Fairy Adventure

by Magnafeana

Join Lucy, Natsu, and the rest of Fairy Tail as they not only take on new challenges but watch as their kids take on new adventures and face new challenges! Join Luna, Nashi, and the upcoming generation of Mages on Fairy Tail and more for their never-ending adventure!

101. Adventure 101

Disclaimer: I do not own Hiro Mashima's Fairy Tail, any work professionally associated with it, nor any pop culture or classical references. All original plots and characters are mine.

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In a land far, far away lies the kingdom of Fiore, a small, peaceful nation of 17 million, and a place filled with Magic found in every home, bought and sold in every marketplace. For most, Magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life. For some, however, Magic is an art, and they've devoted their lives to its practice. These are the wizards. Banded together into magical guilds, they ply their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore. But there is a certain guild in a certain town that soars high above the rest, one from which countless legends have been born. A guild that will no doubt continue to create legends well into the future. Its name...is Fairy Tail.

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PREVIOUSLY, on Fairy Adventure: with a successful audit season, Fairy Tail got to celebrate with an Assassination Week where Erza takes on her guildmates in battles to the 'death'—or, well, something like that. With Freed fighting back bad guys on the legal front who want his daughter, Luna and Liberty get to hang out, though, Liberty has a wish she just can't seem to talk about. Erza's battles have been eating up her week as everyone wants a shot at facing their Guild Master. An epic battle of the Fairy Queen versus a new team of Natsu, Gajeel, Gray, Luke, Galileo, and Julia would have worked with Luke's demonic attack—but our Guild Master is ready for everything.

Gale hijacked Luna and Liberty's time together for some sweet wholesome moments. It's hard to navigate friendship when there's romance still there, but Gale is a determined Dragon to keep his treasure. The sun got low by the time for the last battle: The Enchantress and the Prince of the Sea versus Titania. With swords crossing and even an army, nothing keeps Erza down for long—until Ena turns Silver into a Dragon as a decoy to line up her shot. But even so, Erza comes out on top with quick thinking with the promise to Ena that, one day, she'll see her father again. And speaking of seeing people again, Silver's choice to reject his dreams causes us to see one vaguely familiar face

"However, you may call me…'Euboea'."

I wonder if she got that tattoo from Orochi yet. And Luna? I'm pretty sure I can get what Gale wants as his prize…

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Chibi-Nashi shows up. "Hi, everyone! Ready for some more Fairy Adventure! The Viscount has been changed to the Marquis and Marchioness. This change will be reflected in an earlier episode of their introduction, but we just wanted to let you know about some editing of previous chapters happening."

She gives an OK sign. "Remember! Make sure to read with the lights on! See you at the end of this episode! Onward with the Savant Hall Arc!"

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Comfortable in her pajamas, Aine watched with her bowl of yogurt, cereal, and raspberries as some excitement happened outside. A black SUV was in the driveway with a regally-dressed older man who could handle the luggage himself, but Silver was adamant to pull his weight. She chewed on her mouthful as she heard steps come down the hall.

"No, Bowie, I won't have my work Compact. Contact me on my personal if anything major happens, but you know where my expectations stand—perfection or nothing. I'll touch base with you at the end of each day for an overview, but I have the utmost faith in your abilities. This is nothing more than a business trip, but since I'm dealing with a delicate affair, if you're unable to reach me…"

Ena stopped and looked like a woman on a mission. Scarlet hair flowed down with her signature braid falling down her chest and a black long-sleeve dress with striped patchwork and her silky black gloves with white lace. A scarlet trench coat hung over her shoulders. "…then try my assistant. He knows my every desire and need and can relay them to you thoroughly." She ended the call with a sigh.

Aine looked over at her. "Do you have everything arranged now?"

"Yes." Ena turned to look out the window as Mister Hollifield and Silver worked together to ensure all the luggage fit into the expansive trunk in an orderly fashion. "I'm confident in those who work for me that they will be able to handle anything that comes their way during my four-day absence. I hired them not just on their creativity but in their ability to adapt, to critical think, and their independence. And while I may not be in office"—she smiled a little as she watched Silver—"I trust my assistant to remain faithful to my vision."

Aine nodded and glanced from Ena to Silver. She casually said, "You know… You and Silver have been getting awfully close lately. I'm glad you both put your fighting behind you. You both make a really great team."

"I suppose we do," Ena commented. "I was doubtful he would last a week when he first started. However…" Those browns softened when Silver had grown embarrassed and rubbed his neck. "He's proven himself to be an exceptional person. I've never felt so efficient. I'm grateful to him."

Aine smiled. "That's great." She took another spoonful of her breakfast before she said, "It's nice that you have someone like Silver in your life with Mister Gianni and Luna. They've both had your back and they're both so caring and kind. And you have Silver with you every day. You're so lucky to have someone like that with you all the time."

Ena's hand clenched.

Aine chuckled and said in good humor, "I wouldn't mind having a friend like that all the time around me. I'm jealous of you."

Ena clutched her Compact. "How amusing. You envy me for having three people who care for me while the whole world adores you. Yes." Dark chocolates went emotionless. "Truly entertaining."

Aine's smile faltered. "Ena…" She looked away with a sigh. "I didn't mean to word it like that," she apologized. "I'm just…really happy for you that you have someone else in your life." Her hands dropped a little. "I know you had Luna, but it was just her and you. You didn't smile much without her around and…I know…it was lonely for you in the house with Mom working and me sick. That's why I'm grateful you have Silver."

Ena's jaw locked.

Aine's stare softened with sadness. "I know you don't want to hear this from me. Maybe this doesn't mean much, but…I'm really proud of you for all that you've accomplished and will accomplish. I'm always so happy when my coworkers buy your stuff and I can tell them I have an amazing little sister who stared her own empire all by herself. And now, you were invited to spend four days at the estate of the Marquis." She smiled. "It's amazing you've built a name for yourself by yourself like this, Ena. You really are phenomenal."

Ena gritted her teeth.

"And I know…"—Aine's eyes glinted—"Dad would be proud of you if he was here."

Silver came through the front door to say, "Ena? The car is ready when you—"

"Yes, and Dad isn't here, is he?"

Silver froze when he saw a shocked Aine and a rigid Ena with her bangs hiding her eyes. What's going on?

"Ena, I…" Aine looked down at her breakfast, uncomfortable. "I'm sorry. I know Dad is a sore subject for you—"

"You're wrong. How can he be a sore subject for me when I've never met the man in my life?" Ena asked of her, tone religiously bitter and agitated. "You think I wanted to do this all by myself? That it was easy to do this alone? You think I was happy being alone?" She turned her back on Aine. "But of course you wouldn't understand any of that or me." Her grip tightened. "For you to think it's amazing I was alone to do this… You don't know me at all."

Aine tried to apologize, "Ena—"

"Silver." Ena marched away as she shoved her sunglasses on her face. "We're leaving. Now."

"I-I-I, um…" Silver bowed his head and held the door for her. "Yes, mistress." He was about to follow her out, but he saw a despondent Aine and he could not leave. He turned to her and bowed. "Please forgive her. She didn't mean it."

"No, no, it's…" Aine sighed with a pitiful laugh. "No, it's fine, Silver, but thank you. I thought we got along better during Christmas, but I've been so busy lately with school and work, I just…" She looked out the window as Mister Hollifield helped Ena into the back of the SUV. "I'm saying the wrong things. I just wanted her to know I'm proud of her. And I know Dad would be proud of her if he was here." Her eyes gleamed. "I remember how excited he was when Mom was pregnant again. He'd make me laugh when he'd talk to Mom's stomach and I know he was so happy for the day Mom would give birth. But then…"

Silver saw her hesitation and prompted, "'But then'…?"

Aine sighed and shook her head before she offered Silver a half-smile. "I'm sure Mom and Ena already said their goodbyes last night. But please take care of Ena. I know she's strong and confident. She had to be to endure all she did." She looked down at her bowl in sadness. "But it's much harder to fight alone than it is with someone by your side. She's so capable and courageous, but I'm still worried what will happen if she keeps fighting alone."

"She's not alone."

Aine looked up for dark coffee to clash with determined mayan blues.

"She's never alone," Silver assured. "She has me. I might not be strong enough to protect her. But I'll still fight alongside her. I might not be the knight or the prince in this fairy tale, but…" He touched his chest and declared, "She's my mistress and I'm her loyal servant. And I'll do everything I can to make sure she never feels alone."

Aine blinked. Then she broke into chortles into her fist while Silver blushed, realizing his confession, and flailed. "W-W-Wait! That came off a little too strong, right? I-I-I didn't mean it to be like that! I mean I did, but—!"

"It's okay." Aine controlled herself into a content smile with an amused twinkle in her eye. "Please don't be embarrassed. It's sweet that you care so much about her." She turned to the window. "I know things were never easy for her. She might not blame me, but because Mystogan was hovering over me and Mom was between work and the hospital, she sees me as someone who got everything she never have. And maybe…in some ways, she's right."

Despair warred with affection. "But even if she resents me, I still love her and want her happy. That's all I ever wanted." Aine gripped her spoon. "I was desperate to make sure she lived. She's my sister. I couldn't let her go." I can live with her resentment as long as she's okay. Nothing else matters.

Silver grew puzzled at the heaviness in her voice. "Aine?"

Aine glanced at him before she looked back at the car. "I'm sorry. It's nothing." She turned to the living room. "Enjoy your trip. And take care of yourself, Silver."

"Um… Thank you." Silver stepped outside, but he had to take one more glance back before he abandoned the house. That was weird. What did she mean by that? He shook his head when Mister Hollifield looked like he would get out of the car. He climbed into the backseat to see Ena on her personal Compact. An awkward hesitation had him fidget and he opened his mouth—

"Mister Hollifield, whenever you're ready, we're ready to go," Ena said.

Mister Hollifield looked through the rearview mirror. "Yes, ma'am." As he backed up the car, he asked her, "Would you like the partition up, ma'am?"

"That's fine. Thank you, Hollifield, you're a blessing." Ena sighed as the partition rolled up as she sent her message and took off her sunglasses. She looked out the window as the houses began to pass them by and told Silver, "The drive to Savant Hall is around four hours. I suggest you find some way to entertain yourself if you have finished all your academic work."

"I did."

"Good." Ena rustled in her small handbag for her headphone carrier. "Don't hesitate to tap me if you need me."

"Right." Silver reached for the bag he had stashed in the backseat with his tablet, but each movement felt heavy as unease built inside him. He had meant to go to his ⟪ Webtoon ⟫ app and bring up the graphic novel he had been dying to finish, but he hesitated. The unease proved too much for him and he asked, "Ena—?"

"No one will ever see me."

Silver looked at her, but Ena kept facing the window with her legs crossed.

"I was invisible for years," Ena continued, timbre quiet. "No one ever saw me. I had L and Gigi, but…I was invisible to everyone else. And everyone else always saw her. Even our father." She flicked her hair behind her shoulder. "People see me now because I made them see me. But no one saw me before. And really…" She sighed. "I doubt anyone will truly see me for me. Even our father." And that ended all talk of that.

Silver looked at his tablet in confliction. He whispered, "I see you." But with no response that could be ignoring or she simply did not hear, he paid attention to his Webtoon. I always see you.

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Itsu datte kimi no sono-te wa

Itsu demo sekai o kae reru yo

Tsudzukete ku koto yamecha dame datte

Kon'na mon janaidaro? Susume!

Mukuwarenai sono doryoku wa `kabe' o `tobira' ni kaerukara

Kowagarazu ni sa~a nokku shite

It will be OK

Let's go sonosakihe

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'Silver… Silver…'

The water felt clear and cool and home, but it was the city that he could not take his eyes off. It was far from him with its mesmerizing lights and its beautiful architecture and its people. He had never seen such creatures that could live in peace with their effortless swimming and their language that exceed human ears. He wanted to be there.

'My prince.' He could feel something large had coiled onto his right, but the presence felt largely paternal and kind and regal. 'Are you ready?'

'This is your home.' Another presence took to his right. This one had an air of kingliness to him—no doubt about that—but the scent it carried was tainted in a bloody sickness. But that did not take away from its strength and familial sense. 'This is your kingdom, my prince. We are waiting for you.'

'Silver…' The water shifted before him as light seeped down. The vague outline of a woman had formed before him with a smile he felt like he should remember and those deep, caring eyes. Even with her body made from the sea, the lingering scent of roses and winter trailed around her. 'It's time for you to come home,.' She held out her hand to him. 'My pupil has cared for you well. But you must come home where you belong.' Her smile widened. 'Come home, Silver.'

'Home?' He could see his hand reach for her. 'I can…go home?'

"Silver?"

His gaze ripped away, alert, and he looked above the water. The surface was close at hand and he would know that scarlet hair anywhere. 'Ena…'

"Silver?" Ena called with her voice muffled by the sea. "Where are you?"

'I'm right here.' He could feel himself drift closer to the surface. 'I'm right here.'

Panic registered on Ena's face as she called, "Silver? Where are you? You promised you wouldn't leave!"

'I didn't leave. I'm right here.' He reached to breach the surface, but the ocean had him restrained into its depths. He kicked, desperate, and cried to Ena, 'I'm right here. I won't leave you!'

'But you must.' It was that woman with sadness in her soft voice. 'Silver… You must leave her and come home.'

"Silver?" A fearing quiver had entered Ena's voice. "Silver!"

'I'm coming!' He viciously fought against the sea trying to claim him. 'I'm coming, Ena, don't worry! I'm here!' He snarled when the ocean would not give him up and snapped, 'Let me go!' Chastised, the ocean withdrew, and he could swim freely. He kicked and cut through the water—

That regal presence rumbled, 'You cannot run from your fate. Your home is the ocean.'

His hands reached to the surface—

'You must come home to claim the power you awakened, Prince of the Sea.'

—and he breached—

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Silver gasped and coughed. It was like he had water lodged in his throat, but nothing would come out. He wheezed and could barely register his seatbelt was being clicked off, but he clung onto the one who held him until he could lessen his wheezing into pants and his pants into steady breathing. A deep inhale relaxed him as a sweetened scent of mango and warmth coddled him.

His eyes closed and he greedily reveled in this comfort and rasped, "Thank you."

"Of course." Ena threaded her hands through his hair as she held him. "Another attack?"

Silver nodded against her as his panic faded for peace. Why won't these stupid dreams leave me alone? He closed his eyes and let Ena's scent soothe him. I don't care about them anymore. I don't want to know about them. I just…want to stay here. Impulsion made him whisper into her jacket, "I won't leave you."

"Oh, Silver…" Ena sighed and drew her hands to his cheeks to pull him away so those blues fearful of dreams could meet affection browns. "I know you won't. You're to remain at my side, remember? I know you won't leave. You have proven your loyalty." She thumbed his cheeks. "There's no need for words. I believe you."

Hope flared in Silver's chest. "You do?"

"Yes. I do." Ena leaned down to kiss his forehead. "My faithful Diaval. I have no intentions of letting you leave me so easily." She pulled back to show him a soft smile. "Do you feel better?"

Silver mumbled, "If I say, 'no', can you hold me for a little longer?"

Ena chuckled behind a hand. "No. We're almost to the estate. You woke up only moments before I was going to wake you. And now that you do feel better"—she quirked her eyebrow to address Silver had nuzzled into her stomach with half of him in her lap—"feel free to release me since you're wrinkling the clothes you pressed and steamed."

"O-Oh." Pink touched Silver's cheeks as he hurried to sit up. "Sorry about that." He frowned a little as he buckled up when he saw a wrinkle in her dress. "And I wrinkled it after all that work this morning… I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. I knew I would sustain a few ruffles. They'll be my battle wounds," Ena teased him. She looked out the window to take in that walls of trees that acted as guards to high stone walls covered in Magic. She closed her eyes for a deep inhale, then exhale. "Silver. Recite to me what we discussed for this trip."

"Yes, mistress." Silver remembered, "You will be an active guest of Lord Nora Gosling, where you will be staying in the guest section of his annex. We'll receive a tour of the property today and you have requested a demonstration of the estate knights. Lord Nora will more than likely offer you a reprieve with tea to discuss affairs and then we'll have time to settle in before dinner with the Marchioness."

"Excellent." Ena crossed her hands over her knee. "The moment we are on Savant Hall property, we must keep face. Your etiquette training finished at the right time. Here, every word and action could mean an alliance or offense. The Marchioness or Lord Nora will offer me my own attendants as a gesture of goodwill and to show possible provisions should I allow them to buy me. I will reject their offer."

That surprised Silver. "But… Won't that be offensive?"

"I did not come here to be bought nor to be courted. I understand how to reject with grace. However, whatever happens, you are to remain silent and submissive," Ena instructed. "You will be my sole attendant for these four days. I have no trust for anyone who works in this estate that they will not report my actions back to the Marchioness in an attempt to skew me to her hand. Therefore, I will be in your sole care."

Silver stared in astonishment when Ena offered him a serious look.

"I expect you to take utmost care of my every need," Ena commanded. "You are not to leave my side for a moment and if someone asks you to, tell them that the only words you follow are mine." Her gloved fingers glided on his chin. "Do you understand what I'm asking of you?"

Silver nodded. "Yes, mistress." His breath caught when he felt her gentle fingers, but he caught her hand. "Whatever needs doing, you can call on me. I promise." He kissed her fingers.

Ena hummed, satisfied. "That's what I like to hear. Nobles, even in this day and age, speak the language of halves. They half-say their intentions and let the other half speak for itself in their actions. I was lucky Gigi coached me and offered me proper introductions and lessons to handle them. Their politics, their meals, and even the way they walk will be different than what you see. It's imperative for you to follow my lead and remember what I had you trained for."

Silver nodded. "I understand, mistress."

"Good." Ena retracted her hand to look out the window. She caught glimpses of her home for the next four days. When I visit nobles, I never stay for more than three hours, regardless of their insinuations that if I overstayed my welcome, it would be no issue. They had grandsons and nephews and illegitimate heirs around my age they hoped would catch my interest. This duel was a ruse. But I sensed Nora had a genuine interest in both my sword…and in me. She locked her hands over her knees. I accepted the invitation. Mother thought it risky, but perhaps this duel could answer questions Mother refuses to answer.

Dark chocolates darkened. The truth of Father's whereabouts will never be answered. However, the reason Lunagr'an could pair only with me and the reason my father knew that… I could find out the truth about my sword. Her hands tightened. And maybe that truth will help me understand him better.

Mister Hollifield rolled down the partition to announce, "We've arrived at Savant Hall, Miss."

Ena and Silver watched as glorious gates opened up from them without the car needing to stop. Both felt them pass through protective enchantments, powerful and refreshed, but neither one cared when they saw the estate. March had melted most of the snow by now, which meant the landscapers had been put to work to make the front garden looked presentable with planted flowers and trimmed hedges. The grandiose fountain that centered the front garden had turned on due to the consistent warmer water with fresh spring water. Layer symmetrically, the estate had borrowed Minstrish country house architecture and romantic architecture.

But Silver and Ena were not stunned and narrow-eyed respectively because of the estate.

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« This is Savant Hall, home to the Marquis and Marchioness of Larkspur and their four children. 150 people live and work at the estate with 10 acres of land. Savant Hall serves as one of the training grounds for future Holy Knights of the crown and is open to visitors throughout summer and fall. »

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Silver gasped. "Did all these people come to greet us?"

"Yes, they did." Ena tried to cover her distaste. Such a mockery…

Mister Hollifield circled the car before he pulled it to a stop. He got out of the vehicle alongside Silver, both ready to round to the other side to escort Ena out, but someone else approached Ena's side, and the door opened on her behalf.

Grayed yellows. "My Lady…"

Ena looked at Nora in his militant suit to display such accomplishments at his age with his hair properly done for that of a future Marquis. She bowed her head in respect, but when she rose, she lifted her chin. "My Lord."

Nora offered her a gloved hand. "As the second son of Marquis of Larkspur, it is an honor to host your presence at Savant Hall. Would you allow me to honor of escorting you, My Lady?"

"You have my utmost delight in such a pleasure, My Lord." Ena placed her hand in his as she plucked her skirt with the other and stepped out from the car. She scanned those who had come to honor her welcome. Staff dressed in the clothes of maids and the suits of butlers had all bowed and curtsied upon seeing her alongside knights who could be spared for the occasion.

"Such pantomime and pageantry, My Lord." Ena dragged her gaze to Nora's. "You needn't have made this such an event. I am but a humble seamstress and designer. Why would a working-class peasant require such exaggerated pomp and circumstance?"

"You are my esteemed guest, an international seamstress and designer, a respected swordswoman and Mage, My Lady," Nora reminded, "and you will be treated as such." He kissed the back of her hand. "Might I offer my services in getting your belongings?"

Ena lifted an eyebrow and accepted. "You may."

Nora flagged down three attendants, who hurried forward and went to help collected all the luggage from the trunk. "I hope your journey was pleasant."

"It was." Ena took back her hand. "My apologies for rejecting your offer of an escort. I hope I didn't cause offense, My Lord."

"You didn't. I hope I hadn't overstepped, My Lady."

"You hadn't, My Lord." Ena added in a murmur for their ears alone, "I understand your education dictates you address me with respect, but I am not a 'lady' nor a 'dame'. It's inappropriate to call me a title I did not inherit nor earn."

"You train in the art of the sword with such grace and refinement, the great masters cannot ignore you, My Lady. And you are the daughter of the alleged 'Queen of Fairies'." Nora's eyes glinted. "You have both earned and inherited those titles in my eyes. Out of respect for you, you will be addressed as such under my care."

Ena was unimpressed, but she reluctantly acquiesced. "As you wish, My Lord."

Silver rounded, but he paused when he saw Nora. He straightened and bowed like he was taught. "Hello, My Lord."

Nora's eyes flicked to him. He told Ena, "You mentioned you were bringing an attendant."

"Yes. This is Silver Fullbuster, the Prince of the Sea of Fairy Tail, and my faithful assistant," Ena introduced with a touch of pride that had Silver's ears burning. "You met him while at the Cake Factory during our rather…convenient rendezvous."

Nora looked at Ena as he said to Silver, "Forgive me, Silver, for the lapse in memory. My mind was focused on other things at the time."

Ena narrowed her eyes, but she did not back down.

Silver's ears pricked when his nostrils flared and a strange smell hit his nose that wafted from Nora, a touch of a masculine scent. I can…smell it. It's unpleasant and weird, but it's coming from him. And he's looking at Ena like that. His hackles raised. I knew he liked her. He turned his head in Ena's direction and sniffed. Her sweetness… It's sour now. She's…upset. Those blues pinned onto Nora in accusation. Because of him.

His body reacted before he could catch up. It felt odd, but an aggressive protectiveness overwhelmed him and he moved closer to Ena to… What was he trying to do? He never got to find out when Nora's eyes flicked to him. The longer he stared, the more Silver's mistrust built. He's staring at me. His teeth felt heavy, but he kept his mouth shut when his lips tried to curl. I don't like it.

Nora's grayed yellows flicked back to Ena. He stepped aside and offered his arm. "My Lady, may I have the honor of welcoming you into Savant Hall and giving you a tour?"

"Of course, My Lord." Ena offered a minor, respectful curtsey. "It would be an honor to me as well." She laid her arm around his, but she made sure the gesture was barely touching.

Silver did not like this at all. "Mistress—"

"Silver." Ena offered him her profile, but her eyes warned him to bend to her.

Silver dropped back, unhappy and agitated, but he bowed his head. "I will follow closely, mistress." He looked up and his eyes caught Nora's again, unreadable. His hand clenched and his jaw went taut. I don't like him staring at me. And he shouldn't be that close to her.

"You have an obedient servant," Nora remarked as he led Ena forward. "He's been trained well."

"He had to be. He learned my every need." Ena added with stiff caution, "But because as he is not a dog, he does not show me 'obedience'. He shows me his loyalty just the same as your servants and guards. Don't you agree, My Lord?"

Nora blinked, but he offered her a twitch of his lips. "I misspoke. Apologies, My Lady. Your servant does have much loyalty to his mistress. But I can assure you I will be here to attend to you. You accepted my challenge to my duel after all. It's my duty to attend to you."

"Then I will take your overt benevolence as good sportsmanship," Ena told him with an edge in her tone. "As I am here to duel you, there is no need for me to think otherwise, My Lord."

Nora's eyes flared with veiled amusement. "Your tongue is a sharp as your sword."

"My tongue is a sharp as it needs to be against those with dishonest intentions." Ena softened the biting words with, "However, I have only sharpened my blade for our duel. I take great delight to be your guest, My Lord, and hope to please you with my talent."

Nora's eyes glinted. "You are already pleasing enough, My Lady."

Silver watched and listened to the affair with burning eyes and clenched hands he could not hide. His teeth gritted. He rubs me the wrong way. What's he planning? His eyes flickered to Ena's figure. Don't worry, Ena. This Nora guy might be after something. But I'll make sure he doesn't get it. He felt something strange in his throat and his chest. A harsh vibration. A growl. And it intensified when Nora moved closer to Ena to say something in her ear. I can't protect her from everything, but…—those blues swirled with power like a warring ocean—I'll make sure she's protected from him.

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Fairy Adventure 101

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Welcome to Savant Hall

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サヴァント·エステートへようこそ

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The great foyer of Savant Hall was brighter than most nobility castles and palaces that Ena had been too, but she tried to keep it to herself. The great Catholic cathedrals with white windows and bright walls had inspired it. The grand curved staircase was padded down with regal carpet as an oil-painted portrait of the entire family hung on the wall for all to bask in their glory.

A furred fan snapped shut. "Lady Ena, how charming it is to be the in presence of such an icon."

Ena stopped, and Nora and Silver did as well. She looked up at Marchioness Irina and her prim and proper dress that complimented her eyes with a few people who stood behind her. Ena curtsied while Silver bowed behind her. "Greetings, My Lady," Ena said. "Thank you for allowing me a stay at Savant Hall. You are most kind."

Irina smiled. "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Ena. You are just as much as my guest as you are my son's." She peered behind and her smile tightened seeing Silver. "And I see you brought your adorable, little…help. Forgive me, darling, but what is his name again?"

"Silver Fullbuster, My Lady." Ena straightened with her head high. "He will serve as my attendant for the duration of my stay."

Irina laughed. "How quaint! There's no need to be modest, my dear. I have spared my most efficient and competent maids and one of my chefs for your disposal. Your…Silver can conduct himself in one of the butler's quarters."

"Forgive me, My Lady. It would seem there has been a misunderstanding." Ena's eyes sharpened. "Silver will be my sole attendant," she declared without an ounce of delicacy. "I am sure your staff is competent and efficient; however, I have severe anxieties with unknown people attending to me, an ailment that embarrasses me to this day, I'm afraid. I cannot tolerate anyone outside of Silver caring for me without undergoing emotional distress."

She held a hand for Silver to kiss and smiled when he did so. "It would embarrass me greatly to go through such an anxious fit in the presence of you, My Lady, my generous host. If that were to happen, I can assure you"—her eyes flicked back to Irina—"I would leave your presence immediately to not embarrass your household for being such an ill-manner guest."

Irina's eye twitched. "O-Oh, I… I see." She cleared her throat with a little laugh. "I wouldn't want you to be in distress when I have just received you in my home and am…more than happy to accommodate you."

Ena bowed her head. "Thank you ever so kindly, My Lady. It brings me such relief to be in the presence of such a compassion Marchioness."

"It's no trouble at all, Lady Ena," Irina laughed. She's as sharp as her mother. Her eyes turned to Silver in dismay. But he'll be a problem if he's glued to her. Perhaps if I can separate them for a long enough moment… She smiled wide. "Well now, I'm being awfully rude. Introductions are in order." She gestured forward to an older woman dressed in a suit similar to a butler sans the coat. "This is the Marquis' seneschal, Enid."

Enid placed her hand over her heart. "A pleasure to meet you, My Lady."

⌜SAVANT HALL OF LARKSPUR

Name: Enid Kensington

Age: 58

Occupation: Seneschal

Likes: skylights Dislikes: grilled cheese

Special Note: It's highly unusual for a woman to be a Seneschal, but the Marquis chose Enid due to her background and dedication!⌟

Irina then gestured to the young, freckled lady in her power suit with an Earpiece Communications Lacrima in place and a tablet on hand. "And this is one of my assistants, Trinity. She'll be assisting me throughout your stay."

Trinity bowed as well. "An honor, My Lady."

⌜SAVANT HALL OF LARKSPUR

Name: Trinity Delacour

Age: 29

Occupation: Personal Assistant

Likes: acrylic nails Dislikes: the smell of paint

Special Note: Trinity is protective of the Marchioness almost to a fault! Some say, Trinity is pining after Irina!⌟

"You will meet more of the staff as your tour the property," Irina told Ena warmly. "Normally, our Knight Commander and Holy Knight would be here to honor your reception; however, he is currently traveling with the Marquis on a business trip. You shall meet them both on your third day. The Marquis knows your preference in hexagonal chess and is excited to verse you in a friendly match."

Ena bowed. "I look forward to it as well, My Lady, and hope that I may please him as well." She lifted her hand. "And where are your lovely daughters, Ladies Sylvie and Odette? Will I be seeing them as well?"

"Most certainly. The girls are ecstatic to see you again. Unfortunately, they were unable to join me upon your reception, but they'll be along later today for tea," Irina said.

Nora interrupted, "Mother, Lady Ena has journeyed long and far to get to our home. I'm sure she would like a brief tour of the first floor and to rest and relax in her room in the annex." He told Ena, "My father gifted the annex to me upon my succession into knighthood. As you're my guest, you'll stay with me." His eyes shifted to Silver. "And your attendant can take the maid's quarters attached."

"Thank you, My Lord, for such an auspicious honor," Ena appreciated thinly.

Irina hummed, pleased. "Please rest and relax, Lady Ena. The estate is yours to explore. Save for the Marquis' private study, you are free to go as you wish. And Nora will be happy to escort you." Her eyes glinted. "I'm sure you have much to discuss."

Ena minutely narrowed her eyes. "Aye, My Lady. Our swords and the personal armory will require much discussion since my stay here is to honor the young lord with a duel and challenge the Marquis to a chess match."

Irina innocently tittered. "Right, of course!" Those dark brown eyes hinted dark mischief. "But you're quite the well-read young lady, and Nora is just as cultured. Who knows? Liked minds always have the most poetic of conversations."

Ena demurely curtsied. "Perhaps you're right, My Lady." But she did not let the hardness of her eyes dull yet. "I'd be honored to hold such a conversation with the young lord." When Nora offered his arm, she took it. "Pardon me, My Lady. I shall take my leave. Silver?"

"Coming, mistress."

"And Silver?"

Silver turned and looked up at Irina.

"I will have Enid come for you later to give you a tour of the estate as well. As Lady Ena's sole attendant, you'll need access to other parts of the estate to care for her every need." Irina waved out her fan. "It's proper for your tour to be with Enid. Nora is more than capable of serving your lady until your return."

Silver ground his teeth, but he bowed to her. "Yes, My Lady. I look forward to it." His hand clenched. I don't like this. He turned away to follow after Nora and Ena and his lips curled to show sharpened fang. I don't like this at all.

°•°•°•°

The walk through the first floor of the estate was served in silence, outside of the clicks of Ena's heels. Her eyes scanned the walls to observe the flaunting artwork and artifacts housed within the hall. The domestic servants and cleaners all bowed upon Nora's presence and offered a polite "My Lady" to Ena and a "Sir" to Silver. Maybe to some, they might have shyly smiled, said a quiet greeting back, and ducked their head. Ena was used to it and Silver's etiquettes lessons had paid off. Slight bows of the head and a humble greeting and they moved on.

"You'll have to forgive the extra workers," Nora told her. "The estate is preparing for the spring exam of the knights to vet out those who will move on to possible Holy Knighthood within the Church. We've been receiving people and having them stay at the other estate."

Ena nodded. "I understand. Am I mistaken in saying that the exam is one of the hardest ones a person can take?"

"You aren't," Nora replied. "Every spring season, the estate holds a rigorous exam that tests their endurance and intellect. Many knights and those with recommendations will be coming to the estate. Around one-hundred knights will pass and even fewer will become Holy Knights. As Holy Knights, they'll serve the Church as well as Her Majesty. It's an honor."

"An honor you wish bestowed upon you?" Ena hummed. "That's quite an aspiration to have. An admirable ambition. I'm impressed."

Nora blinked before he closed his eyes and smiled. "Thank you. And yes, it is my aspiration to have. Becoming a Holy Knight is a high honor to allow me to better serve Her Majesty and to allow my skills to further develop."

They entered into a hallway with wide windows and bright blue walls. The outside showed the courtyard that housed a large fountain with a statue of a beauteous woman with her flowing hair and arms clasped in prayer. Landscapers were hard at work with knights of the estate stationed at all entry points.

Nora turned his head to eye Silver. "Silver, are you familiar with the Holy Eye?"

"U-Uh. No, I…" Silver shook his head. "I haven't heard of them, My Lord."

Nora showed half a smile. "Your mistress shows familiarity to me. You may do the same when the Marchioness and Marquis are not around." He faced front. "Three decades ago, the Zentopia Church made a deal with the Holy Eye and now, while the Holy Eye technically absorbed Zentopia as its own faction."

"And the Holy Eye continues to make trouble in Stella due to their…charismatic pope, if I'm to read the situation correctly," Ena remarked. "How ironic a religious organization bent to retain clarity enters a world of murky politics."

Nora tilted his head, amused. "The Holy Eye has met opposition, yes, but it's an international religious organization spread about two hundred nations. The Magic Council has no jurisdiction to it to keep state and Church separated." The amusement died. "But I agree that the Holy Eye is pushing boundaries that were meant to be there. It does have me curious about something, though…" His eyes slid back to Ena. "For a young lady titled 'Enchantress', it's peculiar you didn't enter an Enchant Convent under the Holy Eye."

"I see no reason to enter an Enchant Convent," Ena told him. "My Enchant is strictly for my work. If you checked my Mage Profile, I'm a Requip Mage with little power. My Enchant is secondary and can't do much more than help me with my fashion empire. You're mistaken to think the title 'Enchantress' means much. It's a courtesy name due to the strength of my mother and my fashion empire. Nothing more."

Nora observed her. "I see. My apologies then."

It donned on Silver. Now I get it… Why she told me to play 'dumb' and not speak about Magic or the Holy Eye…

• — • — •

"But… Why can't we?"

Ena and Silver had taken a break for lunch at a Zhōnguánese restaurant with burgundy walls and paper lanterns. It was his eager suggestion to present it to her, and she had amusedly agreed to it. They sat apart from each other with a full course of food at their disposal.

Ena snapped some chicken and followed it with some rice. "How much are you aware of my abilities?"

"Well, uh…" Silver tried to recount. "I, uh… I mean, I know you can Requip and your Enchant is phenomenal, but that's it. Why?"

Ena decided on some shrimp this time. "The world isn't aware that my Enchant is as high as you've witnessed. If you looked at my statistics on my Mage Profile, you'll see that my levels in Enchant and Requip are significantly low and the only battle history available are from my sword."

That surprised Silver. "But… Why? That doesn't make any sense. Y-You're an incredible Mage, Ena. How does the world not know that?"

Ena sighed and her hand twitched with Magic. A spell blossomed, but it left no physical evidence. She gave the focus a serious look. "What I'm about to tell you is something only L knows and a few others. I'm telling you this as a testament to my trust in you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes," Silver quickly answered. "I understand."

Ena took a breath. "Enchant isn't common in the wizarding world. Almost all Enchanters immediately enter convents under the Holy Eye. I'm not one of those Enchanters. My mother never sent me to one when she knew of my abilities. And while, various times, they have recruited me to join the convent, I've declined since my goals don't align with them. Per my mother's instructions, however, the extent of my Enchant is to remain a secret to prevent further interest."

"But… The title 'Enchantress'—"

"Was given to me because of my work in fashion. Not for battle," Ena answered.

Silver was still confused. "I still don't understand. I feel like I'm missing something."

"What you need to know is that there are people who speculate my abilities are far more than what the database states," Ena said. "I'm trained in martial arts and the art of multiple weapons and have Requip Magic. Those alone grant me comparison to my mother and rightfully so. However, there are few who aren't convinced my Enchant ability could be as low as we say it is because I'm my mother's daughter."

Ena's hands tightened on her chopsticks. "Think about it, Silver. I was able to turn you into a Dragon and still keep fighting." Her eyes darkened. "You have to know by now that many Mages of Fairy Tail hide their true abilities to protect themselves. In the wrong hands, our powers could help further break an already broken world."

Silver swallowed. "I…think I get it now," he murmured. 'So, it's the same with Gary being the Devil when it comes to her and her Enchant. It makes sense. If she could turn me into a Dragon, who knows what else she could do if someone manipulated her or stole her ability?' He blinked in realization and the focus looked back at Ena. "Wait. So when you said not to mention this while we were at Savant Hall, you think…? But I thought we were worrying about that Nora-guy wanting you as his fiancé?"

"That's one concern, but it's not a main concern." Ena took another bite of her food. "The moment the Marchioness let it slip Nora was to become a Holy Knight, it made me suspicious the house of Gosling has their own suspicions about my abilities. If Nora and I became affianced and they were cognizant of my Enchant being this level, it would lobby enough support within the Holy Eye organization for Nora to be named a 'Champion of the Church', one of the highest knightly positions and is directly under the Pope."

She sneered her disgust. "The Holy Eye is trying to overtake Stella right now, where it was born. The entire affair is an abuse of religious power within the state. Turning a nation into a theocracy." She stabbed her rice. "Insanity. But their doctrine is alluring."

"Uh…" Silver had question marks around his head. "What's a…'doctrine'?"

Ena sighed. "Do I need to start giving you vocabulary words to make you more astute?"

"No!" He petulantly ate his food. 'Now's not the time to tell her I got a 'word of the day' app to sound smarter in front of her. She'll think I'm way more stupid.' "But… What is it anyway?"

Ena sighed again. "A 'doctrine' is defined as a set of beliefs upheld by an organization either political, religious, or otherwise. The Holy Eye doctrine is enticing because of how stupidly inclusive it is."

"I mean… Isn't inclusivity what everyone wants from the Church?"

"Yes, but…" Ena tried to phrase it correctly. "The Holy Eye doctrine doesn't impose a distinct deity to follow. Kardia Cathedral is within the Holy Eye's jurisdiction, but it teaches Catholicism. If you went to another Holy Eye Church, it might teach Mormonism. Scientology churches, monasteries—the Holy Eye watches over multiple religions."

"But…" Silver's brow furrowed, bewildered. "How does that work?"

"Their doctrine follows on the precipice of acceptance," Ena explained. "'We should accept the all, not the some. We should accept the one of the all. We should accept our differences and our flaws. We should accept a world that does not accept so we in turn may accept the unaccepted'. These are a few sentences from their creed. The Pope of the Holy Eye has gathered religious leaders under their thumb because of their acceptance and hands-off approach. The Pope doesn't stop teachings of other religions on their property so long as those leaders still act as friend and partner to them." She huffed. "What bunk."

"It sounds so…confusing," Silver admitted.

"It is," Ena agreed. "I don't find solace in it, but over two hundred counties and many denominations have given their religious reigns to the Pope of the Holy Eye and lived in peace with steady funding and pushing the boundaries of state and Church in countries where they are kept separate. This includes stepping on the Magic Council's toes.

"As you're well-aware, the Council and Faction are battling each other while battling the Spiritless authorities who internationally dominate society. But rarely has anyone recognized that the Holy Eye is our fourth contender in the race to shatter the world."

"So… How do your powers come into play?"

"Enchanters are commonly placed within the Holy Eye for education. As I mentioned before, my Enchant that you know exceeds any Enchanter within the Holy Eye." Ena's eyes narrowed on her food. "I'm not sure why the Holy Eye has chosen Enchanters. I've done my homework, but there is only so much I can do. As a religious organization who shuns modern-day technology within their convents and training facilities and is outside political and Council jurisdiction, there's little I can dig up. But I am aware that my ability can tip scales. And I'm even more aware that my four-day stay at Savant Hall has intentions to bait me to use my Enchant. Perhaps even use my discretion of my power against me to force me into Nora's hand—"

"That won't happen!" Silver declared, fierce and angry. "I won't let that happen to you! I promise!"

Ena blinked, then she smiled. "Yes, I know," she assured. "That's why I'm telling you this now so you can be cautious. We cannot speak of Magic nor should we bring up the Holy Eye. It will surely be mentioned in conversation alongside my aversion to an Enchant Convent. I can handle myself, but this is new territory for you. Should you be questioned about me, you must divert the conversation. Any hint that my Enchant is above-average could deteriorate my mother's protection of me. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Silver meant that with all his heart. "I understand. And I promise I'll keep your secret safe." 'For once, I can protect her too. I'll make sure no one finds out about her. I won't let anyone take her.' He clutched his chopsticks. 'She'll stay right where she is…and I'll be right beside her.'

• — • — •

Silver blinked off the memory, but he was still in thought. Ena told me that the Holy Knights of the Holy Eye first and foremost serve the Pope. Then, they serve whatever authority figure is in place in that country. They fought in the Holy Revolution in Alakitasia, from what I researched on them. But the research felt…strange. Sure, you had interviews from people within the organization, but… It felt repetitive almost. Like a blind or a mask. I understand why Ena doesn't have a good feeling about them. If she says they're the enemy, then that's what they are.

Those blues pinned on Nora. And if he's trying to become a Holy Knight too…then he's my enemy.

The hallway had to knights who guarded a grandiose set of doors. Upon seeing Nora, they pulled back the doors to allow everyone to enter. Another grand foyer welcomed them with its own grand staircase polished and prepped for company with all the bells and whistles. But what differentiated from the rest of the estate was the lack of portraits and the emphasis on weapons.

Nora caught Ena's high interest in a unique halberd with Ancient Language scrawled onto it. "This is the annex—my section of the estate," he explained. "Every weapon you see on display has fought in a war."

"The memories they could share and the stories they could tell," Ena said, breathless.

Nora hummed. "I'm sure their stories of triumph and woe would be something to hear. As these weapons have fought long enough, they're retired from the armory. I rescued them before my father could rid of them."

"'Rid of them'?" Ena echoed, appalled. "These don't deserve a death sentence. They're works of arts made for us to remember their service." She gazed upon a great broadsword and could see her reflection within the blade. She stopped before it to bask in its majesty and unique helm. "Look at him." She longed to touch it. "He's beautiful."

The jewel of the helm glinted as though pleased with her compliment.

Nora murmured, "He is beautiful, isn't he? He fought back in the Second Black War. They named him 'Soul Breaker'—or that was how word-of-mouth stories of him translated into Minstrish. He stole countless souls in the effort to stop the Demons from advancing."

"How incredible," Ena whispered, enchanted. Those browns drank in such a blade in reverence as its jewel glistened. So strange… I can feel something from it. She stepped closer as though in a trance. It feels…sad…

The jewel of Soul Breaker flashed.

"They say that weapons have their own language and personality," Nora murmured. "But it takes the right person to enchant it out of them. Do you agree with that theory, My Lady?"

"I…" Ena's hand drifted closer to the helm of Soul Breaker. "It's…"

"Mistress, your hand."

Ena blinked, mystified, as Silver came forward to take her hand into his own. "Silver…"

"Apologies, mistress, but I thought I saw dirt on your hand," Silver told her. "I would never allow my mistress any moment of dirtiness when you strive for perfection." He held her hand to search her eyes. "Is that okay, Mistress?"

Ena blinked until she was back to herself. "Yes, that's fine, Silver." What…was that feeling? She cast the broadsword a cursory look. This sword… She turned to Nora. "Is this a sword by The Forge herself?"

Nora laced his hands behind his back. "It's rumored to be so, but it's difficult to confirm. But the level of intricate craftsmanship can't be denied." He gazed upon Soul Breaker. "The Forge is a hard enough woman to contact. Father and Mother have tried to invite her to appraise these weapons, but each letter was returned. I'd be honored to meet The Forge in person. Last I heard, she took upon an apprentice before she disappeared again. And the apprentice is now a Spiritless Enchanter at such a young age."

Ena nodded. "Yes. She is elusive." Is he trying to feel out how much I know about The Forge? Not even I know her location. But Mother told me she crafted a majority of her armor and my own. I think she's privy to The Forge's location, but I'm not sure. I heard her final apprentice is gifted, but he's rejected a lot of offers and lives a quiet life. "You are right, though. The craftsmanship is excellent and could easily be submitted as The Forge's work." She slipped her hand from Silver's. "My apologies for stopping us. I was overwhelmed."

"It's no trouble. The annex is your home," Nora assuaged. "You're free to look and go as you wish."

Ena laughed. "I could spend weeks observing the weapons you have on display."

"I'm sure." Nora's eyes brightened. "And once you see the armory, you might not want to leave," he said good-naturedly.

Ena simpered. "Perhaps not. Shall we continue?"

"Of course."

Silver did not find it funny at all as he trailed behind him. It sounded more like a threat than a joke to me. He's giving me all sorts of bad vibes. He looked away, frustrated. I have to protect her, but how can I? I'm her attendant. I can't embarrass her. But all I want to do is get her away from here. But we're here for four days.

Nora guided them up the grand staircase to the second floor. He stopped them at another set of grand doors, but rather than knights stationed there, he went to the doors himself. "This will be your room for the next few days." He opened the door. "I hope it's to your liking."

Ena was taken back when she saw the suite. Oh, my…

Silver tensed. What is this?

The suite was themed in a romantic scarlet with gold accents and dark wood with inspiration from Zhōnguánese art. The suite started with its own living room with an electric fireplace and a flat-screen LV and had a small kitchenette for the occupants and a personal bar. But the doors to the other rooms had been slid open to reveal the contents. A dark wood office space had been allowed filled with books from all over, a DAL, and a globe. The bedroom was up a step with a four-poster king bed with translucent scarlet curtains and a traditional Zhōnguánese painting the Four Guardians and their master.

Ena slowly turned to take it all in. "This is divine…"

"You like it?"

"Yes." Ena looked back at Nora. "It matches my hair."

"It took the painters and the interior designers a few days to match the right shade of red."

Ena was taken back for a second time. "This room was re-done to match my hair?" Her shields were drawing back up. "Quite the overzealous gift for someone you are meant to duel with, My Lord."

"I mean no offense nor trickery," Nora pledged with a slight bow. "I understand your wariness, but I have no intentions of seeking you out for courtship unlike what my parents may desire."

Ena raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Truly?"

"Yes." Nora lifted his head for genuine grayed yellows to clash with untrusting dark chocolates. "I have no intentions of starting any sort of hunt for a partner. Not when my focus is solely on training." He strode to her, but he kept a respectful distance. "I have interest in your sword and your performance with it. You are an admirable swordswoman and I'm only hoping to earn your favor in matters of respect."

Ena studied him. I can't sense dishonesty. Though, he could be a good liar. However, I'll give him a slight benefit of the doubt. Not all children of nobles have the same interests as their parents. She inclined her chin. "I understand. I apologize if I offended you."

"You didn't. I would've been cautious too if I were in your position." Nora softened. "But—and I apologize if I'm being too bold—your hair… It's unique shade of red is beautiful. Not even the roses we plant on the grounds compare."

Ena hmphed. "You've already won my favor. More flattery will not earn you more."

"That wasn't to earn your favor," Nora negated with a subtle shake of his head. "I meant that as a harmless compliment, Ena." He showed a small, genuine smile. "Your hair is truly beautiful."

"I… I see." Ena tried not to let how off-guard such a soft compliment had made her and ignored the freckled pink on her cheeks. "Thank you, Nora."

His eyes sparkled. "It's my pleasure." He turned his head to observe Silver, who watched the pair of them like a hawk. "Your quarters are connected to Ena's. I can show them to you and explain part of the layout of the annex prior to Enid coming and my own steward."

Silver wanted to grunt his rejection, but he caught Ena's eyes and knew he had to bend. "I'd be honored, My Lord."

"Excellent." Nora turned back to Ena. "I suggest you check out your bedroom. Your balcony had quite a view." He simpered when he caught high interest in Ena's eyes. "Silver. This way to your quarters."

"Yes, My Lord." Silver hoped to catch Ena's eye once more, but it disheartened him she had turned away to hurry to the bedroom. I matched her hair color too. And I think her hair is beautiful. He's not special. But he kept his irritated thoughts to himself as Nora led him into the adjunct suite. It had been untouched with the back wall a nice blue while the others were a quiet white. The four-poster bed had his luggage on top. This is nice.

Nora stopped and gestured to the room. "Through those doors there is your own full bath with a walk-in closet. And those doors connect to the servant's passage. You can use it to move like the other workers do at your discretion."

Silver nodded. "Thank you, My Lord." He felt Nora's stare and stared right back. "Is there…anything else?"

"I'm not your enemy."

Silver blinked, perplexed at the declaration.

All pleasantries had dropped from Nora's expression. "Ena has been on my radar for a long time. I've wanted to duel her and test my abilities. She has a way about understanding her sword like I've never seen. And I can't help but be in awe of her talent." His hands tightened. "However, you're not wrong to be cautious inside these walls. I suggest you look out for yourself and your mistress."

Those grayed yellows darkened. "My intentions with her are sincere, but that's not to say everyone within these walls shares my sentiment. You'd do wisely to remember that."

Silver felt his skin prickle. "That sounds like a threat."

"Make of it what you will. I don't care." Nora turned his back on Silver. "But you might want to act less obvious how unhappy you are your mistress is in my care. I might turn the other way, but there are very…intuitive staff members in these walls. And glaring at me and constantly touching your mistress could set them off and lead to assumptions of inappropriate conduct." He waved a hand as he left. "Something to think about, Prince of the Sea."

Silver waited until Nora left to fume. Ugh! I hate that guy even more! That rumble in his chest started up again like an agitated engine.

"I'm not your enemy."

Tch. Yeah, right. You want to be a Holy Knight. That makes you Ena's enemy—which makes you my enemy too. Silver stepped from his room when he heard the suite doors close to see Ena in the living room. "Ena? Are you okay?" He glared childish daggers at the closed door. "Did that guy touch you anymore?"

"No, he didn't," Ena chuckled. She settled on the loveseat. "Come. Sit with me."

Silver quickly did so. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ena supposed. "I could sense Nora meant what he said."

Silver was quick to argue, "But he wants to become a Holy Knight, right? So that makes him one of the bad guys."

"If the world worked in 'good' and 'bad' all of the time, we wouldn't have as much conflict," Ena laughed. She closed her eyes. "The world works in shades of gray with black and white the two extremes of the scale. While Nora might want to be a Holy Knight, he might be grayer than I figured." If only I could understand his interest in my sword and weaponry. It's true that some swordsmen believe that our blades carry their own persona. I'm pleased he's one of them. But why mention that? She snuggled into the loveseat.

Silver worried, "Are you tired?"

"A little. Mother and I stayed up well into the night to review possible topics like current events and international headliners and her tales of court." Ena waved her hand upon her mouth as she yawned. "Could you make me some tea? I should be fine afterwards."

Normally, Silver would follow her command. But this time… "The Marchioness did say for you to use this time to rest," he pointed out. "How about a nap instead?" He got off the loveseat to kneel and take off her shoes.

Ena looked at him from beneath her lashes. "I know you're my attendant, but that doesn't mean you have to serve me to this extent."

"I know. I want to." Silver massaged one foot with practiced hands. "You're always working hard. I might not be able to help you at every angle, but I want to help you where I can. And if that means helping you relax, then I'll do it."

Ena sighed, closing her eyes. "You really are a charming little thing, aren't you? The girl you like will be pleased to know how caring and thoughtful you are. If she has any doubts, send her to me. I'll give you a glowing recommendation."

Silence.

"I don't…have a chance with her."

Ena snorted. "Nonsense." She opened her eyes to negate his words, but she stopped when she saw his sad, resigned smile. "Why do you say that?"

"Because I don't." Silver switched to her other foot. "She doesn't want a relationship or any type of romance. I respect her choice."

Ena grew incredulous. "Really? Says the lovesick fool who would have chased down Paige to the ends of the earth? You actually respect her choice in not wanting love? Am I in a parallel universe?"

Silver chuckled. "It wasn't my finest moment," he supposed in good humor. "But…yeah. I respect her choice. I can't do much else outside of that. If she doesn't want romance or love, then…I have to grin and bear it." Those blues waned. "But even if she'll never love me, I hope…I can be good support to her. She deserves so much. And even if she doesn't want anything from anyone, I'll still quietly support her at everything she does."

"Silver." Ena's fingers tipped up his chin to search his eyes. "What about your happiness?"

"I'm happy enough when she smiles. And I'm happy enough…to be next to her," Silver confided. "I'll be okay if she never noticed me. Just as long as she lets me stay next to her, it's enough for me."

Ena gentled. "You are a hopeless romantic," she sighed. "For the record, this young lady is missing out on so much. You're an artisan with reputable athleticism. You have a quiet kindness and compassion about you that can be charming. You might be clumsy and easily flustered, but…you're awfully determined and loyal to a fault." She thumbed his chin. "And she doesn't know how much she's missing by not giving you a chance to show her what you have to offer."

"You really think so?" Silver breathed.

Ena hummed. "Aye. I do. You have attractive qualities, Silver. Never think otherwise." She pulled back her hand—

Silver caught it. "And my eyes? You said…you liked my eyes…"

"I do." Dark chocolates glinted as they stared into hypnotic mayan blues. "You have…very nice eyes and…"

Silver leaned forward. The air… It's so much sweeter… "'And'?"

"And…" Ena felt lost with what she meant to say next when those blues were so intense and alluring. "And…" It was like something struck her that had her sucked back into reality and blink away her trance. She cleared her throat. "And I'm sure the young lady you're trying to win will think the same." She feigned a yawn. "Perhaps you're right. A nap would do me some good. A short one, though. My luggage—"

"I can unpack for you." Silver tried to internalize his nagging disappointment and gave her a cheerful smile. "It's my job, after all."

Ena shot him a wry look. "If only you took your studies as seriously as you do your job."

"I do take them seriously," Silver mumbled in a childish tone.

Ena laughed and teased, "Sure you…" She sputtered when Silver scooped her up into his arms. "Put me down! I'm not a child!"

"But you're tired, mistress, right?" Silver cheerfully reminded. "You shouldn't have to walk anymore. I can do that for you."

"You're taking this too far!"

"And…" Red tinged Silver's cheeks as he mumbled under his breath, "I can't touch you while we're in public. So this is all I can do."

Ena blinked. A Cheshire grin mounted her face as she pinched Silver's cheek. "If you said lines like that to the young lady you're smitten with, you might actually have chance, Silver."

"Shut up." But Silver reddened even further. He climbed the step to the bedroom and was delicate in laying Ena down on the bed. "I'll steam another dress for you, so no need to worry about getting this one wrinkly." He winked. "Just doing my job."

"Yes, and very cheekily," Ena muttered. "Nora let me know he scheduled an introduction with his household staff in the next hour. Wake me up in forty-five minutes and—"

"I'll have tea ready for you and check in with work."

Ena smiled, pleased. "Perhaps Nora was right. I have trained you," she teased.

Silver snorted. "Do I get a treat for being a good boy?"

"Not with that attitude. Try a little harder and you can have a reward of your choosing."

Silver blinked as Ena settled in. "Hold on… You're serious?"

"Of course. A reward is the least I can do for you." Ena curled onto her side. "Survive these next four days and your greatest desire is my command." She peeled open a mischievous eye. "But you must behave. You can't keep glaring at Nora, Silver."

Silver puffed a cheek. "I wasn't 'glaring'."

"This is not an argument. You were." Ena sighed and snuffled under the sheets. "I will not be embarrassed because you decided to have a pissing contest. This is his territory which means we are to act respectful."

Silver whined, "But he's the enemy! And he just keeps getting so close to you! You're fraternizing with the enemy!"

"My, my, the big words come out," Ena mocked not unkindly. "His touches are a standard, Silver, and nothing more. You can't wish him dead because he escorted me somewhere." She yawned. "But if he decides to come below my balcony late at night to tempt me for a midnight stroll, I give you permission to act accordingly."

"Maybe you should stay away from balconies," Silver muttered with a glare at the balcony door. He heard Ena's tired titter and returned his gaze to her. He wanted to feather her cheek, but he kept his hand to his side. "Get some rest, mistress," he murmured. "You've earned it. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Ena heaved a breath. "Thank you…Silver…" And in three more breaths, she succumbed to sleep.

Those blues sparkled. A reward after our stay here, huh? He tucked the sheets around her. Could I ask…for me to escort you like he did? To be a prince for just a day…instead of being your loyal servant? He pulled his hands away, resigned. No. I don't have the right to ask you that.

"Silver. What about your happiness?"

Silver pulled away from the bed and forced himself to leave. It's true. I'd be extremely happy if you noticed me…and I could hold your hand…and tell you words I really want to say, but… That's not what you want. I can be happy this way too. He decided to head to his bathroom first to freshen up. I better get started unpacking. He went to wash his hands and squeaked on the water.

SHHHHHHHH…

Silver pumped some soap and scrubbed his hands, watching the water run.

My Prince… That paternal croon floated in his ears. Please. Time is of the essence. Your home awaits you.

Silver gritted his teeth. Shut up, he bit back. I don't understand what's going on, but I know where my home is. Leave me alone. A brief relief filled him when that presence abandoned him. He looked up at the mirror—

Glowing blues trapped in black sclera stared back at him with those electric whiskers and a crown of horns. The reflection snarled—

Silver staggered back, breathing hard and his eyes wide. But it looked like he was startled at his own human reflection when he calmed down enough with his hands sudsy and his heart trying to lurch from his chest. A pain throbbed in his head that had him wince and gasp, but he fell forward to grip the sink for support. Keep it together. Ena needs you. That Caeryssa woman did something to me. That's all. He quickly cleaned and dried his hands, but he glared at his reflection.

"Leave me alone," he gnashed in a whisper. "You're just some weird spell that stayed in my head. I'm where I want to be, so stay out of this." Cross, he whirled away from the mirror and stalked back to his room…

…and he never noticed the hinted marks on his necks that looked like…gills.

• — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — •

Fairy Adventure

• — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — •

Both Silver and Ena were refreshed and changed out of the reception attire. Silver had gone with an appropriate button-down with a sea-blue vest while Ena had changed into red and black polka-dot jacket dress where the skirt of the dress was a solid black and the top was red with polka-dots. The introductions were in the formal sitting room of the annex dressed in sandstone with regal furniture and tea and snacks had been served.

Nora gestured to the people lined up. "Time for some formal introductions. They aren't the entire staff, but you'll see them in your stay at the annex." He gestured to the tired young man with bags under his overly-large glasses to go first.

The young man cleared his throat and bowed. "It's an honor to meet you, My Lady. I'm Carson Moretti, the estate manager for Lord Nora."

⌜SAVANT HALL OF LARSKPUR (ANNEX)

Name: Carson Moretti

Age: 26

Occupation: Annex Manager

Likes: organization Dislikes: panic attacks

Special Note: Carson is a very anxious person and has his inhaler on him at all times—and it doesn't help his employer constantly disappears!⌟

The person was a Minstrish older man through-and-through with a mustache that somehow hid his mouth, but it moved as he bowed and greeted, "Good day, My Lady. I am Richard Caine, the head butler of the annex. An honor to meet you."

⌜SAVANT HALL OF LARSKPUR (ANNEX)

Name: Richard Caine

Age: 60

Occupation: Head Butler

Likes: kite-flying Dislikes: stand-up comedy

Special Note: Richard might sound like a proper Minstrish man, but don't be fooled! He has enough dry sarcasm to go around!⌟

The next addition was a spunky young woman with pale teal eyes and a beauty mark below her left eye. "Good day, My Lady. I'm Erica Ryans, the head chef of the annex. Anything you want cooked and I'm your girl!"

⌜SAVANT HALL OF LARSKPUR (ANNEX)

Name: Erica Ryans

Age: 20

Occupation: Head Chef

Likes: sharp knives Dislikes: anchovies

Special Note: Erica might be young, but she graduated from a royal chef academy and is known for her innovative dishes!⌟

A robust woman was next with a surprising monocle and dressed in a tailcoat jacket, a gaudy broach, and squarish glasses. "Hello, My Lady. I am Meg McMannin, the young lord's personal assistant. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

⌜SAVANT HALL OF LARKSPUR (ANNEX)

Name: Meg McMannin

Age: 28

Occupation: Personal Assistant

Likes: jewelry Dislikes: lactose

Special Note: Meg runs a tight schedule, but when Nora bribes her with more jewelry, she just might look the other way!⌟

Ena smiled and bowed her head. "I'm pleased to meet you all and make your acquaintance," she remarked to staff. "Thank you for allowing me into your home and I hope not to cause you much trouble." She gestured to Silver. "This is Silver Fullbuster. He'll be my attendant for my stay. Please treat him well."

A smirk. "Oh, yeah, I think I will."

Nora sighed, displeased, and said, "My Lady, Silver, I apologize for the rude interruption, but I'd like to introduce you to—"

"I can introduce myself, Young Lord." A young man had sauntered into the room, but his presence was not as friendly or noble as the others nor did he force his attire to match theirs. His button-town had the sleeves rolled up and his hair was mused messily. He wore cross earrings and his eyes were a stunning wild green. He drawled as he eyed Silver, "I'm Tristan, that asshole's labeled 'companion'. Nice to meet you."

⌜ALYSSUM COUNTY

Name: Tristan Lauderdale

Age: 15

Occupation: Companion

Likes: yo-yos Dislikes: cracking knuckles

Special Note: Tristan is the seventh son of the of a Viscount, but he causes the most problems with his dating scandals!⌟

Richard shot a disdainful look at Tristian. "Oh, goody. The king of the couch has returned."

"Missed you too, Dick," Tristan teased.

"And his jokes have gotten better," Richard muttered with his mustache flexing. "Ha. Ha."

Nora pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tristan is an unfortunate friend and freeloader of mine from my academy," he explained, not all that happy. "Please excuse him. He has a taste for anything that has two legs, but I can easily have him removed from the property."

"You wouldn't do that to your companion, would you?" Tristan came around to put his hands around Nora's shoulders, grinning while Nora looked highly unamused. "You like me way too much to kick me out!"

"Keep telling yourself that, but that will never be true," Nora muttered.

Tristan leered at both Ena and Silver with his eyes glinting in mischief. "So which one of you is single?"

Ena coughed into her sip of tea while Silver looked wide-eyed.

Meg nudged her glasses. "Tristan. It would be wise for you to speak in respectful tones towards our esteemed guest. The Marquis and Marchioness have made it clear to all of us she is not to be distressed during her stay." Her lens gleamed. "And if you cause her distress, that means we're in trouble. Don't make our lives any harder than it has to be."

"Relax," Tristan crooned. "I'll be on my best behavior." He turned his attention on Silver. "But if she's off the table, it means he isn't, right?"

Silver's eye twitched. I can't tell if this guy is plain crazy or serious but naturally chaotic—or both. He answered as diplomatically as he could, "I'm not. My focus is solely on my mistress and only on my mistress."

"Bummer." Tristan turned his attention to Ena and had to whistle. "Wow. A redhead. Sweet." He nudged shadow-faced Nora. "Hey, dude. Don't you have, like, a huge thing for—?"

SMACK!

Meg dragged a swirling-eyed Tristan away as she and the other staff members exited the sitting room with a silently steaming Silver, a blank-faced Ena, and Nora, who looked calm but a tick mark was against his temple, left behind.

"Your companion is an, ah…entertaining character," Ena commented as she sipped her tea. "Should I anticipate much more…entertaining conversation with him during my stay?" So I can try to avoid him at every turn.

"Unfortunately, he'll be here," Nora relayed. "But I'll make sure he's on his best behavior. He's a known flirt at our academy. Our friendship started when he hit on me. I tried to kill him and now I'm stuck with him."

Ena chuckled as she slyly glanced at Silver. "I understand your pain. Somehow, our missed prey become clingy pets." Her eyes twinkled. "And needy little things too."

Silver pouted, embarrassed. "Mistress…"

"But your staff seem like very kind people," Ena complimented. "I look forward to getting to know them during my stay here." She smoothed down the skirt of her dress. "You mentioned you'd escort me for a tour of the estate after staff introductions. Is that still the plan?"

Nora told her, "I had initially thought so, but there has been an unfortunate change of plans. I'm needed to other matters. As my father is still absent, he has left me in charge of a few tasks. While I will happily give you a tour of the annex upon my return, my sisters have offered to keep you company in my stead for the time being. But if that's not satisfactory—"

"Oh, no." Ena waved a hand. "Please. I understand you have responsibilities with your position and am not here for you to neglect them. Take your time with your duties. Your sisters were both enthusiastic young women to meet in December. Tell me. Will I be hearing more about their adoration for the Duke of Aronia?" She hummed her laughter. "They were rather insistent my apparel would catch his attention for your reception ball."

Nora shook his head as though disappointed in his sisters. "You'll have to excuse them. The Duke of Aronia is one of the youngest and eligible bachelors among Fioren nobility. He's standoffish and refuses to learn the art of the sword, but rumors have it he's a handy Potioneer like his mother was prior to the fire that claimed her." He took a few sips of his tea. "But that's all I know of him. I attend events, but we rarely cross paths and neither one of us are much for socializing."

"I understand." Ena nibbled on one of the snacks and mentioned, "Personally, I find the Duke of Aronia quite a handsome figure. I've watched a few of his debates during Parliament and Grand Committee. He's a brilliant idealist and quite eloquent." She simpered, "And who could resist his darling greens eyes and black hair? It's no wonder he's being pursued. Quite the attractive features, especially with his jawline. I'd love to have him model for me."

Silence.

Ena looked to see comical shadows had covered both Silver and Nora's eyes and, to her clueless bewilderment, the mood seemed very off. Have I said something? She decided to change topics. "Regardless, I can't guarantee that anything I craft will catch anyone's attention."

"Now that's a lie." Nora smiled a little. "I'm sure anything you design for yourself turns heads, with or without the intent."

"Ah…" Ena tried not to let the compliment fluster her. "I am photographed for my outfits constantly, yes."

"That's not what I meant." Grayed yellows gleamed in amusement. "The pictures don't do your creations nearly enough justice. True beauty needs to be seen up close."

Ena cleared her throat. "Well… I…agree with that." She enjoyed another finger snack to stave off more conversation.

Silver could not help it when he took a deep breath. That sour scent is gone… She smells a little sweeter now… He tried hard not to glare and kept his eyes on his lap. Compliments embarrass her. She blushes when I give her compliments. I just thought… He killed a dream he should have never had and hid his sad envy. Forget it.

Nora looked amused at Ena's shy aversion. "I still have some time prior to my affairs. I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in seeing the training facilities the knights will be using for the exam."

Ena brightened. "You'd allow me to see it? But I assumed such an exam would need secrecy?"

"It does. Since I'm not participating in the exam, I still have free range to the grounds. And you are a dame in your own right and my guest. We could bend the rules for you to witness the exam grounds and a few demonstrations." Nora's lips quirked. "If you're not interested…"

"I'd very much like to see it all," Ena breathed, unable to sideline her excitement. "It's not every day I get a demonstration from knights. I'd be honored."

Nora looked like a cat who got his cream. "Perfect. And please bring your sword. The knights of Savant Hall are aware of your mother's dame status within Fiore and will be eager to meet a future dame."

"I have a long way to go before such status," Ena dismissed, but a bit of pink stained her cheeks. "Your flattery is kind but unnecessary. I trust you have honorable intentions."

"Again, it was just a harmless compliment," Nora breezed, but he kept his eyes pinned on her. "I've admired your skills for some time. You'd make an amazing Dame Knight if you wanted. The way you understand your sword is inspiring. I've been to a few of your live-steel demonstrations, and you looked breathtaking."

"I…" Ena wished she had her fan and disliked her exposed red cheeks. "Thank you, Nora. I apologize I lack the same knowledge on your sword-fighting to return your compliments."

"I didn't ask this for quid pro quo," Nora murmured. "I'm just happy you're accepting the praise. You deserve it."

Ena tried in vain to clear her throat. "Well then… Thank you once again." I can't understand if he means to make me flustered as a means to throw off my game for the duel or if he's sincere. It's not uncommon for the mental games between opponents to start at first sight. She fiddled with her skirt and told him, "But let this be a warning. Tricks or not, I plan to give you my all tomorrow."

"Believe me, Ena." Nora's smile widened. "I look forward to it."

Silver felt that rumble in his chest take an aggressive turn.

Nora broke his stare to look at Silver as though cognizant of the disdain and got up. "It's unfortunate I can't spend more time with you, but I'll make sure not to take too long." He offered her his hand. "I'd like to show you the armory. And since you're a fan of teas, I've ordered a tea tasting event in your honor. Erica has been excited about the new blends she crafted to please you."

"You're most thoughtful." Ena slipped her hand in his to get up. "I don't want to keep you from your tasks." She offered a laugh, a bit unsettled. "I'd be disrespecting the Marquis by becoming such a distraction, I'm sure."

"You're my guest," Nora firmly told her. "Nothing about you is a distraction, just a privilege and an honor." With exaggerated slowness, he kissed the back of her hand. "I hope you know that, My Lady."

"Ah…" Ena turned away. "Silver?" She paused when she saw an odd expression his face. What's wrong with him? It clicked. Oh. He must be worried Nora is insincere and trying to throw me off for the duel. How considerate of him. "Could you make sure I have the gifts for both ladies? I'd like to thank them for being generous hosts to me." She told Nora, "I brought gifts the Marquis and Marchioness as well to extend my gratitude for this wonderful opportunity. And a gift for you as well."

"My mother was right. We do have liked minds," Nora said. "I have a gift for you too."

That surprised Ena. "Me? Oh, please, that's not necessary—"

"Please don't decline." Those yellows spoke of promise. "We may be dueling, but you are my guest first and foremost and accepted my invitation. I want to show my thanks to you. Please allow me that."

"That…is acceptable," Ena said weakly. "Silver. Please retrieve the gifts for the ladies."

Silver was slow to get to his feet and bowed. "Yes, Mistress." His hands tucked into white-knuckled fists. Those blues stared down Nora. Something stirred, impatient and it told him he need to show his teeth. He was not looking at an enemy.

This sensation told him he was looking at competition.

°•°•°•°

The tearoom Nora had escorted Ena and Silver to was a personal greenhouse used for the most esteemed guests, but Ena and Silver saw the various red flowers that besotted the greenhouse. Silver had remained quiet and agitated when Nora had plucked a flower to give to Ena and his mood dropped even more when Ena accepted it with a smile. Tea was already prepared and kept warm alongside the snacks. All Silver had to do was serve them—

"Oh my god, Ena, darling!"

Ena had a tight smile on her face, but she offered a respectful curtesy. "My Ladies," she greeted humbly. "It's been—" She choked when one of the sisters threw herself at her for a tight hug and cheek kisses.

"Ena, darling, we're so happy that you're here!" The young lady pulled back, though she was significantly paler than Nora or Irina. Her platinum blonde hair had brunette roots with wide dark brown eyes, and she looked like a vision in her spring green dress. "We have so much to talk about!"

⌜LARKSPUR COUNTY

Name: Sylvie Gosling

Age: 16

Occupation: Lady of Larkspur

Likes: fuzzy socks Dislikes: pretzels

Special Note: Sylvie is known for being popular at her academy—and for being a simp to the Duke of Aronia!⌟

Ena offered a polite smile. "It's nice to see you, Lady Sylvie. I'm sure there is much to discuss." She did air kisses on both cheeks.

A warm smile. "Lady Ena, how wonderful it is to see you again." This sister more demure rather than her excitable sister and stuck to her natural honey brown hair with her dark eyes hidden beneath her glasses. She was comfortable in a long sleeve shirt and a flared skirt.

⌜LARKSPUR COUNTY

Name: Odette Gosling

Age: 18

Occupation: Lady of Larkspur

Likes: Sci-fi romance books Dislikes: anime

Special Note: Odette might be the quieter sister, but she gets very enthusiastic about her books—and the duke!⌟

Ena nodded. "Lady Odette, I assure you I share the sentiment." She gestured to Silver. "This is Silver Fullbuster, my attendant."

Silver bowed. "Nice to meet you—"

"You brought us gifts!" Sylvie sparkled with excitement as she saw the packages wrapped and ribboned with perfect. "You're so perfect, Ena, darling!"

Ena deftly gave an annoyed Silver a look of bend before she smiled at both sisters. "Yes. You're being such gracious hosts and I felt foolish coming into your home without giving you some form of my gratitude." She pushed a pretty pink box to Odette. "Lady Odette, since I heard of your favorite genre of books, I gift this to you."

"Oh, thank you, Ena." Odette pulled the ribbon and opened the box, only for her eyes to go wide. "Oh…!" She picked up the box-set, amazed as could be. "A box-set of Ice Planet Barbarians? But I thought the preorders at sold out?"

"I pulled a few strings," Ena cryptically told her.

Odette looked over the moon. "This is an amazing gift! Thank you, Ena!"

"Me next, me next!" Sylvie went for her present and ripped off the ribbon and the box cover only to gasp. "Oh – my – god! Ah!" She squealed and drew up her present for all to see: a koala stuffy in a glass case with the signatures of all seven Young Nation members. "Oh my god! This is incredible!"

"I heard you like Young Nation and had a favor to cash in," Ena explained. And L's going to be so surprised for the other favor I got her. She glanced at an unhappy Silver. And him as well.

"Oh my god, I love them!" Sylvie lurched to hug Ena tighter than a clam before she pulled back, bouncing. "You're, like, the best person ever! I can't believe you got this for me!"

Ena waved the praise. "Your family is kind to allow to stay in your home for these next four days. I wanted to make sure you didn't regret hosting me."

"We could never," Odette assured with a pearly white beam. "We're both so happy that Nora invited you here. We've been dying to talk to you more. And Mother and Father are ecstatic you've come."

Sylvie rolled her eyes. "Please." She plopped in her seat in a very unladylike fashion. "Irina is just hopeful her son gets more of Dad's favor if he latches onto you," she told Ena. "But Dad's excited you're here."

"Sylvie," Odette scolded. "You shouldn't call 'Mother' by her first name. It's extremely rude. And Nora is our brother."

Sylvie huffed. "Just because you and Atticus call them 'Mother' and 'Brother' doesn't mean I do."

"I'm aware I'm years too late to offer this, but I do offer condolences and sympathies to you both for the loss of your mother, the first Marchioness," Ena told both sisters, somber. "From what I'm aware of, she was rumored as a kind yet firm woman, beautiful and strong. Those attributes that run through you both."

Odette smiled. "Thank you, Ena." Her eyes sparkled a deep sadness. "We were young when our mother died, but… It was hard on the entire family." She offered a faint smile. "But Irina has lightened his spirits. You can say she really is a 'Saintess'."

"Like that means anything," Sylvie huffed. "She got kicked out of her abbey, Det, I'm telling you."

"'Abbey'?" Ena echoed. "What do you mean?"

Sylvie whispered loudly to Ena, "Well, Irina claims she has Saint Magic, but you're only taught that Magic in a convent. She had to have been kicked out to marry Dad. But Dad explained she was just a normal person and was born with it." She snorted. "I just don't like her or her son."

"You just haven't taken the time to get to know her," Odette chided her sister. "You ignore Nora all the time, but he's very nice and knowledgeable. You should be kinder to him. Sylvie." She sighed when her sister huffed. "Please excuse her. Don't let her opinions skew yours of them."

Ena lightly laughed. "Everyone is entitled to their opinions," she said. "The Marchioness has been pleasant and so has the young lord. I look forward to our duel."

"We do too," Odette chirped. "Father's regretful he won't be back in time to witness it, but with your chess match and the upcoming Knight Ball on your last night with us, he's made it clear he wants to speak with you—"

"Excuse me?" Ena did not bother hiding her confusion. "I'm aware of the ball since I've designed your dresses, but I will be leaving before the ball commences."

Odette frowned. "Mother told us you'd be in attendance. Is that not true?"

"You have to come!" Sylvie told her. "The ball is going to be so amazing! All those yummy knights and the Duke of Aronia will be there!" She moaned her happiness. "Ena, you really should come and scope them out. You could find a promising knight in your future!" She squealed. "They're so gorgeous!"

Ena chuckled as Silver came to fix her another cup of tea. "I'm too young to be looking for a knight-in-shining-armor nor do I want one. I'm content where I am." She offered Silver an easy smile when he nudged her tea back to her. "Thank you, Silver."

Silver nodded and slipped back into the background.

"You'll take one look at those knights and change your mind," Sylvie snickered. "They're so hot and stacked! You don't know how lucky we are to host the Holy Exam every year. You never have a bad view in sight."

Odette sighed dreamily. "You really don't," she agreed. "And Father says the ball will be even more extravagant, while the Fioren Primate of the Holy Eye is coming, which is normal, Mother says she invited the Holy Mother too and she's in charge of the Enchant Convent in Fiore."

Ena tried not to stiffen.

Silver clenched his hands behind his back.

"Did she now?" Ena asked, tone casual. I see. This would have been an ambush had the ladies not said a word. Enchantment is listed as my secondary ability and weak. But a Holy Mother who touched me would find out the truth. And a Fioren Primate for the Holy Eye… Accepting an offer to the ball could demolish everything. However, if I'm smart, I could learn about the Holy Eye since there is so little about them. She smiled. "Well, with such interesting people in attendance, I suppose I'll need to find something to wear."

Sylvie squealed her excitement. "This is perfect! I can't wait! I'll totally have to introduce you to…!"

Silver let his eyes drop to Ena as she listened to Sylvie's ranting and raving about the ball and the potential knights to watch out for. Why is she putting herself in danger like that? I thought the Holy Eye was the enemy. It's like she wants to be caught. He knew the skin over his knuckles were straining. His chest hurt when that rumbling came back. Something stirred in his mind, agitated. Why isn't she thinking this through and protecting herself? Why?

Ena felt something off and looked back at Silver as Sylvie continued. She could see the unhappy expression on Silver's face, but she glanced away before her look at him was too long. What's his deal? She sipped her tea only to cringe back looked at the little bubbles. It's…boiling. She frowned. What exactly is going on here?

°•°•°•°

Silver trailed behind the girls as Sylvie looped her arm with Ena's and happily gave her the grand tour of the main estate and her apartment with Odette chiming in with historical facts Ena listened to and questioned about. The pinnacle of the perfect guest and prim and proper lady, she was. Her light laughs and genuine smiles and the way she listened and asked questions—it was as if she were born and bred to be here.

Silver felt like a fish out of water.

Ena had years to practice a mask to wear and had perfected the art while Silver was just like his mother and wore his heart on his sleeve. He tried to remain stoic and unbothered, but it was difficult for him to do so the more he kept an eye on Ena.

I really want to pull her aside and tell her attending a ball like that is a bad idea. Silver bit back his helpless frustration. I know I can't. But it could be dangerous. She's strong, but…but this is stupid! Why risk yourself like this? He looked away with a clenched jaw. I'm sure it's all part of a plot to lure Ena in. If anyone finds out about her Enchantment… Those blues hardened. No. No one will. I'll make sure of that.

They had headed outside to the courtyard. Landscapers were finishing up with the courtyard project. It was all in preparation for the ball in four days, but they would be finished by tomorrow to make sure the entire estate could receive the Marquis in all its splendor. What made Ena give pause was the large fountain they approached and the statute of the woman. A band covered her eyes, but tears leaked down her cheeks as she prayed and prayed in her pose.

Ena squinted. She looks…familiar…

Sylvie looked where Ena's sights were, and her face soured. "Oh. You're looking at her."

"'Her'?" Ena repeated.

"You can thank Irina for it," Sylvie muttered. "She's hideous, isn't she?"

"No, she's…" Ena stepped closer to the fountain. "She's quite beautiful." Where have I seen her before? She blinked when she noticed the etchings this statue stood upon. These markings… An Undine… An Elf… The Fae… I can see the gods and Demons and Dragons… Her eyes went back up to the statue and it resonated with her. This statue… She's the statue from the stained-glass window. "Who is she?"

Sylvie crossed her arms and shrugged as she looked at the fountain in disdain. "Probably no one. Irina just likes spending Dad's money just because."

"That's not true," Odette admonished. To Ena, she explained, "Irina told us she's a figure from the religion she follows. I guess she's the deity she worships, but Irina calls her 'Mother'." She studied the statue with her hands clasped. "I'm unsure what religion it is, though. I'm only familiar with Holy Mothers from Enchant Convents. But she must be a powerful deity. Irina says that her Mother gave birth to countless things, even other religions. She doesn't require worship or a following. I find it quite interesting since most deities are different."

"Yeah, all make believe," Sylvie muttered. "She's just another ball of gas out there somewhere."

Odette sighed and pinched Sylvie's side. "It's not nice to make fun of someone's religion. Everyone is entitled to their own belief. Still, though…" She looked back at the Mother statue. "Perhaps this 'Mother' is part of the Old Gods. I'm unsure. Irina never really explained much outside of that, and I can't find any books about a deity name just 'Mother'. But Irina spoke about her with passion. I don't know."

Ena hummed. So. She's called 'Mother'. But… The mother of what? Life? Everything? I wonder…

"Well, well, well… We meet again, My Lady."

Sylvie's face screwed up and Ena stiffened when Tristan came over, walking on the stone rim of the fountain with a book tucked under his arm. He jumped down in front of Ena and offered a mocking bow and a mischievous grin. "Glad to see you come to my neck of the woods."

"Ignore him, Ena," Sylvie told her. "He might be Nora's friend, but he has no manners or personality outside of kissing anything with two legs."

Tristan's grin broadened. "I have standards, My Lady. It's a shame you don't meet them." He snickered when Sylvie shot him a middle finger (which earned her another pinch from Odette for such unladylike behavior) and he focused on Ena. "Enjoying your time with the old biddy over there? I can show you a lot more interesting places."

"I appreciate the offer, but both lovely ladies have been amazing tour guides. After all, they are ladies of this estate," Ena said primly.

Tristan chuckled. "True." He waggled his eyebrows. "But I was thinking for a more…private location." He jerked back when Silver came between them with a hard look on his face.

"You're too close to my mistress," Silver warned. "She gave you her answer. Please respect it."

Tristan blinked before he cackled. "My bad. You can chill." His eyes slid to Ena in adolescent appreciation. "I wouldn't want to touch Nora's guest. Not with a guard dog like you around. But since you're versing my best friend tomorrow, I thought we could get to know each other."

"She'd rather not," Sylvie rudely interrupted as she took hold of Ena's arm. "Ena is above being around things like you, Trash-tan. Plus, she's our guest until Nora's finished with his work, so you can go back to being a freeloader. Bye." She guided Ena away and chatted merrily about her dress for the ball while Odette took up Ena's other side almost to protect her.

Tristan's laugh faded into a sigh. "Damn. She'll be difficult to speak with." He caught with Silver as he walked away to follow and nudged his shoulder. "Hey. I know she's your 'mistress' and everything, but you don't need to go bodyguard mode here. Nora will take care of her." He laughed to himself. "She's the reason he's into redheads."

Agitation seeped into Silver's skin, but he restrained it—just barely. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nora dragged me along to one of those 'live-steel demos', I think they're called. Lady Ena was demonstrating against two opponents, and Nora couldn't get enough," Tristan recounted. "He wanted to stay for her whole demonstration, but we had to leave since we weren't supposed to be there in the first place." He low whistled. "Man, she's intense."

Silver felt proud on behalf of Ena. "She is. She's one of the strongest and fiercest people I know." He gazed at Ena when she simpered over Sylvie dramatically telling her a story. I hope to be strong enough to stand beside her one day.

"When Nora told me he finally got to challenge her, I was pretty surprised," Tristan admitted. "I mean, she's this crazy popular fashion icon, right? I didn't think she'd have time for a duel with him, future Marquis or not." He shrugged. "But his parents were pretty ecstatic about the entire thing. They even invited two Holy Knights to watch the duel."

Silver froze. "What?"

Tristan saw nothing wrong. "Yeah. I overheard it, but I figured it was a surprise since Nora doesn't know about it. I'm sure he'll be excited Holy Knights will be watching him and push himself even more." He noticed Silver had stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Are you coming?"

"Yes, I am." Silver kept walking, but his thoughts were raising. It's bad enough Ena wants to go to some dance and square up against some of the Holy Eye people, but now we'll have Holy Knights? An unbridled feeling of protectiveness surged. I have to tell Ena when we get back to the room before dinner. She needs to know what's happening. His back prickled and he turned around to scan the windows. Someone really is trying to out her. And I can't let it happen.

• — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — •

And so…

• — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — •

Ena sighed as she retired into her room with her head throbbing a bit. "My, oh my… Sylvie can certainly talk," she breathed. She rubbed her temples as she felt Silver touch her back and take her hand to escort her and she was too out of it to mind. "She has so much energy that it makes me exhausted looking at her. And that Tristan… He reminds me of Cane, but in a worse way."

Silver nudged her to sit on the couch and removed her shoes as she lied back on the couch.

Ena closed her eyes with a deep breath. "I'm happy they like their dresses. I'll have the day after the duel to finish last-minute touch-ups. They're fortunate that I always pack an entire wardrobe everywhere I go." She groaned deeply when Silver started his massage. "The ball should be interesting," she remarked. "The Fioren Primate and the Holy Mother of the Holy Eye. What an event."

Her eyes cracked open. I've been recruited to the convent with letters and calls, but they've never been audacious enough to approach me in person. I'm sure Mother played a part as well as my Mage Status. The Magic Council has no jurisdiction over those who enter the convent, but the Holy Eye can't touch a registered Mage. Her eyes flashed. I'm sure the Marchioness will mention this at dinner and more than likely suggest I arrive on Nora's arm. I won't be able to reject it this time. But I need to feel out how Nora truly feels about the Holy Eye.

Her eyes narrowed. Is he like me and wants to know the reasons behind their confounding practice? Or does he believe their rhetoric and wants to serve it? The overhanging silence registered, and she looked down at Silver and the hard expression on his face. "Silver? You've hardly spoken. Are you all right?"

Silver looked up at her, steely blues colliding with questioning browns. "Can I say something?"

"Yes." Ena nodded. "Speak freely. We're alone."

Silver let go of her foot to sit back on his haunches. "I think going to the ball is a bad idea," he confessed. "If the Holy Eye is the bad guy here, then we shouldn't risk it and put you closer to them." His hands tightened on his thighs. "We should stick to the original plan and leave on the fourth day in the afternoon. That way you're safe.

Ena blinked.

And then she did something Silver never expected.

She laughed at him.

Silver was in disbelief. She's… She's laughing at me? Red burrowed on his cheeks as embarrassment mixed with humiliation. She's laughing at me…

Ena calmed herself down into a wide, amused smile. "Oh, Silver." She cupped his chin. "There's nothing to worry about," she soothed. "I appreciate your worry, but I'm safe either way. Regardless of me meeting them in person, they can't publicly act without my consent to withdrawal as a Mage. They have no jurisdiction over me. But your worry is sweet." She blinked when Silver wrenched his chin from her. "Silver…"

"You're not listening to me," Silver rumbled. "You told me those guys are the bad guys and now you want to meet with them?" He stood up, his body tingling in worry and anger. "That's…! That's just reckless! You should play it safe and leave so nothing happens to you."

"And nothing will happen to me." Ena was slow to rise, but she held his stare. "I'm aware the move comes with a cost. But the Holy Eye is an ominous entity with a veil. I won't get all the answers. But this can be a chance for me to prod them without being committed to a convent. I'll be okay—"

"But you don't know that!" Silver blurted, insistent. "What if they find out the truth about you, huh? What then? Everyone in that room could be an enemy? That's like swimming in a pool full of sharks."

"Then I'm fortunate I'm a shark as well." Ena lifted an eyebrow, standing her ground. "I'm not asking you for permission on this, Silver. Your concern is noted but unnecessary. I will be attending the ball on Nora's arm, and you will be there as an attendant—"

"Why would you be with him?" Silver asked her. His emotions fizzled, conflicting and confusing, but whatever stirred within him felt strangely upset. His nostrils flared as a tangy, sweet scent lured him. "He's our enemy too!"

"But there could be a chance he isn't—!" Ena took a deep breath before she hissed lowly, "I am not arguing with you. You agreed to remain my submissive attendant during this trip. Do your job."

"And you told me to act accordingly if something happened," Silver reminded. He felt his teeth ache and his neck itch. Frustration gnarled with another emotion he was unfamiliar with, but it set him on edge. "Ena, please, we should leave. You're not safe here—"

"And you aren't the one to dictate that!" Ena snapped. "You aren't my father, Silver, you don't get to decide—"

"Yeah, I'm not your dad because I'm here, staying with you, worrying about you, and he's not!" Silver retorted. Something rough had hit his tone as his frustration heightened. That roughness went to his throat and made his words gravelly. A twinge in his chest pushed him into motion, but his body and mind could not register what that motion was.

"If you are going to act this entitled, perhaps you shouldn't stay with me," Ena icily countered, fed up. "Perhaps it would be best if you go home so you don't have to worry about me."

That stunned Silver for a moment with hurt. "You… You want me to leave?"

Ena glowered at him. "You came with me on the principle you would do as I say and bend when I needed you to. If you can't handle a task as simple as that, then…" She lifted her chin. "Then leave." Tone final. "I will do fine without you, and Nora is happy to help should I require it." Those browns went cold. "I might have wanted you here, but I don't need you here." She gave him her back. "I'm going to rest before dinner. Get out of my sight and decide quick."

Silver felt like his head was abuzz with a dizzying power as Ena brushed past him with that sweet scent turned bitter and spicy with heated anger and disappointment. She… She wants me to leave… She… She doesn't need me. Noise churned in his ears of stormy waves and thunder. A swell burdened his chest that made it vibrated and his skin itched. That stir inside him felt alive and angry and filled his blood with something hot and fierce. It was…instinct.

Ena climbed the step to her room when she felt water grip her wrist and force her back. It forced her to stagger, shocked, and she felt a nose press into her neck and something sharp went for her skin and tried to press down. Fear pressed her, deep and soulful and unnatural, but that sensation of sharpness against skin terrified her something fierce. It was not death that frightened her, but a belly-deep instinct that clawed its way out that if this sharpness impaled, something bad would happen. Not death but nothing right.

Her reflexes were quick as she summoned her sword and butted back her elbow to flip this around and held Lunagr'an up to Silver's throat—

Glowing blues crashed into terrified yet furious browns.

Ena breathed hard, but her emotions blurred confusion. What is…? She cataloged his swirling eyes before they fell to his sharpened teeth in such bewilderment. What…? His eyes… His teeth… She whispered, fearful, "Silver?"

That undid something within Silver.

Pain diseased his body as he staggered back, breathing heavy. The headache threatened to knock him over, and an anguished groan left him. He could hear Ena's muffled calls for him, but he felt like he was underwater with the surface blocking her words. What…? What's happening to me? His knees buckled, and he fell on his hands and knees, shaking his head in desperation to clear the fog. He looked at his hands, but it felt like a glitch. Flesh was there for one second, but then he was back on the battlefield with iridescent blue scales and sharp claws, but it glitched back to flesh.

I… What…? What's happening?

Silver… It was the woman again. Silver…

"Leave me alone!" Silver whimpered. "You're just a dream!" His breathing spiraled into hyperventilating with his body shaking and his eyes felt hot. Why? Why is this happening? It's just a dream. Caeryssa just did something to me. So why…? He shut his eyes as tears leaked out. Why can't I stay calm?

"Silver."

Silver froze when warm hands pulled him from the ocean of his anxiety and forced him to surface. Teary mayan blues connected with delicate dark chocolates, and the agony impeding his body subsided.

"Don't worry," Ena soothingly crooned to him. "I'm here." She pulled him into her stomach and stroked his hair. "I'm right here. Always."

Silver remained frozen.

Then the tears fell.

Ena closed her eyes when he clung to her and buried his head into her stomach to cry. No shame, no judgment, no reservations—his stress and panic were cried out of him, and she held him with her hand running through his hair. I should've known he wouldn't act so barbaric without reason. His nightmares have been stressing him out. And I didn't notice. She heaved a breath as her eyes opened with glints of sadness. My dear, sweet Diaval. I'm right here. You can cry all you want. But I'll be here.

It felt like hours had passed until Silver hiccupped and sniffled, but he could no longer cry. The throbbing in his head disappeared, but heavy embarrassment weighed him down. He sniffled and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

Ena hummed. "I know."

Silver sniffed again. "I just don't want something to happen to you."

Ena hummed again. "I know." She sighed. "Why didn't you tell me your nightmares have been stressing you out this much?" She felt Silver nuzzled into her and knew he did not want to answer. "Whatever the case may be, I'm here for you as a friend too. You can lean on me. And you can cry on my shoulder whenever you need to." She repeated his words back to her, "I'm to remain at your side. So please don't worry."

Silver looked up at her with those glossy blues. "Really?"

Ena thumbed his cheek. "Yes. Really."

"Does this mean you won't go to the dance then?"

Ena sighed. "I'm still going to go." She witnessed the disappointment and worry wash into Silver's eyes and added, "But I'll minimize as much risk as possible. I understand you're worried for me, Silver, but you need to trust your mistress. Do you understand?"

Silver mumbled, unhappy, "Yes, mistress." He closed his eyes when she kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry for crying."

"At least you didn't make a storm," Ena teased him. She tried to pull away and rolled her eyes with a smile when Silver weighed her down. "I have to get up eventually, you know. We have dinner to prepare for, and you need to keep your temper in check when Nora comes to escort me." She laughed when Silver held her tighter. "I understand your reservations. I have them too. But we are to play nice."

"I don't understand why he has to touch you," Silver grumbled.

"It's customary."

"But he gets too close to you," Silver said darkly.

Ena lifted an eyebrow. "And what if I wanted him to get close?" She chortled behind a hand when Silver spluttered, wide-eyed. "I'm teasing, Silver. I'm not looking for his attention or anyone's." She used his loose grip to get to her feet and smiled a little wider when the loss of their embrace made him pout and begrudgingly get up. "I'm not exactly an excitable person to earn attention, anyway." Those browns faltered. "I'm aware I'm lacking."

A hard frown. "You're not lacking."

Ena blinked, surprised, when Silver took hold of her chin. Silver…

"You're so much more," Silver whispered, impassioned. "I wish you could see that so many people admire you." He embraced the heightened sweet scent that smothered his nose and lured him. He had never felt drunk before, but when the sweet smell overpowered him, irresistible, he felt that wooziness and contentment. "I admire you a lot."

Ena stepped back, but she jolted when the shut bedroom doors blocked her, and she was cornered. Her heart hurt, but all those reflexes she had sharpened did not tell her to fight and draw her sword when Silver crowded her. Distant confusion hit her. She had been tired than angry then… She did not know what the next feeling was. "You…admire me?"

Silver nodded. "Yeah. I do." That stirring buzzed, but it was not accompanied with hot-blooded anger and instinct. It felt…soothing and docile. Confusing, yes, but his body slackened, and his mouth parted. He could taste sweetness.

"I… I see, um…" Ena swallowed with pink tanning her cheeks. Her eyes flickered down as she heard each of her heartbeats. I don't…understand this... She blinked rapidly and weakly excused, "I-I-I should rest—"

"Ena."

Ena jerked her eyes back up to his—

Hypnotic blues awaited her.

This felt abnormal. A panic set into her that felt cowardly and dastardly. She was a fighter, a swordswoman, and raised by Titania herself. She did not run. She stood her ground. But everything felt so out of her depth with her emotions giving her whiplash. She thought she cringed when Silver turned her chin, but her skin had tingled, and that jolt felt peculiar and…and…

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

Silver and Ena froze.

Richard declared from behind the door, "Lady Ena, I have come to let you know the young lord shall escort you to dinner at six-thirty for dinner with the Marchioness and ladies Sylvie and Odette. Please be ready by then. Should you need assistance, please have your servant ring for me to the butler's quarters." And he walked away.

Silver was the first to pull away, taking a few steps back, but he winced when that stir punished him. What's going on with my chest? He saw how flushed Ena looked and could not hold back his awe. She looks so adorable… I wish I could make her blush like that again… His nose felt blessed with that sweet lure scent. And she smells sweeter… Way sweeter than around that Nora-guy…

The thought made that sir in his chest buzz, pleased, but he crushed it for shame. What am I doing? I invaded her personal space. I yelled at her. I'm not respecting her boundaries. His jaw clenched. I shouldn't have done that. I respect her more than that. He opened his mouth to apologize—

"I see your stress is getting to you," Ena rationalized, composed once again. Her flush was gone, and her expression was schooled. "You should rest, Silver. It'll help clear your mind."

"Ena, I—" Silver quieted when she raised a hand.

She turned around and opened the doors to her room. "I expect my dinner outfit to be steamed and ready for me. I've decided to take a bath to relax and unwind. Don't disturb me unless it's an emergency." She went inside and shut the doors closed.

Silver stared at the shut doors in raw remorse. What's wrong with me? I didn't mean… That stir provided him thoughts that he felt too drained to figure out, but it furthered his regret. A noise pawed at his throat, weak and pathetic, but he was too caught up to understand what it was. He rested his forehead against the door and whispered, "I'm sorry, Ena. I really am." Reluctantly, he pulled away.

And that stir in his chest made him feel like a lowly dog crawling away with his tail between his legs, whining his grief he wronged his mistress.

°•°•°•°

Nora arrived a few minutes earlier than six-forty-five dressed in suit. Dinners among nobility were always formal affairs and with a guest in the estate, it meant there was no time for slacking, and everything had to be pressed and steamed. He knocked thrice on the door, ready to announce himself when one of the doors opened and his greeting died for shock and awe.

A silk dress with an attached angel sleeve shawl befitted Ena in its modest burgundy. Those scarlet locks had been elegantly curled and half pulled up without her signature braided lock this time around. Demure browns settled on Nora before she offered a slight bow.

Nora bowed back before he offered his hand. "My Lady… Would you do me the honor of escorting you to dinner?"

"The pleasure is mine." Ena took his hand and pulled out of the room, but she glanced over her shoulder as a quiet Silver followed, dapper in his standard vest and button-down and gloves. She glanced away from him to look her arm around Nora's and let him guide her forward. "Would you find me rude if I asked about tonight's menu?"

Nora chuckled. "Your aversion to pig has been accounted for. It's why I asked you about your dietary preferences when you agreed to staying at the estate. Since you're my predominant guest, Erica is excited to be the head chef for dinner." He offered a pitiful laugh. "Though, I'm sorry I've been absent for most of your time here. I didn't expect the work Father left me to take so long. And Tristan let me know he spent time with you, so I can imagine you were ready to leave."

"He would be right at home in Fairy Tail," Ena simpered. "Work is important. I'm not here to distract you from it."

Nora smiled. "The good news is I was more protective than usual. Which means I can finish more work on the third day you're here and spend time with you. I've heard you're also a skilled equestrian. I thought we could take two of the horses to the exam grounds."

"I wouldn't say I'm a 'skilled equestrian'," Ena told him. "But I'd love to." As they descended the stairs in synch, she mentioned, "If you weren't informed already, I agreed to Sylvie's invitation to attend the ball for the arriving knights." She felt Nora stiffen. "I take it you don't find it a good idea." She lifted an eyebrow when he stayed quiet and quipped, "You can speak freely. You're the one with a higher power than me."

"I wouldn't say that." Nora offered her a searching look. "The Holy Mother of the Enchant Convent is rumored to be in attendance with the Fioren Primate. Her presence isn't necessary. The Fioren Primate always comes to oversee the trials of the Holy Knights. I hope you understand what I'm saying."

Ena slowly nodded. "I do." The Holy Mother is a confirmed deliberate attempt to seek how powerful my Enchantment is by the Marchioness, no doubt. But since the Holy Mother can't do much since I'm a registered Mage, it makes me curious what will happen. "Know that your warning has been noted."

Nora sighed. "If you're that determined, I hope you enjoy your time at the ball." His stare darkened. "I'm excited about our duel and to see your sword. But Mother is excited for other things, and she's equally determined." He leaned to murmur in her ear, "Stay alert. And be careful."

Ena nodded. That fact that her own son is warning me can be taken in two ways. He's aware of his mother's scheming and is against it or he's playing a part in her scheme as the sympathetic ear to gain my trust. My gut tells me he's the former and not the latter. But Mother taught me my gut can still be wrong. She eyed Silver and took in his taut jaw. I wish I could rely on him, but his emotions are compromised. I'm on my own to figure out where to lean. She faced front.

Warring oceans for eyes.

Sharp teeth.

Ena's expression darkened. I'll have to ask him about his eyes and teeth. I knew I wasn't hallucinating in New Rosemary. This time was too vivid for me to ignore it. Her neck tingle when she remembered sharpness pressing down and that trickle of shaky fear shivered down her spine. Was he trying to…bite me? I know I kept something sharp. But why would he bite me? Is it the stress making him lash out from his nightmares? He's more and more of a mystery to me…

She tensed when she felt his eyes burn her back and her neck tingled. And I don't like how it makes me feel. It…scared me. She wanted to cover her neck from those blues, but she felt it was foolish. How could he scare me? He's emotional and submissive. Nothing scares me. Even when Igneel looked at me like he couldn't wait for me to try and take him out, that didn't scare me. But… That phantom sharpness against her skin made her cringe, and she pretended not to see Nora's curious look nor feel the weight of those blues.

The walk to the dining hall was not too far. Workers had opened the door for them. Ena and Silver got a good look at the immaculate hall with all its gold trimmings and royal blues and the cherub mural on the ceiling. Nora and Ena had not been the first to arrive. Odette and Sylvie had arrived for dinner in their formal dress with Sylvie sour Tristan had joined them. Silver remembered his training and stood against the wall, but he kept his emotions in check when Nora escorted Ena to her seat beside him with a gentle hand and gentle eyes.

The boiling stir in his chest felt displeased when Ena flashed Nora a kind smile, but it simmered the boil when her eyes found his own. But that stir pressed an odd noise he did not understand when her browns skittered away from his blues, and he could smell something stinging.

The Marchioness made her grand entrance with her silk gloves, overside slanted hat, and a darling mermaid dress. Everyone rose in her presence and none sat until she had. It was quick when kitchen workers came out with appetizers and drinks. Irina's eyes perked seeing Ena seated beside Nora as she sipped her wine.

"Ena, I hope your first day at Savant Hall hasn't been too overwhelming," Irina commented pleasantly. "My daughters tell me they have you a main tour of the estate."

Sylvie wrinkled her nose being called one of Irina's daughters while Odette was unaffected.

Ena inclined her head. "Yes, although we kept in mind Lord Nora's promise of a personal tour of your armory. Your home is absolutely lovely." She added, "Especially the fountain in the main courtyard. It's remarkable."

Irina's smile widened. "Thank you. You have excellent taste." She sounded like she was preening as she cut into her appetizer. "I hope after your duel, Nora can show you more from the same collection. I think you'll enjoy them." She took a bite of her food. "Nora?"

"Lady Ena has agreed to a horseback ride with me the day after our duel, Mother. But should we have the time, I'll make sure she sees the collection of art centering around…her," Nora agreed, tone stoic.

"A horseback ride?" Irina sparkled at such news. "You're an equestrian, Ena?" She laughed. "But of course you are! I'd expect such skills from such an exceptional young lady."

"I know enough to guide a horse but not enough to train it," Ena explained. "I'm honored to take a stroll on horseback with the young lord. Though"—she laughed—"forgive me if my legs become tired."

"Not at all. If you need to, I don't mind you riding with me," Nora assured. Where his tone with his mother had nothing to offer, it had considerably softened. "You're my guest. I want to make sure you're comfortable."

Irina laughed. "Such manners," she teased her son. "That reminds me. Ena, I'm told you'll be attending the knightly reception ball we're having? Is this true?"

Sylvie looked like she wanted to say something, annoyed, but a look from her sister silenced her. Even Nora had narrowed his eyes a little.

Ena kept her polite smile. "Upon Lady Sylvie's invitation, how could I refuse? She let me know the ball will have such wonderful entertainment and esteemed guests I would like to shake hands with." She simpered. "You'll have to excuse me. Work is always on my mind."

"Of course. Your work ethic and your growing empire are both admirable features," Irina praised. "Here I had wanted to approach toy about attending at dinner, but I'm glad you've already made up your mind." She nodded to her son. "I'm sure Nora would—"

"Is Atticus going to be making an appearance?" Nora abruptly asked.

Sylvie snorted. "If he can be bothered." She might have been annoyed with her older brother, but it was clear she held love for him. "Ever since Mom died, he hates going to any sort of events."

"Which is a shame," Irina sighed. "The Fioren Primate would love to meet him." She told Ena, "Atticus is skilled in the art of the sword, but he's not as ambitious as Nora is to become a Holy Knight."

Ena saw the way Nora's grip tightened on his silverware. "A shame indeed." There's no denying it. Nora was stiff around Irina when I first met him and she makes him uncomfortable now. Unless he's smart enough to force microaggressions and tells, mother and son aren't as close as I thought. She mentioned, "I was also told the Holy Mother of the Enchant Convent will be in possible attendance."

If Irina was surprised Ena knew about such information, she did not show it. "Yes. I invited Mother Clarion a month ago to the reception, but I wasn't sure about her attendance. But I'm sure after a conversation with her tonight, she'll be there. You must meet her."

"I'd be delighted to. I take it she's a friend to the family?"

"Something of the sort." Irina put down her wine. "Mother Clarion was like a mother to me when I was a child. She braved being my guardian until I could stand on my own two feet. Her arrival to the reception means the world to me."

"I'm sure." Ena sipped from her flute and looked at the Marchioness over the rim. She's not subtle with her warnings. She's letting me know the Holy Mother should be an honor to meet or I'm disavowing her position her Irina's life. As she's a Marchioness, I can't afford that sort of disrespect following me. Her eyes flicked to a tense Nora. And he's not happy about this at all. Maybe I can coerce an honest conversation upon our horseback ride.

After a palette cleanser and small conversation about politics and superficial affairs, dinner was served with a rotund chicken dish with colorful vegetables and steamed rice topped with parsley and chives that was begged to be paired with rich white. No grace was needed to be said, but the Marchioness took the first bite before everyone else did.

Almost everyone.

Ena had lifted her silverware only for Silver to come out from his place on the wall. It confused her when his delicate had stopped her, and that phantom sharpness tried to incur a subtle wince from his touch. "Silver?"

He did not understand it, but he eyed Ena's plate when a tingling scent hit his nose. He ignored the overwhelming aroma of the chicken and vegetables and the humidity of the rice as he focused on that nagging smell that set him on edge. Something doesn't seem right about this.

Irina frowned, puzzled. "Is everything okay?"

"I apologize. My attendant is very thorough and protective of his care for me," Ena explained tightly. "But I have let him know his mistrust is not needed."

Silver ignored the bite in Ena's tone as he bent down and murmured in her ear, "Something's wrong with your food."

Ena stilled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Silver's nose itched, but a stark realization hit him. I know something is wrong with her plate, but…I don't know what. And after this afternoon, will she even believe me?

"Have mine."

Both Ena and Silver were surprised when Nora took away their choices as he swapped his untouched plate for Ena's. Ena tried to stop him, "My Lord—"

"You have more peppers in your vegetables than me," Nora explained and took a bite of the chicken. "I'm fond of them." He looked up at Silver. "You can return. I'm sure there's no problem now."

Silver blinked, stunned. He knows there was something wrong and he still ate it? He bowed back. "Of course not, My Lord. Please enjoy your meal." He faded back into the wall, confused. Why would he eat a tampered meal? And what was that weird smell coming from it? He looked at Nora. As much as I want to blame him, he saved Ena from eating it. Or it was just a cover-up. Those blues strayed to Irina and narrowed. Was it her? But that doesn't feel right either…

Odette lightened the mood as she said, "Nora, I know you and Tristan have taken the week off from your studies, but it's a shame Ena couldn't see your academy." She told Ena, "Nora and Tristan go to Erigeron College, a boarding school for most nobility and officials' children. It's an amazing school with an enormous library."

"One that Trash-tan probably never visited," Sylvie muttered.

Tristan smartly rebutted, "For your information, My Lady, I do spend a lot of time there." He turned his cheek to Sylvie's annoyance to address Ena. "Our library holds a lot of older texts I'm interested in, and I'm hoping to get through enough material before I graduate."

Ena asked him, "What are your plans after Erigeron College, Tristan? Is there a position you'll uptake or do you have other plans?"

"I'd like to be a historian for the Archaeology Society." Tristan ignored Sylvie's snort of derision. "Doctor Redfox came to the college weeks ago to give a lecture. I'd always been interested in the society but hearing more about it and her work and the positions in it made me want to be a historian even more."

Nora dryly muttered, "You just need to stay out of gossip blogs long enough for the society to look at you and see you're a decent citizen."

Tristan snickered, and his eyes twinkled in mischief. "What's life without a little risk?" He winked at Ena.

"I think that's a wonderful passion to have and wish you the best," Ena wished for him with an amused smile of her own.

Tristan looked like he wanted to say more, but Irina spoke first and asked of Ena, "Ena, your passion for fashion has taken you across nations as an international icon and a young one at that. But you're also a Mage of Fairy Tail. Which of the two are your better passions?"

"Both are," Ena said simply.

Odette commented, curious, "But I thought Mages were always fighting? How do you balance your work and battling?"

"A common misconception," Ena told her with the patience of an older sibling teaching the younger. "Depending on the Mage Guild, a Guild Master will not require all Mages to battle in competitions. Mages can have other contributions to the guild. For example, my aunt Lucy does a lot of work for Saint Layla's. She may occasionally battle, but she works more with education and legal means. I contribute to Fairy Tail through my fashion, but I do occasionally take missions. But I mainly train with my sword."

"And she's very beautiful," Nora commented.

Ena softened as she thought of her blade. "She is." Though, she accidentally caught Nora looking at her and turned back to her food, cheeks a bit pink.

Irina smirked.

And Silver clenched his jaw.

"Your Requip Magic is so cool though!" Sylvie gushed. "I'd give anything to have it! You can change like that!" She snapped her fingers for emphasis. "You're so amazing to have that! And your mom too!" She sighed dreamily. "It'd be so epic if I could have that. The Duke would look at me then."

"We'll make sure he looks at the both of you now," Ena promised her.

Irina spoke up, "Your Requip Magic is something to behold, but your Enchantment is quite a thing of beauty." She took another measured bite of her food before she said, "The entire Yule Cotillion was raving about your work on Her Majesty's dress and that lucky Saint Layla's student. You have such a gift, Ena." She teased, "If only I could poach you to make my wardrobe."

"While I only retain one exclusive deal, I'm happy to discuss with you a commissioner's contract," Ena told her, tone light. "I have worked with clients around the world to satisfy them with a number of planned commissions per year. I'd be happy to take you aboard once I've completed expansion."

Irina looked surprised. "You're expanding?"

"Yes. I'll be setting up in a complex and onboarding more staff to help with my rapid success," Ena informed. "The Yule Cotillion gave me plenty of business and word travels quickly about royal designers. I've put a hold on accepting Settler's contracts and limited my commissions until the expansion is complete, but we can negotiate contractual terms in the meantime."

Irina looked like she was walking on cloud nine. "Marvelous! I'll have Trinity call your assistant and we can set up a meeting." She added meaningfully, "I'd like to include Odette and Sylvie in my contract and Nora, of course. I'm unsure about Atticus. He's not one with much eye for fashion."

"I can take his spot." Tristan eyed Ena with teasing appreciation with his flute in hand and drawled, "I'm fine with her taking my measurements and being her plaything."

Irina and Nora looked displeased. Odette minded her food while Sylvie looked disgusted. "Why can't you—?"

It happened so instantly.

The wine in Tristan's glass broiled into a heavy frenzy and exploded the flute into dozens of shards.

Shouts and gasps came around as everyone stood, and Nora pulled Ena close to him without a thought. Tristan had suffered a few cuts, and workers splashed into the dining room to access the situation and hurry for clean-up.

"What did you do?" Sylvie accused, wide-eyed at all the glass.

"He might've had too strong of a grip," Nora suggested, though he did look at his friend in worry. "Tristan, you're bleeding. Don't move. We'll get someone to bring the first-aid kit." He scanned Ena. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Ena murmured. "Surprised, of course, but I'm fine."

Nora hummed as everything buzzed around, but his eyes found Silver to see the Prince of the Sea as shocked as everyone else, but he was noticeably paler. He narrowed his eyes when he saw Silver's hands shaking. He's a Water Mage, isn't he? Is his power that out of control he can't keep his emotions in check? He cleared his throat. "Mother, this has been a bit of a troubling evening. Lady Ena and I will take our leave."

Ena picked up and leaned into him. "The excitement… I'm feeling faint again…" She cast mournful eyes around. "I'm sorry. I'm such an embarrassment. I should leave—"

"No, no, please, get some rest," Irina insisted, almost panicked. "We're so sorry about the disturbance, Ena. My son will attend to you." She snapped her hands at the works and commanded, "Make sure every shard of glass is disposed of."

Nora guided Ena away from the ruckus and did not have to know that Silver was following. When they were far enough away to no longer hear the noise, it was Ena who whispered, "Why did you do that?"

"Which action?"

"Both of them."

"Because you're my guest," Nora said like it was that simple. "And I don't trust my mother. Forgive Tristan. His mouth gets him into more trouble than it should. He's here with me because the Viscount is furious about his latest scandal and wanted to transfer him to a military school. Being the seventh son doesn't grant him any safety from harsher punishments."

Even Ena had to be sympathetic to that. "I'm in a guild where we drink and fight. Trust me. Whatever he says isn't anything new. I have two guildmates with similar mouths." She snorted. "And I'll treat him the same way I treat them."

A ghost of a smile played on Nora's lips. "And how is that?"

"He'll find out his words fall on my blade's ears, not mine."

Nora offered a low laugh. "You really are something special."

A quiet blush played on Ena's neck.

They were quiet as they cross the expanse of the estate and went into the annex. Richard and Meg awaited them, but they bowed and let Nora guide Ena all the way to her room. Silver entered first. Ena went in, but she turned around. She was in, and Nora was out.

Nora flicked his eyes around before he told her for her ears only, "I understand where your mistrust comes from. But be careful. I honestly intended to duel you and my sisters have taken a liken to you. A shy smile blessed him. "You're very easy to admire." His smile dashed away for more serious terms. "But I'm not sure what my mother wants from you."

"That's a lie." Ena was not afraid to call him out on it. "You do know. You've known since our convenient meeting." She searched his eyes and whispered, "How much of her bragging about you becoming a Holy Knight is true?"

Nora's eyes turned unreadable. "I think a nice ride through the woods will be good for us to talk about…important affairs," he said instead. He bowed to her. "Please rest well. Our duel is tomorrow, and I'm sure today has proven stressful. But I look forward to placing my sword against yours. Lunagr'an," he named. "A beautiful name for a beautiful sword."

"And yours?" Ena questioned. "Your sword's name?"

"She told me herself," Nora shared like something was falling into place. "I'm sure she'll tell you too if you listen." He stepped back and dodged her bewilderment. "Until tomorrow. Good night, My Lady."

Ena watched him until he disappeared down the hall to back into her suite and shut the doors. Thoughts raced in his head. The Marchioness can't be trusted. That much I could tell. It looks like I have more people in my corner. But…his sword speaking to me? What does that mean? And why did he eat my food if something was wrong with it? What the Hell did I come here for? Her shoulders tensed. More importantly…

Ena turned around to see Silver had sat down with his head down. Words crossed her mind. Weak. Submissive. A fool. But she said none. She kept everything beneath the surface as she came over to him. He did not look at her and kept his eyes low. A smart fool. "Silver."

Silver flinched.

Ena's cheek twinged, but she let everything go in one breath. "Look at me."

Obediently, he looked at her with clear remorse. He feared when she gripped his chin, but he relaxed when her grip was not bruising or vengeful.

"Your actions tonight have been disappointing." Ena dropped the words with no emotion and watched him bathe in his regret and shame. But she added in softer tones, "But thank you for checking my food. I'm impressed you caught something was wrong with it. I told you to care for me and act accordingly and you did. In that, you've done well today. But you can't blow up someone's drink because they're flirting."

Silver swallowed. "I'm sorry." His own hysteria and confusion about the situation showed. "I-I didn't mean to, I just…" He did not know what explanation—what excuse—he could pardon himself with. In the end, he offered a pathetic, "I'm sorry. I know it wasn't right. I'm normally better at controlling my Magic, I swear."

"I know you are." Ena believed him. "But I also know you're also very stressed. Maybe before I would've yelled at you, but…" She sighed as she let him go to settle beside him on the couch. "I know what it's like to have something gnaw at you so much that you start acting up," she related. "It eats at you day and night and you snap at people and get angry and you don't understand why you're angry at someone, but you are." She threaded her hand in his hair. "What's going on, Silver?"

Silver hunched his shoulders. "It's nothing. It's just the dreams. That's all. I just have to ignore them."

"Can you do that?" No accusation. A genuine concern. "It's clear that whatever your dreams are telling you… It needs to be shared with you. And I don't want you to have any more outbursts, not here. There are too many eyes, and I don't want them to see you like this."

Silver sniffed. "I'm sorry. I'm ruining everything for you."

"You're being human," Ena mollified. "I want to help you get through this, Silver, so you can be okay for the rest of these three days and more after. What can I do?"

That surprised Silver. "You…? You want to help…me?"

"Yes." Ena shot him a puzzled smile. "Why wouldn't I?" She understood his reservations and a twinge of hurt plucked her chest and she withdrew her hand from the sting. "I know I can be harsh, but I thought…we were friends." She gave him her cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry—"

"No, Ena, please, I'm sorry." Silver took hold of her hands. "I didn't mean it like that, I swear. I know we're friends now. But it's just…" He pressed his lips together.

Ena offered him an inquisitive look. "Yes?"

"I…" Silver tried and failed with his words. "I… I-I don't know. I just… I don't know." Defeat clothed him and mocked him and his flurry of feelings. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I yelled at you. I wasn't being respectful when I respect you a lot. And my dreams keep telling me I have to—" He refused to breathe those foul words into existence and started anew. "I just want everything to stop," he whispered.

Ena softened. "What can I do to help?" She caught his hesitancy. "Silver. You've helped me so many times when I needed a shoulder to cry in. I'm here for you too, remember?"

"But…" Silver suppressed his frustrated sigh. I can't tell her. I can't. She's just being nice and friendly. I can't take advantage of that. He let go of her hands and scooted away. "Forget it." His tone rang hollow, toneless, done. "I'm fine. I'm just tired." His neck twinged when a cold smell wafted over that dampened her sweetness. Hurt. He associated it with hurt because he knew his words had hurt.

I'm sorry, but please leave me alone, he wanted to beg. I can't drag you into this. I don't want to feel hopeful that you… That you might…

He clutched his pants.

Ena rose.

Silver waited for her to pass so he could lock himself in his room and wallow in his stress and misery. But he blinked when a hand invaded his vision, inviting.

"My Diaval."

Those miserable blues connected with soft browns.

"I remember how I pushed you away in New Rosemary. I kept pushing you away for a long time," Ena recalled, timbre hypnotic and calm. "But you fought me every time I wanted you away from me. You fought for me."

"I'm not worth it," Silver was quick to dissuade. "Please, Ena, just leave me alone—"

"I will not." Ena took her hand in his. "I've been so blind. I was so focused on my own problems that I never stopped to consider yours. You've been such a faithful friend. It's my turn to repay that kindness." She tugged him to stand.

Silver scrambled to resist and shook his head. "Ena—"

"Silver. Please."

There was a rule. A rule that his father taught him. The first time someone asks you something, you refuse, point-blank. The second time, your resolve crumbles a bit, but you can stand firm in your rejection. But that third time…

Silver rose to his feet, lost.

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Silver stripped with an ear perked. Ena had come to get him and nudged him to the bathroom where a warm bath was waiting for him, devoured in the same bath salts she had brought along for her morning bath. She left him alone to strip bare and swallow himself in the bath with his knees curled up before she came back and in her fancy dress, she knelt with a cloth, quiet and gentle, as she cleaned him like a child.

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Silver had been dried and changed into comfortable shorts and a tank top for bed. Ena had come back to him with her hair in a fishtail braid and dressed for bed. He was quiet, lost, as she guided him to her room. The curtains had been shut to block out the moonlit sky.

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If you don't stop, I'll just have that hope again.

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Silver was settled on the bed first, his movements robotic. But his eyes closed at the light kiss on his forehead and the soft hands on his cheeks.

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That I really could stay here forever. That I'd never have to leave and…and figure out what's wrong with me.

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Ena made sure her Compact was nearby with an alarm on. A jab of guilt hit him that she was pushing back her work to coddle him, but Ena did not give him the chance to try and run when she climbed into bed and laid them both down.

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Ena turned him on his side. It was an inverse of New Rosemary. The faint memory of her back to him as she curled in a sobbing ball with him wrapped around him had warped. She nuzzled him into her ribs and stroked his hair while humming a song she vaguely remembered Luna always humming. Heat blurred Silver's eyes as he clung to her and shut his eyes. No whispers tainted his ears and that pull, that stir, did not bother him. A sweetness wrapped around him as he stopped trying to fight, stopped trying to make sense, he laid his exhaustion bare in the arms of the person he wished would notice he was alive.

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sugu ni aitai noni aenai

kimi ni sotto chikazuite yuku

honto no koto kikutte kowai keredo

tashikame ni yuku yo

aitai noni aenai

hibi mo zutto kimi no tame ni waratta no

"arigatou" tte saigo datta tte

kaomisete baby

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The plains of molten rock could not house human life—at least, that was what even trained eyes would think. The heat that smoked the entire territory served as a viable cover for the deep Magic engrained into the land. The mixtures of black and orange were almost sensual with the three volcanos still locked down until they were summed to wage war upon the earth for its wrongdoings. But the desolate land had magma sloshing under a rock while streams of lava blended with rock.

A heaved sigh.

The lava agreed with his flesh. Some would think he was suicidal, maybe dead, but it felt similar to a relaxing hot tub. Skin, feathers, and scales appreciated the well-needed warmth, and nothing could replace it—sans the touch he longed for the most. He sat against the ledge with steady breaths of smoke coming from his nose and his eyes closed. The pain he had endured had significantly diminished the moment he had swum in this pool of magma after a healing session. He needed this reprieve.

A fangy smirk. "Enjoying your bubble bath, nephew?"

A cheek twinged at the mocking, but he let it go when he heard another body enter the pool a few feet away from him. "Enjoy scaring injured people, Uncle?" His tone took to biting when he reminded, "Don't touch them. You promised."

A dark chortle. "I keep my word. They don't interest me." A noticeable pause. "But that tigress… She has a fire in her belly and a nice scent. She's a fighter and her body…" His smirk broadened at the warning growl. "I noticed she's alive, but it doesn't mean she noticed I'm alive. Yet."

"Ever." A harsh snarl. "Leave her alone."

Another cackle and a ruffled hair. "I won't take her unless she begs for it. And she will the longer she delays going back to her jungle. She just needs a little push to let me into her den—" He chuckled at the next vicious snarl as he relaxed in the bubbling lava. "You've got a long way to go until your snarl can match mine, nephew. Remember that. Bare your fangs at me and I'll show you a perfect effort. And you're still recovering from the last time you challenged me."

That quieted the snarl.

His chuckles turned into an impassive frown. "Bastard Water God called again. Looks like his own little hatchling is doing whatever it takes to resist coming to terms with things. You know anything about that?"

"He's weak. Submissive." Not an insult. A fact. "He never smelled like a threat. He smelled docile. He's a good friend to my sister. As long as he kept her happy, I didn't care about him. Even if he has claws and fangs, he's not worth a fight."

Another ghoulish laugh. "That's my nephew. Don't bother with the weak. Only sniff out the strong." He flexed his muscles. "We'll be leaving soon. Those people and your Healer and your Second will be fine here. But it's time for us to go." He taunted, "Maybe we should swing by your home. I'm dying to meet my nephew's little mate."

A feral snarl that bared challenge.

A fiercer rumble that spanked unyielding dominance. "Put those teeth away until you can back it up, nephew. Don't make me say it again."

"Don't fucking threaten her," came snap, but the snarl was gone.

"It wasn't a threat," he eased. "Gods. You're so sensitive like your dad—the chosen one. He wouldn't let me around his precious Star Queen mate." An old grudge. A fight settled but itching to be rehashed. Brother against brother over a female they could both smell. "I could smell that starlight and the moon on her too." A curled sneer at the vivid remembrance of that scent and his loss. "I would've won if that bastard didn't cheat."

A rumble built at the thought of his mother, and it was time for a cut to the chase. "Where are we headed this time?"

A pause. Then a broad smirk. "You came to me because you knew you needed to be trained. And you keep snarling at me and showing your teeth, but you can't back it up. I fought you as a pity-fight. You're nowhere near my level. And that pisses me the fuck off. No nephew of mine is going to be this weak."

He stood in the pool with lava dripping off his skin. Tattoos intimately wound his body in their blood-red coloring with flames cupping his face and a brilliant sun over his heart. Those orange locks were matted down, and his smile was wonderfully predatorial. "You might've been named after my father, but you haven't earned that name, nephew. And if you're going to become the next king, you need to earn that right."

Those wild golds stared down at his nephew. "So. Choice is yours. You want to earn that name you have? You either tap out or get knocked out. I won't let you stop once we get started, nephew."

"I told you, Uncle." His nephew shifted to his feet to show a blackened scar on his lower abandon. "I came here to fight. I'm not about to tap out."

"Good. You'll learn to back up your threats and actually be a worthy challenge." A lopsided grin so similar to Natsu's, but it was tainted with arrogance and bloodlust. "I'm going to enjoy beating the shit out of you"—solar golds burned with the fire of the sun—"little king."

Feral emeralds glared back as the undying flames of the Phoenix rolled from his arms. "I can't wait to shut you up"—he bared teeth in a grin like a small drake with big dreams—"Old God."

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Voices of Characters in Order of Appearance

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Ena Fernandes – Xanthe Huynh

Aine Fernandes – Carrie Keranen

Silver Fullbuster – Yuri Lowenthal

Shenlong – David Lodge

Mercuphobia – Dave Wittenberg

Mysterious Woman – Kira Vincent-Davis

Nora Gosling II – Brad Swaile

Irina Gosling – Pamela Merrick

Enid Kensington -

Trinity Delacour – Rachel Lillis

Carson Moretti – Jean-Luc Hester

Richard Caine – Tom Hollander

Erica Ryans – Felecial Angelle

Meg McMannin -

Tristen Lauderdale – Chris Burnett

Sylvie Gosling – Leah Clark

Odette Gosling – Tia Ballard

Igneel Dragneel – Bryce Papenbrook

Ignia – Clifford Chapin

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Additional Voices

Opening Narrator – Mary McGlynn

Description Narrator – Mary McGlynn

Closing Narrator – Melissa Fahn

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⌜OPENING SONG

⟪ HANDS ⟫

BLUE ENCOUNT

Lyrics by

Junichi Tanabe ⌟

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⌜ENDING SONG

⟪ Long-Distance Train ⟫

Aoi Yamazaki

Lyrics by

Aoi Yamazaki⌟

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Next time, on Fairy Adventure

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Episode 102

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THE SWORD DANCE OF SUN AND MOON

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