I wanted to do a Final Fantasy XII fic for a while, after I finally finished the game, again I have not had time. So here it is! This one talks about Ivalice after the war, and a little of Larsa's courtship with Penelo.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy nor any of its characters.

Larsa's Fourteenth Birthday Party

Larsa Ferrinas Solidor was a boy of fourteen years of age with shoulder-length black hair and bright blue eyes. If one didn't know who he was, one would think that he was just an ordinary boy.

However, Larsa was far from ordinary. He was actually the fourth son of the previous Emperor, the late Emperor Gramis Solidor, and current Emperor of all of Archadia. It was over a year ago that he became the reigning monarch.

He and his friends, wherever they are now, helped stop his deranged older brother, Vayne from conquering all of Ivalice, and declaring himself a new Dynast-King.

In the process, Larsa had gained everything, but at a very steep price. He was one of four brothers, the eldest two whom were brought to justice by Vayne. Then he lost his father, most likely to Vayne as well, though that was still unconfirmed. He lost his surrogate mother, Judge Drace, to Judge Gabranth, his guardian on Vayne's orders. He lost him as well as he was mortally wounded on board the Bahamut Sky Fortress, this time by Vayne himself, and finally lost his brother to his own madness and greed.

He had gained the throne and an Empire of vast proportions, but at what cost? He did gain something else more valuable: his friends Vaan and Penelo, both from the city of Rabanastre.

High above the streets of Archades, Capital of the Archadian Empire, Larsa sat on his large, crimson throne behind an equally large, cherrywood desk, overlooking the capital. Several papers were piled in a neat stack in the corner. In front of Larsa was another bill proposed by the Senate, and to his right was an ink bottle and some quill pens.

The doors opened and in came Judge Gabranth, Larsa's personal bodyguard. He walked the length of the room covered in crimson carpet, the sound of armor clinking resonating off the walls. He stopped in front of Larsa, removed his helmet and bowed.

"My Lord, I hope you are doing well?"

"Well enough. To what do I owe this lively conversation?" the young emperor asked.

"Your birthday is coming up soon. I thought I might inform you. This would be a prestine time for you to take a break, after all you have been working much lately. Are you going plan something?"

Larsa was a little shocked by this. He had been working almost around the clock lately that he had not noticed some everyday details.

"You know Gabranth, I shall do just that. For too long I have been cooped up in this place, with no one to look at me as a boy instead of an Emperor. I shall send an invitation to Vaan and Penelo tonight."

"If I may make a recommendation my lord, would it not be better to invite Lady Ashe, and our other companions as well? The summit is being held a few days after your birthday, why not extend an invitation to them as well?"

"That is an excellent suggestion, I shall invite Vaan and Penelo earlier than the Lady Ashe and I also must send a letter to that whimsical Al-Cid. I also have to reach Balthier and Fran somehow, though I've a feeling they will show up even without one..."

Gabranth chuckled slightly, but said, "I'll have the arrange made right away."

He was about to leave but Larsa stopped him. "No need, Gabranth, I shall make the arrangements myself."

"Very well my Lord" and with that Gabranth replaced his helmet and walked back down the throne room.

I wonder how they're doing right now...

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