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Competition Starts with C

Clavis and Cyran compete for the Belle's attention, but she's a trickier bunny to catch than she seems. Approx. 3000 words of silliness and fluff.

Previous: Trouble with a Capital C and Seduction Starts with C

Clavis eased his mount to a stop as he approached the palace stables. He felt hot and sweaty and hungry, though none of that showed on his face. Only the ever-present smile was allowed there as he greeted the stableboy and swung down from his horse. Presentation was always important, even when there was no one really watching.

He allowed himself a small stretch and then headed back through the grounds toward the palace. This time of day, there were mostly just soldiers near the barn and riding arena, guards and servants and messengers. But as he passed the riding arena, he heard a familiar laugh. High and sweet and full of genuine joy.

His exhaustion evaporated at the thought of seeing the Belle. He turned toward the arena and pushed the door open. Inside, the floor was soft sand lit by skylights set into the high ceiling. A variety of training props lay against the far wall. A knot of soldiers stood at the far end, looking over a new set of jumping posts, but the prince barely noticed them.

The Belle rode in the center of the arena, sitting atop a dapple mare. She wore tight riding trousers and a thin, linen shirt with a vest that sat snug across her top. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. She was smiling, her gaze bright and clear.

Cyran walked beside her, reins held in one hand, his other hand resting on Emma’s leg. His face was turned up to hers, and from here, Clavis could not see his expression. But he could well imagine it.

“You’re doing great!” Cyran told her confidently, his fingers squeezed her leg gently as if in emphasis.

Emma laughed again. “I feel like you’re just saying that. Honestly, I am just holding on. Are you sure you don’t have a smaller horse I could ride?”

“You mean . . . like a pony?” The soldier chuckled.

“No! Just a - a smaller horse! This one is so tall!”

Their banter and smiles sent a sharp pain through Clavis’ chest. Emma was his - his plaything. His toy. His alone. He swallowed the sudden jealousy, forced it back behind his mocking grin. Of course the Belle was his. He’d given Cyran all but permission to pursue her, but she would never choose the lowly soldier over a handsome prince. The most handsome prince there was, even.

Clearly, she was only having fun with Cyran because Clavis himself had been out, busy. He needed to set that to rights. “Emma! My beautiful lover girl! Have you missed your handsome prince?”

Both heads turned to look at him. The Belle waved. “Prince Clavis! Welcome back! I hope your business went well?”

Cyran gave his lord a knowing grin. “Yes, welcome back.” He looked over to Emma. “Shall I help you down?”

“Please.” She reached for him and let the soldier catch her about the waist. Her arms rested atop his shoulders as Cyran swung her gently to the ground.

Clavis felt his jaw pop as his teeth clenched. He should have offered. Perhaps Cyran was more competition than he gave him credit for. Likely, the soldier learned some of his own smooth moves. But the pupil would never surpass the master.

Emma looked up at Cyran with a sweet smile, but Clavis didn’t let them have their moment. He took the Belle’s hand and tugged her against him. She put her free hand against his chest, forcing a little space between them, but he didn’t mind. Her hand was warm and soft where it sat, and he’d expected it anyhow.

“My business went very well. But I found myself missing your company! Imagine! I’m sure it wasn’t as much as you missed me though.”

She grinned up at him. “Maybe. I might have missed you a little.”

He nearly missed a beat at the admission. She was supposed to deny, deny, deny. And the expression on her face was delectably kissable. Clavis swallowed back a sudden desire to take a taste - it hadn’t been offered and he was a gentleman. “Then I have the best news for us both! Consider yourself formally invited to a picnic with the most handsome prince in Rhodolite.”

“Oh? Am I having lunch with Gilbert? I didn’t know you were making arrangements for him.”

Clavis blinked. “Gilbert?”

Cyran chuckled behind him.

“Oho! Do you think it’s safe to tease a prince? That was a cruel blow to my delicate heart!” Clavis put a hand to his chest. “I won’t let that go, you know?”

Emma giggled. Her laugh made his heart lurch. “Awww, I’m sorry Prince Clavis. It was just a joke. Honestly, Gilbert terrifies me.”

Clavis fluttered his eyelashes. “It will take more than that to reassure me.”

She tilted her head, regarding him with those wide, kind eyes. Then she leaned forward and before he realized what she intended, she placed a kiss on his cheek. “There. All better.”

“All . . .” Clavis felt his chest tighten with a sudden swell of emotion. This was not how today was meant to play out. He was not some sighing virgin that fell apart at the slightest affection. He managed to keep his smile on, though he couldn’t stop the heat from rising into his face. “How about one on the lips? For good measure. I’m not reassured yet.”

“Don’t push your luck, Prince Clavis.”

He let go of her with a sigh. “Such cruelty. And after I’ve done so much for you!”

She laughed again. “Mhmm. So very much. Anyway, when and where are we having this picnic?” The Belle paused, lips flattening to a line. “No one is going to get stabbed or poisoned or anything today, right?”

“I hadn’t planned on any entertainment, no.” Clavis shrugged. “One can never predict assassination attempts though.”

“Which is why I will be right by your side the whole time. Protecting you.” Cyran set a hand on the prince’s shoulder.

“Yes . . .” Clavis gave the soldier a look but Cyran was immune to his boss’ displeasure. “Meet me in the rose garden just before noon.”

Emma nodded. “Alright.” She visibly steeled herself before asking, “Are you cooking our meal yourself or . . .”

Clavis grinned. “I wouldn’t want to feed you boring food. I have some truly delightful ideas for our meal. You will have the honor of being the first to taste them.”

“Wonderful.” She looked as if she might faint.

“I’ll see if the kitchen can send some sandwiches. Perfectly boring sandwiches,” Cyran told her.

Clavis pretended not to hear. “We’ll have the best picnic, everyone will want to join us. But don’t worry. I won’t make you share me or any of the dishes I make just for you.”

“Oh. That’s - that’s great. You know you don’t have to do that, right? You’re a prince. You can just have the kitchen staff prepare a lunch. There is literally no reason for you to cook anything.” Emma had a desperate look in her eye.

“Are you saying you don’t enjoy my cooking?” Clavis leaned closer, watching her intently. She squirmed under his gaze, clearly unable to tell him directly that she didn’t like his food. The prince preferred to think it was because part of her liked the adventure of it, just as he did. And maybe she also saw it as a gesture of affection, which it was. Clavis didn’t waste so much effort on people he didn’t like!

Cyran sighed. “No one likes your cooking. No one.”

Clavis ignored him, still waiting on the Belle.

“I . . . it’s . . . it’s fine,” she said finally, courtesy winning over preference.

Clavis set his hand on her shoulder. “I knew it! You love it when I cook for you. Say no more! I’ll make it a meal to remember.” He squeezed her gently.

She brushed his hand away. “Then I had better go get cleaned up and properly dressed. I’ll see you both at lunch!”

The prince watched her saunter off in those tight riding breeches. “You know, she could dress like that every day and I wouldn’t mind.”

“Not a bit,” Cyran agreed.

Clavis elbowed him. “Don’t leer. It’s rude.”

“I wasn’t leering! You were! I think you’ve got some drool on your chin.”

“I absolutely was not. I’m a gentleman.” Clavis wiped his chin with his sleeve, just in case. He narrowed his eyes, regarding the soldier. “So. Riding lessons?”

Cyran grinned. “She asked. How could I say no?”

“The letters N and O come to mind.”

“Huh. Funny, they didn’t come to my mind.” The soldier raised an eyebrow. “Would you say no had she asked?”

Clavis smirked. “Of course not.”

Cyran’s expression said it all. They were both smitten. But Clavis was not going to concede ground to his soldier. There was no way Emma would choose anyone over the most handsome prince in Rhodolite.

He turned to leave, but Cyran gave him pause. “You know, sir, it would only take a word from you.”

The prince knew, and part of him wanted to give it. Order his soldier to step away. But that was the same as failing. “The only words I have for you are ‘may the best man win.’”

Cyran laughed and Clavis found himself laughing too. It was a competition he did not plan to lose, but he could still laugh at himself. How funny to have fallen for a common girl. Yet how uncommon she was. The two parted ways with identical smirks on their faces.

The next few hours were pure chaos as Clavis kicked the staff out of the kitchen to do all the cooking himself. He had a new fruit to try out, which went into a salad of sorts along with a spicy pepper he’d found at a mountain market and some strangely shaped nuts, imported of course.

Then the lettuce and other ingredients were tossed with a pink glaze of vinegar and sugar. He’d read that it was important to have contrasting flavors and textures. This salad was nothing if not a study in contrasts.

The sandwiches were stuffed with an egg puree and some sauce that smelled like cloves. He even cut the crust off of the bread to make it fancy. Then there was pan toasted algae, all shriveled and brown and smelling like the ocean. A sea-side adventure for your mouth.

But the dish he was most proud of was the dessert. A custard dish from an ancient recipe book he’d found in the library. Dyfhes Fyt for a Kyng. So Emma would definitely enjoy it. Though after much stirring and mixing and a few ingredient substitutions, it looked lumpy and grey. Like a dusty porridge. But of course it did because it was ancient! It would definitely be a novel experience.

Everything was packed into baskets and then Clavis allowed the servants to carefully carry them out to the garden and set up his picnic. He’d only just gotten all the dishes arranged when Cyran arrived, carrying his own little basket. Probably those boring normal sandwiches. Sometimes he thought his soldier truly had no sense of adventure or taste.

Clavis ignored the basket in a gentlemanly way. It wasn’t difficult as a moment later the Belle arrived. She’d changed from the tight riding pants and loose, thin linen shirt to a fashionable dress. The top clung to her chest in ways that made Clavis think a number of inappropriate things, but the best part was the skirt. While it had the typical billowing layers popular in Rhodolite’s noble social circles, it was pinned up on one side for ease of movement. The layers ruffled in lacy profusion around a thigh-high gap.

When the Belle stood still, it was quite modest, with the lace and silk meeting on each side to cover her legs, but when she walked . . . Clavis swallowed. He could trace the line of her calf all the way up, almost to the top of her stockings. His mouth was dry and his heart was hammering and his thoughts overflowed with lovely ideas that went beyond inappropriate.

“Emma,” Cyran spoke first, greeting her. Clavis followed a beat later, annoyed with himself for his reaction.

“Good to see you both again.” She smiled with genuine pleasure and allowed the prince to take her hand and press a kiss to her knuckles.

Cyran gave her a little bow. “You look beautiful. Is that a new dress?”

Emma nodded. “Sariel gave Rio a budget for my palace clothes. I feel like I get a new dress almost every day! It’s really wild.”

“Palace life is pretty different from living as a commoner,” the soldier agreed.

Clavis interrupted before the two of them could bond over some shared peasant experience. “If you enjoy new clothes so much, I will have to come up with a design of my own, just for you. Won’t that be amazing?”

“You don’t need to do that.” Emma patted his arm. “I’m sure you have more important work than worrying about what I wear.”

“Ah, but if I bring you the best dress, I know you’ll fall in love with me immediately.” Clavis beamed. He was only half teasing, though he didn’t let on that it was only half.

Cyran nudged him. “I’m sure the Belle doesn’t need whatever you’d come up with. Knowing you, it would probably turn colors when it got wet or burst into flames or something.”

“That’s not actually a bad idea.” Clavis stuck that in the back of his mind to revisit later. Not for Emma, precisely but imagining Chevalier in clothes that burst into flame . . .

“Your smile is kind of terrifying sometimes.” The Belle tilted her head, curious. “What were you thinking about just now?”

Clavis laughed. “Wicked deeds! If I told you, I might have to kill you.” She laughed along with him, but the worried glint in her eye didn’t fade. The prince decided it was time to wow her with his amazing culinary skill. “Let’s have lunch. I want to see how much you love my cooking.”

“No one loves your cooking,” Cyran sighed.

The prince chose to ignore the rude comment. Afterall, that was hardly true. Clavis loved the adventure of finding new recipes and ingredients so at least one person loved his cooking. And it was entertaining to see others try to navigate the dishes, especially Emma. Usually though, his victims - er, guests - left without eating much. But the Belle would determinedly try to enjoy the food.

Her eyes widened as she looked over the lunch dishes. “W-what is the pink dish? Is that . . . lettuce and . . . are those . . . bugs?”

Clavis giggled. “No, no. Though that’s an excellent idea. Maybe next time.” He scooped some of the salad onto her plate as Cyran pulled a chair out for her. He hadn’t realized the glazed nut pieces would look like little beetles, but they did. How wonderful!

Emma smiled, looking a bit queasy. “So, you didn’t say what they actually are?”

“Try them and find out.” He put some on a plate for himself and sat back.

“I’ll taste it first.” Cyran served himself a spoonful, barely more than a bite. He cautiously lifted it to his lips, his expression somewhere between resigned and worried.

The Belle watched him chew, studying his facial expressions as the odd mix of flavors hit.

The soldier’s cheeks turned red and his eyes widened as he swallowed. He grabbed the water and took several long swallows. “It’s sweet at first,” he told her, once he could talk again. “The beetle things are nutty. But then it gets sour and turns really hot.” He squinted at Clavis. “Did you put those goat-killer peppers in here?”

Clavis shrugged.

“I - I guess I’ll taste it then. It sounds very - very interesting.” Emma reached for her fork.

“You don’t have to.” Cyran put his hand over hers. “You can just eat the sandwiches I brought. Here -” He started to open the little basket.

“No, it’s ok. Really. Prince Clavis went to a lot of trouble for us. So the least I can do is try the food.” The Belle shooed Cyran’s hand away and took a bite.

Clavis watched her face contort as she did her best to hold onto a pleasant expression while the strong flavors assaulted her tongue. It was absolutely adorable. She looked like she wanted to spit it out, but she wouldn’t do it. Too many etiquette lessons and too much kindness. By the time she swallowed, her face was pale but for two small red circles, one on each cheek. She tried to sip water delicately, but ended up draining her glass before she set it down. The prince grinned. “So. Did you enjoy my fruit salad?”

“Fruit? Oh . . . that was what the slimy bit was? I didn’t realize.” She cleared her throat. “It was. It was an experience. I never had a, uhm. A goat-killer pepper?”

The prince was about to reply when she lifted another forkful to her mouth. Was she actually . . . taking another bite?

Cyran’s brows lifted almost to his hairline. Both men watched her as she ate a second bite of the trial-by-lettuce.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my chin?” She wiped at her face with her napkin.

“You ate more of it.” Cyran sounded almost accusing.

Emma nodded. “Well, yes. I mean. It’s not to my usual taste but I like spicy things. And it’s . . . it’s not so bad. Surprising, I think? That’s a better word for it.”

Clavis was fairly sure he was in love, just now. If she hadn’t been in the middle of her third bite, he might have reached across the table to pull her close and kiss her. Perhaps Cyran had a point. This woman might not be simply a toy to play with until it broke. Or perhaps, it was just that breaking her would be a more satisfying challenge than the usual noblewoman had been.

Yes, that must be it. The odd lurch of his heart, the heat in his low belly. Just signs of his excitement. This was going to be so much fun! Not only did he need to defeat Cyran and win her heart, but he also needed to discover just where her limit was and then push it until she fled him in tears. Clavis ignored the little stab of pain in his chest at that thought. Such an end was inevitable, and there was no benefit to lying to himself about it.

He was so lost in thought that he missed her reaction to the sandwiches and fried algae, but her gasp at the sight of his pièce de résistance brought him back to the moment.

“What. Is. That?” The custard was still steaming a bit, and bubbling. The surface was pock-marked and uneven, and looked even more lumpy than it had going into the dish. Emma looked properly horrified.

“A custard.” Clavis grinned at her.

“That isn’t a custard, it’s a crime,” Cyran massaged his temples. “You aren’t actually going to put that in your mouth, are you?”

The Belle visibly steeled herself, squared her shoulders and firmed her jaw. “I will at least taste it. Because Clavis made it for us and it would be rude not to.”

“That’s right! It would hurt my feelings. I might cry myself to sleep, knowing my heartfelt love was rejected by my mistress.”

“Clavis. I am not your mistress. And this is a luncheon, not your love.” She shook her head. “You are honestly so ridiculous sometimes.”

“Are you not my lover? Haven’t you fallen for me yet?” Clavis put a hand to his chest. “After everything I’ve done to show you my affection?”

Cyran chuckled.

Emma ignored him. “We never even held hands or kissed or - or anything. You are definitely not my lover. Besides, it’s against the rules for me to fall in love with any of the princes.”

“But my beloved is a rebel.” Clavis grinned at her. “What’s wrong with breaking a few rules?”

“Can you just give me a spoon for this custard and stop asking me impossible questions?” Emma frowned at him.

Clavis laughed. “I’ll give you a spoon, but first you have to tell me honestly. Don’t you love me, even just a little bit?” He watched her jaw clench, and a slight heat creep up onto her cheeks. She looked away as she shook her head.

“You do,” he crowed, feeling a surge of genuine joy.

“Please. We’re just friends. Same as Cyran and I.” She still wouldn’t look at either of them.

“Ouch. Friend-zoned.” Cyran let out a sigh. “But hey! Falling for me isn’t against any rules.”

This got a little laugh out of Emma as she finally looked over at them. “True.” Her brows arched playfully. “You’ll have to come up with a better reason to fall for you than just that it’s allowed.”

“I’ll work on that,” he smiled back at her.

Clavis interrupted by plopping down two dessert bowls heaped high with the grey custard. “Here you go. Eat up!”

The Belle took a breath. “Alright. Ok. I can do this. It - it probably tastes better than it looks, right?”

“I doubt it,” the soldier sighed mournfully.

The two of them took a bite at the same time, giving Clavis a two-for-one reaction. It was amazing. Cyran’s throat bobbed as his throat refused to swallow. Emma’s smile twisted into a sickly frown and her eyes watered. She managed to get down the spoonful, but Cyran couldn’t. He had to make a run for the rosebushes where he spat out the thick, lumpy custard and then washed his mouth with whiskey from his flask.

Clavis laughed so hard that little tears came to his eyes too.

“Hey,” Emma rasped, her throat a little sore from forcing down that last bite. “You have to try it as well. We can’t enjoy it alone.”

“Oh. Well. Alright.” The prince eyed the custard. He hadn’t planned on eating any himself but why not? He’d probably never tasted anything like it. After a short moment of introspection, he got a big spoonful and stuck it in his mouth. The cloying sweetness was the first thing he noticed. Probably because he’d more than doubled the sugar in the recipe. Then the sharp taste of prunes and bitter lemon. Then the texture hit and he understood suddenly why Cyran spit it out. The texture was revolting. It felt the way sewage smelt. Slick and oily and chunky and . . .

Clavis fought with himself for a what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. He was not going to be defeated by his own cooking. He was not going to do less than the Belle. No. He would swallow it. All the way. His throat fought him, his tongue revolted. His body almost shook with the effort, but he managed.

“Delicious.” The prince grinned, covering the heavy lump of queasiness that now sat solidly in his gut.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Take a second bite?”

“Ladies first?” Clavis shot back.

“Or how about we end the suicide pact and go do something fun.” Cyran put an arm around the Belle’s shoulders. “Has anyone showed you the duck pond?”

“There’s a duck pond?”

“Ah! I am failing in my princely responsibilities! I didn’t even think about how romantic it would be to walk my lover around the pond. Let’s go!” Clavis stood.

“I’m not your lover,” Emma sighed, and stood up as well, shrugging Cyran’s arm off. “Come on then. I want to see the cute ducks. Are there babies?”

“By the armload,” Cyran laughed.

The three of them left the garden, Emma between her prince and her soldier, walking hip to hip, fingertips brushing.

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neerons · 25 days

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Some of Clavis Lelouch’s best quotes + Cyran's bonus quotes

"Tell me, Emma, what do you think is the best way to wake someone who's really bad at waking up? (...) That's right, you stab them." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"Finding such a handsome man in your room is enough to leave anyone breathless. Take your time. I know I'm easy on the eyes. (...) Oh, nice reaction! There's nothing like a good AHHHHH to get me in the mood."

“I didn’t do anything. But next time, don’t be intimidated by these status-crazed nobles. You don’t owe them anything—not even a smile. If someone looks down on you, look down on them in return. Otherwise, your self-worth will start to plummet. Never abandon your self-respect just to calm the situation. I know you’re a wonderful person—I wouldn’t have chosen you as my wife if not.”

"You succumbed to delusion."

"You weren't paying any attention to me at all. I got so lonely, I almost died!"

"...I want to make love to you."

"I'll tell you a secret about Chevalier. You want to know right? I bet you do. (...) He likes romance novels, but the reason for that is... Me. (...) One day, I secretly added to his pile of books... I put a book that boasted its dewy, spicy romance in the pile."

"Haha! When you're as handsome as I am, you look good no matter what state you're in. You just need better understanding of aesthetics." (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"Haha! You don't need to apologize. Who says only kids are allowed to be bouncy? What's wrong with adults being genuine about loving the things they love?"

"Oh, the things you say! Don't you realize you threaten to unleash the beast that hides behind this gentleman's visage?" (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"What a fool I was to think I was done falling in love with you. The depths I could fall for you seem endless."

“We can do it on the table, or by the windowsill again, if you like. Ah, but I don’t recommend the floor—not unless you’re into that.”

"Wait, wait, wait! (...) Chevalier, you cannot possibly be trying to replace the words 'I love you' with that one kiss. (...) Why else would Emma have dressed up so beautifully? It's all so she can hear you say those three words! (...) Yes, not all things need to be said, but there is a purpose in giving words to feelings. That's how you can bring them into the real world. Chev, you can't let Emma guess how you truly feel forever. Just tell her. (...) The average person can't read minds like you do. Don't assume that Emma knows everything just because you do." (—Clavis to Chevalier, in Chevalier's route)

"I would never allow my lovely fiancee to live a life of fear. And so I must take it upon myself to indulge her in a life of joy." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"I'm charming, aren't I?"

"Here you are, alone in a secret room with a handsome prince. Why are you only interested in those lifeless husks? (...) That's a little offensive, you know."

"Haha! Go to hell." (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Goodness, I've never visited that bookstore, and to think it was hiding a gem all this time..." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"Dear me, it looks like they started running the second they spotted me. Haha! That's optimistic of them. " (—Clavis talking about Yves and Licht to Emma)

"You could at least call it artistic. My handwriting conceals talent that would surpass that of a genius artist. (...) It's readable. So long as you take the time to decode it! Haha!" (—Clavis to Jin)

"Ah... Hahaha! I can't believe you headbutted me! You should've slapped me, at least."

"There's no rule that says you have to drink alcohol once you come of age. That said, it might be more romantic to let you get drunk and then take care of you until you sober up. Wait here, I'll just get some—"

"Of course, I'm not trying to criticize your own personal standards for good and evil. But throughout our lives, we're constantly being confronted by our perceptions of good and evil. And there are times when we might regret it later, if we decide to be critical of something simply because 'it's evil'. Our own individual standards for good and evil may not always be aligned with the kingdom's standards for good and evil. And if that happens, wouldn't you want to remain true to your own standards? To what you believe is good and right?"

"So you're comfortable drinking. I'll keep that in mind." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"(...) I'm well aware that of all the princes, I was the one most loved by his mother. Although I suppose it's not really a surprise, given how adorable and cute I was. (...) Haha! Why are you apologizing? There's no rule that says we can't talk about the deceased. And there's no need to feel guilty, either. I'm not some silly child who gets all worked up just from thinking about her." (—Clavis talking about his mother to Emma)

"I love drawing attention to myself, you know that. I wanted everyone in the palace talking about me, so I made it seem as if I'd gone missing." (—Clavis to Sariel)

"...You're surprisingly sweet on Emma, aren't you?" (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well obviously, because I like rabbits. And from what I know of rabbits... They may seem aloof, but they're actually very sweet and loving, and if you're lucky, they'll even let you see that side of them. I think they're adorable. And despite being delicate and easily frightened, they won't run from anything—they'll stand their ground and put on a brave face. I can't think of any other creature that instills in me such an urge to protect them. You see? Everything about them is lovable." (—Clavis talking about Emma secretly)

"But that's why Rhodolite is so well-balanced. If we all agreed with Leon, the kingdom would constantly be in danger from outside. If we all agreed with Chevalier, it would end up a dictatorship."

"You're about the only person who willingly visits the brutal beast's lair."

"Just so we're clear, this doesn't even count as a setback to me. I've tasted defeat countless times at the hands of a brother more beastly than anyone in Obsidian. I've never once made the right choice. I'm a loser, constantly making mistakes, and constantly being laughed at for them. (...) When you fail, it's easy to give up. It's easy to think your ideas are wrong, and yield to the right choice. But this is what I do. Every time I fail, I get up again, and I fight even harder, so that next time, maybe I won't fail. I don't care about what's right for the kingdom. I stay true to what's right for me, and that's the only way I've found any meaning in my life. Even if what I believe to be right and true is actually wrong, and even if I'm called evil and wicked for doing what I do... I'll fight against the brutal beast's methods with everything I have in me. And I'm not going to die until I've made him kneel before me, and accepted that my beliefs are just as righteous as his are. (...) And since I've spent my life tasting nothing but defeat, I think I can declare this with some certainty. So long as you go on living, you'll never really be a loser. Because there is no such thing. Even if you lost this time, you just have to win next time to be the winner. And if nothing else, you'd be able to die a prouder man than you will now. (...) Today's failures will lead you to tomorrow's hope. Always, as long as you don't give up. And that's why I'm going to get up and try again. What about you? Are you going to die a dog's death here?" (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"What a shame... Were my hands not bound right now... I'd already be making love to you."

"Haha! Not a chance. I adore her." (—Clavis denying disliking Emma to Gilbert)

Cyran's bonus quotes:

"(...) Prince Clavis lies incessantly, so feel free to ignore everything he says. (...) Everything. You've no need to be worried about his feelings, or even keep him company. And it might be in your best interests to refuse to eat any of this." (—Cyran talking about Clavis and his cooking to Emma, in front of Clavis)

"You're still half-asleep, aren't you? You're a disgrace." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"When we finally catch up to him, I think we should team up and give him a good scolding!" (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Since you left me behind like that, I've decided to hold a grudge against you forever. (...) Do it again and I'll throttle you, master or no. Just so you know." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I'm afraid that Prince Clavis's plan is truly stupid. A prince in his right mind would never even plan such a thing, and the average person would recoil in shock at the very idea of it."

"Prince Clavis, you can't just go casually tossing your head in her lap like that. My Lady, you're more than welcome to slap him awake at this point."

"(...) despite all that, there was one fool prince who stormed into the camp where the prisoners were being held. Yep, I'm talking about the idiot prince currently sleeping like a babe in your lap."

"From the way he acts, it's easy to mistake him for a fool and a scoundrel, but... at heart, he's the kindest, most compassionate man I've ever met." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"...So where is he, this handsome man? (...) ...You're a total mess right now, you realize. You look dreadful. Want me to get you a mirror?" (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I truly am sorry, but... I've been ordered to inform you that, and I quote, 'your prince is in grave danger and needs you to rescue him! Ahaha'! (...) ...He insisted I include the 'ahaha' at the end." (—Cyran delivering a message from Clavis to Emma)

"Very well. I'll inform him that you said to die in pain and agony." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Chevalier)

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