//It hurts.//
You’re enveloped in an overwhelming sensation of pain. It’s an agony that sears through every fiber of your being, like a relentless storm of fire coursing through your veins.
“Who is taking this one?” A voice, sharp and demanding, fills the room.
“They have a name,” another voice responds, its timbre softer, perhaps tinged with sympathy.
“Do you even know their name?” A third voice chimes in, their voice tinged with laughter.
//It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.//
The pain persists, unrelenting, and your thoughts blur as you struggle to make sense of what is happening to you. You can’t even remember your own name, let alone the people talking about you.
“It hurts,” you manage to murmur, your voice barely audible, each word a struggle against the torment.
The voices fall into a tense silence, only broken by the rhythmic pounding of your heart, the only rhythm you can still feel.
“They’re changing,” a fourth voice finally says, urgency creeping into their tone. “They need to make a decision now.”
“They aren’t aware enough to make a decision.” a calmer voice rebuts, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos.
Amidst the torment and uncertainty, the voice that had carried a hint of amusement breaks the tense silence with an unexpected suggestion. “How about we settle this the old-fashioned way? Rock, paper, scissors, the loser has to take care of them.” They propose, a mischievous edge to their voice.
A bewildered murmur spreads through the room, skepticism and disbelief painting the expressions of those present. Such a trivial game, they think, to determine something as crucial as this. But desperation and the pressing need for a resolution hang heavy in the air.
“Are you serious, Soarine?” one voice scoffs, their disbelief echoed by others.
“I’ve heard crazier ideas,” another voice admits reluctantly, their apprehension audible.
Yet, as absurd as it sounds, the idea gains traction. The realization that there’s no clear or fair method to make this life-altering decision without your input begins to sink in.
Then, with a synchronized countdown, they begin the game, their hands making swift motions.
The loser takes a step closer to you, their intentions unknown, but one thing is certain – your life, your destiny, now rests in their hands.
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[[Back|Menu]]<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Fadiya|HFADIYA]]</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Helios|HHELIOS]]</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Hunter|HHUNTER]]</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Soarine|HSOARINE]]</span></span>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Vincent|HVINCENT]]</span></span>
[[Back|HMG1]]//It hurts.//
Your consciousness returns sluggishly, and you gradually become aware of your surroundings.
The room is shrouded in a dim, eerie light, casting long shadows that dance on the walls.
When you first awakened, your body felt like it had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together, a jigsaw puzzle of agony and confusion.
As you attempted to comprehend the torment ravaging your very soul, a sensation as though molten lava coursed through your veins, an unyielding inferno intent on consuming you from within. It was as if your very blood had transformed into liquid fire, a relentless blaze that defies all logic and reason.
But today, things are slightly different. Even if you are still in pain, the agony has subsided ever so slightly.
Yet, the hunger, oh, the insatiable hunger, it still claws at your insides with a primal ferocity that overshadows any earthly desire. It’s a gnawing abyss within your gut, a void that hungers for more than mere sustenance.
This craving transcends the bounds of hunger; you hunger for something indefinable, something that exists beyond the boundaries of mortal comprehension.
You feel her before you see her.
She gently touches your cheek, “You’re awake.”
This woman has been taking care of you for the last few days, she was the only person that you saw these days.
And for some odd reason, she has kept you bound to the bed with rope.
You find yourself inexplicably drawn to her, your body responding to her presence in ways you’ve never experienced before. It’s a reckless attraction, fueled by the unknown and the forbidden.
If your heart was still beating then it would be erratic right now. Each breath you take feels like shards of glass scraping against your fragile, parched throat.
You can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air, and it lingers, taunting your senses with a forbidden allure that both terrifies and entices you.
As you try to speak, your voice emerges as a guttural, inhuman growl. Panic surges through your veins, the realization dawning upon you that something unnatural, something sinister, has taken hold of you.
She chuckles softly, her voice like a seductive whisper in the air. “Relax, my dear,” she whispers, her voice laced with an otherworldly charm. “You’re still in the process of recovering. You’ve been through quite an ordeal.”
Your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of fear and curiosity. With a feeble attempt, you try to pull your wrists from the tight binding of the rope, but it holds firm, taunting your futile struggle.
She observes your failed attempt with a knowing smile. “Ah, ah, my sweet. There’s no use in struggling.”
[[Continue|hs1]]//It hurts.//
Your consciousness returns sluggishly, and you gradually become aware of your surroundings.
The room is shrouded in a dim, eerie light, casting long shadows that dance on the walls.
When you first awakened, your body felt like it had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together, a jigsaw puzzle of agony and confusion.
As you attempted to comprehend the torment ravaging your very soul, a sensation as though molten lava coursed through your veins, an unyielding inferno intent on consuming you from within. It was as if your very blood had transformed into liquid fire, a relentless blaze that defies all logic and reason.
But today, things are slightly different. Even if you are still in pain, the agony has subsided ever so slightly.
Yet, the hunger, oh, the insatiable hunger, it still claws at your insides with a primal ferocity that overshadows any earthly desire. It’s a gnawing abyss within your gut, a void that hungers for more than mere sustenance.
This craving transcends the bounds of hunger; you hunger for something indefinable, something that exists beyond the boundaries of mortal comprehension.
You hear him before the door opens.
As he locks the door behind him, his words fall upon you like an omen: “You’re awake.”
This man had been taking care of you for the last few days, he was the only person that you saw these days.
If your heart was still beating then it would be erratic right now. Each breath you take feels like shards of glass scraping against your fragile, parched throat.
You can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air, and it lingers, taunting your senses with a forbidden allure that both terrifies and entices you.
Your vision is blurred, but you manage to make out his silhouette in the dim light. He steps closer, revealing piercing green eyes that seem to penetrate your very soul.
As you try to speak, your voice emerges as a guttural, inhuman growl. Panic surges through your veins, the realization dawning upon you that something unnatural, something sinister, has taken hold of you.
He leans down towards you and your senses follow him; his scent envelops you like an intoxicating fog, a rich blend of earth and something inexplicably alluring that you can’t quite place.
You can feel the cold of his body, a stark contrast to the blaze coursing through your veins. The pain within you is a relentless fire, an unquenchable thirst that gnaws at your very core. In your agony, his presence seems like a balm, a momentary respite from the torment.
His eyes, like a pair of emeralds shining in the darkness, bore into you with an intensity that makes you nervous. A lock of wavy brown hair falls across his forehead, lending a devilish charm to his rugged appearance.
You find yourself inexplicably drawn to him, and it’s not solely due to his striking good looks. There’s a magnetic pull that defies explanation, an invisible force that tugs at your very being.
“Open your mouth.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re hungry. You want him.|hv1-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You lean into him, you want to be soothed by him.|hv1-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Everything in your body tells you not to obey him but you do.|hv1-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Who the hell does he think he is? You attack him.|hv1-d]]</span>The hunger that had been a gnawing void within you now transforms into an overwhelming, primal urge. Your fangs elongate involuntarily, like daggers seeking a target. Your vision hones in on the pulsating veins beneath his skin, and you can feel the blood rushing through his body, a symphony of life waiting to be tasted.
You lunge forward, driven by an instinct you cannot comprehend, your fangs inches away from his exposed neck. But before you can sink them into his flesh, his hand darts out, catching your jaw with a strength that belies his seemingly human form.
“No.”
His voice is a stern command that cuts through the haze of your instincts.
It’s as though his words possess a power over you.
He pries your mouth open, revealing the elongated, razor-sharp fangs that have become your unwitting weapons.
The delicate tip of his finger glides beneath your upper lip, and the subtle saltiness of his skin tantalizes your senses, serving as an agonizing reminder of the forbidden feast cruelly denied to you.
His finger, unexpectedly gentle, brushes against the sensitive gumline where your fangs have emerged. With a gradual increase in pressure, he presses against that tender, quivering spot, coaxing forth a muffled, desperate sound that escapes your throat.
Desperation surges through you as you clutch his wrist firmly with both hands, desperately keeping him in place while your ragged breaths wash against his palm.
“Easy, //easy//,” he soothes you quietly.
Your grip, though trembling, gradually loosens, yet you still clutch his hand to your mouth like a lifeline. His thumb lingers upon that aching, sensitive spot, and once he senses the moment is right, he sweeps the pad of his thumb across it once more. A deep, pulsating throb beneath the muscle provokes a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, causing your jaw to relax ever so slightly. Your breaths continue to quiver, granting him even greater access to your mouth than before.
The pain, which had been a relentless torment, begins to ebb away, replaced by an odd, tingling sensation as he massages your gums. His touch is strangely soothing, and you find yourself momentarily distracted from the maddening hunger that has consumed you.
Everything fades away, until all you know is him.
[[Continue.|hv2]]Every fiber of your being rebels against his command, yet an uncontrollable compulsion compels you to obey. Your lips part, revealing teeth that feel sharper and longer than they should be. A low, haunting moan escapes your throat as if protesting this transformation, but your body betrays you.
He doesn’t hesitate; his movements are swift, his fingers gentle yet firm as they pry your jaw open wider.
The delicate tip of his finger glides beneath your upper lip, and the subtle saltiness of his skin tantalizes your senses.
His finger brushes against the sensitive gumline where your fangs have emerged. With a gradual increase in pressure, he presses against that tender, quivering spot, coaxing forth a muffled, desperate sound that escapes your throat.
Desperation surges through you as you clutch his wrist firmly with both hands, desperately keeping him in place while your ragged breaths wash against his palm.
“Easy, easy,” he soothes you quietly.
Your grip, though trembling, gradually loosens, yet you still clutch his hand to your mouth like a lifeline. His thumb lingers upon that aching, sensitive spot, and once he senses the moment is right, he sweeps the pad of his thumb across it once more. A deep, pulsating throb beneath the muscle provokes a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, causing your jaw to relax ever so slightly. Your breaths continue to quiver, granting him even greater access to your mouth than before.
The pain, which had been a relentless torment, begins to ebb away, replaced by an odd, tingling sensation as he massages your gums. His touch is strangely soothing.
Everything fades away, until all you know is him.
[[Continue.|hv2]]You find yourself hanging onto his every word, hoping that whatever he offers will alleviate the excruciating pain that has become an unwelcome companion.
Your lips part, revealing teeth that feel sharper and longer than they should be. A low, haunting moan escapes your throat as if protesting this transformation, but your body betrays you.
He doesn’t hesitate; his movements are swift, his fingers gentle yet firm as they pry your jaw open wider.
The delicate tip of his finger glides beneath your upper lip, and the subtle saltiness of his skin tantalizes your senses.
His finger, unexpectedly gentle, brushes against the sensitive gumline where your fangs have emerged. With a gradual increase in pressure, he presses against that tender, quivering spot, coaxing forth a muffled, desperate sound that escapes your throat.
Desperation surges through you as you clutch his wrist firmly with both hands, desperately keeping him in place while your ragged breaths wash against his palm.
“Easy, //easy//,” he soothes you quietly.
Your grip, though trembling, gradually loosens, yet you still clutch his hand to your mouth like a lifeline. His thumb lingers upon that aching, sensitive spot, and once he senses the moment is right, he sweeps the pad of his thumb across it once more. A deep, pulsating throb beneath the muscle provokes a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, causing your jaw to relax ever so slightly. Your breaths continue to quiver, granting him even greater access to your mouth than before.
The pain, which had been a relentless torment, begins to ebb away, replaced by an odd, tingling sensation as he massages your gums. His touch is strangely soothing.
Everything fades away, until all you know is him.
[[Continue.|hv2]]You lunge forward, driven by an instinct you cannot comprehend, and the room erupts into chaos as you grapple with him, the dim light flickering in a frantic dance.
His strength, however, is unimaginable. With ease, he subdues your frenzied assault, pinning you down effortlessly. His eyes, still piercing and cold, reflect no surprise or fear.
It is as if he expected this reaction.
“No.”
His voice is a stern command that cuts through the haze of your instincts.
It’s as though his words possess a power over you.
He pries your mouth open, revealing the elongated, razor-sharp fangs that have become your unwitting weapons.
The delicate tip of his finger glides beneath your upper lip, and the subtle saltiness of his skin tantalizes your senses, serving as an agonizing reminder of the forbidden feast cruelly denied to you.
His finger, unexpectedly gentle, brushes against the sensitive gumline where your fangs have emerged. With a gradual increase in pressure, he presses against that tender, quivering spot, coaxing forth a muffled, desperate sound that escapes your throat.
Desperation surges through you as you clutch his wrist firmly with both hands, desperately keeping him in place while your ragged breaths wash against his palm.
“Easy, easy,” he soothes you quietly.
Your grip, though trembling, gradually loosens, yet you still clutch his hand to your mouth like a lifeline. His thumb lingers upon that aching, sensitive spot, and once he senses the moment is right, he sweeps the pad of his thumb across it once more. A deep, pulsating throb beneath the muscle provokes a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, causing your jaw to relax ever so slightly. Your breaths continue to quiver, granting him even greater access to your mouth than before.
The pain, which had been a relentless torment, begins to ebb away, replaced by an odd, tingling sensation as he massages your gums. His touch is strangely soothing, and you find yourself momentarily distracted from the maddening hunger that has consumed you.
Everything fades away, until all you know is him.
[[Continue.|hv2]]“Your fangs have arrived quickly.”
His words barely register, but the meaning behind them gradually sinks in.
You release your grip on his hand, allowing him to withdraw his finger from your mouth which leaves you with an overwhelming emptiness.
It’s as though a vital part of you has been abruptly taken away.
In the silence that follows, your mind races, trying to piece together the fragments of your shattered reality.
As you attempt to speak once more, your voice emerges more clearly this time, though still tinged with an otherworldly quality. “What... have you done to me?” you manage to ask, your eyes locked onto his with a mix of fear and curiosity.
He scoffs, “I haven’t done anything to you.” He picks up a nearby cloth to clean his hand from your saliva. “The prince lost a game which is why you are here, he is currently busy so I am taking care of you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“The Prince?”|hv2-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What happened to me?”|hv2-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who are you?”|hv2-a]]</span>“Right, you don’t know anything.” The man nods, his tone growing softer. “I’m Vincent.”
“I’m—”
“I know.” He interrupts you, “You have been turned into a vampire, $name. Usually, it’s rare and is only done with the council’s approval, but in your case, some reckless vampire attacked you and turned you without following the rules.”
He sighs, clearly frustrated by the situation, “The council had to make a quick decision about which side you would be on, and they decided while you were unconscious. You’re on our side now.”
Vampires, in your mind, are creatures of folklore and fiction, not something you’d expect to encounter in the real world. This whole scenario seems like a cruel joke or a bizarre dream.
“This is some kind of joke, right?” you say, searching the man’s face for any signs of jest. “Vampires? Really?”
Vincent’s expression remains serious, and he doesn’t respond to your disbelief with the expected grin or laughter.
Instead, he moves closer to you once again, he gently tilts your chin upward, his finger slipping inside your mouth once more to brush against your fang.
“Do you feel that?” he asks, his tone grave as he rubs the sharp point of your newly discovered fang. “A human wouldn’t have that.”
Vincent withdraws his hand from your mouth, his green eyes locked onto yours. There is a flicker of something in his gaze—perhaps a trace of empathy or understanding. You find yourself yearning for his touch once more, as conflicting emotions brew within you.
As if sensing your thoughts, he takes a small step back, his hand slowly retreating from your face. “What is it?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You demand, “Give me your hand.”|hv3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You plead for more, “I want more… please.”|hv3-b]]</span>“Give me your hand,” you demand, your voice carrying a newfound confidence.
He raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before hesitantly extending his hand towards you.
You grasp his hand firmly, feeling the cool of his palm against your warm skin. Your grip tightens around his hand, pulling it closer to your mouth. His jade eyes widen, a mix of surprise and intrigue flickering across his handsome features.
“Now, do it again,” you demand, your voice laced with newfound confidence. You won’t take no for an answer, not when this connection has momentarily eased the pain that had consumed you moments ago.
His expression hardens, the coldness returning to his eyes. “No,” he says, trying to withdraw his hand from your grasp.
But you hold on tight, your fingers curling around his wrist with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. The intensity in your gaze reflects the depth of your desire and the plea for him to continue what he started.
“You want more?” he questions, his voice laced with skepticism. The corners of his lips tug upwards in a knowing smile.
“Yes,” you whisper, the word heavy with a mixture of anticipation and need.
With a hint of amusement dancing across his features, Vincent obliges. He motions for you to open your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes you in. A thrill surges through you at the thought of surrendering to this act, of allowing him to claim dominion over your mouth once more.
As you part your lips, his thumb inches closer to that sensitive spot on your gums. The anticipation courses through your entire being, and your breath catches in your throat as he makes contact. The sensation is electric, every touch amplifying the intimacy between you.
Vincent’s touch is firm yet gentle, the very act of his touch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through you, your senses tingling with an almost overwhelming sensation.
Your fangs ache in response, throbbing in time with the rhythm of his ministrations. It’s as though they crave his touch, desperately seeking the relief that only he can provide.
His eyes study you intently, analyzing every reaction, every flicker of pleasure that dances across your features.
Yet, despite the pleasure that licks at the edges of your consciousness, your mouth is not content to be a mere passive receiver. No, the hunger that courses through your veins drives you to play an active role, to explore the extent of your newfound power.
[[Continue|hv4]]“You want more?” he questions, his voice laced with skepticism. The corners of his lips tug upwards in a knowing smile.
“Yes,” you whisper, the word heavy with a mixture of anticipation and need.
With a hint of amusement dancing across his features, Vincent obliges. He motions for you to open your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes you in. A thrill surges through you at the thought of surrendering to this act, of allowing him to claim dominion over your mouth once more.
As you part your lips, his thumb inches closer to that sensitive spot on your gums. The anticipation courses through your entire being, and your breath catches in your throat as he makes contact. The sensation is electric, every touch amplifying the intimacy between you.
Vincent’s touch is firm yet gentle, the very act of his touch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through you, your senses tingling with an almost overwhelming sensation.
Your fangs ache in response, throbbing in time with the rhythm of his ministrations. It’s as though they crave his touch, desperately seeking the relief that only he can provide.
His eyes study you intently, analyzing every reaction, every flicker of pleasure that dances across your features.
Yet, despite the pleasure that licks at the edges of your consciousness, your mouth is not content to be a mere passive receiver. No, the hunger that courses through your veins drives you to play an active role, to explore the extent of your newfound power.
[[Continue|hv4]]The sultry notion takes hold of your thoughts as the rhythmic pressure against your gums continues, you wonder what his lips on yours would feel like. You remove his fingers from your mouth, your fingers trailing lightly up his forearm before gently resting on his shoulder, urging him closer.
With a questioning look, he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. His lip twitches with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “What are you thinking?” he murmurs, his eyes narrowing.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reply seductively, “I want more. Show me more.”|hv4-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You gulp, “Nothing important.”|hv4-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Say nothing.|hv4-c]]</span>You respond with a sly smile, capturing his gaze as you slowly drag your tongue along your lower lip. The action feels sinful, seductive, and you revel in the power it holds over him.
“I want more,” you whisper, barely audible, your voice laced with a newfound confidence. “Show me more.”
With a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, Vincent dismisses your statement. “You can’t expect me to do all the work,” he grumbles, his voice laced with a biting edge. “I want to see what that mouth of yours can do.”
You take a moment to gather your thoughts.
With a determined glint in your eyes, you close the space between you. Your fingers trail along the strong lines of his jaw, teasing and tracing the contours of his stubble before settling beneath his chin.
For a split second, you see a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a mask of indifference.
He leans back slightly, the space between you growing more pronounced. “Wait—”
You ignore his interruption, without hesitating, you lean in and capture Vincent’s lips with your own.
His initial shock yields to a sudden surge of passion, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pushing you down onto the bed.
[[Continue|hv5]]Vincent narrows his eyes, his gaze penetrating your own as if he could read the innermost workings of your mind. “I highly doubt that.”
You chew on your lower lip, contemplating whether to let him in on your secret thoughts. His piercing gaze demands nothing less than complete honesty, and you find yourself drawn into the depths of his intensity.
The words slip past your lips before you can fully comprehend their implications. “I was... imagining what it would be like to feel your lips on mine,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.
Surprise flickers on his face and for a moment he is quiet. Then he says, “What are you waiting for? You shouldn’t make me do all the work.”
Summoning your courage, you look up at him through lowered lashes. Your lips tremble with a mix of nervousness and excitement as you pull him closer, closing the small gap between you.
His gaze remains fixed on you, unyielding and intense, as if he’s daring you to do it. It seems that he thinks you’ll back out, but you lift your hand, your fingertips brush gently against his jawline.
For a split second, you see a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a mask of indifference.
He leans back slightly, the space between you growing more pronounced. “Wait—”
You ignore his interruption, without hesitating, you lean in and capture Vincent’s lips with your own.
His initial shock yields to a sudden surge of passion, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pushing you down onto the bed.
[[Continue|hv5]]You say nothing, your actions speaking louder than any words could convey. The hunger in your eyes betrays your silence, the need for more of him evident in every glance you share.
Vincent’s guarded expression betrays a hint of curiosity, though his lips remain set in a firm line. He’s not one to easily give in to temptation, nor is he accustomed to having others take the lead.
Your hand trails down his shoulder, fingers grazing lightly against his chest before coming to rest near his waist. The fabric of his shirt presses against your skin, a barrier that you yearn to breach.
A flicker of amusement dances across his features as he catches on to your desire, but he refuses to surrender so easily. “You can’t expect me to do all the work,” he murmurs, a teasing lilt tinging his voice.
His gaze remains fixed on you, as if he’s daring you to do it. It seems that he thinks you’ll back out, but you lift your hand, your fingertips brush gently against his jawline.
For a split second, you see a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a mask of indifference.
He leans back slightly, the space between you growing more pronounced. “Wait—”
You ignore his interruption, without hesitating, you lean in and capture Vincent’s lips with your own.
His initial shock yields to a sudden surge of passion, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pushing you down onto the bed.
[[Continue|hv5]]As the heat of your lips melds together, a surge of desire courses through your veins. Your hand instinctively moves to his broad chest, feeling the rippling muscles beneath his shirt.
But it’s when your palm rests above his heart that something feels off. His heartbeat reverberates against your touch, steady and strong, unlike the cold slow beating of your vampire heart.
Pulling away slightly, your breath unsteady, you gaze into his eyes with curiosity mixed with confusion. “You’re not a vampire, are you?”
“So you are more than just…” He starts to say, then pauses and shakes his head before continuing, “I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
Vincent extricates himself from your embrace, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He takes a step back, creating a physical distance between you, as if unsure how to answer your question.
“I’m just here to take care of you,” he finally says, his voice surprisingly gentle. “It doesn’t matter who I am.”
You watch as he moves away, rummaging through the cabinets in search of something. He returns with a glass of deep red liquid, his eyes focused on the contents as he offers it to you.
“Blood,” he explains, his tone matter-of-fact. “I made a mistake by letting you kiss me. You could have accidentally consumed my blood, and the first blood you drink is important. It shouldn’t be mine.”
Confusion swirls inside of you, but you take the glass, feeling the coolness of it against your fingertips. The laws of this world confuse you but he hasn’t hurt you and the liquid looks appetizing although your mind disagrees.
You hold the glass to your lips, hesitating for a moment before taking a small sip. The taste is metallic and rich, flooding your senses with an oddly satisfying intensity. As you swallow, a warmth spreads through your veins, soothing the remnants of pain that still linger within you.
Vincent watches you silently, his gaze intent. It’s as if he’s waiting for you to have a reaction, to succumb to the effects of the blood. But you remain steady, curiosity enveloping you like a warm embrace.
“Why did you bring me blood?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you taking care of me?”
“It is my duty.”
Curiosity flashes in your eyes, but you refrain from pressing further. Perhaps in due time, he will choose to reveal more.
He looks at you intently for a moment longer, his features softening marginally. “Rest now,” he murmurs. “The Prince will visit you soon.”
With that, Vincent turns on his heels and leaves the room, his steps echoing in the air.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
<br>Your mind whirls with questions and uncertainties, but you’re unable to voice them clearly. “Who… Who are you? Where am I?”
Her name slips from her lips like a whisper carried by the wind, “I am Soarine,” she replies, each syllable dripping with enigma, “You are in my home.”
You press further, “What... What happened to me?”
“You were attacked,” she explains, “By a vampire, my dear. And now, you are one too.”
Vampires, in your mind, are creatures of folklore and fiction, not something you’d expect to encounter in the real world. This whole scenario seems like a cruel joke or a bizarre dream.
“This is some kind of joke, right?” you say, searching her face for any signs of jest. “Vampires? Really?”
“No joke, my dear, look closely."
With deft grace, she leans forward, her lips parting to reveal a pair of elongated canines—fangs, unmistakably vampiric in nature. The sight sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of fascination and trepidation intertwining within you.
You can’t help but reach a hand to your mouth, swiping your tongue along your teeth, only to discover that your canines are much sharper and longer than they were before.
“You see,” Soarine continues, her voice a velvety caress against your ear, “I am a vampire, and so are you. These fangs,” she says, “are the mark of our kind.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[She scares you, “Get away from me!”|hs1-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Despite her monstrous nature, she looks very beautiful. “Pretty…”|hs1-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The sight of her makes you hungry, you can’t help but struggle against the binds.|hs1-c]]</span>“Now, now,” she begins. “I don’t bite… Unless you are into that sort of thing.”
Her demeanor remains calm and composed despite the jarring contrast of her words.
The conflicting emotions swirling within you make it difficult to trust her, but there’s a magnetic allure about her that draws you in, despite your better judgment.
“I understand your apprehension. This is a lot to take in, I know. But I assure you, I have no intention of hurting you. This binding is merely for your safety, as your newfound vampiric strength might unintentionally cause harm.”
You tilt your head, studying her for a moment. There’s a hypnotic pull that draws you in despite the fear and uncertainty that swirls within you.
“You say you won’t hurt me, but why should I believe you?” you challenge, your voice laced with doubt.
Soarine hums, “I don’t think you have a choice, $name.”
A sense of unease settles within you, and you can’t help but question her knowledge. “How do you know my name?”
A smile graces Soarine’s lips, her eyes glinting with hidden knowledge. “I know everything there is to know about you.”
The way she talks, her unwavering confidence, it all sends a chill down your spine.
“I should clarify,” she begins, her voice dripping with a hint of mirth. “When you became one of us, we had to find out who you are, your name, your past. It was a necessary precaution.”
You study her carefully, pondering her words.
“I apologize for the current situation,” Soarine adds, her voice softening. Yet, her apology does little to dispel the creeping sense of mistrust that lingers in the room.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you are sorry then you can get rid of these ropes.”|hs2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How do you expect me to accept your apology when I am bound to this bed?”|hs2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You plead, “Can you get rid of the ropes, please?”|hs2]]</span>Soarine’s eyes light up with amusement at your comment. “Thank you, I must say, I do take pride in my appearance.”
Her long, pale green hair cascades down in luscious waves, framing her delicate features, and her lips, full and inviting, glisten with a touch of iridescent gloss.
With a delicate finger, she traces a line along your jaw, making you flinch.
A soft, almost teasing smile graces her features, caressing the corners of her mouth, “Now, now, I don’t bite… Unless you are into that sort of thing.”
Soarine gently continues, “I know this is a lot to take in, but I assure you, I have no intention of hurting you. This binding is merely for your safety, as your newfound vampiric strength might unintentionally cause harm.”
You tilt your head, studying her for a moment. There’s a hypnotic pull that draws you in despite the fear and uncertainty that swirls within you.
You look away from her, not wanting her beautiful appearance to affect you, “Why should I believe you?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you are sorry then you can get rid of these ropes.”|hs2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How do you expect me to accept your apology when I am bound to this bed?”|hs2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You plead, “Can you get rid of the ropes, please?”|hs2]]</span>She catches your struggling gaze, and with a playful scolding tone, she chides, “Now, now, behave yourself. Struggling won’t get you anywhere, except maybe a punishment.”
Her long, pale green hair cascades down in luscious waves, framing her delicate features, and her lips, full and inviting, glisten with a touch of iridescent gloss.
With a delicate finger, she traces a line along your jaw, making you flinch.
A soft, almost teasing smile graces her features, caressing the corners of her mouth, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… Unless you are into that sort of thing.”
Soarine gently continues, “I know this is a lot to take in, but I assure you, I have no intention of hurting you. This binding is merely for your safety, as your newfound vampiric strength might unintentionally cause harm.”
You tilt your head, studying her for a moment. There’s a hypnotic pull that draws you in despite the fear and uncertainty that swirls within you.
You look away from her, not wanting the hunger to take control of you, “Why should I believe you?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“If you are sorry then you can get rid of these ropes.”|hs2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“How do you expect me to accept your apology when I am bound to this bed?”|hs2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You plead, “Can you get rid of the ropes, please?”|hs2]]</span>Soarine sighs, her mint-green eyes searching your face with a mix of empathy and caution. She seems to consider your words, her gaze lingering on your restrained form for a moment.
“I understand your frustration, $name,” she says, her voice tinged with sympathy. “But unbinding you carries certain risks. You’re still new to this, and your hunger, your emotions, may overwhelm you.”
“I can do it. I won’t let myself lose control.”
A moment of silence hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of your words, and then, with a measured exhalation, Soarine relents.
With a swift motion, she unravels the ropes that bind your wrists, freeing you from their constricting hold. As the tension eases, a tingling sensation dances along your skin.
“Now, you are free,” she says softly, her voice carrying an undertone of warning.
Resisting the urge to lose control proves far more challenging than simply vowing not to succumb.
Her scent, an intoxicating blend of floral notes and warmth, envelops your senses, clouding your judgment. Any fear you had felt before is gone.
Every detail about her, from the way her eyes hold a mysterious allure to the gentle curve of her lips, drives you mad.
It’s as if a relentless force takes over, drowning your rational thoughts, and it leads you to lunge at her, switching your positions so she is now under you.
You crave the taste of her blood on your lips.
As the hunger within you surges, you find yourself drawn to Soarine’s delicate neck, the pulse beneath her pale skin calling to you.
But as you move in closer, driven by a primal instinct to taste her blood, Soarine remains composed. She looks up at you, her mint-green eyes shimmering with a mix of amusement and confidence.
A knowing smile curls her lips, and with a swift and fluid motion, she effortlessly flips your positions. Now, she sits on top of you, her strength and control evident in her movements.
“You’re eager, aren’t you?” Soarine murmurs, her voice laced with a hint of teasing. “But a new vampire like you can never overtake me.”
She watches your desperation, the hunger evident in your eyes, and with a slow and deliberate movement, she extends her wrist toward your awaiting mouth.
“Take what you need,” she whispers, “I don’t usually do this but for some reason I like you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bite into her wrist.|hs2-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Push her wrist away, go for her lips.|hs2-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Push her wrist away, go for her neck.|hs2-c]]</span>Driven by your insatiable thirst, you eagerly sink your teeth into Soarine’s offered wrist. The taste of her blood floods your senses, an intoxicating mix of sweetness and vitality. Your body shivers with pleasure as you drink, the satisfying warmth of her life’s essence coursing through you.
After a few moments, you reluctantly release your grip, feeling a newfound strength and vitality pulse within your veins. Soarine’s wrist, surprisingly, shows no signs of your assault as her skin quickly heals, leaving no trace of the wounds.
As you watch in awe, Soarine meets your gaze, her eyes glittering with excitement tinged with a hint of danger. She slowly tilts her head to the side as she looks at you, revealing the tempting curve of her neck.
Without a word, you lean in, your lips trailing up her neck, leaving a trail of fleeting kisses. You nibble gently, savoring the delicate taste of her skin and relishing in the soft moans that escape her lips.
Between breaths, you curiously ask, “Why... Do you let me... do this?”
Soarine doesn’t answer you with words but the sound of her shaky breathing makes you stop thinking.
[[Continue|hs3]]As Soarine offers her wrist to you, you surprise her by pushing it away, your gaze fixed on her slender neck. The hunger within you demands a deeper connection, a more intimate taste.
Her eyes widen with surprise, momentarily taken aback by your unexpected decision. She tries to speak, but the words catch in her throat as you boldly go for her neck.
“I need…”
She gives you a soft, understanding, smile and brushes a lock of her pale green hair behind her ear, exposing her neck further.
“I would rather you take it from me than someone else.”
Her admission only fuels the yearning within you, intensifying the pull of your primal desires. Without delay, without contemplation, your lips finally meet her neck, and you sink your fangs into her soft flesh, savoring the rush of warmth that floods your senses.
Between breaths, you curiously ask, “Why... Do you let me... do this?”
Soarine doesn’t answer you with words but the sound of her shaky breathing makes you stop thinking.
[[Continue|hs3]]Pushing her wrist away, you seize the moment and instead pull her down by her neck to capture her lips. The tantalizing taste of her mouth mingles with the hunger that courses through your veins.
For a moment, Soarine seems surprised, caught off guard by your boldness. But then, she eases into the kiss, her lips melting against yours.
Your teeth graze against her lower lip, a playful nip that draws a trickle of blood. As the metallic tang mingles with the passionate exchange, desire courses through your veins, heightening your need for her.
You disentangle your lips from hers, gasping for breath, and lock your gaze with Soarine’s blazing eyes.
Soarine meets your gaze, her eyes glittering with excitement tinged with a hint of danger. She slowly tilts her head to the side as she looks at you, revealing the tempting curve of her neck.
Without a word, you lean in, your lips trailing up her neck, leaving a trail of fleeting kisses. You nibble gently, savoring the delicate taste of her skin and relishing in the soft moans that escape her lips.
Between breaths, you curiously ask, “Why... Do you let me... do this?”
Soarine doesn’t answer you with words but the sound of her shaky breathing makes you stop thinking.
[[Continue|hs3]]After a few minutes of indulging in her, she breaks the silence with a firm command. “Stop. That’s enough.”
It’s as if she has a hidden power over you, some kind of enchantment that compels you to obey her words. Reluctantly, you heed her command, the intoxicating flavor of her blood still lingering on your tongue.
Gently, Soarine pulls away from you, getting up from her seat on top of you.
You stare up at her, searching for an explanation, your voice laced with curiosity, “How did you…”
Soarine places a finger delicately over your lips, silencing your question. “Because the first blood you consumed is mine,” she says, her voice carrying a weight of authority. “And because I am one of the oldest vampires in the world.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“So you can make me do anything?”|hs3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You don’t look that old.”|hs3-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Did you let me because you wanted to control me?”|hs3-c]]</span>“Appearances can be deceiving, $name. I may not look like it but I am ancient.”
She reaches out to brush her fingers against your cheek, her touch is gentle. “When you drink my blood, it establishes a connection between us. It awakens a deep-seated instinct within you, driving you to heed my commands, whether you want to or not.”
“Does that mean I have to do everything you say?” you ask, your voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Soarine shakes her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Only when I deem it necessary.”
“But what if I disagree with your commands?” you query, your voice tinged with uncertainty. The idea of being compelled to obey someone is unsettling.
Soarine’s expression softens, she moves closer to you, “I know the importance of respecting free will,” she tells you. “If there ever comes a time when I ask something of you that you truly cannot abide by, I promise to listen to you.”
“But for now,” she whispers, “go to sleep.”
Caught off guard by her sudden command, you feel a surge of fatigue wash over you, her words hold a power you cannot resist.
Your protests die on your lips as your eyelids grow heavy, and your body succumbs to the deep slumber she has commanded.
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<br>She doesn’t shy away from your question, acknowledging it with a nod.
“Yes, in a way,” she admits. “As a new vampire, you are more prone to making rash decisions, driven by instinct and unchecked desires. By sharing my blood with you, I have a certain level of influence over you, a tether that keeps you from losing control completely.”
“You attacked me and I was strong enough to not be harmed by you,” she continues, “but that might not be the case for everyone. But rest assured, I won’t abuse this power.”
“Does this mean I have to do everything you say?” you ask, your voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Soarine shakes her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Only when I deem it necessary.”
“But what if I disagree with your commands?” you query, your voice tinged with uncertainty. The idea of being compelled to obey someone is unsettling.
Soarine’s expression softens, she moves closer to you, “I know the importance of respecting free will,” she tells you. “If there ever comes a time when I ask something of you that you truly cannot abide by, I promise to listen to you.”
“But for now,” she whispers, “go to sleep.”
Caught off guard by her sudden command, you feel a surge of fatigue wash over you, her words hold a power you cannot resist.
Your protests die on your lips as your eyelids grow heavy, and your body succumbs to the deep slumber she has commanded.
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<br>“Not anything, my blood carries a certain influence over vampires who have tasted it. It’s a form of connection and control. But rest assured, I wouldn’t abuse that power.”
“Does that mean I have to do everything you say?” you ask, your voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Soarine shakes her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Only when I deem it necessary.”
“But what if I disagree with your commands?” you query, your voice tinged with uncertainty. The idea of being compelled to obey someone is unsettling.
Soarine’s expression softens, she moves closer to you, “I know the importance of respecting free will,” she tells you. “If there ever comes a time when I ask something of you that you truly cannot abide by, I promise to listen to you.”
“But for now,” she whispers, “go to sleep.”
Caught off guard by her sudden command, you feel a surge of fatigue wash over you, her words hold a power you cannot resist.
Your protests die on your lips as your eyelids grow heavy, and your body succumbs to the deep slumber she has commanded.
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<br>//It hurts.//
Your consciousness returns sluggishly, and you gradually become aware of your surroundings.
The room is shrouded in a dim, eerie light, casting long shadows that dance on the walls.
When you first awakened, your body felt like it had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together, a jigsaw puzzle of agony and confusion.
As you attempted to comprehend the torment ravaging your very soul, a sensation as though molten lava coursed through your veins, an unyielding inferno intent on consuming you from within. It was as if your very blood had transformed into liquid fire, a relentless blaze that defies all logic and reason.
But today, things are slightly different. Even if you are still in pain, the agony has subsided ever so slightly.
Yet, the hunger, oh, the insatiable hunger, it still claws at your insides with a primal ferocity that overshadows any earthly desire. It’s a gnawing abyss within your gut, a void that hungers for more than mere sustenance.
This craving transcends the bounds of hunger; you hunger for something indefinable, something that exists beyond the boundaries of mortal comprehension.
You hear him before you see him.
“Ah, you’re awake.” he murmurs, his voice laced with tenderness. “I apologize for the dimness of the room. It is necessary to protect your eyes from the harshness of the light until you’ve fully adjusted.”
As your eyes gradually adjust to the dimness, the figure before you becomes clearer, and you see him for the first time.
He stands tall, his form radiating both grace and strength. Straight white hair cascades down to his shoulders, flowing like liquid silver, while his pale blue eyes seem to glow in the dimly lit room.
You hear the sound of a book closing and being put down on a hard surface.
“I am Helios,” he introduces himself, his voice a soft caress against your ears. His words are accompanied by a gentle touch, as his hand brushes against your forehead. “You no longer have a fever, that’s good.”
Your gaze lingers on his face, taking in his features as you try to piece together the fragmented images that flicker in your mind.
Despite the current shadows that cling to the room, there is a warmth emanating from Helios, an almost celestial glow that suffuses his being.
If your heart was still beating then it would be erratic right now. Each breath you take feels like shards of glass scraping against your fragile, parched throat.
You can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air, and it lingers, taunting your senses with a forbidden allure that both terrifies and entices you.
As you try to speak, your voice emerges as a guttural, inhuman growl. Panic surges through your veins, the realization dawning upon you that something unnatural, something sinister, has taken hold of you.
“I…” Your voice wavers, still weak. “Where... where am I?”
Helios’ smile widens, a beacon of reassuring light in the room. “You’re in my home.”
His touch lingers on your forehead, his hand cool against your heated skin. The sensation soothes you, providing you a much needed relief.
“You’ve been through a tremendous ordeal,” he continues, his voice filled with empathy. “But you are safe now. Rest assured, I will take care of you.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What happened to me?”|hh1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m hungry…no– I’m thirsty.”|hh1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I feel strange.”|hh1]]</span>Helios takes your hand in his as he starts to explain, “This is going to sound unbelievable but I need you to listen, alright?”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you can’t help but feel a growing sense of unease. Helios, however, doesn’t falter, and his voice takes on a somber tone as he continues.
“You were attacked… by a vampire.”
Vampires, in your mind, are creatures of folklore and fiction, not something you’d expect to encounter in the real world. This whole scenario seems like a cruel joke or a bizarre dream.
“This is some kind of joke, right?” you say, searching his face for any signs of jest.
But Helios’ expression remains serious and unwavering as he delivers the unnerving truth that shatters your preconceived notions of reality.
“The reason you feel strange, hungry, and thirsty is because you have been turned into one as well.”
Your mind reels, struggling to comprehend the weight of Helios’ words. The idea that vampires exist, and that you have become one, feels like a surreal nightmare.
“This can’t be real,” you mutter, your voice tinged with disbelief. “Vampires? That’s just... it’s impossible…”
Doubt lingers in your eyes, and you can’t fully accept Helios’ words without proof. With a determined look, you ask him, “If what you say is true, then show me. Show me some proof.”
Helios pauses, his gaze thoughtful, and then without a word, he reaches for a nearby knife. Your eyes widen at the sight, a mix of curiosity and apprehension washing over you.
In one swift motion, Helios slices his palm with the blade, and crimson blood starts trickling down his hand.
The wound doesn’t faze him, and as you watch, your eyes widen as the gash swiftly seals itself, leaving no trace of the injury behind.
A mix of awe and horror dances within you, but there’s also something else. Something darker, something that stirs a newfound hunger deep within the pit of your stomach. Your eyes are locked on the fresh droplets of blood that trickle down Helios’ palm.
Unbeknownst to you, your tongue darts out to wet your lips, an instinctual response, as your mind becomes consumed by a singular, overwhelming desire.
He notices your reaction, an undercurrent of understanding in his vibrant blue eyes. But instead of recoiling in horror or disgust, he smiles gently at you.
He sits down next to you once again, cleaning the blood off with a handkerchief.
As you attempt to gather your wits and move away, Helios senses your inner turmoil. He reaches out and firmly grasps your hand, anchoring you in place. Your gaze locks with his, and the intensity of his blue eyes sends a shiver down your spine.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs, his voice velvety and rich. “I know it’s difficult, but you must learn to control your hunger.”
You try to resist, to pull away, but his grip is firm yet gentle, unmoving as he slowly pulls you towards him. Your resistance falters, and you find yourself stumbling forward, your body falling against his, drawn impossibly close.
The proximity to Helios only intensifies everything. The scent of the blood that lingers upon him fills your nostrils, overwhelming your senses. It’s like a heady perfume that both tantalizes and torments you.
Your heart, or what remains of it, pounds in your chest, the rhythm echoing the hunger clawing at your insides. Your mouth waters, and instinctively, your teeth elongate, fangs piercing your bottom lip ever so slightly.
Helios’ fingers brush against your cheek, his touch gentle as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispers, his voice a delicate caress against your ear. “I’m here, I will take care of you. Let’s keep talking to keep your mind off things.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to talk.”|hh2-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is there to talk about?”|hh2-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Stay silent.|hh2-c]]</span>“That’s alright,” he assures you. “I’ll talk enough for both of us.”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours as he begins to speak.
“Let me tell you about my travels,” he says, his voice soothing and melodic. “I have visited many places, far and wide.”
His words weave a tapestry of vivid imagery, transporting you from the confines of the dimly lit room to bustling markets, breath-taking landscapes, and grand palaces.
As he speaks, you find yourself gradually becoming lost in his words, the hunger that gnaws at your core momentarily forgotten.
Your body relaxes against him, the tension in your muscles easing away as your focus shifts to the amazing tales he shares.
Helios’ voice takes on a soothing quality, his words whispering against your ear like a gentle breeze through the trees.
The ache for satiation still lingers, the need hiding beneath the surface. As he weaves his tales, the temptation to interrupt him by sinking your teeth into his flesh grows insatiable.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Give into your urges and try to bite into his neck.|hh3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bury yourself in his chest and try to calm down.|hh3-b]]</span>“We can talk about anything.” Helios offers.
“I don’t have anything to talk about.”
“Let me tell you about my travels,” he says, his voice soothing and melodic. “I have visited many places, far and wide.”
His words weave a tapestry of vivid imagery, transporting you from the confines of the dimly lit room to bustling markets, breath-taking landscapes, and grand palaces.
As he speaks, you find yourself gradually becoming lost in his words, the hunger that gnaws at your core momentarily forgotten.
Your body relaxes against him, the tension in your muscles easing away as your focus shifts to the amazing tales he shares.
Helios’ voice takes on a soothing quality, his words whispering against your ear like a gentle breeze through the trees.
The ache for satiation still lingers, the need hiding beneath the surface. As he weaves his tales, the temptation to interrupt him by sinking your teeth into his flesh grows insatiable.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Give into your urges and try to bite into his neck.|hh3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bury yourself in his chest and try to calm down.|hh3-b]]</span>Helios waits for your response and when it doesn’t come he starts speaking again.
“Let me tell you about my travels,” he says, his voice soothing and melodic. “I have visited many places, far and wide.”
His words weave a tapestry of vivid imagery, transporting you from the confines of the dimly lit room to bustling markets, breath-taking landscapes, and grand palaces.
As he speaks, you find yourself gradually becoming lost in his words, the hunger that gnaws at your core momentarily forgotten.
Your body relaxes against him, the tension in your muscles easing away as your focus shifts to the amazing tales he shares.
Helios’ voice takes on a soothing quality, his words whispering against your ear like a gentle breeze through the trees.
The ache for satiation still lingers, the need hiding beneath the surface. As he weaves his tales, the temptation to interrupt him by sinking your teeth into his flesh grows insatiable.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Give into your urges and try to bite into his neck.|hh3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Bury yourself in his chest and try to calm down.|hh3-b]]</span>Just as your fangs graze the tender flesh of his neck, Helios moves with a swiftness that belies his grace, and he catches your hand in a firm yet gentle grip. You feel the pressure of his teeth sinking into your index finger, a controlled warning that jolts you back to reality.
The pain, however fleeting, cuts through the haze of your desire. It’s a shocking reminder of your current state, a reminder that you must learn to harness and control the insatiable hunger burning within you.
A soft groan escapes your lips, a mix of frustration and desire.
He releases your hand, the taste of your blood lingering on his tongue, and his fingers trace soothing circles on your skin. “Patience,” he urges, his voice tender and understanding. “If you manage to control yourself I will let you have a little taste, doesn’t that sound nice?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You try to seduce him into giving in.|hh4-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You listen to him and stay still.|hh4-b]]</span>You bury yourself into Helios’ chest, seeking solace and the strength to not lose control. His touch is comforting, his hand gently patting your back in a soothing rhythm.
As he continues to stroke your back, his voice emerges like a velvety whisper against your ear. “You’re doing well,” he murmurs. “If you manage to control yourself I will let you have a little taste, doesn’t that sound nice?”
Every inch of your being yearns for the taste of blood, but you try not to give in.
Time stands still as you wait, the anticipation stretching each passing moment into an eternity. It feels like an eternity of torture, the hunger clawing at your insides, pushing against your willpower.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Helios gently pulls back, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You’ve done well,” he praises, his voice filled with admiration. “Now, you may choose.”
His words wash over you like a wave of relief, and your eyes flicker with a mix of hunger and gratitude. You know this is your moment, your chance to indulge in a controlled taste of the elixir that sustains your existence.
You glance at him, your gaze locking with his pale blue eyes, as you make your decision.
<span class="choice-normal">[[His neck.|hh5-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[His wrist.|hh5-b]]</span>You know you need to exercise restraint, to prove that you can resist the urge to feed without consent. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to make him be the one to give in.
As you stay still, your lips part and press tender, teasing kisses against the delicate skin of Helios’ neck. Each touch is feather-light, and each of them makes his breath hitch slightly. Gasps escape his lips, as your kisses graze a particularly sensitive spot.
A soft, almost involuntary squeak escapes him, and for a moment, the power dynamic between you shifts. The tables are momentarily turned as he momentarily succumbs to the sensations you’re creating.
As your lips roam, you feel Helios’ grip on you tighten, his fingers digging ever so slightly into your skin.
“If you keep on trying to test me, I won’t give you what you want.”
“But can you resist me?” you whisper in his ear, knowing the effect you’re having on him.
You can hear Helios laugh a little at your words which makes you frown, “Sit still, $name.” This time his words sound more like a command rather than a suggestion.
[[Continue|hh4-b]]Every inch of your being yearns for the taste of blood, but you try not to give in.
Time stands still as you wait, the anticipation stretching each passing moment into an eternity. It feels like an eternity of torture, the hunger clawing at your insides, pushing against your willpower.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Helios gently pulls back, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You’ve done well,” he praises, his voice filled with admiration. “Now, you may choose.”
His words wash over you like a wave of relief, and your eyes flicker with a mix of hunger and gratitude. You know this is your moment, your chance to indulge in a controlled taste of the elixir that sustains your existence.
You glance at him, your gaze locking with his pale blue eyes, as you make your decision.
<span class="choice-normal">[[His neck.|hh5-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[His wrist.|hh5-b]]</span>You gently lift your hand, fingertips grazing the smooth skin of his neck. Your touch is featherlight as you brush against the vein that carries the life-giving elixir you crave.
A surge of desire courses through your veins, your fangs elongating in response to the exhilarating sight before you. Helios tilts his head, offering himself to you willingly, his trust shining in his eyes.
You lean closer, your lips barely grazing his skin, capturing the cold and scent of him before parting your lips ever so slightly. With measured control, you sink your fangs into his neck, piercing the tender flesh. A mix of pleasure and aching hunger courses through your body, invigorating every nerve.
Helios lets out a soft gasp, a shudder rippling through him as your fangs pierce his skin. You can feel the pulse of his blood racing against your tongue, the taste is better than anything you have ever tasted.
You pull away from Helios, surprisingly, his skin shows no signs of your assault as his skin quickly heals, leaving no trace of the wounds.
“Isn’t it fascinating?”
As Helios speaks, the sound of his voice rings in your ears, captivating your attention. But it’s not just his words that captivate you; it’s the way his lips move, forming each syllable with a seductive precision.
The hunger within you, though somewhat sated by the taste of his blood, still lingers.
With a lingering ache, you find yourself fixated on his lips. Every movement, every breath that escapes them, stirs the hunger deep within you once more. Your eyes linger on the soft curve of his lower lip, a tinge of longing evident in your gaze.
Unable to resist the compulsion any longer, you reach out, tracing your fingers lightly along the path his lips have taken.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have pretty lips.”|hh6-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can I kiss you?”|hh6-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything and kiss him.|hh6-c]]</span>You gently lift his wrist, lips grazing his smooth skin. Your touch is featherlight as you brush against the veins that carry the life-giving elixir you crave.
A surge of desire courses through your veins, your fangs elongating in response to the exhilarating sight before you. Helios watches you intently, a willing offering.
You lean closer, your lips barely grazing his skin, capturing the cold and scent of him before parting your lips ever so slightly. With measured control, you sink your fangs into his wrist, piercing the tender flesh. A mix of pleasure and aching hunger courses through your body, invigorating every nerve.
Helios lets out a soft gasp, a shudder rippling through him as your fangs pierce his skin. You can feel the pulse of his blood racing against your tongue, the taste is better than anything you have ever tasted.
You pull away from Helios, surprisingly, his skin shows no signs of your assault as his skin quickly heals, leaving no trace of the wounds.
“Isn’t it fascinating?”
As Helios speaks, the sound of his voice rings in your ears, captivating your attention. But it’s not just his words that captivate you; it’s the way his lips move, forming each syllable with a seductive precision.
The hunger within you, though somewhat sated by the taste of his blood, still lingers.
With a lingering ache, you find yourself fixated on his lips. Every movement, every breath that escapes them, stirs the hunger deep within you once more. Your eyes linger on the soft curve of his lower lip, a tinge of longing evident in your gaze.
Unable to resist the compulsion any longer, you reach out, tracing your fingers lightly along the path his lips have taken.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have pretty lips.”|hh6-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can I kiss you?”|hh6-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Don’t say anything and kiss him.|hh6-c]]</span>His usually composed demeanor falters, replaced with a bashful vulnerability that only serves to enhance his charm. His pale blue eyes now hold a hint of uncertainty.
“Thank you,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. Something about his shyness sparks the flame that still burns brightly in your veins.
Inch by inch, you close the distance between you and Helios. His breath quickens, his gaze fixed upon your lips. The tension between you intensifies as your lips brush against each other, a teasing contact that electrifies your senses.
Without hesitation, your lips mold against his, passion igniting between you like a wildfire.
The world around you fades into insignificance as your desire takes hold.
As you deepen the kiss, your arms wrap around Helios, pulling him closer. His body responds to your touch, his breath mingling with yours as the intensity of the moment swells. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, and you’re certain he can taste it too.
Suddenly, a soft but persistent knock on the door startles both of you.
Helios breaks the kiss, his breath uneven, and he meets your gaze with a blend of desire and uncertainty. “I’ve never... done this before.”
The knocking continues, growing slightly more insistent.
“It seems like I have to go,” Helios sighs, a touch of disappointment in his voice. “My other duties call.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have other new vampires to kiss?”|hh7-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s too bad.”|hh7-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have to come back soon.”|hh7-c]]</span>His usually composed demeanor falters, replaced with a bashful vulnerability that only serves to enhance his charm.
“But you won’t get any blood from a kiss…” Helios mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s not blood I am after.”
Inch by inch, you close the distance between you and Helios. His breath quickens, his gaze fixed upon your lips. The tension between you intensifies as your lips brush against each other, a teasing contact that electrifies your senses.
Without hesitation, your lips mold against his, passion igniting between you like a wildfire.
The world around you fades into insignificance as your desire takes hold.
As you deepen the kiss, your arms wrap around Helios, pulling him closer. His body responds to your touch, his breath mingling with yours as the intensity of the moment swells. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, and you’re certain he can taste it too.
Suddenly, a soft but persistent knock on the door startles both of you.
Helios breaks the kiss, his breath uneven, and he meets your gaze with a blend of desire and uncertainty. “I’ve never... done this before.”
The knocking continues, growing slightly more insistent.
“It seems like I have to go,” Helios sighs, a touch of disappointment in his voice. “My other duties call.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have other new vampires to kiss?”|hh7-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s too bad.”|hh7-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have to come back soon.”|hh7-c]]</span>Inch by inch, you close the distance between you and Helios. His breath quickens, his gaze fixed upon your lips. The tension between you intensifies as your lips brush against each other, a teasing contact that electrifies your senses.
Without hesitation, your lips mold against his, passion igniting between you like a wildfire.
The world around you fades into insignificance as your desire takes hold.
As you deepen the kiss, your arms wrap around Helios, pulling him closer. His body responds to your touch, his breath mingling with yours as the intensity of the moment swells. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, and you’re certain he can taste it too.
Suddenly, a soft but persistent knock on the door startles both of you.
Helios breaks the kiss, his breath uneven, and he meets your gaze with a blend of desire and uncertainty. “I’ve never... done this before.”
The knocking continues, growing slightly more insistent.
“It seems like I have to go,” Helios sighs, a touch of disappointment in his voice. “My other duties call.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have other new vampires to kiss?”|hh7-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“That’s too bad.”|hh7-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You have to come back soon.”|hh7-c]]</span>Helios chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not quite. But I do have other matters to tend to.”
With a lingering touch and a promise to come back, Helios reluctantly pulls away, leaving you breathless and craving for his return.
As the door closes behind him, your mind swirls with a whirlwind of emotions.
You can’t wait for him to come back.
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<br>He nods, regret evident in his expression. “I wish I could stay, but I have other responsibilities to attend to.”
Disappointment settles in your chest as you nod, understanding the demands that pull him away from you.
With a lingering touch and a promise to come back, Helios reluctantly pulls away, leaving you breathless and craving for his return.
As the door closes behind him, your mind swirls with a whirlwind of emotions.
You can’t wait for him to come back.
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<br>You imbue your voice with a mix of longing and determination as you respond, “You better come back soon. I’ll be waiting for you.”
With a lingering touch and a promise to come back, Helios reluctantly pulls away, leaving you breathless and craving for his return.
As the door closes behind him, your mind swirls with a whirlwind of emotions.
You can’t wait for him to come back.
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<br>//It hurts.//
Your consciousness returns sluggishly, and you gradually become aware of your surroundings.
The room is shrouded in a dim, eerie light, casting long shadows that dance on the walls.
When you first awakened, your body felt like it had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together, a jigsaw puzzle of agony and confusion.
As you attempted to comprehend the torment ravaging your very soul, a sensation as though molten lava coursed through your veins, an unyielding inferno intent on consuming you from within. It was as if your very blood had transformed into liquid fire, a relentless blaze that defies all logic and reason.
But today, things are slightly different. Even if you are still in pain, the agony has subsided ever so slightly.
Yet, the hunger, oh, the insatiable hunger, it still claws at your insides with a primal ferocity that overshadows any earthly desire. It’s a gnawing abyss within your gut, a void that hungers for more than mere sustenance.
This craving transcends the bounds of hunger; you hunger for something indefinable, something that exists beyond the boundaries of mortal comprehension.
You hear her before you see her.
A woman’s voice, tinged with a sense of reluctance, speaks softly to a companion. “Asha, I really don’t want to be here.”
There is a croak, and then silence.
“Exactly. You’re right, you’re so smart, huh?”
As your eyes gradually adjust to the dimness, you realize something is sitting on top of you, staring at you. It takes a moment to register that It’s a frog.
“Oh you’re awake. Asha, get off.” the woman instructs the frog, and you feel the weight lift from your torso.
Finally, your vision begins to clear, and you catch sight of a woman leaning over you, her gaze fixed upon your face. She has a striking appearance with waist-length curly ruby red hair cascading down her back, framing her face like a fiery halo. Her amber eyes, filled with concern and compassion, lock onto yours as she waves a hand in front of your eyes, assessing your level of consciousness.
“You’re awake, right?” she asks, her voice now laced with concern, as she tries to gauge your level of consciousness.
You blink your eyes, the world swimming into focus as you struggle to make sense of your surroundings. You manage a weak nod in response to her question, your parched throat making speech difficult.
The woman lets out a sigh of relief and sits back slightly, giving you some space. “Thank goodness,” she murmurs under her breath, her voice laced with genuine relief, as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.
If your heart was still beating then it would be erratic right now. Each breath you take feels like shards of glass scraping against your fragile, parched throat.
You can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air, and it lingers, taunting your senses with a forbidden allure that both terrifies and entices you.
[[Continue|hf1]]As you try to speak, your voice emerges as a guttural, inhuman growl. Panic surges through your veins, the realization dawning upon you that something unnatural, something sinister, has taken hold of you.
“I-I’m awake… What happened to me?”
She watches you closely, her expression a mix of pity and concern. Opening her mouth and closing it as if choosing her words carefully, she finally speaks, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
“You were attacked,” she begins, her words heavy with a grave truth, “You were attacked by a vampire, and... you have been turned into one.”
Vampires, in your mind, are creatures of folklore and fiction, not something you’d expect to encounter in the real world. This whole scenario seems like a cruel joke or a bizarre dream.
“This is some kind of joke, right?” you say, searching her face for any signs of jest.
The woman’s expression remains somber, and she shakes her head slowly. “I wish it were a joke, but it’s far from it.”
She continues, “My name is Fadiya, and I am here to help you through this.”
Fadiya’s words hang in the air, and her name registers in your mind.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Don’t come closer. I know you are lying.”|hf1-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who set you up to this? I don’t like this prank.”|hf1-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re lying… right?”|hf1-a]]</span>Fadiya sighs, “I know all of this sounds like a lie but you will have to trust me on this. I swear on…” Fadiya pauses for a moment, her eyes darting around the dimly lit room in search of something. “I swear on Asha. The frog, I mean. I treasure her a lot so I am not lying.”
You follow her gaze to the ground and spot the frog she's referring to. It’s much larger than any frog you’ve seen before, and it croaks as if to greet you.
Fadiya leans even closer to you, and her presence floods your senses, overwhelming you with her scent. “Please trust me,” she implores.
Her words struggle to register in your brain as you're captivated by her scent. You unconsciously lean closer to her, drawn by an unexplainable desire, but she instinctively leans away from you.
“Seems like you’re thirsty,” she remarks, her tone soft and understanding.
You can’t help but nod, your parched lips parting slightly at the mere idea of quenching your inexplicable thirst.
Fadiya nods in response and walks over to the counter, where an array of bottles and jars awaits. She selects a bottle and pours its contents into a glass.
The liquid is a dark red, and even from afar, you can smell the unmistakable scent of iron. It doesn’t smell as appealing as her, perhaps you would have liked it if you hadn’t taken in her scent beforehand.
With the glass in hand, she walks back toward you and holds it out. “Drink,” she instructs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am not drinking that.”|hf2-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Is that blood?”|hf2-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It smells strange.”|hf2-c]]</span>Fadiya appears puzzled by your reluctance. “Why not?” she asks, her eyes searching yours.
You can’t reveal the real reason why you don’t want to, which is her captivating scent, so you attempt to deflect the issue. “Because how would I know that you didn't poison it?” you counter, a tinge of skepticism in your tone.
“I would never poison anyone.” Fadiya frowns, urging you to take the glass. “Come on, take a sip. You will like it.”
You remain resolute, shaking your head. “You drink it and prove it’s safe to drink.”
Fadiya shakes her head in response, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not a vampire.”
Fadiya doesn’t give you the opportunity to question her further. She regards you with a hint of curiosity, as if she can sense there is more to your reluctance than you’re letting on. “What’s the real reason?” she presses, “Don’t lie because I will know.”
You take a deep breath, your parched throat burning, and decide to confide in her, hoping for relief from your insatiable hunger and thirst. “I... I can’t resist your scent,” you admit, your voice laced with desperation. “It’s overpowering. It’s not the blood in the glass that I crave; it’s you.”
Fadiya stands still for a moment, without saying a word. All of a sudden, tiny pink flowers start appearing in her hair and you can see how flustered she is due to your words.
She takes a moment to clear her throat, a subtle action that serves as a physical token of composure regained. Her voice, now softer and more comforting, breaks the silence. “I see,” she says softly. “It’s not uncommon for newly turned vampires to struggle with their cravings.”
The glass clinks softly against the bedside table as Fadiya places it down with a delicate touch, her eyes captured by the flickering candlelight. “You can drink my blood, $name. Just… be gentle.”
The room seems to close in on you as your instincts take over, your fangs elongating, and your eyes locking onto Fadiya.
Fadiya abruptly interrupts your reverie, her hands positioned cautiously in front of you. Her commanding voice fills the confined space, “Wait!” she exclaims, a firm plea resonating in her tone.
She swiftly turns her gaze to the frog perched on the floor, its judgmental eyes locked upon the scene unfolding before it. “Asha, leave the room, please.”
The frog, seemingly disapproving of your presence, maintains an unwavering stare, its beady eyes accusing you as if you had committed a grave offense in a previous life.
After a moment of unyielding determination, Asha finally breaks contact with you and croaks in reluctant acknowledgement before hopping out of the room.
With the unwanted spectator finally gone, Fadiya redirects her attention back to you, drawing you into the gravitational pull of her presence. “Alright, go ahead.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go for her neck.|hf3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go for her wrist.|hf3-b]]</span>Fadiya nods, “Yes, it will satisfy your craving so drink it.”
You hesitate, your gaze fixed on the dark, crimson liquid in the glass. “Is it really alright if I drink it? Isn’t it strange?”
Fadiya shrugs, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. “It is the way of life for vampires. Your kind has always sustained itself on the blood of others.”
“I don’t want to drink it.”
Fadiya appears puzzled by your reluctance. “Why not?” she asks, her eyes searching yours.
You can’t reveal the real reason why you don’t want to, which is her captivating scent, so you attempt to deflect the issue. “What did you mean by my kind? Are you not a vampire as well?”
Fadiya shakes her head in response, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not a vampire.”
Fadiya doesn’t give you the opportunity to question her further. She regards you with a hint of curiosity, as if she can sense there is more to your reluctance than you’re letting on. “What’s the real reason?” she presses, “Don’t lie because I will know.”
You take a deep breath, your parched throat burning, and decide to confide in her, hoping for relief from your insatiable hunger and thirst. “I... I can’t resist your scent,” you admit, your voice laced with desperation. “It’s overpowering. It’s not the blood in the glass that I crave; it’s you.”
Fadiya stands still for a moment, without saying a word. All of a sudden, tiny pink flowers start appearing in her hair and you can see how flustered she is due to your words.
She takes a moment to clear her throat, a subtle action that serves as a physical token of composure regained. Her voice, now softer and more comforting, breaks the silence. “I see,” she says softly. “It’s not uncommon for newly turned vampires to struggle with their cravings.”
The glass clinks softly against the bedside table as Fadiya places it down with a delicate touch, her eyes captured by the flickering candlelight. “You can drink my blood, $name. Just… be gentle.”
The room seems to close in on you as your instincts take over, your fangs elongating, and your eyes locking onto Fadiya.
Fadiya abruptly interrupts your reverie, her hands positioned cautiously in front of you. Her commanding voice fills the confined space, “Wait!” she exclaims, a firm plea resonating in her tone.
She swiftly turns her gaze to the frog perched on the floor, its judgmental eyes locked upon the scene unfolding before it. “Asha, leave the room, please.”
The frog, seemingly disapproving of your presence, maintains an unwavering stare, its beady eyes accusing you as if you had committed a grave offense in a previous life.
After a moment of unyielding determination, Asha finally breaks contact with you and croaks in reluctant acknowledgement before hopping out of the room.
With the unwanted spectator finally gone, Fadiya redirects her attention back to you, drawing you into the gravitational pull of her presence. “Alright, go ahead.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go for her neck.|hf3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go for her wrist.|hf3-b]]</span>Fadiya chuckles softly, a melodic sound that contrasts with the atmosphere, “It’s blood, of course it smells strange. It shouldn't smell strange to you, though. I know that your kind finds the smell appetizing.”
You can’t reveal the real reason why you don’t want to, which is her captivating scent, so you attempt to deflect the issue. “Are you not a vampire as well?”
Fadiya shakes her head in response, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not a vampire.”
Fadiya doesn’t give you the opportunity to question her further. She regards you with a hint of curiosity, as if she can sense there is more to your reluctance than you’re letting on. “What’s the real reason?” she presses, “Don’t lie because I will know.”
You take a deep breath, your parched throat burning, and decide to confide in her, hoping for relief from your insatiable hunger and thirst. “I... I can’t resist your scent,” you admit, your voice laced with desperation. “It’s overpowering. It’s not the blood in the glass that I crave; it’s you.”
Fadiya stands still for a moment, without saying a word. All of a sudden, tiny pink flowers start appearing in her hair and you can see how flustered she is due to your words.
She takes a moment to clear her throat, a subtle action that serves as a physical token of composure regained. Her voice, now softer and more comforting, breaks the silence. “I see,” she says softly. “It’s not uncommon for newly turned vampires to struggle with their cravings.”
The glass clinks softly against the bedside table as Fadiya places it down with a delicate touch, her eyes captured by the flickering candlelight. “You can drink my blood, $name. Just… be gentle.”
The room seems to close in on you as your instincts take over, your fangs elongating, and your eyes locking onto Fadiya.
Fadiya abruptly interrupts your reverie, her hands positioned cautiously in front of you. Her commanding voice fills the confined space, “Wait!” she exclaims, a firm plea resonating in her tone.
She swiftly turns her gaze to the frog perched on the floor, its judgmental eyes locked upon the scene unfolding before it. “Asha, leave the room, please.”
The frog, seemingly disapproving of your presence, maintains an unwavering stare, its beady eyes accusing you as if you had committed a grave offense in a previous life.
After a moment of unyielding determination, Asha finally breaks contact with you and croaks in reluctant acknowledgement before hopping out of the room.
With the unwanted spectator finally gone, Fadiya redirects her attention back to you, drawing you into the gravitational pull of her presence. “Alright, go ahead.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go for her neck.|hf3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Go for her wrist.|hf3-b]]</span>The scent of her blood is alluring and overwhelming, and you find yourself longing to taste it, to quench your thirst.
As your lips graze her skin, you feel a rush of emotions and instincts you’ve never experienced before. Fadiya’s breathing gets shaky, and she grips your arm to steady herself, to prepare herself.
It’s a strange mix of thirst and desire and it drives you crazy. But you remember her plea to be gentle, to control your newfound urges.
With a measured and deliberate touch, your lips graze the curve of her neck, the warmth of her skin pulsating against your hungry mouth.
As your fangs sink into her tender flesh, Fadiya winces ever so slightly, a flicker of discomfort briefly marring her features.
The sensation of her blood entering your mouth is an overwhelming flood of sensations, both primal and intimate, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to restrain your instincts.
Time seems to stretch as you feed, and it’s as if the world outside the room fades away, leaving just the two of you.
As you sate your hunger, the fiery desire that consumed you starts to subside, slowly dissolving into a warm, lingering satisfaction.
However, instead of pulling away, you remain pressed against Fadiya’s neck, intoxicated by her presence and the soft, rhythmic thud of her heartbeat.
Your lips, stained with the crimson evidence of your actions, now trace a path of tender kisses along the curve of her neck.
She tries to scold you, her voice laced with a hint of admonishment. “Hey now, $name, that’s enough,” she murmurs, gently reprimanding you.
Yet, her touch betrays a hidden longing, her fingers softly caressing your cheek, urging you closer.
A breathless sigh escapes her lips, “Someone’s needy,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you blame me?”|hf4-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m sorry, I got carried away.”|hf4-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you deny that you enjoy my touch?”|hf4-c]]</span>Your instincts guide your movements, drawing you closer to Fadiya. Without hesitation, you reach for her wrist, your fingers trembling with anticipation as you feel the warmth of her skin against your touch.
It’s a strange mix of thirst and desire and it drives you crazy. But you remember her plea to be gentle, to control your newfound urges.
With a measured and deliberate touch, your fangs graze her velvety skin. As your fangs sink into her tender flesh, Fadiya winces ever so slightly, a flicker of discomfort briefly marring her features.
The sensation of her blood entering your mouth is an overwhelming flood of sensations, both primal and intimate, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to restrain your instincts.
Time seems to stretch as you feed, and it’s as if the world outside the room fades away, leaving just the two of you.
As you sate your hunger, the fiery desire that consumed you starts to subside, slowly dissolving into a warm, lingering satisfaction.
However, instead of pulling away, you press her hand against your cheek, intoxicated by her presence and the soft, rhythmic thud of her heartbeat.
Your lips, stained with the crimson evidence of your actions, now trace a path of tender kisses along her arm.
She tries to scold you, her voice laced with a hint of admonishment. “Hey now, $name, that’s enough,” she murmurs, gently reprimanding you.
Yet, her touch betrays a hidden longing, her fingers softly caressing your cheek, urging you closer.
A breathless sigh escapes her lips, “Someone’s needy,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you blame me?”|hf4-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m sorry, I got carried away.”|hf4-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you deny that you enjoy my touch?”|hf4-c]]</span>Fadiya tries to maintain her composure, but a flicker of amusement dances in her eyes. “Oh, is that so?” she retorts, “Well, you’ve certainly made your point, $name.”
“Indulge me, won’t you?”
She brings her hand up to your face, gently tracing her fingertips along your jawline. “As tempting as it may be to indulge you further, my dear $name, I’m afraid I have to decline.”
Her tone shifts, becoming more earnest as she continues, “You see, when you feed on me, it takes a toll on my body. Unlike vampires, I don’t possess their self-healing properties. I need to take time to heal myself fully.”
She pauses, her gaze locked with yours, her touch still lingering on your face. “But… perhaps after that we can get to know each other more?”
A spark of curiosity ignites within you as Fadiya’s words hang in the air. You nod eagerly, a smile spreading on your face, “I would love that, Fadiya.” you say, the words dripping with genuine interest.
Her touch lingers, her fingertips tracing delicate patterns against your skin. “Alright, you should rest now. I will be back soon.”
As Fadiya pulls away, her touch leaving a lingering warmth, you can’t help but watch her go, your heart pounding.
You reach out and gently pull her back towards you.
You hold your breath as your lips meet. The taste of her, the soft press of her mouth against yours, sends shivers down your spine.
Fadiya’s surprise melts into reciprocation, her body surrendering to the moment.
The kiss is all too brief, a fleeting taste of what could be. As you slowly pull away, an indescribable sweetness lingers on your lips.
She smiles as she touches your cheek one last time. And you release her from your grasp, allowing her to continue on her way.
Left alone in the room, you take a moment to catch your breath, reliving the intensity of the moment.
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<br>Fadiya gulps as your lips trace their tantalizing path along her skin, but she resists, her voice carrying a hint of amusement as she speaks. “As tempting as it may be to indulge you further, my dear $name, I’m afraid I have to decline.”
Her tone shifts, becoming more earnest as she continues, “You see, when you feed on me, it takes a toll on my body. Unlike vampires, I don’t possess their self-healing properties. I need to take time to heal myself fully.”
She pauses, her gaze locked with yours, her touch still lingering on your face. “But… perhaps after that we can get to know each other more?”
A spark of curiosity ignites within you as Fadiya’s words hang in the air. You nod slowly, a smile spreading on your face, “I would love that, Fadiya.” you say, the words dripping with genuine interest.
Her touch lingers, her fingertips tracing delicate patterns against your skin. “Alright, you should rest now. I will be back soon.”
As Fadiya pulls away, her touch leaving a lingering warmth, you can’t help but watch her go, your heart pounding.
You reach out and gently pull her back towards you.
You hold your breath as your lips meet. The taste of her, the soft press of her mouth against yours, sends shivers down your spine.
Fadiya’s surprise melts into reciprocation, her body surrendering to the moment.
The kiss is all too brief, a fleeting taste of what could be. As you slowly pull away, an indescribable sweetness lingers on your lips.
She smiles as she touches your cheek one last time. And you release her from your grasp, allowing her to continue on her way.
Left alone in the room, you take a moment to catch your breath, reliving the intensity of the moment.
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<br>Fadiya’s eyes soften with understanding as she looks back at you, her fingers softly tracing patterns along your cheek. “It’s alright, $name,” she murmurs, “I know your hunger is strong, and it’s a part of who you are.”
She continues, “As tempting as it may be to indulge you further, $name, I’m afraid you will have to wait.”
Her tone shifts, becoming more earnest, “You see, when you feed on me, it takes a toll on my body. Unlike vampires, I don’t possess their self-healing properties. I need to take time to heal myself fully.”
She pauses, her gaze locked with yours, her touch still lingering on your face. “But… perhaps after that we can get to know each other more?”
A spark of curiosity ignites within you as Fadiya’s words hang in the air. You nod slowly, a smile spreading on your face, “I would love that, Fadiya.” you say, the words dripping with genuine interest.
Her touch lingers, her fingertips tracing delicate patterns against your skin. “Alright, you should rest now. I will be back soon.”
As Fadiya pulls away, her touch leaving a lingering warmth, you can’t help but watch her go, your heart pounding.
You reach out and gently pull her back towards you.
You hold your breath as your lips meet. The taste of her, the soft press of her mouth against yours, sends shivers down your spine.
Fadiya’s surprise melts into reciprocation, her body surrendering to the moment.
The kiss is all too brief, a fleeting taste of what could be. As you slowly pull away, an indescribable sweetness lingers on your lips.
She smiles as she touches your cheek one last time. And you release her from your grasp, allowing her to continue on her way.
Left alone in the room, you take a moment to catch your breath, reliving the intensity of the moment.
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<br>//It hurts.//
Your consciousness returns sluggishly, and you gradually become aware of your surroundings.
The room is shrouded in a dim, eerie light, casting long shadows that dance on the walls.
When you first awakened, your body felt like it had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together, a jigsaw puzzle of agony and confusion.
As you attempted to comprehend the torment ravaging your very soul, a sensation as though molten lava coursed through your veins, an unyielding inferno intent on consuming you from within. It was as if your very blood had transformed into liquid fire, a relentless blaze that defies all logic and reason.
But today, things are slightly different. Even if you are still in pain, the agony has subsided ever so slightly.
Yet, the hunger, oh, the insatiable hunger, it still claws at your insides with a primal ferocity that overshadows any earthly desire. It’s a gnawing abyss within your gut, a void that hungers for more than mere sustenance.
This craving transcends the bounds of hunger; you hunger for something indefinable, something that exists beyond the boundaries of mortal comprehension.
You hear someone humming as you finally open your eyes.
“Looks like someone’s awake.”
You groggily turn your eyes towards the sound of $H_hisher voice. Your vision is blurred, but you manage to make out $H_hisher silhouette in the dim light.
You’ve seen $H_himher before, $H_heshe is the only person you have seen for the last few days.
If your heart was still beating then it would be erratic right now. Each breath you take feels like shards of glass scraping against your fragile, parched throat.
You can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air, and it lingers, taunting your senses with a forbidden allure that both terrifies and entices you.
The person steps closer to you, bending down to touch your forehead, “At least you no longer have a fever.”
As you try to speak, your voice emerges as a guttural, inhuman growl. Panic surges through your veins, the realization dawning upon you that something unnatural, something sinister, has taken hold of you.
A smile plays on $H_hisher lips, but it only deepens your unease. Nonetheless, you can’t help but be drawn to $H_himher, and it’s not just because of the way the dim light seems to make $H_hisher eyes shine brighter.
“You’re staring.” $H_HeShe chuckles softly, “I’m Hunter by the way.”
You struggle to sit up, and Hunter lends you a hand.
“I…” Your voice wavers, still weak. “Where... where am I?”
Hunter’s smile remains enigmatic as $H_heshe responds, “Don’t worry about that for now. Let’s concentrate on getting you better, shall we?”
Hunter moves away to a nearby cupboard, fetching a bottle and pouring a liquid into a glass.
The liquid is a dark red, and even from afar, you can smell the unmistakable scent of iron. It smells appealing but the color throws you off.
With the glass in hand, Hunter returns to your side and holds it out to you, “Here, drink this. It will make you feel better.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What is that?”|hu1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It looks weird.”|hu1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not going to accept a drink from a stranger.”|hu1]]</span>“Why don’t you give it a try?” Hunter suggests gently, their eyes fixed on you with an almost persuasive gaze.
Your throat feels dry, parched beyond measure, and the allure of a drink becomes harder to resist. But you keep a vigilant eye on Hunter, your distrust persistent. “I want to go home, I’ll get better there.”
Hunter’s smile falters ever so slightly, replaced by an apologetic expression.“I apologize but you can’t do that until you get better.” $H_HeShe responds, $H_hisher voice tinged with a hint of sympathy.
Your mind races with questions and uncertainty, “What…happened to me?”
Hunter hesitates for a moment, as if carefully choosing their words. “You were attacked.”
The word ‘attacked’ hangs in the air like a thundercloud, casting a shadow over your already clouded memory. You gulp, feeling a foreboding sense of dread creeping in, “Attacked?” you repeat, struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.
Hunter sets the glass on the bedside table, $H_hisher movements deliberate and careful. $H_HeShe then kneels down beside the bed, positioning $H_self in front of you, “This will sound unbelievable but I promise you that I am telling you the truth.”
You furrow your eyebrows, an unspoken plea for answers in your eyes.
Hunter continues, “You were attacked by a vampire. And you were turned into one as well.”
Vampires, in your mind, are creatures of folklore and fiction, not something you’d expect to encounter in the real world. This whole scenario seems like a cruel joke or a bizarre dream.
“This is some kind of joke, right?” you say, searching $H_hisher face for any signs of jest.
Hunter shakes $H_hisher head, “I’m not.” $H_HeShe reaches out, $H_hisher touch gentle as $H_heshe takes your hand in theirs. “I need you to believe me and do what I say, it is only for your benefit.”
The instant your hands connect, a spark ignites within you. It’s a different kind of fire, one that doesn’t sear with pain but rather spreads a pleasant warmth to every fiber of your being.
You break free from Hunter’s grasp, the unfamiliar warmth dissipating as you swing your legs over the side of the bed.
Your body feels weak and unsteady, but your determination overrides the physical discomfort. “I- I can’t stay here.”
Without hesitation, Hunter reaches out and takes hold of your hand once again, their grip gentle yet firm. Their touch sends a jolt of energy through your veins, momentarily distracting you from your resolve to leave.
“Please, $name, hear me out. I know this situation is overwhelming, but I promise you, staying here is the best course of action.”
You meet $H_hisher pleading gaze, your own filled with hesitation and fear. “Why should I trust you? I don’t even know you,” you reply, a tremor in your voice.
Hunter’s expression softens with, but $H_heshe still refuses to let go of your hand. “I promise you, $name, this is the safest place for you right now. We have guards in place to protect you from any further harm.”
You look into Hunter’s deep blue eyes, searching for any sign of deception. Their gaze seems to hold steadfast, filled with genuine concern.
Perhaps $H_heshe genuinely has your best interests at heart.
[[Continue|hu-1-a]]“I am asking you to listen to me.” Hunter stands up from $H_hisher position on the ground.
The words stir something within you, but the fear lingers, gnawing at your resolve. “I... I need to leave,” you stammer, your voice strained.
You release your hand from Hunter’s grip, their touch fleeting yet lingering on your skin. You scramble towards the door, the urgency in your movements clear.
As your hand wraps around the doorknob, you try to open it, but it remains stubbornly locked.
You hear a sigh come from behind you.
“I thought you wouldn't be so troublesome,” Hunter mutters, $H_hisher words tinged with a hint of exasperation. “I asked you to listen to me, didn't I?”
Before you can respond, you feel Hunter’s presence right behind you. $H_HisHer body brushes against yours, $H_hisher warmth enveloping you from behind.
Instinctively, you try to move away, but Hunter’s hand swiftly comes to rest on the door to your right, effectively trapping you in place.
“Please, $name,” Hunter’s voice carries a gentle pleading tone. “I don’t want to force you, but I’m only trying to keep you safe. You don’t understand the danger you’re in.”
Their words hang heavy in the air as you stand pressed against the locked door.
The scent of Hunter’s cologne fills your senses, a mixture of oak and vanilla, simultaneously comforting and disorienting. As their body leans closer to yours, you can feel their warmth seeping into every inch of your being.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You turn to look at Hunter, anger brewing inside you.|hu2-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You turn to look at Hunter, you don’t know why.|hu2-b]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You stay frozen to your spot, too nervous to look at Hunter.|hu2-c]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You stay still, you want to be cautious.|hu2-d]]</span>Slowly, you find yourself turning around to face Hunter, the space $H_heshe affords you enabling the movement.
Your eyes meet their gaze, and frustration fuels your voice. “How can you expect me to trust you when you won’t even let me leave?”
“It isn’t up to me, I need you to understand that you are safer here than outside.”
You can’t help but notice the way Hunter’s lips move as $H_heshe speaks, captivating your attention for a moment.
But as you refocus your gaze, you notice that Hunter has been quietly observing you, $H_hisher eyes filled with an intensity that is both captivating and unnerving.
$H_HisHer hand remains against the door, keeping you enclosed within their proximity, yet they make no overt move to restrain you.
But then, as if sensing your internal struggle, $H_hisher hand moves from the door to gently caress your cheek. $H_HisHer touch is surprisingly tender against your skin. The warmth of $H_hisher palm sends shivers down your spine, and a subtle warmth creeps onto your neck.
Hunter’s hand moves from the door to your face, their touch warm and comforting as they gently rub your cheek.
“Don’t be angry,” Hunter’s voice, smooth as velvet, wraps around you like a delicate caress. “Why don’t you listen to me, hm? Be good for me?”
A part of you resists, wary of Hunter. But another part of you, yearns for $H_himher.
As much as your instincts tell you to resist, you find yourself unable to deny the allure of Hunter’s touch and the melodic timbre of $H_hisher voice. There is a magnetic pull that draws you closer to $H_himher, overriding any lingering doubts you may have.
Your resistance falters, and a soft sigh escapes your lips, “Maybe... just for now,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
You try to deny the allure of Hunter’s presence but you can’t, you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating energy between you.
Unable to resist any longer, you take a small step forward, closing the distance between you and Hunter. The suddenness of your action catches $H_himher off guard, a surprised expression flickering across $H_hisher features.
A soft chuckle escapes $H_hisher lips, “You’re full of surprises, I suppose that isn’t bad at all.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You kiss Hunter.|hu3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wait for Hunter to kiss you.|hu3-b]]</span>Slowly, almost involuntarily, you find yourself turning around to face Hunter, the space $H_heshe affords you enabling the movement.
Hunter’s presence alone makes you question your initial resistance.
Why did you want to leave?
They exude an aura that is both alluring and soothing, creating a captivating charm. Your nervousness mixes with an undeniable curiosity, tugging at your resolve.
You find your gaze inadvertently falling upon $H_hisher lips, $H_hisher mere presence stirring an unfamiliar longing within you.
But as you refocus your gaze, you notice that Hunter has been quietly observing you, $H_hisher eyes filled with an intensity that is both captivating and unnerving.
$H_HisHer hand remains against the door, keeping you enclosed within their proximity, yet they make no overt move to restrain you.
But then, $H_hisher hand moves from the door to gently caress your cheek, $H_hisher touch is surprisingly tender against your skin. The warmth of $H_hisher palm sends shivers down your spine, and a subtle warmth creeps onto your neck.
“Now, I will ask you again. Are you going to listen to me?” Hunter’s voice, smooth as velvet, wraps around you like a delicate caress. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
A part of you resists, wary of Hunter. But another part of you, yearns for $H_himher.
As much as your instincts tell you to resist, you find yourself unable to deny the allure of Hunter’s touch and the melodic timbre of $H_hisher voice. There is a magnetic pull that draws you closer to $H_himher, overriding any lingering doubts you may have.
Your resistance falters, and a soft sigh escapes your lips, “Maybe... just for now,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
You try to deny the allure of Hunter’s presence but you can’t, you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating energy between you.
Unable to resist any longer, you take a small step forward, closing the distance between you and Hunter. The suddenness of your action catches $H_himher off guard, a surprised expression flickering across $H_hisher features.
A soft chuckle escapes $H_hisher lips, “You’re full of surprises, I suppose that isn’t bad at all.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You kiss Hunter.|hu3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wait for Hunter to kiss you.|hu3-b]]</span>You remain frozen in place, your eyes fixated on the door in front of you. The nervous tension swirls within you, making it difficult to gather your thoughts.
Sensing your unease, Hunter begins to speak, $H_hisher voice soft and soothing. “Please trust me.”
Their words wash over you, but the proximity of $H_hisher presence keeps you on edge. The sound of $H_hisher voice is so close, making you acutely aware of $H_hisher presence.
And then, without warning, Hunter gently places $H_hisher chin on your shoulder. The feel of $H_hisher warm breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, causing your heart to race even faster.
“Talk to me,” Hunter’s voice, smooth as velvet, wraps around you like a delicate caress. “Why don’t you listen to me, hm? Be good for me?”
A part of you resists, wary of Hunter. But another part of you, yearns for $H_himher.
As much as your instincts tell you to resist, you find yourself unable to deny the allure of Hunter’s touch and the melodic timbre of $H_hisher voice. There is a magnetic pull that draws you closer to $H_himher, overriding any lingering doubts you may have.
Your resistance falters, and a soft sigh escapes your lips, “Maybe... just for now,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
Hunter moves away from you, giving you some much needed space to breathe. $H_HisHer hand takes your once more, turning to you around to face $H_himher.
You try to deny the allure of Hunter’s presence but you can’t, you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating energy between you.
Unable to resist any longer, you take a small step forward, closing the distance between you and Hunter. The suddenness of your action catches $H_himher off guard, a surprised expression flickering across $H_hisher features.
A soft chuckle escapes $H_hisher lips, “You’re full of surprises, I suppose that isn’t bad at all.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You kiss Hunter.|hu3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wait for Hunter to kiss you.|hu3-b]]</span>Cautiousness takes hold, and you remain still, your body tense in $H_hisher proximity.
Attempting to ease your apprehension, Hunter’s voice becomes softer, $H_hisher tone filled with a comforting warmth.
Their words wash over you, but the proximity of $H_hisher presence keeps you on edge. The sound of $H_hisher voice is so close, making you acutely aware of $H_hisher presence.
And then, without warning, Hunter gently places $H_hisher chin on your shoulder. The feel of $H_hisher warm breath againstyour skin sends shivers down your spine, causing your heart to race even faster.
“Talk to me,” Hunter’s voice, smooth as velvet, wraps around you like a delicate caress. “Why don’t you listen to me, hm? Be good for me?”
A part of you resists, wary of Hunter. But another part of you, yearns for $H_himher.
As much as your instincts tell you to resist, you find yourself unable to deny the allure of Hunter’s touch and the melodic timbre of $H_hisher voice. There is a magnetic pull that draws you closer to $H_himher, overriding any lingering doubts you may have.
Your resistance falters, and a soft sigh escapes your lips, “Maybe... just for now,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
Hunter moves away from you, giving you some space to breathe. $H_HisHer hand takes your once more, turning to you around to face $H_himher.
You try to deny the allure of Hunter’s presence but you can’t, you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating energy between you.
Unable to resist any longer, you take a small step forward, closing the distance between you and Hunter. The suddenness of your action catches $H_himher off guard, a surprised expression flickering across $H_hisher features.
A soft chuckle escapes $H_hisher lips, “You’re full of surprises, I suppose that isn’t bad at all.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You kiss Hunter.|hu3-a]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wait for Hunter to kiss you.|hu3-b]]</span>Your lips meet $H_hishers in a tentative kiss, unsure of what to expect. The softness of their lips against yours sends a thrill coursing through your body.
Hunter responds with eagerness, as if this is something $H_heshe has been waiting for.
Every brush, every stroke, sends waves of delight rippling through your body. Hunter’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, molding your bodies together in a heated embrace.
You forget about your surroundings, your doubts and fears dissipating in the intensity of the moment.
All that matters is Hunter.
But as the intensity reaches its peak, Hunter breaks the kiss. They trail their lips along your jawline, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that send shivers down your spine.
“I knew you couldn’t resist,” Hunter whispers against your ear, making you squirm.
With a gentle touch, Hunter leads you to the edge of the bed, guiding you to sit down. $H_HisHer intense gaze never wavers as $H_heshe reaches out, offering you the drink once again.
As you take hold of the glass, your senses sharpen, and the realization dawns upon you. It’s not just any drink. It’s blood. The deep crimson liquid swirls enticingly within the glass, trying to hypnotize you.
Your eyes meet Hunter’s, and $H_heshe tilts $H_hisher head, “You told me you would listen to me, right?”
You nod and raise the glass to your lips. With a deep breath, you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip, the metallic taste flooding your senses. The richness and warmth of the liquid spreads through your body, igniting a dormant hunger within you.
As you finish the drink, Hunter gently pats your head, a tender gesture of approval, “You did good.”
It’s a simple praise, but in this moment, it makes you feel really good.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
<br>Your eyes search $H_hisher face, waiting for Hunter to make the first move.
The moment stretches, filled with anticipation, until finally, with a subtle quirk of $H_hisher lips and a gentle tilt of their head, Hunter closes the distance.
$H_HisHer lips softly press against yours, warm and inviting. The kiss begins tentatively, unsure of what to expect.
The softness of their lips against yours sends a thrill coursing through your body.
Hunter kisses you in a way that makes you believe $H_heshe has been waiting for this moment.
Every brush, every stroke, sends waves of delight rippling through your body. Hunter’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, molding your bodies together in a heated embrace.
You forget about your surroundings, your doubts and fears dissipating in the intensity of the moment.
All that matters is Hunter.
But as the intensity reaches its peak, Hunter breaks the kiss. They trail their lips along your jawline, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that send shivers down your spine.
“I knew you couldn’t resist,” Hunter whispers against your ear, making you squirm.
With a gentle touch, Hunter leads you to the edge of the bed, guiding you to sit down. $H_HisHer intense gaze never wavers as $H_heshe reaches out, offering you the drink once again.
As you take hold of the glass, your senses sharpen, and the realization dawns upon you. It’s not just any drink. It’s blood. The deep crimson liquid swirls enticingly within the glass, trying to hypnotize you.
Your eyes meet Hunter’s, and $H_heshe tilts $H_hisher head, “You told me you would listen to me, right?”
You nod and raise the glass to your lips. With a deep breath, you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip, the metallic taste flooding your senses. The richness and warmth of the liquid spreads through your body, igniting a dormant hunger within you.
As you finish the drink, Hunter gently pats your head, a tender gesture of approval, “You did good.”
It’s a simple praise, but in this moment, it makes you feel really good.
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<<option "Yes" true selected>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>> • <<link "he/him">>
<<set $they = "he">> <<set $them = "him">> <<set $their = "his">> <<set $theirs = "his">> <<set $They = "He">> <<set $Them = "Him">> <<set $Their = "His">> <<set $Theirs = "His">> <<set $plur = false>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false selected>>
<<option "Yes" true>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>> • <<link "she/her">>
<<set $they = "she">> <<set $them = "her">> <<set $their = "her">> <<set $theirs = "hers">> <<set $They = "She">> <<set $Them = "Her">> <<set $Their = "Hers">> <<set $Theirs = "Hers">> <<set $plur = false>>
<<replace #autofill>>
Subjective: <<textbox "$they" `$they`>><br>
Objective: <<textbox "$them" `$them`>><br>
Determiner: <<textbox "$their" `$their`>><br>
Possessive: <<textbox "$theirs" `$theirs`>><br>
Is this a plural pronoun? <<listbox "$plur">>
<<option "No" false selected>>
<<option "Yes" true>><</listbox>>
<</replace>><</link>>
[[Continue|customize3]]
<<set $pronounset = true>><br><<set $they to $they.toLowerCase(), $They to $they.toUpperFirst()>><<set $their to $their.toLowerCase(), $Their to $their.toUpperFirst()>><<set $them to $them.toLowerCase(), $Them to $them.toUpperFirst()>><<set $theirs to $theirs.toLowerCase(), $Theirs to $theirs.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_heshe to $H_heshe.toLowerCase(), $H_HeShe to $H_heshe.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_hisher to $H_hisher.toLowerCase(), $H_HisHer to $H_hisher.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_himher to $H_himher.toLowerCase(), $H_HimHer to $H_himher.toUpperFirst()>><<set $H_hishers to $H_hishers.toLowerCase(), $H_HisHers to $H_hishers.toUpperFirst()>><<set $menu to "true">><<if visited("1") is 1>><<run Dialog.setup("You’re all set!");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("allset").processText());
Dialog.open();>><</if>>
<div style="font-size: xx-large;font-weight:500;text-align:center;color: brown;letter-spacing:6px">Story Menu</div>
<div style="font-size: large;font-weight:700">Canon Interactive Mini-Games</div>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[The Lake.|CMG1]]</span></span><<if visited("CMG1") is 0>> NEW!<</if>>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Your 18th Birthday.|CMG2]]</span></span><<if visited("CMG2") is 0>> NEW!<</if>>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[A Birthday Ball.|CMG3]]</span></span><<if visited("CMG3") is 0>> NEW!<</if>>
<div style="font-size: large;font-weight:700">Alternate Universe Interactive Mini-Games</div>
<span style="font-weight:700"><span class="choice-normal">[[Halloween 2023.|HMG1]]</span></span><<if visited("HMG1") is 0>> NEW!<</if>>
<span style="font-size:small">Note: It is recommended that you download a save file to your device on this page using the "Save to Disk" option from the save menu. This way, you won’t have to go through the customization process again.</span>
<br><span style="font-weight:700">You’re all set! This is where you will find the catalogue of characters that will lead you to the short stories, and the list of interactive mini-games. The ones you haven’t read will have an indication next to it so make a save file after finishing reading the stories each month.</span><div style="font-size: xx-large;font-weight:500;text-align:center;color: brown;letter-spacing:6px">Customization</div>
<div style="font-weight:700">Hunter’s gender is:</div>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Male|Menu][$H_heshe to "he", $H_himher to "him", $H_hisher to "his", $H_hishers = "his", $H_self to "himself", $H_person to "man", $H_nephew to "nephew"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Female|Menu][$H_heshe to "she", $H_himher to "her", $H_hisher to "her", $H_hishers = "hers", $H_self to "herself", $H_person to "woman", $H_nephew to "niece"]]</span>Sunlight filters gently through the windows, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the polished marble floor. The air carries a hint of incense, adding a sense of tranquility to the atmosphere.
“$name!”
And the tranquility was broken.
“Fadiya,” you greet her, acknowledging her presence.
Her fingers playfully tousle her untamed, curly mane of fiery red hair, cascading in a riot of waves that spill down her shoulders.
The same mischievous glint that animated her amber eyes during your very first encounter still remains, a spark of familiarity untouched by the passage of time. Her determination to forge a friendship with you has persisted over the passing months, a fact that becomes evident once again today.
Settling herself into the seat opposite you, Fadiya cradles Asha, her beloved frog, nestled tenderly in the curve of her arms. The creature croaks softly, seemingly sensing the anticipation in the room. Fadiya’s eyes gleam with anticipation as she locks gazes with you, unable to contain her enthusiasm.
“I have something I want to show you!” Fadiya exclaims eagerly, her voice brimming with excitement. “Asha and I have been working on some tricks, I think you will like them!”
Before you can even respond, Fadiya continues, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “We should head to the lake,” she suggests eagerly, her words tumbling out. “It’s the perfect setting for Asha’s tricks. The flowers are in full bloom; it will be magical.”
Her efforts to befriend you over the months have not gone unnoticed. Fadiya has constantly sought your companionship, organizing things to do together, sharing stories and jokes, and demonstrating her genuine interest in getting to know you.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel touched by her dedication.|A1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re open to the connection but a part of you remains skeptical.|A1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You’re slowly warming up to her.|A1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You find it difficult to open up to her.|A1-4]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You still maintain a guarded distance.|A1-5]]</span>It is as if she saw something in you that others overlooked or simply never bothered to find, and her persistence has touched a tender part of your soul.
Unable to resist Fadiya’s infectious enthusiasm, you reply, “That sounds wonderful. Lead the way, Fadiya.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with a radiant grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]While you appreciate her genuine efforts and the time she has invested in getting to know you, a lingering skepticism tugs at your thoughts.
However, you decide to give her a chance. With a hesitant nod, you say, “Alright, Fadiya.”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]Despite your initial reservations, her persistence has slowly been chipping away at the walls you’ve built around yourself.
“That sounds nice, Fadiya.”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]Despite Fadiya’s persistent efforts, you find it difficult to open up to her. The past forms an invisible barrier that hinders your ability to let others in, even someone as warm-hearted and caring as Fadiya.
“Thank you for the offer, Fadiya, but I’m afraid I will have to decline seeing Asha’s tricks at the lake.”
Fadiya’s face drops for a moment, disappointment evident in her eyes, but she quickly puts on a brave smile. “Oh, alright. That’s alright,” she says, trying to hide her feelings. “Maybe some other time then.”
As you look at her, you can’t help but notice how sad she looks, like a little squirrel feeling dejected. You start to reconsider your decision. After all, she has been kind to you, and it’s just a visit to the lake.
“Well, I suppose I can spare some time to see Asha’s tricks.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with a radiant grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Really? You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]Despite Fadiya’s persistent efforts to befriend you, you have remained cautious and maintained a guarded distance.
“Thank you for the offer, Fadiya, but I’m afraid I will have to decline seeing Asha’s tricks at the lake.”
Fadiya’s face drops for a moment, disappointment evident in her eyes, but she quickly puts on a brave smile. “Oh, alright. That’s alright,” she says, trying to hide her feelings. “Maybe some other time then.”
As you look at her, you can’t help but notice how sad she looks, like a little squirrel feeling dejected. You start to reconsider your decision. After all, she has been kind to you, and it’s just a visit to the lake.
“Well, I suppose I can spare some time to see Asha’s tricks.”
Fadiya’s face lights up with a radiant grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Really? You won’t be disappointed, I promise!”
As you and Fadiya make your way to the serene lakeside, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a soothing melody that accompanies your steps. The wildflowers sway in response to the wind, adding splashes of color to the already picturesque scene.
Fadiya walks beside you, a spring in her step, her eyes alight with excitement. Her fiery red hair dances in the wind, a vivid contrast against the natural backdrop.
“You know,” Fadiya shares with a grin that reflects her anticipation, “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks! I can’t wait for you to see the tricks Asha has learned.”
“For weeks?” you question, “Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.” she tells you, “Asha makes me happy, I thought she could make you happy too!”
As you reach the edge of the tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant blue of the sky above. Fadiya gently sets Asha on a nearby lily pad, and Asha seems content to observe her surroundings.
Just as you are settling in, a voice slices through the peaceful ambiance, breaking the spell of solitude. “What are you doing?” comes the inquiry from behind you, accompanied by the familiar rhythm of approaching footsteps.
[[Continue|AA]]You turn around, and there stands Hunter. Helios and Vincent silently trail behind $H_himher, their presence unexpected. Fadiya can’t help but wear a somewhat stern expression as she responds, “You’re not invited, Hunter.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, placing a hand dramatically over $H_hisher heart. “You wound me,” $H_heshe remarks, $H_hisher playful tone contrasting with Fadiya’s clear intention.
Vincent stands a few steps away from Helios, the expression on his face speaks volumes, and he radiates an aura of indifference that seems to suggest he prefers to be anywhere but here. It makes you question why he’s here in the first place.
On the other hand, Helios wears an expression that suggests he might be slightly out of his element. His presence carries a hint of uncertainty, as if he’s not entirely sure if he should be here right now.
Undeterred by Fadiya’s initial rejection, Hunter continues, “I’m here because we were here first,” $H_heshe explains, motioning to some items strewn about on the grass nearby, objects that you didn’t notice until now.
Vincent, without mincing words, addresses you and Fadiya directly, his tone curt. “Yes, so leave,” he says.
Hunter quickly reprimands Vincent, $H_hisher voice firm. “Vincent.”
With a sigh, Hunter attempts to mediate the situation, suggesting a compromise. “We can all stay here,” $H_heshe proposes, perhaps hoping to defuse the tension that has been building up like a storm cloud for a while.
The idyllic lakeside setting, once a serene location, now feels charged with tension. Fadiya’s expression is still marked by a touch of annoyance but she seems open to Hunter’s suggestion, if only to avoid escalating the situation further.
Helios chimes in, “We can go, it’s fine.”
Vincent, who seemed to want to leave, has a sudden change of heart. It is evident in the set of his jaw and the way he crosses his arms over his chest. His posture radiates a stubborn determination to stay. “If anyone has to go it should be them.”
Hunter, again, reprimands Vincent. “Vincent.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You roll your eyes, “You should keep quiet, Vincent.”|A2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You turn to Fadiya, seeking her opinion, “Fadiya, what do you think?”|A2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You speak up diplomatically, “Let’s not argue. We can all stay here peacefully.”|A2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to keep quiet and stay out of it.|A2-2]]</span>Vincent, with a frustrated huff, doesn’t say anything to you, but the tension in his stance speaks volumes. He’s not one to back down easily.
Hunter, seeing that his attempts at mediation haven’t entirely quelled the brewing conflict, takes a step forward. His eyes scan the picturesque lake, and he tries to find common ground. “Look, can’t we all just enjoy this beautiful place together?” he suggests, his tone more conciliatory.
Fadiya, while still a bit annoyed by the intrusion, sighs and relents. “Fine, we can all stay.” she says, her expression softening into a reluctant smile.
Vincent finally uncrosses his arms, conceding to the compromise, though he still doesn’t seem thrilled about it. He mumbles something under his breath, too low for you to catch, but it’s clear that he’s still not pleased.
With a collective yet uneasy acceptance of the compromise, the group settles into an uncomfortable coexistence by the tranquil lake. The serene atmosphere that initially drew you all here now feels fractured, like a delicate glass sculpture with visible cracks.
You remain by Fadiya’s side, observing her sullen demeanor as she listlessly dips her feet into the water. The gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore provides the only soundtrack to the otherwise tense silence.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Fadiya hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the expanding ripples she creates in the tranquil waters. She sighs softly, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice as she finally replies, “It’s just... I thought we could have a moment of peace and quiet here.”
Vincent, never one to hold back, scoffs at her comment. “If that’s the case, then you should go,” he retorts, his tone dripping with irritation.
Fadiya’s patience is running thin and she finally loses her composure. Her usually jovial demeanor cracks as she turns to face him, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. “You are infuriating,” she snaps.
Seemingly unfazed by her frustration, Vincent turns his attention to you, his expression hardening. “Speaking of infuriating,” he begins, his tone laced with poison, “I can’t fathom why we have to tolerate your presence.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Then leave?” you raise an eyebrow, unfazed by his words.|A3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel smaller due to the way he speaks to you, tears prick at your eyes.|A3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You can feel anger bubbling inside you.|A3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am the Royal Consort, and I have every right to go wherever I please within this palace,” You know how to use your position to your advantage.|A3-4]]</span>Fadiya takes a moment to assess the situation, her gaze shifting between the conflicting expressions of the group. She seems torn between her initial annoyance and the desire to avoid further discord. Finally, she speaks with a measured tone, “Alright, let’s not ruin the atmosphere.”
Vincent finally uncrosses his arms, conceding to the compromise, though he still doesn’t seem thrilled about it. He mumbles something under his breath, too low for you to catch, but it’s clear that he’s still not pleased.
With a collective yet uneasy acceptance of the compromise, the group settles into an uncomfortable coexistence by the tranquil lake. The serene atmosphere that initially drew you all here now feels fractured, like a delicate glass sculpture with visible cracks.
You remain by Fadiya’s side, observing her sullen demeanor as she listlessly dips her feet into the water. The gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore provides the only soundtrack to the otherwise tense silence.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Fadiya hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the expanding ripples she creates in the tranquil waters. She sighs softly, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice as she finally replies, “It’s just... I thought we could have a moment of peace and quiet here.”
Vincent, never one to hold back, scoffs at her comment. “If that’s the case, then you should go,” he retorts, his tone dripping with irritation.
Fadiya’s patience is running thin and she finally loses her composure. Her usually jovial demeanor cracks as she turns to face him, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. “You are infuriating,” she snaps.
Seemingly unfazed by her frustration, Vincent turns his attention to you, his expression hardening. “Speaking of infuriating,” he begins, his tone laced with poison, “I can’t fathom why we have to tolerate your presence.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Then leave?” you raise an eyebrow, unfazed by his words.|A3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel smaller due to the way he speaks to you, tears prick at your eyes.|A3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You can feel anger bubbling inside you.|A3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am the Royal Consort, and I have every right to go wherever I please within this palace,” You know how to use your position to your advantage.|A3-4]]</span>Fadiya finally nods in reluctant agreement. “Fine,” she concedes, her stern expression softening. “We can all stay.”
Vincent finally uncrosses his arms, conceding to the compromise, though he still doesn’t seem thrilled about it. He mumbles something under his breath, too low for you to catch, but it’s clear that he’s still not pleased.
With a collective yet uneasy acceptance of the compromise, the group settles into an uncomfortable coexistence by the tranquil lake. The serene atmosphere that initially drew you all here now feels fractured, like a delicate glass sculpture with visible cracks.
You remain by Fadiya’s side, observing her sullen demeanor as she listlessly dips her feet into the water. The gentle, rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore provides the only soundtrack to the otherwise tense silence.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Fadiya hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the expanding ripples she creates in the tranquil waters. She sighs softly, a mixture of frustration and disappointment evident in her voice as she finally replies, “It’s just... I thought we could have a moment of peace and quiet here.”
Vincent, never one to hold back, scoffs at her comment. “If that’s the case, then you should go,” he retorts, his tone dripping with irritation.
Fadiya’s patience is running thin and she finally loses her composure. Her usually jovial demeanor cracks as she turns to face him, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. “You are infuriating,” she snaps.
Seemingly unfazed by her frustration, Vincent turns his attention to you, his expression hardening. “Speaking of infuriating,” he begins, his tone laced with poison, “I can’t fathom why we have to tolerate your presence.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Then leave?” you raise an eyebrow, unfazed by his words.|A3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel smaller due to the way he speaks to you, tears prick at your eyes.|A3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Shut up.” You can feel anger bubbling inside you.|A3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I am the Royal Consort, and I have every right to go wherever I please within this palace,” You know how to use your position to your advantage.|A3-4]]</span>Vincent smiles but it’s far from friendly. “It’s astonishing how shameless you are,” he taunts, his words dripping with disdain. “Don’t you feel bad that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]The sight of your tears does make Vincent back down for a second but then his eyes narrow and he continues, “Don’t you feel bad that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]Vincent laughs, “Shut up? It’s astonishing how shameless you are,” he taunts, his words dripping with disdain. “Don’t you feel bad that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]Vincent laughs, “Right, my apologies, Your Majesty.”
His disbelief is palpable as he shakes his head, his expression slowly morphing into one of disdain. “It’s astonishing how shameless you are,” he taunts, “Don’t you feel bad that Helios has to see you simply living your life when he knows what your family has done?”
Fadiya clenches her fists, her patience stretched to its limits, but before she can respond, Helios intervenes, his voice almost pleading as he grabs Vincent’s arm to pull him away, “Vincent, stop it.”
“Why should I? You shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”
Fadiya, unable to contain her anger any longer, takes a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Vincent.
In a heartbeat, Fadiya’s emotions translate into action. Her fist shoots forward with startling speed, connecting squarely with Vincent’s nose. The sound of impact is unmistakable, a sharp and resounding crack that echoes through the surroundings.
A sharp gasp escapes from Hunter, while Helios stands frozen in shock.
Even Asha, who has been ignoring all of the arguing until now, lets out a startled squeak, her big eyes reflecting her surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Vincent stands motionless for a moment, his hand hesitantly reaching up to gingerly touch his nose. The wince of pain that crosses his features confirms Fadiya’s devastating strike has left its mark, with his nose now clearly broken.
However, before he can fully process the pain, Fadiya attempts another punch. But Vincent recovers his composure with surprising swiftness, he shoves Fadiya away from him with unexpected force, causing her to stumble and collide with you.
The impact catches you off guard, sending you stumbling backward, your arms flailing as you desperately attempt to regain your balance. With a resounding splash, you plunge into the cool, crystalline waters of the lake.
[[Continue|AC]]As you sink deeper beneath the surface, the world above transforms into a watery painting, the sounds of muffled voices echoing around you.
The sunlight, once so inviting, now filters through the water’s surface, casting playful and distorted patterns on the lake’s bed. It dances and shimmers, but now it feels distant and unreachable. The liquid cocoon of the lake envelopes you, its gentle coolness caresses your skin like a soothing balm, as if offering solace and a moment of respite from the turmoil above.
As you struggle to orient yourself and push upwards towards the surface, disoriented by the underwater world, you suddenly hear a new sound—a loud splash. Turning your head, you catch sight of white hair.
The distorted world beneath the surface seems to blur as he draws nearer, his hand outstretched, fingers reaching for your form.
Finally, your fingers brush against Helios’ outstretched hand. His grip is strong as he pulls you upward, towards the shimmering surface that felt so distant only moments ago.
With a final burst of effort, you break through the water’s surface, gasping for precious air. Your heart races, and the world around you slowly shifts back into focus.
The first thing you see is Fadiya standing near the edge of the lake. Her eyes reveal a mixture of emotions—concern, relief, and tears shimmering on her lashes.
Vincent and Hunter stand beside her, their faces filled with worry as well.
Hunter, who was ready to jump in after Helios, lets out a sigh of relief as $H_heshe sees the two of you emerge from the water.
Vincent and Hunter, now united by the urgency of the moment, dash toward Helios, who just reached the surface with you in tow.
Fadiya extends a trembling hand to help you clamber onto the shore. You cough and wheeze, your clothes drenched and your body trembling from the ordeal.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Push her hand away.|A4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Take her hand.|A4-2]]</span>Despite her genuine attempt to assist, you push her hand away and you watch as Fadiya’s face crumbles before your eyes like a wilting flower.
You get onto the shore by yourself.
“Are you alright?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.
You manage to nod, your breath slowly returning to a normal rhythm. “I’m... I’m alright,” you reply, still feeling a bit disoriented from the ordeal.
Glistening tears pool in the corners of her eyes, refracting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above. Her voice, soft and tremulous, carries the weight of regret as she murmurs, “I apologize for today.” she says before standing up and starting to walk away from the clearing.
A sense of conflict gnaws at you. Despite the tumultuous turn of events, you can’t bear to let Fadiya walk away in such a state. She has been on your side, and her actions were born out of a desire to protect you from Vincent’s words.
You decide to go after her, leaving Hunter and Vincent to tend to Helios, who helped you get out from the depths of the lake.
You catch up to Fadiya, her footsteps carrying her swiftly but with an air of melancholy toward the palace. You gently reach out to touch her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.
Her gaze meets yours, and she inhales shakily, her lips quivering as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, she manages to speak, her voice laden with sincerity. “I understand if you’re angry at me.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not angry at you.” You say truthfully.|A5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’m not angry at you.” You lie, you do think she is partially to blame for this.|A5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t act on your emotions so rashly.”|A5-3]]</span>Fadiya kneels beside you, her concern etched across her face. “Are you alright?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.
You manage to nod, your breath slowly returning to a normal rhythm. “I’m... I’m alright,” you reply, still feeling a bit disoriented from the ordeal.
As you sit there, still catching your breath, Fadiya’s worry begins to give way to relief. She lets out a deep sigh and offers a faint but grateful smile. “Thank the gods you’re alright,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of emotions.
Fadiya winces slightly which catches your attention. Her hand, the same one that delivered a fierce punch to Vincent’s nose, is visibly swollen and contorted, an unusual angle for her delicate fingers to be in. It is clear that the force of her blow took a toll on her hand.
“Fadiya, your hand.” you frown, “We need to get you help.”
Fadiya nods, her eyes reflecting the pain she’s trying to hide. “Mama keeps some healing potions, I’ll go find her.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go with you.”|A6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go and change out of these clothes.”|A6-2]]</span>Fadiya’s eyes, still moist from her earlier tears, search yours with a mixture of hope and trepidation. Your reassurance seems to lift a weight from her shoulders, and a faint but genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
The tension in the air eases, replaced by a sense of understanding between friends who have weathered their fair share of storms together. Fadiya’s voice trembles slightly as she begins to speak, “I just couldn’t stand by and let Vincent hurt you with his words. I don’t regret it though, I hope it hurt him a lot.”
You recall his bleeding nose, “I’m certain it did.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go with you.”|A6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go and change out of these clothes.”|A6-2]]</span>You reassure her by hiding how you really feel. Fadiya’s eyes, still moist from her earlier tears, search yours with a mixture of hope and trepidation. Your reassurance seems to lift a weight from her shoulders, and a faint but genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
The tension in the air eases, replaced by a sense of understanding between friends who have weathered their fair share of storms together. Fadiya’s voice trembles slightly as she begins to speak, “I just couldn’t stand by and let Vincent hurt you with his words. I don’t regret it though, I hope it hurt him a lot.”
You recall his bleeding nose, “I’m certain it did.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go with you.”|A6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go and change out of these clothes.”|A6-2]]</span>Fadiya’s shoulders sag slightly with relief as your words reach her. She wipes away a stray tear, her expression softening. “I just... I couldn’t stand by and let him say those things to you,” she confesses, her voice fragile. “I thought I was protecting you, but I ended up causing all this...”
Fadiya winces slightly which catches your attention. Her hand, the same one that delivered a fierce punch to Vincent’s nose, is visibly swollen and contorted, an unusual angle for her delicate fingers to be in. It is clear that the force of her blow took a toll on her hand.
“Fadiya, your hand.” you frown, “We need to get you help.”
Fadiya nods, her eyes reflecting the pain she’s trying to hide. “Mama keeps some healing potions, I’ll go find her.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go with you.”|A6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll go and change out of these clothes.”|A6-2]]</span>Fadiya manages a weak but grateful smile, and together, you make your way to where her mother is.
You find Fadiya’s mother, Naima, in her office, though it’s more like a kitchen infused with magic, with an array of mystical items and ingredients scattered all around the place.
Naima’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of her daughter clutching her broken hand and you drenched in water, a mix of concern and surprise crossing her face. “What in the world…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she assesses the two of you.
Fadiya, feeling a bit sheepish, manages to speak through the pain. “Do you have a healing potion, mama?”
Naima’s gentle touch on Fadiya’s hand elicits a wince from her. Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies the injury. “I do not,” she responds, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness, “unless you tell me what happened.”
Fadiya hesitates for a moment before confessing, “I punched someone.”
Naima raises an eyebrow, “Helios?”
Fadiya’s face twists in confusion, “What? No.”
Naima presses her lips together thoughtfully. “Oh, then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
Fadiya clarifies with a sigh, “It was Vincent.”
Naima lets out a sigh, her relief quickly replaced by a knowing exasperation. Vincent’s name seems to bring a storm of its own.
“Vincent,” she mutters under her breath, “That boy’s mother is such a pain to deal with.”
You can’t help but nod in agreement as you recall previous encounters with Vincent’s overbearing mother.
But before delving further into the matter, Naima’s gaze shifts, and she raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “And why, dear, are you soaking wet?” she asks, noticing your wet figure, diverting her attention momentarily from Fadiya’s injury.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, you see…” You’re going to tell her every single detail.|A7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Vincent.”|A7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I fell into the lake because everyone wouldn’t stop fighting.”|A7-3]]</span>Fadiya nods, understanding your need for a quick wardrobe change, and together, you walk back to the palace.
You arrive to your room, the wet clothes cling uncomfortably to your body, a constant reminder of the harrowing ordeal you’ve just endured.
After what feels like an eternity, you manage to slip into dry clothes, the warmth and comfort of which are a welcome relief.
Just as you begin to settle into the cozy embrace of your fresh garments, a gentle but unmistakable knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You pause, glancing toward the entrance.
“Yes?” you call out.
“Prince Helios wishes to see you, Your Majesty.”
Your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected request. What could Helios want at a time like this? You ponder for a moment before making a decision. With a determined nod, you instruct, “Let him in.”
The door creaks open, revealing Helios standing there, still wet from the unexpected swim.
Helios steps into the room, his usually confident demeanor replaced by uncertainty. He clears his throat and speaks with a hesitancy that you haven’t seen in him before.
“I have come here to apologize.”
You observe Helios carefully, sensing his uncertainty despite his attempt at formality. His voice wavers slightly as he continues, “Vincent was out of line and I will do my best to make sure it does not happen again.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I appreciate it.”|A10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|A10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Can you truly make sure this doesn’t happen again?”|A10-3]]</span>Naima shakes her head, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Ah, children,” she says, “always finding new ways to get into trouble.”
“No, no! He was being very cruel and saying terrible things. I punched him because it was necessary!” Fadiya said defensively.
“I trust your judgment, my dear,” she replies, “But violence should always be the last resort.”
“You don’t understand, mama.”
“I see,” she sighs, giving into Fadiya’s whim,“Well, let’s first tend to your hand, and then we can get you dried up, $name.”
Naima retrieves a nearby towel, offering it to you to help dry off as she prepares to address Fadiya’s injured hand.
Fadiya’s mother rummages through a couple of cabinets, the clinking of glass bottles and rustling of magical herbs filling the air until she finally finds what she’s looking for. She returns to Fadiya, holding a vial of potion in her hand.
“Here,” she says as she comes close to Fadiya again, “I’m going to pour this onto your hand. It will help with the healing process and the pain but you will still have to be careful for the next two weeks.”
Fadiya’s eyes widen in horror at the prospect of two weeks of caution. “Two weeks?” she questions, sounding dismayed.
Naima fixes Fadiya with a stern look. “You should have thought about this before you punched him.” she scolds gently as she places a bowl on her lap and begins pouring the potion onto her injured hand.
The liquid glistens with a faint, otherworldly glow as it makes contact with her skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from Fadiya.
She can’t help but mutter under her breath, “Maybe if he never speaks again…”
Naima, hearing the muttered words, lightly pinches Fadiya’s ear. “Ouch!” She protests, frowning, but then adds defiantly, “I’m right, mama.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s right, he deserved it.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“While you may be right you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>You take a deep breath, preparing to explain your waterlogged appearance to Naima.
“Well, you see," you begin, your voice tinged with a hint of exasperation, “after Fadiya punched Vincent, he pushed her away, and she collided with me. We both went flying, and, well, I ended up taking an unexpected swim in the lake.” Your tone is matter-of-fact, though the memory of the unexpected plunge still lingers, making you slightly uncomfortable.
Naima listens attentively, her expression shifting from curiosity to amusement as she imagines the scenario. She can’t help but chuckle softly. “Ah, children,” she says, “always finding new ways to get into trouble.”
“No, no! He was being very cruel and saying terrible things. I punched him because it was necessary!” Fadiya said defensively.
“I trust your judgment, my dear,” she replies, “But violence should always be the last resort.”
“You don’t understand, mama.”
“I see,” she sighs, giving into Fadiya’s whim,“Well, let’s first tend to your hand, and then we can get you dried up, $name.”
She retrieves a nearby towel, offering it to you to help dry off as she prepares to address Fadiya’s injured hand.
Fadiya’s mother rummages through a couple of cabinets, the clinking of glass bottles and rustling of magical herbs filling the air until she finally finds what she’s looking for. She returns to Fadiya, holding a vial of potion in her hand.
“Here,” she says as she comes close to Fadiya again, “I’m going to pour this onto your hand. It will help with the healing process and the pain but you will still have to be careful for the next two weeks.”
Fadiya’s eyes widen in horror at the prospect of two weeks of caution. “Two weeks?” she questions, sounding dismayed.
Naima fixes Fadiya with a stern look. “You should have thought about this before you punched him.” she scolds gently as she places a bowl on her lap and begins pouring the potion onto her injured hand.
The liquid glistens with a faint, otherworldly glow as it makes contact with her skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from Fadiya.
She can’t help but mutter under her breath, “Maybe if he never speaks again…”
Naima, hearing the muttered words, lightly pinches Fadiya’s ear. “Ouch!” She protests, frowning, but then adds defiantly, “I’m right, mama.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s right, he deserved it.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“While you may be right you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>You reply simply, “Vincent.”
Naima nods, as if that explains everything.
Fadiya adds, “Vincent was being terrible without reason!”
“I see,” she replies,“Well, let’s first tend to your hand, Fadiya. And then we can get you dried up, $name.”
She retrieves a nearby towel, offering it to you to help dry off as she prepares to address Fadiya’s injured hand.
Fadiya’s mother rummages through a couple of cabinets, the clinking of glass bottles and rustling of magical herbs filling the air until she finally finds what she’s looking for. She returns to Fadiya, holding a vial of potion in her hand.
“Here,” she says as she comes close to Fadiya again, “I’m going to pour this onto your hand. It will help with the healing process and the pain but you will still have to be careful for the next two weeks.”
Fadiya’s eyes widen in horror at the prospect of two weeks of caution. “Two weeks?” she questions, sounding dismayed.
Naima fixes Fadiya with a stern look. “You should have thought about this before you punched him.” she scolds gently as she places a bowl on her lap and begins pouring the potion onto her injured hand.
The liquid glistens with a faint, otherworldly glow as it makes contact with her skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from Fadiya.
She can’t help but mutter under her breath, Maybe if he never speaks again…”
Naima, hearing the muttered words, lightly pinches Fadiya’s ear. “Ouch!” She protests, frowning, but then adds defiantly, “I’m right, mama.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“She’s right, he deserved it.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“While you may be right you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I think you shouldn’t have punched him.”|A8-1]]</span>Naima smiles wryly, finishing the application of the healing potion. “Well, let’s hope he learns his lesson then. And you, stay out of trouble. I won’t give you a healing potion next time.”
Fadiya pouts, “I’ll try my best.” but then she continues, “But if he provokes me then I can’t promise anything.”
Asha croaks in agreement.
Naima turns her gaze toward Asha, shaking her head in mock exasperation, “You too?”
Asha doesn’t croak again, but her allegiance is clear.
Naima then turns to you, “Come closer, I’ll dry you off.”
With a skilled flick of her wrist, she manipulates the water droplets clinging to your clothes and skin, forming them into a sphere suspended in the air. Naima then directs the ball of water into a bowl on the ground, which seems to be Asha’s designated spot, leaving you dry and comfortable.
Naima glances out of the window, her gaze settling on the darkening sky. “It’s getting late,” she remarks with a hint of concern, “I’ll walk you to your room, dear. Say your goodbyes.”
You nod, turning your attention to Fadiya, “Take care, Fadiya.”
And for the first time today, you offer her a sincere smile.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for standing up for me. It means a lot to me.”|A8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“We should go to the lake again to see Asha’s tricks once you’re healed.”|A8-3]]</span>“Thank you for standing up to me. It means a lot to me.” you admit, your gratitude is genuine and heartfelt.
For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
“We are friends.” Fadiya says as if that declaration alone explains everything.
“Ready?” Naima’s voice calls from behind you, and you turn to her with a nod.
“I’ll see you soon!” Fadiya waves you goodbye, her enthusiasm undiminished despite the day’s events, as you begin to walk away.
You wave back.
Naima accompanies you back to your room, and once you arrive, she lingers by the doorway, a contemplative expression on her face. It’s clear she has something on her mind.
“$name,” she starts, squatting down to your level, “Fadiya cares for you.”
Her words catch you slightly off guard, and you stand there, uncertain of the significance of this conversation.
“Everyone needs something or someone to rely on.” she continues, her voice is gentle as she talks to you, “I hope you know you can rely on her. On me as well.”
Before you can respond, she stands back up, her attention shifting to her right. “Looks like you have a visitor.” she says, glancing at someone in the corridor. “You should hear him out.”
You turn to look at who she’s looking at but see no one.
Naima chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I think I scared him.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, thinking she’s out of her mind.|A9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who was it?” you inquire, curiosity getting the better of you.|A9-2]]</span>Fadiya’s enthusiasm is palpable. “That sounds good! I can’t wait for my hand to get better. You’ll be the first person I visit.”
Asha croaks once again, she seems to want to show you her tricks as well.
“Really? The first one?”
“Absolutely. We are friends.” Fadiya says as if that declaration alone explains everything.
“Ready?” Naima’s voice calls from behind you, and you turn to her with a nod.
“I’ll see you soon!” Fadiya waves you goodbye, her enthusiasm undiminished despite the day’s events, as you begin to walk away.
You wave back.
Naima accompanies you back to your room, and once you arrive, she lingers by the doorway, a contemplative expression on her face. It’s clear she has something on her mind.
“$name,” she starts, squatting down to your level, “Fadiya cares for you.”
Her words catch you slightly off guard, and you stand there, uncertain of the significance of this conversation.
“Everyone needs something or someone to rely on.” she continues, her voice is gentle as she talks to you, “I hope you know you can rely on her. On me as well.”
Before you can respond, she stands back up, her attention shifting to her right. “Looks like you have a visitor.” she says, glancing at someone in the corridor. “You should hear him out.”
You turn to look at who she’s looking at but see no one.
Naima chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I think I scared him.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, thinking she’s out of her mind.|A9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Who was it?” you inquire, curiosity getting the better of you.|A9-2]]</span>“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, defending herself, “There really was someone there.”
“Right…”
“Well, I’ll be off then. Take care of yourself and do not skip dinner!” Naima says warmly, her concern for your well-being evident in her parting words.
You nod in acknowledgment as she walks away.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down on the bed, and Fadiya’s earlier words echo in your head:
//“We are friends.”//
Fadiya's words continue to echo, and you ponder what that truly means.
Maybe, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
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<br>Naima’s smiles mischievously, and she replies, “I can’t tell you that. I hope he gets his courage and comes back.”
“Right…”
“Well, I’ll be off then. Take care of yourself and do not skip dinner!” Naima says warmly, her concern for your well-being evident in her parting words.
You nod in acknowledgment as she walks away.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down on the bed, and Fadiya’s earlier words echo in your head:
//“We are friends.”//
Maybe, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
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<br>Helios visibly relaxes as your response carries a measure of understanding. He takes a step closer, his shoulders no longer tense with apprehension.
“You are the Consort,” he continues, his voice steady but still tinged with a touch of uncertainty, “you have a higher rank than me. You have every right to go anywhere in the palace, no matter how people feel. Don’t take his words to heart.”
Your curiosity grows as you sense an unspoken sentiment lurking beneath his words.
“So it’s true? You feel uncomfortable around me?”
Helios hesitates, choosing his words carefully as if walking on fragile ground. “It’s not because of who you are,” he says plainly, his eyes don’t meet yours.
There’s a sense of vulnerability in his confession, and it lingers as he takes a step back, putting more distance between you two.
“I should get back to my duties,” he says, his uncertainty gradually giving way to a more composed demeanor.
You nod and Helios bows slightly, a sign of respect, before turning to leave the room. As he exits, the door closes behind him, leaving you to stare at the puddle of water he has left behind.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down on the bed, and think back to today’s events.
You recall how Fadiya protected you against Vincent’s words, she was the only one who truly did something.
For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
Maybe, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
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<br>Helios lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I understand, but Vincent is... stubborn,” he admits reluctantly. “He won’t apologize himself but you deserve an apology for today.”
“You are the Consort,” he continues, his voice steady but still tinged with a touch of uncertainty, “you have a higher rank than me. You have every right to go anywhere in the palace, no matter how people feel. Don’t take his words to heart.”
Your curiosity grows as you sense an unspoken sentiment lurking beneath his words.
“So it’s true? You feel uncomfortable around me?”
Helios hesitates, choosing his words carefully as if walking on fragile ground. “It’s not because of who you are,” he says plainly, his eyes don’t meet yours.
There’s a sense of vulnerability in his confession, and it lingers as he takes a step back, putting more distance between you two.
“I should get back to my duties,” he says, his uncertainty gradually giving way to a more composed demeanor.
You nod and Helios bows slightly, a sign of respect, before turning to leave the room. As he exits, the door closes behind him, leaving you to stare at the puddle of water he has left behind.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down on the bed, and think back to today’s events.
You recall how Fadiya protected you against Vincent’s words, she was the only one who truly did something.
For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
Maybe, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
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<br>“I understand your skepticism,” he admits, his voice steadying as he continues. “Words alone cannot erase the pain Vincent’s actions have caused. But I promise you that it will not happen again.”
“You are the Consort,” he continues, his voice still tinged with a touch of uncertainty, “you have a higher rank than me. You have every right to go anywhere in the palace, no matter how people feel. Don’t take his words to heart.”
Your curiosity grows as you sense an unspoken sentiment lurking beneath his words.
“So it’s true? You feel uncomfortable around me?”
Helios hesitates, choosing his words carefully as if walking on fragile ground. “It’s not because of who you are,” he says plainly, his eyes don’t meet yours.
There’s a sense of vulnerability in his confession, and it lingers as he takes a step back, putting more distance between you two.
“I should get back to my duties,” he says, his uncertainty gradually giving way to a more composed demeanor.
You nod and Helios bows slightly, a sign of respect, before turning to leave the room. As he exits, the door closes behind him, leaving you to stare at the puddle of water he has left behind.
Once you’re alone in your room, you settle down on the bed, and think back to today’s events.
You recall how Fadiya protected you against Vincent’s words, she was the only one who truly did something.
For you, having someone defend you is a rare occurrence. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such genuine support and protection, and Fadiya’s actions today have touched you deeply.
Maybe, you think, it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.
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<br>Today, the weather is nice.
The sun stretches its golden fingers across the sky, casting a warm and inviting glow that envelops everything in a comforting embrace. A soft breeze dances through the air, carrying with it the gentle caress of the season's blessings. The melodious symphony of birds fills the atmosphere, their carefree chirps echoing like a joyous chorus in honor of the day.
Today, it is your birthday.
The memories of your past, filled with joyous celebrations and the laughter of family, collide with the haunting absence of those who once shared these moments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[The idea of celebrating your own existence feels strange and somewhat uncomfortable.|B1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The approaching birthday serves as a painful reminder of the past, a day you wish you could erase from memory.|B1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Surprisingly, you find solace in embracing your birthday. It's a way to honor Alistair's memory, a chance to celebrate not only your own life but his spirit as well.|B1-2]]</span><<set $bdaybad to "true">>You stand by the window, gazing out at the picturesque scene. While the world outside seems to revel in the beauty of the day, your heart carries a heavy burden.
The vibrant sunbeams that stream through the glass offer warmth, but they also cast long shadows that echo the emptiness you feel.
The idea of a birthday party, with love and laughter, seems incongruous with the somber reality that has become your life.
You still remember the first birthday you celebrated in Rosea. It was an unusual experience, celebrating without the familiar presence of your family.
The festivities, to be honest, lacked the exuberance you were used to. It was a quiet affair, marked by a subtle warmth that enveloped your chambers. Lancelot and Hunter took it upon themselves to create a semblance of celebration. They baked a cake for you and ventured into the realm of Vesphirian cuisine, attempting to recreate dishes that held meaning to you.
It was a quiet, perhaps even understated, attempt to make you feel more at home in this unfamiliar kingdom.
Reflecting on it now, you can admit it was a kind gesture…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you were too hurt and angry to acknowledge it. You threw everything on the floor.|B2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and you were quite touched by it. The taste of food from home made you tear up.|B2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you felt lost, you found it hard to fully immerse yourself in the celebration despite their kindness.|B2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...and you felt a mix of emotions. Grateful for their effort, yet unable to shake off the bitterness that lingered due to the past.|B2-4]]</span><<set $bdaybad to "true">>You dread your birthday and wish you could forget it. Each passing year, as the calendar marches inexorably toward this date, a heavy cloud of foreboding settles over your heart.
You stand by the window, gazing out at the picturesque scene.
The vibrant sunbeams that stream through the glass offer warmth, but they also cast long shadows that echo how you feel.
The idea of a birthday party, with love and laughter, seems incongruous with the somber reality that has become your life.
You still remember the first birthday you celebrated in Rosea. It was an unusual experience, celebrating without the familiar presence of your family.
The festivities, to be honest, lacked the exuberance you were used to. It was a quiet affair, marked by a subtle warmth that enveloped your chambers. Lancelot and Hunter took it upon themselves to create a semblance of celebration. They baked a cake for you and ventured into the realm of Vesphirian cuisine, attempting to recreate dishes that held meaning to you.
It was a quiet, perhaps even understated, attempt to make you feel more at home in this unfamiliar kingdom.
Reflecting on it now, you can admit it was a kind gesture…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you were too hurt and angry to acknowledge it. You threw everything on the floor.|B2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and you were quite touched by it. The taste of food from home made you tear up.|B2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you felt lost, you found it hard to fully immerse yourself in the celebration despite their kindness.|B2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...and you felt a mix of emotions. Grateful for their effort, yet unable to shake off the bitterness that lingered due to the past.|B2-4]]</span>You stand by the window, gazing out at the picturesque scene.
As you watch the gentle sway of the trees and feel the warmth of the sun, you can't help but recall the countless birthdays you two shared.
While the memories of your family's laughter and presence remain a cherished part of your past, Alistair's memory holds a particularly important place in your heart.
On this day, you feel a profound connection to Alistair, as if he's right there beside you, whispering in the wind. You can almost hear his voice teasing you, encouraging you to smile and find joy in the midst of your sorrow.
You still remember the first birthday you celebrated in Rosea. It was an unusual experience, celebrating without the familiar presence of your family.
The festivities, to be honest, lacked the exuberance you were used to. It was a quiet affair, marked by a subtle warmth that enveloped your chambers. Lancelot and Hunter took it upon themselves to create a semblance of celebration. They baked a cake for you and ventured into the realm of Vesphirian cuisine, attempting to recreate dishes that held meaning to you.
It was a quiet, perhaps even understated, attempt to make you feel more at home in this unfamiliar kingdom.
Reflecting on it now, you can admit it was a kind gesture…
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you were too hurt and angry to acknowledge it. You threw everything on the floor.|B2-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…and you were quite touched by it. The taste of food from home made you tear up.|B2-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[…but you felt lost, you found it hard to fully immerse yourself in the celebration despite their kindness.|B2-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[...and you felt a mix of emotions. Grateful for their effort, yet unable to shake off the bitterness that lingered due to the past.|B2-4]]</span>The aroma of the dishes, though not quite the same as those back home, carried a hint of familiarity that tugged at your heartstrings.
With each bite, the flavors, though not perfect, carried echoes of home. The cake was a tad too sweet, and the dishes lacked the exact nuances you remembered, but they held a comforting familiarity that felt like a long-lost hug.
Tears welled up in your eyes as the tastes and textures danced on your tongue, evoking a powerful sense of nostalgia.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there's no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a testament to whatever adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> (Romantic)Each bite seemed to carry a bittersweet taste, a reminder of the things you had lost.
Despite wanting to appreciate the efforts made on your behalf, you struggled to find the same joy you once felt during birthdays past. You were physically present but your mind wandered back to the memories of happier birthdays, surrounded by family, love, and laughter.
But those days were gone, replaced by the bleak reality of your life in Rosea.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there's no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a testament to whatever adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> (Romantic)The mere fact that Lancelot and Hunter had gone out of their way to create a semblance of normalcy on this otherwise painful day was not lost on you.
Gratitude warred with bitterness, affection with anger, and the present with the past. You couldn’t help but remember that it was this kingdom that robbed you of your family.
Their intentions were pure, and you appreciated their attempts to fill the void left by your family's absence. But the scars that Luceris' actions had left on your heart were still tender and raw, like wounds that had yet to fully heal.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there's no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a testament to whatever adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> (Romantic)The mere thought of celebrating your birthday in Rosea filled you with a seething anger that was hard to contain.
When Lancelot and Hunter presented you with that cake and those dishes, it was as if they were oblivious to the pain that still gnawed at your soul. Their well-intentioned gestures felt like a cruel mockery of the life you once had.
In a fit of rage and despair, you couldn't bring yourself to accept their gifts. With trembling hands, you swept the table clear, sending the cake and plates crashing to the floor.
You couldn't bear to indulge in such superficial kindness when the wounds of your past were still so fresh and raw.
The passage of time has brought you to your eighteenth birthday, marking a significant milestone. If you had been in Vesphire, this occasion might have been accompanied by an elegant ball, a grand celebration befitting the momentous day.
In spite of the outburst that marked your first birthday in Rosea, Lancelot and Hunter held onto their determination to commemorate this annual event. However, as time went on, their efforts transformed. The spread of dishes, once abundant, has now been simplified, possibly as a precaution against any accidents you might cause. As they grew more familiar with your preferred meals, they began striving to master them and exclusively serve your favorites.
The dynamics of the celebration shifted when Fadiya entered your life. Her presence injected a new energy into your surroundings, resulting in an expanded celebration. With her arrival, the birthday tradition expanded to include not one, but two cakes.
One cake meticulously crafted by Lancelot, another prepared by Fadiya; the former designed to offer you genuine delight, while the latter serves to make your friend feel useful.
Typically, Fadiya wasted no time in pestering you from the stroke of midnight.
However, today seems different.
Surprisingly, it’s the afternoon, and there's no sign of her presence.
Pondering the situation, you find yourself wandering through your palace—a phrase that still feels foreign on your tongue—you embark on a search, a mingling of curiosity and concern guiding your steps. The logical path directs you towards the servants, who, in their frequent encounters with Fadiya, have become accustomed to her presence.
Approaching a younger servant, her unfamiliar visage serving as a reminder of the constant ebb and flow of faces within the palace, you voice your query, seeking any information that might dispel the mystery shrouding Fadiya’s whereabouts.
“Have you, by chance, come across Fadiya today?”
“I have not, Your Majesty.” She responds respectfully.
You decide to broaden your search, heading to places she frequently visits when she is here. The palace gardens, with their colorful blooms and tranquil atmosphere, usually resonate with her laughter. Yet, as you arrive, the serenity remains undisturbed, her laughter absent from the air.
Next, you check the library, where she often loses herself in the pages of books, her curiosity insatiable. The sight of her favorite spot, a cozy window nook bathed in sunlight, only amplifies the silence that envelops the room.
After that, you make your way toward the lake. It's a place that holds both fond and not-so-fond memories.
Alas, she isn’t here either.
The water glistens invitingly under the afternoon sun, beckoning you to look closer. Often, amidst these fleeting moments, when your gaze dances across your reflection — it’s as though your gaze falters for an instant, and you find yourself looking at Alistair instead of yourself.
“Happy birthday.” his voice echoes softly in your thoughts, a warm and genuine wish that had once filled the air with joy. It is a voice you long to hear again, a laugh you yearn to share once more.
With a bittersweet sigh, you tear your gaze away from the beguiling waters and the memories that seem to dwell within them.
It is time to return to reality, to the familiar path that leads you back to the palace.
As you re-enter the palace, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. It’s Fadiya, unmistakably her, and she’s running toward you, her joyful exuberance intact despite the mysterious delay. Flour specks decorate her face and hair, a testament to whatever adventure has kept her occupied.
She approaches you, breathless but beaming, and exclaims, “Happy birthday!”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I thought you forgot about me,” you jest.|B3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You reach out and gently rub the flour off her cheek, a gentle touch that lingers for a moment.|B3-2]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “You’re late! I was beginning to worry.”|B3-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I missed you,” you admit softly, your eyes locking with hers.|B3-4]]</span> (Romantic)You can’t help but notice the traces of flour still clinging to her skin, and you can't resist the urge to gently brush your thumb against her cheek, causing her laughter lines to crinkle at the corners of her eyes.
Fadiya’s reaction to your touch was a squint, a momentary pause as her skin responded to the tender contact. “Do I have something on my face?” she inquires, her voice a sweet melody.
“Flour.” you reply, showing her the powdery evidence now on your fingers.
“Oh, right.” she dusts off her face and then her hair. “I was doing something. In preparation for the very special thing I have planned for today.”
Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of mischief have you been up to now?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” she adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she's been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you've taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>Fadiya, undeterred by her tardiness, flashes a mischievous grin in response, “Well, I had to prepare something special for you, Your Majesty. It’s not every day one turns eighteen, after all.”
“Well, I suppose I can forgive you this time,” you say, playing along. “But what's this special something you've prepared?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” she adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she's been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you've taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>Fadiya's laughter, warm and familiar, fills the air as she playfully swats your arm. “Never! I’ve been planning something special all day.”
Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of mischief have you been up to now?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” she adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she's been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you've taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>Fadiya’s smile widens, and her eyes sparkle as she replies, “I missed you too.”
As she stands there before you, flour smudges on her cheeks, you can’t help but notice how her laughter lines crinkle at the corners of her eyes. It is a small detail, but one that makes your heart flutter just a bit faster.
Fadiya says, her tone genuine as she brushes a strand of hair from her face. “I was doing something. In preparation for the very special thing I have planned for today.”
Curiosity piqued, you raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of mischief have you been up to now?”
She grins, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday without a little adventure, would it?”
<<if $bdaybad is "true">>As you walk together through the palace corridors, you sigh and remind Fadiya, “You know I’m not particularly fond of birthdays.”
She tilts her head, an understanding smile on her face. “I know, I know. But this time, I promise, you will actually enjoy it.”
You raise an eyebrow, your skepticism lingering. “Just because you all go through the motions of arranging something every year doesn’t mean I’ll magically grow fond of them.”
With a determined glint in her eyes, Fadiya counters, “This year it’s different.”
“How so?”<<else>>You reciprocate her infectious joy, for your birthday carries a deeper significance. “Thank you, Fadiya.”
“Don’t thank me just yet!”
You chuckle, “How is this year’s celebration different than the past?”<</if>>
Fadiya grins, clearly savoring the anticipation she's building. “Ah, ah, you’ll have to wait until dinner to find out. Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”
“But for now… how about we go inside? I am sort of tired. I need water.” she adds.
You nod and fall into step beside her, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the path as you make your way into the palace.<<if $bdaybad is "true">> You can’t help but smile at her persistent efforts to make your birthday special, even though you’ve never been one to relish in the celebrations.<</if>>
As you head towards your chambers, Fadiya starts chattering excitedly, attempting to distract you from the weight of the day. She speaks about her latest experiments and projects, about the books she's been reading, and the quirky anecdotes from her interactions with the palace staff.
Inside your chambers, Fadiya pours you and herself a glass of cool, refreshing water, and you take a moment to appreciate the simple comfort it provides. As you sit together, you reflect on the journey you've taken since arriving in Rosea.
Fadiya perches on the edge of a plush chair, “You know,” she starts, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your past lately, especially since we’ve been in Rosea for quite some time now.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement. “My past?”
She nods. “Yes, you’ve never really talked about it in detail, and I’ve always wondered what it was like.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Everyone knows what happened.”|B4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“What do you want to know?”|B4-2]]</span>“Well, yes.” she bites her lip, “When people talk about it, they only talk about what brought you here. The bad parts. But your life was more than just what happened to you, you’re more than that.”
It’s true; your past was more than just the tragedy that brought you to Rosea. Memories of Vesphire begin to resurface, and you find yourself willing to share a glimpse of your life before that fateful day.
“What do you want to know?” you ask.
Fadiya leans forward, her eyes eager and full of curiosity. “Everything, if you're willing to share. What is Vesphire like? What were your favorite memories, the places you used to go, the people you knew?”
It’s been a long time since you have spoken of those memories. To be fair, it has been a long time since anyone has shown interest.
“Vesphire,” you begin, your voice tinged with nostalgia, “from what I remember, it is quite different from Rosea. The first thing that strikes you about it is the cold. The snow covers everything but it’s beautiful, like something out of a dream.”
Fadiya listens intently, her eyes never leaving your face as you continue.
“My favorite memories are with my brother. We were inseparable, like two sides of one coin. We did everything together, we used to play in the snow a lot..”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you recall those moments, “He had this infectious smile that could brighten up even the worst nights.” You pause, your smile fading slightly, “But then… he was taken from me.”
Fadiya’s expression softens, understanding the weight of your words, “It must’ve been hard, I apologize.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You share one more memory. The tree in the gardens.|B5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[That is enough recalling for today.|B5-2]]</span>Fadiya leans forward, her eyes eager and full of curiosity. “Everything, if you're willing to share. What is Vesphire like? What were your favorite memories, the places you used to go, the people you knew?”
It’s been a long time since you have spoken of those memories. To be fair, it has been a long time since anyone has shown interest.
“Vesphire,” you begin, your voice tinged with nostalgia, “from what I remember, it is quite different from Rosea. The first thing that strikes you about it is the cold. The snow covers everything but it’s beautiful, like something out of a dream.”
Fadiya listens intently, her eyes never leaving your face as you continue.
“My favorite memories are with my brother. We were inseparable, like two sides of one coin. We did everything together, we used to play in the snow a lot..”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you recall those moments, “He had this infectious smile that could brighten up even the worst nights.” You pause, your smile fading slightly, “But then… he was taken from me.”
Fadiya’s expression softens, understanding the weight of your words, “It must’ve been hard, I apologize.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You share one more memory. The tree in the gardens.|B5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[That is enough recalling for today.|B5-2]]</span>You nod, appreciating her support, and decide to share one more memory.
“There was this tree in the garden, not quite at the center but a bit further in. Alistair and I adored that spot; it's where we spent countless hours playing.”
Fadiya’s eyes shimmer with the imagery you’ve painted. “It sounds nice.”
“It was,” you reply, a wistful tone in your voice. “In my nightmares… I always see it burning. I hope it’s alright.”
Fadiya places a comforting hand on your shoulder, her voice gentle. “I’m sure it is untouched. And… someday, we can go see it.”
A small, yet genuine, smile graces your lips at Fadiya’s words. Her presence, her curiosity, and her willingness to listen have a way of making you feel at ease.
As the day unfolds and the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the palace, you find yourself looking forward to the mystery that Fadiya has prepared for your birthday. <<if $bdaybad is "true">>Despite your reservations about celebrating, her presence and genuine care have already made this day feel different from the rest.<</if>>
Currently, you’re alone in your chambers, as Fadiya has left to bring you your surprise.
Moments later, the door to your chambers gently swings open, and Fadiya steps inside, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She is carrying a bundle of cloth carefully wrapped in a delicate silk scarf, the colors reminiscent of Vesphire’s flag.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty,” she says with a warm smile, offering you the bundled gift.
You reach out to accept it, your curiosity piqued. The fabric feels smooth and rich beneath your touch, and as you begin to unwrap it, the deep reds and golds of the Vesphirian style clothing start to reveal themselves.
“These are for me?” you ask, genuinely surprised by Fadiya’s thoughtfulness.
Fadiya nods enthusiastically. “Yes, I thought it might be a nice way to honor your heritage. I know you’ve missed your homeland, and I wanted to bring a piece of it to you.”
You unfold the clothing, revealing a finely crafted outfit. It is quite extravagant, this isn’t something people wear on a daily basis.
“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, touched by the gesture. “Thank you, Fadiya. I don’t know how you managed to find something like this.”
Fadiya grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Well, I had help.”
You hold up the outfit, admiring it once more. “I can’t wait to wear this.”
“Tonight, then,” Fadiya says, excitement in her voice. “After all, I did get it so you could wear it tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “It’s a bit too much for dinner.”|B6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “For dinner?”|B6-2]]</span>As the day unfolds and the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the palace, you find yourself looking forward to the mystery that Fadiya has prepared for your birthday. <<if $bdaybad is "true">>Despite your reservations about celebrating, her presence and genuine care have already made this day feel different from the rest.<</if>>
Currently, you’re alone in your chambers, as Fadiya has left to bring you your surprise.
Moments later, the door to your chambers gently swings open, and Fadiya steps inside, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She is carrying a bundle of cloth carefully wrapped in a delicate silk scarf, the colors reminiscent of Vesphire’s flag.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty,” she says with a warm smile, offering you the bundled gift.
You reach out to accept it, your curiosity piqued. The fabric feels smooth and rich beneath your touch, and as you begin to unwrap it, the deep reds and golds of the Vesphirian style clothing start to reveal themselves.
“These are for me?” you ask, genuinely surprised by Fadiya’s thoughtfulness.
Fadiya nods enthusiastically. “Yes, I thought it might be a nice way to honor your heritage. I know you’ve missed your homeland, and I wanted to bring a piece of it to you.”
You unfold the clothing, revealing a finely crafted outfit. It is quite extravagant, this isn’t something people wear on a daily basis.
“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, touched by the gesture. “Thank you, Fadiya. I don’t know how you managed to find something like this.”
Fadiya grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Well, I had help.”
You hold up the outfit, admiring it once more. “I can’t wait to wear this.”
“Tonight, then,” Fadiya says, excitement in her voice. “After all, I did get it so you could wear it tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “It’s a bit too much for dinner.”|B6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You raise an eyebrow, “For dinner?”|B6-2]]</span>Fadiya chuckles, a hint of playful defiance in her tone. “Oh, it’s not just any dinner; It’s your birthday dinner.”
You quirk an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “So, it’s still just dinner.”
“Who ever decreed that we can’t wear fancy clothes for dinner?” She continues, “Besides, it’s a step up from your previous birthday dinners. This time, we’re taking it outdoors.”
“An outdoor dinner?”
Fadiya nods, her enthusiasm uncontainable as she strives to win you over. “Well... more of a picnic, really. But picnics are utterly delightful, don’t you think?”
You turn back to Fadiya with a hint of skepticism. “A nighttime picnic? I mean, it does sound different. What’s your grand plan then?”
“I can’t tell you that yet!”<<if $bdaybad is "true">>
Maybe this year, with everything Fadiya has prepared, you’ll find a way to embrace the joy of the day and create new, happy memories in Rosea.<</if>>
“Alright, Fadiya,” you concede, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ll go along with your plan.”
Fadiya clasps her hands together, “Great! I’ll wait for you at the gardens. This palace’s gardens, not the main palace.”
As Fadiya heads out of your chambers with a cheerful bounce in her steps, you take a moment to appreciate the thought and effort she has put into making your birthday special.
After carefully placing the Vesphirian outfit aside, you decide to freshen up and make yourself presentable for the evening ahead. It’s a rare occasion to wear such extravagant clothing, and you want to honor Fadiya’s gesture by looking your best.
As you make your way towards the garden, the soft glow of lanterns lining the pathways guides your steps. The night is calm, and the air carries the fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Just as you approach the garden's entrance, a pair of hands suddenly covers your eyes from behind, effectively blocking your view of the mesmerizing scenery.
You freeze in your tracks then you hear a familiar voice, laced with playful mischief, whisper in your ear, “Guess who?”
The hands covering your eyes feel strong and firm, undoubtedly belonging to someone you’re quite familiar with.
Hunter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“A garden gnome?” you ask playfully.|B7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Definitely not Fadiya or your uncle.” you say plainly.|B7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Hunter.”|B7-3]]</span>Fadiya chuckles, a hint of playful defiance in her tone. “Oh, it’s not just any dinner; It’s your birthday dinner.”
You quirk an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “So, it’s still just dinner.”
“Who ever decreed that we can’t wear fancy clothes for dinner?” She continues, “Besides, it’s a step up from your previous birthday dinners. This time, we’re taking it outdoors.”
“An outdoor dinner?”
Fadiya nods, her enthusiasm uncontainable as she strives to win you over. “Well... more of a picnic, really. But picnics are utterly delightful, don’t you think?”
You turn back to Fadiya with a hint of skepticism. “A nighttime picnic? I mean, it does sound different. What’s your grand plan then?”
“I can’t tell you that yet!”<<if $bdaybad is "true">>
Maybe this year, with everything Fadiya has prepared, you’ll find a way to embrace the joy of the day and create new, happy memories in Rosea.<</if>>
“Alright, Fadiya,” you concede, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ll go along with your plan.”
Fadiya clasps her hands together, “Great! I’ll wait for you at the gardens. This palace’s gardens, not the main palace.”
As Fadiya heads out of your chambers with a cheerful bounce in her steps, you take a moment to appreciate the thought and effort she has put into making your birthday special.
After carefully placing the Vesphirian outfit aside, you decide to freshen up and make yourself presentable for the evening ahead. It’s a rare occasion to wear such extravagant clothing, and you want to honor Fadiya’s gesture by looking your best.
As you make your way towards the garden, the soft glow of lanterns lining the pathways guides your steps. The night is calm, and the air carries the fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Just as you approach the garden's entrance, a pair of hands suddenly covers your eyes from behind, effectively blocking your view of the mesmerizing scenery.
You freeze in your tracks then you hear a familiar voice, laced with playful mischief, whisper in your ear, “Guess who?”
The hands covering your eyes feel strong and firm, undoubtedly belonging to someone you’re quite familiar with.
Hunter.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“A garden gnome?” you ask playfully.|B7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Definitely not Fadiya or your uncle.” you say plainly.|B7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Hunter.”|B7-3]]</span>Hunter laughs softly and releases $H_hisher hands from your eyes. As you turn to face $H_himher, you see a mischievous twinkle in $H_hisher eyes, illuminated by the lanterns’ soft glow.
$H_HeShe grins and says, “You caught me, but you’re no fun to surprise.”
“Well, you’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, $H_hisher smile growing wider. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next occasion.”
Hunter’s eyes drop down to your outfit, and $H_hisher expression changes to one of genuine admiration. “You look really nice,” $H_heshe compliments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.”|B8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You playfully tilt your head, “Merely nice?”|B8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel your heart beat a little faster, “You think so?”|B8-3]]</span> (Romantic)Hunter bursts into laughter, $H_hisher grip on your eyes loosening slightly. “Nice try, but not quite. One more guess.”
With a playful gleam in your eye, you decide to tease $H_himher bit. “Could it be the mischievous spirit of this garden?”
Hunter’s laughter fills the night air, and $H_heshe finally removes $H_hisher hands from your eyes. As you turn to face $H_himher, you’re met with $H_hisher warm, amused gaze. $H_HisHer midnight-blue eyes hold a hint of mischief that matches $H_hisher earlier antics.
“It seems you’ve caught on, Your Majesty,” $H_heshe says with a wink.
“Well, you’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, $H_hisher smile growing wider. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next occasion.”
Hunter’s eyes drop down to your outfit, and $H_hisher expression changes to one of genuine admiration. “You look really nice,” $H_heshe compliments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.”|B8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You playfully tilt your head, “Merely nice?”|B8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel your heart beat a little faster, “You think so?”|B8-3]]</span> (Romantic)$H_HeShe decides to play along, keeping $H_hisher voice light as $H_heshe responds, “Hmm, not Fadiya or my uncle, you say? That narrows it down a bit.”
“I know it’s you Hunter.”
Hunter releases $H_hisher hands from your eyes. As you turn to face $H_himher, you see a mischievous twinkle in $H_hisher eyes, illuminated by the lanterns’ soft glow.
$H_HeShe grins and says, “You caught me, but you’re no fun to surprise.”
“Well, you’ll have to try harder next time.”
Hunter feigns disappointment, $H_hisher smile growing wider. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next occasion.”
Hunter’s eyes drop down to your outfit, and $H_hisher expression changes to one of genuine admiration. “You look really nice,” $H_heshe compliments.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.”|B8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You playfully tilt your head, “Merely nice?”|B8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You can feel your heart beat a little faster, “You think so?”|B8-3]]</span> (Romantic)“Of course.”
As the two of you stand there, you notice a small bouquet of flowers in $H_hisher hand. The delicate blooms match the colors of your outfit, and their fragrance fills the air with a sweet scent.
Hunter extends the bouquet towards you. “I brought these for you, as well. A little something to brighten your evening.”
You accept the flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric of your clothing. “Thank you, Hunter. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Hunter’s smile softens, and $H_heshe nods. “You deserve all the thoughtful gestures today, especially on your birthday.”
“Speaking of thoughtful gestures, we should find Fadiya before she starts crying.” Hunter quips, the corners of $H_hisher lips curling upwards in amusement.
With a nod, you and Hunter start walking together toward the part of the gardens where Fadiya awaits.
The evening is filled with the soft sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant melody of crickets serenading the night. Lanterns hanging from the trees cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a magical ambiance.
As you approach the garden, the sight that greets you takes your breath away.
Fadiya has truly outdone herself.
The area is transformed into a fairytale setting. A blanket is spread out under a tree, adorned with flickering candles and colorful flower arrangements. Soft cushions are scattered around, providing comfortable seating. The night sky above is clear, allowing the stars to twinkle and shine like diamonds.
Fadiya stands by a small table covered with an assortment of dishes, each one carefully prepared and presented with artistic flair. She wears a proud smile, knowing she has succeeded in surprising you.
“Happy birthday!” Fadiya exclaims once more, her eyes sparkling with joy.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Woah.”|B9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When did you do all of this?”|B9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is… beautiful.”|B9-3]]</span>Hunter laughs again, clearly enjoying the banter. “Alright, alright, you look absolutely amazing. Happy now?”
You smile in response, “Much better. Thank you, Hunter.”
As the two of you stand there, you notice a small bouquet of flowers in $H_hisher hand. The delicate blooms match the colors of your outfit, and their fragrance fills the air with a sweet scent.
Hunter extends the bouquet towards you. “I brought these for you, as well. A little something to brighten your evening.”
You accept the flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric of your clothing. “Thank you, Hunter. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Hunter’s smile softens, and $H_heshe nods. “You deserve all the thoughtful gestures today, especially on your birthday.”
“Speaking of thoughtful gestures, we should find Fadiya before she starts crying.” Hunter quips, the corners of $H_hisher lips curling upwards in amusement.
With a nod, you and Hunter start walking together toward the part of the gardens where Fadiya awaits.
The evening is filled with the soft sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant melody of crickets serenading the night. Lanterns hanging from the trees cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a magical ambiance.
As you approach the garden, the sight that greets you takes your breath away.
Fadiya has truly outdone herself.
The area is transformed into a fairytale setting. A blanket is spread out under a tree, adorned with flickering candles and colorful flower arrangements. Soft cushions are scattered around, providing comfortable seating. The night sky above is clear, allowing the stars to twinkle and shine like diamonds.
Fadiya stands by a small table covered with an assortment of dishes, each one carefully prepared and presented with artistic flair. She wears a proud smile, knowing she has succeeded in surprising you.
“Happy birthday!” Fadiya exclaims once more, her eyes sparkling with joy.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Woah.”|B9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When did you do all of this?”|B9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is… beautiful.”|B9-3]]</span>Your heart flutters ever so slightly under their gaze. “You think so?”
$H_HisHer nod is accompanied by a brief pause, “Absolutely.”
As the two of you stand there, you notice a small bouquet of flowers in $H_hisher hand. The delicate blooms match the colors of your outfit, and their fragrance fills the air with a sweet scent.
Hunter extends the bouquet towards you, and their fingers brush against yours as you accept it. “I brought these for you, as well. A little something to brighten your evening.”
You hold the flowers close, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric of your clothing. “Thank you, Hunter. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
Hunter’s smile softens, and $H_heshe nods. “You deserve all the thoughtful gestures today,” they say, their words carrying a hint of tenderness, “especially on your birthday.”
“Speaking of thoughtful gestures, we should find Fadiya before she starts crying.” Hunter quips, the corners of $H_hisher lips curling upwards in amusement.
With a nod, you and Hunter start walking together toward the part of the gardens where Fadiya awaits.
The evening is filled with the soft sounds of nature, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant melody of crickets serenading the night. Lanterns hanging from the trees cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a magical ambiance.
As you approach the garden, the sight that greets you takes your breath away.
Fadiya has truly outdone herself.
The area is transformed into a fairytale setting. A blanket is spread out under a tree, adorned with flickering candles and colorful flower arrangements. Soft cushions are scattered around, providing comfortable seating. The night sky above is clear, allowing the stars to twinkle and shine like diamonds.
Fadiya stands by a small table covered with an assortment of dishes, each one carefully prepared and presented with artistic flair. She wears a proud smile, knowing she has succeeded in surprising you.
“Happy birthday!” Fadiya exclaims once more, her eyes sparkling with joy.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Woah.”|B9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When did you do all of this?”|B9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“This is… beautiful.”|B9-3]]</span>You can’t help but be amazed by the enchanting garden she has created for your birthday celebration.
Hunter chuckles at your awestruck expression, “I take it that you like it?”
“Like it? This is beyond incredible.” You finally manage to find your words as you approach Fadiya with Hunter by your side.
“I’m so glad you like it! Hunter helped me set everything up, and we wanted to make this evening truly special for you.”
Fadiya gestures to the table filled with delectable dishes. “You should sit down, we prepared some of your favorite foods! But most importantly,” she reaches into her bag that was laying on the floor. “wine!”
“Wine? You do know you’re not quite old enough for that, don't you?” Hunter furrows $H_hisher eyebrows and steps closer to Fadiya, attempting to take it away.
She clutches the bottle protectively, “I am seventeen, Hunter, practically an adult. Everyone my age has had a twenty sips or so.”
“And I am twenty-two, so that makes me the responsible one here. You’re not touching this, young lady.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Hunter’s age superiority but gives $H_himher the bottle.“Gods, you’re old.”
Hunter laughs and takes the bottle from Fadiya, inspecting it briefly before setting it aside. “I’ll hold onto this for now.”
With that matter settled, you all take your seats on the blanket under the trees. The night is serene, and the gentle rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop to your gathering.
Fadiya hands you a plate piled high with your favorite Vesphirian delicacies, each dish carefully prepared with love and attention. “Here you go!”
As you enjoy the meal, Hunter keeps a watchful eye on the bottle of wine, ensuring it doesn't mysteriously disappear.
Fadiya stares into her glass that is filled with juice instead of the wine, she makes a frustrated sound, “I can’t believe you won’t let me drink. Even mama isn’t this strict.”
“Well, I’m not your mama, am I?”
Fadiya pouts, but her disappointment is short-lived as she joins in the feast, taking bites of the dishes with gusto. “Fine, I’ll survive without the wine.”
The atmosphere becomes livelier as you all chat and share stories under the canopy of trees. The night sky is clear, adorned with countless stars that twinkle like distant lanterns.
Fadiya’s boundless energy seems endless as she recounts her adventures in Rosea, from her mishaps in the laboratory to her humorous encounters with the palace staff. Hunter listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and insights.
As the meal progresses, Fadiya's eyelids begin to droop, and her speech becomes slower and less coherent. Her head nods, and she nearly spills her glass of juice.
Hunter smiles, gently taking the glass from Fadiya’s hand. “Looks like someone worked really hard today, huh?”
Fadiya protests, her words slurred, “I’m... not sleepy. I can... I can still...talk…”
Hunter helps Fadiya settle comfortably on the blanket, propping up a cushion for her to rest her head. “Right, Right. Rest your eyes for a moment, we’ll wake you up soon.”
Fadiya mumbles something incoherent in response, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and the weariness of the day finally overtakes her.
Hunter chuckles softly, looking at Fadiya's peaceful expression. “She’s going to be out like a light.” $H_HeShe reaches for the wine bottle, “Now we can drink.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You laugh, “Seriously?” but you pick up your glass for the wine.|B10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you, but I’ll drink.”|B10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “You can have the entire bottle.”|B10-3]]</span>You can’t help but be amazed by the enchanting garden she has created for your birthday celebration.
“Woah.” It escapes you before you can make a complete sentence to show your amazement.
Hunter chuckles at your awestruck expression, “I take it that you like it?”
“Like it? This is beyond incredible!” You finally manage to find your words as you approach Fadiya with Hunter by your side.
“I’m so glad you like it! Hunter helped me set everything up, and we wanted to make this evening truly special for you.”
Fadiya gestures to the table filled with delectable dishes. “You should sit down, we prepared some of your favorite foods! But most importantly,” she reaches into her bag that was laying on the floor. “wine!”
“Wine? You do know you’re not quite old enough for that, don't you?” Hunter furrows $H_hisher eyebrows and steps closer to Fadiya, attempting to take it away.
She clutches the bottle protectively, “I am seventeen, Hunter, practically an adult. Everyone my age has had a twenty sips or so.”
“And I am twenty-two, so that makes me the responsible one here. You’re not touching this, young lady.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Hunter’s age superiority but gives $H_himher the bottle.“Gods, you’re old.”
Hunter laughs and takes the bottle from Fadiya, inspecting it briefly before setting it aside. “I’ll hold onto this for now.”
With that matter settled, you all take your seats on the blanket under the trees. The night is serene, and the gentle rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop to your gathering.
Fadiya hands you a plate piled high with your favorite Vesphirian delicacies, each dish carefully prepared with love and attention. “Here you go!”
As you enjoy the meal, Hunter keeps a watchful eye on the bottle of wine, ensuring it doesn't mysteriously disappear.
Fadiya stares into her glass that is filled with juice instead of the wine, she makes a frustrated sound, “I can’t believe you won’t let me drink. Even mama isn’t this strict.”
“Well, I’m not your mama, am I?”
Fadiya pouts, but her disappointment is short-lived as she joins in the feast, taking bites of the dishes with gusto. “Fine, I’ll survive without the wine.”
The atmosphere becomes livelier as you all chat and share stories under the canopy of trees. The night sky is clear, adorned with countless stars that twinkle like distant lanterns.
Fadiya’s boundless energy seems endless as she recounts her adventures in Rosea, from her mishaps in the laboratory to her humorous encounters with the palace staff. Hunter listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and insights.
As the meal progresses, Fadiya's eyelids begin to droop, and her speech becomes slower and less coherent. Her head nods, and she nearly spills her glass of juice.
Hunter smiles, gently taking the glass from Fadiya’s hand. “Looks like someone worked really hard today, huh?”
Fadiya protests, her words slurred, “I’m... not sleepy. I can... I can still...talk…”
Hunter helps Fadiya settle comfortably on the blanket, propping up a cushion for her to rest her head. “Right, Right. Rest your eyes for a moment, we’ll wake you up soon.”
Fadiya mumbles something incoherent in response, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and the weariness of the day finally overtakes her.
Hunter chuckles softly, looking at Fadiya's peaceful expression. “She’s going to be out like a light.” $H_HeShe reaches for the wine bottle, “Now we can drink.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You laugh, “Seriously?” but you pick up your glass for the wine.|B10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you, but I’ll drink.”|B10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “You can have the entire bottle.”|B10-3]]</span>“Well,” Fadiya begins, “Hunter set up everything while we were together, but I’ve been planning this for months. It’s been my little secret project.”
“This is incredible, Fadiya. I can’t believe you did all of this,” you say as you look around.
“I’m so glad you like it! We wanted to make this evening truly special for you.”
Fadiya gestures to the table filled with delectable dishes. “You should sit down, we prepared some of your favorite foods! But most importantly,” she reaches into her bag that was laying on the floor. “wine!”
“Wine? You do know you’re not quite old enough for that, don't you?” Hunter furrows $H_hisher eyebrows and steps closer to Fadiya, attempting to take it away.
She clutches the bottle protectively, “I am seventeen, Hunter, practically an adult. Everyone my age has had a twenty sips or so.”
“And I am twenty-two, so that makes me the responsible one here. You’re not touching this, young lady.”
Fadiya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Hunter’s age superiority but gives $H_himher the bottle.“Gods, you’re old.”
Hunter laughs and takes the bottle from Fadiya, inspecting it briefly before setting it aside. “I’ll hold onto this for now.”
With that matter settled, you all take your seats on the blanket under the trees. The night is serene, and the gentle rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop to your gathering.
Fadiya hands you a plate piled high with your favorite Vesphirian delicacies, each dish carefully prepared with love and attention. “Here you go!”
As you enjoy the meal, Hunter keeps a watchful eye on the bottle of wine, ensuring it doesn't mysteriously disappear.
Fadiya stares into her glass that is filled with juice instead of the wine, she makes a frustrated sound, “I can’t believe you won’t let me drink. Even mama isn’t this strict.”
“Well, I’m not your mama, am I?”
Fadiya pouts, but her disappointment is short-lived as she joins in the feast, taking bites of the dishes with gusto. “Fine, I’ll survive without the wine.”
The atmosphere becomes livelier as you all chat and share stories under the canopy of trees. The night sky is clear, adorned with countless stars that twinkle like distant lanterns.
Fadiya’s boundless energy seems endless as she recounts her adventures in Rosea, from her mishaps in the laboratory to her humorous encounters with the palace staff. Hunter listens attentively, occasionally interjecting with questions and insights.
As the meal progresses, Fadiya's eyelids begin to droop, and her speech becomes slower and less coherent. Her head nods, and she nearly spills her glass of juice.
Hunter smiles, gently taking the glass from Fadiya’s hand. “Looks like someone worked really hard today, huh?”
Fadiya protests, her words slurred, “I’m... not sleepy. I can... I can still...talk…”
Hunter helps Fadiya settle comfortably on the blanket, propping up a cushion for her to rest her head. “Right, Right. Rest your eyes for a moment, we’ll wake you up soon.”
Fadiya mumbles something incoherent in response, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and the weariness of the day finally overtakes her.
Hunter chuckles softly, looking at Fadiya's peaceful expression. “She’s going to be out like a light.” $H_HeShe reaches for the wine bottle, “Now we can drink.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You laugh, “Seriously?” but you pick up your glass for the wine.|B10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you, but I’ll drink.”|B10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You shake your head, “You can have the entire bottle.”|B10-3]]</span>Hunter pours a generous amount of wine into your glass and $H_hisher own, raising it in a silent toast before taking a sip.
The rich, velvety taste of the wine dances on your palate, and for a moment, you savor the flavor in the tranquil night.
Hunter leans back against a cushion, gazing up at the starry sky. “Helios is planning on going to Vesphire for some official matters.”
You take another sip of wine, savoring the moment as the conversation takes a more serious turn. The night air feels slightly cooler, and the rustling leaves seem to listen attentively to Hunter's words.
“Vesphire?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of official matters?”
Hunter shifts $H_hisher gaze from the stars to you, $H_hisher expression thoughtful. “Things aren’t easy there at the moment, they want to figure out how to make things easier for the people living there.”
$H_HeShe continues, “He'll be gone for a while which means I will be too.”
“Are you leaving soon?” you question.
“In a few months,” $H_heshe replies, “I might not be here for your next birthday.” $H_HeShe laughs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.”|B11-1]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll miss you while you’re not here.”|B11-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope it all goes well.”|B11-3]]</span>Hunter pours a generous amount of wine into your glass and $H_hisher own, raising it in a silent toast before taking a sip.
The rich, velvety taste of the wine dances on your palate, and for a moment, you savor the flavor in the tranquil night.
Hunter leans back against a cushion, gazing up at the starry sky. “Helios is planning on going to Vesphire for some official matters.”
You take another sip of wine, savoring the moment as the conversation takes a more serious turn. The night air feels slightly cooler, and the rustling leaves seem to listen attentively to Hunter's words.
“Vesphire?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of official matters?”
Hunter shifts $H_hisher gaze from the stars to you, $H_hisher expression thoughtful. “Things aren’t easy there at the moment, they want to figure out how to make things easier for the people living there.”
$H_HeShe continues, “He'll be gone for a while which means I will be too.”
“Are you leaving soon?” you question.
“In a few months,” $H_heshe replies, “I might not be here for your next birthday.” $H_HeShe laughs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.”|B11-1]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll miss you while you’re not here.”|B11-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope it all goes well.”|B11-3]]</span>Hunter shrugs and pours a generous amount of wine into $H_hisher glass, raising it in a silent toast before taking a sip.
Hunter leans back against a cushion, gazing up at the starry sky. “Helios is planning on going to Vesphire for some official matters.”
The night air feels slightly cooler, and the rustling leaves seem to listen attentively to Hunter's words.
“Vesphire?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of official matters?”
Hunter shifts $H_hisher gaze from the stars to you, $H_hisher expression thoughtful. “Things aren’t easy there at the moment, they want to figure out how to make things easier for the people living there.”
$H_HeShe continues, “He'll be gone for a while which means I will be too.”
“Are you leaving soon?” you question.
“In a few months,” $H_heshe replies, “I might not be here for your next birthday.” $H_HeShe laughs.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.”|B11-1]]</span> (Romantic)
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I’ll miss you while you’re not here.”|B11-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I hope it all goes well.”|B11-3]]</span>“Well, I suppose I’ll have to make the most of your company while you’re here.” you say, your gaze lingering on Hunter for a moment longer than necessary.
“I'll cherish every moment with you, my friend.” Hunter laughs.
Hunter continues, “Actually I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
$H_HeShe nods, a hint of mystery in $H_hisher gaze, “Do you know how to dance?”
Surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, you can’t help but wonder why $H_heshe was asking about your dancing skills. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” $H_heshe begins, $H_hisher voice trailing off before $H_heshe continues, “since it is your birthday, and I know that in Vesphire, you would’ve had a grand ball, and you would have danced... I thought maybe you’d like to dance?”
The end of $H_hisher sentence hangs in the air like a delicate note of uncertainty, $H_hisher words carrying both a question and an offering.
“Wait, you learned how to dance for me?” you ask.
“I know it's not the same as a Vesphirian ball, but I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s alright if you don’t want to, I didn’t spend a lot of time practising.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to but I want to lead.”|B12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to, you can lead.”|B12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to dance but thank you.”|B12-3]]</span>“I’ll miss you too,” $H_heshe says, $H_hisher voice soft and reassuring. “But don’t worry, time will pass quickly.”
Hunter continues, “Actually I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
$H_HeShe nods, a hint of mystery in $H_hisher gaze, “Do you know how to dance?”
Surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, you can’t help but wonder why $H_heshe was asking about your dancing skills. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” $H_heshe begins, $H_hisher voice trailing off before $H_heshe continues, “since it is your birthday, and I know that in Vesphire, you would’ve had a grand ball, and you would have danced... I thought maybe you’d like to dance?”
The end of $H_hisher sentence hangs in the air like a delicate note of uncertainty, $H_hisher words carrying both a question and an offering.
“Wait, you learned how to dance for me?” you ask.
“I know it's not the same as a Vesphirian ball, but I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s alright if you don’t want to, I didn’t spend a lot of time practising.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to but I want to lead.”|B12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to, you can lead.”|B12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to dance but thank you.”|B12-3]]</span>Hunter smiles at you, “I hope so too.”
Hunter continues, “Actually I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
$H_HeShe nods, a hint of mystery in $H_hisher gaze, “Do you know how to dance?”
Surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, you can’t help but wonder why $H_heshe was asking about your dancing skills. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” $H_heshe begins, $H_hisher voice trailing off before $H_heshe continues, “since it is your birthday, and I know that in Vesphire, you would’ve had a grand ball, and you would have danced... I thought maybe you’d like to dance?”
The end of $H_hisher sentence hangs in the air like a delicate note of uncertainty, $H_hisher words carrying both a question and an offering.
“Wait, you learned how to dance for me?” you ask.
“I know it's not the same as a Vesphirian ball, but I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s alright if you don’t want to, I didn’t spend a lot of time practising.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to but I want to lead.”|B12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I would love to, you can lead.”|B12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I don’t want to dance but thank you.”|B12-3]]</span>$H_hisher eyes light up, and $H_heshe extends a hand toward you, $H_hisher fingers inviting you to join $H_himher. As you take $H_hisher hand and rise to your feet, the two of you move to a clear area of the garden, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the trees.
There’s no music but the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze seems to create a natural rhythm. Hunter stands in a relaxed stance, $H_hisher hand resting gently on your shoulder, as $H_hisher other hand holds yours.
You take the lead in the dance, guiding Hunter with graceful steps. Your movements are fluid and elegant, a testament to the Vesphirian dances you grew up with.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“For someone who didn’t practice much, you’re doing quite well.”|B13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for learning this dance for me. It means a lot.”|B13-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re not too bad at this, Hunter. Did you trip over your own feet during practice?”|B13-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When you return from Vesphire, will you dance with me again?”|B13-4]]</span> (Romantic)Hunter smiles,“That's perfectly fine. Your happiness is what matters most to me.”
You continue to chat and enjoy the time together, sharing stories and memories of the past year in Rosea.
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help. “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” she asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>$H_hisher eyes light up, and $H_heshe extends a hand toward you, $H_hisher fingers inviting you to join $H_himher. As you take $H_hisher hand and rise to your feet, the two of you move to a clear area of the garden, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the trees.
There’s no music but the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze seems to create a natural rhythm. Hunter stands in a relaxed stance, $H_hisher hand resting gently on your upper back, as $H_hisher other hand holds yours.
Hunter, despite $H_hisher admission of limited practice, seems surprisingly confident as $H_heshe takes the lead. $H_HeShe guides you through the steps with a grace that you didn’t expect, considering $H_hisher earlier humility.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“For someone who didn’t practice much, you’re doing quite well.”|B13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you for learning this dance for me. It means a lot.”|B13-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’re not too bad at this, Hunter. Did you trip over your own feet during practice?”|B13-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“When you return from Vesphire, will you dance with me again?”|B13-4]]</span> (Romantic)Hunter smiles, $H_hisher eyes locked onto yours, “I learn fast.”
You both continue to dance, the night around you alive with the soft swishing of leaves and the twinkle of stars above.
“I have to admit, I’m glad we’re not in a grand ballroom right now. I would probably trip over my own feet.” $H_HeShe says.
“I can’t imagine you tripping over your own feet,” you reply, “You seem quite coordinated to me.”
Hunter shrugs, “Well, I can keep up with you, at least.”
As you sway around gracefully, you notice a mischievous glint in Hunter’s eyes. “You know, I have a confession to make.”
“Oh? What’s that?” you inquire, intrigued.
“I may have practiced a bit more than I let on,” Hunter admits with a grin. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself on your birthday.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help. “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” she asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>“I must admit, it wasn't easy learning these steps, but it's worth it to see you smile on your birthday.”
You chuckle softly, your gaze meeting $H_hisher. “Well, I appreciate the effort, and you’re doing quite well for someone who didn’t have much time to practice.”
As you sway around gracefully, you notice a mischievous glint in Hunter’s eyes. “You know, I have a confession to make.”
“Oh? What’s that?” you inquire, intrigued.
“I may have practiced a bit more than I let on,” Hunter admits with a grin. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself on your birthday.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help. “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” she asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>“I’ll admit, there might have been a few mishaps during practice, but I promise I didn’t break any furniture.”
“That’s good, I'm not sure what I would tell Fadiya if she woke up and saw everything here broken.”
“Well I may have practiced a bit more than I let on,” Hunter admits with a grin. “I didn’t want to embarrass myself on your birthday. So don’t worry, I won’t break anything.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help. “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” she asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>$H_HeShe laughs in response to your question, the sound light and carefree.
“Of course, I’d love to dance with you again when I return,” Hunter replies, $H_hisher eyes meeting yours. “Maybe I’ll even surprise you with some new tricks I’ll pick up in Vesphire.”
You find yourself lost in Hunter’s eyes, the warm light of the lanterns reflecting in them like distant stars. $H_HisHer hand on your back feels reassuring, $H_hisher touch gentle yet firm as.
A soft smile graces your lips as you say, “I’ll be looking forward to those Vesphirian dancing tricks, Hunter.”
$H_HisHer response is a warm, genuine smile that lights up $H_hisher features. “I’ll make sure they’re worth the wait.”
The night continues to envelop you in its tranquility, and the world feels a little smaller, a little cozier.
As the night wears on and the wine in the bottle slowly dwindles, Hunter glances at the slumbering form of Fadiya. With a fond smile, $H_heshe suggests, “I think it’s time we head back inside. Fadiya needs her rest, and it’s getting late.”
You nod in agreement, you both lean over to gently rouse Fadiya from her peaceful sleep.
“Fadiya,” you say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake. “It’s time to wake up.”
Fadiya stirs, her eyes blinking open slowly. She looks around in a daze for a moment before realizing where she is. “Huh? Oh, right. I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Hunter snickers and offers Fadiya a hand to help her sit up. “You did, but it’s okay. We had a good time.”
Fadiya yawns and stretches, still a bit groggy. “I must’ve been more tired than I thought, happy birthday once again, $name.”
“Thank you, Fadiya.”
With Fadiya now more awake, you all make your way back. The lanterns along the garden paths still cast their gentle glow, guiding your steps as you walk towards the palace.
Hunter, always the considerate one, offers $H_hisher assistance. “I’ll walk you to your room, Fadiya,” $H_heshe suggests, $H_hisher tone gentle and caring.
You can see that Fadiya’s steps are still a bit unsteady, likely due to her sudden awakening.
Fadiya leans into Hunter’s supporting shoulder, her trust in $H_himher evident as she gratefully accepts $H_hisher help. “Can I sleep in one of the extra rooms here?” she asks groggily, her words slurred slightly by her drowsiness.
“Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue,” you reply, leading the way back into the palace. The three of you walk together in a comfortable silence, your footsteps echoing softly in the palace corridors.
Eventually, you reach a guest room, a cozy and well-appointed space where Fadiya can rest for the night. Hunter helps her settle into the comfortable bed, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders.
Fadiya snuggles into the soft pillows, her eyes drooping once more. “Thanks, Hunter. You’re the best. And $name, happy birthday again. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You’ve wished me a hundred times already. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Thank you, Fadiya. Now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Alright, now sleep.”|B14-1]]</span>Hunter and you exchange amused glances as Fadiya drifts off to sleep once more, her words becoming more and more incomprehensible as drowsiness overtakes her.
With Fadiya settled in for the night, you and Hunter quietly exit the room, closing the door behind you.
“I’ll walk you back to your room.” $H_HeShe he offers with a friendly smile, $H_hisher steps matching yours as you make your way down the corridor.
Finally, you arrive at the door to your room. Pausing, you turn to face Hunter, "Goodnight, Hunter," you say softly, your voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the night.
“Goodnight,” Hunter replies.
With a final nod of acknowledgment, you enter your room.
As you step into your room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp welcomes you, casting a warm ambiance throughout the space.
But what truly catches your eye is the bouquet of white chrysanthemums adorning your side table.
Their petals gleam in the soft light, and their fragrance fills the room with a sweet, lingering scent typical of Vesphire. For a moment, your heart skips a beat as you consider the possibility that Hunter has surprised you once again with another thoughtful gesture.
However, a subtle frown crosses your face as you remember that Hunter already gave you a bouquet earlier in the night.
Nestled among the pristine flowers, you notice a small, folded piece of paper. It piques your curiosity, you carefully retrieve the note and unfold it.
The handwriting is elegant, with a flourish that hints at a practiced hand.
It reads: Happy Birthday.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
<br>All that meets your gaze at this moment are trees—endless rows of them, swaying gently in the breeze.
You find yourself seated in a carriage en route to a grand event, none other than a quintessential Vesphirian ball.
Luceris, not one to shy away from expressing his discomfort, grumbles, “This attire is dreadfully stifling.”
It marks a departure from his usual attire, which leans towards Rosea’s relaxed and breathable clothing. Instead, he’s clad in true Vesphirian fashion—a dark blue ensemble that clings to his form to his dismay, emphasizing his golden-brown skin and sharply contrasting with his hair. The fabric shimmers in the fading sunlight, giving him an air of elegance despite his visible discomfort.
By his side, Lancelot occupies the adjacent seat, also gazing out of the carriage window.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You roll your eyes, “You’re dreadfully stifling.”|C1-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Perhaps we should go back and not go to this ball.” you grumble.|C1-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Smile, “How about you jump out of this carriage and be free of your discomfort and life itself?”|C1-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You remain quiet and let him complain to the air.|C1-4]]</span>“As tempting as that sounds, I believe I’ll endure the discomfort for now. After all, we wouldn’t want to disappoint our hosts.”
Lancelot sends a glare towards Luceris, not appreciating his joke, “Perhaps it’s best to save your jests for a more opportune moment.”
Luceris leans back in his seat, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Ah, Lancelot, always the voice of reason.” he says, “Aren’t you looking forward to seeing Hunter after so many months?”
“Absolutely,” Lancelot replies with a smile.
You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you – a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]Luceris arches an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sardonic smile as he catches your retort. “Ah, the wit is as sharp as ever, my dear,” he jests, his tone dripping with amusement.
With a playful glance to his right, Luceris turns his attention to Lancelot. “Lancelot, I do believe $their wit could wound me if I’m not careful.”
The corner of Lancelot’s mouth twitches with suppressed laughter as he glances between you and Luceris. He’s used to these jabs that define your strange dynamic.
“Maybe if you would just stay put, you wouldn’t find your attire so constricting,” Lancelot chimes in.
Luceris leans back against the plush seat, “This must be why everyone in Vesphire is as stiff as a board. I hope Helios hasn’t become like that.”
You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you – a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]“You’re so intelligent, why did I not think of that?” Luceris says mockingly. “Oh, right, because we have to attend.”
“We don’t have to,” you counter, raising an eyebrow of your own. “If you say no, they won’t question it.”
“But Helios is going to be there.” Luceris says, a fond smile on his face. “It has been a while, I’m sure that vulture has been attempting to pawn his offspring off on Helios. That must be why he’s making a fuss and hosting a ball of all things.”
He tuts in disapproval, running a hand through his hair.
You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you – a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]You sigh, leaning back into the plush cushioned seat, your gaze returning to the passing trees. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels is strangely soothing.
Helios and Hunter embarked on their journey to Vesphire several moons ago, and today marks the long-awaited reunion.
Luceris exudes a palpable anticipation to see his son once more, his eyes gleam with the warmth of paternal affection. He drums his fingers on the wood, betraying his composure.
Tonight’s grand ball is held in honor of Lord Falk’s youngest child, who celebrates their eighteenth year. It is ironic how much Luceris claims to detest the man, for Lord Falk is currently the one wielding power and influence over all matters in Vesphire, even taking up residence within the halls of your former home.
Rumors swirl that the young one is utterly infatuated with Helios, a fact that Luceris vehemently opposes. You’ve overheard him mutter something to the effect of, “I didn’t raise my son to marry him off to Falk’s child,” many times.
Luceris’ sudden words snap you from your reverie. “At least, you wear it well,” he remarks, acknowledging the Vesphirian attire adorning you – a deviation from your daily garb.
For tonight’s ball, it’s a prerequisite, as it turns out. Lord Falk’s youngest is apparently quite taken with Vesphire’s culture.
Before you know it, the carriage is slowing down, meaning you have arrived. As the carriage grinds to a halt, the scent of fresh night air fills your nostrils, and the distant sounds of revelry become increasingly pronounced.
In a swift and practiced motion, Lancelot steps down from the carriage first, his polished armor glinting under the moonlight. His boots make a soft thud as they meet the cobblestone path.
Luceris follows, his presence commanding attention as he emerges into the night, his cloak trailing behind him.
Finally, it is your turn. Your Vesphirian attire, chosen meticulously for the occasion, feels foreign yet strangely fitting. It feels good to wear it.
You step down from the carriage, and the air’s crispness kisses your skin, a stark contrast to the cozy interior of the carriage.
Torches lining the path cast dancing shadows as you approach the grand estate, its imposing architecture looming before you. The walls are decorated with complex carvings, there are guards at every entrance, and their armor glints in the light of the torches.
You’ve been here before.
[[Continue|C2]]The castle of Firoz stands before you, its visage unaltered despite the passage of time.
“Magic truly is astounding; our journey here took significantly less time,” Luceris remarks.
As you enter the grand courtyard, you can’t help but recall your first arrival here, a stranger in a foreign land.
The memory of the cold glances and hushed whispers that accompanied you then is in stark contrast to the deference you now receive. Now, they avert their eyes, unable to meet your gaze, as if you have ascended to a position of unparalleled significance.
As you make your way deeper into the castle, the grand ballroom comes into view, adorned with opulent chandeliers and opalescent tapestries that shimmer in the candlelight.
The grand ballroom exudes a newfound Vesphirian charm, its decor elegantly blending with the traditional aesthetics of your homeland.
A guard, standing resolute at the entrance to the grand ballroom, announces your arrival in a strong, clear voice.
As you and Luceris step across the threshold, the atmosphere within the ballroom undergoes a subtle transformation. The guests, adorned in lavish attire, fall into a hushed reverence.
Conversations cease, and all eyes turn towards you.
In unison, the assembled guests bow respectfully, acknowledging the presence of their Emperor and the Royal Consort.
Luceris raises a commanding hand to signal that the guests may resume their revelry and so the ball continues, laughter and music filling the air once more.
Lord Falk, a man of great influence and ambition, is the first to approach you. His finely tailored attire is a symbol of his authority, and he offers a courteous nod to Luceris but avoids meeting your eyes.
His voice carries a hint of veiled respect as he greets the Emperor. “Welcome to the celebration, Your Majesty. And to you, Consort,” he says, though the latter word seems to stick in his throat.
Lord Falk, with practiced decorum, signals to his child who stands nearby. They approach with a grace that matches their noble lineage, their attire a testament to the grandeur of the occasion.
Lord Falk introduces them with measured formality, “Allow me to present my youngest…
<span class="choice-normal">[[… Eadred.” The boy bows before you.|C2-1][$E_name to "Eadred", $E_they to "he", $E_them to "him", $E_their to "his", $E_theirs = "his", $E_self to "himself", $E_person to "man", $E_formal to "Lord Eadred"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[… Eadith.” The girl bows before you.|C2-1][$E_name to "Eadith", $E_they to "she", $E_them to "her", $E_their to "her", $E_theirs = "hers", $E_self to "herself", $E_person to "woman", $E_formal to "Lady Eadith"]]</span><<set $E_they to $E_they.toLowerCase(), $E_They to $E_they.toUpperFirst()>><<set $E_their to $E_their.toLowerCase(), $E_Their to $E_their.toUpperFirst()>><<set $E_them to $E_them.toLowerCase(), $E_Them to $E_them.toUpperFirst()>><<set $E_theirs to $E_theirs.toLowerCase(), $E_Theirs to $E_theirs.toUpperFirst()>>“It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty,” $E_name says, directing a bright and eager smile toward Luceris, $E_their voice rich with enthusiasm.
However, when $E_their gaze shifts back to you, there’s a subtle change in demeanor.
$E_Their eyes, a striking shade of azure, briefly meet yours before darting away, the subtlest hint of a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. It’s a look you’ve seen before, a look that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.
Luceris acknowledges the greeting with a nod, his expression unreadable. Yet, you can feel his disapproval.
In the background, the strains of music swell as the ballroom’s occupants resume their revelry. $E_name’s attention quickly shifts, $E_their eyes searching the room for someone. And then, $E_they spot him—Helios.
<span class="choice-normal">[["You decide to approach Helios first, just to mess with " + $E_name + "."|C2-2][$spite to "true"]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You decide to approach Helios first, it has been a while since you’ve last spoken.|C2-2]]</span>“Excuse me,” you say before $E_name can voice anything further, leaving the three of them behind as you stride toward Helios<<if $spite is "true">>, a determined step in your every movement.<<else>>.<</if>>
As you approach Helios, you’re struck by the elegance of his presence. He stands out in the crowd with his distinctive white hair and golden-brown skin, reminiscent of Luceris.
Hunter leans in to whisper something to Helios, and in response, he turns his gaze toward you. A small, genuine smile graces his face, a warmth that lingers despite the complexities of your shared history.
“Your Majesty,” he greets you with a polite nod, followed by a graceful bow that carries a hint of respect and a touch of formality.
“Helios,” you respond, acknowledging him with a nod. Then, you turn your attention to Hunter and greet $H_himher as well, “Hunter.”
The grand ballroom swirls with activity, the echoes of conversation and music weaving a tapestry of merriment. Couples twirl gracefully on the dance floor, their gowns and suits a riot of colors.
Helios motions toward a quieter enclave in the room, a place where the three of you can converse without having to raise your voices over the clamor.
“It is good to see you again,” Hunter remarks, $H_hisher voice soft and sincere. “How have things been at the palace?”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Oh, you know, I’ve been plotting and scheming.” You say sarcastically.|C3-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Same as always.” You shrug.|C3-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s not as good without you.” You smile at Hunter.|C3-3]]</span>A hint of amusement tugs at the corners of Hunter’s lips as you offer your sarcastic response. “The usual courtly pursuits, then,” $H_heshe replies, $H_hisher tone carrying a touch of lightness despite the gravity of your words.
Helios chuckles softly at the exchange, a sound that melds with the background symphony of the grand ballroom.
“Where’s Fadiya? I thought she would be joining us tonight.” Helios inquires, casting a curious glance around the room.
“She didn’t feel too well so she couldn’t come.”
Helios’ expression momentarily darkens with concern at the mention of Fadiya’s absence. “I hope she’s not seriously ill. Please convey my wishes for her speedy recovery.”
You nod and decide to ask about their journey, you can’t help but be curious. “How has your journey been going?”
Helios momentarily tenses, but then his face brightens with a genuine smile. “It’s been pleasant. Vesphire is quite beautiful, especially in the summertime. The weather has been bearable.”
Hunter chuckles, “He got sick as soon as we stepped foot in Vesphire, his body temperature is already low so the cold weather wasn’t any good.”
Helios shoots Hunter a mildly reproachful look, not entirely thrilled that Hunter chose to share this particular detail with you. “I’m fine now,” he assures, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I have adapted to the cold weather.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how to feel, you miss home. It isn’t his fault but still you feel weird about it all.|C4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit angry that he has the chance to visit Vesphire but you don’t.|C4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s heartening to hear Vesphire spoken of in a positive light.|C4-3]]</span>Helios nods, his gaze briefly flickering to the shimmering chandeliers overhead. “I can imagine,” he says softly, as if acknowledging the weight of unspoken burdens that accompany your roles.
“Where’s Fadiya? I thought she would be joining us tonight.” Helios inquires, casting a curious glance around the room.
“She didn’t feel too well so she couldn’t come.”
Helios’ expression momentarily darkens with concern at the mention of Fadiya’s absence. “I hope she’s not seriously ill. Please convey my wishes for her speedy recovery.”
You nod and decide to ask about their journey, you can’t help but be curious. “How has your journey been going?”
Helios momentarily tenses, but then his face brightens with a genuine smile. “It’s been pleasant. Vesphire is quite beautiful, especially in the summertime. The weather has been bearable.”
Hunter chuckles, “He got sick as soon as we stepped foot in Vesphire, his body temperature is already low so the cold weather wasn’t any good.”
Helios shoots Hunter a mildly reproachful look, not entirely thrilled that Hunter chose to share this particular detail with you. “I’m fine now,” he assures, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I have adapted to the cold weather.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how to feel, you miss home. It isn’t his fault but still you feel weird about it all.|C4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit angry that he has the chance to visit Vesphire but you don’t.|C4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s heartening to hear Vesphire spoken of in a positive light.|C4-3]]</span>Hunter’s eyes soften, $H_hisher gaze meeting yours with a genuine warmth. “I’ve missed your presence as well.”
“Where’s Fadiya? I thought she would be joining us tonight.” Helios inquires, casting a curious glance around the room.
“She didn’t feel too well so she couldn’t come.”
Helios’ expression momentarily darkens with concern at the mention of Fadiya’s absence. “I hope she’s not seriously ill. Please convey my wishes for her speedy recovery.”
You nod and decide to ask about their journey, you can’t help but be curious. “How has your journey been going?”
Helios momentarily tenses, but then his face brightens with a genuine smile. “It’s been pleasant. Vesphire is quite beautiful, especially in the summertime. The weather has been bearable.”
Hunter chuckles, “He got sick as soon as we stepped foot in Vesphire, his body temperature is already low so the cold weather wasn’t any good.”
Helios shoots Hunter a mildly reproachful look, not entirely thrilled that Hunter chose to share this particular detail with you. “I’m fine now,” he assures, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I have adapted to the cold weather.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You don’t know how to feel, you miss home. It isn’t his fault but still you feel weird about it all.|C4-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel a bit angry that he has the chance to visit Vesphire but you don’t.|C4-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[It’s heartening to hear Vesphire spoken of in a positive light.|C4-3]]</span>You miss your home, your land, and its familiar coldness. It isn’t Helios’ fault, and deep down, you understand that. Yet, there is a lingering sense of displacement and nostalgia that’s hard to shake.
Helios’ words, though brief, evoke a sense of nostalgia for that home you left behind. The landscapes of Vesphire, from its snow-dusted forests to its pristine lakes, come alive in your mind’s eye. You can almost feel the chill of the winter air and the warmth of the summer sun.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I’ve been searching for you everywhere. I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of innocence and charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span>You can’t help but feel a pang of frustration deep within. Vesphire was once your home, a place of familiarity and cherished memories. It stings to think that Helios has the chance to visit, to revel in its beauty, while you remain confined within the palace’s confines, separated from the land that was once yours.
Helios’ words, though brief, evoke a sense of nostalgia for that home you left behind. The landscapes of Vesphire, from its snow-dusted forests to its pristine lakes, come alive in your mind’s eye. You can almost feel the chill of the winter air and the warmth of the summer sun.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I’ve been searching for you everywhere. I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of innocence and charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span>After all, Vesphire was your home, a place filled with memories, both pleasant and painful.
Helios’ words, though brief, evoke a sense of nostalgia for that home you left behind. The landscapes of Vesphire, from its snow-dusted forests to its pristine lakes, come alive in your mind’s eye. You can almost feel the chill of the winter air and the warmth of the summer sun.
Just as your thoughts deepen, a voice interrupts from behind. “Ah, there you are,” $E_name announces, $E_their tone casual yet masking an underlying eagerness.
“Hello, $E_name,” Helios greets them with a polite smile, though there’s a hint of caution in his eyes. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.” $E_name’s azure eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing, remain fixed on Helios. $E_Their tone carries a note of impatience as $E_they continue, “Helios, I’ve been searching for you everywhere. I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
$E_name adopts a cutesy demeanor, batting $E_their eyelashes and pouting slightly, attempting to win Helios over with a display of innocence and charm.
Helios briefly glances at Hunter, silently hoping for $H_hisher intervention to provide an excuse to deflect $E_name’s request.
Yet, instead of coming to his rescue, Hunter surprises everyone by agreeing. “There shouldn’t be any problem, I will stay behind so you can spend time together alone.” Hunter says with a playful wink directed at $E_name.
Helios appears initially taken aback by Hunter’s response, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before he turns his attention back to $E_name, his smile softening. “Well, if it is fine with my Shield, I would be happy to spend some time with you.”
As they step away from your group, $E_name leans in close to Helios, their conversation turning into hushed whispers.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“He clearly didn’t want to go.” You say, confused on why Hunter didn’t intervene on behalf of Helios.|C5-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I can’t believe you,” you say, shaking your head with amusement. “Playing matchmaker, are we?”|C5-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[["“I don’t like " + $E_name + ".”"|C5-3]]</span>“This is his punishment.” Hunter grins as he watches Helios being dragged around by $E_name.
“For what?”
“That’s a secret, I can’t tell you.”
You stare at $H_himher confused but you don’t ask any further questions.
As you both continue to watch Helios and $E_name, their whispered conversation carries on. It is clear that $E_name is taking every opportunity to engage Helios, their animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions revealing their eagerness.
“Alright I can’t stand here and watch them all night,” Hunter hums as $H_heshe looks around, then looks back at you. “I will go talk to my uncle. Do you want to come?”
You glance over to where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris near the main table. You know that accompanying Hunter will mean enduring Luceris’s presence for the remainder of the evening.
You decline, “I will stay here for a bit longer.” You don't want to join that group of people just yet.
As you remain at your spot, you continue to observe Helios’ interactions with $E_name.
He is the picture of politeness, gentleness, and friendliness, responding to $E_their enthusiasm with grace.
Helios’ smiles and responses are courteous, but there’s a certain distance in his eyes, as if his thoughts occasionally drift elsewhere. His body language, while attentive, doesn’t entirely mirror the enthusiasm of his companion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Interrupt them.|C6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave them alone and go to the table where everyone else is.|C6-2]]</span>Hunter chuckles softly, their eyes twinkling with mischief. “Perhaps. It’s not every day that someone is so open about their feelings toward the crown prince.”
As you both continue to watch Helios and $E_name, their whispered conversation carries on. It’s clear that $E_name is taking every opportunity to engage Helios, their animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions revealing their eagerness.
“Alright I can’t stand here and watch them all night,” Hunter hums as $H_heshe looks around, then looks back at you. “I will go talk to my uncle. Do you want to come?”
You glance over to where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris near the main table. You know that accompanying Hunter will mean enduring Luceris’s presence for the remainder of the evening.
You decline, “I will stay here for a bit longer.” You don't want to join that group of people just yet.
As you remain at your spot, you continue to observe Helios’ interactions with $E_name.
He is the picture of politeness, gentleness, and friendliness, responding to their enthusiasm with grace.
Helios’ smiles and responses are courteous, but there’s a certain distance in his eyes, as if his thoughts occasionally drift elsewhere. His body language, while attentive, doesn’t entirely mirror the enthusiasm of his companion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Interrupt them.|C6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave them alone and go to the table where everyone else is.|C6-2]]</span>Hunter’s gaze remains on the pair, observing their interaction before responding. “I understand why you might feel that way, $E_name can be... challenging.”
As you both continue to watch Helios and $E_name, their whispered conversation carries on. It’s clear that $E_name is taking every opportunity to engage Helios, their animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions revealing their eagerness.
“Alright I can’t stand here and watch them all night,” Hunter hums as $H_heshe looks around, then looks back at you. “I will go talk to my uncle. Do you want to come?”
You glance over to where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris near the main table. You know that accompanying Hunter will mean enduring Luceris’s presence for the remainder of the evening.
You decline, “I will stay here for a bit longer.” You don't want to join that group of people just yet.
As you remain at your spot, you continue to observe Helios’ interactions with $E_name.
He is the picture of politeness, gentleness, and friendliness, responding to their enthusiasm with grace.
Helios’ smiles and responses are courteous, but there’s a certain distance in his eyes, as if his thoughts occasionally drift elsewhere. His body language, while attentive, doesn’t entirely mirror the enthusiasm of his companion.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Interrupt them.|C6-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Leave them alone and go to the table where everyone else is.|C6-2]]</span>You approach the pair, waiting for a lull in the discussion, and then politely interject, “Excuse me, Helios, may I borrow you for a moment?”
Helios turns his attention to you, his courteous demeanor unwavering. “Certai–”
Before Helios can finish his response, an unexpected interruption comes from $E_name. “No.” $E_they says firmly, their enthusiasm momentarily replaced by an assertiveness you didn’t expect.
“No?”
“You heard me.” $E_they folds $E_their arms, adopting an air of defiance that contrasts sharply with their previous behavior.
“Is there a particular reason, $E_name?”
With an exaggerated sigh, $E_name rolls their eyes dramatically. “Don’t you know who I am?” $E_they says, $E_their words dripping with entitlement.
<span class="choice-normal">[["You can’t help but laugh, " + $E_name + " is unexpectedly adorable."|C7-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile, “Have you forgotten who you are? I suggest seeking a doctor.”|C7-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[The entitlement is shocking, “I merely want to speak with him.”|C7-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You scoff, “Don’t you know who I am?”|C7-4]]</span>You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>Unable to contain your amusement, you burst into laughter. Despite the unexpected turn of events, you find $E_name’s sudden shift in attitude and their dramatic flair surprisingly adorable.
$E_name raises an eyebrow at your unexpected reaction and demands, “What is so hilarious?”
Still grinning, you reply, “Well, you’re quite the character, aren’t you? I find you rather adorable.”
$E_name’s cheeks flush with a faint blush as $E_they suddenly become flustered by your unexpected compliment. $E_They stammers for a moment before managing to reply, “Oh, well, I mean... I mean, thank you.”
With a warm smile, Helios pats $E_name’s head affectionately and reassures $E_them, “I’ll be right back.”
Then, he turns his attention to you, ready to accompany you wherever you had intended to go.
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s alright, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span>Your response is met with a mix of shock and anger from $E_name, “You!”
Helios steps forward, maintaining his polite demeanor. “Please, $E_name, it won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, attempting to diffuse the tension.
$E_name’s expression softens slightly at Helios’s words, but $E_they still shoot you one last heated glance before reluctantly nodding. “Alright, but make it quick,” $E_they grumbles, clearly not pleased with the interruption.
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s alright, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span>$E_name narrows $E_their eyes, seemingly unimpressed, “Well, I don’t like being interrupted,” $E_they retort, clearly accustomed to having $E_their way.
Helios steps forward, maintaining his polite demeanor. “$E_name, it won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, attempting to diffuse the tension.
After a moment of hesitation, $E_name reluctantly relents, though $E_their expression remains sour. “Alright,” $E_they concedes, “I’ll wait for you.”
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s alright, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span>Your retort carries a note of authority, subtly reminding $E_name of the hierarchy in play.
Helios steps forward, maintaining his polite demeanor. “$E_name, it won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” he says gently, attempting to diffuse the tension.
After a moment of hesitation, $E_name reluctantly relents, though their expression remains sour. “Alright,” $E_they concede, “I’ll wait for you.”
As Helios and you move away from $E_name, you find a quiet balcony where the evening breeze rustles through potted plants, and soft lighting casts a warm glow.
“What did you want to talk about?” Helios inquires.
You lean on the balcony railing, “Nothing. You looked uncomfortable so…”
Helios' eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh.” Then he smiles. “Thank you.”
He moves closer to the railing, mirroring your stance. As he looks at you, his expression turns thoughtful. “I apologize for $E_their behavior.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Why do you always apologize for others?”|C8-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize.”|C8-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“It’s alright, I’m used to that.”|C8-3]]</span>You observe him closely, noting the way he seems to carry the weight of others actions on his shoulders. His tendency to apologize for the actions of others doesn’t go unnoticed. You can't help but question it.
Helios takes a moment to consider your question, his gaze wandering over the tranquil scene around you. The soft light bathes his features in a gentle glow.
“I suppose those diplomacy classes worked too well on me.” he chuckles, his eyes reflecting a mix of introspection and amusement.
The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a moment, the gentle breeze carrying with it a sense of serenity. The balcony provides a temporary escape from the bustling social scene inside.
“Right,” he begins, “I’ve been thinking, is there something specific you would like from Vesphire? If you have a request, I would be happy to bring it for you the next time we meet.”
Your curiosity is piqued, “Something from Vesphire?”
Helios affirms your question with a nod and a warm smile, “Is there anything you want?”
You ponder his question for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering across your face at the unexpected offer.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Food from there.|C9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clothing and jewelry from there.|C9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flowers from there.|C9-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What you want isn't there anymore.|C9-4]]</span>You observe him closely, noting the way he seems to carry the weight of others actions on his shoulders. His tendency to apologize for the actions of others doesn’t go unnoticed. You can't help but question it.
Helios takes a moment to consider what you’ve said, his gaze wandering over the tranquil scene around you. The soft light bathes his features in a gentle glow.
“I suppose those diplomacy classes worked too well on me. Now I just have to maintain the peace.” he chuckles, his eyes reflecting a mix of introspection and amusement.
The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a moment, the gentle breeze carrying with it a sense of serenity. The balcony provides a temporary escape from the bustling social scene inside.
“Right,” he begins, “I’ve been thinking, is there something specific you would like from Vesphire? If you have a request, I would be happy to bring it for you the next time we meet.”
Your curiosity is piqued, “Something from Vesphire?”
Helios affirms your question with a nod and a warm smile, “Is there anything you want?”
You ponder his question for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering across your face at the unexpected offer.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Food from there.|C9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clothing and jewelry from there.|C9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flowers from there.|C9-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What you want isn't there anymore.|C9-4]]</span>Helios nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Regardless of that,” his voice is soft, “I apologize that you had to deal with that.”
The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a moment, the gentle breeze carrying with it a sense of serenity. The balcony provides a temporary escape from the bustling social scene inside.
“Right,” he begins, “I’ve been thinking, is there something specific you would like from Vesphire? If you have a request, I would be happy to bring it for you the next time we meet.”
Your curiosity is piqued, “Something from Vesphire?”
Helios affirms your question with a nod and a warm smile, “Is there anything you want?”
You ponder his question for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering across your face at the unexpected offer.
<span class="choice-normal">[[Food from there.|C9-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Clothing and jewelry from there.|C9-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Flowers from there.|C9-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[What you want isn't there anymore.|C9-4]]</span>“Food from Vesphire it is,” he replies with a hint of understanding in his eyes. “Is there anything specific?”
You hum thoughtfully, “Cookies.”
Helios nods, committing your request to memory. “Consider it done,” he says warmly.
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>Helios smiles warmly at your request, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “Clothing and jewelry from Vesphire,” he repeats, committing your desire to memory. “Consider it done. I’ll make sure to bring back some exquisite pieces for you.”
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>Helios smiles warmly at your request, “Flowers? I’m not certain if they will survive the journey but I will do my best. Consider it done.”
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span>You pause, your thoughts drifting back to the place you once called home.
What you want isn't there anymore.
The circumstances that led you to leave Vesphire were painful, and returning isn’t an option.
With a soft sigh, you respond, “Thank you, Helios, but there’s nothing I need from Vesphire. What I truly want... It’s not there anymore.”
Helios' gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting understanding.
He doesn’t press further, allowing the silence to linger between you.
The melodic chime of the dinner bell resonates through the evening air, signaling that it's time to return inside for the grand feast at the ball. You exchange a glance with Helios, both of you aware that this brief respite on the balcony must come to an end.
You re-enter the ballroom and see everyone moving towards their seats.
You reach the table, where Lancelot stands vigilantly behind Luceris, like an unwavering sentinel, and Hunter stands next to him.
Luceris, seated with regal poise, commands attention effortlessly. His conversation with Lord Falk seems to be proceeding amicably, at least on the surface.
You stand there for a moment, not truly knowing what to do.
“$name, you should sit down. The food will be served soon,” Luceris says, gesturing to the empty chair on his right.
You take your place, knowing that this was an inevitable part of the evening.
Soon enough, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafts through the air, heralding the arrival of the long-awaited dinner. Lavish dishes, each a work of culinary art, are laid out before you.
However, as the servants begin to serve the courses, one particular figure among them catches your eye.
The servant moves gracefully through the room, placing dishes with precision and grace. Their demeanor is as composed as ever, but the memories of the past come rushing back.
//Everyone knows your family murdered our queen, and it’s hard to believe that you could be any different. But I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I hope that you prove everyone wrong.//
As the servant nears you, the servant seems to smile brighter as she serves you.
“Your Majesty,” she bows her head, “Do you remember me? I took care of you when you first arrived in this kingdom.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smile at her, anger brewing inside you. You’re going to make her life hell tonight, “How could I forget?”|C10-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I do not recall.” you say plainly and begin to eat, ignoring her.|C10-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Yes… I remember.” You smile at her, hoping she will leave you alone.|C10-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You pretend that you just now recognized her, “Right, you’re the one who told me it was hard to believe I wasn’t a demon.”|C10-4]]</span><<set $throwsplate to "true">>In one swift, calculated motion, you pretend to fumble with the plate, causing it to crash onto the ground with a resounding clatter. Food scatters across the floor, and the room falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn towards the commotion.
“Oh, dear,” you exclaim with a hint of embarrassment, feigning clumsiness, “I must be more tired than I thought. My apologies.”
With a sly grin, you continue, your tone dripping with feigned innocence, “Does this remind you of something, perhaps? You know, that day when you were sharing your 'benefit of the doubt' with me?”
The tension in the room is palpable as the guests exchange uncertain glances, uncertain of how to react.
The servant, taken aback by your sudden turn of events, hesitates for a moment. Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort as she's thrust into the spotlight.
“Answer me.” The smile falls from your face as you stare at the servant.
Luceris, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, looks at the servant and tuts disapprovingly. “Go on,” he urges, “$name is asking something.”
“Your Majesty,” Lord Falk interrupts and tries to speak to Luceris. “I apologize but could you…” he looks over at you as if saying Luceris should control you.
Luceris arches an eyebrow, his regal composure undisturbed. “Is there an issue, Lord Falk?” he inquires, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Lord Falk appears momentarily flustered, grappling with his words. “Well, Your Majesty…”
“The Royal Consort was merely asking your servant a question.” Luceris continues, “Your servant failed to answer $them.”
He then looks at you, “What should their punishment be?”
You meet Luceris’ gaze with a hint of surprise. You hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but you're aware that Luceris has a tendency to stir up trouble when it suits his purposes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want them to be fired.”|C12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want their head.”|C12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“There’s no need for punishment. I just don’t want to see them again tonight.”|C12-3]]</span>The servant's smile wavers for a brief moment, a flicker of disappointment in their eyes, but they quickly regain their composure. They continue their duties, moving on to serve others, their facade of polite professionalism firmly in place.
The remainder of the dinner passes smoothly, with the grand ball and feast being a testament to the amount of love Lord Falk has for his child.
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s alright.|C13-1]]</span>Deep down, you hope that time has indeed changed her, that the darkness of the past has given way to some semblance of compassion.
“You have grown up well,” The servant, Arya, smiles at you. “It is good to see you again.”
They bow once again before they move on to serve others. You watch them depart, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within you.
The remainder of the dinner passes smoothly, with the grand ball and feast being a testament to the amount of love Lord Falk has for his child.
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s alright.|C13-1]]</span>Her smile falters for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing her eyes. It's clear that she merely expected you to remember that she served you and not the words that were uttered by her.
“Do you not remember?”
Luceris has put down his cutlery to watch the exchange between the two of you. “Well,” he begins, “do you?”
“Your Majesty,” Lord Falk interrupts and tries to speak to Luceris. “I apologize but could you…” he looks over at you as if saying Luceris should control you.
Luceris arches an eyebrow, his regal composure undisturbed. “Is there an issue, Lord Falk?” he inquires, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Lord Falk appears momentarily flustered, grappling with his words. “Well, Your Majesty…”
“The Royal Consort was merely asking your servant a question.” Luceris continues, “Your servant failed to answer $them.”
He then looks at you, “What should their punishment be?”
You meet Luceris’ gaze with a hint of surprise. You hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but you're aware that Luceris has a tendency to stir up trouble when it suits his purposes.
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want them to be fired.”|C12-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“I want their head.”|C12-2]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“There’s no need for punishment. I just don’t want to see them again tonight.”|C12-3]]</span>Luceris nods then looks at the servant. “What is your name?”
“A-Arya, Your Majesty.”
<<if $name is "Arya">>“Oh you two have the same name, how nice.” Luceris smiles for a moment.<</if>> “Listen, Arya, I won’t send you to your death but you are fired.”
Arya looks relieved, thankful to at least have her life.
The servant glances at Luceris then at Lord Falk then at you. You give them a smile and wave goodbye at them.
<<if $throwsplate is "true">>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You shouldn’t have thrown that plate of food. It’s delicious.”
You can't help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios's eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
You also notice $E_name glaring at you for causing a disruption at her ball but the tension in the room gradually dissipates and a fresh plate of food is presented before you.
The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<<else>>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You should eat, it’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
The tension in the room gradually dissipates as a fresh plate of food is presented before you. The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<</if>>
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s alright.|C13-1]]</span>Luceris nods then looks at the servant. “What is your name?”
“A-Arya, Your Majesty.”
<<if $name is "Arya">>“Oh you two have the same name, how nice.” Luceris smiles for a moment.<</if>>“Arya, you are fired.”
The servant glances at Luceris then at Lord Falk then at you. You give them a smile and wave goodbye at them.
<<if $throwsplate is "true">>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You shouldn’t have thrown that plate of food. It’s delicious.”
You can't help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios's eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
You also notice $E_name glaring at you for causing a disruption at her ball but the tension in the room gradually dissipates and a fresh plate of food is presented before you.
The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<<else>>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You should eat, it’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
The tension in the room gradually dissipates as a fresh plate of food is presented before you. The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<</if>>
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s alright.|C13-1]]</span>“Oh, you are too kind, $name.” Luceris smiles at you then looks at the servant.
“What is your name?”
“A-Arya, Your Majesty.”
<<if $name is "Arya">>“Oh you two have the same name, how nice.” Luceris smiles for a moment.<</if>> “Listen, Arya, you are fired.”
The servant glances at Luceris then at Lord Falk then at you. You give them a smile and wave goodbye at them.
<<if $throwsplate is "true">>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You shouldn’t have thrown that plate of food. It’s delicious.”
You can't help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios's eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
You also notice $E_name glaring at you for causing a disruption at her ball but the tension in the room gradually dissipates and a fresh plate of food is presented before you.
The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<<else>>The room falls into an uneasy silence as the servant hastily departs. You shift your gaze towards Luceris, who has resumed his meal with an air of nonchalance.
“You should eat, it’s delicious.”
You can’t help but shake your head in response to his statement. When you glance across the table, you catch Helios’ eyes fixed on you. His expression is a mixture of concern and understanding, but he refrains from speaking or offering a smile. After a brief moment, he averts his gaze and resumes his own meal.
The tension in the room gradually dissipates as a fresh plate of food is presented before you. The atmosphere returns to its previous state, as if the incident you caused had never disrupted the night.<</if>>
A poignant thought crosses your mind, a yearning for something that never was – the possibility of celebrating your own birthday with your family in the grandeur of a ball.
<span class="choice-normal">[[You feel bitter that the person who now inhabits your once-beloved home had the opportunity to revel in the grandeur of a ball.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You wish life had gone a bit differently for you but you don’t hold it against others who have a better life.|C13-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[Even if your life isn’t the picture perfect kind, it’s alright.|C13-1]]</span>Amidst the lively atmosphere, $E_name, who has been the center of attention throughout the evening, makes $E_their way towards you. $E_Their presence is unexpected, given $E_their previous behavior, and you can't help but wonder about $E_their intentions.
“Your Majesty,” $E_name begins with a courteous smile, “I hope you are enjoying the ball.”
You return the pleasantries, a hint of curiosity in your response. “It has been lovely.”
$E_Their smile remains, and $E_they seems eager to engage in conversation. “Yes, it is.” $E_They agrees, “You haven’t been to any before, have you?”
Before you can confirm or deny $E_their assumption, $E_they continues, $E_their words laced with a touch of condescension. “I have been to many, if you ever need guidance you should ask me. It must be hard to be so unknowledgeable.”
<span class="choice-normal">[[You tilt your head, “Do you feel the need to compete with me?”|C14-1]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[You smirk, “You know, I could teach you some other things.”|C14-2]]</span> (Flirtatious)
<span class="choice-normal">[[You nod, “Alright, I will.”|C14-3]]</span>
<span class="choice-normal">[[“Are you trying to impress me? Aren’t you just adorable?”|C14-4]]</span> (Flirtatious)$E_Their attempt at condescension has backfired, and now $E_they finds $E_self flustered in your presence. $E_They stammers for a moment, $E_their poised facade crumbling. “Well, I... I didn’t mean to imply...”
Before $E_they can regain $E_their composure, you decide to let $E_them off the hook, your playful smile softening. “No need to worry,” you say, “I appreciate your offer of guidance. Perhaps we can exchange insights sometime.”
With that, $E_they nods, still slightly flustered, and excuses $E_self, walking away to rejoin the other guests.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
<br>Your lack of reaction seems to aggravate $E_them, $E_they opens $E_their mouth to say something else but then shakes $E_their head and decides to walk away.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
<br>For a moment, $E_they seems taken aback, $E_their confident demeanor faltering. It’s clear that $E_they didn’t anticipate your response. A flush of pink tints $E_their cheeks, and $E_they stammers for a moment before regaining $E_their composure.
“Oh, I... I didn't mean it that way,” $E_they says, $E_their voice slightly less assured.
You can’t help but smile at $E_their flustered state. “Of course, you didn’t,” you reply in a teasing tone. “It is always a pleasure to be in the company of someone as charming as yourself.”
$E_Their cheeks grow even redder, and $E_they stammers once more before finally excusing $E_self, hastily walking away from the exchange.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
<br>$E_Their smile falters for a moment, replaced by a hint of surprise. Perhaps $E_they hadn’t anticipated such a direct question. $E_Their confidence wavers, but $E_they quickly regains $E_their composure.
“Compete with you?” $E_they responds, $E_their tone slightly defensive. “Not at all, Your Majesty. I merely wanted to offer assistance, considering your... unfamiliarity.”
You nod, “Alright.”
You can sense that you aggravated $E_name by the way $E_they scoff and walk away.
As you watch $E_name hastily walking away, you couldn’t have anticipated the chaotic turn of events that unfolds before you. $E_name’s hurried footsteps collide with a servant carrying a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with drinks. The collision sends the glasses crashing to the ground, creating a symphony of shattering glass.
In the ensuing chaos, the servant who had been carrying the drinks stumbles backward, colliding with another servant who was, unfortunately, carrying a magnificent birthday cake. The cake bearer loses their balance and topples forward, and the cake meets a disastrous end as it smashes into the floor.
The room falls silent as the guests turn their attention to the sudden calamity, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The once joyous atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward hush, broken only by the lingering sounds of shattered glass and crumbling cake.
$E_name, standing at the center of this unexpected spectacle, turns to look at the scene before returning $E_their gaze to you. The blame in $E_their eyes is unmistakable, and it is clear that $E_they holds you responsible for this unfortunate turn of events, as if your earlier exchange had somehow triggered the mishap.
You turn to find Luceris standing nearby, his presence almost imperceptible until he speaks. His voice carries a tinge of wry amusement as he remarks, “Well… The ball is over.”
For once, you find yourself in complete agreement with him.
<<link "Return" $return>><</link>>
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