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Fights and Frights| Shay x Reader

The sun beamed on the awakening city of New York. Birds chirped and murmurs rang in the shopping district below; New York's harbor bustled with life as men-o'-War arrive and depart full of cargo. Ship bells rang and clattered with the sounds of sails and royals drawing in and out. The smell of salt mixed with pine, smoke, and gunpowder in the humid warm air. Gulls cackled in a desperate search for their next meal blocked from the influx of ships entering the port for trade. "Stop! Get back here! Stop those brats!" A bellowing voice erupted from below, causing confusion and panic to arise from shoppers and shopkeepers as three children sprinted from the fuming bookkeeper. "Shay! Why did you think taking all these books was a good idea?!" A h/c girl shouted — panting as she struggled to remain at the fast pace the brunette set. "Well, you wanted the books, right? So I got you 'em!" The bold brunette grinned and he huffed with the number of books in his hands. "Not like this you idiot!" "Y/N, Shay, now is not the time to argue when we are going to be screwed if we get caught!" "That's the spirit, Liam!" "Stop them! Stop those three!" The bookkeeper sprinted, now just paces away from the three children. Shay grabbed his older and younger friends to the corner of the alleyway. Shoving Liam up the ladder, Shay panted in desperation and exhaustion to escape from the blistering man. "Shay, just return the damn books! It's okay if I never see them, so long as we are all safe!" Y/n pleaded with Shay to ditch the numerous stolen books Shay had in his arms. Shay spun around and made a face of disgust. "Why would you say that, y/n? These are for you and I'm not giving them up!" Shay's eyes softened and hugged y/n. "Shay, I got the rope, hurry up!" Liam yelled, clearly distraught. Shay wrapped his now free arm from books around Y/N's waist and rugged on the rope. "Liam, cut it now!" Shay yelled, catching sight of the bookkeeper. Liam groans as he chucked his blade to the rope contraption. The contraption squealed and squeaked in protest under the combined weight of the two children. "Run, Y/N!" Shay yelled, looking back for barely a second to see the blistering fat man red hot with anger. Behind the bulk of a man was men wearing red, boots pounding the stone streets with their long muskets taking aim for Shay himself.

"Shite, Liam. The Regulars are approaching!" Shay cursed as he sprinted across the rooftops to find where Liam and Y/N are located. "Shay, in here!" A voice whispered before an arm pulled Shay into a haystack. Shay opened his eyes to see the concerned faces of Y/N and Liam scan his body for any sign of injury. "I'm alright, guys. We need to stay here for a while, though. Regulars are everywhere," Shay grumbled as he peaked out the haystack. "We are never doing this again, Shay," Y/N sighed — exhausted from Shay's shenanigans. "I agree with Y/N, Shay. You should be more careful or else one of these days you'll end up falling off a cliff or somethin'" Liam chuckled — patting Shay on the back.

Time skip — 7 years — Y/N's POV

Although the numerous adventures Liam, Shay, and I had gone on together, it was obvious it wasn't meant to be when Liam left 3 years ago after he killed a man out of self-defense. Sadly, it didn't end there. Liam's father took the blame and was executed for it. I've tried to look after Shay as much as I could, but he is, after all, Shay Cormac. "Y/N!" A cheerful shout traveled throughout the market. Hearing heavy paces run towards me, I knew it had to be the one and only Shay. I spun around and plastered a grin on my face. "Hey, Shay. You okay?" I asked, seeing Shay red in the face after running for what looks like a long time. "Y/N, you should come to see the ring tonight! I finally got in!" Shay grinned, messing up his hair even more than it was already. I dropped my basket full of my groceries and squealed. Excitement burst throughout my entire body as I jumped and hugged Shay. "Congratulations, Shay! You finally get to fight in an actual ring instead of fighting in the slums!" Shay wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around — chuckling as he saw that I could hardly contain my excitement. "Easy, Lass. We don't want all thirteen colonies hearing ya," Shay teased as he set me down on the ground once again. "Eat it, Leprechaun. At least I'm excited for you. You can actually make money from this legally! I know if Liam could see you now he'd be just as excited as I am," I smiled — reminiscing on the childhood memories of the two reckless boys butting head to head on who could save me the fastest. Shay looked down to the ground and sighed, almost flinching when he heard Liam's name. "Aye, but the past is the past, and this is now. What do you say, Lass? Would ya be willing to cheer me on tonight?" I scoffed, giving Shay a look of 'are you seriously asking me this?'. Sheepishly, Shay shrugged. "It's always good to ask instead of assuming, Y/N,"

Why did I agree to come here again?

The stench of sweat, blood, and rum mixed with yells and cheers for the winning fighters was in the creation of one of the worst headaches I've ever had. As much as I adore Shay, this is definitely something that I will regret tomorrow. I scanned the damp underground fighting hall to attempt to find any sign of Shay. "I'll kill you for that, Cormac!"

Well, there's my sign. I sprinted off to the location of the yell to find Shay — shirtless, sweaty, and lightly bleeding— going up against one heck of a brute. Anxiety blossomed in the back of my throat to create a lump that was practically suffocating me. Hit after hit, Shay was out for the count. Barely breathing, and an eye swelled shut, Shay could hardly stand, let alone fight.

"Any fighter willing to sub for this lad? If not, he will be sold to be one of our future cabin boys!"

WHAT?

Shay never mentioned the fact that if he lost he'd be sold into being a slave!

Before I even had time to think, words came tumbling out. "I'll fight,"

"Ya sure, Lass?"

"You sure you'll still have a fucking dick after this?"

I crouched down to where Shay lay and stripped of my winter coat, placing it gently over Shay's body. "It'll all be done soon, Love. Hang on, please," "Y/N, don't-" a shiver ran through my body as I knew that they wouldn't let me fight. "Leave the boy alone. He is merely my apprentice and still has quite a long way before being worthy enough to fight warriors such as you," I remark, knowing that these few moments might be the last of my freedom. "Y/N, don't do it, please!" Shay wheezes out, trying to stand on his own two feet to fight. "Don't leave me, Y/N!"

My face remained cold and stone-like, but on the inside, I was sobbing in fear of what might happen to Shay without me being there. "You... trained this boy?" The muscled man asked, pondering on my offer. "Aye, and I regret not beating enough sense into him. Should've made him train for 16 hours instead of 12," I scoffed, acting like I was ashamed of Shay when in all reality, I was more than proud of what he has become. "Take me as a slave, only if you allow my apprentice to leave unscathed and to not be harassed with ill intent,"

I demand, knowing that if I play my cards right, Shay will never have to worry about being attacked randomly because of this. "Very well. Tie the whore up," the man commanded, smirking at hearing the screams of the desperate Shay behind me. I turn around and cup Shay's tear-stained cheek, rubbing circles in with my right thumb. "It's okay, Shay. This isn't the first time I've covered for you after a good brawl," I smile, looking down at my black bear claw necklace. Swiftly, I take it off of me and tie it to Shay's neck. "There. Now you can remember me by that," "Y/N, why?" "Because I love you," men shoved me to the ground with breathtaking force, causing me to wince as the wind was knocked out of me. Tears pricked the sides of my eyes from the pain of leaving Shay and being pinned. As soon as they tied my restraints to dig into my wrists as hard as it could, they dragged me up and over to the boss man himself. "You'll make a grand pet for our Grandmaster, girl,"

"Y/N!"

Training overtime ever since Liam left has always kept me calm, but leaving Shay is making me more on edge than anything. Worry fills every nook and cranny possible in my bones and flesh for Shay— wondering if he is safe and managed to make it out. "Bring the girl here," I hear from the floorboards upstairs. Shite. The upper door squeaked in exhaustion from what I assume is overuse. 'great. I'm in here against my will, even though I volunteered to go in the place of my best friend, and the door squeaks from overuse! Which means I'm not their first victim! Just great!' A hand yanks my head to the ground, pulling my hair out with a solid 'rip' I wince but refuse to whine for fear of worse punishment. "Hurry up, girl. Grandmaster Birch isn't waiting for nothin'," the drunken man growled, obviously not from the colonies. Thoughts flood through my brain on what might happen. Stumbling up the moldy stairs, freaks and groans were heard after each rising step I took, and along with that, my sanity depleted as well. The drunken scruffy looking man kicked the door open with a 'wham!' And yanked my hair harder to drag me to my doom. "Eyes down, Brat," I looked down, noticing every detail of my now interesting sodden trousers covered in blood and dirt. I knew I looked truly awful, with my messy h/t hair frizzy and out of its high ponytail, my once white and pristine undershirt now torn and a brownish red, my tan trousers sodden with blood and dirt, and my now bare feet bleeding and covered in disgusting dirt.

I huffed, Shay definitely owed me a drink after this shite. "Is this her?" A deep and elegant voice asked, as far as I could tell by just looking at his shoes, this man was definitely the boss around here. Must've come from England because no one in the thirteen colonies acts this proper. "Aye, Master Birch, it's her," the man I know call scruffy grunted before he shoved me to the hard wooden floor below.

"That's enough, Braddock. You may leave now," Birch commanded, annoyance in his tone like it was his best friend. "I take it you don't know why you're here?" Birch asked, taking hold of my chin. "I am Reginald Birch — Templar Grandmaster of Britain," I look up to see a balding man with pale grey eyes. I looked to the left of me to see a young man in his late teens early twenties next to Birch. He had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded me of the Caribbean Sea. "You will join the Templar cause and work for me as a spy, or else you will be killed immediately," Birch spat, grabbing harder on my chin. "On what condition would I need to hear to ask to stay in The Colonies?" I ask, thinking of finding Shay to make sure he isn't alone in the streets. "You must write either me or Haytham once a month," once a fucking month? It takes at least two to reach Britain! "Sir, that is impossible," the man I assume to be Haytham spoke up as if he read my thoughts exactly. "Nay, Haytham. We have the fastest couriers around. Do you not remember, Boy?" Haytham nodded in understanding and continued to watch my every move like he had the intent to kill. "I accept, Master Birch," I spoke up, knowing it's either spying or dying. "Excellent choice, Devil,"

After years of having to spy, fight, and kill, I have finally moved up in ranks to be third in command in The Colonial Rite. Braddock was murdered by Haytham, who is now the grandmaster of The Colonies. It's been four years since I last saw Shay and 8 years since I saw Liam. I wish I could track down those two, but alas, I heard Liam joined The Assassins. I only hope that I won't run into Liam during a mission, or else it will turn deadly. Running across the roofs of many houses I bolt to a haystack to find my target. Her name is supposedly Hope Jenson —leader of the uprising Assassin gangs. "Hope, what'd I miss?" "Only the important meeting you were supposed to observe, Shay," Shay? No, it can't be. "Sorry, but Liam told me to stand guard. He thinks there might be an attack today," it really is him and Liam. They're both Assassins. TEARS pricked my eyes as I saw how much Shay had grown. I missed being there for him for four goddamn years; I caught sight of my bear claw necklace at the base of Shay's neck. He actually wears it? My hearted ached and tears begin to spill. I sprint out of the haystack to find a corner alley to hide in. "Hey! Wait!" Shay called out. Shite. He can't see me like this. A hand grabbed my wrist and my heart lurched in guilt and in sadness. "Let go, Shay," Shay breathed in as time stopped. "Y/n?" "I'm sorry," I threw a smoke bomb to leave Shay without harming him. He really is an Assassin — he finally found purpose.

And his purpose is without me.

4 years later

"Y/n." Haytham greeted. "Haytham." "We have an ex-Assassin as an ally now. I need you to console Colonel Monro For hIS reports about this ally," An ex-assassin? I heard Templar's are taking over Lisbon after that huge earthquake just like what happened in Haiti. Maybe this new ally is from Lisbon? No, we would join the French Templars or the Spaniards. "Y/N." Oh shite. "Sorry, Kenway. Was just wondering if the newbie is attractive or not," "Y/N!" Laughing, I walked out away to find a scowling Charles Lee. "Hello, Boy Toy, how is Haytham's cock today?" "Fuck off, Devil," Bloody shite, I have to go to Albany to find Monro. "Oi, Lee. Where is Master Johnson?" "At the docks. He is leaving at sunrise for Albany," "Perfect," I burst the door open and spirt my heart's content to the docks, just in time to see William's schooner. "William!" I shout. "Y/N! Master Kenway told me you were going to join me for Albany," "Aye. Got to get Monro's reports about the newbie," "Ah. About Master Cormac?" Cormac? Oh god. "Is this Master Cormac's name Shay?" "Why yes! Know him?" "Childhood friend," "I see." Shay betrayed Liam? What happened to Shay? Christ. The River Valley winds kiss my face as the schooner sails towards Albany — the place where I might find Shay.

"Y/N! Hurry!" I sprint to the brawl Shay started beside Liam. Wounded and battered, Shay lies almost unconscious while other boys kick and spit on Shay. Anger surges through my veins, and soon enough fists fly. I tackle the nearest boy to me and twist his neck — killing him instantly. I walk up behind the rest of the laughing boys and impale my double blades into the back of two boys' necks. The blades' ends meet the air once again through the mouths of the gurgling bodies before the collapse to the ground below. "Leave him alone, or else you will end up like the rest of them," I snarl, mentally laughing at the terrified faces the surviving boys made. "She's a monster!" "Run before The Devil kills us all!"

Tch. Pussies.

I drop my blades and run to Shay, fearing for his life. "Shay! Christ, you need to fucking be careful!" I pant while I lift him up with the assistance of Liam who was also checking Shay everywhere he could. "Shay, you went too far this time. Stop, please," Liam warned, shaken from the bodies littering around the stone alley.

"Y/N,"

"Y/n,"

"For shite's sake, Y/N! We're here!" I snapped my head towards William and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, William. Just old memories," I sighed as I saw the town of Albany come to life in front of me. I stepped off the schooner and right towards the left of the long dock. There I saw a fight going on between Assassin gang members and... Monro.

Oh for Christ's sake.

I unsheathed my katanas and sprinted towards the gang members, knowing damn well that if I miss my mark Monro might have to suffer being cut to bits. Running up two crates, I jumped off of them to successfully air assassinate two gang members at one time. "Christ, Monro. Learn how to blend in more, will ya?" I groan, turning around.

Oh.

Standing right beside Monro is none other than Shay Patrick Cormac.

Shite.

I grinned, knowing by his reaction that he missed me too.

"I missed you, ya goon,"

Fin

Smh hi people I finally wrote stuff skskksks

This is UNEDITED so if you find any mistakes, you know why

I mean, come on. Do you really think I'd edit 3,060 words? Lol no thank you I'm too lazy.

Anyway, I will be updating regularly now since I've now transferred from my old school and I can write in class uwu

Sorry it ain’t that fluffy but smh I cant write fluff for the love of fUCK

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cherryblossomcheesecake · 3 years

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God & His Priests & His Kings V2: Chapter 2 - A FFXV OC Fanfic

I’m rewriting this fic almost 3 years after I finished it since new ideas and plot bunnies have hit so here’s hoping I can stick with the series and see it through this time around. Sequel to How Rare & Beautiful.

Master list Word Count: 2,865 Upload: 05/23/21

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Gesture of Resistance - Scarlet Heart Ryeo

I was among the beautiful trees in Tenebrae once again, the dreamscape mimicking my memories from seven years ago. I hummed quietly as I wove my way between the massive trees, letting the dreamscape lead me to where I was needed. Standing between two trees was the one who called me, a familiar woman dressed in white as the moonlight made her blonde hair appear almost silver.

I approached her with a warm smile, accepting her hand when I came to stand at her side.

"Luna, it has been so long since we last spoke." I said joyfully, squeezing her hand gently as I greeted her.

"And the fault for that is mine, dear one. The empire's grip on Tenebrae is suffocating and these days, it is a trial to simply perform my duties as Oracle. Can you forgive me for my silence?" the woman pleaded, her pale blue eyes searching for forgiveness.

"There is nothing to forgive as the fault doesn't lie with you. You needed rest more than you needed to speak with me, Luna." I assured the former princess, guiding her towards a bench that appeared at the edge of the forest.

"Of course, Soo. Thank you." the blonde woman shifted, making herself comfortable on the bench, "I take it that Goryeo has treated you well, as you are appearing as a growing woman rather than the appearance of your soul."

I looked down at myself, completely unaware that I had taken on the appearance of my living body, draped in silks and the light linens of my people rather than the bloodied school uniform I had died in.

"I guess I'm more comfortable in my skin now than before. You look like your mother just….sadder." I observed, noticing faint frown lines on her face despite her young age of nineteen.

"My wellbeing is nothing for you to worry yourself over. Nifelheim cannot hurt me for fear of angering the people. I am the Oracle, and without an heir to pass my duties onto, I am as safe from the empire as I can be." the former princess assured me gently before turning her gaze to me, "You however may not be. Ravus has entered Nifelheim's military and returns to the manor run ragged, meaning that the empire is planning an assault."

"There are few targets that remain free from the empire's grasp—Accordo is no longer a target as they publicly declared their neutrality; the empire has been at a standstill against Lucis for some years now, few territories outside Insomnia remain in freedom." I observed, thinking carefully about the whispers that had come into port with the travelling merchants.

"All that remains unconquered outside of Lucis is Galahd, and Goryeo. Despite your kingdom's unspoken neutrality, your council of princesses remain a threat to the empire due to the kingdom's history of peace and allegiance with the past kings of Lucis. If called upon, your people would most likely side with King Regis out of duty, if not out of honour." Luna continued, her fingers fretting at the hem of her dress.

"Where do you think the empire will strike first?" I questioned, looking up at the starlit sky through the trees as if searching them for answers.

"Galahd, I believe. Unlike Goryeo, they have no army lying in wait for a call to arms. It would be considered an easy victory before moving onto Goryeo." I felt guilty about the relief that washed over me at hearing that Galahd was the first target, but it gave me that much more time to convince the council to begin preparing the soldiers and people.

"Thank you for telling me this, Luna. I know you're busy enough with your duties as Oracle." I said quietly, looking to the blonde woman beside me.

"There is no need to thank me, we are both agents of the Astrals, meant to guide the Chosen King. You can't guide him if you fall to the empire." Luna assured me, her hand resting on my shoulder and squeezing it gently. I smiled in response before looking up at the sky as dawn slowly began to colour the sky.

"You should probably get some actual rest, Luna. I know coming to the dreamscape leaves you drained." I told the blonde, looking back to meet her blue gaze.

"Of course. It was good speaking with you again, Soo-Min." she said in farewell, a sad smile resting on her face.

"Go get some rest, princess. You need your beauty sleep." I replied, making a shooing motion with my hands. Luna laughed quietly before fading out of the dreamscape, leaving me to wander until I awoke.

*BREAK*

Fingers slowly traced their way up the curve of my body as the dawn's light woke me from my slumber. I hummed quietly, offering a sleepy good morning to Orion as his lips gently brushed my cheek before he slipped out from under the blankets.

I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position, holding the blanket to my chest while I watched Orion dress in the morning light. I propped my head up on my knees, smiling lightly as I admired his figure, my gaze filled with fondness as he grinned cockily upon noticing my eyes focusing on him.

"I'll see you in a few days, jagiya. The boss is wanting to bring in a large haul, so we're going to be out at sea for a while." Orion told me as he sat on the bedding in front of me, pulling on his worn leather boots.

"Be careful out there." I murmured quietly, allowing him to steal a quick kiss before leaving.

"I always find my way back to you; don't worry." The older man assured me as he slipped out into the quiet courtyard, closing the rice paper door behind him.

I was left alone in the morning silence, relaxing for a few more moments before I slowly pulled myself from the warm bedding to begin dressing for the day. I gathered the hanbok from the day before and tucked it into the wash bag for the musuri to collect before opening my clothing trunk to select a new one for the day.

Dressing in the plain white underclothes, I proceeded to put up my hair before continuing to dress in the green silks and cotton of my uniform. Brushing a light dusting of powder onto my face, I inspected my exposed skin for any lingering marks left behind by my encounter with Orion. Satisfied that I had no noticeable bite marks or bruising, I slipped my shoes on and quietly departed from my quarters to collect Princess Eun-Byeol's morning meal.

I hummed lightly as I worked, mixing the dried leaves together and putting them into a small jar to travel to the princess' chambers. I collected the necessary pots and cups before pouring the boiled water into one of the tea pots and transferring everything onto the tray. The morning meal was quickly being placed onto the tray as it came closer to the hour the princess was awoken at, and I was soon carrying it through the palace halls to where the third princess was sure to be awake and readying herself for the day.

As I waited for the tea to brew, I watched Bo-Ra do Eun-Byeol's hair in a beautiful style that complimented her youthful face and announced her status as a woman without a consort. Her hair was pulled away from her face, and braided intricately and pinned to the top of her head, while the rest of her hair hung loose down past her waist. Her jewelry was silver, accented by pearls and opals as they decorated her rings and hair pins.

I turned my attention back to the tea, placing a strainer over the top of the teapot that once contained the hot water before pouring the tea into it. I continued to prepare the breakfast, placing it in front of the princess once she had seated herself at the table. Offering her a small bow, I backed away from the table slowly and stood against the wall as she broke her fast.

"Soo-yah, what do I have to attend to today?" Eun-Byeol asked as she lifted the cup of tea to her lips.

I cleared my throat gently before answering, "There is a court session being held in an hour that requires your presence, and you are to survey the conditions of the markets this afternoon."

The elder girl nodded her head slightly, acknowledging my words before finishing her food and tea in silence. As soon as the princess appeared to have finished, I gestured to Bo-Ra to begin clearing the table as Eun-Byeol made her way out of her quarters with me trailing behind her.

The remainder of the princess' handmaidens joined us as we departed from the wing of the palace that contained the living space of the royal families. We headed towards the courtroom, already hearing the hushed mutterings of men and women as they awaited the arrival of the princesses.

Eun-Byeol was the last of the princesses to arrive in the antechamber, nodding her head respectfully to Gyeong-Hui and the second princess, Se-Hyeon, before falling into place behind the elder women while the court ladies congregated behind the princess they served.

A eunuch announced their arrival to the court, the council of princesses sweeping into the room in fluttering silks, the court bowing reverently as they praised their reign and their long life. As the council climbed the stairs to their thrones, the court ladies arranged themselves on the ascending steps according to the hierarchy. I was closest to Eun-Byeol as her main court lady, my mother smiling lightly at me as she stood among Se-Hyeon's ladies.

The head eunuch stepped forward, bearing a scroll with the itinerary for the day's court proceedings.

"Today the council of princesses will be hearing the cases of a marriage proposal between the clans Kwon and Byun, a trade proposal from lady Baek A-Reum on behalf of Baek Song-Ki, and the territorial conflict between the minor clans of Park and Min." Gyeong-Hui smiled warmly at the court gesturing for the first case to step forward.

The clan representatives the Kwon and Byuns approached from the group of politicians and clan heads, making their way to the foot of the dias. I slowly began to tune out their petition for the union of two of their clan members, focusing on those who filled the courtroom. The various individuals were either respectfully listening to the case being posed at the moment or allowing their minds to wander until it was their turn to speak.

A commotion at the back of the hall caught my eye, the eunuchs were fluttering around nervously and appeared to be in a panic. One of them skirted the edge of the hall and whispered quickly into the head eunuch's ear before silently rushing back into the antechamber.

As the clan representatives finished their speeches, the princesses looked to each other before Gyeong-Hui began to speak.

"The council of Princesses grants permission for this most honourable union between the clans Kwon and Byun to occur. You may seek out the royal astrologist to have a wedding day decided upon. We wish your clan members a happy and blessed union." she offered, nodding her head as the representatives bowed in thanks and respectfully began to move away from the stairs.

The head eunuch cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the princesses and the rest of the court.

"Your highnesses, an embassy from Nifelheim has arrived and is seeking an audience with you." the head eunuch called out with a slight tremble to his voice, clearly unsettled by the suddenness of the situation.

The court erupted into hushed whispers, the second and third princesses shifting at the mention of the empire. Gyeong-Hui's eyes merely narrowed, her hands gripping the arms of her throne a bit tighter than before. She glanced between Se-Hyeon and Eun-Byeol before nodding to eunuch grimly.

"Very well, let him in then." she announced, a silence falling over the court as tension filled the hall.

A figure strode in from the antechamber, heavily cloaked despite the warm climate of the island kingdom. A heavy silence weighed upon the hall, a chill creeping up my spine as the stranger drew closer. Coming to a halt at the foot of the stairs, the man gave a swepting bow, removing his hat almost mockingly.

"Greetings to the fair princesses of Goryeo, and their many clans." the stranger called out in a eccentric drawl, smirking lightly at the three princesses seated before him, "Allow me to introduce myself, Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, embassy of Nifelheim to your fair city."

Gyeong-Hui narrowed her gaze slightly, staring down at the man before her.

"Welcome, Chancellor Izunia. Forgive our surprise, we were unaware of your arrival or impending visit to our court." the first princess offered frostily, her black eyes staring into those of the chancellor's.

"There is nothing to forgive, your highnesses. The Emperor would have sent word but it was simply easier for me to deliver the offer to you myself." the chancellor replied, putting on a faint smile that served to put me on further edge.

"And what is Nifelheim's offer, Chancellor? The council is willing to hear your proposal." Se-Hyeon said, leaning forward slightly as she watched Izunia slowly move up the stairs.

"It has come to the empire's attention that Goryeo has remained impartial for the entirety of the war, a decision which the Emperor deeply respects. He would like to extend a formal offer of peace to your fair city." my eyes narrowed further the closer Izunia came to the princesses, the tension in the hall weighing heavily on us all.

"What would the terms of this peace be?" Eun-Byeol questioned, her hands worrying the sleeve of her ruqun.

"My dear princess, the empire offers peace through the unification of royal lines." the chancellor said as he came to a stop on the step below me, "The empire proposes the marriage of the third princess Eun-Byeol to Ravus Nox Fleuret, the former prince of Tenebrae, as a symbol of peace."

The court immediately erupted into whispers, the princesses staring at the man in shock as they tried to process this offer. Gyeong-Hui raised her hand swiftly, silencing the murmurs of politicians and other court members.

"That is a generous offer, Chancellor. However, the empire appears to unaware of our customs in regards to marrying outside of Goryeo." the first princess announces, staring the foreign man in the eye, "If we were to consent to this marriage, third princess Eun-Byeol would be forced to abdicate from her position on the council and leave for Tenebrae, where she would remain with her husband until one of them perishes, bereft of clan and title. One without Goryean blood cannot reside within our lands, making your offer of peace through marriage unbeneficial to both monarchies."

Izunia hummed lightly, "Well, that does put the relationship of our countries in a difficult position, your highnesses."

"We are willing to continue remaining impartial to the ongoing war between Lucis and Nifelheim despite this, Chancellor. We have no quarrel with the empire or its ruler." Eun-Byeol offered calmly despite just receiving a marriage proposal mere seconds ago.

"Of course, your highnesses. The emperor will be glad to hear of your country's continued cooperation without a formal peace negotiated. Now if you will excuse me, it is a long journey back to Gralea, and I must head back with haste. Your highnesses." the chancellor said with a flourishing bow, removing his hat once more.

"We wish you a safe return, Chancellor Izunia. May the Tide Mother grant you safe passage." Gyeong-Hui offered, the other princesses nodding in agreement as they sent off the chancellor.

The man left in silence, the only noise that broke it was the creaking of the great oak doors closing behind him. The princesses looked between each other before Gyeong-Hui rose from her throne gracefully.

"Court has been adjourned for the day. All matters that have not been addressed will be during tomorrow morning's assembly. Thank you for your time." the first princess announced before descending the stairs with her ladies.

I stood and waited for Eun-Byeol to make her way down, my mind churning over the imperial chancellor's visit and the omen it brought.

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God & His Priests & His Kings: Chapter 2 - A FFXV OC Fanfic

So long time, no see. I was originally gonna drop this story, however a lot of you wished for me to continue this fic and since I rediscovered my love for this fandom and game, I thought why not. I made a few minor changes to How Rare & Beautiful to fit my new vision for the series, however nothing dire has been altered, just bits of dialogue being edited or deleted. I'm glad so many of you want to see Soo-Min's adventure through as it gives me encouragement to continue working on this project. But as we learned from my three month unofficial hiatus, it's difficult to do this during the semester. I will try my best though, I will promise you that. This chapter is brought to you by Cherry from three months ago. She already had half of the chapter written in August. ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! THIS IS MY GIFT TO ALL YOU AMAZING PEOPLE WHO STILL HAVE FAITH IN THIS STORY! WORD COUNT: 2,865 UPDATED: 12.24.17 Master List Previous Chapter