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[dear-mrs-otome]

Silvio Ricci - 1st Birthday (His POV) - Yet Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “Cut it out, back off!”)

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio’s 1st birthday story in his POV.

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Birthdays are the easiest occasion of the year to close a deal. No time to rest, as many merchants come looking for investments - Silvio’s never had any doubts on that matter. In fact, he’s always thought it was the best way to celebrate a birthday.

Until that cheeky woman prodded a sore spot.

~~~~~~~~

“You’re late,” he tells her, when he finally sees her amidst the hectic preparations for his birthday party. Pissy because she's dawdled when a few hours prior he’d summoned her with an invitation.

And the effing dog is along, too.

Said 'dog' reminds Silvio that his mistress took time out of her busy schedule to come. "Don't you think she deserves a thank you at least?"

Silvio retorts that he doesn't remember summoning HIM, but Rio just cheekily reiterates that his place is by his lady's side. To which Silvio says he'll just put Rio to work as well then, if that's the case.

He calls out to have Rio assist wherever they're short-handed. Usually a birthday party would be put on by the host country, but since he's using it as a business venture he'd declined - other than the venue, all other preparations and work is being done by Benitoite servants and Rhodolite he's hired…but they still would be hard-pressed to say they had enough manpower.

Rio tries to push back against this, and Silvio points out that he, a mere butler, doesn't have grounds to refuse a foreign prince's commands.

"With all due respect, the only commands I heed are my lady's -" Rio starts to retort, but Emma cuts him off and says it's fine, asking Rio to please lend a hand. 

She gets it, unlike the damned dog, he thinks - realizing she must have known what battles to pick. She’s got some backbone at least, unlike the reluctant dog.

Rio warns her that if anything happens to definitely call him, he’ll rush over the moment she does. She thanks him but Silvio castigates him for treating people like they’re something to be suspicious of, and he shoos Rio off to join the huddle of servants. Then he turns back to her, and orders here to follow him.

Back in the room he’d rented to store gifts in, there’s more than there were before again. He hasn’t really had occasion to have a birthday in Rhodolite, and there are more gifts here than he’d expected - though not as many as in Benitoite. But he’s bound to find a few places to invest amongst this many.

Well, that is, after…

He puts a hand on the stunned woman’s shoulder, and smiles. “You’re my maid starting now.” At her confusion, he continues. “I want you to give me your birthday present in the form of labor.”

“....I’m sorry, what?” she replies.

“You got eyes, don’t play dumb,” he fires back. “I want a list made of all the gifts here, so that I can match the sender with what’s inside.” She’s merely silent in response, and he tells her it’s pointless if it’s not finished before his party - so get cracking.

He’d decided from almost the start to have the woman’s help with this - not only did it provide the benefit of harassing that effing dog, but he knew that if he didn’t there’d be no birthday gift of any sort from her.

It pisses me off that the fucking dog gets a present and I don’t.

With her still complaining, he slouches down in a chair. “I told you to move your hands, not your mouth. We’re shorthanded.”

It’s not a lie to say that there aren’t enough people…and he hopes she does prove more useful than the other maids.

Only for him to be stunned a short while later, when she more than proves herself to be so. Despite her dissatisfaction, she does her job properly, and he can see the thought put into making the list clear for the reader. It pleases him greatly, and he considers having her draw up documents for other projects also…

Pondering this as he looks over the list, he can suddenly feel her gaze on him. 

“Prince Silvio…” she begins.

“What?”

“What’s this list used for?” she asks.

Bemused that she’s only just now asking, he explains it’s for business dealings, which she echoes in confusion. He explains how the gifts that are brought to him are product samples, in essence. Looking up from the papers to point at the gift that she’s holding in her hands and elaborates how, for example, the carved rose she’s holding was made by a new metalworker. If he thinks their work has value, he’ll consider investing in them.

“Birthday parties are the place to close those deals - there aren’t many places in Rhodolite where someone can discuss such ventures directly with me. All the merchants in this country send me their goods. I’m always looking for new investments,” he finishes. “I’ll compare the list you made with the goods and prioritize who to meet with from there.”

He chides her that if she gets that, she should not drag her feet and keep working.

Her expression looks at a loss - more gifts have been arriving without pause while she was making the list, so it’s no wonder she’s fed up with the unending task. But he’s not about to let her off the hook, though. 

When he tries shifting his attention back to the list once more, she returns the carving to the box with her gaze turned down. “Aren’t you lonely?”

“Huh?” he asks, surprised.

“Because…it’s your birthday. In theory, it’s supposed to celebrate the day of you being born…but it seems like business comes before any celebration,” she explains. 

“What does it matter? If I can find a good investment, that’s not a bad thing,” he counters.

There’s nothing wrong with relationships built on money. Like the woman has pointed out, all the gifts here are meant to broach business rather than honor a birthday. There’s really nothing of genuine celebration here.

…It’s better than not being noticed at all on your birthday.

He’s never complained. Never been dissatisfied. But…that doesn’t mean he thinks nothing of the woman’s questions. “Well, it’s not that I don’t get what you’re saying,” he tells her, to her silence. “If I am ‘lonesome’, what are you going to do about it?”

“...Didn’t you say me working like this was your birthday gift?” she replies.

“Ha. You don’t feel like ‘celebrating’ either, do you?” he points out flatly. This has been a bunch of idiocy to listen to, and dismissing it he looks back at the list to plan out his deals again. He’s not interested in discussing a bunch of weakling crap. 

This is a party about finding mutual benefit. No more, no less. There’s no need for ‘feelings’ in business…and sourly, he curses to himself and thinks how he could use a drink right now.

~~~~~~~~

Just before the party began, she finished her work, and Silvio had grabbed her when she’d been so overjoyed to be finished, to order her to go to the party next…

“Oh, don’t you look like you’re pouting,” Nokto says to him, asking if he hasn’t had a fruitful business meeting.  The fox bastard, 7th prince of Rhodolite, approaches him with a satisfied, smug grin.

“I’m certain business is going well,” Silvio replies.

“Oh really? If it’s not that…I wonder if it has anything to do with her not being here?” Nokto smirks, and Silvio keeps silent. “I was sure you’d force her to come to the party. Where is she now then?”

“I don’t know.” The moment he’d taken his eyes off her, she’d run away - the damned dog gone too. He’s annoyed she gave him the slip because he was so busy dealing with guests.

“I see, I see…that’s why you’re in a bad mood,” Nokto says, smiling.

Silvio scowls and says that he’ll have her make up for it later - only for Nokto to point out that it doesn’t hinder his business dealings if she’s not there, does it? It’s rather unusual for him to give a fig about a guest that has nothing to do with his business, right?

“You need entertainment at a party, don’t you?” Silvio argues.

Nokto muses that the entertainment might just have become today’s main event, but he waves it off when Silvio presses him on that and instead suggests that he and Silvio chat at some point - he’s sure they can come to some good agreements. 

He toddles off to talk with guests, leaving Silvio to wonder how the side entertainment could become the main deal. And then, around the middle of the party, she returned.

Once his main priorities had been addressed, and the socializing slowed down a bit, the woman and the damned dog appear, not apologetic in the slightest. As if blithely unaware of their offense. 

He’s surprised they came back at all, frankly, and before the next guest can try to step up and talk to him he walks over to them. “You got some real nerve running away when you’re my maid, don’t you?” he accuses her, before turning to Rio. “And you, fecking dog, you abandoned your duties too.”

“I’m not your dog,” Rio retorts, before turning and asking if his mistress won’t reconsider and change her mind about this after all.

“It’s true, coming back and immediately being cursed at makes one want to give up on the whole thing…” she agrees with Rio.

“What are you talking about?” Silvio demands, only growing more suspicious and irritated when Rio and Emma wave it off in unison, and threatening to have them both tossed out of the party for being disrespectful. 

But he’s cut off in the middle of his rant by the woman. “Are you sure you want to say that, Prince Silvio?” And with a proud look on her face she presents him with a simple box.

He hadn’t thought she’d bring anything…but it’s not hard to imagine what the box is, tied up with a careful ribbon. “...You’re not saying that’s a gift for me, are you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she replies. “I made it, along with Rio.”

He stares in silence, taken aback - realizing that’s the reason she’d dashed off and left. Not just her, but the damned dog too…

A memory comes to mind, a past scene in Benitoite, with an unnamed voice. “This is for you, big brother. I thought I should at least give you a present.” The voice points out how if at least one person doesn’t genuinely celebrate his birthday each year, it’d be lonely. “No, I don’t like the idea of my big bro being sad!”

That scrap of the past that lingers for a moment raises a feeling he hasn’t felt in quite some time. It’s been three years since I received such a simple gift.

“From the looks of you, it seems you don’t want it, even though my lady made it for you…ah well, c’est la vie. Why don’t we eat it together later?” Rio suggests to Emma. 

She agrees slowly that it doesn’t seem like Silvio’s happy with it, only for him to cut her off and berate them both for putting words in his mouth. He snatches the box from her, wondering what they might have come up with on the spot since they didn’t seem to have known it was his birthday. He places it on one of the tables lined up in the hall and unties the ribbon - opening the lid and lifting out a small rose cake. It’s decorated with fruits and sugar confections in the shape of a flower - like nothing he’s ever seen in Benitoite.

He wonders with surprise if it’s a traditional way of celebrating birthdays in Rhodolite. It’s clearly handmade, not the perfect product of some professional baker.

Scolding them for not bringing him a fork and plate if they gift someone cake, he asks if they expect him to eat it with his fingers. 

“...Wha, are you going to eat it right now?” she asks, stunned.

“If I don’t eat it now, when am I supposed to eat it?” he retorts. “It’ll lose its flavor if you wait.”

He still can’t quite believe he’s been presented with an amateur’s homemade cake. And from all around he can feel people’s sharp stares on him - but he doesn’t feel like dealing with them at the moment. It’s obvious inferior to all the gifts around it, a trifle really, but it intrigues him. And although he keeps his calm while accepting the slice cut for him by the damned dog, inside he’s brimming with curiosity.

He cuts a small piece off and brings it to his mouth, baffled how a rose cake might taste. Really damned sweet, is the answer…but still, there’s a deliciousness that you can’t find with something made en masse by a bakery.

“Points deducted for the fact that some fecking dog helped, but I’m willing to give you a pass on this,” he proclaims on a smirk. “This country really does make everything about roses.”

The damned dog and the woman look at each other. The woman’s happiness is obvious - and he knows the dog’s tells well enough to know when he’s happy, so he can see she’s not the only one. Both seemingly pretty proud of themselves…but he has to admit to himself that he’s a bit pleased too.

Eventually he finishes the cake, and has a passing servant bring some drinks - not just for himself, but for three people. “You guys should drink today too. In Benitoite, we celebrate birthdays with alcohol.”

“Have you had enough of me playing maid?” she asks, but he insists no - it’s her job now to drink and wait on him.

For today, he thinks, he’ll even let her sassiness slide. 

In actuality, he was going to order her about more and more, but he lost interest…and he couldn’t hide his broad smile.

~~~~~~~~

After the party, when most of the guests had begun making their way home, he’s walking through the garden in the summer evening breeze. But it’s not a stroll he’s partaking in…

Earlier, a servant in the hallway had stopped him and told him he’d seen the young lady heading to the garden, but she seemed a bit off. “She looked to be unsteady on her feet, should I go after her?”

“Ah, no, it’s fine. I’ll go and get her,” he’d replied.

He’s walking along now, sour that she’s gotten so far after he’d let her go when the party ended. The fact that she’s alone too, no fecking dog, means that she went back to her room and then left it again without going to sleep. Just what in the hell is she doing?

Eventually he spots her, leaning against the railing of a garden bridge, staring blankly up at the sky. “Oi, drunkard. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m not drunk enough to be called a drunkard,” she protests.

“That’s what every drunkard says,” he counters. “Don’t wobble around here, hurry up and head back to your room.”

“Why…are you here, Prince Silvio?”

“Just needed a change of scenery,” he deflects offhandedly, averting his gaze. Telling himself it’s because he just wanted a dig at that damned dog…not because he was worried or anything.

She pushes away from the bridge, and her delicate frame sways unsteadily.

“Tch, what did I tell you?” By reflex he reaches out to brace her, bringing her closer. A shudder running through him but he manages to tamp down the urge to withdraw his hand. She apologizes and thanks him, and he points out that she can’t walk in this state. “If you say ‘I’ll serve you for the rest of my life’, I’ll carry you on my back.”

“...I’ll do my best to walk,” she flatly refuses.

Uncharming as ever, he thinks on a scowl. She pulls away from his hand and begins to wander off, leaving him to sigh with frustration and circle around in front of her toddling path again. Unable to just sit back and watch after all. 

He takes off his cloak, and turns to offer his back to her.

“Prince Silvio?” she questions.

“Hurry up,” he tells her. 

He was the one who got her drunk, after all. He’d noticed her drinking at a hefty pace, but clearly didn’t know her limits…and silently he scolds her for being an idiot and forcing herself to drink.

“I’m not going to serve you for the rest of my life,” she insists.

“That was a joke - don’t make me change my mind,” he threatens. She seems at a loss, but seemingly realizing it was pointless to resist, she finally does as he bid and climbs up.

He sucks in a breath at the feeling of her soft warmth against his back, steeling himself to grit his teeth and bear with this, because he had volunteered. When he begins walking with her piggyback, he can feel her breath on him no matter how much he dislikes it.

….Ahhh, damn it all. I can’t calm down. I knew I shouldn't have done something I'm not used to.

He used to carry his cheeky little brother on his back, but this is the first time he's ever carried a woman like this.

"...This is sweet of you," she tells him.

"No. It’s just if I carry you on my back, that damned dog will be so bitter," he argues.

"I don't think that's the only reason you're carrying me."

"Wha?"

"Also -" She puts her arms around his neck, and hugs him blithely.

This person! He can feel his face burning, his whole body trembling - this unpleasantness at about his limit. "Cut it out, back off!"

Her only answer is to let out a little giggle.

"I'll drop you, you little…" he threatens.

"No you won't."

"What makes you so sure of that?" he asks.

"It’s just my hope that you won’t."

He doesn't reply - only thinks to himself that she shouldn't get carried away. Adjusting her on his back with a click of his tongue. What he'd like to do is just let go and drop her,...but he can't, which is why he's having such a hard time. Cursing himself for not just leaving the drunk woman alone like he should have.

Whether it's basic human decency, a jab at that damn dog, or some other emotion entirely…he can't say why he's walking around with a woman on his back, grappling with his discomfort like this.

"Damn it…it's my birthday, but I have to be pushed around by you!" he curses.

"Consider it my revenge for using me," she fires back.

He grumbles that she’s still holding onto that, when she startles him with a sudden exclamation. “Don’t scream in my ear!! What is it now, you drunk??” Every time she speaks he can feel her breath on him, and he’s silently begging her to give him a break. 

“Happy birthday, Prince Silvio.”

“Huh?” The words he hears from her next have him stopping in his tracks.

“I feel like I forgot to say so when I handed over the cake…but I’m wishing you one, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Ha…it’s a little late for that.”

She’s not charming, but she has strange tastes, he thinks. Saying she’d celebrate him like that, despite being aware of her usual bad attitude. He’s confident in his ability to tell when people are lying, because of his line of work, but he doesn’t get that impression from her words at all.

“Just for today…I’ll let your insolence slide.” The voice he says that in is so tender it disgusts him.

Not that I’m happy about it…not that I wanted you to celebrate it.

However…when she’d said ‘happy birthday’ in such a soft tone, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pound a little. Quickly though he tells himself that can’t mean anything - clearly, it’s just all these unpleasant feelings throwing him off.

…I don’t know who I’m even making excuses to.

The scent of the roses riding the summer breeze seems even sweeter than usual. 

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[dark-frosted-heart]

The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (His POV)

CLAVIS YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

In front of my fiancee, I’ve  always considered myself to be an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman.

If Emma feels even an ounce of unhappiness, it’s the loving gentleman’s disgrace—

I plan to keep working hard at it every day.

--

(It’s that time already…)

I’ve been holed up in my room dealing with documents for several hours already—

After the usual breakfast with Emma, briefing with servants, waking Chevalier up, time slipped away as I got to work. 

As I moved to relax my body, which had become stiff after sitting in a chair for so long, a wave of sleepiness hit me.

(Perhaps I’ve been pushing myself to hard lately)

(It’s been a fruitful time, but I still haven’t gotten enough sleep)

(I have a meeting later…I can afford a short break)

I stumbled over to the sofa and sat down, sensing that I’m at my limit with the yawn I let out.

I removed my ascot tie, loosened my collar, and lied down.

(Still, the situation’s calmed down considerably…)

~~ Flashback ~~

Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?

Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.

Clavis: Yes, they’ll definitely pay us tribute. At any rate, the purpose of the company’s for me to arrange export destinations. I wonder how much jewelry will be collected to gain my favor. I’ll arrange a deal with the one whose jewelry best suits your taste as an honor to the winner.

~~ Flashback End ~~

Originally, the party with the jewelers was a strategy for Emma to gain footing.

(Jewelers' customers are mainly nobles…) 

(The information they see and hear spreads among other nobles)

(The more favor shown, the better the nobles’ attitudes toward Emma will be)

(Nothing wrong with taking measures)

(I also wanted to use that as an excuse to show off my cute fiancee)

~~ Flashback ~~

Merchant: I’ve heard rumors, but it looks like the real deal, Your Highness.

Clavis: Yes. Go home with that image of our wonderful bond seared into your memory.

Merchant: As you say. However, Your Highness must have a lot on your mind…

Clavis: Oh, what sharp ears you have?

Merchant: In our line of work, you’ll need to be well-informed or you’ll miss out on huge profits. His highness comes from a prestigious line that has served the Michel family for generations… I’ve heard that the head of the family is making some kind of move.

Clavis: What, it’s just some stubborn old man trying to play games with me. However, it’s not my intention for my fiancee to hear about this.

Merchant: Of course I’m aware of that. There’s already been rumors going around about Your Highness and the head of the family… People always want fresh rumors. I’ll do my small part to help. This is not just a quarrel between Your Highness and the head of the family… The huge profits coming from paying tribute to Lady Emma are what we merchants are after.

Clavis: Haha, you’re very competent. I also like to choose my business partners carefully, but I think I can work well with you. Can I expect great things…?

~~ End flashback ~~

(That party went well. Doesn’t look like Emma noticed anything was amiss)

(After all, there’s always troubling rumors when it comes to women related to royalty…)

(I can’t forgive such rumors that would wipe Emma’s smile away)

~~ Flashback ~~

Emma: Mhmm…All these sweets are just to my taste!

Emma: Their signature “Rabbit and Leopard love explosion cake” in particular is the tastiest…

Clavis: I see, I see. It was worth asking the owner for some privileges as an investor.

Emma: Ah, so it was Clavis’ idea after all.

Clavis: Haha. I didn’t think you’d notice. Your power of love never ceases to amaze me.

Emma: You’re just easy to understand. Hehe…I’m really fortunate.

Clavis: Hm?

Emma: With you, there’s always something going on every day, but I’ve never felt unhappy. Thank you always, Clavis.

~~ Flashback end ~~

(It’s my duty to protect that smile…)

(Both as a gentleman and as her fiance. I don’t want to be a useless man that causes her trouble)

Suddenly, my eyes landed on a rabbit plushie I had left on the table.

With this I could use as a substitute for Emma for when she’s not by my side.

I reached out for the rabbit and hugged it close as I fell asleep.

I’d be dead if anyone were to see me like this, but this room’s a safe space protected by a lock and key.

(Emma…)

(I wonder if you still feel fortunate at this moment…)

(...)

(...)

(...Mn…)

???: -vis…

(Wha…I think I hear…something)

(No…I’m still half asleep)

(Is it time…for the meeting already?)

(But…the bell hasn’t rung yet…)

Clavis: Nn…It’s not…time yet…

(I’ve been pulling a lot of all-nighters…lately…)

(Outside the rumors and the investments…there’s still more to do…)

(And…huh…)

(...)

Clavis: *yawn* I’m…sleepy…I’ve had enough, good night…

(I don’t want to…wake up…)

(...)

(...Mn…)

(That…scent…)

(Smells like Emma…)

(If…)

(If anyone could enter this room…it’d be Emma…)

(...)

(?!)

It took only a moment for me to wake up from my nap.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Emma right there, smiling at me.

Clavis: …

Emma: G-good morning…

Clavis: …

Emma: Are you still half asleep?

The moment I realized what was going on, I got to my feet.

I hurriedly grabbed my ascot tie hanging on the back of the couch and composed myself as I tied it.

(Damn it, I’m such an idiot…)

(I gave Emma the key to my room)

(If Cyril came calling for me and I didn’t respond, then he would’ve asked Emma for help…)

I casually stuff the rabbit into a corner of the sofa.

Clavis: Emma…

Emma: Yes?

Clavis: What did you see?

Emma: Your sleeping face.

Clavis: Did I say anything strange?

Emma: You said something cute.

Clavis: …I see …

I couldn’t put on my usual smile and hid my face with a hand.

(I talked in my sleep, and she probably saw the rabbit too…)

(...I feel like dying)

Somehow, my face felt hot enough to boil water.

Emma: Are you, by any chance, embarrassed?

Clavis: Haha, there’s no way. It’s just that, you know… Yes, I thought it strange for you to sneak into my room without permission.

Emma: Hehe…You prank me often.

I thought I’d return the favor.

Clavis: I see…you got me

(I never thought someone would try to get revenge at this point…)

(My cool front’s now ruined, isn’t it?)

(Does she think I’m cute or something…? It’s okay, really)

When the heat somewhat subsided, I removed my hand from my face.

Emma’s eyes weren’t filled with disappointmentーThey were sparkling.

Emma: And it’s my dream to become a Clavis master.

Clavis: Hm? What’s with that amusing title?

Emma: It’s a title reserved for those that you know ins and outs, and can hold the reins.

It was a great learning experience today to see Clavis after you woke up from your nap.

Clavis: …

(If you say so, then you’ve already become a master)

(Because you’re the only one that has me completely wrapped around your finger)

Emma: By the way, Clavis. Here.

Emma pointed at a spot above my ear and I quickly smoothed that spot down.

I felt the bounciness of my bedhead and wanted to jump into a hole.

Emma’s shoulders shake and she looks down as if she couldn’t hold back anymore.

(Well if Emma’s enjoying herself then it’s not so badー)

(ーNOT. I need to fix this as soon as possible)

Clavis: That’s a good attitude, my dear fiancee. I like your courage to prank me as part of your journey to becoming a master.

However…

I grabbed her hand and sat her on the sofa before pinning her down.

In the same way, I’ve mastered Emma.

I think about her all hours of the day.

In this case…I could think of one or two tricks.

Clavis: You should be more careful.

It’s too naive to be satisfied with a prank. You have to expect payback.

I kissed Emma’s forehead before sliding my lips down to her cheek and then jaw, turning her face a bright red.

(Good…)

Continuing my attack, I placed a hand on her smooth leg and let it crawl upward.

I fiddled with her skirt, which had hiked up from me pushing her down.

Emma: C-Clavis…It’s almost time for the meeting!

Clavis: I know.

Emma: But your hands are still wandering…!

Clavis: Thanks to you, I woke up ahead of schedule. I have plenty of time to tease you.

(If I want to call myself an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman, I’ll need to forget what just happened)

Any protest is silenced by a kiss.

This usually sweeps Emma awayーor so it would seem.

However, just as our lips parted, my cheeks were caught between her hands and pulled back in.

(Wha…)

Emma took the lead and kissed me. It wasn’t a sweet peck, but an adult kind with a lot of tongue.

I was taken aback, not expecting this kind of retaliation.

Emma: Don’t underestimate me.

I’ve been poisoned by you to the point that Cyril side-eyes me.

(...)

(Ah…Forget it)

(In front of such a lovely thing, my mistakes are not important)

Clavis: When did you get so good at handling me?

Emma: Hehe, does that mean you approve?

Clavis: Yes, I’ve lost.

(Emma is so much better than me)

Emma: You can leave yourself to me.

With Emma, my fatigue’s washed away by happiness.

(At the end of the day…I’m working for myself, not my lovely fiancee.

(To make this happiness eternal…)

(Let’s go the extra mile)

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[hakuoyuki]

Hello! Opinions on ikepri mc?

Hello～

I actually shared my opinions on other asks before and since my opinion is still the same, I hope you don't mind me linking all those posts here instead ^^

→ General Comparison of JP and ENG MC [Contain Spoilers from parts of all Starter Routes for both ENG and JP versions]

→ Nokto's ENG MC specifically (+ with Side by side comparison of parts of Nokto Chapter 1 Part 2 & Part 3 between JP & ENG)

→ Personal ranking on Ikemen Series MCs

#asks #ikepri #ikemen prince #in summary i love nokto's JP MC his dynamic with her is PERFECT much love truly honestly #but ENG nokto and nokto's ENG MC dynamic together is just... something else entirely and that does not sit well with me at all #there is a super clear distinct contrast between the way nokto and his mc act in JP vs in ENG

[dear-mrs-otome]

Silvio Ricci - Maid Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “It’s not so bad having you around...”)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio’s event story + premium ending. There will be mistakes. I hope you still enjoy it regardless. Do note there is some continuity with prior stories, where Emma references the pretend lover events of the past!

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“Prince Silvio…what is this?” Emma asks.

“Huh? It’s should be obvious just from looking at it. Unless your eyes are blind?” he replies, his words setting her hands shaking.

This morning, Silvio had appeared at her room kicking her door in as he usually does, shoving something at her without comment. It was a navy blue dress, sewn from fine silk, with a lacy apron and the Benitoite crest embroidered on one sleeve. Garter belt, stockings, even shoes - the whole shebang.

“It looks like a maid outfit to me,” she finally replies, and he scoffs at her obvious answer.

She wonders what exactly he wants her to do with this, and he tells her she’s got five seconds to get dressed, much to her utter horror.

When she finally recovers from her shock, she manages a protest. “Why do I have to be your maid?!” Not just that, but why out of the blue like this?

He explains that all of the Benitoite servants are busy on errands today, leaving him without any. She still protests that this is ridiculous, but he only frowns and tells her to be quiet - and hurry up and change or else he’ll strip her himself. 

“Do that and I will bite you,” she warns. “Literally!”

He grins for her to go ahead and try, he’ll make sure it’s a diplomatic offense…and she realizes his gaze is completely serious here. There’s no way the tyrant is taking no for an answer on this.

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“Happy?!” she asks him when she walks into the drawing room where he’s gone, after changing into the outfit.

He glances up from the chair he’d been lounging in, looking over documents, and frowns. Criticizing the way she’s got the uniform on, leaving her to grouse to herself over the first thing he says being nitpicky, when he tosses aside the paper and reaches up to retie the slightly crooked ribbon at her neck. 

“Thank you,” she concedes. “You have a very deft touch.”

“Idiot. You’ve just zero refinement.”

She’d never though the day would come when she’d hear Silvio describe her as coarse and unpolished, and she can’t help feeling a little embarrassed. Only made worse when he wonders aloud if this is gonna work out - if she’s going to be his maid, she can’t half-ass things, whether that be her work or her appearance.

Aaaand he’s ridiculously strict, she thinks. 

She fires back that it’ll be fine, but she’s not about to work for free either. If she does this, she’s expecting some compensation.

“Ha, who do you think I am?” he smirks. “You’ll be well rewarded. Now let’s go.”

His sudden command takes her by surprise, as he gets up and makes immediately for the exit, leaving her to hurry after him. “Prince Silvio -”

“That’s ‘Master’,” he corrects her.

“....Master, can I ask what your schedule is today?” she grudgingly complies.

He rattles it off for her - eight client meetings, one luncheon, one dinner party, and five inspections. Leaving her overwhelmed at the sheer number of things. “Your job today is to work hard for me, alright?”

“....That’s not alright,” she sulks.

He reminds her that a maid always has a smile for her master, not a sour face, as he stops to look back and pinch her cheek with his fingers.

Why is it always HER he chooses for this kind of stuff? she wonders….but resigns herself to making the most of this ridiculous fiasco by using it as an opportunity to observe.

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“This particular piece of jewelry is a sample, but we are thinking of mass-producing it for the common folk.” The mansion of a wealthy jewelry merchant is their first stop of the day. She stands behind Silvio where he’s leaning back on the couch, looking over the samples laid out for him - waiting patiently with a smile to be called upon, like a good maid.

Not that she really knows the first thing about how to be a maid, but she’s hoping this is passable.

Silvio seems unimpressed by the drop in quality accompanying the effort at producing the pieces in large quantity, at least for the price they’re suggesting, and he counters that if they can produce something a grade higher than this he’ll consider investing in a factory.

“At the same price?!” the merchant sputters. “That’s…”

“You’re spending too much on raw materials,” Silvio tells him, before calling out to Emma. “...Maid.”

“Y-y-yes?!” Flustered by being called on suddenly, she lets out a loud strangled yelp of a reply, and Silvio turns his gaze down for some reason. 

She’s panicking, thinking she’s totally screwed up, as he keeps his head down, hiding his face. “Give me the documents.”

No, that’s not it…she realizes, when he holds his hand out towards her expectantly and she can see it’s trembling, as if he’s suppressing something.

Unbelievable…is he laughing?? She’s fuming, indignant, because even she can get nervous sometimes! And when she hands the papers to him with a little more force than necessary, he takes it and clears his throat. His expression all stiff.

He tells the merchant how they have similar setups in Benitoite, and offers the info on them as a frame of reference, which the merchant thanks him for. Commenting on how he’s never seen such meticulous documents before.

Silvio points out that messy ones are pointless for a businessman, and Emma realizes that it was Silvio himself who created them. She’d noted how neat and meticulous they were, and is surprised to find it was his own work…and vaguely impressed.

He stands then, and she realizes the meeting is over. Hastily making her way to the door to open it for him.

“I’ll be back in a week. I want results by then,” Silvio tells the merchant, before taking his leave. 

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The moment they make it into the waiting carriage, Silvio bursts out laughing. “Don’t be intimidated in business meetings, woman. It’s distracting.”

Hells, he totally did notice, she thinks with chagrin. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to figure out the correct way to act.” She’s never worked as a maid before, obviously, and when she’d tried to move she’d tensed all up.

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just stand there with your head held high, that’s all you need to do. Don’t stress over every single little manner - as long as you do what your master asks, I won’t complain. We’re dealing mostly with merchants today, not nobles. Nobody cares all that much about proper manners,” he tells her. “I’m all about results. Remember that.”

“...Alright,” she agrees. Admitting to herself that might have made her feel a little better, when he puts it that way. Maybe that’s why he said as much…?

But she dismisses that idea immediately as unbelievable.

He asks if she knows what her master wants now, and wracking her brains she asks if it’s a drink. But her answer only earns her a scowl. “Idiot, I’m asking you to hand me the documents for the next meeting.”

Hurriedly she digs them out of the bag they’d brought along in the carriage, and he grins and asks if he should make her turn about three times and bark if she messes up again - doggo obedience style.

“Absolutely not!” she retorts, even more determined now to do her best and not let him make a fool of her. 

She makes it through the next meeting with that determination, and the dizzying pace continues after that. Through demands for her to retrieve his stuff, to taking notes on the negotiations, to having her serve him at the luncheon (which almost ends in a spilled disaster but she saves it at the last second) - she does her best to carry out her duties properly.

Until they finally arrive at the last engagement of the day, and she’s exhausted. This party is the last thing on Silvio’s schedule, and she’s clinging to the fact that this will all be over soon. There’s no need for her to be right at his side during a party like this, so she’s free to hang back somewhere within eyesight, at the ready if he were to call. 

She can see him a short distance away, surrounded by merchants, but notes that he doesn’t look tired in the slightest. Is being as busy as this just everyday for him?

“Pardon me…aren’t you Prince Silvio’s maid?” A portly man, wine glass in hand, approaches her.

“I am. What can I do for you?” she asks him, noting that he smells strongly of alcohol. 

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk that he looks at her so frankly, observing that even for a maid it’s got to be boring just standing there. “This is a merchant’s gathering - you don’t have to keep up some noble’s decorum. How about a drink for you, maid?”

She thanks him politely for the invitation, but declines - though the man seems uninterested in taking no for an answer as he puts his hands around her waist and pulls her closer, to her dismay. “I’ve got some delicious drink over there. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too.”

There’s no one at all over in the place he’s referring to, and a shiver of unpleasant premonition runs through her. Acting rudely here would besmirch Silvio’s name…but…

She stomps on the foot of the man trying to pull her off to the deserted corner, and he lets out a cry, giving her the change to slip away as his arm loosens around her. 

“Why you little…” the man begins furiously. 

“Hey. What are you doing?”

Startled, she realizes that Silvio has come up behind her without her noticing, and she starts fretting over what to do - he looks pissed. Of course he would be, she figures - stomping on a man’s foot is hardly ‘proper’ behavior for a maid. “I’m sorr- mph?!”

Her apology is cut off by Silvio’s hand clapping over her mouth. “I wasn’t asking you.” He throws a sharp glare at the fancy man. “What do you want with my maid?”

“N….no, nothing, I’m so sorry!” The man manages a faster escape than she’d ever have expected from someone as portly as him.

Did Silvio just…protect her? When he pulls his hand back and she turns around, she finds him laughing his ass off at the guy running away with his tail between his legs after being shot down by a woman. “It would have been even more entertaining if you’d been wearing heels.”

“You’re not going to chew me out?” she asks, to his confusion. “Doesn’t the way a maid acts reflect on your reputation?”

He scoffs at the idea that any one thing she could do would possible hurt his reputation, smoothing a hand over her hair before ruffling it up messily. “There’s assholes like that at every one of these gatherings. If you don’t show them you mean business, they’ll take advantage of you.”

Silvio never tells her to simply put up with anything, she realizes. He encourages her to push back when anyone tries to trample her dignity, regardless of being a maid. Regardless of how her actions might cut into his bottom line or affect his profits - he doesn’t seem to care. 

She has to admit to herself, she respects that sort of thing. And the ideas been percolating for awhile now, but she’s certain that deep down Silvio is a good person.

“But…I’m not putting up with the rudeness,” he warns her.

“Oh no, Master certainly has a generous heart, so I think he’ll forgive me,” she counters saccharinely.

“That’s what’s so cheeky about you,” he smirks, the expression on his face pleased despite his words, and she’s taken aback by the sight.

No, no, no way, she tells herself. We are not getting all fluttery over this.

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When all is said and done, it’s late by the time they return to the castle. Silvio’s kept up appearances in public perfectly, but the second they walk into his room he collapses on the bed with an exhausted sigh that has her realizing he was putting up a front all along.

He bites out a curse at all the things crammed in today, and she agrees that he’d overcrowded his schedule. “Is it always like that?”

He says he doesn’t think he could keep up with a schedule like that if it was, and she does note that he looks absolutely wiped. Not even trying to lift the face he’s got buried in a pillow. She wonders if he’s going to just pass out as is, and thinks it’s a maid’s strange sort of privilege to see him like this. 

Maybe he would rest better without her, though. Aloud, she takes her leave, and turns to go - 

Only for Silvio to turn his face towards her while still lying down. “Wait. Who said you have leave to go?”

“But you can’t rest when I’m here,” she protests. 

He waves it off. “Don’t care. A maid is supposed to serve her master until he goes to bed.”

She tries to point out that he’s already there, but he corrects her - he’s not sleeping yet. 

He certainly looks like he should be, to her, as he pulls himself to sitting up and a yawn escapes him. “Soothe me, woman.”

“Sorry, what?”

He tells her he’s in the mood for some R&R right now. “I don’t care how you do it. If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go.” She starts to protest, but he cuts her off. “Of course, you won’t disobey your master, will you? If I’m not satisfied, we’ll spend the night together, so brace yourself for that, alright?”

ENDING CHOICE - PREMIUM

The night….together?!?! No no no no NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. Her mind races as she wracks her brain, trying to come up with some way to satisfy him. The only thing she can think of is one of the oldest tricks in the book - one she’s sure he’ll enjoy, given how exhausted he seems.

“If I may…” She moves around behind Silvio where he’s sitting on the bed, barely managing to keep her balance on the mattress sunk by his weight as she scoots closer. All while Silvio is trying to keep a distance from her as if wary of something.

“Wait, what are you going to do?” he asks. 

“What do you mean? I was thinking of rubbing your shoulders.”

“Stop messing around. Nobody said anything about rubbing shoulders!” He scowls at her. 

She protests that it’s the gold standard when it comes to helping someone relax, but he flatly rejects the idea altogether. She’s shocked to hear that there’s anyone in the world who doesn’t like having their shoulders rubbed, and he’s still frowning thunderously at her despite her not intending to mess with him.

She can’t quite smother her little laugh and smile at the sight of his grumpy face. “Maybe…you’ve never had your shoulders rubbed, Prince Silvio?” Silence is the only answer she receives, before she goes on, amazed. “It’s such a good feeling, but the richest man on the entire continent has no idea what it feels like…”

He warns her not to get carried away, but she assures him she’s not poking fun at him. She just honestly wants him to enjoy the feeling. “Why not at least give it a try and see how it goes? I’ll make you feel as nice as I can.”

“I said I don’t want it!”

“....Are you shy, is that it?” She asks, to his incredulousness. “Is that why your face is all red?”

He flinches, eyes going wide, as she points out it’s pretty suspicious the way he keeps running away from her too.

Until he finally tsks as she corners him, grabbing a bottle of drink off the side table and taking pulls directly from the bottle, not even bothering with a glass.

What the heck is he doing that for, just out of nowhere? she wonders. (It’s called liquid courage, Emma my dear LOL)

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand when he finishes, he turns his back to her on a frown. “Well, if you’re going to do it, then do it.”

“Really?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” he warns.

Coming to kneel behind him, she places her hands on his wide shoulders, recalling the various pressure points she’d read about in books as she slowly works her fingers, trying to loosen him up. Presumably because he’s not used to it, Silvio is tense beneath her touch.

“You’re pretty stiff,” she notes, but he doesn’t reply. “How is it? My friends all say I’m pretty good.”

“You’re surprisingly strong,” he concedes.

“Yes, it’s from carrying all those books - I mean, uh, I ah…work out, in case I’m attacked by some ruffians.” She’d almost stuck her foot in her mouth and blown her whole cover story with the reference to her bookstore job.

Silvio doesn’t seem to be paying her slip-up any mind though, as he sits there and rubs a hand over his chest. “No wonder you’ve got no charm.”

She kind of rolls her eyes at that, and they lapse into silence as she works…until Silvio starts to doze off, his head drooping. He really does look like he’s about to pass out at any moment, to her. 

“You can go ahead and sleep,” she offers. Knowing that if he does, she’ll finally be released from this whole maid thing. 

He seems to agree…but the moment he turns around, her whole field of view is turned upside down, leaving her flailing to catch up to what just happened. Realizing that he’s pushed her back down on the sheets, Silvio lying alongside her. She hastily tries to sit up, but before she can, he’s got her wrapped up as tightly as he can in his arms. 

Her heart begins pounding so hard that it feels as if it’s bruising itself on the inside of her ribcage. 

“I said you could sleep, I said nothing about dragging me into this!” she cries.

He counters slyly that it’s alright if it means soothing her master, and she scoffs aloud if it’s really possible to relax like this. 

“Oh yeah,” he says on a grin. “It’s very satisfying to see the woman who teased me so much all flustered and flailing around now, isn’t it?”

So it’s revenge, she realizes, as he tucks her up tight against him. “Even though you don’t like being touched?”

He points out that she was the one ballsy enough to suggest a shoulder massage when she knew he doesn’t like being touched, and she doesn’t have any answer for that save an awkward laugh.

“Well…it wasn’t bad,” he finally admits.

So he DID like it, she realizes…but then reminds herself that’s not the point right now. The two of them locked in perpetual battle, back and forth, even when simply conversing. Unable to free herself at all.

“....Why?” she finally asks, out of the blue.

“Why what?”

“I’ve been wondering this for awhile,” she begins. “Wondering why, if you don’t like women, you keep messing with me?”

“I’ve told you plenty of times. It’s to get under that damned dog’s skin.”

‘Damned dog’ means Rio, of course. For some reason unknown to her, Silvio seems to consider him his enemy. But… “Would you let a woman you hate stay with you all hours of the day just to harass someone?”

Awhile back, he’d had her play the role of his lover, and today the role of his maid. She doesn’t understand why.

She holds his gaze as she poses her question.

Only to have Silvio avert his somewhat awkwardly as he says it’s something he’s just gotta put up with too.

She has no reply for that, trying to process the fact that he claims he is using her despite his own antipathy to get to Rio no matter what. Something sharp, like a thorn, needling her heart at the thought. 

No, you already knew that, she tells herself. What did you honestly expect?

A feeling wells up inside of her that shunts that thorn aside. “I see, I see. So, totally against your will, you appointed me a maid?” He’s silent, unanswering, as she goes on. “Then I mustn’t disappoint, right?”

“Huh?” he asks, eyes going wide in alarm. 

“If I don’t pester you to the point where you beg me for mercy and say no more, then you’ll just keep ‘putting up with it’ and use me again.” 

She’s well aware of the fact that the man before her is the prince of another country, and she’s obligated to respect him. But that has no bearing on the feeling rising in her…so she puts her hand at his waist, and tickles him.

“Stop! Cut that out, damned woman!!” Silvio immediately cries.

Definitely ticklish at the waist, she thinks with unholy glee, as the arms he had her clamped tightly in place with loosen and he leaps up. But she gets to her feet as well, hands raised in prime tickling position before her as she moves closer to him. “I spent my one precious day off at your beck and call…and all you can say is it wasn’t your idea of fun either?” She points out this seems like a pretty fitting way for her to exact her revenge.

“That’s not what I said!” he protests.

“You basically did! Tomato tomahto!” she accuses.

“No! I put up with it because I don’t hate it!” His face reddens as he finishes. “It’s not so bad having you around…”

She freezes, stunned, and they both stare at each other silently. By the time his words finally sink in, her whole body is burning up. Reeling still from the so-called tyrant’s unexpected admission, a strangely electric air stretching between them, bittersweet and awkward.

Silvio opens and shuts his mouth repeatedly, never managing a sound, before turning his back on her as if to escape. “...I’m going to take a bath.”

“I’ll get a change of clothes then!” she hurriedly offers, grateful to be saved from the moment. He heads into the bathroom as she looks for clothes - grabbing some along with a dalmatian-print shirt and following. 

Only to be startled all over again when she walks in to find he’s already begun undressing. She hastily puts the clothes down nearby so as to avoid as much of an eyeful of nearly-nekkid Silvio as she can, and tries to make her excuses. “Alright, then I’m off!”

“Wait.” He grabs her by the back of the collar as she tries to go, and she’s almost ready to cry on the spot. “The deal was you worked until I fell asleep, wasn’t it?”

Stammering, she asks what more he wants - is she supposed to wash his back or something? But he only smirks at that, observing that he didn’t expect her to make such an offer.

This is bad, very bad, she’s thinking, as he goes on. “Well, how about you do just that then?”

“I was joking!!” she cries, but he grins and asks if she’s deaf. “Are you a sleaze?!”

“Alright, wash my hair and back,” he orders, taking delight in her raging as he leans in, his lips at her ear as he chuckles wickedly. “Serve your master wholeheartedly?”

Why though…why is her heart pounding so much, when it’s Silvio we’re talking about here??

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You can find the epilogue here.

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[dear-mrs-otome]

Dear Mrs. Ricc — Otome, I mean ~ Your description of sexy team story Silvio’s bit made me unable to breathe 😳 How can this asshole (lovingly) get anymore attractive????? If you could, would you please share more detailed summary? *Collecting all Silvio crumbs as a non-jp speaker 😭*

Sure, Nonny! Here's the whole story, irreverently rendered and nominally accurate.

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After the ruckus about Day of the Beloved, Emma’s outside in the gardens where it suddenly begins POURING rain - sunny blue sky obliterated in an instant. She’s chatting with Luke, whom she ran into along the way, and he’s commiserating about the crappy weather before he suggests they try and find shelter somewhere nearby rather than try and make it all the way back to the castle in this deluge. 

He takes his coat off and puts it over Emma to at least shield her a little from the rain, and he steers them towards the gazebo nearest to eke out some meager shelter - cheerfully brushing off her protests that he’ll get wet without his coat. She thanks him for the gesture, and thinks how considerate of him it is.

When they hustle to the gazebo though, they find some people already inside - Nokto and Silvio, who also ducked in to take shelter from the rain. Nokto’s got his jacket off, wringing water from it, and Silvio’s bitching about Nokto getting them caught out here even as Nokto’s sniping back that it was Silvio who was moaning about hating being inside the castle.

They’re both soaked to the bone as Emma points out (putting on her best ‘noble lady’ impression to keep up her story in front of Silvio) and Nokto’s just grinning that she and Luke are just as bad off as they are, especially Luke. Silvio seem impressed that Luke’s not just a tall guy, he works out a lot too.

Emma’s gotta admit to herself as she looks that Luke’s plastered wet clothing leaves little to the imagination, and it’s clearly true.

Luke turns it back around on Silvio with a grin though, and says him too - he might appear svelte but he’s got a lot of muscle. Silvio scoffs like, obvs…what’s a guy who sails on the regular gonna do with a scrawny body?? Emma can definitely see from his wet shirt that he’s got some niiiice proportions too.

Silvio then smirks that Nokto’s not exactly rippling with muscle, but Nokto’s nonplussed - he agrees he’s no beefcake but he DOES train still. Emma’s professional ‘wet shirt assessment’? Thin, but taut.

Then she mentally slaps herself like NO BAD BRAIN what are we thinking about right now?! It’s a bit overwhelming, manflesh on display plus the scent of the rain and cedar and everything else - they’re all three pretty damn sexy and she’s having a hard time looking (or not looking) at them, frankly.

They’re interrupted by someone’s voice, all pitched falsetto like a bad impression of her own. “Nokto and Luke and Silvio are all dressed so shamelessly, it’s hard to take my eyes off of them!” With a bad feeling, she turns to see Jin and Clavis coming into the gazebo too, all grins.

She’s sputtering that that’s NOT what she was thinking, but Clavis just laughs and tells her not to be shy, she’s got the creme de la creme of sexy princes all gathered in one spot here. Jin’s doing fake-Emma voice as he says, “Jin and Clavis are also soooo sexy!”

She’s begging Jin to please cut it out with the fake high voice, but he says he’s just speaking for her heart - and now CLAVIS goes on again all ‘Staaahhhp it’s so embarrassing to say that aloud - but also Jin aren’t you gonna take your clothes off??’ (please i can’t with these two I was laughing so hard here)

Jin of course just says, it can’t be helped if she wants he’ll just have to show off his male pride here too, and Emma’s thinking KDLFJSKDL WHAT IS WITH THESE PEOPLE as Jin seizes the slightest encouragement from Clavis’ fake-Emma urging to whip off his wet vest - gotta undo a button or two too, for good measure, to Emma’s dismay.

She’s having a REAL hard time finding somewhere safe to look right now - even looking at Clavis isn’t innocent, given the beguiling vision he makes with his wet clothes and his hair dripping with rain. Jin’s got that hard body, well-trained like Luke, but Clavis’ clothes are so well-tailored they make the most of every line of his body, even when NOT wet. Slender but taut, much like Nokto. (Clearly no flabby slackers in the bunch here lollll)

She’s gotta mentally slap herself a second time now too, that her mind’s been wandering in Gutterville, but Clavis immediately picks up on her bright red face and teases her about being overwhelmed by his abundant hawtness - which she quickly tells him he’s just imagining.

Jin wonders if it’s HIS forbidden charms then that have her all aflutter, and Nokto’s giving her a hard time about being a dirty girl seeing them all wet and getting hot and bothered by it. Poor Emma’s just flailing that that’s NOT IT!

It’s Luke that steps in and tells them to lay off pestering her, and she’s thinking gratefully how Luke’s the only one here on her side as she scoots closer to him - away from the dangerous other princes. Secure in the knowledge that he’d protect her no matter what. 

Silvio scoffs that they’re all really stupid - and she’s surprised to think that Silvio of all people might be an ally.

Only for him to ruin that idea a half second later when he declares confidently that not a one of them can hold a candle to HIS sexiness.

Yeah, no, she thinks. He's totally on the same side as Jin and Clavis.

He proudly proclaims that he's the reason her face is all red, and Clavis is like ohhh? A challenger appears eh? You seem pretty sure you can beat me, Silvio.

Silvio says definitely, no way he's gonna lose to Clavis' lack of appeal. Jin counters that everybody knows the princes of Rhodolite are famous for being hotties, nobody can argue that.

Nokto' just sorta rolling his eyes over all this posturing - he's clearly the sexiest. Clavis says if he's gonna claim that, does that mean he's gonna take part in this little competition?

Nokto declines, and he's trying to make a break for it but Clavis stops him with a hand on his shoulder - and Jin does the same to Luke, saying of COURSE Luke is going to do his country proud right??

Luke relents a little, if Jin says so, and Emma's thinking noooooo they got to Luke too 😭 Clavis declares that they'll award the title of Sexy Prince to whichever of them can make Emma blush the most…much to her chagrin.

She's steeling herself to not let even a hint of anything show on her face, as Clavis lays out the rules - no getting handsy, that's not gentlemanly at all, but anything else is fair game to try and charm Emma.

No THANK YOU, she tries to say, but she's totally overridden by Silvio stepping up to go first since he's got nothing better to entertain himself with. Emma, for her part, can't believe they're going through with this idiotic game.

Silvio suddenly starts in with a, hey woman. Look at me.

She was trying to avoid doing so but he reaches out and takes her chin, turning her gaze to meet his. Maybe because of the rain making his hair wet, his already handsome face looks even more alluring despite the haughty cast of it. She can practically hear him saying 'I'm the sexiest' all confidently.

But she's too annoyed at the thought of just admitting that aloud all honestly, so she turns her gaze away defiantly…a mistake though because now she's stuck peeping down at his body in the wet shirt. He really does have amazing muscles, now that she's up close enough to see well, and she's trying to wrap her head around how even a prince needs a body like that to go out to sea.

Looking to get back at him a little for his bullying, she reaches out and pokes one of those drenched pecs - only for Silvio to yeet himself away from her, red as a tomato as he's spluttering for her to knock that off.

Nokto's laughing his ass off that it's Silvio who turned red, not Emma. Clavis thinks this is hilarious too, pointing out that Emma has the upper hand here.

She kind of sheepishly apologizes to Silvio, surprised by how surprised HE seemed. But Silvio, still blushing, is cursing and says he's gonna call her a shameless hussy from now on.

You touched me first! she counters indignantly, but he doesn't wanna hear it - insists that it's okay for him to do so but not her.

She's fuming over what a tyrant he is when Jin cuts off their bickering before it can devolve into another of their never-ending quarrel, proclaiming it his turn to show off the eldest's charms. 

She takes a step back as she gets a wall o' tiddies in her face, and on a grin Jin says she's free to touch his irresistible body allll she wants. He'll even take his shirt off -

Emma cuts him off hastily, assuring him it's fine just the way it is! 

His heaving bosom of generous mantiddies is eyecatching, exuding a different sort of sexy from Silvio's. His poor soaked shirt fighting a losing battle to keep them contained. It's almost a bit too much though, and aloud she points out to Jin that he's gonna pop some buttons with just the slightest flex.

Luke and Clavis kinda snorting at that, and Nokto point out to wouldn't be the first time he's done something like that. Unrepentant Jin says ya, he just has some buxom maid fix it for him then - shirts don't stand a chance against his overwhelming level of sexy.

Silvio points that's just sheer beef, don't mistake it for attractiveness - and look at Emma's face, she doesn't exactly seem like she's into it.

Clavis laughs that they've got a tough audience here, but he's ready to avenge his elder brother's death. He moves Jin aside and steps up - closer than anyone else so far, despite his demeanor being the most gentlemanly. He rakes his wet hair back, giving her the smolder, and she can't deny she's affected at least a teensy bit. Clavis always has the bedroom eyes, so up close like this they're even more overpowered.

Maybe because she knows it’s all hollow though it’s got no real pull on her, and as Clavis prompts her for her opinion on his superior appeal, asking whether she’s intoxicated by him…she gives him a pretty noncommittal answer. And it’s crickets as the silence stretches on (Emma clearly feeling nada) until Clavis is just….Well? Nothing?

She asks what else there is to say or do (you can practically hear the deflating ego from here LMAO poor Clavis, we just witnessed a murder) and frankly, he’s too close so please step back.

Nokto bursts out laughing as he pushes the dumbfounded Clavis out of the way, and he grins that Emma’s a tougher nut to crack than he’d thought. Luke theorizes that she’s just too used to Clavis’ MO, as Jin tries to cheer him up and tells Clavis that HE’S proud of Clavis’ sexiness.

Silvio points out that Jin’s not actually comforting him at all…and Emma does feel a little bad for Clavis, who seems to still be frozen in disbelief.

If both brothers 1 and 2 have crashed and burned, Nokto says, then it’s up to him and Luke to defend Rhodolite’s honor. Luke says he doesn’t think he’s got any sex appeal, he’s been sitting this out from the very start…but Nokto proclaims he doesn’t have any doubts about HIS because it all comes down to pleasing a lady properly AKA in bed.

He’s throwing Emma a come hither glance, making a sexy show out of wiping away the raindrop sliding down his cheek. She’s gotta admit to herself that just like the others, Nokto has his own brand of je ne sais quoi. Everything his says and does manages to come across as an innuendo or vaguely lewd. Silvio’s got that sexiness of a man of the sea, Jin has that raw unbridled masculinity, Clavis has the enigmatic appeal of a mystery that’s hard to define….but Nokto has the manwhore ladykiller down pat. 

Nokto’s confident smirk falters a bit as she just stares back at him though, and he pouts that she’s starting to make looking at him with disdain a habit of hers. She agrees that she looks at him pretty icily, but Nokto (trying to make lemons outta lemonade, gotta give him props for optimism) he tries to turn this into a positive - that means she feels something right?? She wouldn’t bother leveling a cold look at someone she really cared NOTHING about, right? She’s desperately trying not to give in to her feelings and fall for him, clearly.

Clavis, Luke, and Jin all in perfect unison call this out as the bullshit excuse making that it is - and Emma thinks that she’s gotta agree. Nokto’s frowning over how hard everyone’s being on him.

Silvio’s laughing like, sucks to be you man - and then he calls out to Luke as the big slab of beef. Is he really not gonna do anything either? Luke seems surprised, and Clavis chips in to say that if they’ve all been wounded Luke should step up and take the blow to his ego too.

Luke says there’s no honor in THAT, this is crazy…but Emma speaks up then and leaves everyone dumbstruck when she says that she thinks Luke’s already very sexy just as he is. Luke’s like, really? And she says ya - giving him the once over, her eyes snagged on the water droplets running down his pecs. When put with his laid-back attitude, there’s a certain something she finds very attractive just looking at him. It’s sexy because it is so effortless.

Clavis, frowning, says wait - isn’t Emma being suspiciously nice to Luke? Jin says he’s clearly getting different treatment compared to the rest of them, and Nokto agrees she’s treating them like pests by contrast. 

She protests that she didn’t mean to do that…and Silvio states that it’s pointless to care anyways, even if she did it’s not like Luke really charmed her to the point of winning anyways. Luke asks if that means this silly battle is over - clearly there’s no ‘Sexy Prince’ to be crowned here.

Right about then, Emma lets out a sneeze, freezing now that Luke’s jacket has gotten sodden and water has soaked through it, getting her clothes wet and chilling her now. She takes the jacket off only to find that her dress is now as wet, if not WETTER, than the princes now. Apologetic, turns to Luke,  saying how sorry she is that his jacket is all wet now…but he’s only gaping at her in shock, for some reason. 

Bemused, she offers to wash it and give it back…her words trailing off awkwardly as she realizes ALL of the princes are gawking at her, wide-eyed. Until she finally asks them, what??? They’re all staring, and it’s Nokto who breaks the stunned silence to comment on how she’s wearing a different outfit than usual. She agrees, she’d changed into something a little lighter so she didn’t get hot going on her walk around the castle, just before it had started raining. She’s wearing a simpler dress than usual, a little white lace number.

And then slowly it sinks in to her.

White dress. Rain.

With a sinking feeling, she looks down at herself and sees that her dress is both plastered to her every curve AND because it’s white, is practically see through now - showing off her skin and underwear beneath. 

With a shriek of horror, she dives behind Luke, the biggest of them all, trying to use his body as cover to hide behind. Luke doesn’t hesitate to hold his arms out and try to block as much of her from the view of the other princes as possible, assuring her it’s okay they only saw a little bit. 

Clavis, soberly, apologizes. He says it was their folly to think they could claim the title of Sexy Prince, and Jin has to agree with chagrin - there’s no way this level of sexiness can be beat. Silvio, back to beet red, is telling her to just put a jacket on for the time being, shameless hussy that she is.

Congratulations, Nokto tells her, she’s won the championship. He wonders aloud what the winner gets then, and Clavis suggests they give Emma the title of ‘Sexy Princess’.

She sputters a THANKS BUT NO THANKS…and then, at the height of her misery, the rain suddenly stops and the sun peeks out again. As if the clouds had never existed at all. Jin jokes that her sexiness drove the very clouds away, and Clavis has to agree that she’s on another level entirely. Silvio grumbles over the time spent on all this nonsense, and Nokto suggests they all head back to the castle finally. 

It was beyond embarrassing, being gifted a title like ‘Sexy Princess’...buuuut she can’t in the end say that it was a bad thing, taking such lively shelter from the rain. 

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Silvio Ricci - Smexy Butler Teim - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: "Do something that makes me want to serve you.")

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio's butler story.

One day, when Rio’s called away from the castle on business for one reason or another, Emma is woken up by Silvio of all people kicking in her door bright and early. He saunters in, gloating about how he’s heard Rio is gone and ordering her imperiously to accompany him as he goes out today.

Emma, of course, is less than thrilled by this idea and turns him down flat, much to his irritation. He insists that she doesn’t have grounds to refuse a guest’s request, and scrambling to come up with an excuse that will fit with her ‘noblewoman’ cover story she tells him that it’s her day of leisure and her father forbids her from going anywhere without a butler in attendance. No Rio, no butler, no outing - aw shucks.

But Silvio just looks all shrewd at that.  “So if there was a butler, there wouldn’t be any problem?”

She hastily adds that Rio’s the only butler that’ll do for her, but Silvio dismisses that as her just being self-centered. She has a very very bad feeling as he leans over to say something she can’t hear to one of the servants, who looks baffled but leaves to do whatever he’s asked - and then he tells her she’d best meet him in the drawing room in a half an hour. If she tries to weasel out of it, he’ll have her brought there even if they have to make her, he threatens.

Furious at how goddamned IMPOSSIBLE this man is, she’s nonetheless resigned to having to comply…and thirty minutes later she’s outside the drawing room, bracing herself for whatever may come. Only to open the door and nearly keel over in shock at the sight that greets her - of Silvio, lounging on the top of a table dressed in a butler’s uniform.

“So, you’ve got nothing to complain about this, do you Mistress?” Silvio points out all triumphant. “Now there’s no reason for you to refuse to go out.”

She’s still trying to wrap her brain around this whole thing, just abject denial NOPE NO NU-UH. Silvio as her butler?? It does not compute, especially given that his rude, lackadaisical attitude just proves that he doesn’t have any REAL intentions of serving her. She asks if he really wanted her to go out with him that badly, and he agrees that’s part of it - but the bigger part is how delightful it’s gonna be to stick it to that ‘damn dog’ Rio when he finds out that Silvio was Emma’s butler.

She tells him his attitude is shit for a butler, and he says that’s because he hasn’t accepted her as his mistress. And any lady who can’t control her butler is simply incompetent.

She’s bristling at that, firing back that she wouldn’t want a butler like him anyways, but that only seems to amuse him.

“Oh? Don’t get cocky. If I tell you I’m going to be your butler, you’re just going to have to go out with me,” he insists. “But mainly…if you want me to act like a proper butler - do something that makes me want to serve you. That’s the beautiful thing about dogs, isn’t it?”

She’s trying and failing to ignore how her heart does an unsettling flipflop when he sticks his tongue out all provocatively at her with that.

Resigned, realizing he’s not going to give this up, she reluctantly agrees to the whole debacle, much to Silvio’s evil delight.

Much later, she’s back in her room utterly exhausted from taking him around Rhodolite all day. He’d wanted to sightsee apparently and she’d been his impromptu tour guide - but he’d never lose the rude boy attitude and she was drained from trying to hold onto his reins all day. Especially given that he hadn’t listened to a single thing she’d said.

Still…she supposes there’s some saving grace in how he had seemed to thoroughly enjoy every moment of today.

Now dressed back in his normal clothes, Silvio returns to her room and haughtily says she proved a more useful guide than he’d expected. She’s mainly just…did you still need something? And he proclaims he thought he’d give her a reward for her hard work today.

She’s freaking out as he pulls her in with his arms around her waist, spluttering about what he’s doing.

“What’s the use in getting upset over something like this? You’re my mistress, aren’t you?” he tosses back on a smirk.

She’s still NOPE NOPE, trying to protest when he cuts her off by stroking a hand at her hip, as if chastising her for talking back, and she’s gotta snap her mouth shut on the noise that’s trying to escape her at that (you can practically hear Emma furiously just telling her brain NOT HOT NOT NOW hahaha)

He’s gloating about how she suddenly quieted down, and then his stupidly ridiculously handsome face (her words even not mine, the tsun is strong with this girl) is drawing near and she closes her eyes - only to feel his warm fingers and something cool at her ears, and she realizes when she reaches up to check and looks in the nearby mirror that he’s hung exquisite pink jeweled earrings from her ears.

He says that if she’s a lady she should be wearing splendid things like this - she’s too drab and a noblewoman’s gotta keep up appearances. Before he breaks out in a smirk. “Well…unless you are a commoner, right?”

She’s scrambling to cover for that, only making it worse when she tries to say she can’t accept something so expensive and he calls her out on the fact that a lady wouldn’t consider these all THAT expensive. And all haughty he says she can’t try and measure his standards by hers. With an arrogant laugh, Silvio suddenly turns his attention back to her ears, all mirth slipping away. “Be sure to keep them on in front of that damned dog.”

She’s thinking OHHH so that’s what this is all about, but she’s certain he wouldn’t take them back even if she insists so she’s left with nothing to do but thank him for the gift. He finally lets her go and makes to leave, in all sorts of a good mood, when she notices he’s got some flower petals caught in the fur ruff of his cape. She calls out for him to wait, reaching out to pluck them free…

When he just yeets himself away from her like she’s scalded him, leaping far out of reach.

He’s scowling and blushing and demanding to know what she’s doing, and she tries to explain about the flower petals.

He’s still scowling, even harder now maybe, but his face is still flaming she notes as they just stare at each other for a long long loooong silence.

“...Your face looks red -” she starts to point out.

“You’re imagining things,” he interjects. “I don’t care if there are petals, don’t come near me.”

Suspicion finally dawns on her then, the inkling of an idea, and she literally starts hunting him down, prowling across the room until she’s close enough to reach him again, but before she can touch him he’s grabbed her hand and he’s scolding her that she can’t just do whatever she wants because she’s his mistress.

Then he starts mussing up her hair and she’s squawking indignantly, demanding to know what he’s doing - they devolve into bickering where he tells her he doesn’t have all day to waste on her and she counters he seemed pretty dang free all day today!

“That was observation, stupid,” he scoffs, and after another brief stroke of her hair, he leaves the room as if running away.

Poor Emma is just left standing there, rooted to the spot, her hair still a rat’s nest as she’s trying to process what just happened. How it’s apparently alright for him to touch her…but not for HER to touch HIM??

But it hits her then that she may have just stumbled across his weak spot, and she thinks how if she learned anything from him today it was to suss out your opponents weakness and use it to make them obey you.

His words from earlier come back to her. “But mainly…if you want me to act like a proper butler - do something that makes me want to serve you.”

And thinking ahead to the next time Silvio says he’s going to be her butler, she laughs to herself - suddenly looking forward to the prospect.

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Silvio Ricci - Pretend Lovers - Sweet End

The first part of the event story + the other ending can be found here here. Amateur disclaimer yada yada <3

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“You…” Silvio’s scowling face approaches, but before anything else, they’re suddenly interrupted by someone.

“Aaaaah, watch out!”

Both Emma and Silvio are stunned as Silvio’s suddenly drenched with water dumped on his head. It takes her a few seconds to realize what’s happened - as an apologetic Rio that’s abruptly appeared on-scene says he stumbled.

She’s shocked to see him there, cup in hand, and he turns to her in a hurry and asks if she’s alright - Silvio hasn’t done anything terrible to her, has he?

She assures Rio she’s fine, and asks why he’s there. He tells her how he’d heard from the other servants in the castle that she had left with Silvio early that morning and he was certain she would never do so of her own accord - he was worried that she’d been forced out.

Silvio interjects in indignation here, still dripping with water as he grabs ahold of Rio’s head. “First champagne, now water? What are you even carrying that for anyways?” he demands.

“Ah, well I thought my lady might be thirsty,” Rio explains, saying he definitely was not carrying it in case someone was being rude to his mistress. Definitely not. 

Emma can tell from his too-bright smile that that’s exactly what he meant to have it on hand for, though.

Silvio’s just gripping Rio’s head even tighter, as he says he’ll collect for damages later - for now he just wants Rio to scram, he’s sick of seeing his face. Rio counters that if that’s the case, Silvio should leave, saying that HE’S going to take Emma out on a date for the rest of the day. 

She figures this is Rio’s way of trying to bail her out, and she’s overcome with relief at her reliable butler.

Rio turns to her and as an aside, gushes over how fantastic she looks today though. “That look really suits you! You’re so pretty!”

“Really? Thanks,” she tells him happily. “I’ve never worn anything like this before so I wasn’t sure if it would look good on me.” 

Silvio, she notes to herself, never said a word about it.

The prince in question just glowers silently, and then Rio takes her hand and suggests if she’s done with Silvio she should come hang out with him. Her business technically is over, she thinks…and she doesn’t want to go anywhere else with Silvio. She starts to agree, when she’s cut off.

“I’m not done with you yet, woman,” Silvio protests, grabbing ahold of her other hand. "You’re my girl, but you’re wagging your tail for some other man?”

Rio scoffs that Emma doesn’t belong to Silvio, and the two devolve into bickering again - AKA you get lost, no YOU get lost. Rio at one point saying it’s obvious just from looking at Emma how much she’s not into this.

Silvio seems all affronted by this, and she’s just dithering as they’re glaring at each other, each  of them pulling on a hand, until finally she speaks up. “I’m very sorry, Prince Silvio.”

He just stares wide-eyed at her obvious refusal, as she’s thinking she doesn’t want to hurt anyone else playing the part of his ‘lover’, and she’s clinging to Rio’s hand.

“.....Bah, this is useless,” Silvio recovers and scoffs, flinging her hand away and turning his back on them without saying another word.

But for a moment, just before he’d spun around, she’d felt certain that the expression she’d seen on his face hadn’t been the rage she’d expected of the tyrant - it had been sadness. And she’d hovered there for a long moment, watching him walk away.

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Later that night, after she’d gone around the town and such the rest of the day with Rio, she’s back in her room…and thoroughly unable to sleep, despite the late hour. Every time she tries to lie down, that expression of Silvio’s comes to mind, and she feels as if she may have gone too far. 

Telling him that ‘nobody would ever love him’ the way she had, in retrospect, was a horrible thing to say. She’d clearly crossed the line between things that should and shouldn’t be said, and she feels compelled to apologize. Especially since she’d used the convenient excuse of Rio’s appearance to run away from the tense situation.

As she’s still balling the sheets up in her fists, she hears footsteps outside her room - along with a distinctive jingling sound she knows all too well. No sooner has she gotten up out of bed then her door is kicked in, and the man himself appears.

Silvio grins as he saunters in, haughty as ever as he notes she's awake, followed by servants carrying drink and glasses for two.

This all happens so fast she can’t even protest, she’s just left in baffled and stunned silence wondering why her room has suddenly become a banquet hall of sorts.

Soon, the servants are done setting up and they retreat, leaving her and Silvio alone, and he bids her to drink with him.

“...Why?” she asks.

He tells her, because he felt like it, and she should be grateful he put all this together for her - she’s not going to refuse a foreign prince’s liquor, is she?

Resigned even as she’s still dismayed, she takes the glass he pours for her. And she’s still so tense and overwrought from all the things she’d been mulling over before he arrived that she just sort of blurts out. “I’m truly very sorry!”

Silvio just blinks at her, taken aback, and she elaborates that she means the way she ran away today. But he dismisses that, saying he was fed up with her anyways.

“....Is that so?” she asks.

“............Yeah,” he replies.

They both lapse into a long heavy silence - one in which she notes it’s rather suspect that Silvio would come to the room of someone he was supposedly so fed up with. He must have some reason to be here, she muses, as she sips on her high-quality drink and tries to find words.

She’s struggling for how to address the awkwardness of today when Silvio finally tosses his drink back in one go and sets it down. “How much do I have to pay you, for you to treat me better than you do that damned dog?”

“.....Excuse me?” she manages - expecting a joke, but Silvio’s gaze is utterly serious.

She wonders if he’s dwelling on what she’d said, about ‘never being loved by anyone’. “I told you today, it’s not a matter of money,” she insists. He just raises his eyebrows at that and says nothing, and it occurs to her that maybe he genuinely does not comprehend. “Rio takes good care of me. You don’t.”

“I’ve taken the best care of you,” Silvio retorts, and when she presses him for an example, he proudly points out how he gave her clothes and jewelry. She’s silent at that, and his satisfied smile folds into a furious scowl. “Don’t look at me like you pity me.”

He shoots to his feet in frustration, taking her glass from her and setting it aside before pushing her down onto the bed behind her. His expression is thunderous, maybe because he’s angry….but she still feels as if she can see sadness lurking in his eyes. 

She’s certain now that she hadn’t just imagined his sad expression earlier today…but what makes him look like this?

“Let me up,” she says, pushing back Silvio’s face as it draws near, and his expression only grows more and more disagreeable.

He scoffs that she has no charm whatsoever, and he questions the taste of that ‘damned dog’, before smirking. “....Well, whatever. Someday I’ll take you away from that damned dog.”

His words bring that moment in the dressmaker’s shop back to mind, when he’d insisted it HAD to be her than posed as his lover for the day, and she wonders if he’d done all this just to get a jab in at Rio. Silvio clearly seems to really hate him - but on the same hand, Rio seems to hate him back equally as hard, for some weird reason.

“Ah, that damn dog did remind me…there’s one thing I forgot to say.”

“What’s that?” she asks. 

For some reason he keeps her pressed back onto the bed still, his gaze flitting back and forth so long that she begins to wonder if it’s something he’s struggling to say. As she waits patiently for him to speak, he finally frowns as if having made up his mind. “............It looked really good.”

“What did?” she asks, confused.

Angrily, he sits up and says if she doesn’t know what he’s talking about, then eff it - to her disbelief, as he returns to his seat and pours himself another drink as if nothing had happened. She’s turning that over in her head before it finally hits her that maybe he meant her outfit today??

Rio’s effusive praise and her reply about not being uncertain if the look had suited her comes back to mind…and still totally stunned she’s rebuking her own heart to the tune of NO NO NO WE ARE NOT POUNDING OVER THIS GUY.

Still, a little laugh slips out that catches his attention, but she waves it off without explanation. She still knows next to nothing about Silvio - the reason behind that sad face, why he seems to hate Rio, the sudden compliment. This tyrant has a heart as hidden and out of reach as the depths of the sea…but someday, she hopes she might understand it, even if only a little.

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Silvio Ricci - Your Fault I'm So Horknee Event - Premium End

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

Note: This story event, like others recently, requires one to finish the Sweet End before the Premium can be chosen. The Premium is an expansion on and slight continuation of the events of the Sweet, but from the suitor POV - as is the epilogue. This post contains the Premium end only. The beginning of the story and the Sweet end can be found here. I will post the Epilogue separately.

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After he’d brought her home from Rhodolite to Benitoite, the problem became glaringly obvious. 

“...There’s way more,” Silvio says.

“There is more,” Carlo agrees.

They’re looking over the vast quantity of things filling up Silvio’s room, enough to leave him stunned. All gifts, but not a one addressed to him - they’re all for her. 

It’s not necessarily a bad thing…but it rubs him wrong. “Toss them all in the storehouse,” he instructs Carlo.

Carlo asks whether he should give the report of it all to Emma. Silvio tells him no need, but that he should hold onto it so it can be given to her at some point down the line.

“And when will that be?” Carlo asks. 

Silvio frowns. “I don’t know. But at the very least, not now." He says that getting so many gifts will only trouble her.

The only people who are circling her now are merchants with entrepreneurial designs, the sort who would only see her as a tool to use…and it’s not a pleasant feeling. But above all, none of these gifts are fitting for Emma, given that she values the sorts of things money can’t buy.

Emma isn’t some tool to be used for business. What the hell do you all think you’re doing with my girl?

That’s just how business works - schmoozing is part and parcel of the deal. But when it comes to her, he has a hard time being objective about it. He knows better than anyone how empty relationships based around money are. 

“...As good a man as always…” Carlo says softly, and Silvio grabs him by the head, scowling, until a flailing Carlo swears he won’t say it again.

“I’m not a good person. I just don’t like it,” Silvio corrects him.

I should be the only one to give Emma gifts in the first place. 

He can’t claim to not want to keep that privilege all to himself.

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It’s important that Emma be made known to many people, especially given that she can’t avoid social life if she’s to be the next king’s consort. Receiving gifts also falls under the umbrella of official duties…but people’s assessing stares are just too much for him to bear. That’s the sort of selfishness that has him keeping her from talking to others.

“You’re too overprotective, Silvio,” she says to him aboard the ship at the launch party, saying she’s figured out why he won’t let her speak with people.

He’s a bit taken aback at her proclamation that she’s figured out the truth…and it’s only made worse when she hits the nail on the head. Realizing she’s seen right through him.

Emma’s no fool, he knows…but she doesn’t seem ready to rebuke him for being selfish, much to his relief. 

She lays out how he only steps in when people try to dig, and he’s not surprised by how observant she is as the former Belle. 

“...It bothers me,” he admits. “All they care about is taking advantage of you.” He says he knows that’s partly just how the business world works, but he hates the idea of everything being about money when it comes to her. “Relationships built solely on money are hollow.”

You’re the one who made me realize that.

After she hears him out, she takes a deep breath, and declares she’s got to get better. Has to build relationships that move beyond marks on the ledger. Surprised by her proclamation and the way she seems so confident about it. 

There are few women who would choose to change themselves rather than complain about their situations, in his experience, and he’s overwhelmed by how stinking adorable she is right now. Somehow barely managing to hold himself back. 

Instead he comments on how she’s cheeky like that…but to himself he thinks that maybe he was too overprotective, and stifling her. She’s not incapable.

“You’d better come through on this, or I really won’t let you talk to anyone,” he threatens on a smile, and she assures him she’s got this. 

I’ve ignored your will…he admits to himself, vowing to fix that.

She assures him she’s not as weak as he might think, and he concedes that - and also his difficulties in figuring out the right path to take when it comes to her. Whether to be strict or to coddle her. And when he says as much, she seems to be smiling with great amusement before enthusiastically telling him she doesn’t mind him being a bit harsh, she can take it and not let him down.

“Is that so…” Inside, he’s pleading with her to have mercy on him and stop saying such precious things in public.

“Then I’ll stop coddling you. I’m going to be strict with you.”

He reaches out to her without thinking - desperately wanting to hug her, after so long without. Then realizing that he doesn’t think just a hug will be enough. But she takes a step back for some reason, and he doesn’t mean to protest so loudly but he does. “I said I’d stop babying you, the ban should be lifted.”

She admits she didn’t mean to move away, and he demands she not do so then - silently begging her to hurry up and give in, because he doesn’t think he can take any more of this. 

Or is she doing it on purpose?

When he moves in again, she backs up again, and he doesn’t understand why. She protests that they’re somewhere public, AKA on board, and everyone could be watching, but he doesn’t see the problem given that she’s his woman.

“It’s…embarrassing, isn’t it?” she asks.

Something seems to snap inside of him at that. Hunting her down, he tries to trap her against the wall, blaming her for all this and telling her to take responsibility - the two of them devolving in to bickering and chasing each other heedless of the party.

If I don’t have to go easy on her, then I don’t have to hold back on wanting her, right? he reasons.

~~~~~~~~

In the end, Emma proves the tougher opponent. Winning the on-board chase, and refusing to lift the no-touch ban even when they’re in the carriage on the way home. 

“No more objections?” he asks, once they’ve returned to his room, but her response is tepid at best. And he doesn’t comprehend why she keeps her distance, almost as if wary of him. “Why are you acting like that? I thought you lifted the ‘no-touch’ ban.”

“I did. I did, but…I’m just weirdly nervous, because I haven’t been touched by you in awhile,” she explains.

“Huh?” he scowls.

She tries to tell him she’s gotta mentally prep herself, after so long, and he’s simultaneously scoffing aloud at that while internally wailing over how cute she is. 

Anything resembling reason is utterly gone by now - leaving behind only beastly, irresistible desire.

“You told me I could touch you as much as I wanted to when we got back to my room, didn’t you?” he reminds her, and she haltingly affirms. “If you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be touched, I’ll remind you.”

If she’s not giving him the red light, he’s not about to take it easy, or to stop. He backs her into the corner of the room and sweeps her up into his arms before dropping a flustered Emma down atop the table, savoring the long-absent feeling of her warmth.

“Silvio…mnn.”

He kisses her, hard, to stop her words when she tries to object…and her hesitation about being touched doesn’t seem to extend to being kisses, because she seems to remember how to do so just fine. Her tongue meeting his halfway eagerly.

He knows she’s been wanting this for awhile now, badly. A longing look in her eyes whenever she touched him, whether she was aware of it or not…but he’s been painfully so.

Aloud, he accuses her of having really put him through the wringer as he carefully peels off the dress that had been made just for today and kneels on the floor. Emma coming out of her kiss-fueled daze and back to her senses. 

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“You’ll see,”he promises.

She flails at that and he takes her legs and spreads them firmly apart, over her embarrassed protests.

“Ten days,” he says, and she doesn’t follow. “”It’s been ten days since I last touched you. I’ll have you regretting you ever made me endure it that long.”

He’s been teased so much, nothing remains but painful desire. Pressing his lips to the tip of her toe, he kisses a slow path upwards - Emma making half-protests the entire time, but it’s obvious her heart isn’t in them. 

To himself, he blames her for all of this, for being so cute. All on her entirely.

Working his way up past her knees, trailing kisses up her thighs - higher, to the place he knows will get him the best reaction of all…

(Silvio’s desire level: 150)

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<< Sweet End || Epilogue >> (TBC)

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Silvio Ricci - Your Fault I'm So Horknee Event - Sweet End

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

Note: This story event, like others recently, requires one to finish the Sweet End before the Premium can be chosen. The Premium is an expansion on and slight continuation of the events of the Sweet, but from the suitor POV - as is the epilogue. This post contains the Sweet end, I will post the Premium and the Epilogue separately.

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Daily life is different in many ways, ever since Emma came to live in Benitoite as Silvio’s lover - but foremost of all perhaps is how she now helps Silvio with his daily duties.

Walking down the corridor one morning, Silvio asks after the contract he’d asked her for their last day working, and she tells him it’s already done and she’d like to have him review it the next time he gets a moment. 

“Nice work. That was faster than I expected,” he tells her on a smile, putting a hand on her head and tousling her hair.

Half of her is annoyed at having her hairstyle messed up…but the other, larger half, is enjoying the feeling. When he praises her like that, it only makes her want to try harder.

He’s not only helped her train her manners and the things she needs to know to survive in the upper echelon of society, but has lately begun letting her assist him with his official duties. Maybe to the outside observer it looks like she’s being bullied by a tyrant, just as she’d been back in Rhodolite…but for her this is a great honor, given how she’d hoped to make herself useful. Wanting to be someone worth their salt if she’s to stay with Silvio.

She knows she has to try even harder, if she wants to be the consort of the prince and next king. 

…But lately, there’s been an problem.

~~~~~~~~

In his room that night after dinner, they’re lounging on the sofa and relaxing when Silvio abruptly states that he’s going to the shipyard for an inspection tomorrow, and asks if she wants to come. She eagerly accepts, having been curious about one of Benitoite’s main industries (shipbuilding) and knowing it’s one of Silvio’s particular areas of focus, and tells him she’s looking forward to it a great deal.

“You’re interested in everything, aren’t you?” he observes. “The only people willing to go to a shipyard are either children or you.”

“Really?” she asks. “I’d just like to know everything there is to know about you.”

“...You really think that?” he replies, turning pink. 

She asks him if he’s all shy now, and that gets an indignant sputter out of him, grabbing her head and calling her a fool, but she can see he’s red faced and smiling.

She can’t go without knowing anything about ships though, she tells him. She needs to hurry up and arm herself with the powah of KNOWLEDGE, and she shoots to her feet ready to go track some down on the spot, telling him she’s heading to the library for info when he asks where she’s going.

“No need,” he tells her bluntly, grabbing her hand and pulling her onto his lap, trapping her in his arms where his delightful, exotic cologne surrounds her. “If you know the basics of shipbuilding and how it relates to the royal family, that should be enough.”

“Are you going to teach me?” she asks.

His smile fades. “It’s quicker than reading some book. Nobody said you could go anywhere.”

“Ah, I get it,” she says, translating Silvioese. “You don’t want me to leave you all alone.”

He protests that he just didn’t like the fact she was looking to turn to a book rather than him, his eyes soft despite the irritated way he ruffles her hair. Her poor heart doing little somersaults at that, prompting her to hug him to distract herself from it. Finding the way he startles and jumps absolutely freaking adorable. 

“I’m always having to tell you the same thing - don’t surprise me like that,” he grumbles.

“And I’m always having to tell you to hurry up and get used to it,” she fires back. 

“Don’t be sassy. And don’t tell me what to do.”

“Well in that case, I’ll just be going back to my room,” she threatens. He falls silent, looking unhappy, and she flails to take it back. “I’m just kidding, don’t make such a sour face.”

Maybe she got carried away, she thinks,  and she brings herself back to focus. Abandoning their little squabble and getting back to business. She tells him that she’s not totally in the dark about shipbuilding - she knows it’s Benitoite’s main industry and one that Silvio’s been working hard to prop up and invest in, which is why she’s been studying it.

This has him laughing, clearly in a good mood as he praises her for always getting shit done no matter how cheeky she is - and in his low, pleasing voice he starts explaining to her more of the details. She stays focused, listening, but her heart keeps pounding at the occasional breath that grazes her skin.

This must be what happiness is, she thinks with satisfaction. These are the moments she never wants to let go of...and to make sure of that, she has to do her best tomorrow.

But sometimes what we want and what actually happens are sadly different.

~~~~~~~~

The next day they arrive at the best of Benitoite’s shipyards, where she and Silvio draw the attention of many people besides their guides. Mostly her though, it seems. She’s used to being the subject of appraising stares, from her time as Belle in Rhodolite, but it feels even more intense here in Benitoite. 

She wonders if they’re trying to gauge whether she is useful or not, what her worth is. Silvio is the richest man not just in Benitoite, but the entire continent. People offer him all sorts of things, hoping to entice him to invest in their endeavors - if she’s deemed important to him, then it’s only a matter of time before they see if she can be used for that aim. She’s seen this first-hand already, with how strangely eager some people are to cozy up to her despite having only just met them.

That’s been social gatherings so far, but the problem comes when…

The moment the man who is acting as their guide presents her as the lady of rumor, she’s shielded behind a broad back. 

“Don’t stare,” Silvio warns, and the man hastily apologizes. 

That’s exactly what she knew he’d do - everyone’s gazes hastily turning elsewhere at the terrifying expression on Silvio’s face. She’s lost track of how many times this has happened, denied the chance to greet everyone properly whenever she’s with Silvio. She knows it’s not necessarily that he wants to hide her from everyone, not with him bringing her along on the inspection.

“Silvio…” She pokes him in the back so he knows she disapproves. 

He trembles slightly, and turns red. “Cut that out, don’t touch me.”

“Well then - mph!?” She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before he’s clapped a hand over her mouth and pulled her into his firmly-muscled chest, to her disbelief. 

Turning to address everyone gathered, he says that if they know who she is there’s no need to introduce her. And then he swiftly shifts the topic back to the work on the new ships, the shipyard worker awkwardly agreeing that things are progressing well and that he’s glad to hear Silvio will attend the upcoming launch party of the newest vessel.

Silvio waves it off as part and parcel of his duties, and informs them he’ll be bringing her along as well. 

There’s bound to be a ton of people there, she knows, but she’s a little worried about how he’ll act given he doesn’t want any men seeing her. 

“Make a big deal of it,” he instructs them, saying how it’ll be the first formal function he’s ever attended with a woman, and they assure him they will and that many people will be thrilled. They move on with the tour and inspection…but every time Silvio snarls at those who look at her a little too long, she’s ready to facepalm.

~~~~~~~~

Once done, in the carriage on the way back, she confronts him about his behavior. He’s silent and avoiding her eyes, so she knows he’s not clueless about what he’s done, and she presses him on something that she’s suspected for awhile now. “You’re the jealous type.”

A startled Silvio insists she’s got it all wrong… but to her, jealousy or possessiveness is the only explanation that makes any sense for why he’s so quick to threaten anyone who tries to get closer to her.

Maybe it’s just that he doesn’t like her talking to other men, or some such.

“If you disagree, then quit threatening everyone,” she tells him. “If it keeps up, I’ll just be dead weight holding you back.” She knows she can’t stay hidden behind his back forever, and if things don’t change she’ll be cut off from social circles in Benitoite too. 

“I’m not gonna to be dragged down by that,” he scoffs…and then complains about the fact that she moved to the seat across from him when he’d specifically sat beside her - that hardly seems fair when she got to touch him a bunch earlier.

She tells him that if he refuses to take her concerns seriously and change his mind on this, she’s got an idea…a statement he greets with a scowl. But she knows things have to change, they can’t go on as they are, so she’s willing to harden her heart. 

“You’re not allowed to touch me until you change your attitude!” she declares.

(Silvio’s desire level: 70)

She lets go of his hand, and a deep scowl carves itself between Silvio’s brows as he accuses her of coming up with another crazy thing to say.

“I’m serious,” she insists. “Why exactly is it you’re so worried about me talking to other men?” He refuses to answer, and she tries pleading her case. “I love you, so very much.” She moves to sit next to him, hugging him tightly.

Flustered, he asks what happened to the touching ban, and she explains that it’s okay if she does the touching. But he’s not allowed to. He complains that that seems awfully convenient and doesn’t seem inclined to follow it - so the moment she feels his hand start to move, she quickly puts space between them. 

“You’re the only man I see, Silvio,” she reminds him. 

“It’s not that I’m jealous,” he argues. 

She asks why it is he won’t let her talk to anyone then, but he refuses to give her a straight answer to that. Trying to give her a vague reply that she points out isn’t a real answer, until he gets frustrated and warns her not to try and go behind his back on this. His hand reaching for her almost automatically, before he snatches it back in frustration.

It’s all around not good, and she knows she’s got to do something to resolve this before the launch ceremony where everyone will be gathered. 

~~~~~~~~

The next day dawns as blue and clear as the sea below, and as she’s looking out her window there’s a knock at her door. Silvio strolls in, with an entourage of elegantly-dressed women. 

“It’s for the dress you’re going to wear. Order it however you like,” he explains, as the modiste eagerly agrees that she’ll tailor the dress to Emma’s tastes.

She hadn’t expected to have a bespoke dress made just for the launch ceremony, and while she’s still stunned the elderly modiste sets her assistants into motion taking measurements. But she knows that she can’t very well stand up there beside Silvio and not look fitting for the occasion, or else it’ll reflect poorly on him. 

“I…don’t know much about dresses, so I don’t know what kind would be appropriate…” she admits. 

Silvio advises that for a launch ceremony  it would be better to wear a dress that’s easy to move around in, rather than something incredibly elaborate, and that she’ll want to keep in mind the fact that they’ll be on board a ship and the wind can easily pick up breezy fabrics.

“Then let us make it out of a heavier fabric,” the dressmaker agrees. 

“Also, everyone knows you’re from Rhodolite. How about wearing something with roses on it?” Silvio suggests.

“Is that okay, at an official Benitoite event?” she asks. 

He grins and asks what’s the problem with showing off an allied country’s speciality. “Besides, it’d be best to dress up in whatever way you prefer.”

She’s still amazed by how different of a man he is than when they’d first met, and stunned by how considerate he is of her despite his tyrannical exterior. He sobers, and asks what’s with her expression - starting to reach for her when she comes to her senses. 

“Nope!” she exclaims, stepping back. 

“That thing from yesterday is still going on?” he frowns.

She tells him it totally is, she’s not giving in that easily. He starts to reply, when their bickering is  interrupted by the modiste. “I’d heard the rumors, but you really are close aren’t you?”

She’s a little embarrassed to realize it was so obvious, but Silvio just grins. “She’s got it bad for me.”

“Not even you can go putting words into people’s mouths,” she fires right back, and the dressmaker bursts into laughter. 

It’s a moment as idyllic as the lovely weather outside…but…

“By the way, the lady -” the modiste begins.

“Enough chit-chat.” Silvio bluntly cuts the conversation off and reminds her they're short on time. "Money's no object, I want your best and fastest work."

"... Certainly." The dressmaker agrees, chastised.

Why?? is all Emma can wonder. Why's he being like this even with a woman now? It seems clear he doesn't want anyone to have anything to do with her beyond the most surface of interactions. She'd accused him of doing so out of jealousy yesterday and he denied it, all embarrassed…but if this attitude of his is extending even to women, maybe there is some other reason.

What is it she's missing here?

The women from the dressmaker's all get back to work, silently now that they're cowed by his air…and it's the most awkward thing ever.

~~~~~~~~

That evening she's outside with Silvio after his duties are finished up, where the setting sun has dyed the pool a lovely shade of red.

He's silent - definitely still in a bad mood, she recognizes. Wearing the same frown he has been since the dressmaker's visit.

"Silvio."

He jerks to attention at her calling his name, and she takes advantage of the unguarded opening to brace a hand on his shoulder and press a kiss to his cheek.

"What are you trying to do?" he sputters, red-faced.

"You looked grumpy. It's a kiss to make it all better," she tells him. A proven Silvio strategy before.

He complains that she's taking all sorts of liberties after implementing her no-touchy  ban, and she admits that maybe she misses him doing so more than she thought she would.

He smirks. "Well in that case-"

"But I'm not breaking it!" she warns him, earning a frustrated tongue click.

She tells him that the way things are going she'll never get to talk to anyone, and asks if he's trying to keep her cut off from everyone.

He grins that that wouldn't be so bad maybe - lock her in a mansion somewhere and never ever let her out again.

"Then I'd never be with you, would I?" she points out, secretly pleased at how his expression turns unhappy at that.

"I don't like it," he begins, and when she presses him to elaborate on that…

They're interrupted by her stomach growling. Loudly. And they’re both staring at each other as she’s wtf at her own belly, mortified. Clutching it as she sinks down on the spot, all while Silvio’s shoulders are shaking and he’s biting back laughter.

Silvio starts to say something, but she cuts him off. “Pretend that never happened!”

“Ha, don’t order me around,” he laughs. “I’m in trouble if you’re so cute.”

She’s still stunned by his little addition when he come to kneel down in front of her, reaching for her cheek…but she’s still cognizant of her NO TOUCH ban and she leaps back. Only souring his mood even further. 

“Quit that,” he orders, to her surprise. “As long as you keep up with your attitude, I won’t explain anything either.”

She starts to protest and he tells her that if she doesn’t like that idea, just let him touch her…and then smirks, leaving her reeling at his next words. “Although I don’t know if it’ll be just a touch, if you get what I mean?”

(Silvio’s desire level: 90)

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Sweet End

Every step Silvio prowls towards her, she takes another one back. Still determined to stick to her guns, because she’s convinced that nothing will change if she doesn’t…but then again, if she doesn’t know why he’s doing it, they can’t fix it. As she wavers, his ocean eyes pierce her, ablaze with heat. Throat working as he stares at her, as if visibly thirsting for something. 

And she knows he wasn’t exaggerating- if she let him touch her here, that alone really might not be enough.

Coming to a decision finally, she darts in when he reaches out again and tickles his side mercilessly. 

“You…what the…what are you doing?! Knock that off, idiot!” he splutters.

“I’m standing by the no-touching!” she declares.

“Okay alright, I get it! So stop it!” He chokes out around his laughter. “Stop tickling me!”

It doesn’t escape her notice that despite crying with laughter at her tickle torture, he still respects her no-touching. Not making a move to grab her. And when she finally stops, he stands a wary distance away. 

“Do you…hate being touched by me that much?” he asks.

That’s totally not the case, she tells him - though she admits to herself that she’s mildly terrified about what will happen when she does lift the ban. She reminds him that if neither of them bend on this it’s pointless, and he agrees - which is why she should give up, he says.

“Not gonna,” she says flatly, and he scowls. The both of them glaring in silence as she wonders how long they can keep going around and around about this. Sighing at this entrenched battle with no end in sight. 

~~~~~~~~

Neither of them budge, and nothing changes after that. Time marches on, until it’s the day of the launch ceremony. 

She’s amazed by how many people are in attendance, and Silvio reminds her this project was enormous, and definitely a big deal to celebrate. In a country that is built on the back of ships just like this, launching one is a good omen the entire country will laud. It’s not just the people involved in the project gathered either, there’s even a healthy number of commoners taking part in the festivities. 

“I heard that most of the investment on this ship was your doing,” she says to him. 

He confirms that, explaining how advancing shipbuilding is in the country’s national interest and not the place to be borrowing funds.

She wonders if that’s why she’s been getting all the stares and attention. Not everyone is looking at them, but there’s no denying that Silvio definitely stands out. And some of that inevitably spills over onto her, keeping her on edge. Even after taking their seats for the ceremony, gazes are always following her.

She keeps a smile plastered on her face, so no one can tell how uncomfortable she is, and the man seated beside her looks over and makes eye contact.

“Oh, what’s this? Maybe you’re the one all these rumors are about…”

She wonders if he knows Silvio, and she politely introduces herself.  The man does the same, and tells her his name is Dario - he’s one of Silvio’s fellow sea voyagers.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile…and it looks like there’s more of you now,” Silvio ribs on a grin.

Dario splutters. “It’s all muscle, thank you very much. Not that I’ve gotten fat.”

“Suspiciously hasty with that,” Silvio observes. “Remember my girl here’s face. Touch her and I’ll drown you at sea.”

Dario assures him he understands very well. “But Prince Silvio, having a woman at his side…”

Silvio tells him to shut it, and Dario warns him that if he’s got too bad of a mouth he might fall out of favor with his lady.

“It’s alright. Silvio’s a man who loves very deeply, and I know he’s just embarrassed,” she assures Dario easily.

Dario seems impressed by her generous heart and keen eye, saying he’d expect no less of the future queen. 

“You…” Silvio says warningly, but that’s all…and she notes that’s odd in and of itself. Normally his mood would have soured and he would have cut the conversation off entirely by now, but he seems perfectly fine with Dario and her chatting.

What’s different?

She compares the three of them in her head - the shipyard employee, the dressmaker, and Silvio’s sailing comrade. And a possibility finally hits her.

Silvio seems to notice the way she sits up, and he asks what it is, but she waves it off as nothing. Deciding to herself though that it’s worth testing out her idea.

~~~~~~~~

After the ship is successfully launched, there’s a party held on board. It’s not leaving port yet, but her elegant deck is laden with a luxurious spread of food to thank everyone involved in the project. And over the course of the meet and greets, her suspicion is confirmed.

“You’re too overprotective, Silvio,” she says to him.

He asks where that came from, out of the blue, and she says she finally realizes why it is he won’t let her talk to people. He barks a laugh and says he’ll indulge her and hear this out…and she’s confident in her inference after the conversations that have taken place on board. 

“You don’t want anyone to use me,” she states, and his smile falls as he remains wordless.

Bullseye, she thinks. His expression and silence saying it all. “You don’t step in and try to hide me unless someone starts being nosy about me.”

It’s what she’d noticed about the shipyard worker and the dressmaker too, that they seemed to have been testing the waters of her, judging her usefulness, when he’d spoken up. But Dario hadn’t been doing that…and paying attention at the party it’s been easy for her to pick up on who falls into one camp or the other - and how Silvio reacts.

“...It bothers me,” he admits. “All they care about is taking advantage of you.” He says he knows that’s partly just how the business world works, but he hates the idea of everything being about money when it comes to her. “Relationships built on money are hollow.”

She was right then - it never was about jealousy or being possessive, in the end. Silvio knows quite well what a horrid thing connections centered all around money can be, and it’s clear he desperately wants to spare her all that unpleasantness. 

She’s in real trouble, having a man who’s such a tyrant and yet overprotective and kind at the same time. But she can’t rely on his kindness forever. “Then I have to stand on my own two feet.”

He seems surprised, and she tries to explain that she’s got to be charming enough to build relationships where what can be gained or lost doesn’t matter. She knows that what he values from her is not monetary, but of the heart…and she knows that if he keeps trying to shelter her in that mentality, she’ll never be able to truly stand beside him.

She tells him that she doesn’t want him to think that the only sorts of connections she can build if she’s around him are those based on money….and promises to do her best to show him otherwise, so that he can rest assured.

Silvio smiles. “Yeah, that sass is like you. You’d better come through on this, or I really won’t let you talk to anyone.”

“That’s what I plan on…thank you for being concerned,” she tells him. “But I’m not as weak as you think I am, am I?”

“I know that…” he admits. “But…I still don’t have it quite figured out.” She asks what he means by that, and he concedes that he isn’t sure how to handle things when it comes to her. When to spoil her and when to let her tough it out. 

That’s another side of him she adores…and she assures him she doesn’t mind a bit of tough love and struggle - she won’t be swayed, and she won’t let him down!

“Is that so…” His cheeks are pink. “Then I’ll stop coddling you. I’m going to be tough on you.”

He reaches out for her, sea blue eyes searing her with intense longing, and purely by reflex she takes a step back…much to his great displeasure, and she’s thinking oh shit, didn’t mean to do that.

“I said I’d stop babying you, the ban should be lifted,” Silvio protests.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to run away either,” she agrees.

“Then don’t.” 

Frustrated, he closes the distance between them and she backs up again. Frankly a bit unnerved by the look in his eyes, probably due to how long it’s been - the one that says he’d kiss her the moment he got his hands on her. And she knows it won’t be some cute, chaste smooch, it’ll be one searing enough to have her on her guard.

“W-we’re on a ship!” she points out. “Everyone can see us?!”

“What’s the problem? You’re my woman,” Silvio matter-of-factly proclaims. 

She points out how embarrassing it’ll be…but rather than giving up, Silvio tries to push her up against the wall as she flails out more protests. But he’s unmoved, telling her she started all this, it’s her job to hurry up and finish it. Still shutting him down, she ducks his advances.

“Hey! Don’t run away, let me touch you!” Silvio says furiously.

“You can touch me all you want back in your room!” she argues.

“No, now,” he insists. 

Completely forgetting that they’re in the middle of a party on board, the chase begins - and plenty of guests are looking on in astonishment. Emma’s torn between which is the least of two embarrassing options…but she’s so desperate to run away, she soon forgets all about the stares.

(Silvio’s desire level: 110)

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Premium End >>

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Silvio Ricci - Prince Report (aka The Dirrrrrt)

Abandon all accuracy reverence, ye who enter here. 

********

So the premise is, as ‘Belle’, Emma is concerned about understanding the various princes and such well enough to do her job properly. She overhears some of the servants gossiping curiously about the princes and it gives her the idea to collect questions from them and conduct interviews on each of the princes.

Some of the questions she gets are for princes other than those of Rhodolite, which is how she ends up here - interviewing Silvio. Or more specifically, offering him a deal. If he agrees to answer the questions, in exchange she offers him the chance to buy rare valuable books. (She’s made arrangements with the owner of the shop she used to work at but obviously doesn’t go so far as too tell him IT’S MY OLD BOSS AND JOB)

She didn't honestly expect him to be willing to answer her questions at all, but it seems he is - leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table all rudely as he grins and says her offer ain’t bad. But she’d better start asking quick before he changes his mind.

She’s just !!! and thanks him, says she’ll start in with the questions she heard asked the most, and inwardly she’s practically jumping with joy that she was able to negotiate with him successfully. She asks him about all the jewelry he wears (has to stop herself from calling it basically his jangly bling) and says people always want to know how much it’s worth.

Silvio scoffs at the question for being stupid, but Emma insists that everyone’s dying to know. (Herself included actually but she won’t say that aloud). Eventually Silvio sort of handwaves the question - how’s he supposed to keep track of the price of every single piece? He rattles off a number in the millions, hazarding a guess, but he’s not that interested in the monetary value.

(Note: idk how money works exactly in ikepri land, if it's a value similar to yen or USD or their own made up thing, so I'm leaving this vague but it's safe to say the technical term here is 'a shitton of money')

Emma’s about to choke on the number he just sorta casually drops there, like DAMN THIS SOME NATIONAL TREASURE VALUE HE’S TALKING HERE. But she’s a pro so she keeps her cool and asks her next question - along those same lines, she’d heard that he’s got enough wealth to buy an entire country. He must be one of the richest men in the entire world - so how much is he worth in total??

Silvio complains that all she’s been asking about is money, and she says it’s not just the servants and such who are curious, but the other princes as well.

It’s just like the jewelry he told her about, Silvio insists. It’s not really something he can count up. But he’s pretty certain he’s got more money than she could ever make in a hundred lifetimes. That’s a number she can’t even begin to fathom, but he goes on to say that it’s not really about the MONEY. Gold is just a means to an end. Like how you spend money to buy gems but you don’t spend gems to get gold. 

It makes a sort of sense, she concedes…and then he warns her that he’s ending this if she asks another stupid question. So she’s all OKAY OKAY UH HOW ABOUT THIS ONE - you’re from Benitoite, so does that mean you can swim in the ocean?

He’s just…duh, obvs. Be pretty stupid for a man who travels by ship for business not to be able to swim.

That sidetracks her and she asks if he’s traveled by ship then, and he says yeah - that’s what he does, travel to other countries and establish trade routes.

Emma’s super excited by this, exclaiming how fun that sounds, but that just earns her a scowl from him as he points out the ridiculousness of HER on a ship. Sometime they’re at sea for long stretches and it’s rough - not the place for some PROPER GENTEEL LADY. Unless, of course, if she weren’t some noblewoman and was just a commoner…that’d be a different story.

She scrambles to say she was just interested because she’d read a story about traveling on a ship, and she spins it into asking about what was the most memorable thing that happened on one of these trips?

He launches into the story of how a long time ago he’d been on a trip with (he starts to say his usual FECKING DOG but catches himself LOL) his younger bro.

 He was used to traveling by sea but his little brother wasn’t and had gotten horribly seasick so they stopped to take a rest on a nearby island. But it just so happened that the island was a pirate stronghold, full of pirates that tried to take all their stuff - but he and his brother beat their asses, took the pirate’s treasure map, and explored the island.

He asks Emma what she thinks they found, and she ventures the guess of ‘a whole pile of gems?’ But grinning he tells her it was a gold vein, much to her amazement. 

He speculates that the pirates probably didn’t even have a clue there was gold ore in the rocks there. It ended up more profitable than opening a trade route, and it was his brother’s doing. So later, he gave him an earring made from the gold they had discovered.

She’s delighted by this whole story, and wonders if maybe that also means HIS earrings….??? Silvio finishes that by saying yeah, his earrings are made with the same gold from back then. 

Emma’s squealing that that means they MATCH, and Silvio’s just UGH don’t say something gross.

She won’t be dissuaded though, and she says it’s TOTALLY obvious he and his little bro are close - which only makes him more irate as he starts railing about how just seeing that bastard’s face pisses him off. He just figured his bro was due a fitting reward.

(Every time Silvio’s just EW GROSS DISGUSTING I laugh harder. Sure, keep tsun-ing, Jan)

Emma’s laughing at him regardless, and she asks if his little brother still wears his earring. And Silvio says yeah - he’s pretty sure she sees it every day.

(Where’s your disgusted face now, Mr. Smiles?)

That has her all ???? (because obviously outside of Rio’s route she wouldn’t know Rio is his little brother)  and he hastily changes the subject and asks if she’s done now since he’s answered most of her questions already.

She begs him to hang on and just answer one last one - is there any secrets that only he knows about anyone else?

He says he’ll tell her some dirt on her butler - feed him some escargot. He’ll even happily provide it if she has a hard time getting her hands on some, and if she tells Rio it’s her cooking, Rio will eat it even if it kills him.

She’s just wait wait, Rio doesn’t do escargot???

Silvio grins and says she’ll see what he means if she feeds Rio some - and he says to let her know when she’s going to do it. 

It strikes her as odd then, and she wonders how it is that he knows so well what Rio doesn't like when it always SEEMS he can't stand the guy.

And then, kinda sober and too quiet for her to hear well, Silvio muses that if he's lost his memories maybe he can eat the escargot after all. 

She tries to get him to repeat that but he's just NOPE NOTHING NVM. She lets it go but thanks Silvio for giving her that little tidbit - she wouldn't want to feed her beloved butler anything he doesn't like so now she knows what to avoid.

She's smiling but that just makes Silvio scowl as he echoes the 'beloved' part, before he reaches out all of a sudden and musses her hair all up.

 She's just WTF, and he tells her to lose the annoying expression - and they devolve into bickering before he sourly asks what's so great about that effing dog anyways -.-

Her nicely coiffed hair is a total mess now, but before she can even fix it he stands up from his chair and grabs her hand and says AIGHT MOVE IT WE'RE GOING TO THAT BOOKSTORE.

She's sputtering and trying to tell him to hang on and at least let her fix her hair but he says he doesn't give a rat's ass. Practically dragging her out the door with him as she's fuming over Silvio being SILVIO.

But then she looks over and his profile has her taken aback. Leaving her wondering…why does he look so sad?

Realizing that it seems there are a lot of things she doesn't know about Silvio. 

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #ikepri jp summary #this man's tsun level is off the charts

[dear-mrs-otome]

Gilbert von Obsidian - PRETEND LOVER Event - Yet Another Terribly Summary

(Yes, I enjoy putting their shocked pikachu faces as headers)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Gilbert’s event story.

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Please always bear in mind that 1) I claim to be no expert in JP and there are and will be mistakes in this so show mercy on this amateur - if you see any obvious mistakes, kindly let me know so I can improve 2) Cybird will come up with whatever they want for 子兎さん, I have arbitrarily picked Miss Bunny because it amuses me. Do not come for me with pitchforks please. 

Aaaaaand 3) I made this so effing long. Again. FML.

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So this round, the man that ‘saves’ her from the creepy aristocrat by pulling her into a hug is none other than Gilbert - a fact which frankly chills her almost more than dealing with the nobleman does. Gilbert starts to tell the man that Emma is his - but gets no further before the dude just nopes out without even a single word, clearly pissing himself.

Gilbert’s all amused that the guy left before he could even finish saying she was ‘his friend’, wondering what the man was imagining he meant. (Clearly you know sir you’re just messing with him kjflslkfd) Emma’s not about to let her guard down around Gilbert though, she’s still wary and on edge as she thanks him.

“Do you think I was helping you out?” Gilbert counters, seemingly amused, and she’s left to ask what he was doing, if not that. Gilbert explains he just had some business with her and drove away the pests interfering.

He takes out an invitation and offers it to her, saying how he’s been invited to a party by one of the Rhodolite nobles. It doesn’t seem to quite add up to Emma that Gilbert, the prince of Obsidian, to be invited to some social gathering by a Rhodolite noble - it seems suspicious to her, but she keeps that to herself. Asking him instead why he’s giving it to her.

“Do I have to put it into words?” Gilbert asks, and she says what she suspects - that he wants her to go with him. An inference that has Gilbert chuckling, stating he’s glad she’s not so hopeless that he’s gotta spell it out for her. 

He’s saying how he can’t very well go to a party alone, that’d be lonely and strange.

She’s desperately trying to come up with ways to refuse him because going to a party with the enemy prince is just going to draw all kinds of unwarranted attention to herself. And attention = more people watching her = bad for her Belle SEKRIT. Not to mention more chances for her to mess up her noblewoman act. 

She asks if she can consult with Sariel, and on the surface he agrees but says he’ll do the talking. She tries to wave that off as not necessary but Gilbert calls her out shrewdly. “Because you’re going to ask him how you can decline, aren’t you?”

She’s aghast that he’s caught on, as Gilbert’s sighing over how very sad that is…and she realizes she wont be able to wiggle out of this. So she tries to fake that she’s pleased, only to have Gilbert immediately and flatly call her out as a liar. 

Her blood runs cold as he pins her with a single sharp eye, a chill of terror making its way down her spine. Gilbert observes that lying isn’t the strongest suit of the ‘purest heart in the land’ and she’s quaking now at the unsubtle reminder that he suspects her Belle status…but she can’t afford to confirm that. 

“I don’t like liars,” Gilbert warns her. “It won’t happen again, right? So then, let us go.”

Crisis averted for the moment, she can breathe…but then she thinks his words through and decides if he doesn’t like lying than maybe she’s got free rein to say exactly what’s on her mind. So as he takes her hand and tries to lead her away, she digs in her heels and says no - she doesn’t want to do this.

“Oh?” Gilbert poses, smiling. 

She thinks that maybe if she’s honest, he’ll change his mind - it’s a chance she’s willing to take at least. 

Only to be thrown for a loop when he seemingly easily agrees that if that’s how it is that’s how it is, he’ll back off. But THAT’S EVEN MORE UNSETTLING that he’d agree so easily, or smile so kindly as he does. Gilbert asks why she looks so surprised, given that she doesn’t like the idea, and he says he’ll just find some other noblewoman to go with him.

Her heart freezes as he goes on. “Of course the lady being escorted by the prince of Obsidian will have to bear the brunt of the censure. Hopefully just her, but there’s a chance it could cause trouble for her entire family.” He muses that they might be accused of being traitors, or their lives put under a microscope. “Granted, you’re well-protected by the princes, so you’d probably be shielded from most of that…but you ‘don’t want to’, do you?”

She tries to counter that that’s not what she’s saying, but he turns it back around on her and says it is - and who will be sacrificed? He doesn’t blame her though and she shouldn’t be ashamed, since humans are inherently creatures that put their own self-preservation above all else.

She feels backed into a corner, as if Gilbert’s already figured out how to manipulate her after only a brief time of knowing her. Clearly confident that she’d never be able to say no to him after putting it like this. And in resignation, she agrees to accompany him, knowing she won’t win here…much to his smiling delight.

After Gilbert discusses things with Sariel, she finds herself on edge but accompanying him into a mansion on the outskirts of the city. The moment Gilbert steps through the door, all the conversation dies, and everyone stops to stare at the man the same way they all had at the diplomatic party that first night they’d met. 

She can’t help feeling like she stands out even more than Gilbert does though - the mysterious lady being escorted by the Obsidian prince. 

“You’re looking a bit pale again aren’t you, Miss Bunny?” Gilbert observes, and she doesn’t contest it, causing him to chuckle again. “Are you nervous? Hold my hand.”

She tries to turn him down, but before she can he takes it anyways, as if she has no grounds to deny him. Pep talking herself to not worry about the stares so much anymore, when something strikes her. “Prince Gilbert, your hands are cold.”

She’d thought as much before (he’d touched her cheeks when he stopped the stalker) and she’d sort of just chalked it up to his gloves or whatnot, but he literally feels so cold it’s like there’s no body warmth whatsoever - it’s rather alarming, tbh.

“Cold hands, warm heart,” he quotes the saying back at her, and asks why she’s refusing to look at him - it’s not like he’s done anything terrible to her right?

Internally she’s thinking YES THIS WHOLE THING COUNTS AS TERRIBLE but she doesn’t give it voice - and he scolds her not to look so glum as he twines their fingers together. Intimately, like a couple, she’s thinking, when…

“You are my lover right now, are you not?” Gilbert poses, sotto voce.  

She’s so gobsmacked she can’t even find words to respond to that for a good few seconds. “...Didn’t you say you can’t stand lies?”

“It’s not a lie,” he counters. “If I say you are my lover, then it’s true. At least here and now.”

She’s forcing herself to think about this rationally, realizing that maybe his insisting she’s his lover may have something to do with this party…and warily she asks what kind of party this is.

On a smile, he tells her she’ll just have to see to find out. Still holding her hand as he takes in the party around them. 

She does notice that there seems to be more women than men here, looking even more extravagant than they had at the welcome ball, wearing brightly colored gowns. They’re approached by the nobleman who seems to be the host, who thanks Gilbert for attending and Gilbert says he must have quite the spectacle prepared if he’s invited him.

The host agrees, saying it’s been some time since they’ve had anything to do with Obsidian - all the people gathered here are interested in forging better bonds with his country etc etc…

But Gilbert cuts him off to say he’s not exactly a fan of beating around the bush - and as the nobleman breaks off it hits Emma then exactly what’s going on here. The party seems to be a place to introduce plenty of eligible ladies to Gilbert.

Gilbert poses to her the question of why women would be interested in something like that, and Emma hazards a guess that it’d be a way to form a bridge of diplomacy. Gilbert seems a little more cynical though, pointing out how they’d be in a position of power and a place to negotiate with other countries as well…it’d be a sort of double edged sword but if that person could advance peace they’d be considered a hero, right?

She’s not sure that it’s as cut and dry as that, and Gilbert seems to pick up on her thoughts.

“It’s not that simple,” he agrees to her unspoken assessment. “Seeing as how the nobility will use any means necessary to gain power. Regardless of whether that means falling into league with the enemy. That’s why I like you.”

That’s why?? She doesn’t have time to ponder that before Gilbert lifts her hand to his lips - but not to kiss it, the way one of the princes from her stories would. She lets out a small pained cry as he bites her index finger, drawing it back to find he’s literally left a small toothmarks in her skin. 

Poor girl is just WTF HE BIT ME?!?!

A totally unrepentant Gilbert says she doesn’t seem interested in power whatsoever - which is why he likes her. “I’m the sort who wants to leave my mark on a girl I like.” It feels like the air around her has frozen even more when he finally smiles and goes on. “But my apologies. It hurt, didn’t it?”

He’s stroking the sore spot with his cold fingers, and she’s getting the impression that was really happened here was a warning - a threat, to all the women gathered here. It’d be a rare woman who would be interested in a man that hurts what they love.

Clearly Gilbert knew what this party was, long before he set foot here, but his goal isn’t to simply avoid the situation or use her to deflect unwanted attention. He could have simply chosen NOT to come if that’s what he wanted. Clearly his intention in coming was to make a gesture that sent a message to everyone.

He quips that she must like him so much she can’t even look away, and she realizes she’s been staring at him lost in thought as he puts an arm around her and draws her close. Pronouncing that the position of his ‘Rhodolite lover’ has been filled, so he’s not interested in anyone else.

Then he laughs, and poses the question - just what is the true identity of this mystery woman who’s captivated him??

His casual comment has her blood draining, everyone’s gaze fixed on her - and they’re far from nice looks being angled her way. Gilbert says that at this rate, her family will be the one to come out on top. “Oh, right…which family is it our little bunny hails from?”

Now she’s sweating bullets, because even though she’s gotten her cover story all in place, she doesn’t want to inconvenience or make a target of the baron who’s agreed to go along with Sariel’s fib. And it’s occurring to her that this was probably part of Gilbert’s plan in inviting her to this party too, to strongarm her into revealing her identity.

He’s clearly convinced she’s Belle. He merely wants irrefutable proof. 

Scrambling, she finally sees no other recourse - she tells him that she’s kept them a secret from her father, so while she’s here she’s a ‘nobody’...and she begs him not to push this.

She knows he hates lies, and he’s just looking down at her for long moments before he seems to relent, offering a smile that horrifyingly reaches nowhere near his eyes as he says he just came today to show her off anyways so it doesn’t matter if she gives her name or not.

This feels like WAY too easy of a victory, before she realizes no…he’s probably not giving up. He’s probably got some other angle entirely still, ones she can’t even see, and she’s suddenly desperate to get away. She’s too on edge to be able to look at the big picture and try and see if she can figure out just what he’s up to, so she makes her excuses about needing fresh air and he graciously lets her go.

She leaves the hall as if running from him, following a servant that’s guiding her to a break room set up by the host. She’s about to enter as the servant is leaving, trying desperately to organize her thoughts about Gilbert’s real purpose here, when she sees someone else reflected behind her….

Premium End

It’s Gilbert, saying aloud how he’s caught up to her - and she notices the servant sort of slinking off.

Gilbert laughs a little. “A good thing, no?” Baffled, she wonders what is, but he waves it off as nothing to worry about if she hadn’t noticed. Ignoring her confusion he grabs her hand. “More importantly, I’m tired of this party. Let’s leave?”

In a short while, they’re sitting in a carriage, and she starts to speak up when he finishes for her - observing that she seems to want to know what the point of all this was. 

“Yes. Can you tell me?” she asks.

“I’d rather not,” he replies. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

His words take her by surprise - but not as much as the way the carriage shakes violently in the next moment, the horses whinnying in alarm. She’s thrown from her seat, only to be caught by Gilbert, and she thanks him for steadying her. 

“You’re welcome. Why don’t you take a peek out the window?” he suggests. His tone is kind but there’s no choice really in it - he forcibly takes her to the window where it’s too dark to see much of anything other than torchlight. She can hear the sounds of fighting, and looking closer she can see the knights from the court that were escorting their carriage had drawn their swords and are engaged with someone. 

The carriage is under attack!

Realizing that, she turns to Gilbert but he’s wearing the same pleasant smile as always. “Well, Miss Bunny….what do you think they want?”

“Money?” she ventures, figuring they’re in the mountains and it’s not uncommon for carriages to be held up as they travel. 

But Gilbert shakes his head, and sets her straight. “Revenge, on me.”

She echoes that blankly and he reminds her that she’s a citizen of Rhodolite - surely she must remember what happened to her country ten years ago? His words remind her of Obsidian’s bloody invasion of Rhodolite ten years prior. Even though the princes and armies of Rhodolite had managed to repel them, plenty of people still hold grudges surrounding that event. 

‘But you weren’t there ten years ago…” she begins.

“No. If I had been, Rhodolite would be no more,” Gilbert assures her, explaining that he can’t stand losing battles and if he can’t be assured of a victory that delivers the most results with the least losses, he won’t launch any attack. “But that doesn’t matter to the people of Rhodolite, does it? I’m a member of the royal family. Being resented is part and parcel of being a prince.”

As she’s still wondering if something like that can just be dismissed so casually, Gilbert says he’s got something else to show her and he kicks the door of the carriage open, taking her outside. Right into the fray, where the fighting is so fierce the dirt is kicked up in dusty clouds around them.

He laughs a little before asking if she’s frightened, to which she replies OF COURSE…but he tells her not to worry. “As long as you are my lover, I will protect you.”

She’s thinking PROTECT?? When he seems to be the cause of all this??? But she doesn’t have the stones to say that out loud, and as she’s silent she sees a figure come up behind Gilbert and slash at his back from the darkness. “Behind you!”

But at the same moment she shouts, Gilbert turns and slams his cane into the man’s stomach - stomping on his head as he collapses and jabbing him. All so fast she can hardly keep up, but it’s clear even to her untrained eye that he’s on an entirely different level. 

Gilbert says to the man it’s obvious he’s just a common thug, so someone must have given him information on the whereabouts of Gilbert - who’s his boss? The man refuses to answer anything, but it doesn’t matter…a moment later Gilbert seems to have figured it out. “I see. The Viscount Garman, hm?”

That seems to get a startled reaction out of the man (and Emma too at how he’d clearly guessed right without the man saying anything). Gilbert muses aloud that he was the guy who had lost family on the day of that bloody invasion, and that if he hates Gilbert that much, he should have taken up a sword and attacked him himself…yet, he’s not here.

“Is he waiting for a report from you, glass of wine in hand, as we speak?” Gilbert wonders aloud. “It’s clear from your appearance you don’t live a life of luxury. I’m guessing he’s paid you. Paid for you to risk your life, while he sits back and watches from somewhere safe. Do you think that’s truly ‘noble’?”

The thug doesn’t seem to have any reply to that, and she can’t see Gilbert’s expression clearly from where she stands. But she doesn’t hear anything like a smile in his dry tone. 

She jumps when Gilbert turns to address her, and he points out to her that the people of Rhodolite that concern themselves with him fall into two camps - those who want to use him, like those in attendance at the party earlier…and those who want to kill him for revenge.

“But they all have one thing in common,” he finishes.

One thing…she’s pondering what he means by that, and what he’s trying to say, turning all that over in her head before she speaks. “None of them are willing to use their own hands to achieve their goals?”

“You’re pretty sharp, aren’t you, Miss Bunny?” 

She can finally see Gilbert’s face in the dark. How he’s smiling, but his crimson eye isn’t laughing at all as he poses her a question - does this revenge seem like a justified cause to her? She says no, and he presses further, asking if she thinks the party was? She’s silent at that, and he says that this is what he wanted to show her.

“How does this dirty world look to your pure heart?”

She takes a moment to ponder his words, and how she’d considered him a terrifying person but perhaps the truly terrifying people are those who would use others for their own gain. Offer up their daughters in exchange for power, use other’s lives for their own revenge. Even if that’s the way the world truly is, she can’t fathom it.

“You must have realized by now - that there are plenty of people far scarier than I am. Are you still frightened of me?” Gilbert asks her. 

She can’t find the words to answer him.

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The attack suppressed by the knights, she and Gilbert finally arrive safely back at the castle. All of the servants give them a wide berth as they pass and she can feel their discomfort - usually they would all offer her a smile and a greeting. 

Gilbert seems amused as he notes that, judging by their reactions there’s a rumor going around that she is his lover indeed, and she can practically feel herself pale at his words. “Did that nobleman who was hassling you say something? Knowing it would ostracize you.”

She’s still reeling from the days events and now this, and Gilbert takes her hand as if to comfort her, and tells her not to worry - he’ll take responsibility for her and take care of her while he’s at court.

“....No, that’s quite alright, thank you,” she tells him.

But he just smiles and says she doesn’t have any grounds to tell him no…and as she’s silent, he laughs and notes that he’s glad to have some company.

His phrasing confuses her for a moment until she realizes what he’s implying. That the position she’s in and the intrigues she’s been exposed to is the world that Gilbert sees day in and day out. The whole party and attack may have been some unusual events for her, but for him it’s just the same old. 

This man lives in such a cold world…and she flashes back to how he’d said it would be lonely going to a party alone. Gilbert claims he doesn’t lie, so…was being ‘lonely’ his real motivation all along? That thought has her absolutely shooketh.

And Gilbert seems to take advantage of that, turning her face his way as he calls out to her. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

And this time, for once, it’s not fear that causes her heart to skip a beat but the sad tone of his voice. A bit spooked by this she tries to shake him off and put some space between them but he just laughs and says too bad - she caught onto him.

He was just trying to get her to let her guard down, wasn’t he? Everything from the start was all a part of his plan - right down to predicting just how she’d be affected and vulnerable after hearing and seeing everything she had. Manipulate her feelings and have her play right into his hand.

“You gave me the slip, right at the end. You’re no pushover, are you?” Gilbert grins, now that his jig is up, and she holds her tongue. “Haha, don’t be so wary. I did mean what I said about wanting to get to know you. I don’t lie.”

Maybe he doesn’t lie, per se, but he keeps anything important obscured behind smoke and mirrors. That’s just who he is. But at the end of the day he’s the prince of an enemy country, that’s trying to run roughshod over Rhodolite - she can’t afford to get close to him. But she also can’t just keep him at arms length without trying to learn anything about him - that would make her no different than those nobles who don’t see people as people.

And whatever else he is, Gilbert is still a person, just like her. 

“I don’t want to be friends,” she warns him, and he starts to interject. 

“But I will treat you the same as I would anyone else.” That seems to pique his interest, and she goes on to say that regardless of whether he’s an enemy beast, some rampaging beast, or whatever - she wants to face him, just one person to another.

He seems genuinely shocked for a moment. 

And she thinks that she was chosen to be the next Belle because she was expected to choose the next king without bias - how can she claim to do that when she’s viewed Gilbert with prejudice from the start? The last thing she wants is to be anything like those aristocrats.

Gilbert recovers and lets out a little huff, still seeming a bit stunned. “Approaching me one person to another doesn’t change who or what I am, does it? But I’m glad. I’ve been wanting to face you too.” He closes the space between them and takes up her hand again. “What happens when someone pure like you gets sullied?”

She stammers a confused reply, but he cuts her off with a laugh and says he’s looking forward to finding out. He lifts her fingers and she hastily tells him she has NO interest in being bitten again - but utterly nonplussed and ignoring how much she hates the idea, he takes her finger between his teeth and bites down again, as hard as he can. 

It hurts far more than it did at the party.

“I said as much already, didn’t I? I like to leave a mark on those things I like. I’m looking forward to getting to know you, Miss Bunny.”

He runs his tongue over her smarting fingertip, and then releases her hand. Turning away in a seemingly good mood with a flourish of his cape…leaving her behind, very bemused. She has no idea if this whole ‘seeing eye to eye’ thing might ever work out, but as she clutches her abused hand and wipes away the pained tears in her eyes, most of the way her heart pounds is out of fear.

But mixed in amongst the fear are some other emotions that she just can’t quite place yet.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #ikepri jp summary

[dark-frosted-heart]

Stuff from Clavis' route of the abstinence event (禁欲野獣Level∞) on JP

mildly nsfw toward the end

Clavis you don't just ask someone if they prefer a guy who's a dom, gentle, or has terrible habits while she's eating

Emma tells Clavis that he's all of the above so she can't pick just one

Why'd he ask that? So that he knows how to reward her for doing well with her diplomacy lessons so far. Clavis has been pretty Spartan with the lessons

Achroite has their own form of table manners

Her next lessons are going to be about the religious practices of each country.

Emma runs away from Clavis when he simply places a hand on her shoulder. Why? Because of all the lessons lately, they haven't had the time to be intimate so even the slightest touch turns her on.

Emma lies awake at night and stares at Clavis' sleeping face. As she's thinking about how strung up she is, Clavis wakes up and scares Emma.

Clavis offers to help her sleep. He pulls Emma into a hug and rhythmically pats her back which just immediately makes her feel hot.

Clavis then suddenly pinches her ear, notices how red they are, and wonders what's up with her. Emma's having a hard time not making any sounds with how he plays with her ear and then strokes his fingers up and down her back. She's so hyperaware of his touch.

A hell lot of weeks pass and one day the two head to Rhodolite castle. Clavis plans to teach Emma the dances of countries outside of Rhodolite's neighbors. After all, they have widely different cultures.

Just one problem. Dancing involves touching. So Emma hesitates when he offers his hand.

Clavis: You're worried that you'll be distracted by this beautiful face, aren't you?

They start with Tanzanite, where dancing started. Unfortunately for Emma, there's no room for Jesus in this dance style. She gets distracted by the way the fingers on her hips move. It's all part of the dance, Clavis claims.

Actually no, that was a lie.

The two stare at each other for a while and then Emma makes the first move by kissing him. Clavis just stands there dumbfounded and Emma's about to take back what she did when he crushes his lips against hers.

Clavis blames Emma for making things hard for him these past weeks because of how she looked at him.

Clavis isn't in agony, he's horny. It's just that he's good at hiding it. Remember, this man did hold back from going all the way with Emma until they were engaged.

They're making out nonstop in the dance hall when they're interrupted by the sound of maids coming in. So the two hide behind a pillar before anyone sees them. As the maids extinguish the lights, Emma prays that they don't catch them.

Meanwhile, Clavis starts kissing her again and places his knee between her legs to keep her upright. And it hits the right spot so Emma kisses him back to keep herself from moaning

Emma wants to stop kissing but at the same time doesn't

After the maids have left, the two Clavis' room in the castle.

In the time they've undressed, Emma's tied Clavis' hands behind his back because his touches were practically killing her.

Clavis may not be able to use his hands, but that doesn't stop him from burying his face in Emma's boobs. He still has his mouth. Emma you should've gagged him.

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Book of Memories ~ Clavis, Jin, and Sariel ~

Card story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Clavis gets bullied

BOOM!

AAAAAHHHHHH!

(Ah...There goes two down a hole.)

Since coming to court, the sounds of explosions and screams have become apart of my daily life. Amazed by how adaptable people are, I stopped reading and headed toward the nose.

Jin: Are you two hurt?

The knights came out of the hole with the help of Jin. Besides them was Clavis, who was probably the one that dug the pit, and Sariel, whose brows were furrowed. Just an everyday sight.

Knight 1: Fortunately, the hole was filled with cushions so I'm fine. How about you?

Knight 2: Same. Thanks for your help.

Jin: I just lent a hand while you two were climbing out.

Clavis: You two must have cooled off now after falling down the hole. I'll see you two tomorrow.

Knights: Yes sir.

(Were the knights arguing?)

(An underhanded method to get them to make up, but it's expected from Clavis.)

Sariel: Prince Clavis will fill this hole up by himself. Everyone else can go about your own business.

Knights: Understood! Excuse us!

(Wow, they look so happy...)

I approach the three, as if replacing the knights that just hurried off.

Clavis: Emma, did you come to see who got caught in my trap? Unfortunately you're too late.

Emma: Actually, I thought I'd come help whoever fell in the pit.

Jin: Most people would stay away to avoid getting dragged in to trouble, but you're so sweet. I'll give you some candy for being a good girl. Here, give me your hand.

Emma: Thank you.

I hold my hand out and he gives me a lollipop. Sariel clears his throat and I’m pretty sure the increased tension’s not a part of my imagination.

Sariel: Prince Clavis, you already made a pit trap yesterday, didn’t you? Are you planning to unlevel this beautiful garden?

Clavis: It looks like our dear bureaucrat's vision is deteriorating so why don't I show you? Look at where I filled up a hole yesterday. It's as beautiful as it was before I dug it up. No unevenness here.

Emma: Wait, you're pointing at my feet. Did you dig a pit here yesterday?!

Jin: It's true that it's pretty level here. You're not just a master digger, but a master filler too.

Sariel: Prince Jin, please don't encourage him. He'll get carried away.

Jin: Getting carried away's a problem, but the hole's been nicely filled. Isn't that okay?

Clavis: Jin really is a wonderful older brother and partner in crime. I'll make some sweets for you next time.

Jin: I'll pass since Yves' making sweets. How about you make something as an apology to Sariel?

Sariel: If you'd like to know what it's like to step on thin ice, then by my guest. You don't feel sorry at all.

Clavis: Are you expecting me to?

Sariel: ...

Emma: S-Sariel, please don't be angry. If you furrow your brows any further, you won't be able to get rid of the wrinkles.

Jin: If he can't get rid of them, I'll teach him how to massage them out.

Sariel: We should deal with the source of the wrinkles first.

Jin: Think you can do it?

(I don't think so...)

Clavis returns the stares with a proud smile and Sariel quietly pinches his brows.

Sariel: Intelligence increases with age, but I wish that his ability with traps remained that of a child's. Seriously.

Emma: As expected, he wasn't as powerful as a kid.

Jin: If he was this powerful as a kid, the castle would've been repaired more than 10 times over.

Emma: The thought of it is terrifying.

Sariel: There's no charm in falling into a trap you set yourself.

Emma: Own trap?

Clavis: Oi, why'd you just say something like that to Emma? You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Sariel: Just some divine punishment.

Jin: That's quite a promotion from bureaucrat.

Clavis: Emma, forget what you heard. That's just a false memory of Sariel's.

Emma: Did you get caught in your own trap, Clavis?

Clavis: I've never seen you smile without any reservation or care like that before.

Jin: It was such a failure. I think it was his first time setting such a big trap.

Sariel: Yes, the trap suddenly malfunctioned and went off before it could be stopped.

Jin: The impact caused Clavis to slip, grab our clothes, and drag us into the pond together with a plop.

~~Flashback start~~

Sariel: You've done it now.

Jin: Hey, your glare's making Clavis cry.

Clavis: *sniff* I'm just pretending to cry. I'm just great at acting, okay! Damn it...Me, a genius, made this trap. I'm frustrated, but I'll definitely succeed next time. I'll keep going at it until I do!

Sariel: You caused so much trouble for others, yet you don't regret it at all?

Clavis: Eek

Jin: Hey, hey, don't actually make him cry. It's just child's play, isn't it?

Sariel: It's never too late to nip evil in the bud.

Jin: Clavis, run! Sariel's serious!

Clavis: Run away!

Sariel: Hold it!

~~Flashback end~~

(Wow, I can just imagine it.)

Jin: As you get older, you want to reminisce.

Clavis: About people's failures?

Jin: It's a precious memory for me. There was some commotion after that and I didn't have time to rest.

Emma: I'm sorry Clavis, but I'd love to hear about your lovely memories too.

Clavis: If my own shame can make someone else happy...It can't be helped. I'll allow it.

Sariel: Emma, would you like to hear about another memory?

Clavis: We're ending it there!

Jin: Your tolerance went away in an instant.

Sariel: Fufu, must be a dark past he wants to forget about.

(It's rare to see Clavis so flustered.)

Suddenly, a casual question out of curiosity springs up.

(Sariel was Clavis' teacher, wasn't he?)

(He's probably the one that got to see the evolution of traps up close.)

(Even if they've improved over time, I think they could've been prevented in the first place...)

Sariel: At any rate, this trap was a little crude, even for you.

(Hm...?)

Sariel: I think you were pressed for time because there was too much room for just two men.

Clavis: You got a good eye. To begin with, I didn't have enough time to prepare. It would've been better to string them up.

Jin: But you'd need a tree large enough to hold two knights. It'd be hard to lure them to the right place, wouldn't it? Then how about-

(This...I've never seen this before)

It was unheard of for Sariel to start evaluating traps while in the middle of a lecture. And after hearing Jin's suggestion, started adding on to the ideas for new traps. Apparently I was unaware of the fact that this was part of the trio's daily life.

(So, rather than Sariel failing to prevent traps, he's just not trying to.)

(Then why...)

One question's answered and another pops up in its place.

Clavis: ...

(Ah...)

For a moment, Clavis' eyes softened. That expression...

Clavis: Emma

Suddenly, our eyes meet when he calls my name and he pokes my cheek after closing the distance between us.

Clavis: You've got that smile on your face again. You've been thinking about me, haven't you?

Emma: Yes... I wanted to know more about your childhood memories, Clavis.

I unconsciously gave an answer different from what I had in mind, but it wasn't a lie. My reply made Sariel's smile widen and his shoulders shook slightly.

Sariel: How about I prepare for you the finest memories?

Jin: I won't lose to you.

Clavis: Those memories are all going to be related to my failures, aren't they.

Jin and Sariel: Of course.

Clavis: You two do nothing but harass me.

Jin: A big brother's love for his little brother.

Sariel: A teacher's love for his apprentice.

The looks of disapproval on Clavis' face makes us laugh out loud. There's no longer any traces of tension or lectures. Instead, a pleasant air seems to surround us.

(Jin and Sariel sound like they're joking, but they must be speaking the truth.)

(When I looked a Clavis just now, for the first time, I thought he was like a little brother.)

Clavis' relaxed expression showed me the happiness and trust that he couldn't hide.

(That's an expression you can only see when he's with the two of them.)

The relationship among the three revealed through traps warmed my heart.

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Signing a Contract - Chevalier Michel (Premium End)

The time’s come for Emma to decide whether she should continue to honor the contract or not.

Luke's wondering what Chevalier's talking about and Yves asks if that's why Emma can't speak. Luke calls Chevalier the worst, is he restricting Emma from talking to other men? Yves doesn’t think Chevalier would do something like that—no wait, scratch that. The Chevalier now would. Luke tells Emma not to worry about the contract, there’s nothing good about a man who holds a tight leash. Well now these two are just getting the wrong idea and Emma can’t have that. She tells the two that they’re misunderstanding things. Chevalier always treats her well, it’s just that she can't talk right now. She apologizes, takes Chevalier’s hand, and excuses herself. All she wanted to do was honor the contract and everyone’s making such a fuss. 

Emma hides in a nearby storage room. Chevalier’s less than impressed by how she ran away. He then takes out the contract and points at the first clause. In the end, even uttering a single word to another man meant breaking the contract. As Emma’s apologizing for the trouble Chevalier went through to help her with drafting a contract, he flicks her forehead and then kisses her deeply. When he pulls away, he sneers and asks if she remembers what happens if she broke the contract. She’ll accept whatever treatment from him.

That kiss just now and that seductive gaze…Where will they go from here? Emma’s heart races as if she’s waiting to be punished. Chevalier sits down on a nearby crate and has Emma lean against him. Oh wait, but there’s still work. Chevalier tells her not to worry, she’s had the day off since this morning. Wait…Did that mean he had planned to have Emma practice writing contracts? Emma thanks him as she was able to go through the whole process of writing up and entering into a contract with another party. However she regrets not being able to hold up her end to the very end. \

As she wonders what she could’ve done, Chevalier tells her to first think of what caused her to fail and Emma replies that she was inadequate. Chevalier says there was an issue before the contract was finalized. He reminds her of how she agreed to the reparations. He bites her ear before continuing. By accepting “any” treatment, she pretty much surrendered herself to the other party. That was careless. Chevalier continues to play with her ear. It’s because the other party was Chevalier, Emma thinks. She tries to speak, but Chevalier’s continuous teasing and touching leaves her at a loss for words.

Then, Emma hears footsteps near the door and warns him, but Chevalier’s lips just quirks up. His fingers just continue to steadily stroke her and Emma’s desperately trying to hold back any noises when he kisses her again. Even with the chance of someone coming into the room, she can’t resist the pleasure. When Chevalier pulls away, he whispers into her ear that she’s broken the contract so she’ll be punished accordingly.

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Signing a Contract - Chevalier Michel (main route)

After Chevalier and Emma have breakfast together, they head to the foreign faction's office when they're stopped by Sariel who wants to double check the clauses on a contract given yesterday. As Emma looks over it, she realizes that it was written in a way that the other party can make decisions in their favor. Emma apologizes and says she’ll redraft it. While she’s been able to do her official duties without much of a problem, she hasn’t gotten the hang of drafting contracts. She was extra careful this time too which is making her feel even more down. But the weight on her heart’s lifted a bit when she notices Chevalier seeing through her with a warmth in his eyes. Emma resolves to do better.

Upon arriving at the office, Chevalier immediately hands Emma a sheet of paper used to write contracts. She wonders if he means for her to practice with him, but she doesn’t want to be a bother. Chevalier tells her that a contract only exists when there’s another party involved and asks if she thinks she can practice by herself. Well he’s got a point. With Chevalier with her, that heavy feeling Emma had in her heart disappears. 

Emma and Chevalier make a contract together as practice. He lists out the terms and as she drafts the contract, she checks it over with him. 

Party A (Emma) is prohibited from speaking with another man except for Party B (Chevalier) for the day.

Should the contract be broken, Party A will accept whatever treatment from Party B.

Regarding the first point, Chevalier’s sure that Emma can figure out how to go a day without talking to other men. Kind of sounds like he wants her to spend the whole day with him. However, Emma still has her work to do which involves running around and handing stuff to other people, but Chevalier says that she doesn’t have to talk to the people she interacts with. He’ll make an exception in the case of something urgent needing to be passed on.

When it came to thinking up of reparations for breaking the contract, Emma first suggested making sweets, but Chevalier says that it wouldn’t be any different from usual.

With the contract completed, the two sign it.

Now Emma will have to have as little contact with men as possible for the day. She performs her official duties with a weird sense of nervousness. And then Nokto shows up. While she’d usually greet him, all she can do today is smile at him. He walks up to Emma after finishing his report to Chevalier and points out that she’s acting weird. He asks if she’s doing something interesting and Emma’s internally panicking because she can’t talk to him. Meanwhile Chevalier’s just smirking. Emma just shakes her head at Nokto who asks Chevalier if there’s something wrong with her. If Nokto’s got time to ask stuff like this, then he must have a lot of time on his hands. Chevalier can fix that—and Nokto’s gone. Emma mentally apologizes to the prince.

And so continues Emma’s day of trying to honor the contract. When she goes to the kitchen to make tea for Chevalier after finishing some work, Yves is already there. He tells Emma that she made it just in time to taste test his sweets. Emma’s again panicking because she doesn’t think she’ll be able to gesture out her thoughts. Meanwhile, Yves asks if she’s feeling sick and then starts to get mad when she doesn’t say anything. Emma runs away before words spill out, and Yves is left dumbstruck in the kitchen.

And then Emma runs into Luke who asks why she’s in such a rush. He looks worried but Emma can’t say anything so she claps her hands together to express her gratitude and runs away. Well, except Yves is in her way. Both he and Luke ask her why she’s running away from them and with Emma still not speaking, Yves is getting worried. He asks her if she has a sore throat-Luke offers some honey. The more the two worry over her, the more guilt Emma feels. As she tries to back away, they reach out and grab her. No more running; if she’s sick, they’re bringing her to the infirmary. 

Then all of a sudden, someone pulls Emma away from the two. She looks up and sees Chevalier. Yves and Luke express their worries over Emma’s inability to speak to the king and ask if he knows what’s up. With a faint smile, Chevalier tells Emma that he’s not here to save her. She has to figure this out herself. Can she continue to honor the contract? But the others are worried. The time’s come for Emma to decide whether she should continue to honor the contract or not.

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The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (Part 2)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Case. 2: How to get Clavis to listen to your request

Emma: Okay, Clavis. Come here.

I sat down in the middle of my bed and patted my lap.

It was a tried and true way to improve Clavis’ mood.

(I have to show him my sincerity if I want to ask a favor)

Clavis: Hmm…

However, Clavis didn’t immediately take the bait.

(Ah, darn it)

I quickly pull up my skirt to expose my bare legs.

It wasn’t just lying on my thighs, I had to pull out all the stops to maximize Clavis’ mood.

Clavis: Haha, as expected of my fiancee. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?

(I get embarrassed each time…)

Clavis rushed onto the bed and laid his head on my lap.

These days, Clavis, who believed in lap pillow supremacy and had a strong attachment to bare legs, had been turning his head to the side rather than looking up.

He said it allowed him to feel the warmth of bare legs that way so maybe it’s his favorite position.

Clavis: Haaaa…How are your legs so comfortable?

It’s terrible for my heart because every time he speaks, I feel his breath on my skin.

Emma: Pervert…

Clavis: Too late for that now, isn’t it? This elasticity’s irresistible. 

Emma: Please don’t do anything weird?!

Clavis: Weird?

Emma: T-the way you’re stroking and nuzzling my legs right now…

Clavis: It’s skinship

Emma: Your skinship’s akin to perverted deeds.

Clavis: You don’t like it?

Emma: I wouldn’t say that…

Clavis: Haha, then what’s the problem?

(Need to coax him…Not a problem!)

To put Clavis in a better mood, I stroked his hair

As I moved my hand to fix his stray hairs, his golden eyes closed at the comforting sensation.

(I never thought there’d be a day where I thought Clavis was cute…)

(But if I tell him how cute he looks, it’ll spoil the lap pillow…)

Emma: Clavis, you’re pretty cool.

Clavis: Hm, what’s wrong? Why are you stating the obvious?

Emma: I’m always thinking that.

Clavis: What exactly is cool about me?

Emma: Your face and everything about you inside and out.

Clavis: Tell me more.

Emma: Well… Yesterday, you had business negotiations with all of those companies, didn’t you? It was so cool seeing your intelligent and strategic negotiation skills that I forgot about your perverted gentleman side. 

(Of course, there are a lot of other cool things about you as well)

Clavis: I see, I see. …Perverted gentleman?

(Crap, that slipped out)

Emma: It’s a compliment? For you, perversion is synonymous with love. 

Clavis: Oh, I had no idea my fiancee had such a deep understanding. Alright, from tomorrow on, I’ll be calling myself a perverted gentleman.

Emma: Please don’t.

(I was wondering how things would go, but it’s going well…)

Emma: By the way, Clavis, are you free tomorrow?

Clavis: Ah, sure.

Emma: Sure?

Clavis: I think you want to ask me a favor?

(...!)

Facing up, Clavis smiled in amusement.

Clavis: You’re too obvious.

Emma: Was I that obvious?

Clavis: Yep. You’re usually so shy, but when you want to ask me for a favor, you suddenly become bold.

(He’s not wrong…)

Clavis: So?

Emma: A new cafe opened up in the city… It looks like something I’d like so I want to go. But, the problem is…

Clavis: Is it a place aimed toward women?

Emma: How did you know?

Clavis: Of course I do. I’m the one that invested in that shop.

Emma: Ah, I see… …Wait, what?!

Clavis: Haha, I know the owner. When I heard their plan for the shop, I thought it sounded like a place you’d like so I invested a lot of money into it. Looks like I wasn’t wrong.

(This is what Clavis is…)

I couldn’t help but smile.

Emma: Thank you, Clavis.

Clavis: I’m a great guy, you know?

Emma: That you are. Can’t ever find a man that will surpass you.

Clavis: Naturally. And Emma, I believe you’ve misunderstood… How could I ever refuse a request from you?

Emma: I know that… Hence the lap pillow.

(I know he’ll grant my request…that’s why I have to thank him)

Clavis: Ahh, I see… Then, in addition to the lap pillow, how about you throw in a kiss?

Emma: Sure, why not?

Before he could notice the heat on my cheeks, I dropped a kiss on Clavis’ lips as he closed his eyes.

Then, naturally, he placed a hand on the back of my head and we started kissing for longer than I planned.

(Next time, I’ll add a kiss before you ask)

(I’m sure Clavis will do grant more of my requests in the future)

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