Chapter One: Enter Vishnal
"Good morning. It's time to be up, Princess," Vishnal, winks at Frey playfully through his azure bangs.
"Oh...Good Morning, Vishnal." Frey says, embarrassed and hurriedly, jumping up to get dressed and get ready for the chores of the day.
It was quite strange to have Vishnal wake her up now, things are a bit different when you're dating. Not uncomfortable for her, just different. At first, it was weird having someone you've just met pledge to be your undying butler in servitude for a lifetime, but as Frey came to acknowledge and really take on her role as Princess and to truly regard him as her Butler, she settled into the role Selphia encouraged Frey to take.
Becoming good friends with Vishnal came so natural. Just like with Venti, he was open to Frey and didn't try to hide anything from Her. Neither was he ever suspicious or rude. He was always respectful, and of course, and that has never changed. What's so appealing about Vishnal to Frey is that he's always consistent - he's always there when she needed him.
And likewise, Frey accepted him lovingly. His passion for Butlery seemed silly to most of his peers, even extreme. But Frey had always accepted his seemingly natural position in life, and even encouraged him to pursue it more. Having someone other than Butlers praise his profession was very encouraging, especially since he devoted so much of his life into being the best servant he could be. And who better could he serve? Frey was perfectly suited for the role of Princess. She wasn't lazy, but industrious. Not spoiled, but humble. And she had the biggest heart Vishnal could see in a person. Vishnal saw it as an absolute pleasure to do anything for Frey.
Thoughts of Vishnal clouded Frey's thoughts majority of the time she spent farming in the morning, as Vishnal prepared to get the goods of today's harvest from the shipping box.
With a relived smile, she greeted Vishnal again. "I thought you weren't going to show up today!"
"Eh? Of course I would, Princess!" Vishnal burst out, tight-fisted and eyes seemingly ablaze. It shocked Vishnal that Frey could even consider that he wouldn't show up for his duties as Butler. It was his calling, and he'd never let anything get in the way-even simply taking out materials to be shipped! And if he couldn't attend to the duties, surely Clorica would take the place for the day.
"Haha, I get it Vishnal!" she says with a smile. Vishnal was always so passionate about his duties. "But, is it a lot? You've got to grab all those veggies, minerals and everything...how many different places do you fly it to in the airship?" Frey ponders aloud. She never really thoughts about where these goods to to, and who needs them all. After all, Frey shipped quite a lot of turnips.
"Huh? I don't fly the airship. Neither does Clorica," Vishnal pointed out, while inspecting various items- withered plants, wool, iron. He wrinkles his nose at the pink turnips inside. "Arthur actually flies out everything. He's always timely too, so don't worry about that." He assures.
"Huh? Arthur does?" She questions. "Well, yes," Vishnal replies. "As a butler of course, it'd be my duty to fulfill their Master's wishes, even if that means flying to the most distant lands! But, alas, I don't know many places and I'm not to good at flying the airship..." He laments.
Perking up, Vishnal adds, "That's why Arthur does it. He has so much business and research to do in other lands, he doesn't mind taking the goods along with him. It's sort of a fun hobby for him actually, he likes to say." Vishnal suddenly stands erect, holding an invisible booklet in hand, and adjusting his nonexistent glasses and tilts his head - the splitting image of the serene blond prince. "It's actually quite fun. It's a good distraction from my work and can be relaxing at times." Vishnal speaks in a placid tone.
"Wow..." Frey replies in awe. She makes a mental note to stop by Arthur's to thank him. Frey decides she may even buy him a new pair of glasses.
Vishnal, after grabbing all the items to be shipped, carries them along to go out of the garden. She watches him go, but he stops in midtrack.
Without turning around to face her, Vishnal stands still and bashfully spits out, "P-Princess!"
"Yes, Vin?" She replies quizzically.
He finally turns around and quickly bows. "If-if I could I would go out to ship the items for you-if I could! But a true Butler knows his limits! S-So I'll try my best to serve you where my strengths are-at home and in the castle! And in the battlefield if need be!"
Blushing, Frey nods in acknowledgment. Vishnal satisfied, hurries off to place the items in the shipping box.
Frey was used to such enthusiastic outbursts of love and devotion from Vishnal, after all, he takes after Volkanon so much. Always emotional, loyal, and passionate to a fault. But it's even more often after she confessed to Vishnal, to where such moments appear just about every day. And every day it seems, it's even more intimate.
"Geez..." Frey mumbles to herself, watering the newly planted seeds. She pats her cheeks to shoo away the heat Vishnal seemed to have left.
...So this is my first fic ever! I decided to write after about a week of reading rf4 fic for the first time. I've always liked to write, but I never end up finishing most projects. So hopefully I can write a lot for this-since I love Rune Factory.
