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The Politician and the Chamberlain

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Chapter: 2/? Rating: T (Subject to change) Warnings: None Pairing: Ignis Scientia/OFC Summary: Cor and Ignis learn more about the young teen that will be spending the next six years in the Royal Family’s care.

Notes: Main thing to note is that if speech is in Accordan, text will purely be bolded. If they are speaking in Lucian the text will stay normal. I headcannon that there is most likely several languages used in Eos as if you read any text in Altissia it is in a different language than English. Anyway, enjoy!

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The wind blew Chelsea’s shoulder length blonde curls with a carefree grace about them as her head darted around the surrounding terrain with youthful glee; Cor had popped the top down of the car, which she learnt was King Regis’ personal convertible Regalia, and the scent of fresh grass invigorated her senses. Her previous sea sickness now long since forgotten.

Ignis kept a close eye on her through the rear vision mirror, taking note of how her face contorted with curiosity and wonder in her new surroundings. The wondrous smile on her features caused an unknown knot to form in his stomach, he assumed it was must have been from the slight nervousness he was feeling about not only being Prince Noctis’ chamberlain-to-be, but also Chelsea’s study partner and assistant. King Regis thought it to be best for those of similar ages to stick together in the Citadel and not many would question the monarch’s decisions.

His head turned sharply back in question when he heard her squeal in delight, capturing her petite form sprawled across the back seat of the car and over her aunt’s amused visage, pointing out to the wilderness before them.

“Is that a Garulessa…? And Garulets…!?” The remaining three occupants turned their heads to the left, seeing exactly what made her so excited, a large, majestic mother Garulessa and her three small Garulets frolicked the lands without a care in the world. Cor looked back at the road, smiling in amusement at Chelsea’s childlike wonder.

“That’s correct. Well done.” He praised her. She moved back to her own seat with a grin, proud that she was able to correctly guess what the animals were.

“I’ve seen them in books but never in person. They truly are peaceful and amazing creatures.”

“Indeed.” Ignis agreed, “But anger the mother and the situation can turn dire in an instant. Many a hunter have met the Infernian prematurely due to underestimating the maternal instincts of a mother Garulessa.”

Chelsea leaned her whole body forward to meet Ignis in the front seat.

“That’s… a bit morbid.”

“Of course. But it is the truth nonetheless.” Ignis adjusted his glasses, examining the way Chelsea’s eyes regarded him. She was attempting to read his impassive disposition whilst he shared that tidbit of information. When he surmised that she had given up on her expedition, she retreated back into her seat to continue to take in her ever moving surroundings. Soon, they would be entering Longwythe where they would be retiring for the evening before continuing their drive to the Crown City early the next morning.

“I’m glad to see that you’re feeling much better, my dear. One would think you weren’t gravely ill upon a yacht a few hours earlier.” Camelia commented, raising an eyebrow at Chelsea’s sudden burst of energy. She rode the gondolas mostly fine back in Altissia on the clearer days, but the moment the girl was put in one when the water was anything but peaceful, her head was straight over the edge to clear her stomach contents.

In the Regalia however, she seemed to be thriving.

“Maybe it’s because we’re not bobbing up and down and swaying side to-” She suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, “Ugh, I feel sick just thinking about it.”

“If you are going to be sick, tell me and I will pull over.” Chelsea shook her head ‘no’ before answering.

“I’m fine. I think I just need to not talk about boats, think about boats or even look at boats…”

The car began slowing, signaling they were soon to enter a township, causing Chelsea to dart her head around once more to take in all the sights and sounds the small settlement had to offer.

The lush grass that adorned Galdin had quickly given way to mountains of dust that haphazardly covered the buildings ahead, but not once did the welcoming atmosphere falter. The sounds of laughing children and happy families drowning out any noise that came from the dreary pipelines above.

Chelsea’s gaze drifted to a different looking eatery that she was used to seeing and her brows furrowed as she tried to read the sign above the building.

“The… Crows… Nest?” She questioned slowly, hoping that she got the words correct.

“Correct, dear. The Crows Nest is a popular chain of eateries that are located throughout Lucis.” Camelia answered, earning a grin from Chelsea as Cor pulled up in the motel car park.

“So the food is good then?”

“Of course.” Cor laughed, “Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many around. I have to recommend Kenny’s Salmon myself.”

“Good choice.” Camelia agreed. “It’s been quite a long time since I have sampled treats from here.”

“I believe their burgers are quite delectable as well.” Said Ignis, exiting the car to open the rear door for Chelsea before she could do it herself. She regarded him with a quick ‘thank-you’ before turning her attention back to the diner.

“I’m actually quite hungry…” She mused. That didn’t surprise Ignis in the slightest. The only thing he had seen her consume in the few hours since they met was the tea back in Galdin Quay; she declined any offers of snacks earlier due to the lingering effects of the nausea. But now it seems that she is feeling better.

“We’ll check into the motel first and then grab a bite to eat. Sound good?” After opening the door for Camelia, Cor made his way over to the check-in desk of the motel to secure the rooms for the night; one for Chelsea and Camelia and one for himself and Ignis.

With that done and their bags quickly dropped off in their rooms he led everyone to the diner across the road. Chelsea quickly became enamored with the statue of the crow mascot sitting out the front on a bench.

“That’s Kenny Crow!” She exclaimed, pointing at it. “I know him from the Chocobo-Moogle festival.” She pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and handed it to her visibly amused aunt who followed her towards the bench.

Chelsea sat down, holding up a peace sign.

“Take a photo Aunt Camelia!” She requested and she did just that, snapping a few pictures just in case the first one didn’t come out as desired. Before she could return the phone, Chelsea was excitedly waving over to Ignis.

“Come take a picture with me Ignis! To celebrate out new friendship!” With an eyebrow raised he approached her, a bit skeptical about the whole friendship thing. Alas, his heart fluttered at the words, and it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling either. It was quite reminiscent to when he first met the prince.

But Chelsea was different to the prince, he thought.

“I must let you know that our relationship must remain completely professional.” He tried to tell her, but she shrugged it off by patting the empty space of the bench beside her.

“Nonsense Ignis. You have me for six years, so friends it is.” Whilst she did have a point, he was still quite unsure about it.

“Very well.” He sighed, sitting down beside her as if he were posing for a professional photo with his back straight and shoulders back. Chelsea was having none of it and she threw her arm around his shoulder, drawing him closer to her body. He became flushed as she pulled her free hand up to form another peace sign.

“Say ‘cheese’ you two.” Cor was standing behind Camelia, arms crossed and a smirk on his face, causing Ignis to uncharacteristically blush at the implications laid out before him. He had never been so physically close to a girl before and it was making him feel a tad uncomfortable. But she seemed to be happy.

“Cheese!” The both of them said in unison and the sound of computerized camera shutters filled the air.

Whilst the meal was mostly uneventful, Ignis learnt a bit more about the girl who he would be spending the next six years with in her studies.

Both of her parents, Nathaniel and Sophia Claustra owned and ran Altissia’s Leville. Her father acted as the head chef and her mother was the bookkeeper. She had identical twin sisters, Ophelia and Natalia who were nine years old and she absolutely adored them. It was evident by the way her eyes lit up the entire room when she spoke about them and showed him and Cor the pictures she had on her phone of them. Whilst Chelsea shared her mother and aunt’s visage of piercing blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, Ophelia and Natalia took after their father with jet black hair and playful emerald eyes. Exact opposites in a sense, but the more Ignis looked at her family photos the more he recognized the loved they all held for each other.

He swiped over to a certain photo, and both Chelsea’s and Camelia’s faces became sullen, Chelsea more so than her aunt’s.

“That would be my late husband Alexander. He and Chelsea were very close.”

The image showed an older gentleman with graying black hair standing proudly beside a much younger and much smaller Chelsea, who was wearing a pretty blue dress and holding a violin in her little hands. Chelsea had suddenly become interested in the miniscule stains that adorned per part of the table. It was obviously still a touchy subject for her, that much anyone could tell.

“Do you play the violin?” He asked in an attempt to regain her attention.

“Yeah.” She responded without looking up, “My uncle taught me.” When she finally looked up she feigned a small smile. “I’m okay. I just miss him is all.”

“He was a magnificent violinist, wasn’t he Chelsea? And so are you.” Chelsea perked up a little at Camelia’s words, nodding in agreement but not commenting on her playing ability.

“Uh…” She began after a small moment of silence, “Is there anything else you want to know about me?”

“Two things.” Ignis answered almost immediately. “One: What is your sleeping pattern like? And two: Will you willingly eat vegetables?”

She blinked a few times with confusion. Why those? She thought.

“Er, I’m quite a light sleeper so I will get out of bed once my alarm goes off. And I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me as long as it isn’t spicy. Any reason?”

“So I can adjust my schedule accordingly.” He replied matter-of-factly, pushing up his glasses to the bridge of his nose as they had started to slip quite a bit after their discussion started.

“I see…” She hummed. She was suddenly overcome with a huge yawn, the long few days of hell finally starting to take its toll on her now that she had a belly full of food.

“I think its best we retire for the night.” Cor began, looking at the two travel weary women across from him. “We need to leave just after sunrise to arrive at the Crown City at a decent hour.”

“Indeed. Come Chelsea, a nice warm bed is awaiting us.” Camelia shuffled out of the booth first, beckoning her niece over.

“Yes Aunt Camelia.” She yawned again, reaching out to be helped up by her aunt.

Cor paid for the food before the four made their way back to the motel to rest their tired bodies, and prepare themselves for the long trip back to Insomnia in the morning.

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