#and clavis is the only one with a reason to go there

[keithsandwich]

What kind of relationship Keith and Clavis have?

Gonna answer this one first because I'll have to think about the other.

I would say it's actually a pretty good relationship! Ofc Keith runs for his life whenever Clavis crashes into his teaparties with Yves and Licht bringing his... cakes or whatever, but he's not as uncomfortable around Clavis as he is around Leon and Chevalier.

They even work together at some level, as seem in Clavis' proposal event, where Keith visits the Kingdom of Lelouch to discuss some refugee's situation. During the same event, Clavis even tries to boost Keith's self-esteem a little bit, and there's other event I forgot the name where Clavis tried to be MC and Keith's cupid. Not to mention how Clavis helps Keith in his Dramatic route. It makes me think that Clavis is actually supportive of him, which is very sweet.

Oh, not to mention how interested Clavis is in Jadean's herbs. Although we don't see them interacting much, they surely have something to talk about.

[neerons]

Some of Chevalier Michel’s best quotes

“You have plenty of time. Therefore, it’s not necessary to overload yourself to the point of harming your health just for the sake of learning. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait patiently for you to reach your full potential.”

“I don’t mind making you my woman.”

“If you value your life, trust no one.”

“Allowing their deaths to be in vain would be an affront to those who utterly devoted themselves to the kingdom.” (—Chevalier talking about the dead soldiers to Emma)

“That’s how values work. Just because two ways of thinking are incompatible doesn’t mean one is right and the other is wrong.”

“If you ever feel like crying, tell me. I’ll torment you so thoroughly that you’ll forget how to cry.”

“Until I’d met her, I’d never have considered letting another person touch me.” (—Chevalier’s thoughts about Emma)

“Can a man read in peace without you staring at his face?”

“Don't... say another man's name... so much. It grates on my ears.”

“You're quite graceless, you know? Your legs seem to be shaking.”

“You are my queen. It does not matter how many years go by, I have no intention of loving any other woman.”

“If the rabbit has time to spend with you, she'll spend it with me instead.” (—Chevalier talking about Emma to Clavis)

“I had no intention of letting anyone complain about a commoner being in a relationship with royalty, and it didn't bother me, either.” (—Chevalier's thoughts)

“What might your hand be doing in your pocket? I dare you to throw one of those concoctions of yours at me. Just know I will kick you into the next century.” (—Chevalier to Clavis)

“Maids are servants. They follow their master or mistress' orders, thus creating a clear discrepancy in power. But I do not wish you to be below me. What I desire is for us to be equals, serving each other in a cooperative and mutual manner.”

"...Now that I think about it, I was rather fond of you from the very beginning. (...) To begin with... is there any man who would barge into the room of a woman he doesn't like? The palace is huge. There are many places... where I could go to spend leisure time, instead of expressly going to your room."

"You look terrible. (...) There's no need to feel ashamed. Not everything that has value is beautiful."

"You're the one at fault for leaving the covenant YOU created so open to interpretation. A shame." (—Chevalier to Sariel)

"Currently, a servant manages the palace library, but he's no expert, so his work is sloppy. I've been dissatisfied with it for a while now, but... you're proficient at handling books, yes?"

"It's not that you 'can' stay by my side, it's that you 'will' stay by my side."

"(...) Do you think I would allow you to die so easily after you laid a hand on my lover? (...) I've said as much before, but dying is not what you should be doing. What you should be doing is returning home to your loved ones, no matter how shameful you look." (—Chevalier to Flandre)

"Ever since I was a child, love had been the one thing I was most indifferent to. (...) My one and only reason is that I wanted to know what love was. Ridiculous, I know."

"I'm not so famished that I'd eat something I don't need. ...I want you so much that I could just eat you all up right now."

"(...) Any guest of Emma's is a guest of mine as well." (—Chevalier talking about an enemy to Clavis)

"...If you stay with me, many things will be taken away from you, and you'll be limited in what you can do. Sometimes, you'll have to bear the heavy responsibility of royalty, and occasionally your life may be threatened. You'll be the target of scheming. Other people will look upon you either favorably or unfavorably—nothing in between. No picturesque world like those found in your romance books exists in a real palace. You'll see it for yourself. Despite all that, do you still stand by the nonsense you spoke of earlier?"

"When every man in the kingdom knows you're mine—they'll stay away from you, lest they incur the wrath of the Bloody Tiger."

"It wasn't in an official capacity. It was personal time. I simply wanted to have you with me as always. You should be grateful. You don't have much time left at the palace, and I'm going out of my way to spend time with you."

"Hurry up and prove the value of love, simpleton. While we're still able to be together like this."

"It doesn't matter to me what happens to them... But it matters to someone else." (—Chevalier talking about Luke, Rio and Emma to Clavis)

"On the battlefield, you belong to the second prince. Remember, dying would be foolish, and even getting hurt would be a transgression."

"I came to save you. ...Did you think that's what I would say, simpleton?"

"I'm not so idiotic that I'd let low-lives like those do me in. I'll cut down every last person who rises up against me."

"I never had any intention of letting an enemy nation have you."

"You faced the Brutal Beast... so that you could fulfill your duty as Belle. We couldn't understand each other because our values were polar opposites... yet you tried to meet halfway. You believed that the beast was a person and tried to discern his true nature. It was the first time I'd ever met... a woman with such strange tastes. Actually... even if I searched the entire kingdom, I wouldn't find anyone as eccentric as you. 'I want the person I love to live, no matter the cost to me. I want to be by his side... I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. (...) I feel the same way. You call this emotion... 'love', correct?"

"The king's lover will most likely face many difficulties, but unfortunately, I have no desire to bestow my favor on anyone but you."

"Emma, look at me. (...) You're no longer Belle, right? (...) Is that the first time I used it? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" (—Chevalier saying Emma's name for the first time)

"I don't want to be disturbed during mealtimes. I've decided to lock the door whenever you're here."

"Currently, only one woman is close to the king. There seem to be many fools who believe they can crush the leading candidate for queen and have their own daughter marry me instead." (—Chevalier talking about Emma to Clavis)

"Do I look like I care? And do you really think I'm going to do something as stupid as losing such a valuable pawn?" (—Chevalier talking about Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"Until now, the Obsidian royal family have had nothing but war on their minds, but through this we can rebuild our friendship. This is a sizable accomplishment. This accomplishment was achieved by just one woman... and we most certainly cannot disrespect what it means." (—Chevalier to Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"The only occasion I have spent time with another person and found worth in it... was with you." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"She's eager to hear whether I like the fragrance or not. But it is her own scent. There is no way I could dislike it." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I don't need you to tell me my fool brother's worth. I knew it from the start." (—Chevalier talking about Clavis to Emma)

"As long as you were convinced you couldn't win, there was no way for you to unlock your full potential. That's why you never stopped failing. You were never going to win unless you believed in yourself." (—Chevalier to Clavis)

"People are fools. Everyone is contradictory in some way, because they're not perfect, and they can't be. But you and my fool brother are both fine that way. (...) Someone who is free of contradictions, who always chooses the right path... cannot really be called human. They're nothing more than a beast." (—Chevalier talking about Emma, Clavis and himself, to Emma)

"I learned how from watching you do it countless times." (—Chevalier talking about doing Emma's hair)

"They have the kind of decoration my fool of a brother would like." (—Chevalier talking about cookies with colorful and festive icing that Clavis would enjoy)

"...You're the only one. The only woman who would take pleasure in being at my side."

"Sometimes, you have quite violent coughing fits. I have a fool brother who gets ill a lot. The physician gives him this tea regularly, so I swiped some." (—Young Chevalier giving rose tea to his 'childhood friend')

"(...) keep cajoling him. You can shape the menace that he is." (—Chevalier talking about Gilbert to Emma)

"...I knew I made the right choice when I chose you as my pawn." (—Smiling Chevalier praising Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"An auction master working in collaboration with the Obsidianites had an official document from the king of Benitoite. That's quite a big catch, simpleton." (—Chevalier praising Emma's discovery, in Silvio's route)

"...I want you so much that I could just eat you all up right now."

"My clothes will be gone soon enough. After all, I have only one reason for locking a woman in a room like this. (...) Love me, Emma. This is an order from the king, and it's absolute."

"I recall you writing that you love hearing my voice. If that is what you want, you may hear it as much as you like."

"Hundreds of medical books, both domestic and foreign, are stored in my head."

"To have nerve enough to approach me... She's quite the woman." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"That gaze of hers struck me as straight as an arrow, and unneeded emotions began to well up within me." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"Don't be ridiculous. She would never be interested in the likes of you fools." (—Angry Chevalier talking about Emma and his brothers to Leon)

"I would far prefer to have you to myself than let that man have you." (—Chevalier talking about Gilbert)

"Indeed. I'm so vexed, I could throttle someone to death." (—Chevalier teasing Emma)

"You are our Belle. You spend your time determining our worth. Use some of those skills for yourself too." (—Chevalier telling Emma to care about herself more)

"I am not asking for a 'good' drawing. I am asking for your drawing."

"This is a Rhodolitian handshake. The more it hurts, the stronger your display of friendship." (—Chevalier to Gilbert)

"I don't believe I have ever seen Emma read it before. Perhaps I will recommend it to her. She cannot stay in the dark about it forever." (—Chevalier's thoughts while he's picking a romance book for Emma to read)

"If 'lovable' could be defined by any person, it would be her." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I had often read about this urge to dote, but I had not understood it until meeting her." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"Theoretically, I have no use for romance novels now that I have Emma. However, thanks to her, I have learned how to enjoy them with no other motive." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I've become fond of seeing the variety of emotions on your face as you go through a book."

"Hm? Ah. Don't worry about the blood. I was just 'playing' with my brother who's made it his hobby to tease you." (—Chevalier's lobby dialogue)

"This absurdly lovely woman has my dearest affections." (—Chevalier translating his words of love from another language to Emma)

"The reason I still function so well despite having discarded my humanity is because I have my fool brother. And conversely, the reason my fool brother can do as he pleases is because he knows I'll always be there at the final moment." (—Chevalier talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Severing your Achilles tendon shall do the trick." (—Chevalier threatening Licht)

"I never had much chemistry with the twins. (...) They were just noisy children who cried if I so much as looked at them. However, one day, they stopped crying. No... If I think about it, there was a clear turning point." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"It is true that you are useless right now, Licht, but you do not have to be that way forever. (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"Even with the first aid I have given you, it would be in your best interest to put on a convincing act for your twin if you do not wish to shock him." (—Chevalier to Licht)

"Oh? That was a much more thorough analysis than I would have expected from someone so heavily wounded. With some training, he could become an excellent commander." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Licht)

"Textbooks can be helpful, but not in the way that it obscures her lovely face." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I was never much one for drawing, but once during our childhood, Clavis pestered me to sketch something. Back then, I knew he suspected me to be a terrible artist, and asked me to do so in order to expose me. The resulting tantrum when his expectations were reversed was certainly memorable." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I would value this far beyond what any professional artist could draw. There is, however, something missing. (...) I must prepare a frame for this at once." (—Chevalier adding a little bunny on Emma's drawing of him as a tiger)

"I have never, ever laughed as much as I have with her. No wonder she is the one making my facial muscles exercise so much." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I want to do whatever it takes to see her entire spectrum of emotions." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"Every second that ticked by was becoming another moment for me to cherish. I suddenly became overwhelmed by gratitude for being born the person I was. It won't be long before the entire collection of my memories is overtaken by you. And it will be just the way I like it." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

[caffedrine]

Clavis Lelouch - I fell in love with you that day – Choose your true love - Event Summary

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

Emma recalls sitting in Clavis’ mansion’s garden in the morning just moments ago, but suddenly finds herself falling in Rodolite’s Castle. She’s literally falling down from the ceiling, but thankfully Clavis is there to catch her.

(Eh, it’s a normal Tuesday.)

Clavis, who was holding her in his arms, was so stunned that his usual smile was wiped from his face. Emma noticed several men, who seemed to all be aristocrats surrounding them, as well as the ever present Cyran distinguished by his rose-red hair.

No one seemed able to talk, as everyone gaped down at Emma.

Suddenly the aristocrats surrounding them started shouting that there was an intruder and summoning the guards. Almost immediately the surrounding becomes a cacophony of noise and Emma can make out the sound of screaming and guards running.

She desperately assures the aristocrats that this is all some misunderstanding and asks Clavis to back her up. Clavis hums, considering this, and Emma prompts him again.

Clavis asks if she’s really sure they’ve met before.  Emma tells him to stop joking around for once.

Huh, it sounds like Emma thinks she knows him. And he’s not some playboy who will forget some girl’s face.

Clavis’ smile is very suspicious, and Emma gets the odd feeling that Clavis isn’t joking right now. For some reason, she thinks he’s considering handing her over to the guards. She doesn’t understand what is going on, or what Clavis is up to, but maybe she should run away.

Emma tries to squirm out of Clavis’ arms, but instead, his grip on her tightens. He tells her to wait, and Emma snaps back that if she waits, she’ll wind up in jail, no thanks to him. Clavis praises her intelligence.

Emma snaps that this is all his fault, did he fall down, hit his head, and lose his damn mind?

Well, Clavis can’t guarantee that scenario didn’t happen. Emma wants to start crying.

(Okay, maybe more like Friday shenanigans)

Emma looks into Clavis’ eyes, but the only thing she can get from him is a look as if she were a stranger. This Clavis truly has no idea who she is. Emma asks him to let go of her.

Will she run away?

Of course!

Well then, Clavis is definitely not letting go. Unless she wants to die, she should come and have some fun with him.

Clavis tells the surrounding guards and aristocrats that they’ll have to finish their discussion later, something quite literally fell down into his arms and he needs to handle it. The men around them start complaining.

Clavis pulls a small bottle out of his breast pocket and throws it down, shattering it against the floor. A thick opaque cloud of smoke fills the area.

Emma is somewhat aware of the aristocrats and guards lunging to grab Clavis, but he slips through them, without relaxing his grip on Emma. As they rush forward, the voices and sounds from the others fade, but Emma doesn’t feel relieved. She doubts Clavis is actually doing this to help her.

Clavis sets her down in an empty room and locks the door behind them. She notices Cyran, Clavis’ personal knight, has accompanied them, and is looking oddly tense, as if she was an enemy.

Okay, it’s not just Clavis who has hit his head.

Clavis notes that Emma said that this was all just a misunderstanding, right? So, now is an excellent opportunity to clear up the misunderstanding. Let's start with introductions first, if Emma can amuse him, he might find some use for her.

Clavis companionably sits down on a sofa and gestures Emma to do so as well.

Okay, apparently ‘fun games’ is Clavis for ‘interrogation’. If Emma says something wrong, the best-case scenario is that she’ll be locked up. She needs to understand what is going on first.

When Emma obeys and sits down across from him, she suddenly feels like a rabbit trapped in the jaws of a beast.

Emma tells Clavis her name.

Clavis does not recognize her.

Well, even if Clavis doesn’t know her, she knows him very well. Clavis asks if it’s because he’s so famous. Emma suddenly notices something, and Clavis asks if she just noticed how handsome he is.

Well, actually, Emma just realized how young he looks, no older than 20 at best. And Cyran as well, his uniform is completely different.

There is no insignia on Cyran’s uniform indicating that he is the first knight of the foreign faction, if anything, his uniform suggests that he’s pretty low level.

Oh no.

Emma asks if Clavis’ father, the King of Rhodolite, is still alive.   

Clavis gives her an ambiguous response, he rarely ever sees the king, so if he died Clavis might not have noticed.

Yup, that is a completely different response than a Clavis surviving his father’s death would have given. Emma has somehow found herself in the past.

Clavis directly asks if Emma is a spy from Obsidian or something similar. Emma denies this and tries to explain that she’s from a time when the current King of Rhodolite is dead.

Clavis nods, he understands. Emma is an assassin aiming for the current king.

Emma snaps that she is his fiancé.

Clavis takes this as some sort of joke but admits that he has no clue what any of this means. Emma admits that the same goes for her. She sees Clavis look at her finger where her engagement ring sits and turns to Cyran and asks his opinion.

Cyran is convinced that she’s not an Obsidian spy, but . .  .

Clavis prompts Cyran to continue.

He has no real proof of this, but in his opinion, since Emma doesn’t have any weapons, and her manners and responses are amateurish . . .

Okay, Clavis has figured it out. Emma is some deranged woman who has fallen in love with him. Oh, to be so beautiful that women can no longer discern reality and fantasy when near him! His charm is truly sinful!

Oh, so now they all think she’s some mentally unstable woman, and Emma cannot prove that is wrong.

Fine.

Emma tells Clavis that he’s right, she is in love with him. This love has made her quite literally crazy, and she expects him to take responsibility for his part in it.

Clavis laughs, it does sound like he does need to take care of her personally. First though, what part of him did she fall in love with.

Cyran slides in to tell Clavis that it’s time. Regretfully, Clavis tells Emma that he needs to stop playing now and apologizes for the abrupt pause.

And, since he’s responsible for her mental state, he’ll take her with them. Emma asks if he’s sure, but Clavis insists that he likes fun things. To Emma’s surprise, Cyran looks down and gloomy. What is happening?

Emma and Cyran follow Clavis to the Foreign Faction’s Knight’s training grounds. Once they enter, the knights salute Clavis in greeting. Emma has observed this very scene often enough to pick out the obvious tension with the knights. Everyone looks on edge, and vaguely murderous. She wondered if they also worried that se was a suspicious woman, but then she noticed they weren’t looking at her. The rage in the knight’s eyes was all directed at Cyran.

While Emma tries to puzzle this together, Clavis apologizes for keeping the knights waiting for so long, he has come with good news! Judging from everyone’s expressions, they already know, but he would like them to officially welcome the newest member of the Knights of the Foreign Affairs Faction. Cyran is a truly talented and courageous knight, he hopes they can become swift friends.

And now Emma has a time period of where she is in. This must be just after the Bloodstained Rose Day, about 10 years ago. And right now, the only one who looks pleased is Clavis.

One of the knights speaks up and asks if Clavis is particularly sane today. Does he not know that Cyran is an Obsidian Knight?

A former Obsidian Knight, Clavis helpfully points out.

Either way, Cyran is from Obsidian, and no one here will agree with him joining up. How can they accept a knight who has killed people of Rhodolite?

Emma recalls speaking to Cyran about his past. He had said that under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for him, a defector from the Obsidian military, to be appointed as a Knight of Rhodolite. It was thanks to Clavis, whose smile blew away all the opposition, that gave Cyran a second home, and a second chance at life.

Yeah, Cyran had definitely downplayed the opposition against him. This wasn’t mere objections, but full-on murderous intent. It must have been less than a year since the Bloodstained Rose Day, and all the Knights here would have been the first deployed against the Obsidian invasion. Without a doubt, they hated Cyran’s existence.

Clavis assures the knights that he knows and understands their opinions. After all, they recently were trampled on by Obsidian, it’s only right that we as a country can never forgive them.

However! The ones responsible are the leadership, not the soldiers. Clavis reminds them that they killed many people on the battlefield, but the deaths are not on them but on Clavis and Chevalier. After all, they were the commanders who ordered them who and when to kill.  So should the blame for the invasion fall on the Obsidian Royal Family and military commanders instead of Cyran.

And if that doesn’t convince them, then Clavis will wager his own head, right here and now.

Everyone, from the Foreign Faction’s Knights to Cyran, and even Emma stares at Clavis in shock.

Clavis laughs and asks why everyone looks so surprised. If bringing in Cyran as a Knight causes a disadvantage to the country, he’d have to take responsibility anyway. He’s prepared to wager his life on the advantages Cyran will bring the knights.

But, of course, he doesn’t want to die. He assures everyone that there is no doubt whatsoever about Cyran’s talents. He asks everyone to believe him this once.

The murderous aura around the knights wavers, and everyone begins to look confused. Maybe Clavis’ sincerity was able to come through?

Finally, one of the knights asks if Clavis has any way of proving Cyran’s usefulness to Rhodolite beyond words of platitude.

Clavis briefly considers this before deciding that it’s easier to show than to tell. He wants Cyran to show off his skills in a mock battle and prove why Clavis chose him to join these knights.

Cyran looks troubled, which confuses Emma. She knows Cyran as one of the best Knights in Rhodolite, short only to Chevalier. Even if this is the past, he must have some decent skills at swordplay, but right now Cyran’s face is pale.

Clavis asks why he’s hesitating, and Cyran reminds him that they already talked about this. Cyran was originally a member of Obsidian’s Special Forces, but due to his fatal flaw had to join the regular army.

Clavis does remember this conversation. But hey, weaknesses were made to be overcome, right? Right?

Cyran snaps back that he might accidentally kill Clavis. Clavis laughs, he's not worried, that’s why he’s Cyran’s opponent. Surely by now, Cyran knows how sturdy Clavis is. He won’t die, so please feel reassured. If he holds back, he won’t convince the other knights to accept him.

After a long moment, Cyran agrees.

Cheerfully, Clavis urges the other knights to give them space and back up. He accepts two practice swords from a knight and hands one to Cyran.

Emma joins the knights lining up against the training ground walls, watching as the two combatants slowly raise their swords. Suddenly Cyran huffs a sigh, reminding Clavis that he warned him.

Cyran lunges towards Clavis, at the last minute swinging his sword. Clavis dodges, so Cyran hits the ground. Hits the ground, and pushes through it, destroying the area and leaving a crater behind.

Emma and the other knights stare at the two in shock. Clavis laughs, he heard about this, but seeing it sure is something else. He dodges the next strike, still laughing.

Clavis continues to laugh while dodging Cyran’s blows. While one couldn’t say that Cyran is the fastest swordsman, each blow he almost lands is very heavy. Heavy enough that he’s now taken out part of the wall, sending dust flying around.

One of the Knights breaks and calls out to Clavis telling him that this mock battle is far too dangerous, and to stop. Clavis shouts out that this is no big deal.

Cyran hasn’t seemed to notice this exchange, each blow heavier than the last, an expression completely unlike his previous one. He might as well be a completely different person right now. Someone who doesn’t know how to hold back.

Suddenly Emma sees a man with the insignia of the lead knight get between Clavis and Cyran. He has his (real) sword unsheathed and in a defensive position. But by the time Emma realized what was happening, Cyran had already reacted and swung his (practice) sword down, shattering the real blade in half.

Emma watches in horror as one of the broken pieces flies towards her. Her eyes close and she braces herself for the pain.

But then there was no pain at all, only a strong wind that swayed her hair. Opening her eyes, Emma sees Clavis’ back before her, with him muttering that this was a particularly close call. She sees the glint of the shard that was heading towards her lying on the training ground floor.

She sees the movements of Clavis sheathing his training blade before he turns around and asks if she’s alright. Stuttering, Emma assures him that she is and thanks him.

This is when they fall in love.

Emma is confused, and Clavis elaborates. He definitely looked amazing and dashing just now.

Well, apparently Clavis hasn’t changed all that much since the past.

Beyond Clavis, Cyran’s face is pale, and he has dropped the imitation sword. He begins apologizing very sincerely. He has come a very long way in the past 10 years.

Emma assures Cyran that she is fine, and that he shouldn’t think on it too hard. Clavis agrees, now that an accident has happened, there’s nothing they can do to retroactively prevent it. But hey, they now have a super-powerful knight in their ranks. Everyone should rejoice!

Clavis calls out to the head of the Knights. He just said that everyone should rejoice.

Uh . . . oh, yea. As long as Clavis agrees to take full responsibility, then maybe.

Fine.

Clavis tells the knight that Cyran is perfect for their ranks. Besides, Chevalier has also agreed to this. Are they going to march up to Chevalier and have him explain his reasons to them?

The silence between the knights grows awkward, and Cyran looks even more depressed.

Well, Clavis is a busy man and has other things to do. He asks the knights to help sort out Cyran and show him the ropes. He beckons towards Emma and tells her to follow him, for this, he absolutely needs her help.

Oh no. She knows what’s coming next.

Clavis assures her that together they will do their best.

Oh no. Why does it always turn out this way? Once they enter the garden, Emma roots herself on the spot and refuses. Clavis shakes his head and tells her to watch carefully, he’ll show her the best tricks.

Clavis already has a shovel, procured from who knows where, sparkling in the sun. Emma can almost see all the gardeners of the castle crying over the future holes in the garden. She asks who the traps are for.

The knights of course.

Emma asks Clavis to read the atmosphere. Laughing, Clavis reminds Emma that they were just in the training grounds, that atmosphere was already the worst possible. Emma asks if he saw that atmosphere as competition.

Oh, no, no, no! What Clavis has decided is that the knights need an opportunity to deepen their friendship with each other. As much as it pains him, Clavis will have to thrust all of them into the dark abyss.

If it really pains him, Clavis shouldn’t make such an evil face.

Emma desperately tries to restrain Clavis’ arm as he buries the shovel into the ground. She full on fights with Clavis over the shovel for what seems forever until the sound of footsteps interrupts them. One of the aristocrats Clavis was talking with when Emma dropped in on them is approaching. Emma dives behind Clavis’ back, but she still catches the man's angry stare.

Clavis laughs and asks why he looks so angry, did his wife leave him or something? Emma notices that Clavis is very nonchalantly shifting to block the man’s view of her.

The aristocrat reminds Clavis that they were in the middle of a discussion. He asks where the Obsidian soldier went off to.

The Rhodolite Knights, of course. Last he saw, they were showing him the ropes.

The aristocrat asks if Clavis has lost his mind. Clavis assures him that he’s perfectly well. The man demands that Clavis send back the Obsidian soldier, has he not heard anything any of them have had to say?

Emma realizes that during this time, it wasn’t only the Knights that were protesting Cyran’s presence.

Clavis asks if the aristocrat was listening to him? He already laid out his reasonings for this decision.

The noble grumbles that Clavis is saying that their protests were not worth even hearing. He asks about the woman hiding behind Clavis, is she also an Obsidian spy? Emma denies this as Clavis wonders aloud how interesting it would be if she were.

Ugh, why does he always say things that will provoke others? As if on cue, the hostile aura about the aristocrat morphs into something murderous.

Emma tugs on Clavis’ sleeve to admonish him, but Clavis only smiles fearlessly at her. If this was a fairytale, Clavis would be the perfect villain.

The nobleman tells Clavis that they cannot trust him anymore. He was captured by the enemy, held hostage in an Obsidian camp, but despite all odds, came back alive. He came back alive from an enemy that slaughters both soldiers and civilians indiscriminately.

The only way he can see Clavis surviving that is if he made a trade.

Clavis asks if the nobleman is asking if he’s a traitor.

There’s a long silence, affirming this.

Huh, from what Emma recalls, Clavis had been practically a national hero after the war. Without regard to himself, he had saved lives that should have died. But it looks like reality was different, and the prescence of Cyran had only provoked the resentment of others.

Clavis asks if the nobleman wants to accuse him, why don’t he take him to court. Surely he has enough evidence to prove that he’s the traitor prince. Clavis encourages him to bring anything at all.

The nobleman asks if he understands how serious this is. Obsidian took away everything, and all Clavis is doing is laughing and making fun of those who have been robbed of their peaceful lives and families. His temper rising to the breaking point, the nobleman clenches his fist and takes a swing at Clavis.

Without thinking, Emma moves to cover Clavis, and the nobleman narrowly avoids hitting her. Clavis praises him, if he hadn’t restrained himself, he would have just hit a woman and lost his title of ‘gentleman’.

Emma explains that she’s not the kind of person who can stand back and watch someone get hurt. Clavis praises her bravery and the nobleman tells Emma to get out of his way.

Emma considers him, in this direct confrontation, the anger and hostility from this noble and anyone else would corrode her spirit. She’s not even related to this, and her heart hurts. She cannot imagine what Clavis is going through. Instead, he hides it all with a smile.

Clavis tells the noble to go ahead and get angrier, and the hostile atmosphere increases. Still, Clavis smiles. He explains that many people of Rhodolite have lost something important to them, or have even lost the will to live. Compared to them, the nobles are doing pretty well, and as long as they’re angry, they don’t have to handle their feelings of loss.

To keep their spirits up, Clavis agrees to play with them whenever they want.

Emma understands. She had been wondering why Clavis was always going out of his way to provoke people. He is trying to be a beacon of hatred, an outlet for the people suffering. She can see the realization on the aristocrat’s face as he confronts Clavis’ version of ‘compassion’.

No one said anything.

At least until a knight ran up to them in a hurry, calling out for Clavis.

The new redhead recruit just ran away.

In theory, no one should know the whereabouts of Cyran, who ran away from the training grounds of the Foreign Faction Knights. Clavis, of course, was different.

With a quick goodbye to the nobles and the knights, Clavis and Emma hurry out to the royal forest and quickly come across a hut hidden away in the forest’s depths. And inside the hut is Cyran curled up in a corner.

(Kennyo is going to have to start complaining about all these princes who keep on shacking up in his hut)

Clavis laughs cheerfully, and Emma asks how he knew where Cyran was. Clavis admits that he told Cyran about this place, a very nice place to hole up when you want to be alone.

Emma wonders if Clavis also used this place when he wanted to be by himself.

Settling next to Cyran, Clavis notes that he threw in the white flag quite earlier than expected. Cyran apologizes, but Clavis waves him off, he’s not blaming him, he’s just here to comfort him.

. . . .

And now Cyran feels worse.

Cyran buries his face in his arms, refusing to even look at Clavis. Clavis asks if he truly hates being a knight, and Cyran disagrees. He came to Rhodolite to atone for his crimes; he knew that he would not be a welcome addition and was prepared for anything.

Okay, but the knights reported that he ran away.

Well, Cyran just now realized that he’s an idiot. He came expecting to be the only person that would have to pay for the misdeeds of Obsidian, but now he realizes that all he is doing is dragging Clavis down.

When Clavis left him behind at the training grounds, the knights lit into him instead of Cyran. And it was the same with the nobles earlier, because of Cyran’s presence Clavis is treated as a villain, even though he was the only person to try to save those 1,000 citizens. If it was just Cyran, he could endure it, but Clavis too . . .

Emma can’t see his face, but Cyran’s voice is shaking. She can feel the pain radiating from him.

Oh, is that it? Out of the three of them, Clavis remains unmoved by the gloomy atmosphere. He admits that everything is still up in the air now, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The more Cyran demonstrates his capabilities as a king, the more people will recognize him, and Clavis will be vindicated. Someday, things will calm down, and Cyran will truly belong.

Until then, Clavis will use Cyran as a windbreak. If Cyran thinks that he’s causing Clavis trouble now, just wait until the future when Clavis will pay back the trouble tenfold. So, if anything, Clavis encourages Cyran to cause lots of trouble now.

Besides, just think about all the bananas Clavis will force future Cyran to eat, and how friendly Cyran will become with a shovel. It is clear to Emma that Cyran doesn’t understand the hell he will be facing. However, his depression seems to have lessened, and he has enough energy to look at Clavis with red eyes.

Cyran asks if Clavis really doesn’t hate him.

Clavis asks if there’s a reason he should hate Cyran.

Right. This is the man Cyran chose to follow.

Cyran wipes his eyes roughly and stands, regaining his composure. Clavis asks if he’s returning, and Cyran is. He hopes one day to be able to say that he made the right choice. He’s decided to move forward, so he won't dwell on all the choices he regrets.

Clavis laughs and agrees. He tells Cyran to go forward with dignity and tell everyone he is the genius knight who was recognized by Prince Clavis. Clavis stands as well, smacking Cyran on the back as the latter leaves the hut. Emma thinks he looks refreshed as if he is free of an evil spirit.

Emma can no longer question why Cyran follows Clavis.

Clavis turns to Emma and remarks that she claims to be from the future. Emma agrees, and tells him not to worry, in her future Clavis is always causing everyone trouble. Clavis laughs, this is the future he is predicting.

Clavis remains a strong person who has suffered many hardships and setbacks but stands up each time. He’s not invincible, but he won’t change his mind. No matter if those around him call him evil, Clavis remains stalwart in his own form of justice. Emma fell in love with him and his ability to pursue the ‘right’ path no matter the obstacles.

Clavis muses that if Emma is truly his future fiancé, that means he’s already manipulating her. Emma begins to agree before stopping and asking if this means Clavis believes her. She was positive he thought she was just the most recent lunatic.

Clavis admits that Emma was acting as if she understood what he was doing without needing him to explain himself. It actually makes more sense that she’s a woman from the future rather than a woman who just met him and understands him immediately.

Besides, which explanation is more interesting?

Yep, that’s Clavis for you.

Besides, if she’s going to cause some mischief, it might as well happen under his protection. He’ll help Cyran, and he’ll help out her, who is suspected of being a spy.

Emma thanks him and tells him that she needs his help to figure out a way to get back to her original time. Clavis promises to help her, there’s nothing he can't do. He smiles happily as he begins to walk towards the entrance of the hut.

As reliable as always. Emma finds herself falling in love with Clavis all over again. Maybe that’s her destiny, to constantly fall in love with Clavis over and over again.

The scene blurs and Emma blinks her eyes to clear it.

She awakes, lying on a bench in the garden as dusk falls. Weird, she was positive she was in a cabin in the woods just a moment ago.

Well, of course she’s not, she’s in Clavis’ mansion’s garden. Maybe she was dreaming?

Dreaming, Clavis asks directly into her ear. Emma shouts and jumps, only to find Clavis, the root of all evil, laughing at her. He praises her response and will give her a 10 out of 10 for that reaction.

Dryly, Emma notes that Clavis has returned, and he explains that Cyran told him that she was waiting for him in the outside garden. Of course, he would come rushing after her. In good spirits, he spreads open his arms and asks for his ‘welcome back’ kiss.

It’s natural to fall in love with Clavis. The past, present, and the future Clavis is always the best.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The Beast Wants to Tempt the Little Rabbit (Matias vs Clavis)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

Clavis: "Haha, found you. So this is where you work."

Emma: "Prince Clavis!?"

After completing my duty as a belle, I returned to my peaceful life, but then Clavis appeared out of nowhere, causing me to drop the book I was reading on the counter.

Clavis: "That reaction. You missed me that much, huh? Then feel free to leap into my arms."

Emma: "I'll pass. Anyway, who's that gentleman next to you?"

Standing right behind Clavis was a man I didn't recognize. Despite his rugged appearance and equally imposing presence as Clavis, he had an impeccable posture and charisma that naturally drew attention.

Matias: "Pardon me. I'm Matias Asbrink, a friend of Clavis. Nice to meet you."

Emma: "Nice to meet you. I'm Emma."

Matias: "Are you also a friend of Clavis?"

Emma: "Um, no, we're just acquaintances."

Clavis: "How can you say that? You and I have been through so much together."

Matias: "Is that so?"

Emma: "You're right. We experienced all sorts of things together. You convinced me to be your partner in crime for all your mischief-making and even dragged me all over the palace."

Matias: "I see."

Emma: "So, why are you here, Prince Clavis?"

Having endured countless misadventures thanks to Clavis during my time at the palace, I couldn't help but be cautious.

Clavis: "That's because I've appointed you as our tour guide!"

Emma: “Tour guide?”

(What's that supposed to mean?)

Clavis smiled and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Clavis: “You see,��Matias here is the prince of Acroite, the land of snow and law.”

Emma: “Prince!?”

Clavis: “It’s only natural to entertain the honored guest, so I thought of organizing a Rhodolite tour.”

Clavis: “Emma, you’ve been living in this city since you were born.”

Clavis: “That means you know more about this place than I do.”

(Well, I might have a bit of confidence in that.)

Clavis: “Therefore, I’d like you to assist with the tour.”

Clavis: “And having a woman around like Matias would add to the charm, don’t you think?”

Matias: “She seems to be a bookstore clerk. Aren't we bothering her?”

(He seems surprisingly reasonable for someone who’s Clavis’s friend.)

I know firsthand that nothing good comes from being involved with Clavis, but if I refuse now, it might inconvenience Prince Matias.

(Yeah, there’s no way I can just ignore it.)

Emma: “Owner! Did you hear our conversation?”

The owner peeked out from the back of the shop.

Akatsuki: “No problem. Be careful out there.”

Emma: “Thank you very much.”

Clavis: "Haha, I knew you'd definitely help."

Matias: "I'm sorry if it feels like we're forcing you, but thank you, Miss Emma."

Emma: "No, it’s fine. I'll do my best to make you enjoy Rhodolite."

(I need to keep a close eye on Clavis to make sure he doesn't go off the rails.)

Most of the time, the words peace and safety escaped me when I was with Clavis.

Unfortunately, this time, too, it seemed to have already escaped me.

Emma: "Um, Prince Clavis."

Clavis: "What's up? Are you impressed by my thoroughness?"

Emma: "No, I was just wondering why there's a white horse here."

As we exited the bookstore, I saw a quiet and wise-looking white horse tethered nearby.

While it wouldn't be unusual for a means of transportation to be there, the fact that there was only one raised some questions.

(It doesn't look like they rode together.) 

Matias: "It's a magnificent horse. Is it a warhorse?"

(Prince Matias seems surprised as well.)

Clavis: "Yes, he's Chevalier's partner. But today, he's your companion, Matias."

Matias: "What do you mean?"

Clavis: "You'll be riding this horse to get around from now on."

Matias: "And what about you and Miss Emma?"

Clavis: "We have important tasks to attend to."

Flashing his brightest smile, he signaled to Cyril, and he reluctantly brought over two baskets.

Upon seeing what was inside, I tilted my head in confusion.

Emma: "Rose petals?"

Clavis: "Yup, you'll be in charge of the rose petals with me."

Emma: "Prince Clavis, what the hell are you planning?"

Clavis: "I'm glad you asked."

With a lively expression, Clavis took out a red sash worn by princes during ceremonies.

Noticing the unusually placed sash before me, I couldn't help but groan.

Emma: "I understand."

Emma: "Prince Matias, let's run away."

Matias: "Are you suggesting that we elope?"

Emma: “Elope?”

(Why are his eyes so serious?)

Clavis: "Haha! Hold on a second, Emma. You seem to be misunderstanding something."

Emma: “I'm not misunderstanding anything. I've seen through all your plans.”

Emma: "You're going to put that sash that says 'today's star of the show' on Prince Matias and have him march through the streets on horseback, aren't you?"

Clavis: "My goodness."

Clavis: "I knew you were brilliant, but I never expected you to be this perceptive!"

Emma: "Let's run, Prince Matias!"

Matias: "And then, we'll find an eternal paradise where no one else can enter."

Emma: "Prince Matias?"

Matias: "Ah, sorry. I was lost in thought."

(Did I hear him say something weird just now, or am I imagining things?)

Clavis: "Matias, here, take this."

Emma: "Ah!"

We were unable to escape in time; Clavis had already handed him the sash.

Matias: “Rhodolite has an unusual way of sightseeing.”

Clavis: “You’re a special guest, so you need to be welcomed not only by me and Emma but by the town citizens as well.”

(Yeah, it’s over.)

Clavis: "People, behold! Make way for our distinguished guest!"

In the end, there was no way a girl like me could stop Clavis, so I reluctantly scattered the petals and followed along as Matias, riding on a white horse, moved forward.

Woman: "What is Prince Clavis up to this time?"

Man: "He's a distinguished guest, apparently. I'm not quite sure what's happening, but maybe we should just go along with it?"

Being used to Clavis' antics, the people of Rhodolite quickly adapted to the situation.

Every time Matias passed by, people applauded and cheered. Before we knew it, we had become the center of attention.

Matias: "This also requires a strong spirit."

Emma: "Prince Matias, if it's uncomfortable for you, I can stop..."

Matias: "No, it's fine. If this is Rhodolite's way of welcoming guests, then so be it."

Matias: "By the 62nd precept of the Asbrink family motto, let us proceed."

(What's with that motto? "Accept the kindness of others," or something like that?)

Making up his mind, Prince Matias waved to the cheering crowd and made the surroundings even livelier.

Woman: "He's quite charming, isn't he?"

Woman: "Yeah. But goodness, his overwhelming charisma is almost suffocating."

(It looks like Prince Matias is especially popular among women.)

(Well, I can understand why. He's so handsome and has tremendous sex appeal.)

Woman: "If only Prince Clavis would stay silent and just be a feast for the eyes."

Woman: "Yeah, he's handsome, but only on the surface."

(Clavis is getting quite the remarks.)

Clavis: "Hm."

Clavis: "This is rather unsatisfactory."

Part 2 ╎ Matias End ╎ Epilogue

[dicenete]

Finished Silvio's route, solid 8/10. I mean I still have questions and things I wanted to see explored. Like more about Silvio's past and why he behaved why he did. I mean I got a glimpse of it in the dramatic route a bit. Maybe I will do the romantic route too someday. Congrats Silvio, you got into the second playthrough team. But I'm satisfied with this. So here are some sketches of the ultimate tsundere. I really love that the guy that is all about the money and wealth has taken blue as his primary color. And it is that Lapis Lazuli kind blue = one of the most, if not, the most expensive pigment made. I'm really curious why his hair has a small tuft of dark blue color there. Has he dyed it? Is it natural?

Also more my ramblings... In the prologue, as they set the world, they talk about how this game takes place in late medieval time. (of course a fictional world, but not like fantasy, with magic and such (shame really, I would love there to be some magical elements there)). BUT the clothes... the fashion... They are very modern in many aspects. I know, i know, this is very nit picky of me. This is pretty much like Bridgeton. A period fiction. But really, they didn't need to go give us a reference to a certain time period xd They could have left it even more vague. But alas... This is not really a criticism, as I can totally see past this. I just find it funny.

BUT ONE THING THAT MADE ME PUT MY PHONE DOWN FOR A MINUTE WAS THIS:

My young horse girl self just was ready to smack Silvio off his horse. You don't use reins to encourage horse to go faster! Not even with the carriages either. But especially not when you actually ride a horse. Reins are for steering and slowing down. You use weight and your legs to apply pressure to horse's sides to encourage them to go faster. (ideally you could do this only by using weight, but that needs skill and a sensitive and well trained horse.) Routes and ratings so far (my opinion purely, there is nothing else to it really): 1. Clavis's route, dramatic ending + epilogue. I laughed so much and the theme was very interesting. Cyran was MVP. 9/10 2. Silvio's route, dramatic ending + epilogue. He was an asshole, I wasn't disappointed. Enjoyed the ride and the political shit with usage of money. Giving me Itachi vibes with the gesture of messing your hair. Could have used more Carlo. Also where is Emidio?? 8/10 3. Licht's route, dramatic ending. He edgy but sweet. I wanted to see more of twins being twins and I got some of that. I was happy :slight_smile: And he loves horses, more points from that. 7.5/10 (the reason why I didn't do epilogue for Licht was because I didn't use walkthrough and I didn't want to start paying for those points :0 4. Nokto's route, dramatic ending + epilogue . Playboy, got what I asked for. Entertaining. Could have needed more time with Licht. I want to see brothers being brothers. 7/10 I see my style evolve and I kinda like it. Indulging my teenage aesthetic. Sometimes face shapes get all weird and I'm not sure if it is because they are weird or that I'm becoming blind to them and am just trying to find something weird.

[xxsycamore]

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝟔𝟗

↬ 📜 The Belle Covenant, Clause 69: "A just king ought to give his country as much as he takes. Belle is to oversee his equal sharing, for he must learn to treat his country the way he treats a lover." Emma initiates 69 with each prince. You know, for political reasons.

Leon x Emma; Chevalier x Emma; Yves x Emma; Nokto x Emma; Licht x Emma; Jin x Emma; Clavis x Emma; Luke x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: 69 (Sex Position); Oral Sex; Rough Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Bathroom Sex; Gentle Sex; Rough Sex; Deepthroating; Blow Jobs; Face-Sitting; Multiple Orgasms; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that's right, last year's one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY 1: ORAL SEX | SIXTY-NINE

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The Belle Covenant, Clause 69:

"A just king ought to give his country as much as he takes. Belle is to oversee his equal sharing, for he must learn to treat his country the way he treats a lover."

"Now, Prince Leon, let's see if you're more of a taker or a giver…"

Propped up on his elbows on the bed, Leon had just told Emma he's hers to play with. He's so casual as ever, always there for her, ready to give a shoulder where she needs it. From how well they clicked it was bound to happen sooner or later, ending up in the same bed. Seeing Emma turn around and straddle his torso, Leon is pretty sure she's taking him for a ride.

Until she gets all comfortable with his cock in her mouth, retaining this position.

Now, Leon is not the one to idly sit and be pleased by someone without returning the gesture. It just doesn't sit right with him, when all it takes is a swift maneuver and Emma's leaking pussy would be right in front of his face and ready to be ravished.

The vigor with which Leon swirls his skilled tongue inside her depths can only be rivaled by the way hers wraps around the girth of his cock, tracing the delicious vein that protrudes on its side. She switches for teasing the slit of his tip, and Leon groans; the pleasure ricocheting right back to her core in the form of a sultry vibration.

"Suck it harder. Damn it, Emma, just like that… I'm going to cum, Emma. Cum with me."

They're locked in this loop of giving and taking all the way until their mutual peak hits. Hard.

Leon surely is a master of this trade, in addition to guiding her and praising her. She hums in bliss and takes a mental note of his skills, for future reference.

Chevalier is a tough nut to crack. First, he needs a good reason to cooperate regarding any of the clauses in the list. Why would he care? Second, he needs a good reason to comply specifically with the absurdish idea that Emma poses about 'testing his justness'. So she gets a little creative and a little mischievous, and gives him the necessary push.

In a little game of (big) cat and mouse, Emma jumps from the sofa to the bed before Chevalier can put his claws on her. Backed against the headboard of the bed, she has nowhere to escape, but the book that started it all remains in a secure hold against her chest.

"I'll give you your precious book back if you give me something in return. Or does the mighty future king of Rhodolite not see it fit to give in order to take?"

"The 'mighty future king of Rhodolite' doesn't fancy anyone touching his property with their dirty little hands," He looms in closer, caging Emma's body with his own, knowingly intimidating her, "And he has nothing to negotiate with thieves."

The book is snatched from her hands without much fight, and Emma sinks further down the headboard in defeat. The wise thing to do would be to retreat and rethink her strategy - and definitely not to try and seduce an angry Chevalier by letting out an accidental whine while she's still trapped sprawled beneath him in his lair.

Chevalier remains there, only raising an eyebrow - he shouldn't be too surprised by her open provocations at this point, but it's like he senses something genuine in her supposed act.

"You're hopeless, simpleton."

A sequence of Emma's half-spoken questions and puzzled sounds is merely background noise to the rapidly changing pace of events, as the big cat in front of her lies down and turns on his back. It's not exactly the equivalent of it trustingly showing its belly for rubs.

Emma's slightly trembling legs are gotten a secure hold of, as Chevalier drags her closer and on top of him - almost trying to be gentle but failing - until she's practically straddling his face.

Her pulse quickens rapidly as if she's been granted a throne she is unworthy of.

Just for tonight, she shuts her eyes and accepts the empowering pleasure it entails.

Sucking on her aroused nub until she sees stars, he almost makes her forget the idea behind this ordeal, until she has to remind herself about working for his pleasure too. Chevalier almost doesn't let her - at first, she thinks it's an additional dragging on of things for him, a bother. Once he lets her play with his intimidatingly big cock, though, it proves to be something different. The prideful second prince catches up with her heightened arousal shockingly quickly. His ministrations become sloppier. Such an exchange of pleasure, Emma concludes, is unfamiliar to him. He masks it very well - because by the time she reaches her own orgasm, it feels euphoric. He gave her a lot, and he took a lot, too.

Yves is almost too pretty right now. Emma laments not having him eat her out in a pose where she can watch his pretty face, his perfect features pressed into her cunt, his cute little nose squished against her clit.

His cupid's bow kissing her glistering, swollen pussy lips.

Yves maneuvers his frame swiftly over her body, just-bathed porcelain skin smelling of expensive oils and silky-to-the-touch caresses ghosting over Emma's equally cared-for body, as they shared intimacies in the bath beforehand. 

Their exchange of pleasure is harmonic; voices joining together in a melody as they moan, aromas entangling in the air and delicate sensations as they roll in the clean, luxurious bedsheets. Yves softly guides Emma's body sideways before laying down the opposite way, muscles relaxing all over, safe for the ones of their sexes which are maddeningly pulsing in a chase towards a mutual peak.

Yves' love would trick you with tasting rigid demand coated with egoism; then reminiscent of a dessert with soft-crème heart, upon a bolder bite you'll discover what having your senses spoiled really feels like.

From someone with a mouth as big as Nokto's, Emma expects nothing but a big performance to come. She's in for a little more than she bargained for, she finds out as soon as her world turns upside down.

Looking at Emma now, Nokto connects the dots rather quickly as to why she's suddenly feeling coquettish like that - lounging on his couch whenever he's around is one thing, but getting so comfy that she's basically dangling her legs over the backrest, her best bedroom eyes following Nokto upside-down… He wonders if his antics are rubbing off her, or if she's giving him a taste of his own medicine. Hands folded casually on her belly, she finally poses the question that's been hanging heavily in the air, while Nokto dresses himself for another night out. It's now or never.

Emma is suddenly the fox's appetizer when he leans down and buries his face between her legs, the hem of her dress conveniently ridden up on her waist as if to clear his way. 

She's never before given a blowjob upside-down but she likes a challenge. Nokto's crouch is right there in front of her face, so she makes quick work of his belt that he hasn't even fastened all the way earlier during his preparations for going out. It works out surprisingly well, a quick and explosively pleasurable deal sealed with a gush of fluid on their tongues.

Nokto works swiftly when there is gain for him, and surprisingly plays fair, too.

Like the carnivore he is deep inside, Licht loves taking his pray to his den. His room is mostly veiled in darkness and Emma's eyes are not well-adjusted to it by the time Licht begins ravishing her, but there is no fear in her heart. His tonguing on her heated core is calculated and it's nothing greater than what her body can take - and it comes naturally to her to want to give him something in return.

They're in no hurry, taking turns pleasuring each other, usually one being breathless and halting ministrations because of those of the other party. Emma feels shy being so vocal with a partner that only occasionally grunts every now and then. His giving is silent but evident and abundant, and she feels like putty in his strong hands. Licht takes long sweeps of his tongue on her sex, dragging her whole body back and forth with the impact, not caring that the bobbing of Emma's head turns sloppier. Once he releases his pent-up desire whole in her mouth, he tells her to spit if she wants - and feels his blood rushing forth hotly when she doesn't. In the much-appreciated post-sex cuddles session afterward, Emma catches a glimpse of a smile and dozes off contently.

Everything Emma learned about Jin's sex life, she learned against her will. Though it would be a lie if she said she wasn't once curious whether the rumors were true.

Her observations so far are that as many women the first prince has taken to bed, he is in the habit of behaving like he hasn't been with one in ages. Paying attention to every naked millimeter of her skin, Jin's hands never stop roaming, pleasuring, loving. He also eats her out as if he hasn't put food in his mouth for decades, she notices - a deep masculine grunt leaving his throat at the first taste of her hot juices on his tongue. He is a big boy who doesn't mind getting dirty, and that might be the best thing about him, as much as Emma refuses to admit. His technique is worked to perfection - the youthfully needy opening act serving just to trick her. It's funny how she attempted to blow him first and then turn it into a hot sixty-nine from there, when in reality he was the one to initiate that. Jin always struck her as the person who likes to sit back in his seat, one hand propping up his chin, one on her head, as he's been serviced. But he is a giver, a damn good giver.

Emma doesn't know why she had expectations of Clavis doing this straightforwardly and fairly, when he's already a well-known menace outside the bedroom. Being naked and open for his cruel teasings, for the touch of those wicked fingers that aim to irritate and to never satisfy, it drives her crazy. Clavis demands to be the one touching her and not the other way around - after all, there are so many ways to play with a bunny like Emma, why limit themselves to some boring position? Clavis has Emma climaxing twice on his fingers before he finally allows her to return some of the pleasure, guiding his flushed tip past her thoroughly kissed and swollen lips. She then understands - for all Clavis is worth, he's prone to becoming an absolute mess once pleasured. The little delicious gasp falling from his beautiful curved lips soon turns into a hearty moan, laced with desperateness and lust as he pushes Emma's head to urge her to take more of his cock inside her tight, warm throat. His little plan of turning her into a pliant, overstimulated pile of limbs is unsuccessful when he possesses a voice so erotic it sees her hunger awaking once again, head full of thoughts about riding him until sunrise. In addition, Clavis seems to enjoy the rougher manner of Emma seating her dripping cunt directly on his face, leaving him almost no room to breathe. Maybe riling her up was all in favor of receiving her harsh command of "Shut up already and pleasure me properly!"

The chances of coming with the upper hand when bargaining with Clavis are low, but the headaches are always worth it in the end.

Luke should have been the gentle giant who lets Emma catch a breather even in moments of burning lust. That's how she always imagined him to be with a lover - barely-there touches exchanged between relaxed sighs, lying down in some secluded napping spot that would once again serve its true purpose once every last drop of pleasure is squeezed out of their bodies.

Well. While it does sound good enough to Emma, she wouldn't trade her current position for anything in the world.

Adrenaline rushing all through her body, Emma's heart is about to leap out of her chest with the sheer lasciviousness of how Luke has her right now.

Someone as tall and strong as him, she should've prepared herself to be putty in his hands. To be folded in positions she couldn't paint with her imagination… or, like right now, to be picked up with her ass up and held in the air as Luke shamelessly devours her cunt.

With pleasure rendering her silly, she can't possibly hold back from attempting to suck his cock while in this position, even if its massiveness in its full erect glory intimidated her at first. For the timid, vanilla experience she expected, fucking like animals is the last thing she saw coming from Luke - and she suddenly finds himself at his mercy as he has complete control over her body.

The aftercare is more reminiscent of her initial thoughts, and coming down from her high never felt better. Once you awaken the slumbering monster inside the youngest prince of Rhodolite, you're in for more than you bargained for.

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Book of Memories ~ Chevalier and Licht ~

Card story

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

While taking a walk around court, I noticed that the training hall was unusually lively.

My instincts screamed that things were getting oddly heated and my curiosity made me go over to check it out—

I came across a suspicious figure hiding behind a pillar near the entrance, peering in.

Emma: Prince Licht, what are you doing here?

Licht: Shh.

With a single glance, Prince Licht gestures for me to hide.

When I obediently lined up beside him, his garnet eyes returned to the training hall.

Licht: If you’re here to watch, it’s better if you don’t get caught. Because he might charge you an observation fee later.

(What’s happening inside…?)

Like Licht, I peeked inside.

The large space was filled with knights belonging to the foreign affairs faction.

In the center was not Nokto, Clavis, or Luke, but Prince Chevalier.

The crowd watched as Prince Chevalier swung his sword against a knight.

The heat in his eyes was so intense that even I could feel it from the outside.

Emma: I’ve had the chance to observe some of the foreign affairs faction’s training sessions… I feel like it’s rare to see Prince Chevalier here.

Licht: Normally, this is either the head knight’s or Clavis’ job. But on rare occasions, Chevalier will take part.

Emma: To exercise?

Licht: No, I think it’s to boost morale. Chevalier’s the strongest knight on the battlefield, so all soldiers admire him. In fact, knights from the foreign affairs faction often assemble here for Chevalier. While many fear the brutal beast, his exceptional strength maintains high morale. It’s a different kind of charisma from Leon’s.

(...I’ve never seen Licht be this talkative)

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Prince Chevalier.

Emma: …Do you admire him too, Prince Licht?

Licht: …

Emma: You do, don’t you?

Licht: Stop grinning.

Emma: I’m calm.

Licht: …You could say that.

Emma: By the way, may I ask what you admire about him?

Licht: Why?

Emma: I’d like to use this as reference when choosing a king as Belle.

Licht: … ..As you can see, every one of Chevalier’s movements with his sword is calculated. Not a single pointless movement, no hesitation, and no gaps.

His swordsmanship itself is a national treasure-level work of art.

(Certainly…Even the untrained eye can see that Prince Chevalier’s swordsmanship is beautiful)

(Rather than a technique for killing, it’s a martial art that captivates people)

Licht: Only Chevalier, or perhaps the legendary Knight of Roses in the past, can draw such refined swordsmanship. It’s not the sort of thing that comes from hard work or anything like that.

It’s natural talent.

Emma: But aren’t you similar, Prince Licht?

Licht: …How so?

Emma: I don’t know how to explain it, but…the swordsmanship, footwork… Look, I’ve also observed the domestic affairs faction’s training. For some reason, I feel as if you’re making similar movements.

Licht: That’s because… I’m imitating him.

Emma: Imitating?

Prince Licht sighed in resignation after a moment of hesitation. 

Licht: I saw it by chance, a long time ago. In the training hall at midnight, I saw Chevalier swinging his sword…

~~ Flashback ~~

Licht: …

The scene was like stepping into a world of art painted by a master artist.

Every time the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man swung his silver sword, it drew a line in the empty air.

The repeated swings drew beautiful, overlapping arcs with ease, leaving afterimages.

That was when a younger boy first learned the true meaning of “art”.

Chevalier: What do you want, shut-in?

Licht: …That was how I was a few years ago

Chevalier: You’re not that different now.

Licht: I’m…fine with swords now.

Chevalier: You seem to be avoiding people.

Licht: …

Chevalier: If you have nothing to say then get out of my way. Leave.

Licht: …No. Just let me stay for a little longer. I’ll be quiet.

Chevalier: Your staring is annoying.

Licht: Then I’ll close my eyes too.

Chevalier: …

Licht: Hey…

Chevalier: Aren’t you supposed to stay quiet?

Licht: I just want to ask you a question.

How can I become as skilled with a sword as you, brother?

Chevalier: Don’t ask worthless questions. No one swings a sword for the sake of improvement.

Licht: Then, for what reason?

Chevalier: For a good cause. On the battlefield, the weak die and only the strong survive. If you can’t handle a sword, you won’t accomplish anything.

Licht: What’s your cause?

Chevalier: What a foolish question.

Licht: …To protect the country?

Chevalier: …

Licht: I see… I never thought about that.

Chevalier: Of course you haven’t. You’re narrow-minded. This is a problem to address before skill.

Licht: …

Chevalier: If you’re also royalty then think on it. What do you want to accomplish next, now that you can keep yourself from killing your other half.

Licht: …

Chevalier: Then we’ll continue this discussion.

~~ Flashback ends ~~

Licht: —I’ve been thinking about that ever since. I’ve always been watching Chevalier’s sword like this.

Emma: Prince Licht…

Licht: That’s why I think the only similarity is movement.

But actually, it’s not the same at all, just an imitation… But, yeah…That’s why they look similar in your eyes.

Those garnet eyes shrouded in darkness seemed to soften a little.

Emma: You look a little happy.

Licht: I admire him…Is that bad?

???: It seems the domestic affairs faction has plenty of free time.

Emma and Licht: ?!

Suddenly, a chilling voice rings out and we turn our heads at the same time.

At the entrance of the training hall stood Prince Chevalier with his arms folded and not even out of breath.

(We got too caught up in our conversation!)

Chevalier: You outsiders are in the way. Leave.

Licht: Come on, just a little more.

It seemed like Prince Licht became defiant, stepping out from behind the pillar and brazenly confronting Prince Chevalier.

Licht: Let her watch. Emma wants to see.

Emma: Prince Licht, too, right?

Licht: I’m escorting…

Emma: Ah, you sneak.

Chevalier: I don’t care. But if you don’t want to be kicked out—

Icy blue eyes turned to the knights standing in line, led by a red-haired knight.

Chevalier: You’ll have to go against them and win.

Licht: Easy…

Prince Licht drew his sword and headed toward the center of the training hall without a moment of hesitation.

I felt the foreign affairs faction’s knight’s enthusiasm rise.

Emma: Prince Licht’s also very popular.

Chevalier: …

Emma: …He says he admires you, Prince Chevalier.

Chevalier: What nonsense. To think so highly of me… Beautiful swordsmanship means you don’t hesitate to kill. My swordsmanship is not human. If he does not want to become a beast, then stop imitating me.

(...This is what Prince Chevalier thinks)

Prince Chevalier leaned against the wall and began to watch Prince Licht swing his sword against a knight.

I stood beside him and followed his movements, which were as refined as a sword dance. 

Chevalier: In that sense, I don’t believe Mime will ever catch up to me. It’s too much of a “waste”.

Emma: That sounds like a compliment…

Chevalier: …

Emma: By the way, I heard something from a maid. In the castle, there’s this debate about who among you, Prince Leon, and Prince Licht is the best swordsman.

Chevalier: A pointless discussion.

Emma: It’s you, isn’t it?

Chevalier: No, the one who serves the greatest cause is the strongest.

Emma: I see…

Chevalier: If that one finds a cause, he will become better than he is now.

(Prince Licht respects Prince Chevalier, but…)

(It seems as if Prince Chevalier expects a lot from Prince Licht)

Emma: Are you looking forward to that day?

When I asked that probing question, he just laughed scornfully like usual.

(Thought so…)

(I’ll let Prince Licht know first thing when he comes back)

(No doubt he’ll be really pleased)

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Crimson Roses

Cyran x MC Angst/Hurt/Comfort ~1.5k words Prompts: determination, love, loyalty

My entry for Wish Upon an Aide Creation Challenge & the collaboration with none other than @wordycheeseblob ! Saki prepared the artwork -- the story is inspired by it.

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The clacking of high heels called order in the halls. The maid leaped off the sill and onto the floor, hands smoothing out any real and imaginary creases present over her uniform. Mildly embarrassed, she lowered her head. “Do you know where Cyran is?” Emma asked. “The word has it that Sir Rose has not returned.”

“Did you hear? Prince Clavis returned tonight, just before the dawn,” a maid chirped, vigorously polishing one of the tall windows lining the hallways in the residential wing of the palace. Not quite ladylike, she stuck out her tongue and stood on her very tiptoes, the cloth in her hand coming just short of reaching the upper end of the frame. She put her knee up on the windowsill.

“Truly? No, no, I wasn’t aware, no. And…?” her companion mused. “This is rather disgraceful, dear.”

“It is not like anybody is going to see.” The girl pushed herself further up, to eventually stand rather steadily, one pristine hand pressed against the wall for stability. A single stray strand sneaked out of her updo and fell over her forehead, perhaps challenging her to blow it back into place. “Besides, that’s not important.”

“That is youngster’s naivete,” the other sighed. “Well, what was it that you heard then?”

Hooks were undone and knobs were turned. The white apron billowed on the wind as a handful of rowdy gusts rushed inside, more than ready to rummage through the princely chambers and other kingly dwellings. “So you are curious!” She winked. “Apparently he was beaten all black and blue, so he won’t make any appearances for a while… And the word has it that his first knight, Sir Rose —”

The clacking of high heels called order in the halls. The maid leaped off the sill and onto the floor, hands smoothing out any real and imaginary creases present over her uniform. Mildly embarrassed, she lowered her head.

“Do you know where Cyran is?” Emma asked.

“The word has it that Sir Rose has not returned.”

***

Sir Rose has not returned, Emma was told by what felt like a hundred of mouths.

He hasn’t made it home.

He had to stay back.

They were supposed to meet up at an inn, but…

… but there was nothing following that “but”. Angered or desperate, or perhaps both, so thoroughly dissolved in each other that they ceased being either, she stood before Clavis’ room. The oaken door stared her down, old dark knots furrowing their grain-brow. A guest uninvited, Emma turned and pressed and pulled and pushed at the brass knob – and although it replied each time, be it with a bzzzt or a whoop or a snap, the door did not budge.

“Prince Clavis?” She knocked. Emma took a step back, anticipating some sort of explosion, or a contraption, concoction, trap… Something, anything, to befall her.

Nothing had.

“Prince Clavis?!”

Nothing.

“Clavis, goddammit!”

Not a thing, regardless of how hard her fist struck. Thinking it was just a cruel joke, a tactless prank, Emma let her feelings pound away at the wood, impact shaking her down to her very bone marrow. Hinges rattle-cackled, laughing only louder the longer she fought. As futile as it was, Emma did not lack in persistence. No, far from it – her will was a rock, only solidified by the gossip still churning in her mind.

It was only when the afternoon sun tinted the corridors in vibrant vermillion, so very familiar, that Emma regained some of her reason. She hid her bruised hand in her skirt, head hanging low.

“Clavis?” she called one last time, her voice rasp. To no answer, of course. Defeated and deflated, Emma turned away from the door, dreading being swallowed and digested by the ever-present silence.

***

Follow me —

Emma burst out of her room, carried forth and entrapped by the winds still lingering in the halls, little different from a gale herself. A force petrified with uncertainty, she clutched the letter to her chest. Her body did not hurt; it was the motion that found her, pulled her through the gaps between the hastily jotted down lines, made unstoppable by the sliver of hope setting her thoughts ablaze. She didn’t want to oppose it. Not when the singed paper fit in her palm so warmly, so crumbled and mistreated it could easily fall to dust. The previously dreadful corridors, overly long staircases, the dewy gravel and the shivering afternoon – it sped by her. Emma simply ran.

Follow me where red roses bloom under the cold skies.

The message was unnecessary; it had branded her mind the moment she’d first read it. A fresh burn, it sizzled and it howled, each of its whines revealing a fragment of the path. Like through a haze, Emma ran, faster than her legs could carry her. She skipped over the road leading to the town in a flash, the wicked buildings and their convoluted streets sprouting seemingly straight from the depths of the ground to entrap her. Not a single familiar path remained in place, trade signs playing the game of tag and rearranging themselves. The capital drowned in a mist conjured by the voice of a siren-heart, the cafes, restaurants, stores, all somehow bearing the familiar flickers of red hair, phantom figures moving behind the glass displays, playing out stories of days long lived through. Echoes of laughter coiled around her legs, the sweetest doubts weighing down her heart.

Emma ran.

Follow me where red roses bloom under the cold skies. I will —

He would.

So she had to meet him there.

Emma tore away old nostalgia strings. She averted her eyes from the coffee shops, forgot about the happy pair that once sat by the door and drank tea as golden as her eyes. She let go of the memory of the dark cherries, of her love’s delight, of the feeling of his hand over hers, of his lips and their timid caress. Cast away, they shattered under the heels of her shoes, the shards being swept under the hem of her skirt. She could collect them later, put them back together, smelt them anew if time allowed…

… if there was still time.

Emma ran.

Follow me where red roses bloom under the cold skies. I will meet you there after midnight strikes.

The town ceased, plains opening to greet her to then turn into hills. Completely in their domain, winds broke off the leash, trickster gusts pushing at her back while gales took her hands and pulled her onwards. Through the sea of swaying grass, past thorny blackberries, prickly thistles with their purple crowns and grooves and rivulets and other scrubs – Emma ran, out of breath despite having become the air personified. Stumbling as she did, she reached the clearing. Their clearing, although then it was already occupied, an all too familiar sword protruding from the ground. Scarlet blade stared at her, basked in the last of bloody sunlight.

Follow me where red roses bloom under the cold skies. I will meet you there after midnight strikes. I promise.

Red roses reeked of sweet decay as Emma took a shaky step. Abandoned by the strength of elements, she could all but crumble on the spot – yet even in that, she chose to crumble onwards, dragging her pained feet until she faced the dearly beloved sword properly. She set her hands on the hilt and sat on the ground. Accompanied only by the hooting of the owls, Emma closed her eyes, waves of desperation that led her thus far easing into a state of calm.

He promised, she repeated to herself. He promised, so he will come.

***

Brilliant sunlight had begun to flicker over the horizon line by the time Cyran made it back to the hill. Beaten and battered, still encased in the constraint of his military garb, he dragged himself through the winding path hidden among scrubs. A broken branch there, an odd clearing here – he did not notice anything. Not until he saw the carmine hue of Emma’s skirt, a rough scrap hanging off the raspberry branch, hardly different from the ripe fruit surrounding it.

Cyran run.

Metallic thudding banished exhaustion from his limbs, thunderbolts lending him their speed. The world ceased in a blur, light tore its way into the diminishing dark – and it was only after he entered the clearing that he was robbed of his might. Cyran forced his body to oblige to his demands, the woman he longed to see sleeping while sitting upright, hands propped on the hilt of his sword.

“Emma?” he whispered, not believing his eyes. She must have been soundly locked in her dreams, however, for she did not reply. As if cocooned in the fabric of the night, Emma swayed lightly, perfectly in sync with the crimson roses blooming around. Petals fluttered, few discarded ones lifting off the ground, huddling towards her to settle in her hair. Still just as surprised, Cyran sat down behind Emma, pulled her frame into his arms. She was a feather when she fell against his chest, so very light he feared his hands may be too rough to handle her. Nevertheless, he found his courage again and swept her hair aside, his fingers brushing against her cheek in reverence as he unveiled her visage. His touch descending to her neck, his arm reached to free her from her duty at the hilt —

“Cyran?”

He kissed her nape. “I’m back.”

His forehead pressed against her shoulder, Cyran prayed to always find her safely there, enchanted where the crimson roses bloomed under the clear skies.

--

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a story in which mc goes to the past and meets the child chevalier and the boy ends up having his heart stolen by belle

Anon, this fic has lived rent-free in my head for entirely too long. I hope you're still around to see this finally posted 😊

It Was You - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Different Universe, Same Love Content Creation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: free day (i'm not exactly sure what kind of au this falls into - time traveling? soul mates? something?)

Tags: fluff

Word Count: 1674 (so long i included a word count)

The skies were gray and the line was long as you stood and waited your turn, white rose in hand as  soft sobs and muffled whispers filled the air. Raindrops gently fell from the clouds, as if heaven, too, was mourning the loss of Rhodolite’s queen.

Two young boys stood in the distance, away from the crowds. And despite their distance, they somehow caught your eye. Your heart ached as you caught the sad expression on one of the boy’s faces; he must have been close to the queen and is grieving.

You tugged on the long sleeve of Mr. Akatsuki’s dark kimono, your wide eyes pleading. “Is it okay if I go see those boys over there? I’d like to offer my condolences.” Mr. Akatsuki turned and looked at the boys, noticing their elegant attire.

“Don’t stay long,” he replied.

“I won’t.” You turned to face the boys, the distance between you closer than you had initially thought.

As you approached the pair, their voices grew louder. 

“...from the books I’ve read. I thought I would feel something, even just a little bit, but –”

Your heart lurched; you were right, they were close with the queen.

The voices grew quieter and you couldn’t hear anything for a moment, but then you heard the same emotionless voice again.

“I realized this awhile ago, but somehow, I can only see things from a bird’s-eye point of view.”

Your heart ached hearing the young boy speak; he couldn’t be more than 10 years old. Such a young age to lose his mother. 

He must be hurting so much.

The boys, engrossed in their conversation, didn't even notice you approaching them.

“Hello?” you called out.

The two turned and looked at you. The boy with purple hair looked stunned, as if he had just heard a horrifying secret. 

The other boy, the one you had heard speaking earlier just stared at you silently, his ice blue eyes cold and emotionless.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to offer my condolences…”

“It’s not necessary,” the boy with blonde hair replied, coldly dismissing you.

“Chev, please,” the other boy spoke up. “This young lady came all the way over here to offer you her sympathy. Don’t you think, as the queen’s son, you could just accept it and say thank you?”

Chev, as the boy with purple hair called him, narrowed his eyes, and looked as if he was refraining from scowling. 

“I have no need for her sympathy, Clavis. You should know that better than anyone.”

Clavis approached you, a smile plastered on his face, clearly covering his grief. “You’ll have to excuse Chev. He’s so overcome with sadness that he’s forgotten his manners.” He took your small hands in his. “Allow me to accept your sympathies, on behalf of the royal family. Thank you.”

Having done what you came for, there was no reason for you to stay and intrude on them no matter what your heart was telling you. Lifting your skirt, you curtseyed and said your goodbyes to the pair.

But as soon as you took one step away, you turned around and walked right up to Chev and wrapped your arms around him.

“What are you –?” he asked, his arms awkwardly pinned to his sides by your embrace. 

“You looked like you needed a hug. Everyone deserves to love and be loved. And you lost one who loved you.” Your eyes met his, his blue eyes wide and wild like those of a caged animal. “So I’m giving you a hug today.”

You remained in the embrace until he calmed down, his body relaxed somewhat and his blue eyes returned to their cold, emotionless state. After letting go, you took a step back, your gaze holding his.

“Prince Chev, I’m really sorry about your mother,” you whispered before turning around and walking away, not giving him the chance to dismiss you again.

Clavis stared at his brother, your figure growing smaller in the distance. He watched Chev watch you walk away, and thought he detected what could be considered a ghost of a smile gracing Chev’s lips.

*****

The bookstore had been empty all afternoon, to which you were grateful as it gave you the time to finish reading. When the bell chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer, you quickly put your book away, readying yourself to work.

The gentleman who entered was tall and lean, pale blonde hair framing a face carved from marble, bright blue eyes intense as he perused the books on the shelves. Dressed casually in a black turtleneck and trousers, you wondered to yourself if he worked at the university as a professor and that was what brought him to the bookstore today. 

As he walked around the store, you got this feeling that you knew this man from somewhere. Probably a past customer, you told yourself.

But you’d remember a man so handsome, wouldn’t you?

“Excuse me, is Mr. Akatsuki in?” he asked, his tone curt.

“No, he’s out this afternoon. Can I help you with something?” 

“Yes, perhaps you can, I had ordered a number of books from him and was told they should be here.” 

“What is your name so that I can look for your order?”

“Chevalier Michel…” His voice trailed off as he looked away, clearly not a fan of social interaction.

Definitely not a professor, you told yourself as you went into the back room where Mr. Akatsuki kept all the orders. It wasn’t hard to find the order – it was a large stack of romance novels. Only romance novels. In many different foreign languages. Impressed, you were stacking the books, double checking the list to make sure everything was there, when it hit you.

Chevalier Michel. The Second Prince of Rhodolite. The late queen’s only son.

Chev. The boy you hugged on that sad day so many years ago.

Despite all the years that had passed, for some reason, your heart remembered him when he walked through that door into the bookstore.

You put the books down, an attempt to catch your breath, somewhat relieved in knowing he would not remember you, so there would be no need for any awkward conversations about that day.

How you had wondered about that little boy you met that cold, gray day. You had heard the stories about Bloodstained Roses Day; you had heard of the prince they called the Brutal Beast. 

But for some reason, the man waiting in the other room did not seem brutal nor beast-like to you. To you, he was a boy who had just lost his mother. 

“Here you go,” you said as you returned with the books, placing the pile before him. “Feel free to check over them and make sure everything is in order.”

Your hands were still on the books when his hand darted out, his fingers encircling your wrist.

“Do you remember me?” he asked, his voice cold and emotionless, much like it was all those years ago.

Your eyes widened in shock. “You remember me? After all these years?” 

“I don’t forget a name or a face. Ever.”

“Oh,” you whispered, swearing you felt his thumb gently caress the inside of your wrist. You closed your eyes, wishing for a moment that he was a professor and not royalty.

“I don’t normally come in to pick the books up myself…”

A chill washed over you as he removed his hand from your wrist, knowing you’d likely never see him again.

“Thank you. For the books.” He gathered the books in his arms, and without as much as a smile, he turned and walked out of the store and your life.

“Royalty and commoners cannot mix,” he muttered to himself, more reminder than commentary, as he closed the door behind him, leaving you for good.

*****

“Do you have any questions?” 

You looked at Sariel, who was waiting for your answer. Your eyes flicked down to the voluminous contract placed before you; your eyes flicked up and found eight sets of eyes on you.

No, that would be incorrect. Seven sets of eyes stared at you, one set looked down at the table, his eyes not meeting yours the entire meeting.

Sariel sighed as he stood up. “If you have no more questions, you have a bit of reading to do now.”

“Belle,” he added, as if to remind you of the role you just accepted. 

You quietly waved goodbye to Sariel and the other princes as they all left the room.

All but one.

He made his way towards the door, as if he was leaving with the others. But he shut the door, his body pressed against it, blocking any entry as he glared at you.

“You.”

A chill ran down your spine as he spit the word out, his body seething with controlled anger.

“I didn’t ask for this task….” you tried to reason.

How were you going to spend 30 days in this castle – his home – with him this angry.

“Of all the people in all the towns of Rhodolite, they had to pick you.”

“You keep appearing in my life. Why?” When his eyes finally met yours, you felt sadness, not anger.

Your heart ached; pushing back your chair, you stood and walked over to Chevalier, placing your palm on his cheek. 

He bristled at your touch causing you to slowly withdraw your hand.

“Don’t,” he whispered. He let out a low sigh before continuing. “No one has ever touched me.”

“Except me…”

“Except you.” 

His hand found yours and he tugged you roughly, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, his pale blue eyes softening, shards of ice melting. 

“It was you, all these years it was you. It was always you.” His lips crashed against yours in a kiss you had both waited a lifetime for. Deepening the kiss, he wrapped his arms around you in an awkward embrace.

“It will always be you.”

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Chevalier Romantic route rantings

Warning: This post contains spoilers about Chevalier Michel's route. More specifically his Romantic ending.

Sooooo, it is extremly rare for me to criticise Cheva's content. After all, as his absolute stan, i love everything this man does.

BUT i admit that I am not a fan of his romantic ending.

The reason is simple. But first of all a little summary of the events, for does who do not remember or for does who have not played the route but dont mind spoilers.

MC is with everyone at the battlefield. The campement where she is, is attacked and this is when the two ending branches.

In this I will only discuss the romantic one.

So, in the romantic ending, MC gets stabbed by a poisoned knife by the anti war faction and obsidian. They use her as a hostage and says 'if you want the antidote you gotta hand her off'. But Genius Cheva figures out the poison and have the antidote made badabim badaboum.

(Honestly I would have prefered it here if Clavis was the one who found the antidote, and Cheva being impressed by his brother's abilities, after all Clavis was the one who has been studying poisons. But this is not what this post is about so let's no dwell on that)

So MC is cured, Cheva goes to beat the anti war faction with his FIST, because MC says no Stabby stabby. And he somehow makes Obsidian sign a peace treaty and VOILA, war is over.

(Yes, the political plot of this game is extremely stupid, DO NOT start me on that, or this post will never end)

Soooo, MC and Cheva goes back to the castle, where MC is healing. Chevalier stays by her side most of the time as they spend quality time together. And before they know it, there only very few days left before MC has to choose a king, leave the castle and never see cheva again.

So MC asks Chevalier for one last favor, she wants him to dance with her. He accepts and they head to the ballroom where they have a very impactfull moment where MC tells him she is gonna choose HIM as a king and she tells him her reasons which leaves him speechless and i would say touched.

After that there dance ends, and MC start acting like Booboo the clown as she starts rambling, she tells cheva they should have a meal together sometimes before she leaves and turn away from him to hide her tears.

As of now, everything is fine. I have no objections to this developpement. But this is where it ticks me off.

Cheva hug MC from behind and literally ask her TO SLEEP WITH HIM!

Yes yes, he says dinner but he says he is famished and his hand touch mc's body subjectivly.

MC might be as dense as the mariana trench but she's not stupid and she agrees to the hanky panky.

And BIM BADABOUM they smash, in the trill of the action, mc asks him if he will remember her and he says NO which is obviously a lie. And that's literally it. They separate for a year and you guys know the rest.

Now you might ask, what do you not like about this, Yuki?

And i would say many things:

First, HOW DARE HE ASKS HER FOR HER FIRST TIME JUST LIKE THAT, MY CHEVA WOULD NEVER WTF. Remember everyone, this is not 21st century, it's literally around 1500 and around then a woman virginity was EVERYTHING to her. I was like well maybe the ikepri author created the ikepri universe differently and its not a big deal but silvio's romantic ending proved otherwise. I'm not gonna go into the details, i'll just say a woman first time is IMPORTANT. And Cheva most likely knew that. He would never ask her for it in such a way. Specially knowing he could not be her lover. It was one night only between them.

Also it is very irrational and the way cheva asked for it seemed calculated which i hate. I mean, there are no contraception during that era. Surely both knew what could happen after that night.

Then there is how that first time was written. It was only a few sentences and during the whole act MC was crying and all while Cheva was all smug saying 'You like that, don't you?'. I would have liked it if he showed some vulnerability in that moment. And don't tell me 'This is cheva we are talking about, he is not capable of doing that', he actually did in the dramatic ending.

This was supposed to be such an angsty dramatic scene, if only they gave it more attention it would have gave his route more dept and made the ending all the more satisfying.

THIS is how I think things should have happened:

-After the dance, MC still acts the same and says they should have a meal together.

-Chevalier agrees and says then let's have dinner together.

-MC accepts and they have dinner in his room. MC is nervous since this is her first time alone with him in her room since he knows of her feelings and it makes her hyperaware of him. Specially that whenever she look up at him she sees he is already staring at her. Like he wants to commit her to his memory.

-Cheva sees that and starts talking about a new book to calm her down.It works and soon enough they are sitting together on his bed and reading the book together in silence.

-Chevalier's reading speed is higher than hers and whenever he is done he just stares at her as he waits for her to finish the page.

-MC finish a page and look up toward Chevalier to see if he's done with it, but when she does he is already looking at her and there eyes meet.

-They stare at each others soul for a very long time in silence before they kiss, none of them knowing who made the first move.

-The kiss soon turn into a full makeout session on Chevalier's bed and the book fall to the floor in a tud.

-This bring Chevalier to his senses, it is not like him to act so irrationnaly.

-He pulls away from MC, but she pulls him back and that was all he needed for his logical facade to snap.

-They make love and as MC cry her heart out she sees that Cheva's usual ice cold expression is nowhere to be seen.

-His walls are completely gone and at that moment she has the REAL Chevalier in front of her.

She says she loves him but he does not answer her back. He knows that if he says it, it's gonna make even more difficult for her, so he just hugs her to him instead.

And that's how it ends.

What do you guys think? I'm really interested in you guys's opinion on this topic.

[scummy-writes]

[IKEPRI] Suitors Reacting to Mc Riding Their Thigh

Rating: explicit, minors dni

Suitors: Clavis, Gilbert

Prolouge: It happens as the two of you paw at the other's clothes, stumbing onto the bed between biting kisses. The lust is swirling through your mind, taking most reason away until you're whining, worked up to the point of throwing your leg over his thigh and seeking relief for the burning arousal coursing through you…

Clavis

"My my, you never told me we shared a love for legs, darling. Is this how you planned to tell me?"

His words are a tease as his eyes spark with amusement and arousal, his hands finding your hips. With his gentle grip, he encourages your pace to go faster, a smile slowly forming when it draws out a whimper for more.

"Or is it simply that I'm the only one who can bring you any pleasure now, hm? That not even your own hands can suffice anymore? Well, I'm flattered, truly. It's just…"

Deft fingers flip the hem of your skirt, no longer hiding the way your arousal seeps through your underwear. Entranced, Clavis hooks a thumb along the gusset to pull it aside, watching your lower lips slowly grind your excitement against his clothed thigh.

The damp spot had been evident though feeling alone, but now…Clavis stares, his own cock twitching at your unintentional show.

"I'm afraid you'll have to finish what you've started darling, since you've forgotten just how willing I am to ravish you once given the word."

Gilbert

"Oh? Is my little rabbit in heat?"

Gilbert's eye flashes with dangerous amusement as he watches you, ignoring how you fluster under his stare. He doesn't stop you, in fact he completely refrains from touching you at first, enjoying the frustration building up within you.

Each grind against his thigh slowly adds to your desperation. You can feel his hardened cock pressing against your leg, yet he still does nothing. Gilbert watches you get yourself off, refusing to aid you in any way, until a whimper slips out from you- and then he chuckles.

"What is it? Are you wanting something more fulfilling? Shouldn't you have asked for me before rutting against me like this?"

He doesn't let you speak before one hand rests on your hip, forcing your pace to slow as he grasps your chin with the other. Instinctively, as it rests against your plush lip, you take his thumb into his mouth carefully, suckling.

His eye narrows as he smirks, a thrill of pleasure shooting through you.

"You already know what I want in return, don't you? But I need to hear it from your pretty mouth, little rabbit. Tell me how much you need me."

(Whether you finish on his thigh or his cock, he'll make you lap up the mess.)

These are short and simple. I wrote an ikevamp version for three characters, and after a while I started thinking about Gilbert and Clavis in the same scenario. Just sorta wanted to get the Thoughts out! They both elude me, but I hope folks enjoy!

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Licht 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

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—In the forest—

Emma: “Then this is something you left behind when you were a child?”

Licht: “Yes.”

Emma: “Wow! What a precious treasure!”

Licht: “Precious?”

Emma: “It’s an important clue about your childhood, isn’t it?”

Emma: “It’s precious because it’s a piece of you that I don’t know.”

Licht: “…You’re the only one who wants to know that stuff.”

(Emma seemed to thin the box I left in the past was a ‘good memory of my childhood’.)

(But no.)

(…That’s not true—)

To me in the future.

If you’re opening this letter, it means you’re not dead.

Hey, why?

Why am I not dead?

I did something unforgivable.

I did something I shouldn’t be able to live with.

Did you forget about it?

Do you think it’s okay to forget?

Remember again. I’m a person who must die.

Don’t be happy.

Don’t forget.

Never forget again.

The night after the box from the past was dug up, I looked at the letter inside written in childish handwriting.

It was a voice blaming himself to drive his future self to death.

(…I’m glad Emma didn’t see this.)

(Maybe you didn’t realize…)

(I buried this box after I sinned.)

—Flashback—

Since that day, when I dyed my hands red and lost my emotions.

I threw all my personal belongings in my room into bags.

The reason was simple.

If you have personal belongings, you will trouble other people after you die.

With the thought of death in mind, the process of putting things in order progressed calmly.

The clothes my mother gave me as a reward, the presents I got from Sariel, the treasure I found with Nokto,

It didn’t take long for me to let go of one thing after another and empty the room.

However, there was one thing that moved me.

No matter how you looked at it, it was such a poorly drawl picture that you could only tilt your head and ask “What is this?”

--Internal Flashback—

Mother: “—It’s a place where everyone can live freely under the bright moon.”

Mother: “They danced and sang freely; it was like paradise on Earth.”

--end internal flashback—

My mother longed to live outside the court.

That’s why I wanted to take Nokto there with me someday.

I was the one who let that dream come to an end.

I’m sure it’s unforgivable to keep a picture of a dream at hand.

Even so—the hand stuck inside the bag wouldn’t let go of the drawing.

If you get rid of this, all clues of your mother’s longing will disappear.

Even though it had already become an unfulfilled dream, I ended up thinking such stupid things.

I have to let it go to clean up my affairs, but I can’t throw it away.

So, I decided to bury it deep underground.

Digging a deep hole alone in the forest at night, I dropped the box inside.

I will never dig again. Such a thing shouldn’t happen in a body that must die.

Even so, in the unlikely event that something goes wrong and you end up digging it up.

It means that “Me who forgot my sin” has sinned again.

Forgetting is not allowed. There should be no coming back…not for me.

So, I left a letter with the pictures.

To remind us of our forgotten sins.

--End flashback—

Licht: “…I know.”

Licht: “I never have forgotten our sin.”

My face was twisted in pain that made my breathing shallow.

My chest is burning hot. It feels as if it had been pierced by a stake.

Licht: “But one thing…”

I crushed the cursed letter and threw it in the trash can.

Licht: “I decided to live.”

Licht: “Sorry.”

Looking down at the crumpled letter, I pressed my hand against my chest hard.

(I’m sure Nokto remembers the dream… but I don’t want to be stuck in the past anymore.)

Even so, the curse left by me as a child was so powerful that the pain never went away.

A few days later—

Clavis: “Come on Licht. Your dearest big brother will take you to a good place.”

Licht: “Good or disturbing?”

My mischievous older brother suddenly appeared and majestically blocked the middle of the corridor.

(Lately Emma seemed to be up to something with Clavis.)

(I’m sure you’re planning something cute, but… out of everyone, why work with Clavis?)

It seemed that I had unconsciously stared at him, and my troublesome older brother’s face was filled with joy.

Clavis: “Oops! Is it murderous? It’s murderous. Now it’s jealousy!”

Licht: “If you know that, disappear.”

Clavis: “Good brother, I love jealousy.”

Licht: “…”

Clavis: “But yes… it doesn’t look like it’s going to be easy to get you to cooperate.

Clavis pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a sturdy rope.

(I don’t know what to do. I would run away… but what if Emma’s involved?)

(…)

After some hesitation, Emma’s face crosses my mind and after a vengeful resistance, I fell prey to the rope.

Things are different in the mountains I was transported to. As expected, Emma was there, but…

Emma: “Licht, are you okay?”

Licht: “You’re dressed like that…”

Licht: “…a dancer?”

Emma: “Yeah… it’s a little weird.”

It was a defenseless outfit that only covered the chest and lower half of the body and the fabric was a pattern that was rare for Rhodolite.

When Emma spun around on the spot, the cloth drew a beautiful trajectory, like a shooting star in the night sky.

All the jewelry she was wearing was something I’d given to her in the past, so at least that was familiar.

(Even foreign outfits look good on Emma… cute.)

Licht: “There’s nothing wrong with it. I was fascinated by it.”

Emma: “Ah, thank you, Licht.”

Clavis: “Haha… I suppose the teacher should leave early, it would be punishable to disturb the young couple.”

(…what does he mean ‘teacher’?)

Unusually for Clavis, he leaves really quickly.

I thought he was going to spy on us, but I didn’t feel any sign of his presence.

I look back at Emma, dressed as a dancer, she keeps her distance.

Then, she stretched her arms like a warm-up exercise.

Licht: “You, no way…”

Emma: “Yeah, it’s a traditional dance. Watch.”

With the full moon so bright it hurts my eyes, Emma begins to move.

It was a dance I’d never seen in Rhodolite.

(… I think it’s a dance from Tanzanite.)

Even though the surroundings are silent, Emma dances so happily that I can almost hear the music.

(I see. So that’s what he meant by ‘teacher’, huh…)

It was undoubtedly Clavis who had taught her. My troublesome brother had been to Tanzanite a long time ago.

Perhaps what Emma was gifting me wasn’t so much a dance as a dream of the past.

I can’t go to Tanzanite right now, but…

(Maybe it’s a kindness to make sure my dreams don’t end in pain.)

The picture of the dancer found in the treasury room overlaps with Emma, reviving my mother’s admiration.

(…come to think of it, I remembered something.)

(My… no, our, real dream wasn’t to go to Tanzanite or to take our mother out of the castle.)

(We just wanted to be loved.)

(That was the real dream.)

(I never stopped believing that if we left the court, my mother would love me.)

(…that’s why…)

(I couldn’t throw away the drawing… because I didn’t want to give up.)

Emma: “What…?”

Licht: “You’re cold.”

After Emma had given me a taste of Tanzanite,

I brought her to my room and held her to my shoulder, her skin was ice cold.

(I guess you were waiting outside for a long time.)

Emma: “…Then, can I have you hug me?”

Licht: “As much as you want.”

I hugged her and stroked her bare shoulders.

(Tanzanite is a desert country… it’s hot; so this kind of outfit isn’t suitable here.)

(…but…)

Licht: “…damn.”

Emma: “What?”

Licht: “When I think about you, I want to change your clothes, but…”

Licht: “The dancer outfit is so cute, I feel like I want to enjoy it a little more.”

Emma: “Then I won’t change clothes.”

Emma: “Enjoy it a lot.”

Licht: “…”

(This is unreasonable.)

Emma: “Eh, ah, wait a minute…!?”

I casually put the hand that was stroking her shoulder into her clothes.

Emma: “I didn’t mean that—”

Licht: “You provoked me.”

Emma: “… I provoked you? I guess…”

Licht: “You don’t like it?”

Emma: “Of course..”

Emma: “… I like it.”

Emma put her hand behind my neck and kissed me softly.

With that as signal, the air in the room suddenly became warm.

The more I entwined our tongues,, the deeper the stake in my chest from my past seems to sink.

(…it hurts…)

The dream of ‘wanting to be loved’ hidden behind the wish of a young child had now come true in a different form.

The object and type of love were different, but the fact that it is love didn’t change.

My past self would never allow it.

It’s not like I’m forgiving myself now either.

However, even if I’m not forgiven, I still love Emma.

(Because that’s my dream right now.)

Licht: “I think I should write another letter.”

Emma: “Letter?”

When our lips separate, I can see the thread of saliva that connects them.

Licht: “My past-self left a letter for the present me.”

Licht: “So this time… I think I’ll leave a letter for future me.”

(No matter how hard and painful it is, I want the future me to look forward.)

(Live no matter what, don’t leave Emma alone. My life belongs to her…)

The future, which had been shrouded in darkness, is now illuminated brightly by Emma.

Even if the road in front of my is thorny, I’ll never lose sight of what direction I should take.

Emma: “Then I should write a letter too,”

Emma: “So that I can dig it up with you in the future and we can reminisce.”

Licht: “Yeah. But right now, I want to enjoy you.”

Emma: “… then come on, enjoy me.”

(What the hell, how is she so cute?)

I carry Emma, who seems to have made up my mind, to the bet and sink her into the sheets.

(Thanks, Emma.)

(… you give me a reason not to die.)

(Thank you for giving me a new dream.)

[neerons]

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

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

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

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

"You succumbed to delusion."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I've always tried to be a gentleman, and live by the tenet that women are free to come and go as they please. But with you, I find myself wondering whether I should be using handcuffs, rope, or maybe a strong net."

"All right, then, I guess I'll just have to slip a few weapons into your luggage to help celebrate your departure. At the very least, I've already included a shovel." (—Clavis helping Emma escape from Obsidian)

"My brother is an absolute genius when it comes to angering people in just about every way possible. He outclasses us all in that, too." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier)

"Dearie me, don't tell me you're here for a secret tryst with my brother? I never imagined this unsociable beast might finally have his sexual awakening—" (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"(...) It's a water jet device designed to keep you cool in sultry summer evenings. I made it expressly for you. Isn't it brilliant?"

"The only people he could hold a proper conversation with were those who faced him head-on." (—Clavis' thoughts about Chevalier)

"(...) I don't care about me, but I don't think it's appropriate to be pointing guns at a woman, do you?" (—Clavis protecting Emma from 'someone')

"You really are gorgeous... I'm so captivated by you... that I feel I might forget how to be a gentleman for good."

"You could tie me down any day, my lovely fiancee."

"Ah. Hello, insecurity. I had not missed you at all. If I want to make my lovely fiancee happy, I'm going to need to start being more confident." (—Clavis' thoughts)

"You're so beautiful when you're watching something with rapt attention."

"How could you treat your kind little brother like this, when he worked himself to the bone trying to keep your library nice and tidy? I'm going to tell Emma on you." (—Angry Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well, first, I'd love to be able to pamper you in the bathroom. I want to wash your hair and gently exfoliate your skin so it's super soft. (...) Next, I want to hire a famous artist to draw a portrait of you than I can hang on my wall. I want one so big it'll cover the entire thing. Maybe I'll even get a bunch of you drawn. Seeing lots of you while I work would be good for motivation. (...) Also, I would love it if we could change up how we say good night. Every day, before bed, I want us to say 'I love you' instead of just 'good night'. (...) Oh, it's also my dream to go on a trip around the world with you! I just want to explore new sights with you and kiss and cuddle you in new places."

Cyran's bonus quotes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really? Are you sure? Ahh, this is great, it means I can get away from my troublesome master for a while. I look forward to serving you, My Lady, and I'll do my absolute best for you!" (—Cyran replying to Clavis' order to be Emma's personal bodyguard)

"My Lady, you're the sort of person who worries constantly about other people, without ever thinking about yourself. Like at the party, when you tried to protect Prince Gilbert from that guy with the knife. That sort of thing."

"...Farewell, my peaceful days."

"...Stay strong, my lady. I know exactly how you feel, but know that I am cheering you on."

[ikeromantic]

Wicked Deeds

Clavis does his best to distract Emma during an important event. Smut. Very spicy. Approx. 2700 words.

Emma felt a flutter of nerves in her belly. She forced herself to ignore the sensation. Today was important and she wasn’t going to let her smile slip for anything. 

“You’re looking resolute,”Sariel commented, giving her a wry smile. “That’s good because today’s guests are going to require every ounce of determination you have. And likely a good bit more.”

She swallowed. “I am sure a group of merchants can’t be that bad.”

“Good. That’s the spirit.” Sariel showed her to the receiving room. A large wood table took up the center space, set with rose wine and water, a tray of crystal goblets, and another of Rhodolitian pastries. “I’m going to check to see if our guests have arrived. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Emma watched the door close behind him and when she was alone, took a deep breath. “It’s going to be fine. I can do this. I have to do this.” She bent toward the table and poured herself a glass of wine.

“That’s the spirit.”  

She spun at the familiar voice, her eyes going wide. “Clavis! What are you doing here?”

He smirked and slid the door silently shut behind him. “Is that anyway to greet your fiance?”

“I am pretty sure I greeted you this morning. Before and after breakfast. Quite thoroughly.” She blushed at her own forwardness, but honestly it was his own fault. Always teasing and - and -

His eyes went wide and his smile spread even wider. “That was a proper greeting. But it was several hours ago . . .” Clavis closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. 

Emma wanted to tell him he was wrinkling her gown, but it felt so good to be held. And then he started kissing her, his lips and teeth and tongue on the sensitive skin of her neck. The sharp, sweet touches burned a trail to her lips and she couldn’t think at all. 

His eager hands tugged her skirt up until he could touch the bare skin of her thigh above the lacy edge of her stockings. Clavis made a soft, hungry gasp. 

“W-wait - Clavis - I” Emma struggled to remember she was here for a reason and this wasn’t it. “The merchants. Sariel . . . any minute . . .” 

He groaned, a sound of pure frustration and disappointment. “Surely there’s time for a quick -” But he cut himself off, turning slightly at the sound of hurried footsteps. He couldn’t get out the way he’d come in and they were two stories up so the windows weren’t a good option. 

Worse, Emma didn’t see anywhere for him to hide. The table had only a lace runner down the middle and anyone walking in would see him if he tried to hide beneath it. The potted rosebush in the corner was much too small. “M-maybe you can just say you were checking on me?”

Clavis held a mischievous look in his eye as he leaned in to give her one last kiss. Then he ducked under her skirt and pulled it down around him like a little tent. 

The door opened and a perturbed looking Sariel glanced around the room. “I thought I glimpsed the hellcat turning down this hallway. Have you seen him?”

Emma didn’t like lying to Sariel. For one, it felt as if he always knew she was lying, and for another, she couldn’t help but want his respect. So she didn’t say anything, just pretended to look around the room as if she was searching for him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t put him off forever. Sariel was waiting for an answer, his piercing gaze now trained on her. 

“Erm, he doesn’t seem to - to be in this room.” The denial felt silly on her lips as she could feel the tickle of his hair against her thighs, and his warm touch caresses her calf through the thin silk of her stockings. 

“No. I suppose he does not.” Sariel scowled. “I hope he isn’t planning some ridiculous prank. These are some of Rhodolite’s most prestigious merchants. I will devise the worst punishment if he interferes.”

Emma nodded. “I - I’ll let him know if I should see him. But I’m sure he understands how important this meeting is.” She grimaced and pointedly did not look down at her skirt. Clavis was nipping the skin at the edge of her stocking and it was distracting. 

Sariel turned to look out into the hall. “It appears your hound is bringing the first of the guests. Steady yourself. It will be a long afternoon.”

“Of course.” Emma tried to keep her voice steady as she felt Clavis lick a little line of heat alongside the strap of her garter belt. He was evil, she decided. Purely evil. She gave him a little kick. 

If Clavis took any lesson from her nudge, it was to try harder to distract her. He drew the line all the way up to the laced edge of her panties. 

Emma clamped her thighs around his head in a bid to stop him. For a moment, it even worked. But then she realized her mistake. Now she’d pinned him right in place, where he could reach all her most sensitive places. And he was reaching. 

“Mistress, may I introduce today’s visitors?” Rio entered the room and then held the door for a gaggle of well-dressed men and women. 

For a moment, Emma struggled to fix an appropriate smile to her face. Her voice wavered as she greeted them and all she could think was damn you, Clavis. His tongue drew hot lines over the thin fabric of her panties and her hips were trying to arch toward that infuriating touch. Too much and not enough, all at once. 

Thankfully, after greeting them, she wasn’t expected to say much. This was Nokto’s merchant mixer, not a presentation or some other serious and formal event. Of course, the prince showed up fashionably late. His smile quirked curiously as he took her hand. “Emma, you look flushed.” His tone was proper but the look in his eyes hinted at all the salacious reasons he could imagine for her countenance. 

She hoped to all the gods there might be that he would not guess the real reason. “I’m fine,” she managed, though even she could hear the slight strain in her voice.

“If you’re not feeling well, I can escort you to another room to rest,” Rio offered.

“N-no. I’m alright. Just . . . give me a - a moment. To myself.” Emma was taking shallow breaths now, as she felt Clavis push the lace and silk aside. That divine bastard. His tongue slipped between the fold of her skin, taunting her. His hands reached around the backs of her thighs, caressing her, nudging her legs open to allow him to reach.

She looked down and self-consciously smoothed her skirts. Thankfully the season’s fashion was voluminous, with so many layers of fabric that she could probably hide two grown men beneath them. If anyone noticed Clavis - or indeed noticed anything - she was fairly sure she would die of embarrassment where she stood. But her lover wasn’t making this easy. Oh no. Not for him to sit quietly until the merchants left. 

Nokto whisked himself away to make the rounds while Rio took a few respectful steps away and turned to give her the requested moment alone. 

The problem was, Clavis’ touches were not lessening. If anything, he took the quiver of her legs and her uneven breathing as encouragement to do more. This moment to herself wasn’t enough. Not nearly. 

Emma tried to give him another kick, in the hopes he would knock it off. But the motion of her leg only freed him up to move more. And he took advantage. He knew what she liked and toyed now with her expectations. Almost touching, his breath ghosting over her heated skin. Then touching, his tongue so light it might have been air, the tip just brushing. His fingers stroking her inner thigh.

“Ah, and you must be the Lelouch fiancée!” A hearty older man with a well-groomed beard approached. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and a small notebook in the other. 

“Mmm. Hmmm. Y-yes.” Emma tried to make the words sound normal but they came out breathy, as if she’d just had a run. Well. Better that than the moan that wanted to escape her throat. “A-and you are?”

“Fornier. Charles Fornier. I run a small import shop. We do quite a good business with Prince Lelouch.” 

Emma nodded politely. In other circumstances, she might have been able to recall the man and the business. But right now, Clavis was rolling her clit across his lips as his fingers followed the path so recently left by his tongue and she really couldn’t think of anything coherent to say.

“I was rather hoping he might drop in today, but I expect he hates these sorts of events. A bit of a wild card, isn’t he?” Charles was looking at her hopefully, as if she might confirm he would, in fact, drop by, or that he was a wild card or - 

“Oh. Yes,” she gasped, her face going completely hot. “Yes. He’s a - a wild ca-ah! -rd.” Emma bit her lip in an attempt to keep the rest of her feelings to herself. She wasn’t entirely sure she could continue to stand. Her legs were trembling under her dress, and Clavis was half-supporting her on his shoulders now. 

Rio turned, a look of worry on his face. “Mistress, do you need some water or -”

“Water. Yes.” She managed to keep smiling through sheer bloody determination. 

Charles smiled a little uncertainly. “Well . . . if you see him, do pass on my greetings and well-wishes.”

Emma nodded. “I - I will?” She couldn’t help the way her voice rose, turning the affirmation into a question. 

The merchant wandered away with a nod, as Rio hurried over with a glass of water. “Her, mistress.” He handed it to her and then hovered. “You look very flushed. Perhaps you need to retire for a moment?” Rio reached to touch her forehead and she slapped his hand away.

Clavis took that exact moment to freeze, and the sudden stop made her feel just as desperate as the teasing had.

“Not. Now. Please.” Emma tried to give him a meaningful look, one that said ‘I’m embarrassed’, and also, ‘this is not a good time to mother-hen.’ She wasn’t sure he picked up on either, but after a moment, he nodded.

“Alright. I’m going to check the guests to make sure everyone has what they need. But if you need anything, anything at all -”

“Yes! I know!” She waved him off, and he reluctantly left her side. Which left her with no distraction from the slow, pleasurable torture beneath her skirts. 

Clavis resumed his slow exploration of her with his tongue and questing hands. Maddeningly slow and tormentingly thorough. She felt his fingers play at her opening, teasing the edges. And then his tongue slid into her and she felt herself clamp down on him - though she wasn’t sure if it was to hold him out or in. She couldn’t think. Not with the feel of him pressing in and then the slow, curling, lapping egress. 

She wanted to either grind her hips into his waiting mouth and let him devour her or make it stop. Halfway was hell, and she was stuck in it. 

Emma knew she was meant to be walking around the room and making conversation, but there was no way she could manage it. Her legs were quivering and even if they hadn't been - she couldn't have gone far with Clavis hiding under her skirt.

Nokto and Sariel kept throwing her looks from their positions across the room. Nokto's expression was expectant and Sariel's - unreadable. Then the counselor crossed the room in her direction.

“You seem to be holding up.” Sariel’s voice sounded further away than he stood. A slight, wry smile turning up the corners of his lips. 

“Yeah. G-great!” Emma tried for a stately nod, but felt as if she was flailing. Her body was near to trembling and it took every ounce of will to just stand there and endure. 

Sariel raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling for a moment to her billowing skirt before flitting back to her face. “It seems even the hellcat couldn’t spoil this event. I do wonder where he ran off to?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and forced herself to hold her smile. “Wh-hooo knows? H-he’s so uhh-unpredictable!” Emma knew her voice was wavering and there wasn’t much she could do about it. 

Clavis, challenged by the taunt, now lapped eagerly at her pearl, and the strum of his fingers took on an intentional rhythm. He played her like an instrument, calling pleasure from every touch. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to murder him or marry him in this instant.

“So he is,” the counselor nodded. He gave her an almost sympathetic look. “Nokto mentioned taking the merchants out to the garden for some music and a tour of the legendary Rhodolitian Roses. I thought you might stay here and . . . collect yourself.”

“O-ohhh, yes. Th-thank yo-oooh!” Emma clenched her jaw on the rest of the sound. 

Sariel’s brow lifted higher. After a moment, he gave another nod and turned away. 

“I am going to kill you,” Emma whispered. She didn’t think Clavis could hear her, but just in case. Despite the words, her body sunk further onto him, her legs spreading further to give him more reach. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to take a normal breath.

When she opened them, Nokto was leading the merchants out and Sariel had Rio’s arm. 

Emma gave them all a polite goodbye, waving with a shaking hand. Her face was plastered with a forced grin, teeth clamped on the sounds that threatened to come from her regardless.

When the last one left and the door shut behind them, she felt Clavis pause. “Oh no, no you don’t.” Her voice was hoarse and low and desperate. 

Her skirts started to move as if he might duck back out from under them. But she was still resting on his shoulders, and it took only a shift to press him back and down. All the way to the floor. Emma sat with her legs askew, thighs clamped around the sides of his head. Could he breathe? She thought so, because he understood exactly what she wanted. Needed.

She could feel the chuff of his laughter and then the velvet of his tongue. Free from prying eyes, she rocked her hips against his face, arching with each plunge of his skilled fingers, each playful flick of his tongue. When her peak came, it almost surprised her with the intensity. She shook, arching back to press him ever deeper into her. 

The feel of it washed away every thought. There was only the feel of his lips and tongue and those clever hands. Waves of pleasure rolled over her and Emma cried out with them in breathy exhilaration.

Clavis tapped the side of her leg, at first gently and then with more urgency. 

Emma realized all at once how tightly she had him clamped between her thighs, and how much of her rested against his face. Embarrassed, she stumbled to her feet, her legs barely steady.

The prince slid out from under the layers of fabric and stood, a satisfied grin on his face. He went to the table and picked up a napkin, dabbing at his chin. “What a lovely reception,” he chuckled. "You've got practically a tent under there. I never thought I'd like this season's style but I see the use now. Hm."

“Y-you . . .”

Whatever she was about to say, she stopped as the door opened slowly. Rio poked his head in, his expression one of alarm. “I thought I heard you shout . . .” His gaze slid to Clavis and his brows lowered. “What are you doing here?”

Clavis grinned and answered at the same time as Emma. “Wicked deeds.” 

Rio wisely retreated, looking no less confused. 

Emma sighed. “You are the worst.”

“Oh, I very much doubt that. I assure you, I can think of even more terrible things.” Clavis crossed the space between them and put his arms around her waist. “Let me show you.”

And she knew she would say yes. How could she not, when he looked at her like that? So much desire and love in his gaze. “Not here,” she whispered. And he laughed and lifted her up. “Of course not. I need more space. And rope.” And then Clavis carried her out for a most unrestful afternoon, which she very much enjoyed.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The Beast Wants to Tempt the Little Rabbit (Matias vs Clavis)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

Matias End

(If that's the case, I'll keep things civil.)

Emma: "Then I'll take you up on that offer, Prince Matias."

Matias: "Of course. Since I'm taking your time, I swear to do my best."

(Whoa, the charm radiating from his smile is overwhelming.)

Clavis: "Emma, you made the wrong choice."

Emma: "Your gratitude kinda freaked me out."

Clavis: "And how can you be sure Matias's gratitude won't freak you out?"

Clavis: "Listen, I established the Lelouch family motto for your sake."

Clavis: "Matias's gratitude is torture."

Emma: "That's rude, Prince Clavis."

Clavis: "Rude? Those in the know all agree on this."

Matias: "You always say things like that whenever I try to show my gratitude. I don't understand."

Clavis: "It's me who doesn't understand."

(Clavis is oddly insistent. But is Matias' way of showing gratitude really that weird?)

Matias: "Then, Miss Emma, as a start, let me give you this."

Emma: "..........."

Clavis: "See? This is what happens when you question my good intentions. You better take this to heart, okay?"

The place I chose upon Matias’ request was a cafe in a calm and quiet area of town.

It might not have been a suitable place to take a prince, but Matias didn’t seem to mind and whispered something to one of the guards without any concern.

A few minutes later, he placed a thick book on the table.

It was the law book I had only seen once before in the castle.

Emma: “Is this the law book of Rhodolite?”

Matias: “You have a keen eye. You really are talented.”

Emma: “I studied politics in the past.”

(I never thought I’d see a law book in a cafe.)

Matias: “Excellent. You seem like someone worth teaching.”

Emma: “Teaching?”

Matias: “As a token of my gratitude, I will give you a lecture.”

(!?)

Matias: “Laws are the rules of a country. However, the majority of the citizens are not familiar with them.”

Matias: “Aside from typical offenses like murder, theft, fraud, and disrespect, many people don’t know much about it.”

Matias: “Ignorance of the law might result in you accidentally breaking it and dealing with the consequences.”

Matias: “Furthermore, being familiar with it can protect you from being exploited when facing any form of harm.”

Matias: “Knowing the law is synonymous with protecting oneself.”

(I never considered this before.)

His words made perfect sense, and I found myself nodding along.

Clavis: “Emma, don’t fall for it. Lectures as a form of gratitude? If I did that, you’d complain it's harassment.”

Emma: "I won't complain. I actually enjoy learning new things."

Emma: "He's willing to teach me out of kindness, so I'll take it seriously."

Beside Clavis, who was holding his head in disbelief, Matias also widened his eyes in surprise.

(Why?)

Matias: "This is a first."

Matias: “You’re the first woman to accept my gratitude head-on.”

His smile exuded a melting sensuality.

(His charm is just too much!)

In fact, the women seated nearby were all blushing.

The occasional release of his dangerous charm seemed like it could kill someone.

(I guess hanging out with charming princes like Clavis, Nokto, Jin, and Leon made me develop some kind of tolerance.)

Clavis: “Have you ever wondered why women other than Emma don’t accept your gratitude?”

Matias: “They all said they weren’t interested in law.”

Clavis: “It’s good that you know the reason, but unfortunately, it’s too late now.”

Clavis: “Emma, you’re a rare woman, so I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Emma: “Prince Clavis, where are you going?”

Clavis: “I just remembered something urgent. I’ll pick you up when it’s over.”

Clavis: “I’m counting on you to entertain Matias. Ahahaha!”

(He’s making a run for it.)

Realizing the lecture was boring, Clavis made his escape.

Matias: "I knew this would happen. Clavis hasn't changed much since our school days."

Matias: "Whenever I try to offer my gratitude, he always tries to escape using all sorts of tricks."

Emma: "Did you and Prince Clavis attend the same school?"

Matias: "Yeah. There is a prestigious boarding school in Acroite where nobles from various countries gather."

Matias: "Some of the princes of Rhodolite studied there for a while."

Matias: "Clavis is one of them. I learned a lot of things from him."

Emma: "I had no idea. So, you became friends at school?"

Matias: "That's right. I used to talk a lot with Clavis and Jin."

Matias: "There was a saying back then that Jin was for the chest, Clavis for the thighs, and Matias for the hips."

Emma: "I-I see."

(It probably means Jin likes breasts, and Clavis likes legs.)

(So I guess Matias likes hips?)

I've heard Jin and Clavis talk about women's bodies a few times when we were at the castle, so maybe Matias was also part of that during their student days.

(I'm surprised. He seems far from being a pervert just by his appearance.)

???: "Kyaah!"

As we chatted, we heard a woman scream in the restaurant's doorway.

Before I could grasp the situation, Matias had already sprung into action, vaulting effortlessly over nearby tables and dashing out of the shop.

By the time I got up from my seat, he had already grabbed and twisted the man's hand outside the restaurant.

(He's fast!)

I hurriedly followed him outside.

Man: "Let go of me!"

The man, restrained by Matias, struggled with all his might.

However, Matias' hold remained firm.

He pressed the man against the nearby wall and grabbed him, securing his hand behind his back.

(He seems quite skilled at this.)

Matias: "I saw you dine and dash."

Matias: "While this act doesn't directly correspond to any specific crime in Rhodolite, consuming food or drink without intending to pay constitutes a clear case of fraud."

Matias: "Moreover, pushing aside a woman nearby during your escape could also be considered assault."

Matias: "Therefore, you're guilty. You better cooperate."

(Prince Matias?)

The person who was smiling just a few minutes ago was nowhere to be found.

Instead, his eyes—as cold and icy as snow—pierced sharply through the guilty man.

Even the surrounding onlookers seemed intimidated, showing signs of fear in response to his overwhelming presence.

(He's like a completely different person.)

(The way he looks at criminals and the way he looks at those who aren't are totally different.)

Man: "I had no choice! I was injured, lost my job, and had nothing left to eat."

Man: "If I didn't do this, I would've died."

Matias: "A crime is a crime. Your excuses hold no meaning."

Matias: "If you still wish to make excuses, do so in court."

Matias: "Whatever the reason, the law is something that must never be broken."

Matias: "Criminals have no right to beg for mercy."

(I'm trembling.)

As I clenched my fingertips, our eyes met.

Matias: "You, go get the nearest soldier."

Emma: "U-Understood!"

Coming back to my senses, I quickly left the scene.

Everything Matias said was logical. But for some reason, that logic seemed to stick in my mind.

(What is it that's bothering me?)

Matias: "We had an unexpected interruption, but now we can finally continue."

As we moved from the cafe to another shop, he once again presented the law book to me.

The man who committed the crime continued to plead for mercy even as the soldiers took him away.

It was a sight I couldn't forget.

(Prince Matias remained completely unfazed.)

Shifting my gaze from the law book to Prince Matias, I noticed he no longer wore that cold expression.

The sincere and earnest prince was now offering a lecture solely for my benefit.

(The stark contrast to who he was before caught me off guard.)

(I never imagined he could be so ruthless.)

(I'm not sure who he really is anymore.)

Matias: "Miss Emma."

Emma: "Yes?"

Pulled from the sea of my thoughts, I found him leaning forward, his hand resting gently on my forehead.

Matias: "You seem a bit distracted. You don't seem to have a fever, but if you're feeling unwell, please tell me."

Emma: "No, it's not that!"

(Crap, I spaced out. I need to focus.)

Matias: "Then is there some other reason?"

Emma: "Well..."

Emma: "It's a Rhodolite rule! You have to set aside some time to space out once a day!"

Matias: "I apologize for not being aware of such a rule. I've interfered."

(I ended up making an excuse like Clavis.)

Guilt weighed heavily on my heart.

Matias: "However, this poses a problem."

Matias: "If it's a rule, then I suppose you'll have to endure it for a little longer."

(Huh?)

As I tilted my head in confusion, Matias' face, enveloped in his enticing allure, gradually inched closer.

(What!?)

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Matias End ╎ Epilogue

[dicenete]

Gilbert's route done :0

Hmm... Finished Gilbert's route with Romantic ending + Epilogue. I have some thoughts. In general, I think Gilbert's route will share the Top 1 spot with Clavis's route from now on. The main part of the route was just * chef's kiss *. The Romantic ending started strong but I feel like it ended bit... flat?... well, I say that the biggest problem is really the format of this game and the restrictions it puts on the story. Next up either Keith, Yves or the surprise candidate Luke. Spoilers under the cut.

I felt bad for Yves. I feel like he was robbed of the character development in Gilbert's route. Like I would have loved the ending more if he would have been more active and brave. I even feel like MC didn't deserve the spotlight that much, maybe if Yves and MC would have worked together then yeah! He came all the way to Obsidian to get her! MC already had shown some initial bravery before she left to Obsidian, I think her ideals would have benefited more with having someone on her side. AND how impactful it would have been if Yves would have stood there with her! HE IS A PRINCE OF RHODOLITE! He is the OG pure heart really.

I feel bad for Luke too. I know, I know we gotta have that happy ending but still... Things ended way too well. I was hoping for more tragedy, but I know this isn't really the game to go there. Maybe it was more about the fact that we didn't really see any aftermath how they dealt with the anti-monarch faction. Do the princes ever really talk about the late king of Rhodolite at all? Like come to general consensus that he was a horrible person? Atleast the last scene with Jin and Luke was a start.

I think Gilbert's obsession with MC before the game's story was unnecessary because he could have just went there and try to corrupt Belle. Because that's what Belle is supposed to be. A someone with pure heart. He already knew that king of Rhodolite was dead. He knew MC was the Belle. (Not only the total chance of her to be the next belle? Unless he orchestrated that too? I don't really think so.) And to go there like "Hey, this might end up me being proved wrong or right. Let's give the humanity one more chance!" I think it would have been more impactful if Belle would be someone who is a total stranger to him.

Roderic and Walter were MVPs.

I named Gilbert's brothers according to Gilbert's and Albert's names: Robert, Rubert and Wilbert. You are welcome. ALSO: I'm kinda disappointed with the eyepatch. I lowkey wished that his other eye would have been blind or something else like that. Because it just doesn't make sense to me why would you even have an eyepatch on all the time for aesthetic reasons. The disadvantage it gives to you if someone say... suddenly tries to assassinate you? Or in fighting? One of your sides would be open for an attack. (Even if I admit, rule of cool is cool, but really...)

Overall I was happy about how dark Gilbert's route was. I enjoyed it a lot. He was as unhinged as I hoped he was. And many lovey dovey scenes had more impact because of the dark aspects of the story. I'm a firm believer of the quote: "For every laugh, there should be a tear." (Walt Disney). The brighter the light, the bigger the shadow.