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In the Midst of Conflict

Summary For “In the Midst of Conflict”: Five to six years have passed since the five of them have attended Night Raven College. Lilia Vanrouge and Alexandria Gonzalez-Garcia had changed their friendship into a romantic relationship. But how will they navigate said romance when Malleus takes the throne after his grandmother disappears? How will Alex deal with being an outsider in the Briar Valley? Will their romance survive and flourish or will it wilt and crumble from their hands?

Co written by @eternity-forevermore and myself, @bloody-psycho-love!

Night Two

Alexandria knelt down on one knee and bowed to show Malleus Draconia the respect that he very much deserved. Her right hand was on her heart. It was the way that she was taught to respect, honor, and show her loyalty to the King of Spain at the time. But this time, it felt proper. It felt right. "My allegiance and my loyalty are with you. And only to this group. No one else shall receive it unless they are welcomed by you and Lilia." Malleus felt as if he were the luckiest fae in all of Twisted Wonderland with how many people (humans and fae alike) were willing to be by his side until the end of their fighting days. With their honest and sincere words, their expressions of twinkling eyes and expressions of seriousness, the Prince's worries evaporated. Gone. It was as if they were never there to begin with. "Thank you. For your allegiance and for your kind words. You may all stand up now." Seeing them like that was oddly fitting. But he wouldn't want to do that to him while in the throne room. This was something that was supposed to be for his eyes only. No one else was worthy of this but this group, Yuu and a few select others.

Being helped up by her lover, Alex wordlessly pushed off any kind of particle that flew in the air. "What should we do now?"

Lilia pondered for a moment, humming out loud, until he glanced outside, noting just how dark it had become.

"Perhaps we should go to bed?" He suggested, "It will become rather late, soon. And we have to leave in the morning, I do believe."

"I do think that is a good idea," Sebek answered, "So that we can have enough energy to move. After all, we're on the edge of Briar Valley, so it would take a good while to reach the capital where Her Highness resides."

Silver nodded, "Yeah, and so we can be better prepared for any surprises that may come our way." "But it's not too terribly late," Lilia says, "We can fit in another game," a devilish smile, "Should Malleus and Sebek like to join us. But only if they want to- if not, I suppose we should turn in early for the night."

Inwardly sighing, Alex did her best to keep her inner thoughts... well, inner thoughts. "I do like Lilia's idea. Playing a new game. But perhaps we shall take shifts in watching over the cottage just in case?" Until someone else agrees on this, it would hang up in the air. There was complete silence until Malleus had nodded, voicing his agreement. "Yes. I agree with the human. However, who should go first?" Were there going to be any volunteers? If there were, it would most likely be Sebek if they knew him at all. Then again it could change. After all, who knew what was going to happen tonight? If it was an awful idea, they could just do something else.

"I can go first," Lilia offers, "I've been without sleep for many hours before, so it shouldn't be hard."

"I can take the second shift," Silver says, nodding.

"I'll take it with you, Silver," Sebek replies, "Otherwise your narcolepsy could leave you vulnerable."

Silver didn't comment on it, instead of nodding. He disliked the fact that he would randomly fall asleep at times without warning, but it would be a good idea to have Sebek there. Plus it could help keep him awake, and make it less dull. "That works," Lilia says, "Off to bed with you all. I'll wake you both," a glance to Silver and Sebek, "when the time comes."

After hearing of her lover being awake for long periods of time without any sleep, Alexandria became worried. What did he mean by that and why was he saying that in a peppy tone? Should she accompany him just in case he ends up passing out? No. She needed to trust him on this. Lilia Vanrouge knew his way around a patrol. He wouldn't have become a general without knowing this. Nodding, she would only take her leave after leaning down and giving Lilia a peck on the cheek. "Please stay safe, mi tesoro," She said as she left the room to go up to one of the guest rooms. Would she be allowed to go sleep in his room? If she wasn't, she was going to do it anyway.

Malleus Draconia nodded as he turned his heel and trusted the two knights and general with the patrols. They're experts in this, so there was no worry or concern from him whatsoever. Going to his room, he closed the door behind him gently. Nothing and no one was going to get passed those three for certain. There was a reason that Lilia Vanrouge was his guardian. His grandmother was not one for flawed judgment when it came to his protection.

"No worries, my love," Lilia responds in kind, "I will make sure nothing shall befall on this family, that I do swear."

He looked over at Silver and Sebek, "Now hurry on along now, children," a smile, "Otherwise when it's your turn, you'll be terribly tired."

Silver and Sebek made blank faces, nodded, and then left for their respective rooms. They may have been adults, but they still consider Lilia to be a father figure. Lilia looked to Malleus and Alex, and tilted his head to the side, "If you need anything, I shall be right outside. Please do get enough sleep, my kindred."

Both Malleus and Alex turned their heads in the tilting fae's direction and nodded their heads in unison and confirmation that they heard him. When they had left the room and went into their respective rooms, both had the opposite thoughts. Malleus Draconia entrusted the protection and safety of the home to him while Alexandria was worried about his lack of sleep. But he could pull it off. General Vanrouge has pulled off many things that would have been impossible for others to even process, let alone comprehend and react to. There was no wonder that the Queen had entrusted him with the lives of many others. If they were to have met during his days as a war general, she most likely would have been imprisoned by him or worse. Going to Lilia's room, she closed the door behind her gently. Undressing, she was now in her underwear and nothing else. His clothes would have been too small for her to wear and Alex didn't quite know Malleus well enough (nor Silver nor Sebek) in order to ask him to borrow his clothing.

Malleus simply closed the door behind him (yes, he is in his own room) and changed into some nighttime clothing with the snap of his fingers. As he went to lie down in his bed, his eyes closed. However, his ears were open to any and all noise that would be in the cottage. Being on the edge of Briar Valley was a fool's errand for most if not nearly all.

Once everyone had left, Lilia made a quick trip upstairs. He didn't take too long- simply grabbing the surveillance items. In a few minutes, he was outside.... At the top of the cottage. Lilia didn't think he would ever have to walk through the door at the end of the hallway of the hidden stairway, but then again he didn't think he would ever be in this situation- bringing his entire family back to the cottage and then staying there for the night.

He had a bird's eye view, especially with the aid of the magic stones. Old habits kicked in, and soon Lilia was in tune to his surroundings, from every little pixies and fae that flew and roamed around these parts, to every doe, fawn, and bear that made their home. This part of the forest was always quiet, thankfully, but one can never know when it will be the day that someone dares to venture out in the area.

And Lilia prayed that he would never have to end another being again, if he could help it.

The hours passed, and soon enough the sky was starting to become brighter- but only ever so slightly. It was still dark out, and the sun would likely not come out for another two hours. He supposed it was time to wake up Silver and Sebek, so he did. He went through the door, and down the stairs, until he came upon their rooms, waking them up individually.

Once the two were out and awake, Lilia led the two (albeit sleepy) men towards the hidden staircase, through the hall and then up to the rooftop, where the platform was.

"Alright boys, here are the items. I'll leave you to it."

And without any further elaboration, Lilia left.

Silver and Sebek looked at each other, and furrowed their brows.

"What even is this place?" Silver asks, as he looks around, "Was this hidden passage always here?"

"Don't know," Sebek replied, "Malleus only showed me the hidden passage yesterday- before he announced his succession to the crown."

"...Well then."

The two took a seat, looking over the things left for them.

Soon enough, Alexandria had fallen into a deep slumber. Within her dreams, there was her and Lilia. The lovers were peacefully dancing in formal and pure white (wedding dress, white and green suit and all!), laughing at each other's whispered jokes after they had spoken their vows of undying love to each other. Sharing a passionate kiss between one another all the while being celebrated for their marriage. Malleus, Sebek, Silver, and two women were there to celebrate with them. A general would want a huge celebration, right? But not General Vanrouge. That was what the reception was for! Right now, it was just family and friends. Dancing with the few others at the wedding, cutting a cake together. What more did a woman her age want besides safety and security?

At the same time, Malleus barely dreamed. Yet when he would do so, he would dream of his childhood. Of all of the happy times with baby Silver, small Sebek, and Lilia as his guardian. As his father figure. Warmhearted, loving, compassionate. Yet he was stern and strict when he needed to be. What more could a child of his stature and age ask for? Sure, Lilia's cooking was as abysmal as ever. But it was nutritious and healthy for growing boys such as themselves, at least according to Lilia. Although he was dreaming such a lovely, heartfelt dream, his ears had kept out any unfamiliar noises that were indicative of a stranger in the cottage.

Hours passed, and soon the sun rose. Silver and Sebek spent the majority of the time talking about the past and whatever else they could come up with, while keeping an eye on the things.

"Do you remember how we leave?" Sebek asked, unsure of how to get down, "I think Lilia had us climb the tree," Silver replied, "I don't understand why they never built a ladder- ah, wait. I found the ladder."

And lo and behold, there was a ladder at the edge.

"Why did-"

"Let's not question it, Silver."

The two got down, and entered the passage, curiously glancing at the walls.

"You said Malleus allowed you inside?" Silver asks, once taking note of the doors, "What were they?"

"Just offices, nothing much to them. There were a few magical artifacts- they looked expensive. "

"Ah, I suppose that makes sense now... Why they didn't let us up here."

"...What do you mean?"

"Sebek, you broke the window once."

"...Right."

The conversation dwindled down as they came to the end of the staircase, Sebek casting the magic that Malleus had shown him earlier.

They then entered the living room, the house still as quiet, save for the noise coming from the kitchen, the waft of coffee permeating throughout the room. The two decide to enter the kitchen to see who it was.

Having woken up a couple of hours before sunrise, Alexandria had gotten dressed in the bedroom where her and Lilia were resting. Having found some eggs, a few potatoes, olive oil, and tomatoes, she had decided to make a hearty breakfast to help them all feel rested. The coffee was already hot and ready in cute coffee cups on the dining room table for everyone should they wish to drink some. Coffee that had some dollops of cream and milk in at least one or two of them with the cream and milk chilled a little bit so that it didn't go bad. The sizzling and sauteing of the vegetables was adorned with the cracking of the eggshells as the hearty smell of pan-fried potatoes had filled the kitchen and dining room. As they were being cooked in the pan, she had decided to add some salt and pepper for taste as well as some olive oil. Because she was making a big pan full of pan-fried potatoes, vegetables, and eggs, she decided to add some sliced tomatoes as well. The more vegetables to balance it out, the better. If Alex had more time, she would have also made some chocolate fried churros as well! But they would have had to head out in the early morning. While doing all of this, she was singing a lullaby to herself: Cielito Lindo. It always soothed her and put her mind at ease when she was focusing on cooking. Her long mane of midnight black hair was in a higher bun so as to not get any in the food. It was good to know what to do with a few hair clips, hair ties, and an old fashioned hairbrush. It could be used as a curler if need be! Yes, she was wearing the clothes from yesterday. But it wasn't as if she had brought anything else to wear.

Malleus was still asleep in his bedroom, but would slowly rouse from it as soon as he smelled something being made. Was he out of his room yet? Not by a long shot. But he was fully dressed with just a snap of his fingers. Normally he would have only used it to assist him. But they were in a bit of a time crunch. Taking a book from the shelf, he turned on the magical lamp that he had used when he was younger and began to read.

Silver and Sebek entered into the kitchen, the full scent of food activating their hungry stomach. As if on cue, their stomachs growled. They glanced at each other, then back to Alex, slowly walking over to her to see what she was making. They made sure to make their footsteps loud and heard, as to warn Alex that they were no- as to not completely surprise her.

"What are you making?" Silver asked, curiously. He stood right next to Alex, watching how she sauteed the vegetables, his mouth nearly watering as the sight of cooked food. Usually Silver would forgo breakfast, but he'd already been awake for hours, alongside Sebek, so naturally they craved food. "You made coffee?" Sebek asks, glancing at the cups, "May I have one?" A cup of coffee might do him some good, especially after the shift of surveillance. And truth be told, Sebek liked coffee, although contrary to what one may think, Sebek liked his coffee on the sweeter side. Not too obscenely sweet, just enough to rid the bitterness of coffee.

Alexandria answered, "Oh, this? This is called huevos rotos. It's a hearty breakfast back in my home country on Earth that helps us wake up for the morning." That was when she had begun to describe the process of how it was made, where it was first made and how to properly make it along with the cream and the coffee. The milk was an essential ingredient to help lighten the color of the coffee so that it could be enjoyed without the harsh bitterness. Of course if they preferred it to be bitter, then they wouldn't need to add cream or milk. "Of course! Both of you go grab your coffee el leche! It'll help you both wake up for the journey to Briar Valley." Alex instructed, putting some more olive oil in there to help the pan-fried potatoes, vegetables (tomatoes, mushrooms, bell peppers and caramelized onions), and eggs don't burn on her. "Grab your pans as well from the dining room table! I'll give you your serving here in the kitchen!"

By the time she was ready to serve, Malleus had put his own book away. Walking towards the door, he had opened it with a gentle hand, softly pushing it out of the way. Making his way downstairs, he could only follow his nose for the scent of breakfast that was being made. Once he had made his way into the dining room and the kitchen, he had to admit to himself that his mouth was watering. Internally, he was relieved that another day could go by without the wasteland that was Lilia's cuisine.

The two nodded, grabbing the necessary items and bringing it over to Alex so that they may get served. Once they received a good amount of food, they took their place at the kitchen table, Sebek helping himself to some of the coffee, adding more milk and sugar to it to achieve a tan color.

Silver took a bite of the food, surprised at the taste. He's eaten similar back in Night Raven, but home cooked meals often were better than what's made in a cafeteria. He glanced at Alex, and once having caught her attention, he simply gave her a thumbs up and nodded.

When Malleus entered the room, Silver and Sebek gave a small bow, with Sebek saying, "Good morning, young master. I do hope you had a pleasant sleep."

She smiled and nodded when Silver had grabbed her attention. It always felt good to her heart when someone liked her cooking. After all, food was one of the main sources of life. What was the point of eating it if it didn't taste good at least? When was the vampiric fae going to be here? Was he going to sleep in today? Was he still up and about in some secret part of the cottage? Oh well. He'll come when he wants to eat. Turning the knob off, she would go ahead and get her own coffee, going to sit down at the table next to Silver. "Greetings, Silver and Sebek," Malleus replied, picking up his pan. Going into the kitchen, he was given his bigger portion of food before giving her his thanks. Sitting down in the end chair, he had then proceeded to drink his coffee with a bit of creamer and milk. What was the flavor of this creamer? Was it regular cream? What some would call vanilla or hazelnut? Either way, it was a unique sweet taste to him that he enjoyed. Not too overpowering, but sweet enough to smell and dissuade the original bitterness.

"Father is a bit late, isn't he?" Silver speaks up, halfway through his meal.

"He is," Sebek realizes, "I don't think he's often this late. Perhaps he slept in?"

Silver sighed- it could have been possible. He didn't know when was the last time his father had gone to sleep before this. "I'll go check up on him, then."

And so he left, Sebek eating his food. Faintly he could hear Silver's voice from the hallway, straining his ear to hear them- but from the sound of it, it looked like the fae hadn't gotten enough sleep these past few days. "Belated morning, everyone," Lilia says, as he emerged into the kitchen, his voice husky and low, "I hope everyone is well." Lilia looked around, and saw Alex and the food, so he walked over to her, getting as close as he could, and said in a whisper, "Ah, this breakfast looks delightful."

Malleus had wondered if his guardian had grown too comfortable with life at Night Raven College. Perhaps that was why he was getting up late. Then again, the sleep fatigue could have finally gotten to him. He nodded at Silver as he continued to eat his breakfast. Who knew that human food could be this delicious? The tomatoes added a certain flavor that he couldn't describe. It also made for great coloring! Alex almost leapt from her spot as she was in the middle of scooping up her portion with the spatula as she squeaked out, "Lilia, mi amor, you almost scared me out of my wits!" She exclaimed, barely managing to get the portion into her pan. "Please grab a pan from the dining room table. I need to get you your portion..." As she had gotten done with getting her own portion, the immortal went to give her lover his portion and the last bit of the huevos rotos so that it wouldn't get wasted. It was then that they thanked him for the compliment on the food.

"Apologies, love," Lilia says, receiving the food with grace. "Though I'm always appreciative of the food you make, please do be aware."

Lilia took his seat, making sure to choose one where there would be an empty seat for his beloved next to him.

The breakfast was dealt in comfortable silence. The food that Alex ate was eaten quickly, almost none left over by the time that breakfast was done. Once everyone was done, Silver and Sebek excused themselves, going to their rooms to finish packing. "We ought to finish up preparation too," Lilia suggests, "Though I think we're fine, but it couldn't hurt."

"I'll do my best to be more aware in the future," She muttered, kicking herself for not being more careful of Lilia's surprise. Of course he was doing that as a way to test if you could anticipate someone coming at you. This time, she was too preoccupied. Therefore they had failed at their task. What was relieving was that not an ounce of food was not wasted and the coffee was mostly drunk. Putting their dishes in the sink, she then turned on the faucet to rinse out the dishes. Going back for the others, their speed walking had proven to be effective. Once the dishes were rinsed out and washed to the best of her abilities, they grabbed a rag to dry them off with. When that chore was done, it was then that she sped walked to Lilia's room. As he had said, preparations were needed for the trip to Briar Valley.

Malleus had already finished with his packing since he had mostly done so manually with little magic for assistance. The more magic he used, the more blotted his stone became. They didn't need an overblot at a time like this. Everything from his wardrobe, drawers (mostly souvenirs that reminded him of the magicless child of man that wandered into his life one day) and night stand. So there wasn't all that much for him to have packed. Well except for all of the books as well as some of his paperwork. Nobody besides his family must know about it. His broom was standing on the side of his bedroom wall, waiting to be taken. Taking both his luggage and his broom, the Prince made his way out of the room and would wait in the living room.

Sebek and Silver went to the living room once they were done, only bringing a small pack or two for the journey- everything in the cottage was made for them when they were teenagers- not grown men. So all they could bring were merely the items that they had brought with them to the cottage.

They saw Malleus in the living room, the two bowed their heads to him in deference.

"Young master," Sebek says, "I hope you're prepared for the journey."

"It'll be brief, but nonetheless, it will be best to be prepared as much as one can be," Silver replies.

Lilia walks into the room, carrying a sizable suitcase- its contents couldn't have been much more than anyone else's. Lilia never needed to have much, after all, and his short stature meant he could have more space for other items- like snacks.

"I am." Only two words had come out of his lips as he addressed the two young knights. His only hope was that the people would welcome him back into the capital. But he knew the truth. Most were too afraid of even approaching him, let alone speak to him. Everything should be alright now. There were no worries or concerns to be had... Well, the Prince (soon to be King) shouldn't be worrying about that at this second. What was to be thought about was the journey. Hopefully the winds have calmed down now.

Alexandria was the last one to come out with two small suitcases since she didn't pack much as all. This was going to be her new life now since she had been a nomad for most of it. Though it would be strange settling into Briar Valley, they were sure that they were going to meet new people and possibly be friends with them, yes? Snacks? Well those were almost nonexistent. Her diaries and journals? All of those were there along with her spells, potions, and other alchemical formulas. Simple hygienic items? Yes. Hair products? Check! Razor? Also check! The immortal had already double and triple checked to see if she had brought her dagger and crystal ball before coming out of the room.

Lilia looked around, and once he made the mental note that everything was in order, he began, "Alright, it looks like we should depart now. I know a clearing where we can take off, so follow me."

The old fae led everyone out of the house, making sure that it was all locked and secure. He then led everyone on a faded trail (though when was a trail never faded?), and after a few minutes of walking, there was a clearing.

Though it wasn't a clearing per se, as wild flowers have begun to sprout, making the area akin to a field, it was still a suitable place to take off. "Here, it should be good," Lilia says, preparing his broom.

Alex and Malleus nodded as they would follow Lilia out of the cottage and onto the worn trail. It truly felt as if they were going on a journey after their first pitstop. The wild flowers in the small clearing field filled her with a sense of calm as she sauntered over to go get ready onto Lilia's broom. Alexandria could fly just as easily as the rest could. So why did she never bring a broom? Simple. She didn't have a need for one for the longest time. Her two legs and feet were all that was needed for her previous life. Also her broom broke for some mysterious reason, but we don't need to talk about that- But now they would need one for this place. For the first time, she was going to be visiting this mystical place. Where she would be living for a long time. Her heart raced at all of the opportunities and possibilities of someone that she knew being her tour guide.

His stomach had billions of microscopic butterflies stuck as a wave of anxiety gradually grew before dissipating once more. What were these sudden floods of emotions? Besides from him becoming King. Maybe he was just nervous about going back. That was all. Of course! That's all it was! However his face would never betray him in the most vital of times. His aloof nature was always front and center and so it shall remain. Preparing himself, he had gotten onto his broom and went into position to sit on it.

Soon, everyone was air-bound. It was a rocky start, but the ride became smoother as time went on, with the occasional turbulence. It didn't take terribly long to get to the castle, but it was not like it was a short ride either. At some point Lilia dispersed some of the snacks around in order to keep everyone's energy.

By the time they arrived on castle grounds, it was only barely past noon.

"Finally, our feet have landed," Sebek sighed, "I don't know how much longer I would've been able to endure."

Silver looked at his blot stone, noting how dark it was becoming, "Indeed. We should take it easy for some time before we use some magic, in case." "Welcome to the palace, love," Lilia says to Alex, with a smile on his face.

The turbulence was expected at this point. But her instincts had told her to hold onto her lover's waist still. Who knew how bad the winds could get in this place? When they had made the short pitstop, the tall immortal woman almost devoured her snacks within several bites. Did her own breakfast not satiate her hunger? It wasn't as if any of the group was going to criticize or judge them for it. Once they were back in the air again, their body almost leaned onto Lilia's. But they knew that he was strong enough to be able to handle their weight. The next thing they knew, the castle of Draconia was in bird's eye view. Her gray eyes widened as they glistened, almost wanting to cry at the beauty of its' gothic architecture. Landing on the ground, they shook off their tears by blinking them again. Digging out their wand, they took a look at the stone. Luckily for them, theirs was fine. A bigger smile had spread on their face, a joyful smile, as they thanked Lilia for the ride. "It's beautiful here," They whispered, musing about life in the castle.

At the same time, Malleus had looked at his wand after being the last to land on the ground. His lime green gemstone had darkened some, making him glare at it. Within a millisecond, that darkened expression has gone away into his original aloof expression. He sauntered towards the group, keeping quiet about his wand. Malleus had too much on his mind to worry about what might happen. Putting his wand back in its proper place, his strides helped him catch up with the group in no time. Leading the group alongside Lilia, they had made their way to the front entrance, opening themselves up to the world of the royal court.

"Be prepared," Lilia warns, a hand on the handle, "The court may not be so welcoming to newcomers."

With that, he pushed the door open, the hinges creaking loudly the more and more they were pushed.

"Come right on in, kindred," Lilia calls out.

The group did, and upon entering, they realized they entered from a side entrance- fae and human servants out and about doing, doing their tasks for the day. They were in the ballroom it seemed, from the looks of it. Tables and chairs were being set up, and none of the workers glanced at the group, likely too focused on their task.

There were a few glances here and there, but no one dared come up to the group nor acknowledge them fully.

"Should we head for Her Highness' personal quarters?" Sebek asks, looking around. While not his first time in the castle, it was the first he'd ever had to consider talking to the ruling Queen.

"No," Lilia replied, taking the lead, "Her Majesty should be aware that we're here at a moment's notice. First we should prioritize getting our bearings, then meet with Her Majesty, should she ask for it."

"I see," Silver replies, curiously looking around as well, though he stood tall.

"Come along now- the faster we get our bearings, the faster we can get to the heart of the matter," Lilia says, taking the group further into the castle.

It didn't take long for them to find a servant in high enough ranking to escort them to their rooms, though it did take long to find said rooms. Silver and Sebek went off to their respective rooms, as did Malleus.

"Would you want to share a room, beloved?" Lilia asks, in front of one of the doors. There was a vacant room next to his- should Alex prefer to have one by herself.

She nodded in understanding as she braced herself for the future onslaught. Entering with the group, she ended up being behind by only a little bit since she still wanted to look at the architecture. Whoever designed and built this place was a master at it! Not to be distracted by that, she ended up pinching herself. After the pinch, their attention switched back to the group. They were just grateful that they had entered from the side entrance instead of the main entrance. Although these doors looked all the same to her, she'd have to memorize the building. Despite the glances, she managed to press on. Just blend in and everything will be fine. Well... Blend in as much as they could since they kind of stick out with their cape of black hair, gray eyes, human blood, modern day clothing and ochre skin much like the mellow-brown that had bathed the forests at the cottage. As soon as they were led to their rooms, she saw that Malleus had immediately gone into his own bedroom. Looking back at the kindred soul that was her beloved, her unpainted lips parted to speak, "I would prefer to do that, yes." Not only was she unfamiliar with this building and this land, but it would have been safer in the long run just in case someone were to hunt her down for being something that she couldn't control. Going inside, she set her belongings down before sitting down in the first available chair. The building was massive and that was just putting it lightly. Due to all of the walking that she had to do just in this building alone (and keeping up pace with the others), her feet had ached in her boots. Perhaps they weren't the right kind of show to wear. Then again, she went through worse in her own childhood. So this was a childish thing for her to complain about.

"Very well," Lilia responds, opening the door and allowing his beloved in.

The room was rather basic- the walls were a dark shade of green, the bedding as well. In fact, the entire room was in shades of dark green, black, and gold, and some slight purple- in the colors of the queen.

"Looks like there is a lot of natural light in here," Lilia comments, setting his baggage in the ground, now exploring the place. "Do you wish to rest up, love?" Lilia then asks, taking a seat on the bed, "I think Her Highness would like to check in, but whether or not you want to attend with me is entirely up to you."

Although the room was basic, it still had this aura of mystery and safety. That was all she needed in order to stay here. The natural lighting helped with making this space a comforting sight. "Do you know if this castle has a garden? I would very much love to go see it." For some reason, flowers had always filled her with a sense of serenity. Especially if they were roses. The colors of the room represented the Queen well. It was to be made obvious even if she had not met her yet. The colors somehow came together well. The greens, black, gold with a touch of dark purple. Alex was still trying to process all of this. Her physical body was here. In a castle. In the Draconia castle no less! Was she meant to meet the Queen of Briar Valley? That was only an honor that was bestowed to only the most powerful and elite of individuals. But if Lilia considered her as such as his lover, then who was she to deny him? Eagerly, she stood up from the chair and took the place on the bed right next to him. So what if her feet had hurt? It was worth it. It was worth being right beside him... Her treasure, her beloved. Her everything, her world. "I can rest later. If I'm to be more competent as your kindred, then I must meet her and make a good impression."

Lilia smiled, "I see. We should go meet her once I finish packing."

Lilia didn't elaborate, but with the use of magic, he opened both of their suitcases up, taking out its contents. He opened the drawers, and organized everything in- clothing in one drawing, while items in the other. He did it with such finesse that his blot stone did not noticeably get much darker.

He then walked over to Alex, and grabbed her hand, "Do be careful when meeting her- the woman is lovely, but you need to show that you're trustworthy first."

It looked like he didn't want Alex to be worried about the use of magic, especially after such a long trip via broom.

With his help, she was pulled from the bed with dignity. Their hands being interlocked together were two puzzle pieces that were meant to be put together. "Of our manners...," She murmured, repeating after him. In her brain, it quickly became a mantra to keep her focused on the task at hand. The reassurance that Lilia was quick to give her had always had a hold on her. She firmly believed that no one except for his family and friends were allowed to be able to feel this kind of warmth from him. Selfish? Yes. She knew that very well and wouldn't delude herself into thinking otherwise. The fact that the halls were more barren only enhanced her focus as her grip became slightly tighter. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to ground herself. That was the main task at hand right now. Everything was going to be okay. As they walked closer and closer to the Queen's quarters, her confidence would gradually reach its peak. However it was in a cool, sensible fashion.

Soon enough, after many twists and turns, they arrived right in front of the Queen's door.

Knocking in a pattern, Lilia allowed himself in, as if he knew the Queen would let him in regardless.

Lilia brought Alex in and guided her to the front of the desk, whereupon the Queen looked up from her paperwork, her golden eyes staring at the two of them. Her expression remained blank, but her hands moved ever so slowly, as if she was taking note of every little detail.

"General Vanrouge," she begins, in a low voice, "Introduce us."

With a smile, Lilia did.

"Your highness," a bow, "This is my beloved, Alexandria Gonzalez-Garcia, an immortal human."

At the word of immortal, the Queen's demeanor shifted, her face softening.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Gonzalez-Garcia."

She brought her hand in front of Alex, as if waiting for her to take it and shake it.

Upon raising her hand to shake the Queen's hand, she internally gulped. ...Has anyone else besides her gotten to shake the Queen's hand? Well, there would have been a few that could do so realistically. Her justification was that her brain was going haywire from seeing the Queen of Briar Valley face to face. However her neutral, polite expression had held it all in. Her grip was firm, but gentle so as to not offend the Queen. In her experiences, offending royalty had never gone well. There were no exceptions to be had for that. It was a hard rule that everyone had to abide by no matter their rank in society. Was she allowed to look into her golden eyes as she was now? Was she the type who wanted her to bow before her? "Your Highness, it is an honor and a privilege to meet you." Okay, so far so good. This was the first step and they weren't even done with that. She was sure of it. Being a daughter of a noble family herself, Alexandria knew a couple of things about etiquette and manners.

"And an honor to meet you," The Queen says cooly, removing her hand, "Lilia has told me little about you, all praise however."

The cold facade that the Queen upheld was slowly melting away, as she looked at Alex more keenly, then to Lilia, "I was told that you two, Malleus, and the boys just recently arrived."

"That is so," Lilia replied, nodding.

"You came rather quickly to my office too," The Queen drawled, leaning back into her chair, "Not even Malleus has come to see me yet."

"Apologies about that, your highness," Lilia says, "I'm sure he'll want to meet you soon. He does care a lot about you, after all."

"I sure do quite hope so," she sighs, but regains her composure, "Certainly, the two of you must be famished after such a trip from- what I take it- the cottage? Would the two of you like to join me for lunch here?"

"I wouldn't want to impose-" "You're not imposing, General Lilia," the Queen then glanced over to Alex, "Besides, I do wish to learn more about your beloved. It is not often that I meet an immortal human. What say you, Miss Gonzalez-Garcia?"

As she saw the queen remove her hand, so too did she as it laid upon her side. However intimidating the Queen was, it would have been more disrespectful to look away from her gaze. Her charcoal gray eyes followed the regal woman as she then spoke to her beloved. "If you wish for it, then I shall make it happen, Your Highness." Alexandria agreed, a smile easing itself onto her mature features. Dimples were shown as well as slight crinkles at the edge of her eyes. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and she wasn't about to waste it! She was fortunate enough to have remembered to bring her golden glass eye along with her so that she could change out her smoky gray one. Perhaps the Queen wished to know about her life? Even if it was a little bit? To be truthful, she was thrilled to have someone care so much about finding out more about her as Lilia was when they had first met. Vil and Jamil were curious about her, yes. But they never quite went the distance such as her lover did.

"Take a seat, then, dear," the Queen says, gesturing to the seats in front of her.

Lilia did as he was told, and once Alex did the same, the Queen called for someone over. It was a simple servant, and in foreign tongue, she talked to the servant, who understood it all and left.

"I've let them know to bring more food for the two of you here," The Queen says, "Now, Alex, I'm quite curious- how did you meet the likes of Lilia?"

The Queen brought her hands together, looking expectantly at Alex, hiding her smile behind her hands.

"I could-" "General Vanrouge, I would appreciate to hear Miss Gonzalez-Garcia's version of events. You," a glance to Lilia, "Have only given me the barest of bare bones. I want a full story- for it can't be so simple as you claim, General."

As if on cue, her stomach had growled. Apparently she was more hungry than she had thought. No matter. The Queen already had someone bring over some food. The food that was brought over for a simple lunch was quite delectable! The servants in this castle really knew what they were doing when they made this traditional dish. However, her story had to come first. Clearing her throat, Alexandria parted her lips to speak of her version of events.

"From the beginning...," Her husky, deep voice reverberated in the room as she would begin her story from when she had come to Twisted Wonderland. Before that, she briefly spoke about her background, detailing how the fae that promised and gave her the immortality she had now told her that she could never see her family again. Not her parents, not her younger brother. Nor any of her descendants. If that were to be broken, her immortality would be gone and she would die. But at least her family was saved from those who persecuted them. Before then, her family were a noble family back on Earth in the late 1500's (in the early 1570's up until the early 1590's) when her family were wrongfully accused of witchcraft and then were persecuted by the crown as well as the people of Spain.

From then, she had to develop her magic in order to survive as well as forage and lead a nomadic life. Traveling everywhere on foot or by broom in the dead of night so as to not be spotted. There were times where she was on the brink of death from being stung and poisoned. Ironically, being stung for as many times as she did helped her body build a resistance (and eventually an immunity) towards poison. Throughout that time, she had also refined her sword fighting skills to offer herself some way of being able to fight back. Meanwhile she would periodically check on her family via following them to make sure that they were still living in the best of conditions. Well, in the best way that they could. Her diaries and journals even documented her own alchemical discoveries along with making some formulas and potions to help her have more versatility in her inventory.

As for meeting the likes of Lilia, there was a magical stone that she had interacted with while she was being chased from the town that once welcomed her for her fortune-telling and health potions. Out of desperation, she had grasped it. Suddenly she was no longer on Earth, but in twisted Wonderland. In order to blend in and protect herself, she had to come up with a new identity and move to the Land of Pyroxene. Since her magic had become powerful enough to sustain her through finesse and practice, she would look for some kind of magical school to shelter her. She had never heard of Night Raven College before. Falling asleep, Alexandria had awoken out of a coffin and into the school of Night Raven College.

Giving the headmaster her fake identity of Athanasia Vita (Eternal Life), she was then assigned to the Scarabia dorm by the Mirror. It was day one of her classes that she was to meet Lilia Vanrouge.

At first, they would just be acquaintances. However, their relationship quickly grew into something more once they found that they both had common ground with each other referring to age. Signing up for the Pop Music Club (Light Music Club) and taking over the part of the drummer when Kalim (a boy that was a part of a powerful merchant family back in the Scalding Sands) ended up being sick, their bond had strengthened. It was when he had saved her from the likes of two students who wished to court (and possibly use for their own selfish gain) her. Lilia Vanrouge had even taught her how to properly play video games as well as introduced her to more board games than she could ever hope to have seen in her life.

There were pauses in her story as she had to stop in order to catch her breath to stop herself from breaking. The earlier parts of her background were almost too much for her to say as she had never spoken of it to anyone other than a few people at Night Raven College, Vil and Jamil included. The images of people howling, screaming, and yelling out for their family members would always be in the back of her mind no matter what she tried to do. Once she was calm, Alex would go through with telling her of her life story and how Lilia had met. Had she told him about this? To an extent, yes. But for the Queen, they felt as if they had to tell them just about everything. But not about the glass eye that she seemed to have silently caught onto when she had looked at her lover. The glass eye hadn't moved one bit or a natural glow to it unlike the human eye that was intact.

The Queen listened intently, taking a sip every so often from the tea that was brought in. She made only a slight facial expression- a hint of sorrow once she found out how she had obtained her immortality, but softened upon hearing how Lilia and Alex truly met.

When Alex finished speaking, the Queen spoke up, "Thank you for telling me your story- I can't imagine how difficult it was to recall the tragedies that you had to go through, but I'm glad things have gone for the better."

The Queen then moves back, moving so that she could open one of her drawers.

"Take this, dear," she pulls out a small pouch, clearly having an item within it, "It's a hair clip, but it will change into a small weapon the moment you press the small button on the side. It'll take some magic, only a small amount, to take the shape of a suitable weapon. Lilia has told me about the brooms- so hopefully this hairpin shall not break, but worry not if it does."

"Ah, right," Lilia says, glancing over to Alex, "I've talked about your situation about the brooms with Her Majesty, I do hope you'll forgive me."

"I am rather curious though," The Queen speaks up, "You did not remain as Athanasia Vita- why is that so? I'd assume it would have been better to integrate into this world as Vita since the records are created." She glanced at some paperwork to the side, "Though I suppose I understand the sentiment of your true name, say- if you wish, I can conjure some documents for you if you have not done so?"

She looked expectantly at Alex, hiding her face behind her hands, her golden eyes intimidating.

Hearing the Queen's voice and having her sympathize with them was all that mattered at that moment. She quirked up an eyebrow at the drawer, wanting to see what the Queen had to offer her. Once a pouch had been taken out of the drawer by the Queen, her curiosity had reached its peak. What was-? Her eyebrows rose as their eyes widened. Their lips parted, but no words came out. Closing them, Alex swallowed their saliva before attempting to speak once more. What came out was, "I- Thank you." She was shocked. Almost overwhelmed by the kindness of the fae Queen. If people feared her, then they were fools for doing so. Then again, the Queen didn't have to do this at all. The only thing they wished for was to have this done far sooner. Looking over at Lilia now, she could only grin and chuckle breathily. "...Love. You don't have to apologize for everything," She leaned over as her hand touched and gently gripped his hand as she continued, "It's a good thing that you've told her. Otherwise, you would have had to use up some of your magic taking me everywhere on your broom." As the Queen of the fae addressed her once more, the human turned her attention towards her once more. Speaking of documents, it would be lovely if she could have some as Athanasia Vita. As much as she preferred her original name, the false identity was put into place in order to protect herself from any perceived threats. As for why they didn't remain as Vita? "That was due to me being more comfortable with being out in the open due to certain supportive people. But for the future, yes. I would prefer some documents as Athanasia Vita." In private, her original name would be used. But out in public, the false identity would be used since there were going to be threats that would persecute their loved ones if their true name came out.

"Alright then," The Queen says, "I'll talk to the headmaster of Night Raven- he would surely have some documents remaining, and I'll supplement the rest, but if he does not, I'll make everything from scratch. It will make you an official resident of Briar Valley as well, so residing here with General Vanrouge should not pose a problem." The Queen then pushes the pouch towards Alex, and then says, "Are there any more questions that you would like to ask of me? I'm afraid I would not have much time left in the near future," a glance to the side, "...Considering the circumstances and such. Though you can always leave a letter, and I will be sure to send a correspondence in return during my free time, if need be.”

Alex readily accepted the pouch that was pushed towards her, grabbing it from the desk. She needed to be sure to thank her for her generosity and kindness. So many questions, so little time. "I do have one," They said, sitting up straighter, "Would you be watching us even if you've run out of time?" A peculiar question indeed. But given the circumstances in which the Queen was in, Alexandria thought that it was fair to ask. After all, she could feel her own family watching over her at her time of need. Right now, Malleus needed that more than ever. After unpacking everything and enjoying his leisurely time outside in the garden with a book, his thoughts lingered to his Grandmother. Was she still here? If so, then he must seek her out. Putting a bookmark in his book, he then closed it, standing up as he called over a servant. "Lead me to my Grandmother," He commanded in a stoic tone. However, what was underneath that voice was something calling out to reunite with his family. He didn't know how much time she had left and he truly wanted to spend some time with her. The time that it took them to go there was not but a few minutes. The Prince was let in by a high ranking servant. Nodding at them, the servant had left to attend to their duties. "Am I interrupting something, Grandmother?" The younger horned fae inquired, only wishing to meet with her for what may seem like the last time.

The Queen, who was just about to answer Alex's attention, shifted her attention to her grandson, a smile breaking out on her face.

"My dear, you're not interrupting anything," She said in a soft voice, "I was just merely chatting with General Vanrouge and his beloved Alexandria. How have you been, dear?" She looks over at the seats nearby, and gestures to it, "Take a seat, child. You just had a long journey after all."

Lilia smiled, "Always so caring for your grandson, Your Highness. It is a blessing that only we bear witness to such kindness." "Is that so?" She tilted her head, "No matter. There are some things of importance I need to discuss with Malleus, but if I'm correct to assume that both you General Vanrouge and Miss Gonzalez-Garcia are close confidants, then you may be allowed to be here to listen, and give console if appropriate."

Unable to resist such an expression from his Grandmother, he smiled back softly as he silently took the seat beside his Grandmother. "It was a restless, yet tiring journey, Grandmother. Lilia had guided us to the castle with finesse and ease," He answered with the confidence of one who knew the General well. As far as he knew, Lilia had responded appropriately. No matter. The fae Queen's grandson confirmed that they were indeed close confidants. "General Vanrouge would never settle for anything less than the best for himself and for us all."

This conversation so far has answered the immortal's question. Perhaps there was more to it in their culture. It wouldn't hurt to take a listen into their conversation. Her left hand was still on Lilia's right as she kept quiet, careful not to interrupt the Queen and her grandchild.

Malleus Draconia had a tendency to hyperfocus and listen to his elders. This was no exception, especially with his own relatives. His Grandmother was the highest authority in all of Briar Valley. So her words always held deep meaning to him with the topics that were at hand. The coronation. The issues with the economy and the nobility. Of course the nobility always had something to complain about when they were bored out of their minds.

Now about the coronation, he already had some foods in mind such as the main course. "Venison steaks. This kind of meat would be popular with the elite and nobility. The pairings of fruits such as our forest berries would be good with them as well as rich sauces. Next would be a dish that is stuffed with foods from our own kitchens, of course. A roasted bird with stuffing." As he continued to list the foods, Malleus had begun to note the reasons behind why he had wanted these foods to be at the coronation. These were foods that he was personally fascinated with along with the cuisine from the Scalding Sands. The aroma and spiciness would give it a new and refreshing flavor never seen and heard of. For the desserts, there were going to be fruit-based pies that were served with some custard and sweetened cream along with some puddings. His personal favorite, ice cream, would also be there. It was something that the children of men had called "sorbets''. The beverages were already set in stone like the red wines, fruit wines, coffee, teas from all over Twisted Wonderland.

Lastly would be the flowers. His personal favorite was one that was an uncommon flower but had meant so much to him. The White Amaryllis. The selection of flowers included green roses, white amaryllises, succulents, olives, hidden lilies, and the green lisianthus. While they would blend into the environment, they also represented him and his personality as well as his past, current situation, and his future. The last flowers that would be in the middle would be the Dracaena Fragans. It represented financial and career success along with peace and good fortune.

From Alex's perspective, there was only amazement and awe. In her own family, they had never planned this far out with special occasions. Malleus must have read about these while at Night Raven College or while speaking to one of the three members that always accompanied him. Then again, these all could be traditional dishes that are native to the Briar Valley. She unconsciously caressed her kindred's hand while listening in on the conversation between Malleus and his Grandmother. Once in a while, they would give the General side glances and small, almost sheepish smiles. Although he wasn't that much older than them, they still had a long way to go with expanding their knowledge.

The Queen smiled, her fangs now noticeable. "My, you had considered this all before, haven't you? Either way, this is good. I'll see what we can do here in the comfort of our kingdom, and see what we may need to import from the neighboring nations and lands. And I'm assuming you already have flowers in mind, so I'll gather a florist and have them talk to you about it. I do believe we have a party coordinator on hand, though I do urge you to keep in mind the costs. Should it be too expensive and full of glamor, the nobility may see it negatively and think you're out to deplete the treasury, but should you do the bare minimum, they may think that you're rather cheap." She adjusted her posture, sitting up straighter, "This will be like a test, my dear. After all, it is the nobility who are hard to please yet they are the ones who are the pillars of this nation. They may be a nuisance, but they play a role in our society, so we need to strike balance. So, I do hope you'll be able to find that sweet spot."

The most important flowers and foods were going to be the venison, sorbets, and the flowers that represented the family well. But there was one problem. How was Malleus supposed to find that sweet spot to appease the nobility and elite of the Briar Valley? This was a difficult task to accomplish seeing as they would scrutinize just about everything he did to begin with all because of their reputation. He didn't want to drain their treasury or insult them by only bringing the bare minimum. If this was a test, then it was a stressful one. However, it was most likely surmised that it was to see whether he was worthy of the throne or not when she ended up passing. With that, he could take out some of the flowers and small desserts that would be there. The sorbets would be staying as well as the main course. When it came to balancing funds and budgeting, Lilia happened to be better at that than he would. Turning to the elder vampire fae, he asked, "What would be your input on this? My Grandmother and I wish for this coronation to go well with the elite so that they may continue to support the Draconia family." His gaze darted between the General and his betrothed, gauging what their answers would be.

"Hm," Lilia hummed as he thought about it, "It would be a good idea to, in fact, have two options for both dessert and main course, that way they don't feel limited in their choices, even though it's limited. Decoration, I believe that minimal decoration would be optimal- since there is the saying "less is more"- each table can have a small vase of flowers, and for around the ballroom, a large vase of the larger flower types would be a good idea. Banners as well- I believe we still have the ones during Her Majesty's coronation, we would just need to hire seamstresses to repair whatever need be.”

Lilia looked straight at Malleus, "After all, there are many nobles, so the prioritization would lay with the food. We need to ensure that we have enough food to feed them twice, and should there be any food leftover, the servants may have it." He then paused, as if another thing came to mind, titling his head and stroking his chin, "There is also entertainment. We need musicians and bards to come play, and we may only commission the expert players. Hiring newcomers may prove to be damaging to both us and them should they make any mistake during their performance." Though as a light bulb went off in his head, "Oh, but then in that case, perhaps Jazz players would be best. Granted, we may need to hire out of kingdom, but jazz music is rather well at concealing any mistakes," a frown, "but since many do not know the wonders of jazz music, they may not welcome it."

It seemed that there was much more thought to put into a coronation other than food and flowers. Honestly, this was a bit exhausting. But this wasn't the worst he's had to endure. So he would rather take this over whatever happened with Grim at the college. His left hand curled into a fist, his gloved knuckles almost turning white. Furrowing his eyebrows, Malleus was deep in thought about what he wanted and trying to balance out both the Queen's and Lilia's suggestions.

After a few minutes of pure silence after Lilia's response, he suddenly spoke up while looking in the direction of his supervisor, "Yes. I will agree with Lilia. For now, we will only commission the experts. A small vase of flowers will do and the banners and be repaired by the seamstresses. Some of the desserts may be put back as they will only add excess to the coronation. The sorbets and custards will stay as well as the venison and roasted bird," Malleus cleared his throat politely before continuing, "The expert musicians and bards may come up with something new and original in order to keep with our traditions as well as, as the humans say, mix it up. Such as new renditions of some of our folk songs for example."

Now that his caretaker mentioned it, jazz would be good. Perhaps they could do their best to compose new pieces that incorporated some of those instruments? But what would they say to this? That he had no taste in music?

During this entire time, Alex had been in deep thought herself, keeping silent as to let the others speak on matters that were unfamiliar to her. An epiphany had just come to her! What if she sang for the coronation? While not having as much experience as someone from here, she still had a soothing voice! If she could learn the pieces with a tutor and freshen up on her singing, then it was possible that she could do it!

"Love," Lilia turns to Alex, "What do you think? New eyes and perspective may offer valuable input. You came from a nation that worked similarly- have you ever witnessed a coronation?"

After all, humans had more coronations than the fae did, since they lived far shorter lifespans. It would make sense that the humans traded out their kings often, as death came easily for all. But then again, there was a chance Alex didn't get to see one due to her circumstances. "I do agree," comments the Queen, "New eyes offer new wisdom."

Malleus spoke once more, agreeing with the two.

When all eyes were on her, she felt the pressure. However she was used to this kind of thing. "What if I was the one to provide a voice while at the coronation? I could sing both types of genres just as long as I freshen up my skills with a tutor. The ancient languages will take a while, so I would have to sing in the languages that I know. The coronation would have to have a balance of being well-prepared without being too garish. Too minimal is no good either. It would be insulting to their status and it would be a waste of time. The less support you have, the more likely it is that you'll be overthrown. We would need blacks, greens, purples, gold, and red to flourish as well as to represent the family colors." The music would have to be the right mix of upbeat and mellow in order to delight, amuse, and entertain the elite while they talked to each other about whatever they wished to speak about as well.

In between these topics, she would tell of examples where the nobility had thrown tantrums and rebelled against the royal families for not providing them with whatever they wished during their parties. Accusing them of insulting their family name and of wasting their time with fools. There were plenty of examples that she could go off of just based on her parents' stories of their time at these lavish parties. Gossip was the hobby of the day and rumors ran amuck between the elite. Almost no one could truly be trusted unless you scoured for them yourself. Balancing the food, flowers, music, decorations, and the atmosphere were some of the most important things to do when it came to a coronation since it sends the nobles and the elite a message saying that you take them and their opinions seriously.

At the end of the discussion, Malleus, to say the least, was amazed at the knowledge that she had about coronations and about the nobility in general. Then again, the Prince didn't know her as well as Lilia did.

"Thank you for your wisdom, Miss Gonzalez-Garcia." The Queen then looked to her grandson, and then Lilia, "What do you think of her voice, General? I believe you're the only one who could've heard her range to the fullest extent, am I correct to assume?"

Lilia nodded, "I can attest to her voice. She adapted pretty well to Common as well, and sounds identical to a native. I don't believe it would pose too much of a problem for the singing to be done in Common, as long as she is properly trained to sing the way we do." "Thank you, General," she looked back to Alex, "Are you sure you would want to do this? I'm sure the musicians would like to meet with you in order to practice for Coronation- which will eat away at whatever free time you would have."

After a moment of careful consideration, she replied, "...Only if you are confident in my ability to sing. But yes, I would like to do this." It was official. Alexandria was going to be a part of the entertainment at Malleus' coronation. Although everyone in the room had approved of this, they had a sudden rush of adrenaline pumping into their heart and into their body. Their heart was practically pounding with how hard it was beating. It had been a long while since she had sung in front of a crowd. Five to six years ago to be exact. If everyone believed in her, then it'll be a success, right? Possibly. Still, she had stood up tall and made her decision as clearly as any who were determined to help their loved one succeed in their career. His expression had long since gone back to its' neutral state of aloofness.

"I believe that those are all the matters, then," The Queen says, getting up."Business is done here, for you lot. I'll be taking a break, and after this, I won't be able to talk to any of you, except Malleus, until after the coronation. Do be well. "

Lilia, Malleus, and Alex gave their farewells and left, the Queen slumping over her desk. The coronation was going to be a big deal, after all. She needed to make sure all went well.

And so began the preparations.

It had been a few days, and it was Coronation day. The day began early, preparations coming to completion. Then the actual coronation came- Malleus walking down the long walk, nobility on both sides of the ballroom, eyeing and scrutinizing every move that Malleus made, until he finally came up to the throne, wherein the Queen took of the crown off her head, Malleus kneeling down, the crown then being placed on his head.

Cheers were heard, and the festivities began. When it came for Alex to sing, everyone was enchanted by her voice, whispers amongst the fae about the particular human. Even more whispers came about when Lilia came to hold her hands at the end of her act, when the festivities were coming to a close.

At the end of it all, it looked like the nobles were satisfied with the Coronation, many introducing themselves to now King Malleus.

It had been a long day indeed, and it wasn't until late night did anyone get to sleep.

A week had passed, and things were running smoothly, Lilia in the guestroom with Silver and Alex- with Sebek and Malleus missing.

"I wonder why they're missing," Lilia says openly, "It worries me. Do you have any idea, Silver?"

Silver shook his head, "It was as sudden to me as to you, father. I don't have the faintest idea why he and Malleus would be gone together. Sebek didn't have time to tell me of the matters either."

Lilia glanced over to Alex, "What say you, love? Any theories about their whereabouts?"

"Ah, you may be right. Her Majesty was unable to produce more heirs, as the same for Malleus' parents. It would devastate Briar Valley should Malleus pass with no heir- the entire court would be in shambles trying to crown another king." Lilia huffs, grabbing one of the scones off the platter, "There is only a few other dragon fae out there, and the materalis no longer exist to provide their aid."

"The materalis?" Silver asks, glancing over to Alex to see if she knew.

"Ah," Lilia begins, "On record, they're supposedly a race of demons that gained holy powers, and had a particular way of reproduction. Only firstborns were materalis, and any following children would be the same race of the other parent. But due to an incident with one of them, they're pretty much dead to this world. Not much else is known about them, so it's possible some are alive, but I wouldn't count on it."

"But you said aid?"

Lilia nodded, "It was said that they only needed the blood of another to reproduce- so marriage or even close contact is not necessary."

"I see."

"There aren't many marriageable candidates," Lilia sighed, eating another scone, "There is a small kingdom west of here that have many great witches, though wealthy, they do not carry much influence. I hear their Queen is mad, too."

"There aren't many fae here that are also dragon fae- either too old or too young, and fae in general have a hard time reproducing with each other," Silver comments, grabbing the cup of tea.

"Indeed," Lilia then looked to Alex, "Say, what were the customs with your nobility in regards to marriage? I'd imagine they were similar, no?"

--"There are only a few candidates," the former Queen says, showing Malleus a small thin folder, "There is the Aiza family to the West- they offer their firstborn daughter. Then we have the Cervantes, their offer similar. And lastly the Zorras and Raine families, both fae here. They're young, but old enough to be wed. Not many options, unfortunately."

She felt the gaze of the human man bore into her with confusion. All she responded with was a shake of her head. In her world, they were merely called demons and nothing else. Of course, that was the result of Christianity having to fit everything into a neat little box of good vs. evil. Especially when that was not how the world worked at all. A wealthy family full of witches who had a Mad Queen. Was that familiar to her at all? No. Although there were plenty of Mad Kings, Mad Queens were rare on Earth, only referenced in a negative light. Not discussed with an iota of respect of humanity like the kings were. Hearing Lilia and Silver speak of this only made her more concerned for him in his older age as well as Malleus and Sebek's family. What were they going to do about this? These materalis... They sounded even more mind-bendingly powerful than the demons from Earth. How was that even possible? This topic had her so twisted up and befuddled that she hadn't dared to touch the scones and the tea until now. Malleus frowned as his eyebrows furrowed. He expected there to be few and far between for eligible candidates and he was right. The pressure was mounting on his shoulders with each passing second and it would only get worse for him here. "If I may have the folder, Grandmother?" He needed to look at these for himself and decipher them to see whether they had meant well with their marriage proposals. Whichever were more likely to benefit them, he would choose. For his own sake. For his Grandmother's sake. For the sake of his people and Briar Valley itself.

Lilia noted her look of confusion, "I suppose there is no materalis where you're from? I'm not surprised, though at the same time, I am. The only thing we know about them is that, a reason for their decline, was that this world was rejecting them, because they were outsiders to this world. Perhaps they never made it to your world, or the same fate befell them." Lilia waved his hand left and right, "In either case, it would be futile to speak of them any further, as they no longer walk on this world."

"Is that so?" Silver quietly comments, "They sound like an interesting sort. A shame that they couldn't really live here. Night Raven would look different if they could."

Lilia only shrugged, "If there were any alive, they would likely be very different from their predecessors."

Sebek peered over Malleus' shoulder as he opened up the folders, showcasing all the marriage candidates.

There was Cyrille Aiza- two photos were included in her folder. A detailed picture of her as a child, and a messy sketch of her as an adult- as if the sketch was done in a hurry. There wasn't much information about her, other than the basics- such as that she is 25 years old, knows a decent amount of magic, and that she has her own personal knight. The sketch wasn't even colored- only did the portrait as a child showcase her tan skin and blonde- almost white- hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Sebek faintly remembered that the Aiza family had divine right, and the proof of it was their bejeweled eyes. The only notable difference was what may have been tattoos on Cyrille- oddly looking like those that belonged to a particular tribe of snake beastmen that had their territory between the Briar Valley and Aiza Domain.

The second profile was that of Lamia Cervantes- Sebek remembered her- him? It was Jack's roommate back in Night Raven, the clearest difference being that Cervantes was a man in Night Raven, whereas here they were a woman. Other than that, they looked exactly the same. "Cervantes," Sebek mutters out loud, "They were a classmate of ours."

"Is that so?" The former Queen questions, "The Cervantes family is a notable cheetah family from the Sunset Savanna- usually they have their daughters be guards in the Kingscholar family, but it seems like they had too many daughters this time around." She leaned back in her chair, and wondered out loud, "I wonder what a child of a cheetah beastkin and fae parentage would look like...?"

Sebek ignored the comment, and continued to peer over Malleus' shoulder- the remaining two being the Zorra and Raine. Both candidates were fae.

The Zorra family presented Silvia Zorra, a fox fae. The most notable thing about her was her fiery red hair, and how old she was- only 30 years old.

The Raine family had Aurora Raine, a fae with blonde hair and green eyes. She was only a few years younger than Silvia.

Sebek wasn't surprised though- many fae often married young, usually in their 20s, though with the exception of soldiers and generals, since it was likely that soldiers and generals would die, so there wasn't much pressure on them to marry young. Though, as often as fae married, they also divorced, usually after a few children have been conceived.

It was a peculiar tradition.

King Draconia had indeed recognized Cervantes from just her photos alone. He may have not seen her much, but he had an excellent memory just like his Grandmother. Indeed they may have had many offspring this time to offer them up to a powerful suitor in the future. But that was his own train of thought. The Zorras and the Raines had not had a glimmer of a thought in his head as their applications were looked at thoroughly.

Finally after a considerable amount of time in silence from Malleus, he had chosen. But what was this? Two applications? Cyrille Aiza and Lamia Cervantes? That was quite peculiar. Uncommon, but hey, it's happened before. "These two would be most beneficial to the crown, Grandmother. Especially Cyrille Aiza," He remarked, pointing his left index finger down at the photo. "Cervantes is also a consideration. In the case of the Draconia family's numbers being low, I will pick these two to marry." Both at the same time? Malleus, you-you sly dog! (No, no. Just joking. Or was I?) He also didn't need to have the court in an uproar over fae divorcing fae. Malleus preferred if his mates stayed with him for the rest of their lives. Dragons were naturally possessive that way. Also desperate times called for desperate measures. His Grandmother would understand this situation. At the same time, Alexandria had looked over to her lover now, confirming his answer. "Yes. They would be called demons in my world. Chased out, persecuted. Hunted for sport. Just as I was for being a witch." Their willful ignorance was going to be the death of them someday. There would have been calls to exterminate their kind just because of their species due to religious extremism. Unfortunately Earth has had that problem ever since the word was conceived many eons ago. Her frown had only deepened as her eyebrows furrowed, anger flashing in her eyes for a mere moment before snapping out of it.

"Is that so?" The Queen's mouth curved to a smile, "Taking after your ancestors, aren't you?" With a hearty laugh, she took the two. "We could have a Crown Princess selection, if you only want to choose one and see which one is better fit, but if you intend to marry both, or have one as a concubine, that is a different matter entirely."

"Human and Beast-kin don't live as long, though," Sebek replied, "You would end up a widow at some point, young master. You will have successors, surely- for they will inherit your longevity, but your wife or wives will need magic to extend their lifespan, despite already being mages themselves. The Draconia lineage will live on, but at what cost sir?"

Sebek only spoke up because he saw the same thing happening to his parents already. Sure, he didn't see them often due to their occupation, but whenever he had the chance to see his parents, his mother was still full of life, while his father was aging and becoming frail. At best, Sebek's own father had only a few more decades in him, more should they employ the aid of magic. And what then? His mother greatly loves his father- no doubt, she will never marry unless she manages to find his reincarnation.

"That is a good point," The Queen responds, "And I was almost in such a relationship- but this I will say- for if Malleus truly loves them, then these women will go to their grave loved. But if not, then it shall be no one's loss except for these children. And it is often the children who will bury their parents- not the other way around."

"I suppose," Sebek replies, but still worried.

"A pity," Silver replies.

"Indeed it is," Lilia replies, his hand reaching for Alex's gently, "Wars and hunts because they're different. Such fights have been fought on these lands for similar reasons, but we're closer to peace than before."

Silver took a sip of his tea, "I wonder whom the young master will marry. Hopefully she will be an exceptional woman."

"One can only hope."

"I choose them both." Was Malleus just being selfish and wanting more and more? Yes. Did he deserve to be so? Why, yes. Yes, he did. His ancestors were correct in breeding with other species to have their family line survive. He wouldn't be here if not for them. "I would have to have Lilia's assistance. If they need magic to live longer lives, then so be it," Malleus declared, his lime green eyes fiery with determination, steadfast in his decision.

He has chosen, therefore it was absolute. If he and Lilia had to make an immortality potion to have them drink, then so be it. His future children will be having their parents either way. There will be no burying anyone in his family. Not anymore. Malleus had already lost so much without knowing it as a child. Besides from Lilia, he had no parents and he had gotten to visit his own Grandmother only twice. Twice before now. Even then, he felt as though his Grandmother didn't have much time left. Inside this dragon was a scared young man only wanting the warmth, the love, the touch of a family. Silver, Sebek and Lilia were all wonderful. There was no replacing them. She agreed with the father and son, gripping Lilia's hand almost impossibly tight. Alright, breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. As she performed some breathing exercises, her grip had become looser, turning rough into gentle.

"I'll let both families know, then," Maleficent says, pulling out some paper and ink, "We'll have to arrange rooms and somehow invent these immortality potions to ensure their longevity. We would also have to discuss the marriage ceremonies and such, and child rearing, since their main purpose is to further the Draconia line." She paused, and let out a sigh, "We would also have to tutor them so that they may take over some duties afforded to the crown. The Aiza child may be knowledgeable, but I've heard questionable things about that one. The Cervantes child may be knowledgeable due to her association with the Kingscholar family, but she is not royalty, at least not yet."

"They're of age, your highness?" Sebek says, confused.

"Ah," Maleficent nods, "Indeed they are, but compared to my age, they are just small things. The same goes for you Sebek- since you're the same age as the Aiza child."

"I see, your highness."

"We're here, love," Lilia whispers, "We're here for you. Say," a small pause, an attempt to see if Alex was calming down, "We can walk through the garden later on and smell the flora. Would that be pleasing?"

Silver just sat there, unsure of what to do. All he could do was see his father comfort Alex to the best of his ability.

"...I-I would like very much. Please...," She murmured back to Lilia. That conversation had triggered memories that were unpleasant to say the least. There was no intention of her becoming angry like that. What if she hurt her kindred by accident? What would she do if that happened? He may be strong, but he was also older than her by 250 years. Well, 2 years in terms of human age. So it wasn't that much of a gap. But that shouldn't matter. "...Silver may come along too. If... he wishes to," She continued, swallowing her saliva in an attempt to wet her throat. After seeing Sebek's and Maleficent's expression of worry and fatigue, he now wondered if it was a good idea to marry the two of them at once. It would cost them a lot in educating them as to catch them up with the laws, traditions, and culture of the fae in Briar Valley. The goal was to further the Draconia line, yes. But at what cost? Maybe Sebek was right. But the fae had a strange and confusing tradition regarding divorce and his heart wouldn't be able to take that kind of heartbreak. In terms of the age gap, there was practically none since he would have only been about a decade older. Well, that age gap was a bit of a stretch. Were they even mature enough to be eligible to marry him? "I-I apologize for this, Grandmother. I did not mean to make this complicated for you."

"Alright," Silver says, "The garden is nearby." He gets up, Lilia following suit. Lilia gently pulled Alex from the couch, attempting to guide her to the door. It was going to be a slow process, but it is certain that a fresh breath of air was greatly needed.

"No worries, my dear," Maleficent replied, "It would not be complicated. They can be taught at the same time. You mentioned that Cervantes was there at NRC, correct, Sebek?"

"Indeed, I did. She was a year older than us. I don't remember much as to what Jack said of her- but I do remember that she was a smart person, one who could negotiate very well. In fact, she was a competitor to Ashengrotto, who was known for his contracts."

"A smart woman then," she says, pleased, "I would assume the same for Aiza. If not, well, she would already know of her duty, being a royal just like us. No doubt, Aiza would have been sent to another bachelor, Malleus. We're her best option. As for Cervantes," a pause, a moment to think, "Well, who knows. She would have been considered to become a guard, soldier, or perhaps a close knight for the Kingscholar family. Life for her would have been greatly different, in her case. Even then, you likely would have seen her in the school halls- she's a familiar face."

"She's right, young master," Sebek exclaims, "If they are not mature, then pray tell, what would that make me? They are the same age or older!"

Maleficent raised a brow at him, but remained silent.

Malleus now looked at Sebek with a raised eyebrow. Was he implying that due to their age, they were not mature? Anyone could be mature at any age. It all came down to perspective, emotional and social maturity as well as the development of their brains. Age never meant much once you had become someone of age to do anything you desired. There were barriers kept when you were younger for a reason.

Looking over at his Grandmother, his eyebrow went back to its original state as he nodded, "Yes, I remember Cervantes. I trust your judgment for both of them, Grandmother and Sebek."

They had let themself be pulled off from the couch, almost dragging their feet while being led by father and son out of the room. Being inside that room with that topic of discussion was more likely to deteriorate their mental state than it already was at the moment. Due to them dragging their feet, it had taken them up to fifteen minutes in order to get out of that room and to the garden. The only reason it didn't go for any longer was due to Alex picking up the pace while holding onto Silver and Lilia tightly. Looking up after having gazed at her feet for fifteen minutes was a transition of stone to one from a new world. Her eyes widened as they twinkled, her brain temporarily wiping any bad memories that she ever had. What spell was there to make those disappear??

"I'll make haste in calling for them. Aiza should arrive first, and Cervantes will take a few days up to a week, depending on the mode of transportation," Maleficent says, already drafting up the letters for both families, "There is also the knighting ceremony to do, but I trust you and your personal knights to handle that."

"Knighting ceremony?!" Sebek nearly jumps out from his chair, "No worries, your majesty, I will handle this graciously alongside Silver!"

Maleficent stared at Sebek before breaking out into a smile, "I'm sure you will, Zigvolt."

"We're here," Lilia says slowly, "At the gardens."

"There's various types of flowers," Silver says softly, looking around, "Dahlias, Lilies, Poppies, Marigolds- any and all sorts."

The two waited with worry and angst, hoping that Alex's condition would improve.

The nearby pixies flew in close, curious to what the trouble was. The slight bell chimes of their voices indicated they intended to do something, only Lilia knowing what they had said. Whatever it was, it was clear they were trying to help.

"Yes, Grandmother. I shall perform the knighting ceremony without error," Malleus declared as he rose from his chair. Aiza was going to be quick to arrive while Cervantes would only take up to a week. That was fortunate. It was almost as if they were going to be here in their time of need. "Sebek. Could you go retrieve Silver? He will be needed for the knighting ceremony," His deep voice resonated from within the room without him needing to project. Turning to his Grandmother now, he then asked, "Is there anything else you would need from me before I go?” He would need to get everything that was required such as the sword.

Blinking in and out of reality, Alex's head felt foggy, almost as if she were in another plane of existence. Her chest came up and down with every breath she took, quietly inhaling and exhaling. It was suddenly that pixies had flown to examine her face. As they spoke to Lilia about what they were intending to do, she blinked away some tears as her head shook. Shit, shit, shit! She had to snap out of it! She couldn't be doing this right now! Not with her now living with Lilia and the others! This was supposed to be a good day! As her stomach lurched and she felt as if she were to spiral, her eyes opened. Were those... bells that she heard? What could be chiming those at this time? In her confusion, the pixies took this as a chance to go scour for some flowers. In their quickness, they had picked out some marigolds, poppies, and lilies for her to have in her hair. But wait! Why not all of them?? Won't that make them happy again? As the pixies came back, they had begun to pick up strands of Alex's hair, accidentally brushing up against her skin and scalp. Her body flinched as her lips quivered. That wasn't the sound of someone crying. That was the sound of someone holding in their laughter!

"I'll take care of the tutoring and rooming for the women," Maleficent waved off, "The knighting ceremony shall be done tomorrow. It'll only include the knights. Nobility and lower class are free to view, but that is all. We need not to worry about food or entertainment, only the decoration is all."

She then looked up at them, and said, "That is all. You are free to leave, the both of you."

Sebek nodded and got up, waiting for Malleus. Once he got up, the two left.

Lilia smiled, noticing her stifled laughter, "I'm glad you're well now, love."

Silver smiled as well, though kept mum.

The pixies all cheered in glee when they noted the positive shift in demeanor, now chattering more, the sound of bells increasing more. They fluttered around Alex more freely now.

Malleus only nodded as confirmation for him hearing what his Grandmother told him. As he was leaving his Grandmother's quarters, his thoughts were at a standstill. All he could think about right now were the candidates that he had chosen. Cyrille Aiza and Lamia Cervantes... He only knew of Lamia, but he had never met her in person. The Aiza royal family were heard of by his Grandmother for certain. But by him? No. All that mattered now was that they were to be betrothed to him and him only. After all, he was their best option into having a life of power, luxury, and security. After getting her stifled laughter out of the way, Alex had to take a few breaths to calm herself down. "...What had happened to me," She asked, slightly worried about his choice of words. That she was well now? What was going on that made him concerned for her wellbeing? Did she do something wrong?

"Say, where would Silver, Lilia, and his beloved be?" Sebek wondered out loud, walking right next to Malleus.

It wasn't until he walked by one of the grand windows that showcased the garden nearby did he see Silver, Lilia and Alex outside.

"Young Master," He stops walking, "They're outside- should we join them? Her Majesty did say we needed to discuss the knighting ceremony with Silver, after all, and it would be a good idea to hear the opinion of Lilia and his beloved."

"You were unwell," Lilia explains, "As if something was tormenting your soul. Silver and I were worried about your well-being, and thought it would have been a good idea to get you outside for a fresh breath of air." "Indeed," Silver inputs, "Your face looked pale, and you were clenching your fists rather tightly. It seems like the pixies were able to improve your mood."

Looking in Sebek's direction, he followed directly behind to see what was outside of the window. "So it would," He muttered, leading the way to the garden. Although it seemed as if from their body language alone, the immortal woman had been through something terrible. Was it a good idea to bother them right now? Malleus was concerned after all. Perhaps it would be better to check on them first before asking about the knighting ceremony. Meanwhile outside, Alexandria nodded her head in understanding. So she was going through whatever that was due to what had happened. "I see. I'll have to thank you two for bringing me out here and to the pixies for helping me out of my dark state." A weak smile accompanied with her slumped shoulders meant that she was a bit fatigued. But sometimes that was life. It hits you with those bad thoughts and pixies have to help you out of that dark place.

Sebek walked over the trio, hearing the last part of Alex's sentence.

"Are you alright, Miss Alex?" He asks, looking around, realizing the pixies that were nearby. The pixies replied, and Sebek understood.

Lilia supplemented more info, "Alex was feeling unwell in the guest room, so Silver and I decided to take her outside for some fresh air."

"Good to know," Sebek replies, "I don't know what I'd do should Lilia be overtly worried for your being. I'm not very good at consoling people, you see."

"Where have you been?" Silver asks, trying to change the topic- it probably would be best to change the focus from Alex to something else.

"Oh, we have a knight ceremony, Silver," Sebek says, "We have to do it tomorrow, and have to organize all the decorations and such." "Was that all?" Lilia asks, gently grabbing ahold of Alex's hand, "I don't think you two would be gone for so long just for the knighting ceremony."

The King was silent during the conversation. There was nothing to say when all was already said and done. The pixies had already told Sebek as well as Lilia. So saying anything would be all for naught. There were times when Sebek had meant well, but he would end up unknowingly touching a sensitive subject and that was right now. Luckily for him, Silver was there to change the subject. He was sure that the lady would've rather not have been a focus of attention for such a touchy discussion. However, the young knight was doing his best to not do it so much, so he had to give credit where credit was due. Chuckling, Malleus offered a small smile to his supervisor. "I will do my best to see that it's not too long."

The immortal human was grateful for the change of topic. Anymore talk about it and her mind would have gone back to that dark place, rendering the pixies' treatment all for naught. The touch of her lover was all it took (plus the pixies' help) to help her pull it together again completely. The caress of his thumb against the back of her hand filled her with the warmth of that of someone that was safe and secure.

"Should we walk through the garden?" Lilia asks, "The sun is still high up, and it would be a waste to not walk through the garden on a lovely day like this."

"Indeed," Silver replies, "The flowers are in full bloom, and it is only during this time that the pixies are the most active. We can talk about the knighting ceremony after dinner, how does that sound?" Sebek refrained from pouting, but nonetheless agreed, "I suppose that's a good idea. A moment to rest is always good. Who knows when the next moment of tranquility will be."

"Agreed," Malleus said, having stood there listening to the conversation the whole time while thinking about the women that were coming. Was it a good time to speak of that? Probably not. So he would do what he did best and keep that to himself. The pixies were also fun to talk to. "Please. There's much more to explore here than just the flowers," She spoke up faintly, getting herself up. Stretching her legs would do her some good. Perhaps a training session with her sword? That was what the dagger basically was that was handed down to her from her ancestors. Kneeling down, she gazed at a peculiar looking black flower. What species of flower was this? The petals were as delicate as glass with the sprouting middle a gold and white. Was it native to this particular part of the world or was it imported here?

"Perhaps there is more to explore than just the flowers, but that doesn't mean we can appreciate it less so," Lilia replied, looking at Alex. He followed her line of sight and noted the black flowers, "Oh, I haven't seen these sorts before. I wonder if the Queen brought them in from other lands."

Lilia kneels down, taking a closer look at the flower, "It doesn't seem to be dangerous."

"I don't think it would be a good idea if we pluck flowers from the Queen's garden, father," Silver says, "It's already enough that the pixies gathered some to ease Alex. Besides, just because it doesn't seem to be dangerous doesn't mean it may not be so." "It reminds me of hollyhock," Sebek says, glancing at the flower, "Though I've never seen them in black."

Silver may have been right. Just because she was curious about this flower didn't mean that she was going to be plucking it out of the garden. The pixies already did so much for her and she didn't want to have them do it anymore. Plus the former Queen would be a bit irritated with them if they touched the flowers. Getting up from her kneeling position, she turned to face the vines that covered the stone walls. Was that the former Queen's doing or was that nature taking over? "Hm... This is new...," Muttering to herself, she sauntered over to the thorny vines to have a good look at them. Were these rose vines perhaps?

That black flower wasn't there earlier when he had gone out to the garden. Perhaps his Grandmother had it imported from some foreign land because she adored it. What if it had some kind of rare ability that was unheard of from this species of flower? An ingredient needed for a special kind of potion? He would have to ask his Grandmother about the black flower that was in her garden. Going ahead of the group, his gaze was faced towards the animals that were in the bushes. The squirrels that were from the forest were now here. How lovely, how cute. They were brave enough to leave the forest. Did they know that he was the new ruler of Briar Valley?

"Could be that the land finally realizes there is a new rule," Lilia comments, getting back up, "At least, that is what it's said through the ancient times. That the land knows change has happened, and will react accordingly- I think I read somewhere that coronation often brought bountiful harvests for some time. Whether that is because of the coronation or just a placebo, I don't know."

"We should begin exploring the garden, should we want to do anything else later on," Silver suggests, looking around, "I feel like we have little time on our hands, for some reason."

"You felt it too?" Sebek asks, "I wonder if it's because we just got here."

Silver shrugs, "Who knows." "Very well," Lilia steps forward, "Let us explore the garden for a small bit. Once we're satisfied, we can go look elsewhere to entertain ourselves."

The natural order was changing because of the coronation... If that were true, then that meant that it was the beginning of a new era. Placebo or not, the passage of time always meant that change was inevitable. A bountiful harvest would do some good for the people of Briar Valley right now. The food shortage had taken a toll on their economy and it needed to be brought back up.

But what else should he do to bring back up the economy for his people? There was a matter of foreign affairs as well. He already knew about the nobility and the elite secretly ruling the Valley. Going to sit down on the ground, Malleus began muttering to himself. There were to be no shortcuts in life and his career as a new ruler was proof of how far he had gotten in life. Of course, he had an immense amount of privilege in his position considering that he was born as a royal.

When curious little Alexandria's hand hesitantly touched the vine, her index finger was poked. Hissing in pain, she quickly pulled away from the vine. Bringing her finger to her mouth, she began sucking away at the blood that had dripped from the finger and onto the ground. After moments of sucking the blood out of her wound, she brought it out to see that it was still bleeding. Bleeding but slightly less so. Bringing it to her lips once more, she sucked out the rest of the blood until it had stopped bleeding.

Once it stopped bleeding, she would look elsewhere and find some exotic berries in a special bush. They were a dark purple, small and round with a noticeably hard and smooth surface. These berries looked as if they could be fake somehow. Were these too from a distant land unknown to them at this very moment? Or were they just some berries that she hadn't seen in a while? There were some like this back in the Land of Pyroxene when she had first lived there under her false identity.

"Love, are you alright?" Lilia asks when he saw that Alex pricked her finger on the vines.

He followed her line of sight to the dark berries, "Ah, those berries. I think these are merely common berries." He picks one of them, examining it, "Well, they're rare here, hard to cultivate because of weather and such, so they grow more commonly elsewhere. I suppose the environment here in the castle grounds is just suitable enough to grow them."

Sebek took a closer look, confirming what he said, "I believe Jack once mentioned these berries. I forget their name, but apparently they're rather popular from where he's from. They make many products that mimic its flavor, from what I recall." "Is that so?" Lilia mused, eating one of them, "On the sweeter side, but I can see why it'd be popular."

"Yes, mi tesoro. I'm alright. I just pricked my finger on a thorn...," She replied, still staring at the berries whilst casually fanning her finger. Her fingertips' nerves were screaming at her for her stupidity, thus it had begun to bleed once more. Damn it! Now she would have to go inside in order to get supplies to disinfect and dress the wound. This was just after she sucked on it to make sure that it stopped bleeding! Curse this moment! Trying to ignore it to the best of her abilities, she observed the berries some more. "I was wondering where these were from.. I've seen them before in the Land of Pyroxene. Just when I was moving there from another town," She mused, half speaking to herself while the other half was replying to the three men that were with her at the moment.

"I see. I understand," Lilia grabs ahold of her hand, using a bit of magic to heal the minor wound, "I wouldn't be surprised if Pyroxene was the ideal environment for them to grow and thrive in. Rather different from here, our Briar Valley."

"Should we head inside..?" Silver hesitantly asks, not sure of the next course of action. Alex's wound was better, but should they remain outside longer or head back inside? "You lot can head back," Lilia responds, "I'll stay here with Alex should they wish it so."

Malleus had gotten up by then from his spot on the grass of the garden in order to head back inside. He may need Silver and Sebek in a moment to speak about the knighting ceremony. They needed to know what to do about the decorations and what colors they needed them to be. What kind of flowers (if at all) needed to be present during that time. If the young knights wanted to follow, then they would be doing so already. As she felt the wound heal, the nerves had stopped aching and yelling at her. Thank goodness for that abundant magic. Well, not exactly abundant. But it was quite the vast amount of magic that Lilia had. "Yes. Don't you two have to speak to Malleus about something important?" They questioned, now looking in their direction.

Silver and Sebek followed Malleus, with the intention of discussing the knighting ceremony. After all, it will be a public display of their undying loyalty to the crown, so they need to perfect it as much as they can.

"Something important? Do you mean the knighting ceremony?" Lilia questions, looking at Malleus' figure as it was leaving, "Or perhaps the matters we mentioned in the lounge? About marriage? He hadn't brought it up, though."

"Both. Though primarily, I was speaking of the knighting ceremony.", She grinned at him, now relishing (a little bit) about how they were all alone. A little shaken up from the incident in the guest room, the group in the garden all at once had made her anxious. She was still good at masking it so that the others couldn't detect it as easily. But now that she was alone with Lilia, Alex felt more comfortable letting down her guard a bit more. The incident was as unavoidable as it was humiliating for her. But there was nothing they could do. So the best thing to do was to move on. As Malleus heard the steps of two pairs of feet, he kept his steady pace into his bedroom, letting the two knights in first. As he came in and closed the door behind him, he gestured to the bed. "Please sit. We need to speak about the knighting ceremony for you two." He sat down in the chair that was facing the bed, gazing at the two of them. Almost boring into their souls.

"The knighting ceremony," Lilia's voice softened, "I can't believe my sons are about to become royal knights. It's as if it was only yesterday that they were children, prancing around in the fields." Lilia dramatically touched his forehead with the back of his head, exhaling loudly to exaggerate the passage of time. The act didn't last long, for he then asked, "Ah well, what did you wish to speak about in regards to the knighting ceremony?"

Sebek straightened his back the moment Malleus stared right at him, feeling his heart race, as if he was going to be caught in a web. Silver on the other hand remains nonchalant. "The knighting ceremony," Silver says, "Right. What do we need to do for it?"

A light fit of laughter trailed from her chest and ripped out of her lips. It reverberated in the air as she clutched her sides. This melodramatic fae... If she truly thought about it, she would have done (somewhat) the same if her brother had been able to grow up in a better environment. "Y-You don't...," She breathed in between fits of girlish giggling and chuckling, "...need to be so dramatic about it...!" It took her a moment to truly come back from the tears she had to blink away from her deep bellied chortling. Still holding her sides, she cleared her throat, "How exactly does this knighting ceremony work exactly? What is involved in it? What will the men have to do after the ceremony? What duties do they have to fulfill?" She had so many questions that Lilia could answer. However it just wasn't in her best interest to ask them all at the same time. "Decorations as Grandmother said. We do not have to worry about anything else. The nobility and lower classes will be there to watch. Food and entertainment is not needed," Malleus listed. What should the colors be? Black, green, gold, and purple? Should they spruce it up with different colors this time? But different colors had different meanings attached to them and in Briar Valley, colors in nature truly mattered.

Lilia smiled, "I am glad my exaggeration brought you a smile, beloved. As for the ceremony," he thought about it, eventually coming to an answer, "It is where Malleus will stand before the throne, and the knights will swear their loyalty before him. Silver and Sebek both swore their loyalty before him, so I would assume that they will lead his personal guard. Others will have to be accepted into the personal guard, though I'd imagine the majority shall be the knights that once belonged to her Majesty."

He thought about it more, trying to recall the last time the knighting ceremony happened- it only occurred every so often, and the last few ones Lilia had missed since he wasn't able to attend them.

"So what exactly happens is that the knights present themselves, and Malleus swears them in. Only a small number of guards are chosen, so perhaps only 10 individuals will be present to be knighted, excluding Sebek and Silver. Once all is said and done, the new personal guard shall take official residence somewhere in the palace, close to the King's quarters as extra precaution. The ceremony itself finishes, and people are free to intermingle- regardless of status, though people remain in their circle nonetheless."

Lilia gave a smile, "I do hope that answered your questions, love."

"Shades of green, obviously," Sebek answers, "They're the colors of our nation."

"Purple and gold may do well," Silver replies, "They compliment the previous Queen well, and surely they will suit you as well, Young Master."

"Oh!" Sebek clasps his hands, "As for decoration, perhaps swords with flowers at their handle? I do think that would look elegant." Silver nodded, "We can also hang up shields that showcase Briar Valley's emblem."

Nodding along with their answers slowly, Malleus had thought of what the throne room would look like with those kinds of decorations. It would look elegant, sophisticated, classy, and most importantly, significant. These two had good taste, he'll admit that. "Excellent. We will have it done by tonight," Malleus replied, his expression one of satisfaction, a small smile appearing in his features. "Would it be too gauche to add extra flowers to the frames of the door?"

They nodded, their smile intact. In fact, her brain had managed to spin such an image as to almost embellish the visage of Malleus knighting both Sebek and Silver in a room full of Briar Valley residents. "Thank you for the brilliant visuals, mi alma. I have been to only one in my life," Confessing this was a bit embarrassing. However, doing that in front of Lilia Vanrouge felt a little bit worse. But why was that? She needed to give herself some room to make some mistakes. Perhaps her age was getting to her after all. Over 400 years of nonstop running truly exhausts the brain. "...I believe it was when a relative of mine was being knighted by the King of Spain himself." Her left hand's index finger and thumb cupped her chin as her right hand laid as a prop on her left arm.

Seeing that he had held himself back, her heart couldn't help but beat a little bit faster. If only her family were still alive... If only they could meet him and see how loving and considerate he was... "Mi amor, please. Come closer. You're not going to hurt me." She held out her right hand to invite him to close the distance between them both. Seeing his hesitancy, Alexandria would be the one to close the distance, getting closer to him. Once she had closed the space between them, they felt comfortable enough to speak once more, beginning the story.

"My father told me of him and my mother attending the knighting ceremony with me in her arms. I was in between trying to sleep and trying to see what the fuss was about," She cleared her throat, "Anyway, let me continue. It was either one of my uncles or older cousins being knighted. My family was honored to be a part of the crowd that were seeing this. Due to this, my family were elevated to high ranking nobles. We had authority. Respect. It was a lovely time for my family and I. It was as if we had been blessed by Yahweh himself..." Her eyes shined in the sun, a blissful smile on her face with her teeth showing. "A few years later, my baby brother was born. He was named Alfonso..."

Her father was an honored and respected man of his caliber and in his field of expertise as a Knight himself and her mother a Countess of the royal court. They were granted those ranks by the King and Queen themselves after their family's services in the wars that had come before she was born.

During Silver and Sebek's discussion on whether the nobles would stand a chance against him and them, Malleus was silent. He had taken all of this information in like a sponge. Only if that sponge had an excellent memory and could memorize just about everything said as well as the body language, tone, fluctuation of said tone, etc. Then it was agreed that the minimal amount of flowers would be on the frames of the door. No more, no less. He was still trying to please his people after all.

"Yahweh," Lilia softly whispered, "I suppose that is the name of a higher entity of yours?"

In the world of Twisted Wonderland, there was not much need for many gods- they existed, but their followers were few and in between. Many looked up to the Great Seven, but not the same way as a god to follower- more similar to an idol to a fan, in any case.

"Is that all then?" Sebek says, "If so, we should probably tell the coordinators about it- so that they may quickly set the preparations."

"Though, isn't it a bit too soon?" Silver inquires, furrowing his brows, "I feel like only one day of preparation is too little time."

"Nonsense," Sebek replies, "We should not underestimate the former Queen- if she says we can make the preparations quickly, then we can."

"I suppose, but nonetheless..." Silver's voice trailed off, still unsure, but he no longer objected.

Perhaps there was a small ounce to Silver's words, but in either case, Sebek was right- perhaps the former Queen had something in mind or perhaps she had the most efficient coordinators- whichever was more true, was yet to be seen.

She nodded, going on to describe who, what, and how he works as a higher entity. Yahweh was the Jewish people's version of God and what it meant was literally, "He Brings into Existence Whatever Exists." The Jewish people had preferred the Old Testament over the New one since it was more faithful to what their belief system was. He had led the Israelites to paradise and thus he was worshiped as their God.

The topic changed from Yahweh from if he had ever met her family. If he thought about it just a little bit, then they would surely accept him based on his rank alone! "They would have loved you so much after seeing how well you treat me! You would've already been a part of the family! A big celebration would have been held in your honor... My younger brother would have looked up to you as a big brother. Would've wanted to be just like you. An honorable general serving the needs of others in the name of your kingdom..." Her voice had a more dreamy tone to it, almost blissfully unaware of the reality that she was in at this moment.

Perhaps it was better than the bad memories she had after she had such precious ones of her family. Malleus understood Silver's worries about the time crunch. But he had faith in his Grandmother. She knew how to pull off last minute events from what Lilia had told him. If he didn't have such faith in his supervisor or in his grandmother, then he would have never been here. There was no respect to be had with a lack of trust. With no trust, there is no love. "We shall see. For now, we follow the words of my Grandmother. That is all." For now, the conversation was over. There was nothing else to talk about with the decorations. Though he had thought that it would've taken longer to decide what the decorations were going to be. It was a bit... unnerving just how easy this was. His Grandmother would have never made it this easy without a catch. Neither would Lilia.

Lilia smiled at her words, "I would've liked to meet your family, love. I'm sure we could have gotten along just well." He didn't dare break her out of the daydream.

Gently, he guided her back into the castle, "The sun will begin to set soon, so let's head back inside, alright?"

Silver and Sebek nodded at Malleus' words. Once Malleus indicated the end of the conversation, Silver and Sebek both got up and gave their farewells.

It was about to be supper soon, and the two knights could not afford to miss a meal.

Neither could the King, for that matter, which is why the two beckoned for their King to follow them.

Before they were King and knights, they were friends and family.

The day went by quickly, the coordinator doing everything in their power to make sure that the event goes without a hitch. Servants shuffled around, Sebek and Silver giving a hand. Within hours, many humans and fae alike managed to make the throne room come to life with all the lovely flowers of various shades, the shields and swords, and the chairs for the knights that were to be sworn in.

Since there was no food nor consideration of entertainment, it went easier than thought, as Silver and Sebek managed to go to bed on time without much trouble.

The next day came, the sun now high up in the sky, and now it was the day.

Lilia dressed himself in his general attire, having to stand next to Malleus throughout the ceremony. Silver and Sebek wore the traditional knight attire typical for the Briar Valley, in the shade of dark green with golden accents. All three had their swords to their sides, though the same could be said for the new knights that were to be sworn in. There were many of them, perhaps around 15 men in total- both fae and human, though mostly fae. It did them well to come in early.

Though, that did mean that nobles and commoners were beginning to notice, gathering in early by the few, their numbers only growing as time went on.

By the time the ceremony was to start, the room was full, the only space available being the only space around the throne where the King and his knights were.

Truly, it was a great sight to behold- the sun peeking through the throne room with enough light, the flora practically glowing despite its deep shades, and the glistening of the swords and shields that were polished for such an event.

Alexandria was guided back into the castle by her lover as she daydreamed some more about the predicament she would have had if her family were still alive and well. The dreams that she would have during that night were more than enough for her to wake up rested the next day. That daydream truly did wonders. Well, so did telling Lilia a little bit about her family.

When the sun had risen, peeking through the curtains, she was already up and was getting dressed. Since she didn't have any formal clothing that wouldn't make her stand out, she had asked some of the maids and servants if they knew of anyone that would let her borrow or rent any clothing.

After that escapade, she was in a Victorian dress. It had a minimal amount of ruffles with the outer layer being black while the under layer was more of a dark berry. Simple, yet oh so elegant. Having a little gold and black hat that accompanied it, she only had to put on her corset and white linen. Putting them all on in order (as she remembered it), next came the stockings. These were the more old fashioned ones with a garter and hose. Finally, there was the light makeup. When everything was done and ready for her, she had a small breakfast. Arriving at the throne room and being one of the first ones, she had a front row stand to everything that was about to happen.

Malleus had observed the coordinators doing their best with the time crunch that they had. From what it was going to look like, they were doing well. With the preparations done within the night, he told them all to take a rest and head to bed.

The next morning, Malleus was in his royal clothing accompanied with his crown and a few rings that were small and slender in nature. Obsidian jewels were the highlight of the outfit as well as amethysts and emeralds with the bands being a clear golden. Black was customary for the knighting ceremony as well as to show his status as the King of Briar Valley. His royal outfit was mostly black with golden outlines, dark green, and purple adorning his royal outfit. The shields that were placed on the wall just above the throne, the flowers on the door frame and hanging on the bases, the banners that his own Grandmother had used (pristine and pressed to look as new as possible)... They were all going to be a part of his legacy.

At last when enough people were there to witness the Knighting Ceremony, it had begun. With the sword in his right hand, he would make his speech of how these two were by his side ever since he was a young fae, protecting him when times called for it. Of how they had gone above and beyond just protecting him as bodyguards, but of how they had earned his trust and respect as fellow people of Briar Valley. He would then dub both Silver and Sebek, touching the sword to both of their shoulders, now declaring them Royal Knights of the King's forces.

It didn't take long to knight the others- 15 men in total, a few minutes at most for each. Every single one declared their loyalty with the most sincerity that they could muster.

It quickly finished, Malleus giving a small bow towards the kneeling knights, and then sitting on his throne, dismissing them.

The families of the knights rushed forward to their family members, crying out in joy that they were selected. Other knights got together and cheered.

Lilia stood proud, wiping away a nonexistent tear. Truly, his boys have grown up so much.

But something felt amiss.

Lilia glanced around, looking, searching whatever could it have been. Everything seemed to be in order, until he noticed the dark shades of blue in the back.

A foreigner.

Lilia walked over to Sebek and Silver, and said, "Say, boys, do you recognize them?" Pointing with his chin towards the person.

It took a moment, but only Sebek recognized them, realization dawning upon his face.

"I do believe that is the betrothed of Malleus, sir Lilia."

Silver glanced back at Sebek, "Betrothed? You never mentioned this. You knew she was to come?"

Sebek nodded, "Indeed, though I expected her arrival later."

Lilia sighed, "We should let Malleus know- he'd want to know either way. Quick, or else she may change her mind."

Sebek nodded, and went over to Malleus with the news.

Lilia shook his head, "I'll be returning to Alex. I wish Sebek and Malleus told us sooner about this."

"Agreed."

"You should escort the woman to the king in any case. I think Malleus would like to meet them soon."

"Understood, father."

So he did, Silver spotted the same dark blues and approached the woman. He walked with stride and confidence, at least until a figure stopped him in his tracks right before he was about to talk to the betrothed.

"I am Rosamund," the knight says, "And you are?"

"Silver," he replies, "Knighted to the king as you saw."

Rosamund nodded, "Then you're aware?"

"Yes."

"Very well," the woman scowled, but she pulled the other woman close. She too was in a bad mood, but didn't comment on anything.

"She is Cyrille Arbolis," Rosamund states, "Though you may recognize her as Aiza."

Silver gave a small bow, "Allow me to take you to our King."

"Alright."

Silver began to walk, the two women in blue following closely behind him, until they were in the line of sight of the King.

"Sir, I do believe this is them," Silver gestured to the women, Cyrille walking forward and pulling her hood down, her blue eyes staring intently at Malleus. "...Your majesty," was all Cyrille said.

Malleus's lime green irises had almost glowed in the throne room although there was light from within the curtains. The beautiful blue eyed girl with blonde hair from the application that her family had sent his Grandmother was the princess due to her eye color. Or at least that was what she had told him. Then there was the knight. Rosamund Cervantes... The both of them looked quite exquisite in his eyes. But he was curious about something. Weren't they supposed to arrive a few days later? "How did you two come to be early?" The King asked, his voice even with amusement. He swore that he sensed someone from within the crowd that was a foreigner besides Lilia's betrothed. At the same time, his heart threatened to burst from his chest. Oh, yes. They were destined to be together forever. However, that did not mean that he could force them to marry him right this instant. Ethically and morally speaking. When their General approached them, they grasped his hand softly, keeping a firm grip. Leaning over, she whispered, "Should we leave? It seems as if the brides have arrived earlier than expected..." It was a bit awkward to be peeking in at them when this felt more like a private moment between the King, the Princess, and the Knight. The Knight was a cheetah beastman... How interesting to note. She'd never seen one like her before. Then the princess... There were plenty of attractive blonde haired, blue eyed ladies in the court of the King of Spain. However, Cyrille was strikingly exceptional, even compared to the ladies of back then. There was just something about her that made Alex want to comfort and embrace her tightly. To tell her that everything was going to be alright. The princess must have been anxious standing in front of Malleus like this.

Rosamund's mouth twisted into a smirk, almost laughing but didn't.

"The Queen of Aiza," Cyrille begins, "Was rather confident that you would accept the proposal, so she sent us a day after the letter was sent."

Sebek looked at Cyrille harder- the sketch shown didn't showcase the complexity of the white tattoos that contrasted against her tan skin. Her arms were littered with many tattoos, and Sebek faintly recalled the tribe nearby, middle of Briar Valley and Aiza domain.

Last time he heard of them, they had called themselves People of Arbol.

But... Surely, the people of Arbol wouldn't dare take in a princess, would they?

Rosamund stepped next to her, "I am Rosamund Cervantes, of the Soldati Famiglia. I'm sure you heard of us." She gave a little bow to Malleus, feeling his gaze on her, "I am Cyrille's knight, have been for more than a decade. Should you take her hand in marriage, I'll extend the same courtesy to you, your majesty."

Rosamund's amber eyes stared right at Malleus' own eyes, and she only smiled. She took a step back, right behind Cyrille, dutifully.

"Would it be the best time to know your answer, your highness?" Cyrille asks, "Or have you already sent a letter to... the Queen of Aiza?"

-Lilia shook his head, "It's fine, love. Besides, everyone else is watching." He gestured to the rest of the crowd, who all were whispering about the ordeal.

Raising an eyebrow at Rosamund, he stayed silent as the Knight spoke. A smirk. Something must have been truly hilarious if she were to do that. What that was he wasn't about to find out right now. None of this was remotely entertaining for him. Not at all.

The white tattoos seemed familiar to him since he had studied them before in a book that Lilia had wanted him to read for some kind of test. But it sounded like this Queen had some guts if she was that confident that he would have accepted her proposal so soon. She was lucky that he had done so or else she wouldn't have had an alliance with Briar Valley. "I have heard," Malleus replied. In a way, it was insulting to him that the Queen had the audacity to think of him as an easy target.

Somehow there was some tension between him and the Knight. However, being King was never going to be that easy. He would just have to accept that some would never approve of him. Especially those among the nobility. It was just their pesky fear speaking.

Looking directly at Cyrille now, he would give her his direct answer. "I have already done so, yes," So he had already accepted her hand in marriage just by approving the application. Sending it was just the nail in the coffin. There would be one more that should arrive within a week.

Miss Gonzalez-Garcia was uncertain about what was transpiring right now. Everyone here seemed a little too entertained by this fiasco. She placed her right hand upon his as her fingers on her left hand were intertwined with his. But all she could do was watch.

"Is that so?" Cyrille says, disappointment apparent in her tone, "I suppose I'll have to get settled in then."

"Looks like it, your highness," Rosamund replied- the honorific clearly foreign to her mouth.

"Then all I ask is for your hospitality, King Malleus," Cyrille ignored Rosamund's words, "And hopefully all ends well for the both of us."

It was rather clear that Cyrille didn't quite want to be here.

Rosamund butted in, "Your Highness, if you could, please do escort... Princess Cyrille to a room, where she may rest. We had arrived early in the morning, you see." She looked over to Cyrille, who only glared at Rosamund.

"Ah," she looked back to Malleus, "That is, if it wouldn't trouble you at all, your highness."

Silver stepped up, "I can be of service. King Malleus, if I may?"

Lilia carressed Alex's fingers, watching the scene unfold.

He was privy to more information- the Soldati Famiglia. An underground organization that dealt with illegal dealings, especially with the ore that made the Aiza Domain prosperous.

Thus, Cryille Arbolis of Aiza and Rosamund Cervantes of Soldati belonged to different factions that were the enemy of each other.

An odd duo indeed.

So far, this Queen sounded as if she were rude and incompetent to boot. It was expected that some sniveling royal would offend the Briar Valley's Draconia family. But to have this done to him on the first day of his ruling was nothing but aggravating. On the outside, Malleus was calm, stoic. Composed. But on the inside, he was seething. Did this foolish Queen not know just how much of a gift her daughter and the Knight she had pushed out of the door were? "Yes, Silver. If you would please." His voice never betrayed his emotions, but the feeling of screaming was tempting. This test was turning out to be a challenge so far. Was he making his Grandmother proud with this? Only time will tell...

Their throat tightened, swallowing their saliva to make their mouth and throat wet still. The silence from their end as well as Lilia's were deafening. The audience whispering, giggling, and pointing were not helping matters at all. Nothing about this was good at all. Was the Queen this desperate to have an alliance with Briar Valley that she would push these women out of the door? Perhaps it was the best choice for that kingdom, but this Queen sounded so...so...cruel. The poor princess didn't even look like she wanted to be here!

Silver nodded, and gestured to the women to follow him.

They complied, and left the throne room. Silver didn't know where their rooms would be- though it shouldn't be hard to find since Cyrille was to be Malleus' betrothed.

Once they were out of earshot from the throne room, Cyrille and Rosamund finally began talking.

"A shame he didn't reject," Cyrille says, sighing rather loudly, "I didn't want that horrid woman to get her way."

"Indeed," Rosamund replied, "Perhaps we shouldn't have agreed to-"

"Rose, do not finish that."

"Alright, Cy."

"Besides," Cyrille huffed, "You would have done the same if it was Isidore."

Rosamund kept mum, looking away from Cyrille.

"Be like that, then," Cyrille huffs, walking faster to catch up with Silver, "Say, where are the escape routes here?"

Silver was taken aback, and glanced at her curiously. "I beg your pardon?"

"The escape routes."

"I'm afraid I know of none," Silver replied, pausing once he reached the hallway where everyone was, "Besides, our rooms are here. I believe yours will be right next to Malleus' room."

"And what about Rosamund's?"

"Hers will be next to mine."

Cyrille didn't look to please, but knew better than to say anything else.

"Alright then," she walked over to her supposed room, only giving a brief look to Malleus door, making a sour face, "Rosa, come here. We'll be in my room for the meanwhile."

Cyrille headed right in, leaving Rosamund out.

"Don't mind her," the cheetah beast-man says. "She's been having a hard time adjusting- it was only a week ago that we were within the territory of Arbol, content with our lives, when the official heir to the Aiza domain came in, demanding Cy's presence." She had a small smile, and continued, "It was her sister, who needed her aid. The moment we entered Aiza territory, their mother's forces came upon us and forced a deal."

All Silver could do was nod, now having a better understanding of the situation.

"I'll leave you to it, good day, Silver."

Silver took his leave the moment the door closed behind Rosamund, returning to the throne room.

He noticed Malleus' foul mood, but didn't comment on it, instead just standing next to Sebek. He didn't want to add fire to the flame.

Lilia saw the entire debacle, and while he would have liked more drama, he decided it was enough.

"Pardon me, love," he calmly says to Alex, giving her a small peek on her cheeks, "I shall divert attention away from them, so be prepared."

He moved away from Alex as gently as he could, and sauntered up to Malleus, and as loudly as he could, "Your highness, I do have but one question to make- when and where will the hunting games take place?"

Lilia smiled even more when the topic changed so quickly amongst the nobles- there hasn't been a hunting game since the coronation of Maleficent. And with the new changes within the land, there was bound to be many prey roaming around and about, taking advantage of the abundant flora.

Was his foul mood that easy to detect? Then again, Silver had known him for many years. If it wasn't obvious to him by now, then it was a lost cause. The moment they were away from the throne room, his mood had only worsened until his supervisor had mentioned the Hunting Games. Turning his focus away from the sudden arrival of his betrotheds, the atmosphere in the room had become lighter. As to where the Hunting Games will take place... "They will take place in the near deep forests of Briar Valley in seven days time," King Malleus announced, almost staring down at his supervisor from his throne. But this was not out of superiority. He's just that tall. So tall that one would make the mistake of it looking like he's trying to intimidate Lilia.

Alex had let go of the General, entrusting him to divert attention. It worked effectively, seeing as how the nobles amongst the crowd had reacted. The whispers became louder as they discussed amongst themselves as to how to properly prepare for the Hunting Games coming up. While she wouldn't participate, she would just watch from the sides. Maybe then she could work on her sparring skills with her dagger/sword.

But one would not partake in the Games. One that was more massive in both physique and in height, intimidating and almost unapproachable in his demeanor. Anyone could point him out by his height, dark (almost night) blue hair, pale ivory skin and startling golden eyes. The horns and ears had made it apparent to the others that he was only half fae, but that the other half was that of a demon. The people of Briar Valley had thought of the doctor as being a kind soul for taking this delinquent in when he was young. But the amount of scars on his body would tell you a different story. The only way he had made it to being a part of the Royal Court was due to his father being a famous surgeon within the Court. At least, that's what the people of Briar Valley will tell you. He was well-known and well-respected for his accomplishments and the amount of lives saved within the Briar Valley. But he was only known by the name Dr. Zima.

Sebek and Silver finally took note of the presence that seemed to cause tension, their eyes landing on Celeste Zima. The two of them never quite formally met him, but they've heard rumors about him and how he once was. Yet, seeing how Malleus hadn't done anything, neither did the two knights.

Lilia also took note, "Ah, there he is. Celeste Zima, the Chief Inspector," he turned to Alex, "If I may caution you, do be wary around him." Lilia cast another glance at Celeste, "He was always the troublesome sort- whether he is naturally like this or because of his environment, I don't know, but he can be a dangerous individual if he wanted to be."

Lilia gathered that perhaps Celeste wouldn't do anything to cause much trouble, but that would only be a given should the lad have grown out of his ways- and Lilia didn't have enough knowledge to say that he did or not, so Celeste remained an enigma that he needed to figure out.

What would someone do when there were eyes on them? Normally they would slink back into the corner like a weak little worm. But Celeste? Oh, he revels in these kinds of situations. The more mayhem he causes, the better the outcome for him and the more embarrassing it is for their father figure. Was it childish? Yes. Was it absolutely foolish to make the new King of Briar Valley furious at him? Yes. But would it be worth it? It's possible. So when about four to five pairs- no... even more pairs of eyes were on him, he could only grin. Finally, he would speak in his deep voice, "Aw, what's this? Am I displeasing everyone here?~ Tut, tut. And I thought this was an event in which everyone could be an audience..." His voice naturally projected, thus echoing off of the stone walls. His grin vanished, his expression almost sad. But all he was doing was mocking the others for gazing at him as if he were a beast.

Alexandria hastily turned their gaze away when the half demon grinned. For a moment, she thought she had seen the elongated canines in that dark grin of his. Instead, they had preferred to look upon their lover's stern expression. Hearing Celeste speak for the first time was...haunting. But it was so in the most malicious of ways. It was as if it was an indicator of how aggravated the soul was for having to be around the fae populous in general. What did this person have against fae anyway?

As for King Draconia, his frown only deepened as his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze almost glaring daggers into the half demon's soul. If he were to cause any sort of fuss, his royal knights would be the first to escort him out of the event. No one should have to endure this from anyone. There was no exception to him or from him. Whether they were in the royal court, a noble, a commoner, or a foreigner, this harassment was uncalled for. Leaning towards Sebek and then Silver, he whispered for them to watch for Celeste. Should he do anything as simple as breathing, he is to be escorted out of the throne room.

Sebek and Silver nodded their heads. While they didn't think to escort Celeste out for simple breathing, they did agree in silence to escort him the moment he would become a nuisance to others. It didn't help that his presence alone was already so aggravating towards the others in the room, even to Malleus himself.

Lilia glanced over to Malleus, a tad worried as to how he was acting. But he stayed with Alex- Malleus had Silver and Sebek with him, but should something happen in general, Lilia hoped that it was within his power to prevent or act upon.

"Cy?"

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

"...."

"Very hungry."

"Go outside then. A few hours by myself won't kill me. If I need you, I'll summon you."

"Thanks, Cy."

Alex had the temptation just to cover her own ears due to how progressively provocative and antagonistic Celeste had become. Was he pushing these people to their limits to get attention? What exactly was his motive? Was there something going on in the background of his life?

"Is this because of my presence? Or merely the fact that I'm half fae? We all know that the fae despise breeding with other species..." That smug, menacing grin had never left his face. The whispers only became louder amongst the nobles as they spectated this interaction between them and the Chief Inspector. Good. Get these people stirred up in their despicable shoes. When the King had scolded him, his hands went up with him being in a surrendering position. "I do apologize for the inconvenience, my liege." With that, his mayhem had come to an abrupt end. However, this was only the beginning... Malleus's foul mood had come back with a bitter vengeance, his hands gripping the arms of the throne as if he were going to rip them off. "Celeste. This is your only warning. Quiet down or you will be escorted out," His tone was even, collected. Authoritative as a proper King should be. When he saw that Celeste had sat back down in his seat and apologized, his mood had fluctuated back to one that was more calm. When they said that he was a troublemaker, they definitely meant it.

Sebek felt uncomfortable- he was half fae, and hearing Celeste's words packed a punch. He looked over to Malleus nonetheless. Sebek may not seem bright, but he was smarter than he let on (though unintentionally).

After all, Cyrille was human. Any children born from a union between Malleus and Cyrille would be like him- half fae and human. If Celeste had said that in mind, then Sebek supposed that he did a good job at choosing his insults.

Nonetheless, he stood tall and on guard, as did Silver. They kept a close eye on the half demon, worried as to what he'd do, now that all the attention is on him, despite the promise that he would calm down.

Lilia, on the other hand, only held his beloved's hands. He wanted to jump in, escort the troublemaker himself, but he shouldn't- couldn't- for if he did, it may seem like he was ignoring Malleus' authority, which would not bode well for Malleus in the future.

He was pleased that Malleus had it under control.

Meanwhile, Rosamund took it upon herself to explore the palace grounds, keeping to the walls in an attempt to stay out of sight. If anyone would see her, they would assume the worst- think that she's a proper demon of sorts. The best case scenario would be mistaken for being a distant relative to the Draconia line, but Rosamund doubted that.

She eventually found the garden with all the plants, pleased to have found an area with lots of sunlight. "Food from the sun god," she says quietly, settling down in an open area. Her entire being took on a green hue as closed her eyes, basking in the sun.

While Celeste had seen the spectacle that was the King's supposed bride(s) coming in to introduce themselves, that insult was not targeted towards them. If anything, he didn't know much about the identities of said bride(s) at all. One of the few (many?) good things about Celeste was that he didn't make many assumptions offhand when someone was a different species than him. Unless they were faes. Then he was absolutely a bully about it. That insult was more so directed at himself as opposed to other half-faes. He knew that they despised him partially because of that. His reputation covered a large part of that, but still. The implications were there. The attention was still on him, which was good enough for him. His father always did tell him that he was a bit of an attention-seeking little rat after all. Might as well keep up with it.

When Alex had turned back to see the half-demon, he was sitting back down in the chair. The chair creaked a little under the half-fae's weight, but that was alright. As long as Celeste stayed far away from her found family and her beloved, then it was going to be fine. Turning to Malleus, Silver, Sebek, and then finally at her lover, she worried for them all. Sebek because that insult being slung at someone could potentially harm them in various ways. Psychologically, mentally, spiritually. Squeezing Lilia's hand, they hadn't realized until now that they hadn't taken a single breathe out. Exhaling quietly, they had to make sure that they were breathing by placing their right hand upon their chest. Feeling that their heart was still beating, they relaxed their shoulders.

Since Celeste had sat down and made his "promise", Malleus had made sure to have guards keep a watchful eye on the half-demon to make sure that everything was still right in the world. His reputation had perceived him well and it looked like his troublemaking ways hadn't gone away. Not entirely. There were rumors that he used to be much worse than before with the potion incident. It involved sending his instructors to the infirmary with some of the students being scarred temporarily. The whispers had continued for a little while until Malleus had determined that the event was finally over. After all, the main event had been done for a little while now. He needed to tend to some matters that his Grandmother left behind.

The rest of the ceremony went without a hitch, thankfully. Sebek and Silver didn't need to do anything other than stand guard- no doubt a large part due to Malleus' rather imposing figure.

And thus, the next course of action was dinner, or more aptly, a small dinner party to celebrate the arrival of Cyrille and her knight.

This time, it was Sebek who had to call upon the two, as everyone was already situated in the dinner room, waiting for them.

He came to the door, and knocked. Once. Twice. Then thrice.

It took a moment, but then finally Cyrille opened the door- albeit only partly.

"What is it?"

"We're celebrating your arrival, Princess Cyrille," Sebek replies, "So your attendance is mandatory."

"Tsk," Cyrille glances to the side, "Need I to dress up?"

"That would be best, please."

"...Alright. Just a moment."

Cyrille closed the door, and Sebek could faintly hear the conversation between the two women, followed by a disgruntled groan. A few minutes passed, and finally the two came out from the room.

Cyrille came out, adorning a plain green dress. It was still in Aiza fashion, but the green seemed to compliment her much more than the blues of her kingdom. And her eyes even seem to take on a more green hue...

Rosamund came out dressed all in black, attire befitting more of an assassin than a knight. Otherwise she didn't seem much different from before- though Sebek swore her eyes looked a tad different. Perhaps it was just his imagination..?

Nonetheless, Sebek guided the two into the dinner room, where everyone was at. There were a few chairs empty, notably those right next to Malleus- which meant that the two would have to separate for the time being.

They took their places, and it was all quiet. Until Lilia spoke up.

"Say, Rosamund was it?"

A nod.

"How is it that someone from the Soldati family came to be acquainted with the Aiza?"

"Ah," Rosamund glanced at Cyrille, "We both ran away from home."

"Oh?" This piqued Lilia's interest.

Rosamund gave another glance to Cyrille, who only nodded, as if giving her permission to continue.

"I'm only a few years older than.... Princess Cyrille. We both had run away from home for personal reasons, and ended up in a chance encounter in the Arbol territory, where we were both taken in."

"Is that so? And you remained there?" Lilia questioned.

"We did," Rosamund admitted, "We only returned to the Aiza domain upon request from Princess Sarai."

That was news. There was only ever one daughter publicly announced.

"Princess Sarai?" Sebek asked, "I thought there was only one princess?"

It was Cyrille who spoke up, "The Queen didn't approve of me- hence why I left home. She took advantage of my sister's plea for help. If not for her plea, then no one would have been sent."

Cyrille looked at Malleus head on, staring right at his eyes, "So please do forgive me if I act out of place, because I am. I was not raised like royalty for a considerable amount of time, I hope you understand. Rosamund much less so, considering her history with the Soldati family."

"No worries," Lilia spoke again, "It is a great opportunity to get to know the two of you better, is it not?" Lilia glanced around, waiting for a response.

Just before anyone could reply however, the servants brought out the food, the smell absolutely heavenly- it was a soup from a foreign land, a zuppa toscana. Though, it was clearly just an appetizer, something before the big meal that was yet to come.

When the dinner party was getting started, Celeste had already left to go back to his duties. He surveyed the garden beforehand to make sure that everything was in order before his duties as Chief Inspector would continue. Inspecting the hospital rooms, equipment, the workers and many other things for major discrepancies. Making sure that everything was prepped and set up to properly perform surgeries.

Once everything had been ready with everything being clean to its fullest, then the doctors and nurses (as well as residents) could begin working on their patients. The workers that had cleaned the equipment themselves were under the careful, scrutinizing eye of Celeste Zima whom they were all scared of. And for good reason.

While the dinner party was getting prepped up, he had watched over everyone in the throne room to make sure that no more people were going to be a nuisance. While the dinner party was getting set up, King Draconia would take his place at the end of the long table. Of course, his brides were to sit on both sides of him which was to be expected. But for now, those seats would be empty. It was then that everyone would become situated at the table with him, sitting in their assigned seats.

Once Sebek had come back out with the two guests (well, not really, but you do get what I mean, right?) of honor. Cyrille had clearly looked disgruntled with this, which had made his heart sink a bit. Did she not already like him? Was there something wrong with him? Did he do something wrong by accepting the application? Had he made a mistake?

The silence was rather deafening, but luckily, Lilia had broken it once more. Always the conversation starter and always the more extroverted one. He observed the conversation, studying Rosamund's and Cyrille's facial expressions. What did they think of all of this besides the obvious? There was more to it than this after all.

The more he listened to their story about running away from home, the more he had felt terrible for the both of them. Her mother had thrown away someone who was truly a marvel of a living being. But when he had heard about there being two princesses, his eyebrows shot up. Two princesses? So did the Queen lie to him about Cyrille being the only child in her application? Shortly after he felt Cyrille staring right at him, his expression turned neutral as he turned his head to face her. Understanding the situation much better now, he nodded his head.

Before he could speak any further, the appetizer had arrived from the kitchen and onto the table.

Rosamund was the first to dig into the soup, as if she was like a starving dog. She finished long before anyone else could finish their soup- even Cyrille, who was just as famished as the knight.

"'I take it, you enjoyed the soup?" Sebek asks, only halfway done with his. He truly didn't know what to say, but felt obligated to say something.

"Hm?" Rosamund looked up, finally setting the spoon down, "Oh, yes. It's pretty good."

Cyrille only glanced at Rosamund, as if she was disappointed in her.

"What was your reason for leaving home, Rosamund?" Lilia asks, looking right at her. Perhaps he had picked up the fact that Rosamund wasn't all that she had seen.

"Oh, I got tired of hiding," Rosamund nonchalantly replies, "I was good at what I did, but what's the point if I can't show it?"

"And what is it that you do, besides being a knight?"

"One, I'm no knight," Rosamund scoffed, "and two, pray that you never have to know."

"...Rose, it's not very hard to say that you were trained in the Soldati family." Cyrille looked at her with a blank expression, as if such conversation was normal.

"But that takes away from the mystery, doesn't it?"

"Rose."

"Fine, fine."

Whatever tension there was, it left as quickly as it had come. Despite being older of the two, Rosamund wasn't as serious nor did she try to be- in fact, it seemed to be the opposite. It was clear that Rosamund intended to lift Cyrille's mood, and it worked.

"The issue is more complex than that, but," Rosamund leaned back into her chair, "There is no use telling it. It's been more than a decade and half since they had transpired, and I would rather not relive it, if I can help it."

There was another lull in the conversation, allowing everyone to finish up their soup. The servants took note of this, then brought out the next meal.

Pork chops with rice on the side.

Alex was taken aback a bit when she saw Rosamund eating as if she hadn't ate good food before. What did they feed them at that palace? Or were they not fed at all? They had only ate a little bit of the soup as she was taught to do many centuries ago. After all, there were still many courses to go and she wanted to save enough space for this. How was Lilia able to make conversation with just about everyone that he had met? Goodness knows that they wouldn't have been able to do this as easily. Not even with the skills that they were taught as the daughter of a Countess and a Knight. As for the pork chops, they would only take a few bites of that as well. Better to eat a little bit than to not eat at all. Her stomach wouldn’t have been able to finish all five courses. Not without having some sort of issues with it afterwards.

Malleus couldn't help but smile at the sight of one of his brides enjoying the cooking made by the servants. There was hope yet that the two of them might get used to living here for now on. But there was something that contradicted the first thought in his mind. What if Cyrille had run away from the castle? What if, what if, what if? Was that all he could think about? Why not let himself dine on the cooking done by the faithful servants?

Cyrille notably ate a small amount of food, eating slowly to enjoy the flavor much longer. Yet, again, Rosamund finished through the food quickly, as if there was a void in her stomach. It didn't help that there was no more sunlight, otherwise the need for human food wouldn't have been so great.

Again, it was Lilia who posed another question, "Princess Cyrille, do you intend to stay here?"

Cyrille only stared at Lilia for a moment, pondering what to say.

"For the meanwhile, yes. Though I do request that I can take a leave soon- or at the very least, send a letter to my guardian in Arbol. He was not made aware of the arrangements, and I would like to let him know that I'm not dead."

"I'm sure Malleus can come up with an agreement," Lilia smiled to Malleus, "What is your guardian's name?"

"Noé," Cyrille responded, "He raised me for a decade. I consider him my father, if anything. I have a brother through him- Isidore. Rosamund is rather fond of him, you see. I think she'd like to return as well."

"Interesting," Lilia replies, "Well, I do wish you luck in regards to that."

"Thank you, sir...?"

"Just call me Lilia, Princess Cyrille."

"Then you should just call me Cyrille. I'm no princess, anyways."

"Alright then, Cyrille."

The tension was still here, but notably had lessened. Perhaps things were working out...?

The tension in the room was quite palpable with Cyrille and her beloved. Again, they had noticed that the General had a tendency to prod and poke at some peoples' personal details. It would make just about anyone uncomfortable to have to witness this. In the end, Lilia was doing something while everyone else was sitting here like ducks. Sitting ducks. However Cyrille had brought up something significant having to do with her circumstances. She had a guardian named Noé and he wasn't notified at all. Good God, he must have been worried to death about her! If she were in her shoes, she would have looked for a way out as well!

Malleus nodded as Lilia had smiled at him. He was levelheaded enough as a person of his stature in order to agree to Cyrille's terms. They were fair and reasonable. Being stuck in an unfamiliar place and being trapped in an unwanted arrangement would make anyone want to escape the castle.

The more he heard the conversation and Cyrille divulge details about her situation, the more he understood. "I will allow you to write the letter to your guardian and have us send it to him. In due time, you will be here in the castle, safeguarded by the Royal Knights and the Draconia family."

So she was not a princess and the Queen had lied to him. While not the main focus of discussion, it should be addressed at some point. The penalty for lying in a state of affairs like this was lethal for anyone due to how much power and influence the Draconia family had in Twisted Wonderland.

Cyrille almost wanted to jump from her chair in glee, but kept her composure.

"Really?" She says, her mouth nearly twitching into a smile, "Then thank you, Your Majesty. You're far more accommodating than my blood kin."

Rosamund nearly wanted to laugh, but held it in. Despite her carefree nature from earlier, she kept a neutral expression- only possible from her training in the Soldati family.

A shame she couldn't be allowed to remain in the family.

The dinner went without much interruption this time- perhaps Lilia was done with his round of questions and was satisfied, but that didn't mean that Silver and Sebek, and perhaps everyone else for that matter, were satisfied.

But it was clear that Cyrille and Rosamund were done with their conversation, not wishing to expose more of themselves than need be- the rest of the dinner went with an awkward silence.

At the very least, Cyrille and Rosamund were now a tad more comfortable in this strange and unfamiliar place.

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xueyato (xue yin (oc) x ayato) | 5k words | pre-established, retrospective, no warnings

note: xue yin is not a self-insert, but an oc (and a rom f/o!). he's ayato's secretary, and an adeptus. intro post to him here!

a/n: a look into how xueyato's relationship develops, set during preparations for irodori festival. this is the first work i ever wrote for this pair, and months later i still love it. so i hope you enjoy! also there's a part 2 that i'll post eventually lol. :p

Xue Yin emerges from his quarters just as the sun peeks between the clouds, making the flowers outside the Kamisato estate glisten with morning dew. It had been raining all night, though nothing like the rolling thunder and pelter of rain he's become used to during his stay in Inazuma. Rather, it was a light shower that served as background music to help Xue Yin sleep better after his eventful and eye-opening week. He had spent the past couple of days with the traveller from beyond, urging them to accompany him during festival preparations. What started off as a friendly hangout turned into a somewhat catharsis from his long withheld yearning. His yearning to come back home, to see his sister again.

It embarrassed him to let his emotions out, to say the least. He had only intended to show the traveller the ropes of the trade, to teach them a couple of things they could take on their journey. How to negotiate, how to persuade and reel their bait in. But the traveller was so kind and earnest when they had told him what they wished for at Amakane Island that he couldn't help but open up his heart a little, letting them catch a glimpse of his longing under the everblooming cherry blossom trees.

"I'm sure she misses you too," the traveller had signed, smile sincere, "And she would want to know how you've been."

"Yeah!" Paimon agreed, giving a vigorous nod of her own. "And now that the borders are opening up, maybe you can visit again!"

Xue Yin had finally come to the conclusion back at the Yashiro estate that he might return home, once the festivities have wrapped up. That even though it scared him to face Liyue after all the changes it's gone through without him, nothing will make him happier than seeing it again.

"Will you miss Inazuma?" The traveller asked, and the question made Xue Yin go quiet, staring out into the ocean to contemplate. With all the emotions running through his head just from that simple question, his answer was obvious.

"More than anything."

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"Ah, Xue Yin."

Xue Yin smiles when he opens the doors, unsurprised to see Ayato already awake, tending to the papers at his desk. From the looks of it—the slight ruffle of his hair, the faintest of dark circles under his eyes, the way he's fiddling with his pen—he probably only slept for a couple of hours. While to any other onlooker, Ayato looks as pristine as ever, Xue Yin isn't just anyone. From the eight years he's worked with the Kamisato clan, Ayato in particular, he knows him like the back of his hand.

"Good morning, my lord." He says, bowing his head in greeting. "It'll be sunny out today, despite the rain that fell last night. You should be safe to go between meetings without an umbrella, but I advise you to take care walking around puddles. …And to take an umbrella nonetheless. Don't worry, I'll remind you in case you forget again."

Ayato laughs goodnaturedly, and anyone would think nothing of it—maybe they'd indulge in it a little, the lightness in his voice so rarely heard that only Ayaka, Thoma and Xue Yin have. But Xue Yin notices the edge in his voice, the slight shake of his hands, and frowns in worry. The festival preparations have been going smoothly, and everything seems to be falling into place. What could be bothering him?

"You seem on edge, my lord." He's not afraid to point out, walking over to sit on the other side of Ayato's table. He, again, notices Ayato pointedly looking away from him, the grip on his pen tightening as he tries to concentrate on the paper in front of him. "If there's anything that's not up to your expectations, I'll go out and have it fixed as soon as—"

"No." Ayato says abruptly, sitting up and looking startled at himself for interrupting. Through the worry, Xue Yin smiles fondly. It's always cute whenever Ayato becomes less composed than he usually is. "It's..."

But Xue Yin has a feeling he already knows what Ayato wants. "If you need, I can stay with you to work through our errands today."

Ayato looks up, embarrassment obvious in the tinge of pink on the tips of his ears, and Xue Yin has to bite back a laugh. As calculated as Ayato may be, always two steps ahead of everyone, Xue Yin is but a mere one step behind, making it much easier for him to fall into the same stride as him. All he needs to do is to step forward first.

"...Yes." Ayato chuckles. Xue Yin notices his hands have stopped shaking. "That's what I had planned for you."

"Then how could I say no, my lord?" Xue Yin laughs. "You need only ask if you want me to stay."

He stands up to fetch his own pen case from his room, and once far enough, doesn't notice Ayato's expression dimming, looking back down at his paper with a mumble.

"…I see…"

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Paimon had asked Xue Yin during their time together why he was working for Ayato despite being an adeptus, and his answer was simple. Xue Yin has always been the type to repay people with his trust whenever they save him in times of need. His sister used to tease him for it, claiming he was always so quick to fall. Xue Yin would always say he just had the intuition, the ability to see people's intentions, and that there are more good people in the world than everyone seems to think. Ayato, of course, was no exception.

Xue Yin usually had no trouble traversing through the lands of Inazuma. He'd been to the nation close to a hundred times, having seen its changes (or lately, lack thereof) during the millennia he's travelled around Teyvat. But this particular visit was problematic—nothing seemed to go his way, not with all the thunderstorms and trouble stirring not only outside of Narukami Island. It seemed that treasure hoarders, Nobushi and the like had set camp between the city and towns as well. Usually, Xue Yin would wipe them out with a flick of his wrist, but his fatigue was proving to take a toll on him, and on this particular rainy night nine years ago, he had no choice but to skid left and sprint into Chinju Forest to rid the treasure hoarders at his trail.

He had lost them by the time he made it out, probably due to the pranks the bake-danuki decided to pull on them. He'd been in this forest enough times to not be fooled by those pesky creatures anymore. But no thanks to this detour, Xue Yin found himself on his last legs. He had planned to go to his accommodation in the city, but it was already dark, and his feet could no longer take him further than a mile. So Xue Yin hobbled over to the nearest shelter, his vision growing blurry as exhaustion surrounded him like a weighted blanket.

He had then woken up under one, the sun already high enough to blind his eyes as he sat up, trying to recognise his surroundings. Who saved him?

A man with blond hair slid the door open then and almost startled to see Xue Yin awake, careful to not jostle the tray in his hands. "Oh! You're awake." He had smiled, quickly regaining composure as he set the tray down next to him. "My lord found you just outside the estate last night, and you looked worse for wear, so he had you taken in. Luckily, you seem to be fine. I'm Thoma. You're currently in the Kamisato estate."

"So, that's it?" Paimon asked when he retold the story, a bewildered look on her face. "You became his secretary because he saved you once?"

"It wasn't just that, of course." Xue Yin had laughed, a particular softness in his expression that Paimon and the traveller side eyed each other for. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. "I heard whispers after I left the estate. It was almost the previous clan head's death anniversary then. All of these mumbles between the townspeople about how sorry they felt for Ayato, and how he had the whole clan's future resting on his shoulders. And yet he saved me and took me in."

Xue Yin sighed, looking out on the cliffside of Amakane Island to Inazuma city. "Thoma told me I could leave after breakfast, so I did. But I bumped into Ayato on my way out. Of course, I had to say my gratitude. He seemed tired, but so… earnest. Genuine and headstrong. I could feel the determination within him even in those brief seconds and upon hearing what had happened to him, I knew."

"Knew what?" The traveller asked, and Xue Yin laughed behind his hand.

"I'm sure you already know, dear." He winked, but nevertheless looked back out to the city lights, the yearning in his eyes hard to ignore. "I knew he was going to make it work, and I wanted to stand beside him to see him prosper."

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"You tell me to stay beside you for work today, but I was hoping you would let me join your meeting with Lady Guuji, my lord." Xue Yin teases with ease as Ayato steps out of Uyuu Restaurant. Miko laughs behind her hand, mirth in her eyes, no doubt at hearing the Kamisato clan head being lightly jabbed. "I assume the meeting was more amicable than usual?"

"Your lord was slightly more agreeable today." Miko plays along, even though Xue Yin is sure they both sense the slight exasperation in Ayato's polite smile. "Have you finally managed to tame him?"

"I believe I wouldn't know how, even if I wanted to." Xue Yin chuckles, resisting the urge to beam when he feels Ayato squinting at him. "But it's alright, I think he's best this way."

"Ever the faithful secretary, hm." Miko sighs dramatically. "Shame, I can't help but feel jealous that your loyalty isn't directed towards me. You would fit right in with the Yae Publishing House."

"Well, I suppose that's just too bad, isn't it?" Ayato interjects, a little more bristled than usual as he slides an arm around Xue Yin's waist, making the other freeze for a second too long. Xue Yin carefully regains his composure. What's with him all of a sudden? "I know Xue Yin's one of a kind, but you'll just have to accept that I've taken him."

"How overprotective." Miko muses, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She says nothing more about her job proposal, though—and as friendly as they are with each other, Xue Yin wouldn't take her up on the offer no matter how hard she tried. He's sure all three of them know this. "Don't worry, I know full well where his loyalty lies. Sometimes it's nauseating to hear about."

"L-Lady Guuji!" Xue Yin stammers, composure breaking upon the sudden impact of Miko's teasing.

But Miko only laughs, of course, bidding the two goodbye and walking off before Xue Yin can even recover from the blow.

Ayato's silent, but his hand on Xue Yin's waist speaks thousands that Xue Yin feels he shouldn't process just yet. So instead, he reaches into his sleeve to bring out a small plastic bag. Two milk tea drinks sit in it, and he takes one out to hand to Ayato. "I stopped by Kiminami while waiting for you, and figured you needed one. You haven't had lunch yet, after all. Tomoki's currently situated at Ritou, so unfortunately I couldn't go to his store instead."

He would never say it out loud from how embarrassing it is, but Xue Yin has long since admitted to himself that one of the greatest joys in his long life so far is seeing Ayato's expression turn from calm and composed to pleasant surprise. The thought of surprising the cunning Yashiro Commissioner himself makes Xue Yin prouder than he can admit, and he can't even complain to himself at the sudden lack of warmth around his waist as Ayato takes the drink. He can never complain, not when he can see Ayato quirking up a youthful smile before taking a sip. "How attentive of you, Xue Yin."

Xue Yin finally lets himself beam then, all bright and unabashed. The brief tension in Ayato's shoulders goes unnoticed as they make their walk back to the estate.

Tens of proposals signed and a few meetings set at the estate later, and Xue Yin finds himself a rare break in the late afternoon. He reserves his breaks for walks around Narukami Island or for tending to his flowers, but his recent workload means the garden hasn't been tended to for a while, which is a shame. Ayato has some more work to do, but surely he wouldn't be opposed to Xue Yin taking a rest from duties, right?

"Wait—" Ayato stands, almost knocking over his papers in the process. He's been on edge for the entire day, Xue Yin notes in mild worry. From staying by his side, they've gone through their work quicker than usual, so he thought the company and decreased workload would help ease Ayato's sudden nerves. He's worried now, seeing that it hasn't.

"Yes, my lord?" But nevertheless, Xue Yin stays composed, because he knows pushing wouldn't provide anything helpful.

"...Would you mind," Ayato breathes out, as if choosing his next words carefully. Which he usually does, of course, but not as obvious as he is right now, "If I joined you?"

"...In tending the garden?" Xue Yin blinks, unable to hide the bewilderment in his voice. It's known throughout the estate that Ayato barely has any free time, and he would prefer if he didn't. If there was something he could do that mattered more and better impacted the clan and Commission as a whole, he would spend all of his time doing it if he could, because it was his duty, and it was what he loved doing most. Ayato proposing to join Xue Yin when he still has papers left to tend to is… unheard of, to say the least. "My lord, you still have papers to sign…"

"What good will signing those papers do if I'm far too tired to read through them properly?" Ayato points out as he walks up to Xue Yin, obvious to the other's eyes that he's trying to keep calm, from the way he wrings his fingers. "Besides, sometimes I see you tending to the flowers from my office, and I can't help but watch whenever I do. I hope you don't mind teaching me how to do it?"

'He… watches me?' Xue Yin blinks, red rising to his cheeks before he could will it down. It's more embarrassing because he talks to the flowers. They have words to say, much like any living being would, but he knows any mere mortal would find it strange. But maybe Ayato isn't just anyone either.

"...Of course." Xue Yin says after a few moments, finding that this will be good for him. As much as Xue Yin admires how hard Ayato works, he would never oppose to him getting more rest from his duties. Of course Xue Yin worries sometimes, just like anyone would for someone they cared about this much.

And of course, anyone would have the same fluttery feeling in their chest upon seeing that person's shoulders relax, right? Butterflies in their stomach when they see them smile with so much comfort and ease. Is it not normal for Xue Yin's heart to skip a beat when Ayato takes his hand and holds it tight, even if only to lead him out of the office?

Of course, Xue Yin's no fool to not recognise what these complicated feelings mean. But maybe there's no harm in pretending for a while longer, only because he hasn't calculated how to take that step forward yet.

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As it turns out, teaching a Commissioner new tricks proves to be a more amusing task than Xue Yin had expected.

"Here?" Ayato asks, garden shears too close to the leaves for comfort. "This part's sticking out a bit…"

"There are too many flowers close to it, my lord." Xue Yin laughs softly, moving to take Ayato's hands and lead him to a leafless branch sticking out so he can snip that instead. If he feels the warmth radiating from Ayato's cheeks from here, he doesn't say anything. He's sure they've both noticed already, anyway. "I mostly trim the garden to make sure it's safe to walk through. Little imperfections such as these make it more… charming, don’t you think?"

Ayato steps back to admire his work—he had trimmed this flower bush all on his own after ten minutes of Xue Yin teaching him. Kind of. He's usually a fast learner, so Xue Yin can't help but be amused at how many times he'd asked for help. He wonders if Ayato even needs help, or if he simply wishes for Xue Yin to stay by his side. He doesn't allow himself to indulge in that thought for long, though.

"I have to agree with you. It's rather cute." Ayato hums, a proud little smile on his lips that Xue Yin inwardly coos at. Even Kamisato Ayato has his boyish charms.

But if not for Xue Yin having to walk past him to get the rake, he wouldn't have heard what Ayato says next, voice so soft it almost gets lost in the wind.

"I wonder how the garden will fare when you're gone…"

Time seemingly slows down then, the setting sun only further revealing the sombre glow in Ayato's eyes. It's nothing Xue Yin hasn't seen before—he has in rare nights, in the cold of winter when Ayato allows himself a moment of vulnerability to think about the ones dear to him he has lost.

Or the ones dear to him he might one day lose.

"...So that's what you've been worried about." Xue Yin smiles, nothing short of fond as he walks back up to Ayato. Ayato looks at him and surprise flashes across his face for a brief moment, before making way for sheepish guilt and such inexplicable longing that Xue Yin has to take a breath upon seeing it.

"My apologies for not telling you." Ayato chuckles, hands behind his back as he looks out towards the sea. "I couldn't help but eavesdrop on your conversation with the traveller and their companion last night."

Xue Yin smiles, the twinge of guilt strong in his own chest. Who knows how Ayato could've felt upon hearing that his secretary was thinking about leaving, to go back home? When he's been so loyal all this time?

"I respect your decision, though." Ayato speaks up, and although he doesn't doubt his words ring true, Xue Yin notices the slight hesitation in his voice. "We both know how important family is, and it would hurt me as well if I kept you from coming home any longer.

But perhaps I allowed myself to be a bit selfish today." He chuckles sheepishly, the sunset concealing his flushed cheeks just barely as he looks back down to the flower bush. "I had barely given myself time to process what I heard, and the thought of parting with you… I had to drown myself in work to stop thinking about it. So I couldn't help but ask for your company today."

Normally, flatteries such as these would make Xue Yin's heart skip a beat. He knows he's doing good work for the Commission to make not only his lord's, but his other coworkers' workload easier. He's good at what he does, and he doesn't need to be reassured such. But that doesn't mean it doesn't feel nice whenever Ayato reminds him of how indispensable he is to the clan. That sense of belonging comes back stronger every time he does.

So that's when Xue Yin laughs—softly, behind his hand. Not in ridicule, but Ayato gives him a confused look anyways, boyish pout only making him look even cuter in Xue Yin's eyes.

Xue Yin stops quickly though, aware the lack of context could make Ayato more upset, and takes his hand to hold tight, revelling in the way Ayato flusters just a tad. "Come. We still have the camellia trees to tend to, my lord."

The camellia trees lined up at the back of the estate stand tall but hidden, a perfect spot of seclusion from any visitors. It's where Xue Yin finds himself gravitating towards to relax, the sweet whispers of the camellias never failing to lull him to a peaceful nap.

Xue Yin wordlessly hands Ayato the garden shears, and Ayato hesitates for a moment—understandably, after being left hanging from his vulnerable confession—but the look in Xue Yin's eyes leads him to take them, unable to resist the sweet openness within them. Ayato may be the one who leads Xue Yin due to his higher rank, but he always finds himself surprised at how in tune Xue Yin is with him. At times, even more than he is with himself. And what is even more surprising is that he can't find it in him at all to mind being wrapped around Xue Yin's finger from time to time.

So he lets Xue Yin be one step ahead of him this once, and they work in silence for a few minutes, the only sound to accompany them the satisfying snip of shear to branch.

"...In Fontaine," Xue Yin finally speaks up, resisting the urge to giggle when he notices Ayato tense with bated breath, "Camellias send a message different from what we might be used to here."

Breaking his own rules, he decides to snip a couple of fully bloomed flowers—one red, one pink. "Red camellias signify nobility here. A warrior's strength, of bravery no matter the odds. They symbolise the honour of those we have lost protecting us. I've always admired how meaningful they are."

He smells the flowers, as if to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, and walks up to Ayato. The both of them put down their shears, and Xue Yin smiles at how in tune Ayato is with him. He puts the flowers into his hands and holds them. When he looks up, he lets himself be a little selfish and bask in the way Ayato seems to glow, with the sun disappearing into the ocean behind him, purple and blue making him look even more handsome than he already is, despite the adorable slight fluster on his face.

"In Fontaine, pink camellias are given when you miss someone." Xue Yin says, unable to hide the slight waver in his voice—not that he wants to, anyway. He's not the type to show vulnerability to anyone, but Ayato isn't just anyone. "When you long to see someone, and you long to be with them, you send these to express such yearning."

Ayato is silent for a moment, looking down at the flowers and at their hands, and the newfound soft firmness in his eyes when he looks back at Xue Yin's is enough to set off those butterflies back in his stomach. "And red camellias?"

Xue Yin smiles, knowing. He knows Ayato doesn't even need to ask. "I'm sure you can guess, my lord."

He takes a deep, shaky breath then and looks down, his grip on Ayato's hands tightening as he thinks about what to say. Not because it'll be hard for Ayato to take in, but because he still hasn't quite come to terms with it himself.

"...Ayato, I have no place left in Liyue." He says after a long moment of silence, feeling Ayato startle a bit at being called by name. "It's changed drastically. I've told you, haven’t I? Rex Lapis came to me in a dream and told me what had happened. That my contract… was over.

It was all too hard to process. Too hard to face the truth that in my last moments as Liyue's protector, I did no such protecting. I couldn't. I felt helpless, like I had nowhere else to go. My contract was to wander, to travel wherever I pleased but to always come home whenever home needed me. And in the final time that it did, I couldn't be there. I longed to see my sister again, but after that… I wasn't even sure if I could."

It's still a more sensitive topic than he had expected it to be, and he doesn't even register his shoulders shaking until he's pulled into an embrace—one he's grown familiar with behind closed doors, as Ayato had been there to comfort him throughout his grief.

But Xue Yin steels himself and gulps audibly, not wanting Ayato to say anything until he's done. "But you remember what you said to me that night, don't you? When I told you everything. I could never bring myself to forget it."

Ayato speaks up after a beat, and the tenderness in his voice doesn't go unnoticed. "That you belonged here."

Xue Yin chuckles, the small lump in his throat forcing a few tears out. Ayato pulls back a little as if he sensed it, wiping at Xue Yin's cheek before he could do it himself.

"And that I do." Xue Yin reassures both Ayato and himself, arms sliding around him and gently squeezing. "I had almost forgotten in my grief, and I felt it with the others too. It was hard for all of us adepti to find new purpose in our life, but some of us had almost forgotten that we already found it."

Xue Yin smiles again, this time brighter than he has since the passing, as bright as he had when the Yashiro Commission hosted its first festival after being on the brink of collapse. It's a smile of pride—pride that he was part of something so great—and a deep, inexplicable adoration for the man he worked alongside to make it work. For the man he believed in and swore his loyalty to, all those years ago.

"And mine is with you, Ayato."

Even in this tender moment, Xue Yin can't help but giggle at the hundreds of flashes of emotion that cross Ayato's face in a split second, but nothing could prepare him for the gentle press of his lips against his forehead, leaving Xue Yin to go through a myriad of emotions on his own. Always one step ahead of each other.

"So…" Ayato starts, still a nervous edge to his laugh when Xue Yin's too slow to regain composure. As always, when it comes to him. "You're not going back to Liyue?"

"Not forever." Xue Yin reassures, shaking his head. "I was only planning to ask you if I could take a week's leave after the festival."

"...Gosh, how silly of me." Ayato laughs, this time unrestrained like all the weight's been lifted off his shoulders. It's so light, so beautiful that Xue Yin feels all his worries disappear as well, his own genuine laughs carried into the wind. "And here I was, acting like a spoiled child being left alone for the first time."

"I'm not surprised." Xue Yin teases as easily as he breathes, always easy whenever he's around Ayato. "Sometimes I wonder what you would do without me."

"You know perfectly well I would do just fine." He tsks back, the smile on his lips Xue Yin is sure no one else but him has seen before. "In terms of work, at least. But I have to admit, you help me feel at ease. The fact that I want you around is the reason why I need you."

"You flatter me." Xue Yin hums, reluctantly pulling away from the hug. He won't admit it, not yet, but the longer he spends in Ayato's arms, the more willing his knees are to give in. "But I know the truth, my lord. Two pairs of hands are better than one."

"Perhaps." Ayato chuckles. "So it wouldn't be selfish of me to ask you to stay?"

…Xue Yin grins, moving forward himself to press a kiss on Ayato's cheek and relishing in the way he jumps, just a little. How cute. "I told you, all you need to do is ask."

Ayato shakes his head a little to compose himself after a few moments of shock, laughing in mild disbelief. "I wonder how long we're going to keep trying to outsmart each other here."

"Do you not think it's fun?" Xue Yin pouts, taking the garden shears and looking over the camellia trees one more time to make sure they're well trimmed. "I think it is. After all, I'm the only one who can truly challenge you in a game of shogi, my lord."

Ayato shakes his head again, expression fond as he follows Xue Yin to the corner. But before they can round it to be visible to any public eye, he takes his wrist and tugs him back, one final question burning on his lips.

"Xue Yin." He starts, Xue Yin turning around with a confused, but amused expression. They both know Ayato's only asking now so he gets the last laugh, but Xue Yin's right. Their little intellectual games are some of Ayato's favourite pastimes.

"This red camellia…" He looks at the flowers in his hand, and back up to Xue Yin, revelling in the soft colour of his cheeks. "What does it mean for us?"

Xue Yin takes a breath to answer, head tilting as he hums in thought. Then suddenly, the smile on his face tells Ayato that he may not get the last laugh after all.

"I'll tell you when I return. We have more papers to sign, don't we?"

Ayato watches in stunned silence as Xue Yin steps back, wrist free from the slack in his grip. He only comes to when he hears Xue Yin laugh loud and bright as he rounds the corner, and Ayato splutters despite himself, almost tripping on his feet to try and catch up. He does nothing to hold back the sparkling laugh bubbling from his chest, the ripples of heart beating wildly even in still waters. "Hey—!"

When Xue Yin notices the vase of red and pink camellia by Ayato's table when he comes into the office the next day, he says nothing of it. Because they both already know.

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