Day 1
Glauca walked down the halls of the Citadel, ignoring the steady presence of the Kingsglaives who had been assigned to keep an eye on him while he remained within Insomnia borders, in favor of approaching gardens create in honor of the dead from the war against Niflheim. The General had a smirk on his face as he walked carelessly through the paths set up by gardeners until he arrived at the Sylleblossom flowerbed dedicated to those who had died in Tenebrae. As he had expected, General Glauca found her royal highness, the Oracle of the Astrals, Lady Lunafreya helping a gardener tend to the delicate flowers; the General grinned as he gave the lady a bow and declared, ''It is a delight to be able to meet the youngest Oracle in recorded history once more. How do you do Lady Lunafreya?''
Luna jerked up at the sound of the General's voice and stared up to the man who had tortured her brother in front of her on several occasions; her pale skin became even paler as the blood drained from her face and Luna stayed silent for several moments before she was able to reply, giving the Niflheim General the shortest bow she could politely, ''I am well General, might I inquire why you are here?'' Umbra and Pryna both putting themselves between the General and their mistress with a low growl of warning, one which Glauca ignored. Glauca smirked, casting a brief glance back to his two escorts, one of which was talking quietly into his ear piece while the other was staring straight at him ready to move should the General act threatingly towards their Commander's sister. Returning his gaze at the slightly trembling girl, Glauca replied, '' I heard that these gardens were dedicated to the unfortunate lives who perished over the years. I was wondering how many of these flowers I helped plant here….'' Luna tensed and the gardener gasped at his words allowing the General to enjoy their shocked and horrified expression. One of the Kingsglaive, round face and braided hair, reacted quickly by coming up to the Oracle, bowing before giving her a short message, ''My apologies for disrupting your conversation Lady Lunafreya but the king has asked for your presence. Nyx will be here shortly to escort you to his side so please head over to the entrance.''
Luna nodded, barely hiding her gratefulness at the Glaive's interference, and told the unwanted guest, ''I must be going, I hope the negotiations go by swiftly and end well for all involved.'' With those words, Luna hurried away, leaving behind Glauca, his escort and the gardener, pausing only to whistle for her dogs before disappearing from the General's sight. Glauca grinned, satisfied by his actions and delighted that the Oracle was still so responsive to his presence. He ignored the gardener being shoed away from him, knelling down to smell the vibrant blue flowers and reminiscing in his memories of the destruction he had caused in Tenebrae and the few days he had spent playing with the survivors of the 'fire'. The Glaive who had interfered in his enjoyment was back to standing a few feet away, glaring at him with obvious hatred. Glauca grinned and soon left the gardens behind, still trailing his escort behind him as he returned to the Citadel in time for the next meeting.
Day 2
The Niflheim General didn't care one bit for the negotiations; he had done his job when he had delivered his message to the cowardly king. Anything more would be left to others, he was simply waiting for an official answer to the proposed terms of peace before he could leave the dull city and return to actively planning how to take down his enemies in the most gruesome and painful way. He slipped away from the Kingsglaive keeping an eye on him today, disappearing into the garden with practised ease. Glauca didn't have much of a destination in mind until he heard a somewhat familiar voice, ''I see, I'll bring you the documents soon Uncle…. Yes… I'll see you soon.'' Glauca walked around the corner and saw the younger of the two Scientia putting away his phone. Glauca grinned and moved towards the young adviser with a smirk, silently moving until he stood right behind the boy.
Ignis felt the silent presence only when Glauca was right behind, looming like an unwelcomed shadow over him; he jerked up and away from the Niflheim General. Glauca grinned at the slight expression of fear that showed up on the adviser's face before it was schooled into blank politeness. The adviser offered the General a short bow, ''General Glauca, what brings you out here? And where are your escorts?'' Ignis glanced around looking for the Glaives that should be accompanying the Niflheim guest only to find this part of the garden completely empty except for both men, the realisation somehow made Ignis uneasy as he returned his attention to the looming man staring silently at him. Glauca took a step forward, ''My escorts of the day seem to have gone missing but no matter, I have you to keep me company in this fine day.'' The general reached out and gripped Ignis by the elbow tightly. Ignis found himself stuck between a tree and the general with nowhere to go, he swallowed through a suddenly dry mouth, hiding his fear behind the polite mask of Noctis' adviser and moved away from the man. ''I see no problem in escorting you back to your quarter, General.''
Glauca was amused by the change in Ignis' posture, allowing the mere boy to free himself from the bruising grip but simply grinned menacingly when Ignis mentioned escorting him to his quarters, ''I do not usually have an interest in men but I would gladly make an exception for you. Such a delicate face and the sounds you make when in pain…. It would please me greatly to hear them in person.'' Glauca whispered to the adviser. Ignis flinched away from the man in horror, stuttering, ''W…What?'' Glauca grinned, taking a step forward and enjoying as Ignis tried to keep his composure even as Glauca continued to talk, ''It is simply a pity that Karacus wasn't able to give us the Prince's location but the recordings he sold of your time together were quite popular among Niflheim's army.'' Ignis paled the more Glauca talked, his hands starting to tremble as his mind reeled from the implication if the General's words were true. Glauca reached out once more to grasp Ignis and jerk him closer to his body, leering down at the barely standing boy, intent on continuing his amusement when a roar disturbed them, ''What are you doing General Glauca! Remove your hands from him immediately!'' Clarus Amicitia roared as he walked over to the pair, reaching out to gently guide Ignis behind him. Glauca grinned and bowed apologetically, ''My apologise, I became lost within the gardens and was merely asking this young man for direction on how to return to my quarters.'' Clarus glared at the man, keeping himself between the General and the pale Ignis and simply stated, ''Then you won't mind if these Crownguards escort you back to your quarters.'' Motioning for the 2 Crownguards instructors with him to escort Glauca away. Glauca merely smiled as he turned to follow his new escort, pleased by his short time torturing the weak prince's adviser.
Day 3
Glauca was shaving in front of his mirror when he had a sudden flash of inspiration, he was quite bored waiting for the slow gears of bureaucratic politics to move in Lucis, the only real spots of amusement had been the moments when he had met Lunafreya in the gardens and his amusing discussion with Ignis. As he looked at his image in the mirror, he remembered the annoyances that were his escorts, most of the ones he had seen had clearly been from Galahad. With a smirk of victorious vindication, Glauca left the bathroom and found a little token he had taken from the village where he had lead the first attack on the Islands Nation of Galahad, bringing it back to slip into his hair with glee. When he finally stepped out of his quarters and was seen by the Kingsglaive guarding his doors, he relished in the bitten off growls of anger that emerged clearly heard by Glauca. The feathered ribbon was apparently a mark of an honorable warrior who had performed a great rescue of another and it was apparently considered one of the greatest honors a Hunter of Galahad could receive. Glauca had no doubt that seeing such a thing in his hair would be a source of great amusement as he waited for the reply from Lucis, making his way downtown to the Immigration Districts market to bask in the resulting chaos brought forth by his presence.
Day 4
Glauca met Lance Argentum as he looked through the library for something to read to help with his increasing boredom. The encounter went nothing like he had planned as the lanky patriarch of the Argentum family stalked up to the general with a bland and yet judging gaze flitting up and down the General's larger frame before settling on the man's face. There was no hint of fear in those eyes only disdain and the kind of anger that came from being a good father looking out for his children, something unusual to Glauca who was used to seeing fear and anger more often than not. Lance gave the somewhat confused General a soft smile before speaking, ''General Glauca, I have heard much about you but never had the pleasure of truly meeting in person before. I am Lance Argentum, Minister of Immigration of Lucis.''
Glauca gave a soft chuckle before replying in kind, ''The pleasure is mine though I am afraid I have never heard of you before. To what do I owe this visit?'' Lance grinned and stated, ''I came to give you a fair warning concerning the rest of your stay here. '' Glauca leaned back and crossed his arm with a huff of amusement, waiting for Lance to finish what he had to say, ''The children are not here for your amusement Glauca. Continue to use them as such at your own peril.'' Lance said simply. Glauca waited to check if Lance had finished before starting to laugh, tipping his head back as he laughed obnoxiously. Lance simply kept his polite smile and waited patiently for the general to stop. When the man did finally stop laughing, Glauca straightened to his full height and while towering over Lance, asked tauntingly, ''And if I don't? Are you willing to endanger the chance of a lasting peace with Niflheim over the feelings of mere children?''
Lance reaction wasn't what the General expected as the man smirked back at Glauca quickly reaching up, grabbing the general's shirt and pulling him down with unusual strength and whispering into his ear, ''I am not the one you should worry about General, it's Insomnia's Trickster you should watch for.'' Lance stepped back and let Glauca go, looking just as polite as when he had first arrived into the library, reaching beside the stunned General's head to take a book from its shelves and walking away. Lance glanced to the Kingsglaives staring at him with shock and almost admiration to which Lance answered with a smile and nod before showing the Galahadian feather award he had just stolen from Glauca without being noticed hiding by the book. The speaker left the General in stunned silence, wondering who Insomnia's Trickster was, in a welcomed parody of an old saying; the pen is mightier than the sword!
Last day
Glauca was standing in front of the throne, waiting for the official response from Lucis' cowardly king. He had been told a decision had been reached last night, soon after he had met with Lance in the library and somehow lost track of the Galahad token he had left braided in his hair, and had already arranged to leave straight after this so called audience with the King. He waited impatiently as Regis made his way to his throne with his Shield at his side. Once seated, Regis looked down on Glauca and declared, ''We have come to a decision concerning the offered terms for a peace with Niflheim! While Lucis wish to find common ground with Niflheim and create a lasting peace between our countries, certain terms offered by the Empire have been found to be undesirable for that process. Lucis will not stop trying to regain the land invaded by the Empire nor will we submit to the demand of recalling operative who have risked their lives outside of Lucis' borders! Tell the Emperor that if a peace is to be found then it shall have to be fair for the sacrifices made by generations who have put their trust in the hands of myself and my ancestors! Such is our final decision.'' The declaration resounded through the room, giving even more weight to the King's words.
Glauca bowed to the king and replied, ''I shall give your answer to the Emperor. I pray you do not regret your words, Your Majesty.'' Clarus took a step forward to stand in front of his King, glaring at Glauca and telling the General, ''You will be escorted to the edge of Lucian territory by our Kingsglaives. I suggest you do not return Glauca. Should Niflheim wish to continue negotiations then they would be well advised to send someone other than a Traitor to the King!'' Glauca let the comment slid off his back without care; he had no intention of returning unless it was to see the destruction of the kingdom of Lucis come to pass. Rising from his mocking bow, Glauca turned around and left the room, intent on leaving as soon as possible. The Kingsglaives that had served as his escort during the last few days were gone, replaced by another group waiting with the car that would drive him back to the frontlines. As the General approached, he saw a woman handing his luggage to one of the Glaives who put in into the trunk of the car. By itself, Glauca would not have noticed anything from it but when the woman turned around he realised it was Sylva Argentum. The man grinned at the woman, giving her a bow as she moved away from the running car and looked with visible anger at the General. ''I have heard much about the famous nursing who lead the research and development of the Star Scourge cure, it is a pleasure to meet you before I leave.'' Sylva glared at him and walked passed him without a word, disappearing into the Citadel and leaving the Niflheim General to get into the car without interference.
Sylva stayed at the doorway, looking as the car and its undesirable guest left the Citadel grounds. She looked away from the small window at the sound of footsteps, giving the approaching group a fond smile. Her friends and family (minus the children who had been told to stay away from the Citadel until Glauca was gone), as well as the Glaives who had suffered the Niflheim General's presence since Ravus had requested they keep an eye on the slippery man, were here to watch the car bearing Niflheim's envoy disappear from sight, bringing with its disappearance a sense of relief. Sylva moved over to hug her husband who returned the embrace before asking with an amused tone, ''Spill. What has you so happy?'' The question drew everyone's attention and Regis shifted to look at the nurse; the woman looking all too please with herself. Sylva hummed and said 2 words with her most devious smirk, the one both Cor and Lance recognized as trouble just waiting to happen, ''Glitter Bomb.''
A/N:
And Sylva joined Lance in the ranks of people worshiped by the Kingsglaive ;)
I've been having a tough time written the last few chapters. I will be finishing the final chapter sometime this week before I move on to the game events. I will be re-editing the first part of the series since it badly needs to be edited. Thank you everyone who has read and commented on my chapters!