch09_06b]]</li> <li>[[″I just don't let my grief get the better of me.″->Ch09_06c]]</li> <li>[[″Why should I care? They certainly didn't care about me.″->Ch09_06d]]</li> <li>[[″What does that have to do with anything?″->Ch09_06e]]</li> <li>[[″Our parents being murdered doesn't justify you turning into a bloodthirsty tyrant.″->Ch09_06f]]</li> <<if $aff_ariana < 50>><li>[[″I don't care that they're dead. And I wouldn't care if you died, either.″->Ch09_06g]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"I love and respect you, Ariana, but I don't agree with your plans." <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>Her smile is as fake as her joyful tone. "Luckily for me, whether you agree or not does not matter in the slightest; but I'd like you to<<else>>She looks at you again, the way a hawk might look at a rabbit. "I know you don't;<</if>> explain something for me," she says. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Do you just not care that Mother and Father were murdered right before our eyes?" Her tone is short, stern. "What is wrong with you?"<<else>>"Stanislas killed our parents right before our eyes," she reminds you, hands on her hips. "From the way you act and speak, it's like you couldn't care less."<</if>> <<include Ch09_parents>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"I disagree with you, Ariana." <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>Her smile is as fake as her joyful tone. "Luckily for me, whether you agree with me or not does not matter in the slightest; but I'd like you to<<else>>She looks at you again, the way a hawk might look at a rabbit. "I know you do;<</if>> explain something for me," she says. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Do you just not care that Mother and Father were murdered right before our eyes?" Her tone is short, stern. "What is wrong with you?"<<else>>"Stanislas killed our parents right before our eyes," she reminds you, hands on her hips. "From the way you act and speak, it's like you couldn't care less."<</if>> <<include Ch09_parents>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-10)>>"You're thoroughly misguided, Ariana." She looks at you slowly. "<i>I'm</i> misguided? That's rich; explain something for me," she says. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Do you just not care that Mother and Father were murdered right before our eyes?" Her tone is short, stern. "What is wrong with you?"<<else>>"Stanislas killed our parents right before our eyes," she reminds you, hands on her hips. "From the way you act and speak, it's like you couldn't care less."<</if>> <<include Ch09_parents>>

"You may have been close to them," you reply, "but I wasn't." She seems taken aback. "Why is that?" <<if $diplomatic < 50>>"They were too busy fawning over you to spend any time with me."<<else>>"They were often otherwise occupied. Their attention was on you, not on me."<</if>> She blinks, her mouth a downward curve. "What I know is that they did everything they could to keep you out of harm's way, as much and for as long as they could." She sighs loudly. <<if $ch8_sleep_w_cyril == true>>"One more thing. Is it true? That Cyril and you spent a night together?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06a1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes. And?″->Ch09_06a2]]</li> <li>[[″Why? Is that an issue?″->Ch09_06a3]]</li> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_06a4]]</li> <li>[[″That is none of your business.″->Ch09_06a5]]</li> </ul><<else>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with <i>you</i>?! Why in the world would you say something like that?!"<<else>>"Why in the world would you say something like that?!"<</if>> you ask, outrage in your every word. She blinks, perhaps taken aback by your reaction. "Just because I don't go around demanding bloody retribution, doesn't mean I didn't care about them!" you continue. "I cared for them just as much as you did!" Her lips press together. <<if $aff_ariana > 40>>"I'm sorry," she says. "I shouldn't have said that."<<else>>She looks away, thoughtful for a beat.<</if>> She sighs loudly. <<if $ch8_sleep_w_cyril == true>>"One more thing. Is it true? That Cyril and you spent a night together?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06a1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes. And?″->Ch09_06a2]]</li> <li>[[″Why? Is that an issue?″->Ch09_06a3]]</li> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_06a4]]</li> <li>[[″That is none of your business.″->Ch09_06a5]]</li> </ul><<else>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"I just don't let my grief get the better of me." She sighs loudly. <<if $ch8_sleep_w_cyril == true>>"One more thing. Is it true? That Cyril and you spent a night together?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06a1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes. And?″->Ch09_06a2]]</li> <li>[[″Why? Is that an issue?″->Ch09_06a3]]</li> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_06a4]]</li> <li>[[″That is none of your business.″->Ch09_06a5]]</li> </ul><<else>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Why should I care? They certainly didn't care about me." "You can't be serious," she replies. "Do you really believe what you're saying? Don't you realize that everything they did, they did it to keep you out of harm's way, as much and for as long as they could? If anything, I think they spoiled you too much. But I won't let you believe that they didn't <i>care</i> about you." She sighs loudly. <<if $ch8_sleep_w_cyril == true>>"One more thing. Is it true? That Cyril and you spent a night together?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06a1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes. And?″->Ch09_06a2]]</li> <li>[[″Why? Is that an issue?″->Ch09_06a3]]</li> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_06a4]]</li> <li>[[″That is none of your business.″->Ch09_06a5]]</li> </ul><<else>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

"What does that have to do with anything?" "It has everything to do with it. We wouldn't be here, discussing Stanislas and Kalltland and getting ready for war, if <i>that</i> hadn't happened." <ul> <li>[[″You may have been close to them, but I wasn't.″->Ch09_06a]]</li> <li>[[″I just don't let my grief get the better of me.″->Ch09_06c]]</li> <li>[[″Why should I care? They certainly didn't care about me.″->Ch09_06d]]</li> <li>[[″Our parents being murdered doesn't justify you turning into a bloodthirsty tyrant.″->Ch09_06f]]</li> <<if $aff_ariana < 50>><li>[[″I don't care that they're dead. And I wouldn't care if you died, either.″->Ch09_06g]]</li><</if>> </ul>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-20)>>"Our parents being murdered doesn't justify you turning into a bloodthirsty tyrant." She lets out a sharp, short laugh. "You have a nerve, little $brother." She then sighs loudly. <<if $ch8_sleep_w_cyril == true>>"One more thing. Is it true? That Cyril and you spent a night together?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06a1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes. And?″->Ch09_06a2]]</li> <li>[[″Why? Is that an issue?″->Ch09_06a3]]</li> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_06a4]]</li> <li>[[″That is none of your business.″->Ch09_06a5]]</li> </ul><<else>><<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $ariana_leaves = true>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10)>><<if $aff_ariana >= 40>><<set $aff_ariana = 30>><<else>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-20)>><</if>>"I don't care that they're dead," you reply and, holding her gaze, you add, "And I wouldn't care if you died, either." You feel a hint of smugness at the shock that passes through her green eyes; she only blinks at you, speechless for a moment. Slowly, however, her shock morphs into cold anger; there's a slight tilt to her head as her gaze darkens, and a sneer shapes her lips into a clear expression of disdain. "Good to know." Her voice is eerily calm, if only a touch too loud. She gives you one last icy glare before walking away. <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

Your twenty-sixth day in Fort Queenscliff starts like any other of the many days you've already spent here; sunny at first, cloudy in the afternoon, with a bit of a breeze in the air as you survey the tents that have sprouted in the courtyard, the barracks not large enough to accommodate the upwards of a thousand soldiers the fort is now housing. As you wander about, you find your idle thoughts drifting towards… <ul> <li>[[Cyril.->Ch10_02][$ch10_savior = "cyril"]]</li> <li>[[$wilfred + "."->Ch10_02][$ch10_savior = "will"]]</li> <li>[[Neither in particular.->Ch10_IDecide]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"Yes," comes your straightforward reply. She turns to look in Cyril's general direction, then gazes back at you. "Who you decide to involve yourself with is your problem, to a certain extent, but we're at war. I need my Commanders focused on the battles to come." She pauses a moment. "Is it supposed to be serious?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06b1]]</li> <li>[[″I hope so.″->Ch09_06b2]]</li> <li>[[″It's too soon to tell.″->Ch09_06b3]]</li> <<if $serious_cyril == false>><li>[[″No.″->Ch09_06b4]]</li><</if>> <<if $serious_cyril == true>><li>[["[Lie] ″No.″"->Ch09_06b5]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == true>><li>[[″That's still none of your business.″->Ch09_06b6]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == false>><li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_06b7]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I'd rather not answer.->Ch09_06b8]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Yes," you reply. "And?" She turns to look in Cyril's general direction, then gazes back at you. "Is it serious?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06b1]]</li> <li>[[″I hope so.″->Ch09_06b2]]</li> <li>[[″It's too soon to tell.″->Ch09_06b3]]</li> <<if $serious_cyril == false>><li>[[″No.″->Ch09_06b4]]</li><</if>> <<if $serious_cyril == true>><li>[["[Lie] ″No.″"->Ch09_06b5]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == true>><li>[[″That's still none of your business.″->Ch09_06b6]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == false>><li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_06b7]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I'd rather not answer.->Ch09_06b8]]</li> </ul>

"Where did you hear that?" She waves your question away with a flick of her wrist. "It doesn't matter. Is it true?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06a1]]</li> <li>[[″Yes. And?″->Ch09_06a2]]</li> <li>[[″Why? Is that an issue?″->Ch09_06a3]]</li> <li>[[″That is none of your business.″->Ch09_06a5]]</li> </ul>

<<set $business = true>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"That is none of your business." "That is <i>precisely</i> my business; Cyril is <i>my</i> Commander, at <i>my</i> orders," she says, eyes narrowed at you. "We're at war. I need $c_him focused on that, not on… whatever it is you're doing." She stops a moment. "What you have with $c_him, is it supposed to be serious?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06b1]]</li> <li>[[″I hope so.″->Ch09_06b2]]</li> <li>[[″It's too soon to tell.″->Ch09_06b3]]</li> <<if $serious_cyril == false>><li>[[″No.″->Ch09_06b4]]</li><</if>> <<if $serious_cyril == true>><li>[["[Lie] ″No.″"->Ch09_06b5]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == true>><li>[[″That's still none of your business.″->Ch09_06b6]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == false>><li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_06b7]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I'd rather not answer.->Ch09_06b8]]</li> </ul>

"Yes, it is." She eyes you carefully, gathers her arms in front of her chest, and takes a rare moment to think before speaking next. "I'll take your word for it," she says. "But in case it doesn't work out between the two of you, I expect you to be an adult about it. I need to be able to keep working with Cyril." She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

"I hope so." "You hope so?" she repeats, eying you carefully. "In case it doesn't work out between the two of you, I expect you to be an adult about it. I need to be able to keep working with Cyril." She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

"It's too soon to tell." She hums a vaguely skeptical tone. "Just keep in mind, in case it doesn't work out between the two of you, I expect you to be an adult about it. I need to be able to keep working with Cyril." She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

"No." "Alright." She seems less tense, all of a sudden. She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"That's <i>still</i> none of your business," you insist, only this time, it seems to amuse Ariana rather than aggravate her. "Have it your way." She shrugs emphatically. "Just keep in mind, in case your arrangement doesn't work out: I expect you to be an adult about it. I need to be able to keep working with Cyril." She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"That's none of your business." "Have it your way." She shrugs emphatically. "Just keep in mind, in case your arrangement doesn't work out: I expect you to be an adult about it. I need to be able to keep working with Cyril." She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>You say nothing, and Ariana's nose wrinkles, making it look shorter in the middle of her face. "Just keep in mind," she says, "in case your arrangement doesn't work out: I expect you to be an adult about it. I need to be able to keep working with Cyril." She looks away, back in the direction of the open gates. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Why? Is that an issue?" She turns to look in Cyril's general direction, then gazes back at you. "It <i>could</i> be. We're at war. This isn't the time for… whatever it is you're doing with $c_him," she says, waving a hand in the air. She pauses a moment. "Is it supposed to be serious?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch09_06b1]]</li> <li>[[″I hope so.″->Ch09_06b2]]</li> <li>[[″It's too soon to tell.″->Ch09_06b3]]</li> <<if $serious_cyril == false>><li>[[″No.″->Ch09_06b4]]</li><</if>> <<if $serious_cyril == true>><li>[["[Lie] ″No.″"->Ch09_06b5]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == true>><li>[[″That's still none of your business.″->Ch09_06b6]]</li><</if>> <<if $business == false>><li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_06b7]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I'd rather not answer.->Ch09_06b8]]</li> </ul>

Eventually, you both return to watching your soldiers in silence. After a while, Ariana gives you a little nod. <<if $aff_ariana < 40>>"Don't do anything stupid while I'm not looking," she says before departing.<<else>>"I'll be looking over the new recruits," she says before departing.<</if>> <center><<button [[Two Days Later...|Ch10_01]]>><</button>></center>

Her hands settle above the jutting points of her hips, and she slowly turns to face you. "It's fine, really." She looks away a moment, her eyes scanning the crowd a distance away for the blond commander. $c_He's still busy helping triage the reinforcements. "Cyril has a lot of clout within the Noble Assembly, and $c_his family is quite wealthy." Her green eyes meet yours again. "Having $c_him on your side is not a bad idea." <ul> <li>[["″I don't intend to use " + $c_him + ".″"->Ch09_08a]]</li> <li>[[″I agree.″->Ch09_08b]]</li> <li>[["″That's not why I'm interested in " + $c_him + ".″"->Ch09_08c]]</li> <<if $ons_cyril == true>><li>[[″It was a mistake. I don't intend to pursue this any further.″->Ch09_08d]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch09_NotSleptCyril]]</li> </ul>

"In the <i>what</i>?" Her smirk widens. "You and Cyril, sleeping together. Is it true or not?" <ul> <li>[[″Where did you hear that?″->Ch09_07a]]</li> <li>[[I blush furiously.->Ch09_07c]]</li> <li>[[″We did sleep together, if that's what you're getting at.″->Ch09_07d]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, it's true.″->Ch09_07e]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″I don't know what you're talking about.″"->Ch09_07f]]</li> <li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_07g]]</li> </ul>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(+5)>>You face away, trying to cover your steadily warming face. Ariana snickers next to you. "So, it <i>is</i> true." <<include Ch09_08>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"We did sleep together," you confirm, "if that's what you're getting at." "That <i>is</i> what I'm getting at." <<include Ch09_08>>

<<set $timid to $timid.fm(-5)>>"Yes, it's true," you confirm. <<include Ch09_08>>

"I don't know what you're talking about," you maintain. "Really? I suppose whoever saw you coming out of $c_his personal quarters must have been imagining things, then." <<include Ch09_08>>

<<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"That's none of your business." "Oh, come now, you're no fun," she teases, pushing your shoulder with a small, playful shove. <<include Ch09_08>>

"Where did you hear that?" "Does it matter?" She keeps smiling, eyes twinkling with amusement. "So? Is it true?" <ul> <li>[[″We did sleep together, if that's what you're getting at.″->Ch09_07d]]</li> <li>[[I blush furiously.->Ch09_07c]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, it's true.″->Ch09_07e]]</li> <li>[["[Lie] ″I don't know what you're talking about.″"->Ch09_07f]]</li> <li>[[″That's none of your business.″->Ch09_07g]]</li> </ul>

"I agree," you reply. She gives you a small nod. <<include Ch09_NotSleptCyril>>

"That's not why I'm interested in $c_him." She considers your reply a moment, and gives a very light shrug. <<include Ch09_NotSleptCyril>>

"It was a mistake. I don't intend to pursue this any further." She considers your reply a moment, and gives a light shrug. <<include Ch09_NotSleptCyril>>

"I don't intend to <i>use</i> $c_him," you respond. She considers your reply a moment, and gives a very light shrug. <<include Ch09_NotSleptCyril>>

<<if $ch10_savior == "cyril">>You spot Cyril engrossed in talks with a circle of $c_his lieutenants; $c_his crossbow is strapped to $c_his back, and $c_he seems so focused that you're relatively certain $c_he will not notice your passage. $c_He looks up, however, from the map $c_he's holding right as you walk by $c_his side; $c_he shoots you a bright smile, but $c_his acknowledgment of you stops there, as $c_he quickly returns to $c_his conversation.<<if $sex_cyril == true && $ons_cyril == false>> Your recent meetings have been sparse and often hasty; you haven't really had the opportunity to spend any private time together, Cyril always rushing here or there to make sure preparations for the battle are going well. <ul> <li>[[I wish we could spend more time together, but I understand.->Ch10_02a]]</li> <li>[["It's annoying, and I'll be giving " + $c_him + " a piece of my mind next time we're alone."->Ch10_02b]]</li> <li>[["Maybe "+ $c_he + "'s avoiding me on purpose..."->Ch10_02c]]</li> <li>[[It's not an issue for me.->Ch10_02d]]</li> </ul><<else>> <<include Ch10_03>><</if>><<else>>You spot $wilfred amidst the soldiers; $w_he seems to be in the middle of some kind of intense discussion with one of the lieutenants, arms crossed and eyes narrowed in concentration as the red-haired woman speaks. The Lieutenant is rather animated, drawing plans in the air with her forefinger then crossing them quickly. $wilfred's focus fails a moment as you pass them by; $w_his gaze lands on you and doesn't budge, <<if $flirt_will < 2 && $interest_will == false>>until $w_he gives a nod and returns to $w_his conversation. <<include Ch10_03>><<else>>locking with yours and not wandering off even as you keep moving. <ul> <li>[["I raise a questioning eyebrow. Does " + $w_he + " need something?"->Ch10_02e]]</li> <li>[[I stare back.->Ch10_02f]]</li> <li>[[I smile.->Ch10_02g]]</li> <li>[[Are those butterflies in my stomach?->Ch10_02h]]</li> <li>[["I wink at " + $w_him + "."->Ch10_02i]]</li> <li>[[I look away.->Ch10_02j]]</li> </ul><</if>><</if>>

<<if $aff_will >= $aff_cyril>><<set $ch10_savior = "will">><<else>><<set $ch10_savior = "cyril">><</if>><<include Ch10_02>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+2)>>You know Cyril has many responsibilities, and try not to hold $c_his absence against $c_him as you resume your walk. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>You can't help but feel annoyed at $c_him, and promise yourself to give $c_him a piece of your mind later, as you resume your walk. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>The fear that maybe $c_his absences are premeditated rather than fortuitous crosses your mind and makes you feel uneasy, a knot of uncertainty clenching your stomach as you resume your walk. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>You don't let that fact perturb you as you resume your walk. <<include Ch10_03>>

You continue ambling around, and your path takes you to the armory. You stop there a moment; the small building is locked and blocking your idle stroll. It is quieter here. Deserted too. You smell a bit of green in the air you draw with each breath; it will probably rain in the coming days. All in all, there is nothing about this day that could signal that it could end with your death. That is, until you turn around and blink at the two sharp blades glinting a few feet away from you. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_04]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>You raise an eyebrow, a silent question in your expression, but $wilfred simply looks away. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>You stare back, and eventually, $wilfred looks away. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>You shoot $w_him a smile, and a smile of $w_his own upturns the corner of $w_his lips. It only lasts a second, however, before the expression drops and $w_he returns to $w_his conversation. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>You feel fluttery, heart beating a little faster as your shared gaze stretches out, doesn't seem to end. $wilfred only looks away, almost startled, when the Lieutenant calls $w_his name. <<include Ch10_03>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>>You give $w_him a wink, and $w_he swiftly looks away. <<include Ch10_03>>

You turn away to resume your walk. <<include Ch10_03>>

Two soldiers—Arcadians? They're wearing your colors—block off your path, staring you down and pointing their weapons at you. "That's just the youngest one," the man to your right mumbles to his co-conspirator. "Just kill $him quickly," replies the other, and they move to do just that. <ul> <<if $sword >= 50>><li>[[If they intend to end my life, I will give them the fight of theirs.->Ch10_HighSword]]</li><</if>> <<if $sword < 50>><li>[[I unsheathe my sword and defend myself as best as I can.->Ch10_LowSword]]</li><</if>> <<if $politics >= 50>><li>[[I know how to talk myself out of this. ″I am no threat to Stanislas.″->Ch10_HighPolitics]]</li><</if>> <<if $politics < 50>><span style="color:grey; pointer-events: none"><li>I know how to talk myself out of this. ″I am no threat to Stanislas.″</li></span><</if>> <<if $timid <= 40>><li>[[I pretend someone is behind them. ″Soldiers! Seize these men!″->Ch10_Bold]]</li><</if>> <<if $timid > 40>><span style="color:grey; pointer-events: none"><li>I pretend someone is behind them. ″Soldiers! Seize these men!″</li></span><</if>> <li>[[I scream, ″Help! Assassins!″->Ch10_Scream]]</li> <li>[[I try to run away.->Ch10_Run]]</li> </ul>

<<set $army_support += 1>><<set $leader += 1>><<set $timid to $timid.fm(-10)>>A shiver runs along your spine, and you blink, senses sharpened by the release of adrenaline. Your quickened hand seizes the grip of your sword at your hip. You draw on it, metal sliding out of the scabbard and hilt sitting comfortably in your trained hands; you're ready to face off against the opponents closing in on you. You focus on the one to your right; younger, less careful too, as he lunges at you without forethought; you move away from the second opponent's reach and from the clumsy strike in one swift, deft move: a swirl of your body and you're out of the way of his attempted attack, while he's now wide open to yours. You strike, bringing your sword down at the back on his exposed knee; and he buckles forward with a yelp as blood spurts out of his slashed leg and onto the green grass, tainting it. The other would-be murderer faces off against you, teeth gritted, and you lock eyes with him as he, less impulsive than his colleague, but still pressed for time before your own soldiers inevitably wander by and dispatch him, guards himself with a raised sword while steadily closing the distance between you. Impetuousness will be the death of him anyway; were he truly smart, he would have chosen a different way of murdering you rather than attacking you with a sword, the weapon you're most proficient with; and you step forward, grip tight on your trusty blade, and slice up at the other man's sword. He parries but you don't relent; you push forward, take one step, two steps, left, right, again, strike! His sword is out of the way for only a split-second, but it's long enough for you to slice his throat open. He helplessly falls to the ground, reaching uselessly for his wound, survival instinct making him gasp and grasp and hold down on wounded flesh. Hurried steps sound right behind you. You swivel around, bloodied sword at the ready. <<if $ch10_savior == "will">><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_HighSword]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Cyril_HighSword]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

You seize the grip of the sword at your hip and draw on it. The metal easily slides out of the scabbard, and the hilt sits heavily in your hands. You're ready to face off against the opponents closing in on you. The one to your right lunges at you; you parry his strike with your weapon, kick him aside just in time to evade the other man's attack. You step away, raise your sword again to block off another cut, and the sound is loud, metal rasping against metal, brutal on your bones as you grit your teeth, brace yourself to stop him from tearing your weapon out of your hands. You succeed in pushing him away, but he's back almost instantly, and when you slice at him, it catches him in the arm. A yelp, and he's down. You turn around. You've left yourself open to a counterattack, as the other man has recovered and is ready to send his sword diving through you. You can only prepare a parry, weapon held side-ways to divert his strike, your every muscle ready to hold fast and prevent your demise. <<if $ch10_savior == "will">><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_HighPolitics]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Cyril_HighPolitics]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

"I am no threat to Stanislas," you say, hand flying to the hilt of your sword. They don't answer, but they stop their advance, too, and that's a good thing in your book. "I am $mcname d'Arcadie," you declare, not unsheathing your weapon yet, "and I have no quarrel with you, or with him. I am a proponent of peace." The soldier to your right blinks, eyes wider; something in your words must have struck him, as he's now staring at you with clear interest in his eyes, fighting stance forgotten. "Stanislas would not stand for this," you continue, "for the slaughter of potential allies; lay down your weapons." They look at each other. You're certain one of them is swayed, the other not so much when he takes a frank step forward. "All full of crap, the lot of you," he says quite eloquently. "Just more lies!" You arm yourself swiftly, parry his first strike and kick him to the side. You hear him crash into the armory door while you pivot to face your other opponent. His hesitation to cut you down is his downfall, as it leaves him open to the slash you swipe into his good arm. He yelps and falls, and when you turn around, you realize you've left yourself open to a counterattack, as the other man has recovered and is ready to send his sword diving through you. You can only prepare a parry, weapon held side-ways to divert his strike, your every muscle ready to hold fast and prevent your demise. <<if $ch10_savior == "will">><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_HighPolitics]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Cyril_HighPolitics]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

You conjure an air of clear authority and stare at an imaginary point right behind them. "Soldiers!" you declare. "Seize these men!" They turn around in unison, giving you time to slip by their side in a bolt. "$He's running away!" the closest one cries as you pass him by. You hear the air sliced by his sword right behind you, barely missing you; you don't stop running, not until your actual soldiers come up in your field of vision. <<if $ch10_savior == "cyril">>The first to move is Cyril; $c_he slips $c_his crossbow around $c_his torso, and before you know it, the man right behind you falls victim to a bolt in the head. The other man is quickly brought down by one of the lieutenants. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Cyril_Fail]]>><</button>></center><<else>>The first to move is $wilfred; $w_he sprints forward and unsheathes $w_his sword in one swift motion. You keep running, and $w_he moves past you; a cry, and you turn around, watching as $wilfred brings $w_his sword up to slice the first one's neck, then evades the other's pitiful attempt at a strike before cutting the back of his knee open. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_Fail]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>><<set $ch10_caught_lieutenant = true>>"Help!" you scream. "Assassins!" "Shut up!" one of them yells right before he lunges at you. You barely manage to evade his strike, step out of the way of the other's attack more on dumb luck than due to any skill of yours; panic overrides your mind, and there is only one single, simple idea that monopolizes your thoughts. Run. <i>Run. Run. Run.</i> You think you almost trip, but you don't care, not as long as your legs can make you distance your would-be murderers. You shout when you're caught—a scream you're barely aware of as you're immediately flung away, into the arms of someone who just holds you tight, prevents you from running further but does not hurt you. As you calm down, slowing down your erratic breathing, you hear the sound of fighting behind you; you turn around, glimpse <<if $ch10_savior == "will">>$wilfred violently bringing $w_his longsword sideways, instantly killing one of the men who wanted you dead. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_Fail]]>><</button>></center><<else>>Cyril bringing $c_his longsword sideways, instantly killing one of the men who wanted you dead. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Cyril_Fail]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>><<set $ch10_caught_lieutenant = true>>You try to bolt away, but there is nowhere to go. "Get back here!" one of them orders right before lunging at you. You barely manage to evade his strike, step out of the way of the other's attack more on blind luck than due to any skill of yours; panic overrides your mind, and there is only one single, simple idea that monopolizes your thoughts. Run. <i>Run. Run. Run.</i> You think you almost trip, but you don't care, not as long as your legs can make you distance your would-be murderers. You shout when you're caught—a scream you're barely aware of as you're immediately flung away, into the arms of someone who just holds you tight, prevents you from running further but does not hurt you. As you calm down, slowing down your erratic breathing, you hear the sound of fighting behind you; you turn around, glimpse <<if $ch10_savior == "will">>$wilfred violently bringing $w_his longsword sideways, instantly killing one of the men who wanted you dead. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_Fail]]>><</button>></center><<else>>Cyril bringing $c_his longsword sideways, instantly killing one of the men who wanted you dead. <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Cyril_Fail]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

It's only $wilfred. "Are you alright?" $w_he asks quickly, loudly when $w_he spots the men rolling in their blood in the grass. $w_He moves to reach for $w_his sword, stops when $w_he realizes that neither man is a threat any longer. "What is the meaning of this?" $w_He walks ahead of you, ignoring the soldier choking on his blood to focus on the one you merely disabled with a blow to the knee. "What happened?" $w_he asks, turning back towards you. You get an inkling that $w_he suspects what has transpired, but wants confirmation before taking action. <<include Ch10_Will_Questions_PostFight>>

It's only Cyril, a pack of soldiers right on $c_his heels. "Are you hurt?" $c_he asks, approaching you quickly with a concerned frown, crossbow in hand. <<include Ch10_Cyril_PostFight>>

You blink as something—someone—crashes into your opponent, sending him flying to the ground. It is $wilfred, sword in hand, who immediately pulls you behind $w_him, $w_his hold strong and maybe too brusque, letting you go only to face off against the man who tried to murder you. It is a quick and swift thing, his demise; he stands back up, $wilfred steps forward, and the attempted strike is quickly evaded, a vain try before the Commander runs $w_his sword through him with nary a moment's hesitation. "Are you alright?" $w_he asks, voice loud as $w_he turns back towards you. "What happened?" You get an inkling that $w_he suspects what has transpired, but wants confirmation before taking action. <<include Ch10_Will_Questions_PostFight>>

A loud snap behind you, and your opponent falls backwards to the ground. You blink, survey the scene; one of them is clutching his arm and howling in pain, the other stares up blindly, a bolt deep into his forehead. You spin around just as these words reach you, uttered by a familiar voice, "Are you hurt?" Cyril, with a pack of soldiers right on $c_his heels, approaches you with a concerned expression, $c_his crossbow in hand. <<include Ch10_Cyril_PostFight>>

<<set $ch10_fail == true>>"Are you hurt?" $c_he asks, approaching you quickly with a concerned frown.<<if $ch10_caught_lieutenant == true>> You look at the person still holding you, recognize one of the lieutenants you spotted minutes earlier, talking with Cyril. She lets you go, and you turn to face Cyril, who's still waiting for a reply, worry lining $c_his features.<</if>> <<include Ch10_Cyril_PostFight>>

<<set $ch10_fail = true>>"Are you alright?" $wilfred asks, loudly, as $w_he walks towards you.<<if $ch10_caught_lieutenant == true>> You look at the person still holding you, recognize the red-haired Lieutenant you spotted minutes earlier. She lets you go as $wilfred continues with a new question,<</if>> "What happened?" You get an inkling that $w_he suspects what has transpired, but wants confirmation before taking action. <<include Ch10_Will_Questions_PostFight>>

<ul> <li>[[″They tried to kill me.″->Ch10_Will_01a]]</li> <li>[[″They tried to kill me. Obviously.″->Ch10_Will_01b]]</li> <li>[[″Do you really need to ask?″->Ch10_Will_01c]]</li> <li>[[″Nothing. As you can tell, we were just having a nice chat.″->Ch10_Will_01d]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing. I'm too shaken up to speak.->Ch10_Will_01e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"They tried to kill me," you explain. $wilfred's frown deepens, and $w_he forcibly pulls the surviving would-be assassin up, ignoring his pained whines to scream in his face, "Who sent you?" <<include Ch10_Will_02>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>"They tried to kill me. Obviously," you say. $wilfred's frown deepens, and $w_he forcibly pulls the surviving would-be assassin up, ignoring his pained whines to scream in his face, "Who sent you?" <<include Ch10_Will_02>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Do you really need to ask?" $wilfred's frown deepens, and $w_he forcibly pulls the surviving would-be assassin up, ignoring his pained whines to scream in his face, "Who sent you?" <<include Ch10_Will_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+10)>>"Nothing. As you can tell, we were just having a nice chat." $w_He regards you a short moment, your attempt at humor clearly flying over $w_his head, then turns away. $w_He forcibly pulls the surviving would-be assassin up, ignoring his pained whines to scream in his face, "Who sent you?" <<include Ch10_Will_02>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>$wilfred waits for your reply, and when it fails to come, $w_his frown deepens. $w_He forcibly pulls the surviving would-be assassin up, ignoring his pained whines to scream in his face, "Who sent you?" <<include Ch10_Will_02>>

$w_He gets a yelp in response. "Is it Stanislas?" The man only whimpers, and $wilfred lets him fall back to the ground. Footsteps sound behind you again; more of your soldiers. "You!" $wilfred points at one of them. "Help me take this fool down to the dungeon." "What will you be doing with him?" you ask. "Interrogating him, of course." $w_He lets the soldiers haul the traitor up, stands by you a moment while they move away. "Come with me, $mcname_will," $w_he says. "You shouldn't roam the fort alone before we've made sure that it is safe to do so." <center><<button [[Next|Ch10_Will_Dungeon]]>><</button>></center>

The access to the lower level of the fort is through a locked door off to the side of the building; the descent through narrow, dimly lit stairs is not for the faint of heart, gloomy and damp. The dungeon itself is rather spacious, though its low ceilings and wavering lights give it a rather oppressive quality. There are about ten cells, most of them empty. While the traitor gets himself locked up, the only other occupied cell is the one presently housing Lieutenant Thomas. He looks well, all things considered; he's half lying in a simple cot, a book in his lap while he watches the happenings with an amused gleam to his eyes. <ul> <li>[[″Lieutenant Thomas. How are you doing?″->Ch10_Will_02a]]</li> <li>[[″Thomas. Are you comfy in there?″->Ch10_Will_02b]]</li> <li>[[″Lieutenant Thomas. I'm sorry to see that you're still down here.″->Ch10_Will_02c]]</li> <li>[[″Still down here? I hope it gave you time to rethink your infatuation for Stanislas.″->Ch10_Will_02d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Lieutenant Thomas," you begin, stopping outside his cell. "How are you doing?" You can see him push down a laugh. "Fine, really," he replies, slowly getting up to come stand near the bars. <<include Ch10_Will_03>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Thomas," you begin, stopping outside his cell. "Are you comfy in there?" You hear him chuckle. "I am," he replies, slowly getting up to come stand near the bars. <<include Ch10_Will_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"Lieutenant Thomas," you begin, stopping outside his cell. "I'm sorry to see that you're still down here." You can see him push down a laugh. "Don't worry about me, Your Highness," he replies, slowly getting up to come stand near the bars. <<include Ch10_Will_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Still down here?" you say, stopping outside his cell. "I hope it gave you some much needed time to rethink your infatuation for Stanislas." You hear him chuckle. "You can call it an infatuation, if you will," he replies, slowly getting up to come stand near the bars. <<include Ch10_Will_03>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Come say that to my face, you coward!" <<include Ch10_Will_04>>

"What was that?" <<include Ch10_Will_04>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Mind repeating that, Thomas?" you say with a half-shrug. "I'm hard of hearing." <<include Ch10_Will_04>>

He's smiling when he's back, and he leans on the bars, his left forearm holding up his weight as he whispers, "Too bad you're still alive, Your Highness. But that is sure to change in the coming days." <ul> <li>[[″What is that supposed to mean?″->Ch10_Will_04a]]</li> <li>[[″Why speak this way? You barely know me.″->Ch10_Will_04b]]</li> <li>[[″Keep this up and I'll have you executed.″->Ch10_Will_04c]]</li> </ul>

"What?!" You're not surprised when that's the first word out of Ariana's mouth when <<if $ch10_savior == "will">>$wilfred<<else>>Cyril<</if>> tells her about the attempt on your life. "Why would Stanislas try to have $him <<if $ch8_StanLetter == true>>killed? Wasn't he just singing $his praises in his letter?"<<else>>killed?"<</if>> She crosses her arms in her chair, seated at the end of the table in the middle of the council room. "I'm not sure those soldiers were Stanislas's men," Cyril says from $c_his seat to your left. "They arrived with the reinforcements, from one of the forts south of Goldridge." "Who's manning that fort?" Ariana asks. Cyril looks down at an opened book lying in the middle of the table. "Captain Gardiella. Do you want them summoned?" "Not now. We're launching the assault in five days. But do send them a letter. We'll be getting to the bottom of this." Cyril nods. "The prisoner will be interrogated. I will let you know what we manage to get out of him." "And what's being done to avoid a repeat of this?" Ariana asks, eyes sharp while she flicks her wrist, impatience in her every move. Cyril looks at $wilfred opposite $c_him. When the chestnut-haired Commander fails to speak, $c_he turns back towards your sister. "You and $mcname will have bodyguards assigned to you, picked among my most trusted soldiers. In the meantime, every lieutenant will be going through their units' records, and ascertaining each soldier's loyalty." Ariana gives $c_him a long look. $wilfred frowns but says nothing either. There is an edge of annoyance to Ariana's voice as she declares, "That will have to do, for now. Thank you, $c_sir Cyril." She stands up, signaling the end of the meeting. "$mcname, can you stay a minute?" The two commanders take their leave, leaving you alone with your sister. <<if $aff_ariana >= 40>><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_ArianaPlus]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[Next|Ch10_ArianaMinus]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

"What is that supposed to mean?" He arches one of his brows, gives a dismissive shrug as he enigmatically replies, "You'll figure it out soon enough." He retreats back into his cell with a smirk. <center><<button [[You Leave The Dungeon...|Ch10_Ariana]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Why speak this way? You barely know me." <<if $aff_stan >= 60 || $pacifist >= 60>>His smile falters, and he considers your words a moment. "True. Perhaps you really are the only sensible member of your family. But you are not the one in charge, are you?"<<else>>"I know enough. Your family's reputation precedes you, everywhere you go."<</if>> He retreats back into his cell with a smirk. <center><<button [[You Leave The Dungeon...|Ch10_Ariana]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>>"Keep this up and I'll have you executed." He only smiles. "Spoken like a true Royal." He retreats back into his cell with a smirk. <center><<button [[You Leave The Dungeon...|Ch10_Ariana]]>><</button>></center>

<ul> <li>[[″No, I'm fine.″->Ch10_Cyril_01a]]</li> <li>[[″No, but they are.″->Ch10_Cyril_01b]]</li> <li>[[″No thanks to you! Where were you?!″->Ch10_Cyril_01c]]</li> <<if $aff_cyril >=60 && $interest_cyril == true>><li>[["I run into " + $c_his + " arms. I'm so relieved to see "+ $c_him + "!"->Ch10_Cyril_01d]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"No, I'm fine." $c_He nods, moves to take a long look at the man writhing on the ground. <<include Ch10_Cyril_02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"No, but they are," you reply. $c_He nods, and moves to take a long look at the man writhing on the ground. <<include Ch10_Cyril_02>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"No thanks to you!" you snap back. "Where were you?!" "I came as soon as I realized something was wrong." $c_He moves to take a long look at the man writhing on the ground. <<include Ch10_Cyril_02>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+2)>>You sprint forward. $c_His eyes widen in surprise, but $c_he quickly discards $c_his weapon to catch you as you launch yourself into $c_his arms. You feel $c_his steady pulse against your skin as you sink into $c_his warm embrace, and the rhythm helps in soothing you and slowing down your own frantic heartbeat. $c_He gathers you close, keeps one arm around you as $c_he uses the other to direct $c_his soldiers. "Men," $c_he says, "to the dungeon with that one. The other one belongs in the morgue." As the soldiers spring into action, $c_he asks you, "Can you tell me what happened?" <ul> <li>[[″They must have been following me, and tried to strike when I was alone.″->Ch10_Cyril_02a]]</li> <li>[[″Pretty obvious, isn't it? They ambushed and tried to kill me.″->Ch10_Cyril_02b]]</li> <li>[[″I don't know. I just know they wanted me dead.″->Ch10_Cyril_02c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"They must have been following me around the fort," you surmise as Cyril invites you to start walking with $c_him, following $c_his soldiers as they cart the traitor off, "tried to strike when I was <<if $ch10_politics == true>>alone. They were sympathetic to Stanislas's cause. Perhaps two of his own soldiers?"<<else>>alone."<</if>> <<include Ch10_Cyril_03>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Pretty obvious, isn't it? They ambushed and tried to kill me," you say as Cyril directs you to start walking with $c_him, following $c_his soldiers as they cart the traitor off. <<if $ch10_politics == true>>"They were sympathetic to Stanislas's cause. Perhaps two of his own soldiers?"<</if>> <<include Ch10_Cyril_03>>

"I don't know. I just know they wanted me dead," you reply as Cyril directs you to start walking with $c_him, following $c_his soldiers as they cart the traitor off. <<if $ch10_politics == true>>"Perhaps they're Stanislas's soldiers?"<</if>> <<include Ch10_Cyril_03>>

<<if $ch10_fail == false>>$c_He folds $c_his crossbow, slides it back behind $c_his back,<<else>>$c_He sheathes $c_his weapon,<</if>> and bends down to pick up one of the discarded swords and inspect it. "Men," $c_he says eventually, "to the dungeon with this one. The other one belongs in the morgue." The soldiers spring into action, and as they execute $c_his order, Cyril sidles up to you. "Can you tell me what exactly happened?" <ul> <li>[[″They must have been following me, and tried to strike when I was alone.″->Ch10_Cyril_02a]]</li> <li>[[″Pretty obvious, isn't it? They ambushed and tried to kill me.″->Ch10_Cyril_02b]]</li> <li>[[″I don't know. I just know they wanted me dead.″->Ch10_Cyril_02c]]</li> </ul>

"They're not my men. I don't recognize either of them," Cyril replies, tone low as you pass through ranks of curious soldiers. "Back to your posts!" $c_he calls out, breaking up the hubbub. $c_He then adds, in a lower voice, "They can't be Stanislas's men either. The reconnaissance team would have spotted them coming out of the Royal castle's gates." <center><<button [[You Head To The Dungeon...|Ch10_Cyril_Dungeon]]>><</button>></center>

The access to the lower level of the fort is through a locked door to the side of the building; the descent through narrow, dimly lit stairs is not for the faint of heart, gloomy and damp. The dungeon itself is rather spacious, though its low ceilings and wavering lights give it a rather oppressive quality. There are about ten cells, most of them empty. While the traitor gets himself locked up, the only other occupied cell is the one presently housing Lieutenant Thomas. He looks well, all things considered; he's half lying in a simple cot, a book in his lap while he watches the happenings with an amused gleam to his eyes. <ul> <li>[[″Lieutenant Thomas. How are you doing?″->Ch10_Cyril_03a]]</li> <li>[[″Thomas. Are you comfy in there?″->Ch10_Cyril_03b]]</li> <li>[[″Lieutenant Thomas. I'm sorry to see that you're still down here.″->Ch10_Cyril_03c]]</li> <li>[[″Still down here? I hope it gave you time to rethink your infatuation for Stanislas.″->Ch10_Cyril_03d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"Lieutenant Thomas," you begin, stopping outside his cell. "How are you doing?" You can see him push down a laugh. "Fine, really," he replies, slowly getting up to come stand near the bars. <<include Ch10_Cyril_04>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Lieutenant Thomas," you begin, stopping outside his cell. "I'm sorry to see you still down here." You can see him push down a laugh. "Don't worry about me, Your Highness," he replies, slowly getting up to come stand near the bars. <<include Ch10_Cyril_04>>

His shoulder-length hair is combed back, slick with water or oil, you're not quite sure with the way the orange light plays off his strands. His smile is quite affable, slow and easy, and he continues, leaning against the metal holding him away, "It seems one of your loyal subjects has tried murdering you. I can't say I'm surprised." "Thomas," comes Cyril's voice. $c_He seems on the edge of concerned as $c_he walks slowly towards you and, on the other side of the heavy bars, $c_his lieutenant. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Sorrier still that you're speaking your misguided opinions out loud with such carelessness." Thomas doesn't seem to have anything to reply to that. He pushes himself off the bars, and his eyes fix themselves on the Commander as they share a silent gaze. "I remain loyal to you, $c_sir Cyril," Thomas speaks suddenly. "But I still agree with Stanislas, insofar as Arcadie would be better off without the Royal family at its helm." "That's too bad," Cyril says softly, and $c_his hands rest on $c_his hips as $c_he takes a long breath. "You'll be remaining here until such time as you have changed your mind." The Lieutenant looks relatively unperturbed at this news, perhaps because he was expecting it. He retreats into his cell with a respectful nod to the Commander, and a smirk to you. <center><<button [[You Leave The Dungeon...|Ch10_Ariana]]>><</button>></center>

Her face falls, and she takes wide steps closer to you. "I'm so sorry you went through this. Are you alright?" she asks, lips in an unhappy line. <ul> <li>[[″I think so.″->Ch10_ArianaPlus_1a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm unharmed.″ I'm fine physically. Not so sure mentally.->Ch10_ArianaPlus_1b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm alive, aren't I?″->Ch10_ArianaPlus_1c]]</li> </ul>

She sets her jaw and gazes steadily at you. "Are you alright?" she asks with a serious tone. <ul> <li>[[″I think so.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_1a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm unharmed.″ I'm fine physically. Not so sure mentally.->Ch10_ArianaMinus_1b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm alive, aren't I?″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_1c]]</li> <li>[[″Do you even care?″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_1d]]</li> </ul>

"I think so." <<include Ch10_ArianaPlus_2>>

"I'm unharmed," you say, looking away. <<include Ch10_ArianaPlus_2>>

"I'm alive, aren't I?" <<include Ch10_ArianaPlus_2>>

She nods faintly. "Stanislas will pay for this. He'll pay for this and for everything else. I promise." <ul> <li>[[″It wasn't his doing, this time, though.″->Ch10_ArianaPlus_2a]]</li> <li>[[″This is just leading us down an unending cycle of warring.″->Ch10_ArianaPlus_2b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch10_ArianaPlus_2c]]</li> </ul>

"It wasn't his doing, this time, though." "Wasn't it? He's at the root of all this." She nods gravely. "As I said. Rest assured, he won't be getting away with any of this." <<if $ch10_savior == "cyril">><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Cyril_Room]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Will_Room]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)>>"This is just leading us down an unending cycle of warring." "We'll wage war until we no longer need to." She nods gravely. "As I said. Rest assured, he won't be getting away with any of this." <<if $ch10_savior == "cyril">><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Cyril_Room]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Will_Room]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)>>"I'm looking forward to it." She nods gravely. "As I said. Rest assured, he won't be getting away with any of this." <<if $ch10_savior == "cyril">><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Cyril_Room]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Will_Room]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

Cyril escorts you back to your quarters, through darkened corridors and long hallways, the clink of metal and leather accompanying your steps. Two soldiers are still at your back, and when you reach your quarters, Cyril introduces them. "This is Finn, and this is Erin. Both of them are exemplary soldiers, and starting today, they will guard you with their lives." They both bow quickly. <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>"Yes sir!"<<else>>"Yes ma'am!"<</if>> <<if $aff_cyril < 60>>"For tonight, they'll stand guard at your door," Cyril explains. "Please rest well, knowing that you're well-guarded." $c_He wishes you a good night and takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center><<else>>Cyril opens the door for you. Once you're both inside your room, $c_he explains, "For tonight, they'll stand guard at your door. That should help you rest a little easier." The door closes behind you, and there's now only the two of you in your quarters. Candles twinkle on various surfaces, a wavering light that casts concerned shadows over Cyril's face. "I never would have imagined you would get attacked inside my own fort," $c_he says. "But it was an oversight, you not having bodyguards." $c_He walks away from the door, arms crossed over $c_his chest. "I promise you this: I won't let it happen again." <<if $interest_cyril == true && $kiss_cyril == true>><<include Ch10_CyrilRomantic>><<else>><<include Ch10_CyrilPlatonic>><</if>><</if>>

$wilfred escorts you back to your room, through darkened corridors and long hallways, the clink of metal and leather accompanying your steps. Two soldiers are still at your back, and when you reach your quarters, <<if $aff_will < 60>>$wilfred introduces them both. "This is Erin and Finn. Cyril recommended them. They will be your bodyguards starting today." They both bow quickly.<<if $will_gender == "male">>"Yes sir!"<<else>>"Yes ma'am!"<</if>> "For tonight, they will be standing guard at your door," $wilfred explains. "Let them know if you need anything." $w_He wishes you a good night and takes $w_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center><<else>>they stay outside the door while you go inside. Once you're alone in your quarters, $wilfred immediately launches into an apology. "This should never have happened. Fortunately, you're unharmed." $w_His eyes wander away as $w_he seems absorbed in $w_his own thoughts, and $w_he starts slowly pacing around your room. "We should have assigned bodyguards to you from the very start. We were too certain that the fort was safe, but Stanislas's influence is more far-reaching than we believed." $w_He faces you again, very solemn as $w_he declares, "Starting tonight, two soldiers will be with you at all times; for now, they will stay posted in front of your room. Please don't go anywhere without them; at least not until we've ascertained where exactly those two traitors even came from." <ul> <li>[["″Thank you, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch10_WillRoom_01a]]</li> <li>[[″Better late than never, I guess...″->Ch10_WillRoom_01b]]</li> <li>[[″I have to say, that was quite the oversight.″->Ch10_WillRoom_01c]]</li> <li>[[″Thank you. That makes me feel better, but I actually feel safest when I'm with you,″ I say with a smile.->Ch10_WillRoom_01d]]</li> <li>[[″Can't it be you instead?... I mean—I would feel safer with you,″ I stammer out.->Ch10_WillRoom_01e]]</li> <li>[[″You're right that this never should have happened. What are you all, stupid?″->Ch10_WillRoom_01f]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"I think so." She nods faintly. "Stanislas will pay for this. He'll pay for this and for everything else. I promise." <ul> <li>[[″It wasn't his doing, this time, though.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2a]]</li> <li>[[″This is just leading us down an unending cycle of warring.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2c]]</li> <li>[[″Whatever.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2d]]</li> </ul>

"I'm unharmed," you say, looking away. She nods faintly. "Stanislas will pay for this. He'll pay for this and for everything else. I promise." <ul> <li>[[″It wasn't his doing, this time, though.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2a]]</li> <li>[[″This is just leading us down an unending cycle of warring.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2c]]</li> <li>[[″Whatever.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2d]]</li> </ul>

"I'm alive, aren't I?" She nods faintly. "Stanislas will pay for this. He'll pay for this and for everything else. I promise." <ul> <li>[[″It wasn't his doing, this time, though.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2a]]</li> <li>[[″This is just leading us down an unending cycle of warring.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2c]]</li> <li>[[″Whatever.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2d]]</li> </ul>

"Do you even care?" you snap. She frowns at you. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't." Crossing her arms, she adds, "Stanislas will pay for this. He'll pay for this and for everything else. I promise." <ul> <li>[[″It wasn't his doing, this time, though.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2a]]</li> <li>[[″This is just leading us down an unending cycle of warring.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm looking forward to it.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2c]]</li> <li>[[″Whatever.″->Ch10_ArianaMinus_2d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"Whatever." She scoffs. "Fine. We're done here." <<if $ch10_savior == "cyril">><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Cyril_Room]]>><</button>></center><<else>><center><<button [[You Leave The Council Room...|Ch10_Will_Room]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $alright = false>><<set $RanAwayCyril = false>>Four days have passed, and you've convened in the council room again to discuss last-minute plan changes and of what transpired through the would-be assassin's interrogation. The windows are wide open, and their curtains flap in the wind. You glimpse the unit leaders, Cyril's lieutenants mostly, giving their troops instructions and orders. The shuffle and bustle flitting from the courtyard don't perturb your conversation, however. <<if $ch5_choiceplan == "breach" || $ch5_choiceplan == "refuse">>"$mcname," Ariana calls, stirring you away from your contemplations. "Make sure to always stay with me, during the battle." <ul> <li>[[″Why?″->Ch11_NoChange]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch11_NoChange][$alright = true]]</li> <<if $aff_ariana < 40>><li>[[″Explain.″->Ch11_Explain]]</li><</if>> </ul><<else>>"$mcname," Ariana calls, stirring you away from your contemplations. "Change of plan. I want you to stay with me, during the battle." <ul> <li>[[″What? Why?″->Ch11_NoChange]]</li> <li>[[″Is there a reason for this change?″->Ch11_NoChange]]</li> <li>[[″Great idea, changing plans on the eve of battle...″->Ch11_NoChange][$playful to $playful.fm(+5), $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch11_NoChange][$alright = true]]</li> <<if $aff_ariana < 40>><li>[[″Explain.″->Ch11_Explain]]</li><</if>> </ul><</if>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"Thank you, $mcwill." $w_He nods. <<include Ch10_Will_SkipRom>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Better late than never, I guess." To that, $w_he makes no answer. <<include Ch10_Will_SkipRom>>

"I have to say, that was <i>quite</i> the oversight," you remark. $wilfred stares at you. "It was. On my part, on Cyril's part." $w_He crosses $w_his arms. "But we've taken steps so that it won't happen again." <<include Ch10_Will_SkipRom>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_will += 1>>"Thank you, $mcwill." You give a smiling nod. "That makes me feel better already. Although, to tell you the truth…" $w_He interrupts $w_his pacing, $w_his attention on you as $w_he blinks, listening intently, brows slightly drawn together in a focused frown. "I feel safest when I'm with you, $mcwill." You see $w_his body tensing up by degrees; $w_his back goes straighter, making $w_him seem taller; and $w_his arms meet over $w_his chest in a tight fold. $w_His lips part, and you expect $w_him to speak, but $w_he doesn't; $w_his eyes wander away to scan your surroundings which aren't all that interesting. "I'm glad my presence can put you at ease," $w_he says eventually, in spite of not looking half as glad as $w_he claims. $w_He looks at you as $w_he continues, "I will always do my utmost to ensure your wellbeing." <ul> <li>[[$w_His + " words make me feel happy."->Ch10_WillRoom_02a]]</li> <li>[[My cheeks start burning.->Ch10_WillRoom_02b]]</li> <li>[[″Will you now...? Good to know,″ I say with a sly smile.->Ch10_WillRoom_02c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>"Can't it be you instead?" The words slip out of your lips, and as $wilfred slowly blinks at you, you rush to add, "I mean—I would feel safer with you." $w_He watches you steadily, blank expression not giving anything away. $w_His intense gaze on you makes your heart rate spike in your ears. Eventually, $w_he says while bringing $w_his arms up, crossing them over $w_his chest, "I'm glad my presence can put you at ease. I will always do my utmost to ensure your wellbeing." <ul> <li>[[$w_His + " words make me feel happy."->Ch10_WillRoom_02a]]</li> <li>[[My cheeks start burning.->Ch10_WillRoom_02b]]</li> <li>[[″Will you now...? Good to know,″ I say with a sly smile.->Ch10_WillRoom_02c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-10)>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-15)>>"You're right that this never should have happened. What are you all, stupid?" $w_He stares at you, expression unchanging except for the minute narrowing of $w_his eyes. "I'll leave you to figure out the answer to that by yourself. Rest now," $w_he says decisively, "you seem to need it. Good night, Your Highness." $w_He takes $w_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<ul> <li>[[″Would you stay here with me, tonight? Just until I've fallen asleep.″->Ch10_WillRoom_03a]]</li> <li>[[″Could you stay?... Just for a little while?″ I ask with some hesitation.->Ch10_WillRoom_03b]]</li> <li>[["″Good night, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch10_WillRoom_03c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $flirt_will += 1>>There is a sort of fuzzy feeling that sprouts right in the middle of your chest. As your heart beats, the feeling spreads through you, warm and soft and soothing. It tingles, right at the tips of your fingers, and you find yourself smiling, and for a moment, $wilfred smiles back. <<include Ch10_Will_SkipRom>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>Your heartbeat picks up its pace, and soon enough, you feel a familiar warmth blooming across your face. $wilfred smiles at you for some reason, and for once, it takes more than a single second for it to disappear. <<include Ch10_Will_SkipRom>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>>"Will you now…? Good to know," you say with a sly smile. $w_He shakes $w_his head minutely, clearly disapproving of whatever you're trying to imply. <<include Ch10_Will_SkipRom>>

<<if $shy_w >= 50>>"Would you stay here with me, tonight? Just until I've fallen asleep." $w_His eyes widen immediately. "That's only if that's alright with you," you add. "I would feel better with you here, rather than with two soldiers I don't know." "I wouldn't let just anyone be your bodyguard," $w_he replies carefully. "You can trust Erin and Finn." That sounded like an implicit refusal of your request. <ul> <li>[["″It's fine. Thank you, " + $mcwill + ". For everything.″"->Ch10_WillRoom_04a]]</li> <li>[[″Never mind. Forget I asked.″->Ch10_WillRoom_04b]]</li> <li>[[″It's you I trust the most.″->Ch10_WillRoom_04c]]</li> </ul><<else>>"Could you stay with me, tonight?—" $w_His eyes narrow, and $w_he cuts you off with a resounding "No." You say nothing for a beat, just watch $w_him with rounder eyes. "It would be inappropriate," $w_he clarifies. <ul> <li>[[″I wasn't trying to suggest anything untoward. It would genuinely make me feel better.″->Ch10_WillRoom_05a]]</li> <li>[[″You're no fun at all.″->Ch10_WillRoom_05b]]</li> <li>[[″Forget it, then.″->Ch10_WillRoom_05c]]</li> </ul><</if>>

<<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(+10)>>"Could you stay?… Just for a little while?" $w_He eyes you curiously. "Only if that's alright with you," you add. "It's just that… I would feel better with you here, rather than with two soldiers I don't know." "I wouldn't let just anyone be your bodyguard," $w_he replies carefully. "You can trust Erin and Finn." That sounded like an implicit refusal of your request. <ul> <li>[["″It's fine. Thank you, " + $mcwill + ". For everything.″"->Ch10_WillRoom_04a]]</li> <li>[[″Never mind. Forget I asked.″->Ch10_WillRoom_04b]]</li> <li>[[″It's you I trust the most.″->Ch10_WillRoom_04c]]</li> </ul>

"Well. Good night, $mcwill." $w_He nods. "Don't hesitate to let your guards know if you need anything." $w_He wishes you a good night and takes $w_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"It's fine," you reply. "Thank you, $mcwill. For everything." $w_He watches you carefully, with $w_his intense and sharp-looking eyes, then looks over to the side, where your bed and, not far from it, a table and two chairs are located. "I suppose I could stay, for an hour or two." $w_He turns back towards you, and there is a strange weight to $w_his gaze, long and steady and very blue. "If you want me to." <ul> <li>[[″I do want you to.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06a]]</li> <li>[[″...Yes.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06b]]</li> <li>[[″Never mind.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06c]]</li> </ul>

"Never mind. Forget I asked." $w_He presses $w_his lips together, but only nods. "Don't hesitate to let your guards know if you need anything." $w_He wishes you a good night and takes $w_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"It's <i>you</i> I trust the most," you reply. $w_He watches you carefully, with $w_his intense and sharp-looking eyes, then looks over to the side, where your bed and, not far from it, a table and two chairs are located. "I suppose I could stay, for an hour or two." $w_He turns back towards you, and there is a strange weight to $w_his gaze, long and steady and very blue. "If you want me to." <ul> <li>[[″I do want you to.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06a]]</li> <li>[[″...Yes.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06b]]</li> <li>[[″Never mind.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06c]]</li> </ul>

"I'm not trying to suggest anything untoward," you explain, motioning slowly with your hand. "Having you here would genuinely make me feel better." $w_He watches you carefully, with $w_his intense and sharp-looking eyes, then looks over to the side, where your bed and, not far from it, a table and two chairs are located. "I suppose I could stay, for an hour or two." $w_He turns back towards you, and there is a strange weight to $w_his gaze, long and steady and very blue. "If you want me to." <ul> <li>[[″I do want you to.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06a]]</li> <li>[[″...Yes.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06b]]</li> <li>[[″Never mind.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06c]]</li> </ul>

"You're no fun at all," you lament. "I'm not trying to be 'fun'," $w_he replies. Still, $w_he looks to the side, where your bed and, not far from it, a table and two chairs are located. "I suppose I could stay, for an hour or two." $w_He turns back towards you. "Until you've fallen asleep." $w_His gaze is long and steady, and very blue. "If you want me to." <ul> <li>[[″I do want you to.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06a]]</li> <li>[[″...Yes.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06b]]</li> <li>[[″Never mind.″->Ch10_WillRoom_06c]]</li> </ul>

"Forget it, then." "I intend to. I'll let you rest." $w_He turns away. "Don't hesitate to let your guards know if you need anything." $w_He wishes you a good night and takes $w_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $interest_will = true>><<set $ch10_willstayed = true>>"I do want you to," you confirm. <<include Ch10_WillStay>>

<<set $interest_will = true>><<set $ch10_willstayed = true>>You lose yourself a moment in those eyes, only come back to the present moment when they narrow inquisitively at you. "…Yes," you confirm. <<include Ch10_WillStay>>

"Never mind." $w_He nods. "Don't hesitate to let your guards know if you need anything." $w_He wishes you a good night and takes $w_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $alright = false>>$w_He nods, lips pressed into a tight line. $w_He moves to sit at the table, turning sideways, away from you while you start getting ready for bed. You undo the belt holding your sword around your hips and place it against the wall. The rest of your nightly routine takes place in the bathroom, where you freshen up and change out of your blue and gold uniform and into your night clothes. <<if $flirt_will > 1>>$wilfred's eyes flick to you when you next emerge, scanning you quickly, up and down, darting away before you can react; $w_he then stares diligently at nothing while you put your used clothes away. <</if>>While you move to slide inside your bed, $wilfred stands up, marches towards the candles scattered around your room, gathers a long one along with its silver stand and extinguishes the others. $w_He places the only remaining lit one on the table and seats $w_himself in front of it, $w_his profile drawn in orange and red tones in the darkness. <ul> <li>[["″Are you alright, " + $mcwill + "?″"->Ch10_WillRoom_07a]]</li> <li>[[I go to sleep.->Ch10_WillRoom_07b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $alright = true>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"Are you alright, $mcwill?" you inquire. "With everything that has happened?" $w_His back straightens, the chair creaking as $w_he seats $w_himself properly to face you. "I should be the one asking you that question." You can't see them, but you can almost imagine $w_his eyebrows knotting. "Are <i>you</i> alright?" <ul> <li>[[″I'm alright.″->Ch10_WillRoom_08a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm alright. I think.″->Ch10_WillRoom_08b]]</li> <li>[[″I don't even know anymore.″->Ch10_WillRoom_08c]]</li> <li>[[″Does it even matter? My state of mind changes nothing.″->Ch10_WillRoom_08d]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not alright.″->Ch10_WillRoom_08e]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not, and I'm not sure anyone cares. I almost got killed ten feet away from you.″->Ch10_WillRoom_08f]]</li> </ul>

You are too tired to make conversation, and you soon doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch10_Will_Morning]]>><</button>></center>

You wake up as a sun ray slips through the blinds and persistently shines into your eyes. Blearily, you stand up, squint ahead at the unknown form several feet away from you. It takes a second for your brain to register it as $wilfred, slumped forward over the table, sound asleep with $w_his head in the crook of $w_his arm. <ul> <li>[["I call out " + $w_his + " name."->Ch10_WillRoom_10a]]</li> <li>[["I nudge " + $w_him + " softly awake."->Ch10_WillRoom_10b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-10)>>"I'm alright." "You have more fortitude than most." <ul> <li>[[″Still, things haven't been easy on you, either. I'm here, if you need to talk.″->Ch10_WillRoom_09b]]</li> <li>[[″So. Are you alright?″->Ch10_WillRoom_09a]]</li> <li>[[I fall asleep.->Ch10_WillSleep]]</li> </ul>

"I'm alright." Are you? Really? You add after a beat, "I think." "You have more fortitude than most." <ul> <li>[[″Still, things haven't been easy on you, either. I'm here, if you need to talk.″->Ch10_WillRoom_09b]]</li> <li>[[″So. Are you alright?″->Ch10_WillRoom_09a]]</li> <li>[[I fall asleep.->Ch10_WillSleep]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"I don't even know anymore," you confess, furrowing your head into the pillow. "The important thing is to keep moving forward, isn't it?" You can't tell $w_his expression in the dark, but you're certain $w_he's looking at you. "It is." <ul> <li>[[″Still, things haven't been easy on you, either. I'm here, if you need to talk.″->Ch10_WillRoom_09b]]</li> <li>[[″So. Are you alright?″->Ch10_WillRoom_09a]]</li> <li>[[I fall asleep.->Ch10_WillSleep]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"Does it even matter?" you ask wistfully. "My state of mind changes nothing, in the grand scheme of things." $w_He doesn't answer, and you can't tell $w_his expression in the dark, but you're certain $w_he's looking at you. <ul> <li>[[″Still, things haven't been easy on you, either. I'm here, if you need to talk.″->Ch10_WillRoom_09b]]</li> <li>[[″So. Are you alright?″->Ch10_WillRoom_09a]]</li> <li>[[I fall asleep.->Ch10_WillSleep]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>>"I'm not alright." You can't tell $w_his expression in the dark, but you're certain $w_he's looking at you. "I'm sorry." <ul> <li>[[″Still, things haven't been easy on you, either. I'm here, if you need to talk.″->Ch10_WillRoom_09b]]</li> <li>[[″So. Are you alright?″->Ch10_WillRoom_09a]]</li> <li>[[I fall asleep.->Ch10_WillSleep]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"I'm not alright, and I'm not sure anyone actually cares," you say. "Everyone is so focused on Ariana, Stanislas, the war. No wonder I almost got killed ten feet away from you." You can't tell $w_his expression in the dark, but you're certain $w_he's looking at you. "I'm sorry." <ul> <li>[[″Still, things haven't been easy on you, either. I'm here, if you need to talk.″->Ch10_WillRoom_09b]]</li> <li>[[″So. Are you alright?″->Ch10_WillRoom_09a]]</li> <li>[[I fall asleep.->Ch10_WillSleep]]</li> </ul>

Eventually, you're too tired to speak, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch10_Will_Morning]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>><<set $influence_will += 1>>"So. Are <i>you</i> alright?" $w_His eyes shine softly in the dark, gold and red from the candlelight. "As long as both you and Ariana are safe, I will be alright." Eventually, you're too tired to speak, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch10_Will_Morning]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+10)>><<set $influence_will += 1>>"Still, all of this can't have been easy on you, either. I can tell your dedication to the Kingdom, which I appreciate, but…" You trail off, not entirely sure where you're going with this. "I just wanted you to be aware that you're not alone in this. I appreciate everything you do for us, $mcwill. I'm not sure you'll ever take me up on the offer, but I'm here, if you ever want to talk." $w_His eyes shine softly in the dark, gold and red from the candlelight. $w_He doesn't reply. Eventually, you're too tired to speak, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[The Next Morning...|Ch10_Will_Morning]]>><</button>></center>

"$mcwill," you call out, but $w_he doesn't move. You come closer, your naked feet silent over the smooth floor. Looking down, you take a moment to observe $wilfred's sleeping face, which, you suspect, you won't have many opportunities to behold. $w_He seems so peaceful, resting in this way, brow smooth and hair in soft disarray, breath steady and slow, that you almost change your mind about waking $w_him. "$mcwill," you call again. "It's morning." $w_He jumps so hard it startles you, and you take a reflexive step back as $w_he bolts upright, chair clattering to the ground behind $w_him. When $w_he swivels around to shoot an alarmed glare at you, you raise a calming hand on instinct. <ul> <li>[["″" + $mcwill + ", it's just me.″"->Ch10_WillRoom_11a]]</li> <li>[[″Remind me to never wake you up again.″->Ch10_WillRoom_11b]]</li> <li>[[″Jumpy, are you?″->Ch10_WillRoom_11c]]</li> <li>[[″Calm down! What is wrong with you?″->Ch10_WillRoom_11d]]</li> </ul>

You come closer, your naked feet silent over the smooth floor. Looking down, you take a moment to observe $wilfred's sleeping face, which, you suspect, you won't have many opportunities to behold. $w_He seems so peaceful, resting in this way, brow smooth and hair in soft disarray, breath steady and slow, that you almost change your mind about waking $w_him. You reach forward, closing a careful hand around $w_his shoulder. "$mcwill," you call softly. "It's morning." $w_He jumps so hard it startles you, and you take a reflexive step back as $w_he bolts upright, chair clattering to the ground behind $w_him. When $w_he swivels around to shoot an alarmed glare at you, you raise a calming hand on instinct. <ul> <li>[["″" + $mcwill + ", it's just me.″"->Ch10_WillRoom_11a]]</li> <li>[[″Remind me to never wake you up again.″->Ch10_WillRoom_11b]]</li> <li>[[″Jumpy, are you?″->Ch10_WillRoom_11c]]</li> <li>[[″Calm down! What is wrong with you?″->Ch10_WillRoom_11d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>><<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"$mcwill, it's just me." <<include Ch10_WillWake>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Remind me to never wake you up again." <<include Ch10_WillWake>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Jumpy, are you?" <<include Ch10_WillWake>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"Calm down! What is wrong with you?" <<include Ch10_WillWake>>

"I apologize," $w_he fumbles, a hand pressed to $w_his forehead. $w_He looks around, and picks up the chair that $w_he had launched backwards. "I fell asleep—I wasn't planning to—" $w_He interrupts $w_himself to press $w_his eyes shut, maybe to chase off the last fragments of sleep from $w_his mind. <ul> <li>[["″Don't worry about it, " + $mcwill + ". Do you want us to have breakfast together?″"->Ch10_WillRoom_12a]]</li> <li>[[″It's morning. Do you want breakfast?″->Ch10_WillRoom_12b]]</li> <li>[[″It's fine. You're cute when you're sleeping.″->Ch10_WillRoom_12c]]</li> <li>[[″Well, you can get out, now.″->Ch10_WillRoom_12d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Don't worry about it, $mcwill," you say. "Do you want us to have breakfast together?" $w_He shakes $w_his head. "I've imposed long enough," $w_he declares, and gives a swift bow. "I will be seeing you later, $mcname_will." $w_He leaves before you can add anything else. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"It's morning," you helpfully point out. "Do you want breakfast?" $w_He shakes $w_his head. "I've imposed long enough," $w_he declares, and gives a swift bow. "I will be seeing you later, $mcname_will." $w_He leaves before you can add anything else. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"It's fine. You're cute when you sleep." $w_He stares at you, on the verge of outraged, but quickly shakes $w_his head. "Have a good morning, $mcname_will." $w_He leaves before you can add anything else. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>"Well, you can get out, now." $w_He nods. "I've imposed long enough," $w_he declares, and gives a swift bow. "I will be seeing you later, $mcname_will." $w_He leaves before you can add anything else. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<ul> <li>[[″I believe you.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom01a]]</li> <li>[[″It wasn't your fault.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom01b]]</li> <li>[[″You'd better not,″ I say jokingly.->Ch10_CyrilRoom01c]]</li> <li>[[″That was quite the oversight,″ I say with some displeasure.->Ch10_CyrilRoom01d]]</li> <li>[[″You'd better not let it happen again,″ I say threateningly.->Ch10_CyrilRoom01e]]</li> </ul>

$c_His gaze travels across your face. "Are you alright, $mcname_cyril? These last few weeks can't have been easy on you." <ul> <li>[[″No, they haven't. And I have a feeling it's not going to get any easier.″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_a]]</li> <li>[[″Where would be the fun in that, if they had been?″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_b]]</li> <li>[[I don't react.->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_c]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"I believe you." $c_His smile is bright, and it warms your heart when Cyril comes closer to softly place $c_his hand over your arm. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom02>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"It wasn't your fault." "Thank you, $mcname_cyril." $c_His expression brightens, and it warms your heart when Cyril comes closer to softly place $c_his hand over your arm. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom02>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"You'd better not," you say with a half-smile. $c_His answering smile is bright, and it warms your heart when Cyril comes closer to softly place $c_his hand over your arm. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom02>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-5)>>"That was <i>quite</i> the oversight," you say with some displeasure. $c_He appears a little discomfited, head leaning sideways, then gives a slow nod. "My mind may have been on other things. We're attacking the castle in only four days." $c_His expression regains its confidence. "I won't waste either of our time with excuses. It should not have happened, and it will not happen again." $c_He comes closer, and softly places a hand over your arm. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom02>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(-20)>>"You'd better not let it happen again," you say, the twinkle of a threat in your eye. $c_He stares at you, expression unchanging, then gives a quick nod. "Duly noted. Good night, $mcname_cyril." $c_He then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Are you alright, $mcname? These last few weeks have not been easy on you, have they?" <ul> <li>[[″It could be worse, I suppose.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom02a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm still alive. I can't really complain.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom02b]]</li> <li>[[″No, they haven't. And I have a feeling it's not going to get any easier.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom02c]]</li> <li>[[″Where would be the fun in that, if they were?″->Ch10_CyrilRoom02d]]</li> <li>[[″At least, I have you.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom02e]]</li> </ul>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>>"It could be worse, I suppose." There is a contrite edge to $c_his smile as $c_he agrees, "I suppose so. But I'm here for you, if you need me." <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom03>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"I'm still alive. I can't really complain." $c_He seems half amused half worried by your words. "You are allowed to complain, $mcname_cyril. I'm here for you, if you need me." <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom03>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(-5)>>"No, they haven't. And I have a feeling it's not going to get any easier." "If it's any consolation—and I hope it is, I am here for you, if you need me." <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom03>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Where would be the fun in that, if they were?" Cyril smiles. "Just let me know if you need me. I'm here for you." <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom03>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"At least, I have you." $c_His honey eyes sparkle as $c_his smile softens. "That you do. I'm here for you." <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom03>>

$c_His gaze is mellow, and $c_his hand lets go of your arm to settle over your fingers, holding them in a soft and warm grasp. <ul> <li>[[″Thank you.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom04a]]</li> <li>[[″I do need you.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom04b]]</li> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04c]]</li> <li>[["I let " + $c_him + " kiss me."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04d]]</li> <li>[["I hug " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04e]]</li> <li>[[I move away.->Ch10_CyrilRoom04f]]</li> </ul>

"Thank you, $mccyril." $c_His smile grows, barely perceptible, and $c_he squeezes your hand, once. <ul> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04c]]</li> <li>[["I let " + $c_him + " kiss me."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04d]]</li> <li>[["I hug " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04e]]</li> <li>[[I move away.->Ch10_CyrilRoom04f]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"I do need you, $mccyril." $c_His smile widens, just a touch, and $c_he squeezes your hand, once. "Well, here I am." <ul> <li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04c]]</li> <li>[["I let " + $c_him + " kiss me."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04d]]</li> <li>[["I hug " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilRoom04e]]</li> <li>[[I move away.->Ch10_CyrilRoom04f]]</li> </ul>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>You move closer, erasing the small distance between you to press your lips over $c_his_p. $c_His hand moves to your waist, and $c_he readily returns your kiss, a keen and happy touch that ends too soon. $c_He steps back and smiles at you, disarming with sincerity. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom05>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>$c_His hand leaves yours to settle at the edge of your waist. $c_He pulls you forward, and there is a press of soft lips over yours, a keen and happy touch that ends too soon. $c_He lets go of you, steps back and smiles at you, disarming with sincerity. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom05>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>You move closer, your bodies meeting in a warm, soothing embrace. $c_His arms close softly around you, anchoring you and making the day's events recede into the back of your mind in favor of the welcoming and delicate scent of <<if $cyril_gender == "male">>ginger<<else>>lavender<</if>> in $c_his hair. You feel cold when you part, but Cyril's bright smile has a way of melting your heart, sending hot blood blooming up your neck. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom05>>

You take a step back. Cyril's smile does not falter, however. <<include Ch10_CyrilRoom05>>

<<if $aff_cyril >= 70 && $serious_cyril == true>>"I'm truly glad you're safe," $c_he says, $c_his features soft and calm. <</if>><ul> <li>[[″Will you stay with me, tonight? I would sleep better with you here.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a]]</li> <li>[["″Good night, " + $mccyril + ".″"->Ch10_CyrilRoom05b]]</li> </ul>

"Will you stay with me, tonight?" you ask. "I would sleep better with you here." <<if $sex_cyril == true>><<include Ch10_Cyril_sextrue>><<else>>Cyril smiles. "Of course." $c_He looks around, spots the table and chairs a short distance away. "I can sit there until you've fallen asleep." <ul> <li>[["″Thank you, " + $mccyril + ".″"->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_1]]</li> <li>[[″I was actually thinking of us sharing the same bed.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_2]]</li> <li>[[″Could you... stay by my side? In bed? Only until I've fallen asleep!″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_3]]</li> <li>[[″Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_4]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"Good night, $mccyril." "Good night, $mcname. Don't hesitate to call on the guards, if need be." $c_He kisses you goodnight, then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

Cyril smiles. "Of course." $c_He looks around, spots the table and chairs a short distance away. "I can sit there until you've fallen asleep." <ul> <li>[[″What are you talking about? We can share the same bed.″->Ch10_Cyril_sextrue1]]</li> <li>[[″I would rather you came to bed with me.″->Ch10_Cyril_sextrue2]]</li> <li>[["″Thank you, " + $mccyril + ".″"->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_1]]</li> <li>[[″Do you actually want to stay seated there?″->Ch10_Cyril_sextrue3]]</li> </ul>

"Thank you, $mccyril." $c_He smiles and takes a seat at the table. You go into the adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed, and when you're back, Cyril is still seated at the table, only now, there is darkness in the room, the only source of light a tall candle vacillating over the table. $c_He watches as you slip under the covers, then leans back in $c_his chair with a wooden creak. After a beat, $c_he asks, "Do you want to talk, or would you rather just go to sleep?" <ul> <li>[[″The sound of your voice would help me fall asleep, actually.″->Ch10_CyrilSit1]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather just sleep.″->Ch10_CyrilSit2]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>> "I was actually thinking of us sharing the same bed." Cyril's gaze flies to yours. "For the sole purpose of you sleeping better, of course." <ul> <li>[[″Of course,″ I reply with a sly smile.->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_2a]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, of course,″ I reply truthfully.->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_2b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>>"Could you," you begin, "stay by my side?" You stop, start again. "In bed?" Cyril stares at you, $c_his left eyebrow in a visible state of amused perplexity. "Only until I've fallen asleep!" you quickly add. $c_He blinks. "I suppose I can. I can't stay here the whole night, however. Is that alright?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex]]</li> <li>[[″Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_4]]</li> </ul>

"Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone." Cyril blinks again, perhaps puzzled by your indecisiveness. "Alright. I will let you sleep, then." $c_He kisses you good night, then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

You get ready for bed in your adjoining bathroom, and when you're back, Cyril is sitting in one of the chairs, minus $c_his jackets and boots. "Let's get you into bed, shall we?" $c_he says, standing up. You're the first to slip under the covers, Cyril moving around the room to extinguish the candles, except for the one sitting atop the table. $c_He pushes the covers back just enough to climb in bed next to you, $c_his arm brushing against yours in the process. "It's on the smaller side, your bed," $c_he comments idly, lying on $c_his back. "It's cozy." <ul> <li>[[″The cozier, the better.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex1]]</li> <li>[[″You could get me a bigger bed. This is your fort, after all.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex2]]</li> <li>[[″It is. I like it.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex3]]</li> <li>[[My heart pounds loudly in my ears, and I say nothing.->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex4]]</li> </ul>

<<set $flirt_cyril += 1>>"Of course," you reply with a sly smile. $c_He laughs, $c_his lips parting into a beautiful grin. "I think you've had enough strong emotions for one day," $c_he replies. "Perhaps we'll revisit your proposition another day. But for tonight, I could stay until you've fallen asleep. Is that alright?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex]]</li> <li>[[″Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_4]]</li> </ul>

"Yes, of course." $c_He blinks away. "I can't stay the whole night, however; only long enough for you to fall asleep. Is that alright?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex]]</li> <li>[[″Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_4]]</li> </ul>

"The sound of your voice would help me fall asleep, actually." $c_He chuckles. "How am I supposed to take that?" <ul> <li>[[″It's a compliment. I like the sound of your voice. It's soothing.″->Ch10_CyrilSit3]]</li> <li>[[″Maybe you sound boring?″ I joke.->Ch10_CyrilSit4]]</li> </ul>

"I'd rather just sleep." "Alright. I'm here, if you need anything." Eventually, your tiredness creeps up on you, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $QACyril = 0>>"Take it as a compliment," you clarify. "I like the sound of your voice. It's soothing." $c_He hums softly. "What do you want me to talk about?" <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

<<set $QACyril = 0>>"Maybe you sound boring?" "I am deeply wounded," $c_he says, deadpan. "Truly." $c_He fingers $c_his hair a moment. "What would you like me to talk about?" <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

<<set $QACyril += 1>>"What's your favorite color?" <<if $ch8_gold == true>>"Contrary to popular belief, it isn't gold." "What is it, then?" $c_He looks your way, and $c_he tilts $c_his head a little as $c_he replies, "Yellow."<<else>>$c_He tilts $c_his head a little as $c_he replies, "Yellow."<</if>> <ul> <<if $ch8_gold == true>><li>[[″That's basically the same thing.″->Ch10_CyrilQA1a]]</li><</if>> <<if $ch8_gold == true>><li>[[″Very funny.″->Ch10_CyrilQA1b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″Just like your hair?″->Ch10_CyrilQA1c]]</li> <li>[[″Yellow... It suits you.″->Ch10_CyrilQA1d]]</li> </ul>

<<set $QACyril += 1>>"How are <i>you</i> dealing with everything, $mccyril?" $c_He considers your question for a beat, staring into the darkness. "I can't say I enjoy the prospect of going to war, but there's no realistic way around it. The sooner we'll have dealt with the threat, the sooner the Kingdom will be able to return to normal, and us to our regular lives. Except for Stanislas, I suppose." <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

"Gold and yellow; they're basically the same thing." "They are definitely not. They're very different colors, in hue, tone, and warmth." <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

"Very funny." "I'm glad you think so." <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

"Just like your hair?" "Come now; my hair is not yellow. It is blond." <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

"Yellow... It suits you." "I'm glad you think so." <<include Ch10_CyrilSitQA>>

<<if $QACyril > 1>>Eventually, your tiredness creeps up on you, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch10_CyrilQA1")>><li>[[″What's your favorite color?″->Ch10_CyrilQA1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch10_CyrilQA2")>><li>[["″How are you dealing with everything, " + $mccyril + "?″"->Ch10_CyrilQA2]]</li><</if>> <<if $QACyril > 0>><li>[[Time to sleep.->Ch10_CyrilSitSleep]]</li><</if>> </ul><</if>>

Eventually, your tiredness creeps up on you, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"The cozier, the better." $c_He hums a noncommittal noise. <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_B>>

"You could get me a bigger bed. This is your fort, after all." $c_He chuckles lightly. "I guess I could." <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_B>>

"It is. I like it." $c_He hums a noncommittal noise. <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_B>>

Your pulse picks up its pace, and it pounds loudly in your ears. <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_B>>

You feel Cyril shuffle at your side, and when you turn to glance at $c_him, $c_he's watching you with a smile. "Come closer," $c_he says in a soft voice. "What for?" "Let me stroke your hair. It will help you fall asleep." <ul> <li>[["I move towards " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_Hair]]</li> <li>[[″No. I want to sleep.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_Sleep]]</li> </ul>

$c_He pivots towards you, and when you come closer, $c_he whispers, "Turn around, with your back to me." You reposition yourself, lying on your side, and soon you feel $c_him right behind you, the length of $c_his body flush against yours. $c_His warmth radiates pleasantly into you, and $c_his soft breath near your ear raises goosebumps over your skin. Soon, you feel $c_his fingers drawing paths across your hair, <<if $hair_length != "very short">>tangling into your strands, smoothing and stroking them<<else>>smoothing and stroking it<</if>> in steady, unhurried motions. It sends a pleasant tingle throughout your head, spreading into your entire being, and it unknots a tension you didn't know was clamping on your every limb. It's comforting, warm and safe, and soon enough, you find yourself closing your eyes, lulled into a peaceful slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

You refuse. "No. I want to sleep." "Alright. Good night, $mcname." Eventually, your tiredness creeps up on you, and you doze off into a dreamless slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"What are you talking about? We can share the same bed." "Alright." <<include Ch10_Cyril_sextrue_Bed>>

"I would rather you came to bed with me." "Alright." <<include Ch10_Cyril_sextrue_Bed>>

"Do you actually want to stay seated there?" $c_He takes a long look at you. "I want you to feel at ease, $mcname." <ul> <li>[[″Come to bed with me, then. That would make me feel at ease.″->Ch10_Cyril_sextrue3a]]</li> <li>[[″Alright. Thank you.″->Ch10_CyrilRoom05a_1]]</li> </ul>

You get ready for bed in your adjoining bathroom, and when you're back, Cyril is sitting in one of the chairs, minus $c_his jacket and boots. "Let's get into bed, shall we?" $c_He smiles, standing up. You're the first to slip under the covers, Cyril moving around the room to extinguish the candles except for the one sitting atop the table. $c_He pushes the covers back just enough to climb in bed next to you, $c_his arm brushing against yours in the process. "It's on the smaller side, your bed," $c_he comments idly, lying on $c_his back. "It's cozy." <ul> <li>[[″The cozier, the better.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_Sex_a]]</li> <li>[[″You could get me a bigger bed. This is your fort, after all.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_Sex_b]]</li> <li>[[″It is. I like it.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_Sex_c]]</li> </ul>

"Come to bed with me, then. <i>That</i> would me feel at ease." "Alright." <<include Ch10_Cyril_sextrue_Bed>>

"The cozier, the better." $c_He hums a noncommittal noise. <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_Sex_MoveChoice>>

"You could get me a bigger bed. This is your fort, after all." $c_He chuckles lightly. "I guess I could." <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_Sex_MoveChoice>>

"It is. I like it." $c_He hums a noncommittal noise. <<include Ch10_CyrilBed_Sex_MoveChoice>>

When you turn to glance at $c_him, Cyril is watching you with a peaceful smile. <ul> <li>[[I shuffle closer.->Ch10_Cyril_MoveClose]]</li> <li>[["I watch " + $c_him + " back, not moving."->Ch10_CyrilMoved]]</li> <li>[[I'm fine where I am. I want to sleep.->Ch10_HairStay]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>>You slither closer, and Cyril moves $c_his arm to accommodate your proximity, placing it under your head to serve as an impromptu cushion. You're facing each other now, both of you lying on your sides. Despite the darkness, you can see a glimmer in $c_his copper eyes, reflecting the only lit candle. $c_His free arm reaches around your waist, $c_his hand slipping over your nightgown's smooth fabric to draw soothing circles over your clothed back. <ul> <li>[["I stare at " + $c_him + " meaningfully. I don't want to sleep just yet."->Ch10_Cyril_Stare]]</li> <li>[["I press myself against " + $c_him + ". I'm not interested in sleeping."->Ch10_Cyril_Press]]</li> <li>[[This is nice. I can fall asleep like this.->Ch10_CSleep]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>>You hold each other's gaze. It lasts a long while, you looking into $c_his hazel eyes and $c_him looking into yours, neither of you wanting to break the moment. Eventually, Cyril blinks slowly at you, a quiet steadiness in $c_his irises, and when $c_he decides to roll towards you, slipping $c_his arm under your head as an impromptu cushion, your heart picks up its pace, blood rushing at the pulse point in your neck. You're facing each other now, both of you lying on your sides. Despite the darkness, you can see a glimmer in $c_his copper eyes, reflecting the only lit candle. $c_His free arm reaches around your waist, $c_his hand slipping over your nightgown's smooth fabric to draw soothing circles over your clothed back. <ul> <li>[["I stare at " + $c_him + " meaningfully. I don't want to sleep just yet."->Ch10_Cyril_Stare]]</li> <li>[["I press myself against " + $c_him + ". I'm not interested in sleeping."->Ch10_Cyril_Press]]</li> <li>[[This is nice. I can fall asleep like this.->Ch10_CSleep]]</li> </ul>

"Come closer," $c_he says in a soft voice. "What for?" "Let me stroke your hair. It will help you fall asleep." <ul> <li>[["I move towards " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_Hair]]</li> <li>[[″No. I want to sleep.″->Ch10_CyrilBed_NoSex_Sleep]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>>Your eyes are now used to the lack of light, and Cyril must notice something passing through them, as $c_he pulls you closer with the hand at your back, body flush against $c_his_p. <<include Ch10_Cyril_QSleepy>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>>You move closer still, and Cyril only watches you, blinking slowly, as you press your body flush against $c_his_p. <<include Ch10_Cyril_QSleepy>>

You let your eyelids close, and soon enough, you're lulled into a peaceful slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

$c_He's warm and solid, and most of all, a calming presence right against you. You draw a long breath, inhaling Cyril's sweet scent; there is a hint of spiciness in it, bringing forth impressions of ginger and hot tea, of grass and skin warmed in the sun. The hand at your back has reached your head, caressing your hair in soft, steady strokes. It tingles pleasantly, your ears buzzing from the rush of blood $c_his touches induce. "Are you getting sleepy?" $c_he asks, barely audible. <ul> <li>[[I am.->Ch10_Cyril_CSleep2]]</li> <li>[[Quite the opposite.->Ch10_CSexProceed]]</li> </ul>

You hum faintly, and Cyril continues stroking your hair. It sends a blissful sensation throughout your head and into your entire being, and it unknots a tension you didn't know was clamping on your every limb. It's comforting, warm and safe, and soon enough, you find yourself closing your eyes, lulled into a peaceful slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

$c_His eyes hold yours, and $c_his hand leaves your hair, goes down your burning neck and along your jaw. It settles a moment over your cheek, and a thumb leisurely ghosts over the curve of your lower lip, leaving a shiver behind. It spurs your heart to beat faster in your chest, hot desire coiling deep inside you, a flash of heat scurrying outwards, spreading in goosebumps over your skin. Cyril says nothing, but $c_his gaze is darker and $c_his breathing shallower. <ul> <li>[[We kiss.->Ch10_Cyril_Sex_Go]]</li> <li>[["[Fade to black] We kiss."->Ch10_CyrilSex_FadeToBlack]]</li> <li>[[It's best I went to sleep.->Ch10_Cyril_Sleep3]]</li> </ul>

<<set $ch10_cyril_sex = true>>You breathe each other's breath for a moment, and Cyril kisses your lower lip, holds it between $c_his own to lick at it, sending sparks of want through you. You let $c_him deepen the kiss, slip $c_his tongue inside your mouth to rub it against yours, every one of $c_his motions slow, eager, and very deliberate. $c_He clearly wants to have you, to taste more of you, $c_his heart beating fast right against you; and $c_he cups the back of your head, makes a little contented sound in the back of $c_his throat when you kiss $c_him back. Your skin burns under the blankets, and your clothes, too, soon feel like nothing but a hindrance, a barrier between bodies that yearn to touch. You both work to get rid of them, and when your overheated limbs meet again, tangling together, there is nothing preventing you from taking what you both want, <i>need</i> of each other. The night slides by in shared kisses and touches, breaths ragged, sweat beading and sticking to skin, and bliss just within reach. As you stare at $c_him, at the blond strands sticking to $c_his damp temples, the hazel of $c_his eyes burning gold, glowing with unabated focus as $c_he moves with you, for you, wanting nothing more but to bring you over the edge, drown you in pleasure and bliss until you can't take anymore, a realization blooms in your mind, unbidden. <ul> <li>[["I am falling in love with " + $c_him + "."->Ch10_CyrilFTBend][$ch10_cyril_love = true]]</li> <li>[[This is just sex. Nothing more.->Ch10_CyrilFTBend]]</li> <li>[[I don't know what I feel.->Ch10_CyrilFTBend]]</li> </ul>

You nuzzle against $c_him, and $c_he gives a little chuckle, resumes stroking your hair until your eyelids close and you're lulled into a peaceful slumber. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

You cast the thought away, come back to the present moment, savor Cyril's heated lips as $c_he captures yours in another feverish kiss. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"No, they haven't. And I feel it's not going to get any easier, going forward." Cyril gives a small nod. "If you need anything, please let me know. I will do my utmost to help you." A beat. $c_He looks at the door, then back at you. <<include Ch10_Platonic_Choice>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Where would be the fun in that, if they had been?" Cyril smiles. "In any case, if you need anything, please let me know. I will do my utmost to help you." A beat. $c_He looks at the door, then back at you. <<include Ch10_Platonic_Choice>>

<<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(-5)>><<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>You don't give anything away. A beat. $c_He looks at the door, then back at you. <<include Ch10_Platonic_Choice>>

<ul> <li>[[″Could you stay for a little while? I think I'll have a hard time falling asleep, tonight.″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_c1]]</li> <li>[[″Good night.″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_c2]]</li> <li>[[″If it's all the same to you, I'd like to sleep, now.″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_c3]]</li> </ul>

"Could you stay for a little while?" I ask. "I think I'll have a hard time falling asleep, tonight." $c_He blinks. "Yes. I could do that, if it would indeed be helpful." $c_He looks around, spots the table and chairs a short distance away. "I could sit there until you've fallen asleep." <ul> <li>[["″Thank you, " + $mccyril + ".″"->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_Sit]]</li> <li>[[″I was actually thinking of us sharing the same bed.″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_Bed]]</li> <li>[[″Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone.″->Ch10_CyrilPlatonic_End]]</li> </ul>

"Good night, $mccyril." "Good night, $mcname_cyril. Don't hesitate to call on the guards, if need be." $c_He then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>"If it's all the same to you, I'd like to sleep, now." "Of course," $c_he replies. "Don't hesitate to call on the guards, if need be." $c_He wishes you a good night, then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

"Thank you, $mccyril." $c_He smiles, and takes a seat at the table. You go into the adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed, and when you're back, there is mostly darkness in the room, the only source of light a tall candle vacillating over the table. $c_He looks away while you slip under the covers, and leans back in $c_his chair with a wooden creak. After a beat, $c_he asks, "Do you want to talk, or would you rather just go to sleep?" <ul> <li>[[″The sound of your voice would help me fall asleep, actually.″->Ch10_CyrilSit1]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather just sleep.″->Ch10_CyrilSit2]]</li> </ul>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>>"I was actually thinking of us sharing the same bed." <<if $ons_cyril == true>>Cyril's widened gaze flies to you, and a perplexed line appears between $c_his eyebrows. "No, thank you." $c_His expression then smooths out into a polite smile. "It's best I let you rest. Don't hesitate to call on the guards, if need be." $c_He then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center><<else>><<set $flirt_cyril += 1>><<set $interest_cyril = true>>Cyril is surprised enough that $c_he lets out a startled chuckle. "I don't think that would be a good idea; or appropriate at all," $c_he says, laughter still in $c_his voice. "I will sit right here." And $c_he seats $c_himself at the table. You go into the adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed, and when you're back, there is mostly darkness in the room, the only source of light a tall candle vacillating over the table. $c_He looks away while you slip under the covers, and leans back in $c_his chair with a wooden creak. After a beat, $c_he asks, "Do you want to talk, or would you rather just go to sleep?" <ul> <li>[[″The sound of your voice would help me fall asleep, actually.″->Ch10_CyrilSit1]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather just sleep.″->Ch10_CyrilSit2]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"Actually, it's a bad idea. I'll sleep better alone." Cyril blinks quickly, perhaps puzzled by your indecisiveness. "Alright. I will let you sleep, then." $c_He wishes you good night, then takes $c_his leave. <center><<button [[Four Days Later...|Ch11_01]]>><</button>></center>

She crosses her arms. None of you are sitting, and she paces around the table, getting closer to you. A low buzzing noise suddenly thrums in your ear, and it grows louder with every step she takes in your direction. When she finally stops, three feet away from you, you find yourself gritting your teeth in unease, and inching away on instinct. It doesn't hurt, not really; but it's like a thousand nails scratching a blackboard right behind you, and you physically cannot resist taking a step back, away from your sister. She eyes you with a frown as the buzzing somewhat subsides; still, the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on end, and you can't help but wince when she, again, comes closer. <<if $aff_ariana < 40 && $alright == false>>"Stop talking back just for the sake of it, little $brother," she says, and, at last, she moves away, and you can suddenly breathe easy again.<<else>>"I will need you by my side tomorrow," she says, which doesn't really clarify anything, but at last, she moves away, and you can suddenly breathe easy again.<</if>> You swallow, and realize both Cyril and $wilfred's eyes are riveted to you, equal parts concerned and curious. <center><<button [[Next|Ch11_02]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>><<set $aff_ariana to $aff_ariana.fm(-5)>>"Explain." She sneers at you. "I don't have to explain anything. You will do as I say, and that's final." <<include Ch11_NoChange>>

You glance at Ariana, and abruptly notice her own discomfort. She's not standing tall as she usually tends to do, hunched forwards by minute degrees but still noticeable to a familiar eye. Her every muscle is taut, her hands are closed into tight fists, her lips are pressed together, and her eyes are narrowed, too. "We'll move out tonight," she declares, her arm casting a wide gesture at the map on the table. "We'll launch the attack at dawn. $c_sir Cyril, you'll be the last to depart, correct?" Cyril answers in the affirmative. Ariana asks next, "What did you find out, about the two assassins?" "Nothing we hadn't already guessed," $c_he replies. "They indeed never were in the Royal Castle, and while they were of course familiar with Stanislas, they were never actually part of his troops." $c_He pauses to draw a light breath. "There seems to be a few pockets of soldiers sympathizing with Stanislas's cause, in our own forts." $c_He gathers $c_his arms in a loose grip. "We will need to flush them out. Ideally, we should deal with disloyal subjects at the start of your reign, Your Majesty, rather than letting them brew and fester in the background for years." "And you have a plan to do that, I suppose?" $c_His gaze is steady as $c_he says, "Of course. That will be the Peacekeeping Force's mission in the months to come." Ariana seems unwilling, or uninterested, to press the subject, and pronounces the meeting's end. <center><<button [[In The Courtyard...|Ch11_03]]>><</button>></center>

<<set $seenall = 0>>The courtyard is bustling with activity. Nary a soldier is able to rest or stop, as there are siege weapons to prepare, armor to gather, and weapons to whet. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

<<if $seenall == 3>><<include Ch11_Night>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch11_Cyril")>><li>[[I look for Cyril.->Ch11_Cyril][$seenall += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch11_Will")>><li>[["I look for " + $wilfred + "."->Ch11_Will][$seenall += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if $seenall < 2>><span style="color:grey; pointer-events: none"><li>I look for Ariana.</li></span><</if>> <<if $seenall > 1>><li>[[I look for Ariana.->Ch11_Ariana][$seenall += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I retreat to my quarters.->Ch11_Quarters]]</li> </ul><</if>>

Night has fallen. Small clouds roll across the dark sky as soldiers line up, ready for battle, their metal armor gleaming in the moonlight. You're in armor too, helmet slung under your arm and sword at your hip. <<if $ch10_savior == "will">>$wilfred emerges next to you, and when your eyes meet, $w_he gives a determined nod. "We'll march towards victory, $mcname_will," $w_he says. "The whole Kingdom is at our back." <ul> <li>[["″Good luck out there, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch11_NightWill1]]</li> <li>[[″Leave some of that optimism for the rest of us.″->Ch11_NightWill2]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch11_NightWill3]]</li> </ul><<else>>You hear Cyril's steps on the lush grass before you see $c_him, and when your eyes meet, $c_he parts with a smile. <<if $RanAwayCyril == true>>"There you are. You're one of the fastest runners I've ever known." $c_He stops next to you, $c_his expression turning grave. <</if>>"This is the moment we've been waiting for," $c_he says. "It's time you retook your castle and avenged your parents' death, $mcname_cyril." <ul> <li>[[″Be careful out there.″->Ch11_NightCyril1]]</li> <li>[[″I'd rather not, but it seems I don't have a choice.″->Ch11_NightCyril2]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch11_NightCyril3]]</li> </ul><</if>>

Cyril is rather easy to spot: $c_his blond hair catches your eye almost as soon as you start looking for $c_him, finding $c_him amidst $c_his lieutenants in a loose circle. As you approach, you catch fragments of a conversation not really meant for you, details you have no knowledge of, the order in which archers should draw and loose and when the ladders should be deployed, and whether or not Sylvain would be able to operate the battering ram or if he should be replaced by Nathalie's unit. Five pairs of eyes focus on you when you're only a few feet away, and Cyril <<if $aff_cyril < 60>>turns to face you. "Your Highness," $c_he says, $c_his smile polite. "We're all looking forward to fighting by your side, tomorrow." <ul> <li>[[″So am I.″->Ch11_Cyril_End_a]]</li> <li>[[I shrug.->Ch11_Cyril_End_b]]</li> <li>[[″I'm not looking forward to it.″->Ch11_Cyril_End_c]]</li> </ul><<else>>swivels to face you, casting you a charming smile in the process. "Carry on without me," $c_he tosses behind $c_him, "I will be but a minute." $c_He doesn't stop when $c_he reaches your level, <<if $interest_cyril == true>>catches your elbow in a soft grasp and guides you to a nearby, empty tent.<<else>>and walks with you until you've reached a nearby, empty tent.<</if>> Once you're inside, $c_he <<if $interest_cyril == true>>lets go of your arm, still smiling as $c_he <</if>>asks, "Is there anything you need, $mcname_cyril?" <ul> <li>[[″Not really. I just wanted to see what you were up to.″->Ch11_Cyril_1a]]</li> <li>[[″I'm worried about tomorrow.″->Ch11_Cyril_1b]]</li> <<if $sex_cyril == true && $ons_cyril == false>><li>[[″You're everything I need.″ I say jokingly.->Ch11_Cyril_1c]]</li><</if>> <<if $serious_cyril == true>><li>[[″You're everything I need,″ I say seriously.->Ch11_Cyril_1d]]</li><</if>> </ul><</if>>

You find Ariana still in the council room, now with its curtains drawn and lights dimmed; a few candles are lit, but the Aether chandelier is out, and your sister stands, hunched over the map of your Kingdom, in the middle of the room. As soon as you've closed the door behind you, a malaise overtakes you; that same unpleasant buzzing you felt this morning, vibrating in your very bones and giving a metallic tang to your own tongue. Ariana turns towards you, candle flames barely outlining her face as she asks, "You're feeling it, too?" <ul> <li>[[″Feeling what, exactly? What is this?″->Ch11_Ariana-a]]</li> <li>[[″Yes, and I don't like it. What is going on?″->Ch11_Ariana-b]]</li> <li>[[″Is it something you're causing?″->Ch11_Ariana-c]]</li> </ul>

You retreat to your quarters for a few hours. <center><<button [[Next|Ch11_Night]]>><</button>></center>

You find $wilfred near the armory, looking at a patch of grass reddened by the other day's attempt on your life. $w_He watches your approach, back pressed against a stone wall, arms crossed not far below $w_his sullen expression. "$mcname_will," $w_he says, kicking $w_himself away from the wall, "tomorrow will be your first real-scale battle, won't it?" <ul> <li>[[″Yes.″->Ch11_Willa]]</li> <li>[[″Stating the obvious, I see. New pastime of yours?″->Ch11_Willb]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch11_Will2]]</li> </ul>

"Feeling what, exactly?" you ask. "What is <i>this</i>?" <<include Ch11_Ariana2>>

"Yes, and I don't like it. What is going on?" <<include Ch11_Ariana2>>

"Is it something you're causing?" "In a way." She chuckles, but there is no mirth behind it. <<include Ch11_Ariana2>>

"It's Aether," she explains, pulling herself away from the table. As she moves closer to you by degrees, the high-pitched screech grows incrementally in your ears. It's even worse than earlier. Like a thousand tiny ants scurrying around, right on the underside of your skin. You can't help stepping away, hand pressed to the side of your skull. It does little to abate your unease; only putting physical distance between you and your sister does. Ariana stops trying to reach you, and you feel more than see her gaze on you. "I might have gathered a little too much of it," she says, crossing her hands behind her back. She steps further away to rest against the wall by the closed window. "I can't take the risk of losing, tomorrow. <i>We</i> can't take that risk. The Kingdom's future hangs in the balance." "Isn't it dangerous?" you ask, "what you've done?" "I don't know." She looks away. "I don't care. Letting Stanislas slip between our fingers is not an option. Tomorrow, we will capture—or kill him, and we will retake the castle." She gives a dismissive shrug, and bats a stray umber hair away from her face. "Anyway. Too much Aether shouldn't do any long lasting damage. Once Stanislas is out of the picture, I'll be able to afford some rest." <ul> <li>[[″Still. You shouldn't be putting your health in danger.″->Ch11_Ariana2a]]</li> <li>[[″You're not the only one impacted here. Whatever you're doing is affecting me, too.″->Ch11_Ariana2b]]</li> </ul>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Still. You shouldn't be putting your health in danger." "I appreciate your concern," she says, her tone of voice betraying her impatience, and you can almost guess her following words before she's uttered them, "but I know what I'm doing." <<include Ch11_Ariana3>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"You're not the only one impacted here. Whatever you're doing is affecting me, too." "Quit whining," she says, her tone of voice betraying her impatience. "You're not feeling even the tenth of it." <<include Ch11_Ariana3>>

<<if $aff_ariana < 40>>You blink. It starts getting harder to focus, a splitting headache on the verge of overtaking you. "How does it feel?" she asks out of nowhere. "The pressure of responsibility?" <ul> <li>[[″What are talking about?″->Ch11_ArianaBada]]</li> <li>[[″Are you trying to make a metaphor out of this? It's not working.″->Ch11_ArianaBadb]]</li> <li>[[I squint at her.->Ch11_ArianaBad]]</li> </ul><<else>>It starts getting harder to focus, a splitting headache on the verge of overtaking you. "Go rest," she says, perhaps sensing your unease. "There's only a few hours left before our departure." "Alright. I'll see you soon, Ariana." "See you," she says, and you take your leave. <center><<button [[Next|Ch11_Night]]>><</button>></center><</if>>

You eye her cautiously. "What are talking about?" <<include Ch11_ArianaBad>>

"Are you trying to make a metaphor out of this? Because it's not working." <<include Ch11_ArianaBad>>

"Isn't it what you want?" She leaves her spot against the wall and takes a slow step in your direction. "To have my power?" Another step, and the pain spikes right behind your left eye. "To take my place? Since I'm such a <i>terrible</i> queen." <ul> <li>[[The pain is getting unbearable. I leave.->Ch11_ArianaBad_A]]</li> <li>[[The pain is terrible, but I stand my ground.->Ch11_ArianaBad_B]]</li> </ul>

You turn to leave. You move for the door handle, pull it down and towards you. The door is ajar now, and you start opening it completely. But it slams shut, the resulting bang piercing through your skull with the violence of a sledgehammer, and Ariana appears by your side, a sick smile on her lips as she stares <<if $mcgender == "male">> up<<else>> down<</if>> at you, hand flat over the door. <center><<button [[Next|Ch11_ArianaBadEnd]]>><</button>></center>

You refuse to retreat, and you stand your ground as Ariana comes closer, a gleam in her eye as the distance shrinks between you. <center><<button [[Next|Ch11_ArianaBadEnd]]>><</button>></center>

<<if ndef $textGroup>><<set $textGroup = 1>><</if>><<switch $textGroup>> <<case 1>>"You don't have what it takes," she rails in your face, crowding you. "You're nothing but a child; a spoiled, ignorant, insolent brat." You hear her voice in your head rather than through your ears as she whispers in a cold, low monotone. "You're the only family I have left, and part of me will always love you. But love can only make me tolerate so much. Keep pushing my buttons, $brother, and you might find yourself pushed into an early grave." <center><<button "Next" `passage()`>><</button>></center> <<default>>You're not entirely sure how you end up in the hallway, but as the door to the council room slams shut behind you, you start regaining your bearings, violent pounding ebbing away from your skull. <<unset $textGroup>><center><<button [[Next|Ch11_WhereTo]]>><</button>></center><</switch>><<if def $textGroup>><<set $textGroup += 1>><</if>>

"Yes." $w_He nods gravely. <<include Ch11_Will2>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+5)>>"Stating the obvious, I see." You shoot $w_him a smirk. "New pastime of yours?" $w_His sidelong glare is not unexpected. <<include Ch11_Will2>>

"Remember: follow orders closely, don't stray away from Ariana—or me, if you can't stay with her. She needs you close by, so try to do that unless that would be putting you in danger. Do not charge ahead or alone, or you <i>will</i> find yourself overwhelmed. Stanislas's soldiers will be on the lookout for Ariana and you." $w_He gestures with $w_his right hand, focused on giving you instructions, and you wonder whether this is the tone of voice $w_he uses when drilling $w_his own soldiers. "We will reclaim the Royal Castle, and not lose what's left of the Royal family in the process." <ul> <li>[[″Really? Why are we, both Ariana and I, on the battlefield then?″->Ch11_WillPlan1]]</li> <li>[[″I'll do my best.″->Ch11_WillPlan2]]</li> <li>[[I nod.->Ch11_WillSkip]]</li> </ul>

<<set $questioned = true>>"Having both Ariana and me on the battlefield would be detrimental to that plan, wouldn't it?" $w_He gives you a side-eye the color of steel. "Ariana is the strongest amongst us. We would not be able to carry out this battle plan without her," $w_he explains, with the tone of someone who believes $w_his answer to be thoroughly obvious. "As for you, you're the $Prince. You can't sit by the wayside while your soldiers fight to reclaim your castle. <<include Ch11_WillSkip>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"I'll do my best." $w_He gives a small nod. "Ariana is the strongest amongst us. We would not be able to carry out this battle plan without her," $w_he says. "And you're the $Prince. You can't sit by the wayside while your soldiers fight to reclaim your castle. <<include Ch11_WillSkip>>

"Were you to sit this out, you would be undermining yourself; you'd have no hope of fostering anything but disrespect from the troops and the Kingdom at large."<<if $questioned == true>> Arms still across $w_his chest, $w_he regards you with a hint of impatience as $w_he finishes, "There is no place for cowards in Arcadie. All of us must fight, or not be worthy of even being called a citizen."<</if>> <ul> <<if $sword < 50>><li>[[″I am not a fighter.″->Ch11_WillPlan_a]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″There's no need to lecture me.″->Ch11_WillPlan_b]]</li> <li>[[″I understand.″->Ch11_WillPlan_c]]</li> <li>[[I say nothing.->Ch11_WillPlan_3]]</li> </ul>

"I am not a fighter." "Perhaps, but you can be a leader of men, just the same." <<include Ch11_WillPlan_3>>

"There's no need to lecture me." "I am not lecturing you." <<include Ch11_WillPlan_3>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(+5)>>"I understand." <<include Ch11_WillPlan_3>>

$w_He holds your gaze in silence a moment. "Be that as it may," $w_he speaks with a softer tone of voice, "your utmost priority on the battlefield should be your own survival, and Ariana's, above all else. In that order." <ul> <li>[[″Are you actually telling me to let Ariana die?″->Ch11_WillPlan_3a]]</li> <li>[[″Does Ariana know you're telling me this?″->Ch11_WillPlan_3b]]</li> <li>[[″That was my plan, anyway.″->Ch11_WillPlan_3c]]</li> </ul>

"Are you actually telling me to let Ariana die?" "Not at all. But the Kingdom would fare better with at least one of you alive. If Ariana were to find herself in real danger of dying, please consider whether you would truly be able to aid her before jumping into the fray. As I said, Ariana's survival, and your own, are paramount. Focus on that, and we'll handle everything else." <<include Ch11_WillPlan4>>

"Does Ariana know you're telling me this?" "Of course. The Kingdom would fare better with at least of one of you alive. If Ariana were to find herself in real danger of dying, please consider whether you would truly be able to aid her before jumping into the fray. As I said, Ariana's survival, and your own, are paramount. Focus on that, and we'll handle everything else." <<include Ch11_WillPlan4>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"That was my plan, anyway." $w_He pauses a moment, perhaps displeased by your comment, but moves past it with no remark. "As I said, Ariana's survival, and your own, are paramount. Focus on that, and we'll handle everything else." <<include Ch11_WillPlan4>>

<ul> <li>[[″Alright.″->Ch11_WillPlan4a]]</li> <li>[[″What about your own survival?″->Ch11_WillPlan4b]]</li> </ul>

"Alright." "In any case, be careful on the battlefield tomorrow, $mcname_will," $w_he says. "You should try and have some rest in the meantime," $w_he advises before taking $w_his leave. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

"What about your own survival?" you find yourself asking. $w_He huffs with a soft frown. "Secondary. I am but a Commander of your armies," $w_he replies unsurprisingly. <<if $ch7_ask_will_single == true>>"I recall saying this already; my<<else>>"My<</if>> reason for being is to fight for the Kingdom, and ensure that the Royal line remains on the throne. Were I to die in the process, it would be an honorable death." <ul> <li>[[″There is no need to be so grim. There is more to life than duty.″->Ch11_WillLife_a]]</li> <<if $aff_will >= 60>><li>[["″That's not all you are, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch11_WillLife_b]]</li><</if>> <li>[[″There is no honor in death.″->Ch11_WillLife_c]]</li> <li>[[″You almost sound like you'd be happy to die in battle, actually.″->Ch11_WillLife_d]]</li> <<if $shy_w < 50>><li>[["″Come now, you have more to offer than just being a Commander. You're such a " + $w_handsome + " " + $w_man + ", for instance.″"->Ch11_WillLife_e]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I nod.->Ch11_WillLife_f]]</li> </ul>

<<set $influence_will += 1>>"There is no need to be so grim, $mcwill. There is more to life than duty." $w_He regards you in silence a moment, pensively, and a little subdued. "Be careful on the battlefield tomorrow, $mcname_will," $w_he says eventually. <<include Ch11_Will_End>>

<<set $influence_will += 1>><<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(+5)>>"That's not all you are, $mcwill." "It is," $w_he says wistfully, and from the surprised look $w_he casts on you, you feel $w_he might not have meant to speak those words out loud. "Just—Be careful, $mcname_will," $w_he says quickly, before you can formulate an answer. <<include Ch11_Will_End>>

<<set $aff_will to $aff_will.fm(-5)>>"There is no honor in death." $w_He regards you in silence, brow furrowed. "Be careful on the battlefield tomorrow, $mcname_will," $w_he says eventually, $w_his expression smoothing back into neutrality. <<include Ch11_Will_End>>

"You almost sound like you'd be happy to die in battle, actually." $w_He regards you in silence, brow furrowed. "I have no death wish, if that's what you're wondering." $w_His expression smooths back out, dispassionate again, and $w_he adds, "Be careful on the battlefield tomorrow, $mcname_will." <<include Ch11_Will_End>>

<<set $flirt_will += 1>><<set $shy_w to $shy_w.fm(-10)>>"Come now, $mcwill, you have more to offer than just being a Commander. You're such a $w_handsome $w_man, for instance." $w_He lets out a short sigh. It's clear $w_he's not the least bit entertained by your quip. "Be careful on the battlefield tomorrow, $mcname_will," $w_he says eventually. <<include Ch11_Will_End>>

$w_He regards you a moment in silence, before adding, "Be careful on the battlefield tomorrow, $mcname_will." <<include Ch11_Will_End>>

<ul> <li>[["″I will be. Thank you, " + $mcwill + ".″"->Ch11_WillEnd_a]]</li> <li>[[″I will be. Try not to die; it would be a waste.″->Ch11_WillEnd_b]]</li> <li>[[″You be careful, too.″->Ch11_WillEnd_c]]</li> </ul>

"I will be. Thank you, $mcwill." $w_He gives a quick nod, and takes $w_his leave. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

"I will be. Try not to die; it would be a waste." $w_He gives a little shake of $w_his head before departing. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

"You be careful, too." $w_He gives a quick nod, and takes $w_his leave. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

<<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>>"So am I." $c_He nods, and goes back to $c_his conversation. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(-5)>>$c_He gives the smallest nod, and returns to $c_his conversation. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"I'm not looking forward to it." "That speaks to your prudence." $c_He gives the smallest nod, and returns to $c_his conversation. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

"Not really. I just wanted to see what you were up to." <<include Ch11_Cyril2>>

"I'm worried about tomorrow," you admit. "That's understandable." $c_He gives a small nod. <<include Ch11_Cyril2>>

"You're everything I need," you say with a sly smile. $c_He answers that with a smile of $c_his own and a light-hearted chuckle. <<include Ch11_Cyril2>>

"You're everything I need," you say. $c_He seems stumped for words, for an instant, blinks quickly before $c_his lips upturn again into a blinding smile. <<include Ch11_Cyril2>>

<<set $said = 0>><<if $interest_cyril == true>>You share a long gaze, and $c_his smile fades, replaced by a pensive expression. <</if>>"You will need to be careful, on the battlefield," $c_he says. $c_He steps on a small mound of dirt, flattening it underfoot. "Stanislas will be trying to get to Ariana first. Failing that, he will definitely try to get to you. I suggest not putting yourself on the front line. Stay with Ariana, $wilfred or myself; we will defend you. And if you feel it is warranted, please do not hesitate to retreat to safety." <<include Ch11_Cyril_DL>>

<<if $said == 3>><<include Ch11_Cyril3>><<else>><ul> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch11_Cyril_2a")>><li>[[″Are you planning to be careful?″->Ch11_Cyril_2a][$said += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch11_Cyril_2b")>><li>[[″You're telling me to act like a coward.″->Ch11_Cyril_2b][$said += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch11_Cyril_2c")>><li>[[″If it's so dangerous, why should I even be on the battlefield?″->Ch11_Cyril_2c][$said += 1]]</li><</if>> <<if not hasVisited ("Ch11_Cyril_2d")>><li>[["″This has 'bad idea' written all over it.″"->Ch11_Cyril_2d][$said += 1]]</li><</if>> <li>[[I've said enough.->Ch11_Cyril3]]</li> </ul><</if>>

"I have to rejoin my lieutenants," $c_he <<if $interest_cyril == true && $ch8_cyril_kiss == true>>declares, but doesn't move beyond that; rather, $c_he seems quite enraptured by you, hazel eyes deep into yours.<<else>>declares.<</if>> <ul> <<if $interest_cyril == true && $ch8_cyril_kiss == true>><li>[["I look at " + $c_him + " expectantly: I want " + $c_him + " to kiss me."->Ch11_KissCyril][$shy_c to $shy_c.fm(+10)]]</li><</if>> <<if $interest_cyril == true && $ch8_cyril_kiss == true>><li>[[″Kiss me goodbye, at least.″->Ch11_KissGB]]</li><</if>> <<if $interest_cyril == true && $ch8_cyril_kiss == true>><li>[["I kiss " + $c_him + "."->Ch11_KissHim]]</li><</if>> <<if ($ch8_cyril_kiss != true && $interest_cyril == true) || $slowburn_cyril == true>><li>[[This could be the last time we see each other...->Ch11_CyrilSlow][$slowburn_cyril = true]]</li><</if>> <li>[["″Goodbye, " + $mccyril + ". Good luck on the battlefield.″"->Ch11_CyrilGoodbye]]</li> </ul>

"Are <i>you</i> planning to be careful?" $c_He gives the smallest nod, distracted an instant by the tent's flap moving in the wind. "As careful as I can be, of course. My dying would serve no purpose." <<include Ch11_Cyril_DL>>

"You're telling me to act like a coward." $c_He gives a minute shake of $c_his head. "Not at all. I am only suggesting you not take unnecessary risks." <<include Ch11_Cyril_DL>>

"If it's so dangerous, why should I even be on the battlefield?" $c_He regards you a moment. "Ariana seems to need you. Besides, you have to be on the battlefield, for the same reason any of us has to be: to fight for your Kingdom." <<include Ch11_Cyril_DL>>

"This has 'bad idea' written all over it." $c_He smiles. "We're going to war. That's rarely a good idea." <<include Ch11_Cyril_DL>>

$c_He casts a glance at the tent's flaps, and when $c_he next walks towards you, $c_his steps are quick and purposeful. $c_His eyes on you are tender, darker as $c_he <<if $mcgender == "female">>tilts your chin towards $c_him,<<else>>slips a hand along the side of your jaw,<</if>> $c_his other hand pressed to the small of your back, pulling you against $c_him for a breathtaking kiss. <<include Ch11_CyrilAfterKiss>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-10)>>"Kiss me goodbye, at least." <<include Ch11_KissCyril>>

<<set $shy_c to $shy_c.fm(-15)>>You walk towards $c_him; something in your gait, in your expression must give your purpose away, as Cyril turns to cast a glance at the tent's flap, ensuring they are closed; only then does $c_he face you, eyes darker as you proceed to tilt $c_his chin towards you, your other hand snaking around $c_his back to pull $c_him into a breathtaking kiss. <<include Ch11_CyrilAfterKiss>>

Your heart clenches in your chest with the realization that this could be the last time you see Cyril, the last time you witness $c_his smile and the golden shimmer in $c_his eye. "Our plan is solid, $mcname_cyril," $c_he says, noticing your sour mood. "Our chances of winning are very high." "We could still lose," you remark. "Of course. There are no absolutes in war." $c_He steps closer, and places a warm hand over your shoulder. "It will be fine, $mcname." You stare into $c_his eyes, and $c_he gives you an encouraging nod. You nod back. "Be careful on the battlefield, $mccyril." "I will be. Good luck out there, $mcname_cyril." $c_He squeezes your shoulder, casts a final smile your way and leaves the tent. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

"Goodbye, $mccyril. Good luck on the battlefield." "Good luck to you as well, $mcname_cyril." $c_He casts a final smile your way, and leaves the tent. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

When you part, $c_he smiles a contented smile, cheeks flushed and eyes shimmering. <ul> <li>[[″Be careful,″ I say.->Ch11_CyrilEnd1]]</li> <li>[["I hug " + $c_him + "."->Ch11_CyrilEnd2]]</li> <<if $ch10_cyril_love == true>><li>[[There is something I want to say... Something in three words.->Ch11_CyrilLove]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"Be careful." "You too," $c_he replies, letting you go. "I would be very cross if anything were to happen to you." $c_He casts a final smile your way, and leaves the tent. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

You pull $c_him closer, and $c_he nestles against you, pressing a soft peck in the crook of your neck. "Be careful out there," $c_he requests, letting you go. "I would be very cross if anything were to happen to you." $c_He casts a final smile your way, and leaves the tent. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

You feel the urge to say <i>something</i>… You're headed to a battlefield. Maybe you won't be getting another chance, whispers a part of you. <ul> <li>[[″I love you,″ I blurt out.->Ch11_CyrilLoveConfession]]</li> <li>[[″I love you,″ I say with certainty.->Ch11_CyrilLoveConfession]]</li> <li>[[On second thought, I would rather not say anything.->Ch11_CyrilSkipConfess]]</li> </ul>

<<set $serious_cyril = true>><<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+5)>><<set $aff_cyril to $aff_cyril.fm(+5)>><<set $mcconfessed_cyril = true>>"I love you." $c_He freezes. After you've uttered those three words, so small yet so heavy with meaning, $c_he stops even breathing, and only $c_his eyes move, blinking at you, wider now. A moment of silence passes. Your heartbeat spikes in your chest, very loud in your ears as Cyril remains quiet, gaze riveted to yours. $c_He breaths in, eventually, licks $c_his lips, and when $c_his smile returns, it does so with a vengeance, brighter still than before. "$mcname," $c_he says, "are you not aware that this is an exceedingly dangerous confession to make before a battle?" $c_His tone is light as $c_he continues, "Such declarations often end in tragedy. Are you trying to get me killed?" <ul> <li>[[″What? Of course not!″->Ch11_CyrilLoveConfession1]]</li> <li>[[″I take it back, then.″->Ch11_CyrilLoveConfession2]]</li> <li>[[″What kind of answer is that?″->Ch11_CyrilLoveConfession3]]</li> <li>[[Alright. Time to run away!->Ch11_CyrilLoveConfession4]]</li> </ul>

"Be careful out there," $c_he requests, letting you go. "I would be very cross if anything were to happen to you." $c_He casts a final smile your way, and leaves the tent. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

"What? Of course not!" <<include Ch11_CyrilLoveFollow>>

"I take it back, then." $c_He clicks $c_his tongue in disapproval. "You don't get to take it back." <<include Ch11_CyrilLoveFollow>>

<<set $diplomatic to $diplomatic.fm(-5)>>"What kind of answer is that?" $c_He shrugs theatrically. "A silly one." <<include Ch11_CyrilLoveFollow>>

<<set $RanAwayCyril = true>><<set $emotional to $emotional.fm(+10)>>You slip out of $c_his arms, and $c_he's too surprised to catch you before you sprint out of the tent. "Wait! $mcname!" $c_he calls back, but you don't stop, zigzagging between the soldiers until you're safely back inside the fort. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

$c_He chuckles, tilts $c_his head a little, and watches you while a warm smile spreads across $c_his face. "I'm only joking," $c_he says, voice low. $c_He stares at you, and, swimming in the black pool of $c_his pupils, there is the beginning of a reply to your confession. It remains unspoken, as $c_he presses $c_his lips to yours in a quick, affectionate kiss. "Be careful out there," $c_he requests, letting you go. "I would be very cross if anything were to happen to you." $c_He casts a final smile your way, and leaves the tent. <<include Ch11_WhereTo>>

<<set $friendly to $friendly.fm(+5)>>"Good luck out there, $mcwill." $w_He nods again, then departs towards $w_his unit. <<include Ch11_ArianaSpeech>>

<<set $playful to $playful.fm(+10)>>"Leave some of that optimism for the rest of us." $wilfred shakes $w_his head, but there is a small smile at $w_his lips when $w_he departs towards $w_his unit. <<include Ch11_ArianaSpeech>>

You nod, and $wilfred departs towards $w_his unit. <<include Ch11_ArianaSpeech>>

"Be careful out there," you request. $c_His smile widens, and $c_he fits $c_his helmet over $c_his head with a practiced gesture. "I will be," $c_he assures you. "You be careful too." <<if $interest_cyril == true>>$c_His hand closes around your arm in a soft hold, and you feel $c_his silent reassurance through $c_his touch. $c_His fingers leave your arm, and $c_he walks ahead, towards $c_his soldiers.<<else>>$c_He parts with a nod, and walks ahead, towards $c_his soldiers.<</if>> <<include Ch11_ArianaSpeech>>

"I'd rather not, but it seems I don't have a choice." $c_He fits $c_his helmet over $c_his head with a practiced gesture. "At least, you're on the winning side." <<if $interest_cyril == true>>$c_His hand closes around your arm in a soft hold, and you feel $c_his silent reassurance through $c_his touch. $c_His fingers leave your arm, and $c_he walks ahead, towards $c_his soldiers.<<else>>$c_He parts with a nod, and walks ahead, towards $c_his soldiers.<</if>> <<include Ch11_ArianaSpeech>>

<<if $interest_cyril == true>>$c_His hand closes around your arm in a soft hold, and you feel $c_his silent reassurance through $c_his touch. $c_His fingers leave your arm, and $c_he walks ahead, towards $c_his soldiers.<<else>>$c_He parts with a nod, and walks ahead, towards $c_his soldiers.<</if>> <<include Ch11_ArianaSpeech>>

A clatter of armor as your army stands to attention, and your sister's voice thunders through the night. "Soldiers!" While your army watches her from both sides of the fort's gates, Ariana climbs the steps to the ramparts overlooking the men and women who will be risking their lives for your kingdom tonight. "My brothers and sisters, sons and daughters of Arcadie," she says once she has reached the top, voice ringing in the silence she has commanded. "The day you've been waiting for has finally come. The day we would reclaim our castle and root out lawless snakes from our glorious lands." The metallic rivets in her leather armor shine in the moonlight, and there is a determined glimmer in her eye as she declares, louder still, "Tonight, we face Stanislas and his company of traitors and murderers. Tonight, we spill their blood—the dark blood of liars and cowards whose word means naught, and whose honor has long since been forfeit. "They cannot hope to stand to us, to stand to you. They're hiding, trembling behind the castle walls. They do not have your loyalty, they do not have your courage, and they certainly do not have your strength. "Tonight, you will show them what it means to be a true soldier of Arcadie. "Brothers and sisters, tonight—" She pulls out her sword, brandishing it high above her head, and its metal glows bright orange with the power of Aether. "We <i>will</i> be victorious!" Her risen sword is a beacon of light in the dark, and the soldiers around you cheer loudly, in a cacophony of swords and shields, the ground trembling with their eagerness for the upcoming battle. <ul> <li>[[I am just as eager.->Ch11_End][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(-5)]]</li> <li>[[I am terrified.->Ch11_End][$timid to $timid.fm(+5)]]</li> <li>[[I will do what must be done.->Ch11_End][$involved to $involved.fm(+5)]]</li> <li>[[I would have hoped for a peaceful resolution, but so be it.->Ch11_End][$pacifist to $pacifist.fm(+5)]]</li> <li>[[I wish I could have found a way to get out of this.->Ch11_End][$involved to $involved.fm(-5)]]</li> </ul>

You move out just as the moon disappears behind a thick gray blanket of clouds. <center><<button [[To The Castle...|Demoend]]>><</button>></center>

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You've reached the end of the free demo for <b>Arcadie: Second-Born</b>. The full game is available through: <ul> <li>[[Steam (PC/macOS)->https://store.steampowered.com/app/2196980/Arcadie_SecondBorn/]]</li> <li>[[Google Play (Android)->https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.arcadieutopie.arcadiesecondborn]]</li> </ul>