Hello! I've been playing Rune Factory 4 a lot lately and decided I wanted to try my hand at the Rune Factory Valentine's Week 2015 event on Tumblr! I haven't written in a while, but I wanted to contribute because it looks like a lot of fun. For those of you who know me from my Different Worlds [Skyrim] fic, I'm very sorry and I have not forgotten or abandoned that story at all, I promise I'll update that soon.

ANYWAY. I know, it's Tuesday, but I lost track of days so instead of skipping Sunday and Monday, I'm going to try and do all three asap so I'll be caught up.

Sunday, February 8th, 2015: First Meeting or Last Meeting

Pairing: Vishnal x Frey

It was so early in the morning that the sun hadn't even risen yet. Most people would still be asleep around this time, but there was one man who was wide awake, doing his morning pushups. Character-building, the butler-in-training called it.

Though Vishnal was usually awake at this time of day anyway, the fact of the matter is that he didn't get a wink of sleep last night. He was way too excited.

Yesterday, a new person dropped into their lives-literally! And this person happened to be the monarch they had been expecting to come rule their humble kingdom. This was Vishnal's chance to prove himself worthy of being called a full-fledged butler. There was no way he was going to mess this up.

"I should make some tea for him."

Heading to the castle's kitchen, Vishnal thought about what kind of person this monarch was. In fact, Lady Ventuswill and Master Volkanon were the only ones to actually meet the monarch, and even his fellow butler-in-training, Clorica, had managed to sneak a peak at them while Vishnal was out doing the shopping, but nobody would tell Vishnall a thing.

"I know something you don't," Clorica sang, enjoying the moment. Not even the Head Butler would tell him anything. "It would be better for your training if you found out on your own," Volkanon proclaimed, "it would keep you on your toes!" He assigned Vishnal his morning duties, which now included waking up the monarch each morning at exactly 6am.

At around 5:45, Vishnal had prepared an exquisite tea tray complete with the finest Breakfast Tea they had and a few biscuits Clorica had baked the previous night. Wanting to make a good first impression, Vishnal made sure to carefully pick out the most beautiful china they had. With a cheerful smile, the young butler took the tray in his right hand and walked gracefully towards the Master Bedroom.

5:55. Vishnal knocked lightly on the monarch's door, in case the monarch was an even earlier riser than Vishnal was. That didn't seem to be the case, however, since there was no answer. Steeling himself, Vishnal made his entrance.

The room was quite empty as it always had been, but there was a mass underneath the bedcovers that was undoubtedly a person. Vishnal tread carefully, unsure of how the monarch would react to his wakeup call. Volkanon tended to be quite loud and violent when woken up, and the blue-haired butler feared that their new resident was not a morning person, either.

As he approached, he could barely see the tip of a green head, turned away from him.

6:00. Showtime.

"Prince...?" Vishnal called out meekly. The bunch of blankets stirred slightly. "Or... maybe... king? It's umm... time to wake up! It's a brand new day!"

"Hnngh..." groaned the lump. That was weird. It sounded almost ... feminine.

I thought we were expecting a prince.

"Err... Prince...ss?"

Suddenly, the person sat up, covers slowly falling to their sides. Sitting before the young butler, rubbing her eyes hazily, was a slender young woman with long green hair. She was young, possibly around his age.

His cheeks flushed lightly. She was very cute.

And her night gown.

Oh no.

"P-P-P-Princess...?" Vishnal's face went from pink to red in a matter of seconds. "Y-your gown is...?"

"Hmmm...?" The girl looked down. In her sleep, her shoulder straps had managed to untie themselves, causing her gown to slip down quite a bit. As she moved her arms lazily to adjust herself, the gown had fallen past her chest, exposing her to the helpless young butler.

"P-PRINCESS! AHH, I'M S-S-SORRY!"

The butler went to cover his face reflexively, forgetting entirely about the tray of hot tea and biscuits he was carrying, which caused the tray to shift and the teapot to fall. Panicking, Vishnal grabbed clumsily for the teapot, managing to save it as the tray and its other contents crashed against the floor. Scalding hot liquid leaked out from the spout during his rescue, spilling all over his hands and forcing him to throw down the teapot reactively.

"YeeoOOWW!"

Suddenly, the door burst open revealing Volkanon and even Clorica, clearly startled by the commotion.

"VISHNAL," Volkanon shouted, "What is the meaning of this clumsiness?! I thought you were capable! WHY, VISHNAL. WHY."

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Volkanon! I just... The princess... her gown was ...!"

"MY VISHNAL IS A LECHEROUS FOOL."

"You're disgusting," Clorica teased, already half-asleep again.

"N-No, I..." The blue-haired butler looked over helplessly at the young girl, who had by this point fixed her nightgown.

"It was my fault," She interrupted, silencing the head butler's sobbing. She stood up and gave an apologetic smile to Vishnal and continued.

"My gown had slipped in my sleep, and I hadn't realized I was expecting anyone in the morning, otherwise I would have made sure to tie them properly...I'm sorry."

"Oh Lady Frey, that's quite alright!" The elder butler laughed heartily and patted her on the back a little too roughly, causing her to stumble forward. "After all, due to the circumstances, you were quite tired! We should have let you sleep in and for that, we are most sorry!"

Volkanon had broken into a stiff bow, urging Clorica and Vishnal to hastily do the same.

The young princess, Frey, took a step towards the blue-haired butler. "Are you alright?" She asked calmly, eyeing the areas where the hot liquid had spilled on him. "Please, come with me."

Vishnal looked towards Volkanon, who nodded for him to go. "Don't worry about the mess, young Vishnal. Clorica would be more than happy to clean it up for you, so be sure to thank her later!"

"Please thank me by taking care of the night chores!" Clorica interjected, haven been woken up at the sound of her name.

The princess had led Vishnal to her bathroom and prompted him to sit on her toilet seat.

"Please hold out your hands, if you would," she instructed. "Mr. Volkanon said there was a first aid kit under the sink..."

"Oh no... please don't worry about me," Vishnal protested, shaking his head quickly. "I'm just your butler, after all! You shouldn't have to bother with me."

"It's no bother," the girl giggled, locating a box with a large red plus sign painted on. "It's the least I could do to make up for startling you so early in the morning." Her cheeks flushed a bright pink at the memory as she pulled out a roll of bandages and some burn cream. Giving in, Vishnal passed her his blotchy red hands as she knelt in front of him to treat them.

"Thank goodness... it doesn't look too serious. How does it feel?"

"N...Not too painful anymore. Just a light sting." He said that, but he still managed to flinch at her touch. Her hands were small and cold, which contrasted heavily with his hot skin.

But she didn't notice, and if she had, she paid it no mind.

"So you're my butler, hmm?" Vishnall looked down to find her glancing up at him as she spread the ointment on his wounds. "You're only as old as me. I thought butlers were usually more...Mr. Volkanon's age."

Vishnal let out a light chuckle at her observation. "Haha, I suppose you're right. I'm actually still in training."

"Training? I didn't realize the path to butlerhood was so rough!"

"Oh, but of course!" Vishnal's eyes flared up with excitement which carried in his voice and body language. "One does not simply just be a butler. It's a long process! A way of life that requires determination, tact, hard work and above all, discipline!"

Frey laughed a bit more easily this time, pulling his hands closer so she could get to his wrists. "Well, you certainly seem to have all of those things! I'm sure you'll definitely become a true butler one day."

Vishnal smiled, looking into her green eyes. They were friendly, putting him at ease. It's funny... When she's like this, she "...doesn't seem like a princess at all..."

The girl fidgeted slightly, dropping the tube of ointment on the ground. Vishnal, catching his mistake, began stammering to recover himself. "I-I mean, you're just so...kind! I didn't mean any disrespect, Princess!"

Oh no... I must have made her angry with me. But instead, she smiled at him and shook her head. "No, you're right," she assured him. "Actually, I'm not even sure that I am the princess."

"What do you mean...?"

As she began unraveling the bandages, she looked around to make sure there were no prying eyes. "I mean... all I remember is falling, then waking up, and being here. Everyone keeps saying I'm the princess...but something feels off about that, somehow. But the honest truth is, I don't know who I am. I'm just... Frey."

So she lost her memories, huh... how sad.

Frey looked up in surprise when Vishnal grabbed the bandages from her. He gave her a smile as he offered her his arm and helped her stand. "I can handle the rest. Thank you for your hard work, Princess Frey."

The girl blinked at him, unsure of how to respond. "But I'm..."

"I'm not sure who you are exactly, either. But to me, you are our Princess. So please allow me to call you Princess."

Color crept onto Frey's face as she nodded slowly, and left Vishnal to finish up his bandages. It was time to start the day.