Fairy x Adventure

by Magnafeana

In a new era after the Alvarez War, Lucy, Natsu, and the rest of Fairy Tail not only face new challenges but watch as their kids go on new journeys, learn new powers, and battle new enemies and old! Join Luna, Nashi, and the upcoming generation of Mages on Fairy Tail and more on their never-ending adventure!

145. Adventure 145

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: a day at the art center turns into quite the inspiring time for our heroes and villains. Now that Chunhua is working with the enemy, it's time for Julia to keep her friends close and enemies closer. Meanwhile, Inayah and Fatimah get surprising support from two unlikely sources, but for all the support they have, Inayah is still stuck in a perilous dance between her husband and the prince. Gale dances with death as he faces Hemlock, but when his Hindsight forces him to relieve Luna's trauma from Hemlock's perspective, everything goes out the window.

"Your mother told me you've been looking for me. My name is Yara Sandström. And you heard correctly—I'm here to save Inayah and bring her home."

So that woman was Sycaña? And who is that woman following Fatimah around? Looks like we'll be getting the answers to those questions soon enough.

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Chibi-Nashi appears with a grin and a wave. "Hi, everyone! Ready for more Fairy Adventure? To keep your eyes safe, make sure you read with at least one light on in a low setting! And here is the updated time zone table!"

Abbreviations – Time Zone Name • — • — •— • — Location • — Offset

MCDT • — • — Melandian Central Daylight Time – Melandia • — • UTC +7

CST • — • — • – Cipangu Standard Time • — • — • — Cipangu • — • – UTC +5

SST • — • — • – Sīchóu Standard Time • — • — • — Zhōnguá • — • – UTC +3

CIT • — • — • – Central Ishgaran Time • — • — • — Bellum • — • – UTC +2

CMT • — • — • – Charring Mean Time • — • — • — Minstrel • — • – UTC +1

FST • — • – Fiore Standard Time • — • — • — • Fiore • — • — • – UTC - 0:00

WIT • — • – Western Ishgaran Time • — • — • — • Caelum • — • – UTC - 0:00

ACT • — • — Arcticados Central Time • — • — • – Arcticados • — • — UTC – 1

CAST • — • — • — • — Caracole-Alicanto Standard Time – Fiore • — • UTC – 1

ADT • — • — • – Alvarez Daylight Time • — • — • – Alvarez • — • — UTC – 2

SST • — • — Shamballa Standard Time • — • — Shamballa • — • — UTC – 2

EAT • — • — • – East Andüsa Time • — • — • – Andüsa • — • — • — UTC – 2

AT • — • — • – Amazone Time • — • — • — • — • — Valchestria • — UTC - 4

EST • — • — • – Eastern Standard Time • — • — • – Meidiland • — • UTC - 6

She holds up a finger. "For today's episode, it will be implied all characters are speaking Bellish. If a character speaks Minstrish, it will be addressed! And please keep in mind, the author does not condone certain actions from characters."

She winks with a thumbs up. "See you at the end of the episode!"

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No matter what time of day it was here, someone was always doing something.

The old town and futuristic city had the rivers to thank for their divide, but that did not mean one side was better than the other. The historical landmarks brought a person closer to the past and it felt astonishing people could stay at the same old hotels as famous philosophers. The Traditionalist community was alive and well here, though they were more liberal with accepting technology and helping tourists with fun demonstrations of the ye old times.

But the ultramodern portion of the city had its perks too. The Needle suckered in tourists—the architect was the true winner, considering he designed all these Needles for different countries—but the sleek buildings fashioned asymmetrically could make a designer go wild. The theater district went AWOL with posters for The Lion King touring here on their first production run. Techno would never die, but it amused locals that tourists looked so surprised at how easy it was to find an underground techno house.

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« This is Chicory City—Zichorienstadt—the sixth most livable city in the world. It's located at the confluence of two rivers and is known for its international business and financial center. »

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GATONGATONGATON!

A train schlepped along its tracks right above Yara's car. Driving in Bellum was nothing hard to do, but she could understand foreigners feeling flummoxed by how strict the rules were. She glanced in the rearview mirror to catch her ten-year-old daughter sleeping in the backseat. Like a reflex, she touched her clinic badge before driving off once the light turned.

GAAAAAAAA…

It took some time until she approached an apartment building. Getting her daughter out was the easy part, but she had to finagle holding Hendrika and lugging her suitcase with the Star Queen of Fairy Tail on it, her Celestial Spirits surrounding her. Maybe if she were less soft, she would have woken up her daughter—she was 10 for gods' sakes, but she was so small for her age!—but for this part, it was better she was asleep.

PINPON!

Once she had been buzzed in, Yara got to one of the top apartments and rang the doorbell. She put on a tentative smile when a man opened the door, beard unshaven and his gut a bit more pudgy than last week. "Good morning—"

"I told you not to come over this early," he grunted at her. "You have any idea what I went through last night with work?"

She tried not to let his bad breath make her flinch. "I do," she said, clipped, "because you asked me to keep Hendrika last night in exchange for me bringing her before I went to work. Have a problem with that? Take it up with a judge."

He sneered at her. "Always with that bitchy attitude."

Yara made sure Hendrika was still sleeping before she coldly replied, "And always such a pleasant experience with you. I hope you remembered not to bring home your one-night stand with Hendrika here for the next few days."

"Like you haven't been fucking men while she's here—"

"And if I have, that isn't your concern," Yara put down. She saw Hendrika waking and sighed. "Look. Can we not do this right now? I have to go to work. Here." She offered Hendrika's kiddie suitcase. "Here are her performance clothes. Make sure you're not late to picking her up from rehearsal or I'm revoking your pick-up access to her."

"I was late once!" he snapped back. He took the luggage, but he glared at the cover. "Why are you buying her this magi shit? She's not a witch." A glint in his eye and that smirk could make anyone nauseous. "But that Star Queen sure looks like a witch asking for it."

Yara hardened. "I have warned you time and time again not to say such inappropriate things around our daughter—"

"She's fucking asleep." He stole Hendrika to put her in his arms, but for all the malice he dished at Yara, he softened for his daughter. "Stop being such an uptight bitch about this." He stepped back. "I'll bring her to you at your place." He added in threat, "And same goes for you. I better not see some guy at your place."

Yara felt a headache coming on, but she reminded, "What or who I do on my own time without Hendrika isn't your concern. But I can assure you, if I become serious, I'll make sure Hendrika's introduced properly to my new partner."

Rage took over his face, but underlying jealousy prevailed. "You're not bringing another man around my daughter and getting her to call him 'daddy', Yara!"

"I never said that—!"

"Mmm, mama?"

Both stopped their growing argument as Hendrika roused herself and rubbed an eye. "Mama?" She looked up and toothily smiled. "Daddy!" She hugged him. "I missed you!"

He smiled down at her. "Hey, kiddo. I missed you too. Your mom was just leaving, but you should say 'bye'."

Hendrika turned her beam to her mother. "Bye! Have a good day at work."

"Bye, sweetheart." Yara came close to peck Hendrika's forehead. "You'll see me in four days, but we'll still call every night. So you have a lot of fun with Daddy, and I'll see you soon."

Hendrika nodded. "See you soon. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Yara kept her smile polite toward her ex. "See you in four days."

"Alone." He worded it as a threat, not a warning.

Yara simply nodded, blew a kiss at her daughter, and forced herself to walk away before she said something she would regret. Finn can be horrid to me, but at least I know he loves Hendrika, she told herself as she pressed the elevator button. He might slip, but I can see how much he spoils her. Even if we don't get along, her happiness is all that matters.

DING!

She stepped onto the elevator and pressed for the ground floor. But still, she's old enough to start displaying accidental Magic. If she becomes a witch, will his love for her disappear? She sighed as the doors closed. I can only hope not.

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DING!

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Yara settled into her car and took a deep breath. All right. I can make it through this day.

She left the building without a chip on her shoulder. If I want to make it to work on time, I need to head for Autobahn seven. But as she shifted through the lanes and made her way out of the city, an uncomfortable feeling pricked the back of her head. What's this…? She checked her mirrors, but with cars behind her, nothing looked off, but it felt off. Why do I…?

She shifted lanes and watched her rearview mirror. Two seconds after her change, a black car shifted into her lane six car lengths away from her. What? Experimental, she shifted lanes again and caught the black car mirroring her. Am I being followed? No. The Council and the monarchy made sure my car was warded. I'm sure I'm being paranoid.

She kept her hand on her clutch. I'm sure that's it.

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"Ame no youna kaze no youna

Dareka no koto jama suru youna

Hito ni nante naritaku wanai kara?

Hare no youna hikari no youna

Dareka no koto teraseru youna

Hito ni naritai!"

nante itai tte dareka no koe ga?

Kikoetara nanda

Nagutte kowashite sayonara DILEMMA!

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"You're good."

"Thank you. Have a good day."

Yara could feel the wards heat her skin. The iron fence, the little drawn-up fence, and the bumps, of course, helped deflect a majority of people, but the protective enchantments repelled any invaders from sneaking into the private drive. She wound through the woodsy mountainside, but she caught a glimpse of a powerful castle seated at the top with its centuries' worth of blood, sweat, and tears poured into its beauty.

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« This is Nietzsche Castle, imperial seat to the House of Nietzsche, who has reigned over Bellum since its inception as the Bellish Empire. It sits atop Mount Nietzsche with over 350,000 visitors per year. One of its hilltop castles acts as an annual summer camp for children and serves as a place for the International Chess Championship this year. »

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The private drive was not necessarily all it deemed. Some people would think Yara was suicidal for veering off the paved path and driving straight into a thick tree, but she brushed through the illusion to get into the mountainside garage. Another guard cleared her, and she was free to hurry to her parking spot and make a dash for the elevators.

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DING!

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Maybe she should have been a bit more grateful and starstruck as she entered the small lobby decorated in beautiful golds and reds, but the time for wonder had passed. She said her appropriate good mornings and how-do-you-do to the staff dressed in their fitted black uniforms before ducking into her office labeled:

HEALER'S WARD

Her smile to the administrative assistances was brief as she headed straight for the changing rooms. A quick shakedown had her in her healer's robes. Thank goodness she had the foresight to hurry her hair into a tight Nether braid this morning. Once she stepped out, she would have gone to her office—

"Someone's late."

Yara smiled. "I'm not late. For once, I'm on time."

"And that to me is late for you. Trouble with that adoring ex-husband of yours?"

Yara sighed. "What do you think, Linderhof?"

"I think you should let me meet with him." Heinrich Linderhof was old—no, do not allow his 20-something-year-old appearance to fool you. A lean thing in his healer's robes, he looked older and wiser with those chained crescent classes and the gnarled Magic Stave in his hand. And of course, people gossiped about his strange eyes. His sclera were an unusual black and all that remained were white pupils. But considering his angelic white hair and curled lashes, people from far away thought he was a charmer.

And then they got to know him.

"If he's affecting your work, it's about time I meet him," Heinrich determined. "I never liked that Fade in the first place with all his strutting about. In my day, if a man wanted to court a respectable young lady, it meant he had to treat her with gentility and grace, none of this hookup nonsense."

⌜NIETZSCHE CASTLE

Name: Heinrich Linderhof, MBBS

Age: 156

Occupation: Certified Healer Physician

Magic: Nature vs Nurture

Likes: good tea Dislikes: procrastination

Special Note: The reason Heinrich still looks young is all thanks to his Magic ability! But he certainly shows his age when he complains about back in his day! ⌟

Yara chuckled as she drifted to her office. "I'm sure hookup culture was alive and well back in your day."

"Nonsense," Heinrich sniffed as he followed. "Do you know how much of a scandal you'd cause rutting like some animal with a lady and leaving her like that? You'd practically be forced into marrying her."

Yara went to her desk to swipe her badge and sign into her DAL. "And then he'd get mistresses and she'd get nothing."

"Exactly." Henrich shook his head. "Such backward ideology. And this is why I told you that Fade was nothing but trouble. Men these days have no honor or respect for people."

"Like the men back in your day had more respect for women, Linderhof?" Yara dryly remarked.

Henrich sniffed. "Well, we certainly had much more elegance in courting a lady. And as I told you before"—he adjusted his glasses, making his lenses glint—"call me 'Father'."

"No."

"It's been years and you still refuse to call me 'father'," Heinrich argued. "Ungrateful. After all the work and care I've put towards you and you won't grant me this request. I'm not getting any younger."

Yara sweatdropped as she took in Heinrich's youthful physique. Are you sure about that? She sighed as she went into her EMRs and overlooked last night's notes from the moonlighting Healer. "I told you, Linderhof, I'm not falling you 'father'."

"Your daughter called me grandpappy."

Yara felt dreary as she remembered how enthusiastically her daughter called her supervisor grandfather (and how the stiff Heinrich melted and spoiled her like she truly was his granddaughter). "I knew introducing you two had been a mistake."

"Nonsense. I'm your father and her grandfather," Heinrich declared. "So you should stop being so stubborn and call me 'father'."

Yara felt her headache throb. Why does he keep pushing this issue? She skimmed the notes, made sure all was in order, and got up. "Let's talk about this later. It's time for me to meet with my patient."

Heinrich grumbled, "In my day, it was normal for daughters to lovingly call out to their fathers."

TICK!

Yara smiled despite her tick mark. He keeps talking about it. She passed him—

"Sandström."

Yara paused.

Heinrich murmured for her ears only, "Keep a close eye on your patient. Right now, there are people around him we can't trust due to these times. I trust you understand that."

Yara nodded. "I will." And she left him to weave out of the ward and launch into the castle. The broad corridors painted humble wealth with ancestral artifacts and gifts displayed for all to see. She kept her head high as the staff murmured greetings to Healer Sandström, and she nodded back, but Heinrich's words mulled inside her.

Right. Heinrich meant about the first princess' planned coronation, she recalled. It's an inner circle secret about the date, but rumors spiral. His Majesty and Her Majesty are doing all they can to secure positions for their children, but still. It's a precarious time in the castle. Politicians are making their support for the first princess known and pushing for her marriage to the second son from the Duchy of Östen to secure relations. However, if they knew the truth…

She tapped her badge to one of the security locks and a sigil popped up. She ignored the glow from the floor as spells wove around her, confirming her identity before she was allowed to cross into the next section of the castle.

But for now, we've done everything we could to keep the truth from the public eye, she affirmed. We've done Vows, Contract Pens—insofar, nothing has been broken or we would know. No one should know. Everything should be fine—

She stilled.

That prickly feeling came back.

Yara whirled around, but in this corridor, no one but her occupied it. Confirming she was alone, she took a deep breath and carried on. I'm being paranoid. The castle is secure. But…maybe I'll bring it up to Heinrich later. He always told me it was better to be suspicious than slaughtered.

It took her a minute, but she got to another grand set of doors with guards on standby in that imperial black-and-white checkered pattern for their uniform. They did not bat an eye to stop her as she opened a door to cross into the apartments of the castle. A smile wove on her face as she looked around. Unlike the corridors from before, these apartments felt much more personable, crammed with books and knickknacks.

Well… That doesn't matter now. She approached came by one of the doors and knocked. "It's Yara. Can I come in?"

"Yara! Yeah, come on in!"

Her smile warmed as she opened the door. I have more important things to worry about. She stepped inside and did her traditional greeting—Healers cupped their hands over their hearts with a slight bow. "Healer Sandström bids you good morning, Your Highness."

A laugh. "Yara, come on. It's just us. Speak informally."

"All right, all right." She stood up, blues affectionate. My patient… "Then good morning…"

He sat there, gangly and lean, but he ignored the royal wardrobe master's imperial selections for a t-shirt and cargo shorts. Maybe his bright red hair made him stand out amongst a family full of brunettes, but he got such hair from his father. If only he would stop dodging the royal hairdresser and get it cut. His bangs curled enough to cover one of his eyes. He sat at a table as he played chess with another stoic figure donning the imperial checked uniform.

"…Johann."

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Fairy Adventure 145

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The King: Part I

The Healer

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王者・前編

癒し手

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Yara finished mixing the potions with tea and checking over Johann's meal before carting over the smorgasbord to the prince's table. She glanced between him and his opponent as they played a riveting game of hexagonal chess. "You know you're not supposed to use your powers to make yourself chess opponents," she teased him.

Johann smiled as he looked at the board. "Aw, c'mon, Yara." He made his move. "It's not like anyone else wants to play me."

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Johann Nietzsche

Age: 15

Occupation: First Prince of Bellum, Year 11 Student

Magic: Chess

Tamer

Likes: board games Dislikes: outdoor activities

Special Note: Johann might not be that big on socializing, but he's got a good heart and is a brilliant strategist! ⌟

He looked over at the monstrous wolf lounging in the sunlight like a content dog with his stomach exposed and tongue hanging out. No one would suspect this canid creature with sharp fangs and sleek ram horns would sleep such goofily. Johann called, "Loki! You wanna play?"

Loki opened his eyes to give his owner a flat look before turning onto his side and swishing his tail as a no.

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« Loki is a Fenrir, a magical wolf that once existed in mass a thousand years ago and is labeled a Dark Creature. Fenrirs can shift into their Wolf Form, Natural Form, and Were Form and have incredible magical abilities. But they normally stay away from humans. »

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Yara simpered. "Well, it's a bit unfair to play with you. You're quite the master. I heard you and your father are at a stalemate with wins and losses."

"Yeah." Johann's smile fell. "My father…"

Yara frowned as she finished putting down his food and tea. "Is everything all right?"

Johann cupped his tea. "Svenja told me Father talked with the cabinet again," he confessed. "They're trying to convince him to have Elsa show the people she inherited Chess." His shoulders hunched over. "Everyone tells me not to worry about it, but… I feel so bad for Elsa. She's the perfect future king, but she has to show she has Chess to be recognized by the people. But she doesn't have Chess. I do."

Yara's frown deepened. Your Highness… She settled into the chair beside him. "And no one will force you to take the throne," she assured him. "Their Majesties have made that clear. They know you don't desire the throne, and Elsa does. They'd never put you in that sort of position."

"I know, but…" Johann tightened his hands on his cup. "The Prime Minister told me Elsa's been having trouble with the other houses. They've been making threats to pull their support if she doesn't display her abilities. I know she says she's okay, but I know that's a big deal if she loses their support. Without their loyalty pledges and the unanimous vote from the houses, she can only be queen and her fiancé becomes king, and it breaks tradition." He looked at his visible eye through his reflection in the tea. "And it would've been my fault."

"The Prime Minister told you all this?" Yara asked.

Johann nodded. "He's been coming to my political science classes more. He told me it might be time for me to consider going to the same college everyone in my family has been going to." His shoulders slouched. "I know I put my father in a difficult decision with all my private tutors…"

"You haven't put him in a difficult position," Yara soothed. "You haven't been putting anyone in a difficult position. Even the public understands why you aren't attending that private college. You have nothing to worry about."

Johann lowered his head. "I guess."

Yara hardened. Why would the Prime Minister tell Johann this? This isn't the first time Johann's said these things either. What's he trying to accomplish by manipulating Johann like this? He agreed that Elsa should take the throne too. So why…?

She chased away her spiraling thoughts to smile. "Well, you're on summer vacation, right? And I have it on good authority the international chess camp and championship is being hosted here in the second castle. Don't you want to participate?"

Johann perked a bit only to wince. "I dunno. The Prime Minister said it'd be hard to get security together for an outing. A-And I'm still not sure I want to be around all those people." He grew smaller. "It's better if I stay in here. I-I can watch the tournament from the tower or something."

"But I thought your parents gave you permission to participate under an alias?" Yara remembered.

Johann shrugged.

Yara's lips pinched. So the Prime Minister strikes again. She crossed her arm. "Well, you're certainly not staying inside here all day. I'm your Healer and I'm ordering you to an hour of exercise which happens to be at the same grounds as the chess tournament."

"What?" Johann's eye bulged. "I-I couldn't—!"

"I don't want to hear it." Yara raised a hand for quiet even if her smile was humored. "Healer's orders. No one can go against that, not even you, Your Highness."

Johann pouted. "You're cruel, Yara," he muttered. "Why can't I stay inside? What if I go outside and get a rash? Or sunburn? Or I meet someone and they don't speak Bellish and I say something wrong in Minstrish and start an international incident and then—!"

Yara sweatdropped as Johann worked himself into a frenzy as the scenarios became more and more bizarre (now he was saying he could be abducted by aliens in broad daylight). How can anyone imagine this many things going wrong? She put a hand on his shoulder and cut in, "Johann."

He looked at her, ashen.

Yara softened. "We don't need to be close to the other competitors, but it is good for you to be outside for a little while. Your tea and meal have all your medications and your boosters, and I'll be right next to you for anything if you feel overwhelmed. And remember, we had calm down rooms all over the palace grounds if you can't control your thoughts, okay?"

"But what if I have another attack?" Johann fretted. "The Prime Minister said—"

"The Prime Minister isn't your Healer," Yara interrupted. "I am. So ignore what he said. What do you want to do, Johann?" As he considered his options, she rumbled, I can understand what Heinrich is saying. I'll have to let him know the Prime Minister is agitating His Highness. It's not healthy for his OCD to be continuously provoked and undoes all his progress with his therapy.

"I…" Johann swallowed, his leg bouncing. "I… I want to visit the tournament, maybe? I don't want to meet anyone." He smiled a little when Loki got up to put his head in Johann's lap. "But… I guess it is time for Loki's walk."

Loki yipped and licked Johann's jaw.

Johann laughed before looking at Yara. "And you'll be with me?"

"Of course," Yara assured. "Do you want Loki on duty today?"

Loki, however, made the call as he abandoned his master to trot and get his guide dog vest. He dropped his vest at Johann's feet and ruffed before licking his chops.

"Well that answers that," Yara dryly supposed. She smiled as Johann rubbed under Loki's chin and the Fenrir's back leg thumped in happiness. I suppose the Prime Minister isn't wrong. Security detail for His Highness is a tight ship. And with Johann's OCD and weak immune system, he needs constant surveillance. But I don't want him to feel he has to live this secluded life. At least he has Loki. Blues tendered. I've never seen such a bond between Tamer and Partner. If the public knew he didn't just have Chess but he could Tame…

Johann dished into his food and threw Loki some treats. "Yara? What's wrong?" He frowned. "Is it about your ex-husband?"

Yara blinked before laughing. "Oh, it's nothing like that! Though I guess I did have trouble with him this morning. It's, y'know, the usual with him."

"You should have him meet Loki." Johanna grinned as he rubbed the Fenrir's jaw and brightly said, "Maybe your ex-husband would be a lot nicer to you after Loki tore off his balls and used them as chew toys. Wouldn't he, boy?"

Loki barked, tail thumping.

Yara sweated as the power of purity radiated from the prince as he cooed at his Fenrir. I don't know if that was a joke or a serious threat.

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The second castle might have been smaller than the first, but that did not make it less prestigious. It amused the castle staff how parts of the famous Minstrish wizarding academy series had filmed all the great hall scenes in the smaller castle, changing ceiling included. Children of all ages lived on the castle grounds, ready for the tournament. Friendly matches broke out between players while others took full advantage of the royal life to go horseback riding or visit the esteemed gardens.

Loki had no use for sniffing everything as he stood on guard in his proud SERVICE DOG harness, but he did keep his claws sharp and scoped the terrain for anyone suspicious. Johann held Yara's hand as they walked through an arcade. The courtyard had very few visitors outside of a couple of players who took their food and conversation outside. Summer blossomed the gardens beautiful, the air crisp and the sky a perky blue.

Yara checked in. "How are you feeling, Johann?"

"I'm f-f-fine," Johann murmured. "I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry," Yara soothed. "You're doing great. And Loki is right here and I'm right here. We won't meet anyone. We'll keep walking."

Johann squeezed her hand. "Okay."

Yara squeezed back. He's doing better. He might've needed to make his bed three times, but he managed to leave his room without needing to go back. As long as we keep to the sidelines, we'll be okay. I have a lock on his diagnostics, and I made his security stay back and use Trace to keep track of us. Everything is fine.

A prickling feeling had her slightly turn her head back, but no one was there. But why do I keep getting that feeling?

They turned into another arcade, but this one showed a purely empty courtyard with a fountain dedicated to one of the prominent ancestors and a large lily pad pool. A couple of butterflies flocked to the flowers, hungry and a bit tired, but this place felt like a secret garden.

Yara offered, "Do you and Loki want to walk around for a little bit?"

Johann worried his bottom lip but making sure he was alone made his shoulders slump. "Yeah. I'll be okay. And you'll be here?"

"Right here," Yara promised.

Tentatively, Johann let go of her hand and let Loki gently guide him into the garden. Yara watched with a hawk's eyes as Loki showed his master clumps of flowers, but Johann struck up a laugh when a few butterflies somehow thought it appropriate to sit on Loki. And the Fenrir was not pleased.

Yara hid her chuckle. It's good to see Loki taking his role seriously. I know members of parliament and some ministers had their worries. Fenrirs are notorious for their bloodshed. But… Blues twinkled watching Loki shake his head free from butterflies only for them to come back. Johann laughed all the while. How could anyone think they should separate Loki and Johann?

"Why… If it isn't Healer Sandström."

Yara stiffened. "Prime Minister Bildt." She slightly bowed. "Good afternoon."

"It is, isn't it?" Goran came to stand beside her in his formal attire. "Why… A good enough afternoon to assemble security detail for an unprompted stroll on the grounds, no less."

Yara lifted her chin. "I'm his Healer. He needs outdoor exercise, and I will not back down from that."

"Why… I never suggested such a thing, Healer Sandström," Goran assured her. "But it would be nice if these unprecedented outings were much more formally requested, the same as the princesses' schedules. As you know, the prince has his own duties to fulfill. We cannot cater to his every weakness when he is still the first prince."

Yara turned to Goran. "He doesn't have 'weakness', Prime Minister, what he has are diagnoses that require care and consideration. And you are not in charge of his 'duties'. Their Majesties made the executive decision to relinquish him from that pomp and circumstance. You'd be wise not to challenge their decision."

"And their decision was based upon your hearsay," Goran recalled. He spread his arm to touch Yara's back and bring her out of the secluded garden. "I understand you have a duty to your Healer's Creed, Healer Sandström, but when your suggestions interfere with political affairs. I can't help but be concerned you might be…why…overstepping your boundaries."

Yara wrenched Goran's hand from her back, but she kept her poise. "Healers are not part of your politicking, Your Excellency, as I'm sure you're aware we have Cessat," she firmly reminded. "All of my suggestions are for my patients and my patient alone. I have no interest in your duties or campaigning."

"Why, of course you don't, Healer Sandström," Goran agreed all too easily. "I'm just concerned for you since you're so…out of the loop that you may not understand something as simple as an order from you could have dreadful ramifications. And you're the prince's sole Healer after all. Why… Who knows what would happen to you if all this politicking just got out of hand?"

Yara gritted her teeth as she looked at Goran's kind smile. So it's come to threats now. He's still playing the unpeaceful peacemaker. She replied coolly, "I'm aware that all actions have consequences. But I was assured under the Cessant, it would protect my orders. Or was I mistaken?"

"Why… Of course you're protected," Goran told her. "Never doubt that. It's just…" He put a hand on Yara's shoulder. "As Elsa will be seated on the throne, I'm sure you know that the transition between monarchs is always quite busy with people poking their nose into royal business, you included. And I worry for your safety, Healer Sandström." He slid his hand down her arm. "But… If you feel the need for extra protection, you can share your concerns with me."

"I"—Yara took a step away as unwanted tingles warped her insides—"am perfectly fine, thank you, Your Excellency."

Goran chuckled and slightly bowed. "As you wish." He went to walk away before he asked, "And by the way… How is your sweet, little daughter?"

Yara went rigid, heart stirring. Calm down. Don't say anything you'll regret. "She's fine," she answered. "She's at her father's for a few days."

"I see." Goran patted Yara's shoulder. "Well, then. Keep up the good work." And he walked away.

Revulsion boiled in every place Goran had touched her, and she fended off the urge to abort her duties and take a shower. He's always been subtle with his dislike of me, but now he's declaring battle basically. Implying if I don't concede, he'll make sure I feel unsafe—my daughter and me. She turned away. Why is he pushing for the prince to be royally active again against the wishes of the royal family? Is it about Chess?

She went back into the garden, thinking. The Prime Minister has formally backed the crowned princess for the next king. So what does he truly have to gain manipulating the prince? He's always obsessed with preventing scandals. Is he trying to keep the prince isolated to pave an easy path for the crowned princess? But why? The first prince has never been recognized as the heir, so…

She blinked when she saw Johann at the far corner of the garden, a bit awestruck. "Your Highness?" When he did not answer, she went to him, and it surprised her that even Loki looked properly smitten. "Your Highness? Johann?" She looked to his line of view, but all she saw were closed doors. "What are you looking at?"

Johann stared at the doors in wonder. "She was…beautiful."

Yara blinked again. 'She'?

"She was crying," murmured Johann, entranced. "But she looked so pretty."

Yara blinked thrice. 'Crying'?

Johann mumbled, "If she cried harder, would that make her look even prettier?"

Yara choked. Huh?! She interjected, "Your Highness, what happened? Who are you talking about?"

Johann firmed his jaw. "Okay. It's settled then." He stood up. "Yara?"

"Ah, er." Yara slightly reeled back. "Yes?"

"I've just decided."

"Er…" Yara felt rightfully wary. "And what have you decided?"

"I"—hearts filled Johann's eyes with the power of love burning around him—"have decided I'll make her my queen!"

Loki howled, excited.

Yara felt ready to faint. What?!

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"Maybe I should buy her an estate near mine. Don't you think that'd be a good idea?"

"Y-Yes, Your Highness."

"Oh! I should ask Mother if I could buy the garden we met in, so I can give it to my queen as a present!"

"Ah, er, of course, Your Highness."

Yara's eyebrow twitched as she listened to Johann's lovestruck ramblings while they walked up the trail through the forest. What on earth…? I was gone for five minutes and now he's met the love of his life?

"I should check my treasury," Johann decided. "I'm sure Grandmother gifted me her engagement rings. And they'll be perfect for my queen, right, Loki?"

Loki barked, wagging his tail.

Yara sweated, gaping. How is he about to give a girl he just met that day priceless family heirlooms?

She cleared her throat and tried maintaining decorum. "Your Highness—I believe you might be acting a bit too impulsive at the moment," she advised. "Perhaps you should reconsider such…large tokens of affections and start small in winning her trust and care. After all, courtship is a very delicate process until you are old enough for marriage—"

"No, it's not." Johanna looked completely undeterred. "We still have laws in effect that all recognized royals can get married at thirteen."

Yes, but that wasn't meant for situations like this! Yara coughed into a fist. "Nevertheless, I still advise you to take it slow." Yes. Slow. Like a normal fifteen-year-old! "Perhaps simply meeting with her again and doing gentle activities such as taking a walk and talking."

"Huh…" Johann slowly nodded. "You're right, Yara."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Internally, Yara felt she could breathe after wheezing. Oh, thank the gods I got through to him.

A glint sparked off Johann. "I'll make sure our paths always cross, so she thinks about me constantly and then I'll talk to her about marriage."

I didn't get through to him at all! Yara cleared her throat again. "Your Highness, I would advise against making such life-altering decisions. You tend to hyper-fixate and make rash decisions based on the object of your obsession. But with a little more time and consideration, perhaps we could revisit courtship—"

"She was a chess competitor, so I can't approach her as the prince, but if I wore a disguise…"

Yara balked as Johann muttered his plans. He's not listening to me at all! She rubbed her head. Darn this headache. "Your Highness, you can't simply marry a lady you just met that day."

"Why? Father did to Mother."

Yara sweatdropped as she remembered such a whirlwind romance story. He…does have a point. She tried to appeal, "But you said she was crying. Are you sure you want to approach something so serious at such a young age to someone who was clearly emotional?"

Johann blinked. "Oh." He looked to the side. "I didn't think about that."

Yara could breathe easy. Finally—

"But after we're married, I can emotionally support her through any crisis."

She could have fallen over. Never mind! She felt ready to give up. "Johann, what even sparked this? You couldn't have fallen in love that quickly." She shook her head. "Honestly. What even brought this on? She couldn't have been that special." A few steps forward made her realize Loki and Johann stopped walking, and she turned to face them. "Johann?"

He gripped Loki's harness strap. "You're wrong. She is special," he quietly countered. His visible brown-gray eye glinted. "I know she is. I could tell when she came into the garden. She's special, Yara." He looked at her imploringly. "Can't we go back? I just want to see her again for a little while."

Yara mentally sighed. Your Highness… She had words to say, but none of them felt right now. He's never had crushes, but… We've been carefully watching for any interests. Chess had the side effect of OCD on all users from the royal family. His Highness rarely meets anyone due to his anxiety and he avoids making friends. But he's already obsessing over someone he just met.

She closed her eyes. Or this could be a normal attraction. He's only fifteen. I can't discount teenage hormones.

Opening her eyes, she conceded, "We can go back." Before Johann could get excited, she warned him, "But you are not to overwhelm her with any gifts or talks or marriage nor are you to reveal your royal status to her until we receive security clearance. You've only just met this girl. Let's not smother her. Just talk to her."

"Right. I can do that." Johann jerkily nodded. He brought Loki and Yara back into a walk and ended up blurting, "But I should bring her something, right? Father always brings Mother flowers. Shouldn't I bring flowers?"

Yara chuckled. "Just yourself, Your Highness. You are more than enough right now."

"But what about later?" Johann worried. "What if someone else gives her flowers and she remembers them and she likes them and she doesn't like me?" His eyes darted. "What if she finds someone else? What if she doesn't wanna marry me? What if she thinks I don't like her? Wh-What if she hates me because of my OCD? What if she doesn't wanna marry someone who's immunocompromised?"

Yara felt like Johann's rambling fear went one ear and out the other. He's spiraling again. She tried to stop him. "Johann—"

"I just really want her to like me," Johann continued, breathing hard. "I don't want her to think I'm creepy or weird. What if that's what she thinks? I-I don't want her to think that—"

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Johann."

He stopped, a bit gray.

Yara sighed. "Remember—you can't control your thoughts, but we can work through them together. You are not your thoughts," she soothed. "And I promise I'll help however I can. I know it'll be hard, but we can't force her to like you back or, maybe, eventually, marry you in the distant future. But we can help foster a friendship between you, if she'd like."

"And you'll help me?" Johann hoped.

Yara smiled. "Of course." Her eyebrow twitched. I have to make sure I don't wake up to the news of a sudden royal elopement. "Now, how about we go back in, let's check your vitals, get through your summer homework, and then we can think about ways you can meet her. And remember, you have your infusion in two days."

"Could she come sit with me?" Johanna pleaded.

Yara hesitated. "Your infusion is in your room. We'd have to do a lot of clearance for her to be allowed in your private apartments."

"Oh." Johann looked crestfallen for a moment. "I hadn't thought about that."

Internally, Chibi-Yara sighed in relief. Thank goodness. That will surely—

"So what you're saying is"—a devious aura intensified around Johann and Loki—"all I have to do is have my infusion outside of my room?"

"Um…" Yara sweated. I don't like where this is going…

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Yara sighed as she walked down the castle corridors with her headache eating away at her energy. A nice cocktail felt appropriate for the day she had. As she rubbed her temple, she lamented, Why am I running errands for His Highness?

"C'mon, Yara! Just say it's a Healer's Order!" Johann had been insistent with his puppy eyes (and Loki's too, for that matter). "They'll have to say yes if you tell them it's an order! Please?"

Yara chuckled. He's certainly gotten me wrapped around his fingers. Blues darkened. However, I didn't want to tell him the consequences of being so public with a romantic interest as a royal. He's been sheltered from normal royal stipulations. If Johann formally declares an interest in this girl, she'll be used in political warfare. Not even the parliament is aware he's the true heir. But the Prime Minister knows. And considering his not-so-subtle threats, if he finds out His Highness has found a romantic interest, he could use her to force the prince's hand. But again, why? Why would that benefit him?

She loudly exhaled. Maybe a nice cocktail after work is in order. I hope my child never grows this complicated.

As she glided up the regal steps, she noted the large portrait on the wall. She stepped onto the platform and drifted closer. A talented painter did the current royals justice with all five sisters and one brother alongside their parents dressed in their imperial garb, looking like the paragon of royalty. No one could ever deny those girls their birthright. They carried the same composure as the queen, but they got their smile from their father. The only prince of the lineage looked rather shy than his sisters, but his red hair was a testament to the king.

Yara breathed out through her nose. Once Elsa has her official coronation to be the crowned princess, things will change. I know she plans to wait until graduation until she marries the Östen heir, but she made it clear Johann will not be moved. Most royals would feel threatened. But this family… I've never seen such people of power so compassionate to their relatives.

She continued her walk up the steps and caught workers skittering about. But it's not the royal family I'm cautious of.

It took some time until she reached the section of the castle she had been searching for. The beauty of being a Healer under the Cessant meant no matter the matter of a meeting—save for a countrywide emergency—a Healer took precedence and needed no time to wait as they were welcomed into the room.

His Majesty's Page made a quick announcement as she strolled in. "Healer Sandström has arrived."

The kingly office looked exactly as one would picture it; tall, dark, and handsome. Dark-stained wood forged almost every piece of furniture, but the seats were made of Traditional upholstery, and they always would be. The Traditionalist community had always provided furniture for the quarters of the king. The fireplace looked empty-mouthed, but the mantle was full of photos and medals.

"Ah. Healer Sandström." It was a myth royalty often wore their crowns. The King of Bellum worked in a normal bespoke suit with his jacket hung up and his thick head of hair maintained in a low ponytail. His beard had thickened over the long stretch of winter, and the time had come for him to accept his reading Gale-Force glasses were much more of a help than a hindrance. "What brings you by? Is Johann okay?"

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Otto Nietzsche II

Age: 43

Occupation: King of Bellum

Magic: Chess

Likes: old cartoons Dislikes: piercings

Special Note: You might not believe it, but Otto is quite feared for his cold demeanor! ⌟

"Your Majesty," Yara started, "I apologize for this intrusion." She scoped the two other guests in the room, but her focus went to the second more important person in the room. "Your Highness, please forgive my interruption."

"No, it's fine, Healer Sandström." The first princess rose to her feet with a small smile and droopy shining dark gray eyes. Her fitted pantsuit and heels made her look every part of a businesswoman, and she wore the traditional earrings and hairpiece awarded to the future crowned heir. "If it's about Johann, you have every right to interrupt. Is my brother well?"

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Elsa Nietzsche

Age: 20

Occupation: First Princess of Bellum, Year 3 BSB Student

Likes: klösse (potato dumplings) Dislikes: driving

Special Note: Just like her father, Elsa is cool under pressure, but she loves doting on Johann! ⌟

Yara kept her head held high. "He's in perfect health," she carefully said. "Nevertheless, this is a matter of discussion with the king regarding His Highness."

"This is an abuse of power, Healer Sandström." Dan Cummings did not look all that impressive—not his bald head, not his suit, not even his expensive watch. But the badly concealed anger on his face certainly was impressive. "You can't just barge in here over some idle chitchat. We're discussing important affairs and you're interfering with politics!"

⌜OFFICE OF THE PRIME MINISTER

Name: Dan Cummings, MP

Age: 50

Occupation: Prime Minister's Chief of Staff

Likes: Bunny Magazine Dislikes: Wizards

Special Note: Dan is part of the conservative party, but he claims he's gone bald from his son's liberal ideals! ⌟

"If I wanted to interfere with politics, I would have gone into law rather than healing, Mister Cummings," Yara reminded, clipped. "Just as you may not meddle in my affairs, I am forbidden to meddle in yours."

Dan rose, turning red in the face. "You interfere plenty—!"

"Chief Cummings," Otto said with a cold glance over, "you are dismissed from this conversation until my page retrieves you. Thank you."

Dan could not argue, but he could raze Yara with a death glare as he marched out.

Elsa humbly bowed her head. "I'll take my leave as well then, Father."

Otto nodded. "Very well." He waited to address Yara until Elsa left and closed the doors behind her. "Healer Sandström—while I disagree with Chief Cummings' aggressive attitude, he has a bit of merit in his words. If Johann is in good health, what brings about this meeting?"

Yara clasped her hands before her. "Your Majesty—"

"Yara." Otto considerably softened. "You do not serve the crown. All Healers serve your Mother. I've never expected any of the Royal Healers to address me by my title." He chuckled. "Heinrich certainly doesn't."

Yara smiled. "Yes, well, my mentor is older than most people in this country. I'd say he's earned the right to forgo titles."

"Perhaps so." Otto sat back in his chair. "Now—what seems to be the issue with Johann? I was told he's been doing well with therapy."

"He has, but—" Yara stopped. Wait. Even if I mentioned the Prime Minister, I don't have evidence. If I accused him without any proof, this could end badly. She switched to the main reason for her visit. "His Highness has a sudden…interest in a young lady."

That shocked Otto. "Really?"

"Yes." Yara felt dreary remembering Johann's happy flapping about his new queen. "Though it's hard to say why this has occurred, I can say he's very interested."

"Let me guess." Otto grinned. "He plans to marry her."

Yara hung her head. "By tomorrow, if he had it his way."

Otto threw back his head to boom his laughter. "That's my boy! Carrying the strong Nietzsche genes, isn't he!"

Yara sweatdropped as Otto guffawed. I don't see why this is a laughing matter, Your Majesty. She cleared her throat. "In light of this newfound interest, His highness has requested I give a Healer's Order so his potential intended can join him for his infusion in two days."

Otto's smile dimmed, but it was not lost. "I see." He rose to his feet to leave the comfort of his chair and stand before one of his great windows. "I'm guessing you have concerns."

"Many, Your Majesty," Yara admitted, bald-faced, "but my primary concerns come from how intense these emotions have come on. I can't speak if this comes from normal teenage hormones or a sudden obsession. But with how aggressive His Highness plans to pursue her, I'm slightly worried for the potential fallout if she does not return his sentiments."

"He's never had an interest in anyone before," Otto murmured. "This would be a first. Hm…" He waved a hand. "I appreciate you letting me know this. It would seem I'm long overdue for a talk with my son."

Yara hesitated. "While I'm here to voice concerns, I also admit that we can't jump to conclusions. It's normal for Johann to develop romantic interests at his age—"

"Yara." Otto turned to show her a slight smile. "Don't worry. I won't do anything rash, I promise."

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Yara's eyebrow twitched. Your Majesty…

For an untrained, the private stem cell therapy and infusion center looked like the stereotypical outpatient center with comfortable recliners, an LV, and even books and games for the patient. Register nurses and medical assistants roamed with their masks and gloves. Normal, right?

But to the trained eye, it was easy to tell many of these medical workers were security detail in disguise with hawk's eyes aimed everywhere. Not to mention that out of this entire infusion center floor, Johann was the only one in a recliner and he had been gifted personal "medical staff" and even brought along a chessboard and Loki.

You said you wouldn't do anything rash!

Johann noticed Yara at the entryway and beamed. "Hi, Yara! Isn't this great? My parents were on board with everything!" He held up a plaque. "I even got to buy this entire floor and rename it."

"I…" Yara felt all the life sucked out of her. "I-I see, Your Highness." Is this the royal family's idea of not doing anything rash? She could imagine the king merrily laughing. Your Majesty, I think we need to have a conversation.

Yara was about to take her position next to Johann, but he stopped her. "Wait. That's my girlfriend's spot."

"'Girlfriend'?" Yara's eyes widened. "She already agreed?"

"Nope! But it's only a matter of time, right?"

Yara turned away to clutch the material over her heart while Loki was in firm agreement with his human. This entire family is bad for my health! She sank into a comfortable chair across from Johann. "Your Highness—was moving this quickly the…wisest choice?" she had to ask. "Did you discuss this with your therapist in your session yesterday? I would think—"

"They said it's okay!"

Yara wanted to strangle his therapist. Who would say all of this is okay?

DOTADOTA!

Old sneakers edged the entryway. "Oh… I-I think I have the wrong room. I'm so sorry."

Johann, however, perked and beckoned the guest closer. "No, no, it's okay." He kept his accent out of his Minstrish. "This is my Healer, Yara. She's friendly, I promise." He surprised Yara with his be nice look and mutter, "Sie ist schüchtern. Bitte sei sanft."

Yara was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled. I suppose I should just go along with it. There's no stopping him now. She turned to his guest. "Hello, young lady."

Those sneakers backed away. "U-Um…" Lithe fingers tugged on the edge of a shirt. "I should go—"

Loki got up to pad over to the guest. He acted like a needy cat as he rubbed all over her, earning her laughter, before he rolled over for belly rubs. Once she conceded, his back leg thumped, and he looked like he was in bliss.

"Loki wouldn't want you to go," Johann murmured. "So, please stay? I promise Yara's nice, really." He gestured to the Healer. "Yara, this is my new friend. She's a competitor for the chess competition and she's doing the camp too."

Yara stood and offered a traditional bow. "It's nice to meet you."

"O-Oh! Um, it's nice to meet you too." The guest looked no older than the prince, but she was his polar opposite with her dark skin and black hair in lemonade braids. Her bunched-up capris, t-shirt, and bomber jacket looked normal as well. Though it was strange she had sunglasses on indoors. "I'm Orisa." She shyly smiled. "Thank you for having me."

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Yara watched Johann and Orisa. Easy enough to tell Johann led the conversation with how smitten and bright he looked and the shy smiles Orisa awarded him. Another chess game between them had started in the second hour of his infusion with Loki favoring Orisa as he laid at her feet. As Orisa studied for her next move, Johann watched her like she was a work of precious art.

But Yara looked at her differently.

Her body… She's wincing every time she moves. Johann notices it too. Yara considered the prince's facial twitch of concern when Orisa shifted her weight and bit her lip. She looks too thin for her age. Blues sharpened as she saw Orisa's quick look to the entryway. She keeps glancing at all the exit points. And any time I move, she looks like I'm about to—

Her fingers curled into her palms. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. But still, it worries me. If His Majesty gave his approval of her coming, he must've deemed her safe. But from a Healer's standpoint, this is the creed I vowed to. If she's in danger…

"So Orisa." Yara kept her tone pleasant and unsuspecting as she spoke in Minstrish. "It's lovely to meet you. I know competitors come from around the world. Where are you from?"

Orisa made her move, tapped her timer, and answered, "I'm from Mangan."

"You're Manganese," Yara said, surprised. "You're from Andüsa then. Goodness! You flew all this way two continents over! I'm sure that was a long trip."

"It wasn't that big a deal," Orisa dismissed as she stroked one of her braids. "I've never been to Ishgar before." She smiled. "It's really nice here."

"And I'm here," Johann inserted with a grin. "Maybe this was fate for us to meet."

Orisa looked like she could pass out from embarrassment, and Yara wanted to snicker so badly. Since when were you such a flirt, Your Highness? She held back and questioned, "Barring Johann, what do you like about Ishgar? How different is Bellum to Mangan?"

"The traffic," Orisa decided. "It's so different here. Back home, it feels a lot crazier compared to here. I don't live in a big city. It's just my mom and me out in the country, so I feel a little…out of place here."

"I think you fit in just fine," Johann assured.

Orisa's cheeks burned. "You're just saying that."

"I mean it," Johann insisted. "And if anyone tells you otherwise, Loki can rip out their throats so they never talk again and you won't have to worry about their opinions. Right, boy?"

Loki ruffed, thumping his tail.

Yara spiraled. Your Highness, you're going to scare her away!

But Orisa laughed. "Yeah, right." She bent down to cater to Loki's neediness and her smile widened as the Fenrir looked in bliss as she scratched his secret spot. "He's like a giant puppy. You're funny, Johann."

That wasn't a joke! Yara could feel her head pound again. Well, as long as she isn't terrified, I suppose it's fine.

Johann made his move and tapped the timer. "Yara—Orisa and her mom are Healers like you."

"Really?" Yara's interest grew, but so did her suspicion. Her mother's a healer, but her daughter is showing signs of pain?

"O-Oh! Um, well, she's not exactly one anymore," Orisa quickly clarified. "She was a Wiccan Healer before I was born." She looked at the board, eyes downcast. "But thing's happened. She's…not an official Healer anymore. We still help out around town since there aren't any other Wiccans, but it's just…"—she went for her rook only to falter and place her hands in her lap—"complicated."

Yara saddened. I've heard about Healer Creeds in Andüsa. We all take our vows to Mother, but some countries pursue the Old Ways—Healers must be abstinent and never conceive. Her mother might've given up her legal title as a Healer to give birth to Orisa. How barbaric, but it's not my right to judge. Still, what a terrible fate for one of my sisters.

"I-I—" Orisa moved to rise. "I shouldn't be here—"

"No, wait!"

Orisa flinched when Johann gently grabbed her wrist. "Johann—"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad." Johann would not let her go. "We won't mention it again, okay? So stay? Please?"

Yara could see Orisa calculating an escape as her chest labored. "Johann," she murmured, "I think Orisa needs to get back to the competition grounds. It was very nice for you to invite her to stay with you, but Orisa would probably like to rest for a while—"

Loki loudly whined as he nudged Orisa's legs until she sat down again. He even bunted her free hand for good measure, but she picked up the message soon enough with Loki relaxing underneath her strokes.

Orisa gradually relaxed as well. "I-I guess…I could stay for a little while longer?" She ducked her head. "If that's okay."

"That's more than okay," Johann quickly agreed. He released her wrist, but he was not subtle in claiming her hand. "I'm honestly surprised Loki's such a lapdog for you. He doesn't even like the rest of my family."

"He's very curt to me too," Yara added helpfully.

Orisa smiled at the Fenrir. "I've always been good with magical creatures. Out in the countryside, we get a few scares. We don't have a local Tamer, only ranchers, but I'm normally able to calm them down for a little while."

"Are you sure you're not a Tamer?" Johann asked, curious. "I'm one and Loki's my Partner."

Yara's eyes widened, but she physically restrained herself from calling his title. Why did he…?

Orisa shook her head. "No. I'm not a Tamer. I think it'd be cool to be one." Something in her smile dimmed. "I'd rather be that than anything else." She meant to pull her hand, but she realized her fingers laced with Johann's and she looked abashed. "Ah, sorry—"

"Don't be." Johann's smile tendered. "I'm the one who held your hand first. And I'm not sorry."

Yara could imagine the king coaching his only son on flirtation. This sounds exactly like something His Majesty would say. But Her Majesty falls for it every time. Her smile quirked seeing Orisa's shy look away, but she certainly did not pull back her hand. And it seems lightning has struck twice.

She crossed her arms and decided silence and observation would be needed for the next hour. Perhaps I was overreacting. It would seem she's fond of His Highness as well. However… Her smile faded when she caught Loki's prodding to Orisa's side met with Orisa wincing. She distracted him with head scratches to move him away from her side. I'm bothered by her reactions. Perhaps I can look at the EMRs sent over. Every competitor had to confirm they were in good health with medical consent forms, vaccinations, and physicals. I'm sure to find something.

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"There's nothing?"

Yara sat at her office desk in the Healer's Ward with disbelief written all over her face as she looked at her screens. She had pulled up Orisa's electronic medical records and forms, but no matter which way she clicked or restarted her search, she arrived at the same conclusive box:

PATIENT'S MEDICAL RECORDS HAVE BEEN OBSTRUCTED DUE TO RELIGIOUS RATIONALE

Yara glared at her screens as she drummed her fingers on her desk. How convenient.

"What's gotten you so loud?" Heinrich asked from the doorway. He came in with his Magic Stave. "Nothing to do with that ex-husband of yours, right?"

"No." Yara pushed away from her desk to cross her arms. "I'm trying to look up one of the competitors for the chess camp and competition, but her records are blocked. I guess her guardian submitted a statement that they don't consent to Orisa's records being released due to 'religious rationale'."

Heinrich sighed heavily. "Well, that certainly hasn't changed from my day." He put his stave in the other hand. "Doing snooping on the first prince's queen?"

"You know about that?"

Heinrich adjusted his spectacles. "I'm His Majesty's Healer." It made his entire face storm as he recalled the king's passionate speeches about adolescent love and how pleased he was his son had a crush. "And he's quite vocal about his love for his children." He muttered, "And his children call him 'father'."

TICK!

Yara massaged away the tick mark on her temple. I'm not about to get into this. "I'm not snooping," she prefaced, "but I just needed to check something." Blues darkened. "I've been using the past week to watch His Highness and Orisa. Just from observing her, she had a few signs of possible abuse, or at least she might've been involved in an unwanted situation."

"You were going to validate your hunches based on the submitted physical," Heinrich presumed correctly. "It's rather convenient her records can't be handed over because of religious reasons."

Yara blinked at her mentor. "You believe me?"

"If my own daughter couldn't recognize signs of abuse from a patient, you wouldn't have been in this position in the first place," Heinrich sniffed. "In my day, Healers were taught to ignore any signs of abuse, especially from women. Education is better here, but it's not up to my standard. If you say this young girl is possibly being abused, I believe you." He thumbed his stave. "Though I can't think of a way of examining her without tipping her off."

"Confronting her would be too inappropriate," Yara deemed.

"Why not ask His Highness?" Heinrich suggested.

Such an idea made Yara snap her stare at her mentor. "What?"

Heinrich shrugged. "It's just a suggestion. When Hanna tried to hide her medical issues, I asked Otto for his help so I could properly treat her. I gave him a set list of questions to gather her history and symptoms. When he confirmed what I suspected, he helped bring her to me so I could do a thorough examination and treatment. If Johann and Orisa are close, perhaps enlisting Johann would be best."

"He's fifteen," Yara pointed out.

Heinrich did not see the problem. "And that 'fifteen-year-old' is already an excellent militant strategist and so advanced in his studies, I'm impressed he even has teachers at this point. That, and it would seem he's attached to Orisa. Frame it he will be helping his crush by making sure she's healthy. Did she look like she suffered from malnutrition as well?"

"No, but I noticed she's very careful with food," Yara noted in a murmur. "She seems a healthy weight, maybe a little under for her height. Her teeth look good from where I was standing. She does wear sunglasses constantly."

"Light sensitivity?" Heinrich's face darkened. "Or a black eye?"

Yara slightly shook her head. "No. Johann likes to tell me he adores her eyes. She could have some sort of disorder, though." She chewed on a nail. Lazy eye, perhaps? A degenerative disease? If only I could have access to her records…

She jolted when her work Compact lit up with a call, but she tended to it. "Healer Sandström."

"Healer Sandström, this is Communications Secretary Garret. Her Majesty would like to know if you could spare a bit of time for her within the next hour," Garret diplomatically requested. "She would like to speak with you about His Highness the first prince."

Yara conceded, "Of course. I always have time Her Majesty."

"Excellent. Her Majesty requests you join in the third castle at the teal drawing-room. Would you like a formal escort?"

'The third castle'? But Yara agreed. "I see. Uh, no, no escort is needed. I'll come now."

"Thank you."

Heinrich watched as Yara ended the call and logged out. "Was it Johann?"

"No, Her Majesty." Yara straightened out her healer's robes as she stood. "She's requesting my presence regarding in His Highness. She wants me to meet in the third castle in the teal drawing-room." She looked at her work Compact. "I hope it isn't an emergency. I haven't heard anything from the other aide for His Highness." She frowned at Heinrich's pensive look. "What? What is it?"

"Hanna isn't one to pull you away from your duties unless she considers it necessary," Heinrich said. "Remember that. She may ask you questions you aren't expecting. Answer them honestly. She may have her workers beneath her, but you and I and those in the ward can provide nonpolitical opinions. We serve Mother, not the crown."

Yara blinked. His Majesty told me something similar. She nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good." Heinrich lifted his chin. "And call me 'father'."

"No."

Yara walked out of the ward and ignored Heinrich's grumblings about her being an ungrateful daughter. He really won't drop it, really?

As she made her way through the castle corridors, the upcoming meeting made her thoughtful. Heinrich cares for the rest of the royal family with his apprentices. It's just me for most of Johann's care and a couple part-time aides. Insofar, he's been doing fine. She sweatdropped remembering how enthusiastically Johann spent either with Orisa or talking about her. He has a lot more energy than before. But Orisa seems like a kind girl. And Loki does like her.

She rubbed her neck and cracked out a wily kink. It's a good thing they have all summer to get to know each other. The chess camp is also a cultural camp. And all campers get the option to stay the summer and experience Bellum. I'm sure His Highness would've had a fit if she was only staying for the normal week.

Blues weathered. It's still bothering me we have no access to her medical records. We can't ignore religious opt-outs unless it's an emergency situation. I just hope it doesn't come to that.

As Yara came to the sky bridge that connected the first and second castle, she blinked when she saw a clustered party hiding in one of the side corridors. All were well-dressed, from their hair to their shoes, and were in murmurous discussion that looked riddled with tension. Wait… Aren't those cabinet members?

She hung back to observe the situation. The conversation was too low for her to understand, but one of the cabinet members must have made an aggressive point. Secretary of State of Justice…Foreign Affairs…International Trade—yes, those are almost all the cabinet members and… She glared when she saw Göran easily replying. The Prime Minister—what are they doing here? What are they talking about?

"Interfering once again, Healer Sandström?"

Yara whirled around to see Dan scowling at her presence. "If by interfering you mean stumbling upon some sort of meeting and not interrupting, then, by all means, Mister cummings, yes, I'm interfering."

"I knew it," Dan sneered. "I knew you were nothing more than a—!"

"Why, Mister Cummings… How can you treat such an esteemed healer so crassly?" Göran cut in, smiling, and members of his staff and cabinet flocked him. With a few quick words, his teams abandoned him, but it was not lost their suspicious to downright annoyed glances at Yara. "She is caring for this kingdom's future. Why, you should be treating her with respect."

Dan looked appalled at such a suggestion. "But Your Excellency, she—!"

"Why, Healer Sandström," Göran said with a hand raised to silence his Chief of Staff. "I heard my Chief of Staff was awfully rude to you and challenged your position in our politics. His blunder is mine. I sincerely apologize for his attitude and, rest assured, he will be coached on how to properly act around such respected personnel."

Yara caught Dan's mutinous glare toward her, but she slowly said, "Thank you, Prime Minister. I appreciate the apology."

Göran's glance at Dan resulted in the Chief of Staff bowing out and marching away. "Why, thank you for accepting my humble apology, Healer Sandström. It means a lot. While we may not fall in the same circles, we both do work for this country. Our interests should align with progressing our kingdom into a brighter future, should it not?"

"Yes…" Yara agreed.

Göran came closer to her. "And that is why you are crucial to this future. Because you are the caretaker for His Highness." He leisurely circled her. "And His Highness is the hope for this nation. Why… He's simply brilliant. He can provide the progress this country needs."

"Perhaps," Yara warily agreed, "but Her Highness Princess Elsa will become the crowned heir and future king of this nation, as I understand it."

"Why… Of course she will be," Göran said pleasantly. "Her Highness is also a prestigious choice. She has the backing of the nobles and has worked closely with the Labor and Intendent parties. She understands international trade and foreign affairs, and she has fairly swayed extremist liberals. But…" He stopped at Yara's shoulder. "She is not the true heir without Chess."

"She will be," Yara determined. "And it's for the better. His Highness cannot take the throne. That was his decision and we all support him."

"Yes, we do," Göran agreed. "Why, it's such a travesty to see such a power be taken."

"I guess that's one way to put it." Yara narrowed her eyes. What is he playing at? She sidestepped in. "Well, as delightful as this conversation has been, Prime Minister, Her Majesty should not be kept waiting. If you'll excuse me."

"Why, of course." Göran bowed.

Yara walked away with her skin tingling with unease. What's going on here? Why does he keep mentioning His Highness as the heir? He even agreed for Elsa to take the throne. As she crossed the bridge, she thought back to what she witnessed in the side corridor. Those cabinet members… Weren't they all conservatives? The Prime Minister is also of the conservative party. I admit, I don't keep up with politics, but… Could it be His Highness being the true heir being leaked? He mentioned Elsa only helped bring the Labors and Independents to an agreement, but he left out the Conservatives. So then…

She sighed. Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself. The Prime Minister has always been loyal to the throne. My dislike of him might be affecting my judgment. Let's focus on my meeting with Her Majesty.

The third castle was the smaller of the three, but that did not make it less grand. With it being predominantly for staff members of noble ranking, it was much humbler in all its dressings and ornaments, but guards of the royal state did not shirk their duties here still.

Once Yara made it to the doors, another sigil confirmed her identity, and someone announced her arrival. A guard opened the door and an abundance of teal greeted her, from the satin couch pillows to the wall. Musty gold and pearls white served as appropriate accents. However, the interior of the drawing-room had staff inside with no sign of the queen. But when a page gestured to Yara to step onto the balcony, she quickly understood.

Yara did her traditional bow at the balcony entryway. "Your Majesty—"

"Yara, come now. There's no need for titles."

"Apologies." Yara stood. "Hello, Hanna."

"Much better." Queen Hanna Nietzsche might have looked soft and fragile, but she enjoyed making people feel easy around her so they dropped their guard and let her see their true face. She had put her hair in a traditional plait with her regal skirt and blouse prim and proper. "Come. Sit with me."

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Hanna Nietzsche

Age: 47

Occupation: Queen of Bellum

Likes: hunting Dislikes: poetry

Special Note: Hanna won Otto's heart when she killed two buckbears with nothing more than her carving dagger! ⌟

Yara sat on the other side of the queen, but a double-take over the balcony showed her quite the adorable sight. Johann, Orisa, and Loki were on the ground, lounging and lunching together. Whatever Orisa said, both prince and Fenrir listened with rapt attention. Johann was not subtle in moving closer to hold her hand like they had done so for months, but maybe it was because he made it not that big of a deal that Orisa did not shy away like before.

Well now… Yara smiled at the queen. "I see you had your curiosities about your son's interest. Does Johann know he's being watched over?"

"Oh, he gave me quite the warning to let him be with his new girlfriend," Hanna tittered. "I've never seen him so protective. My sweet boy is becoming a young man. And for such a beautiful young lady."

"You approve then?"

Hanna smiled with a twinkle in her eye. "Do you think Johann cares for my approval?" As Yara chuckled, Hanna regarded her son and Orisa in fondness. "I thought it'd be better for me to see Johann in action. Otto brought up that you had a few concerns. Do you still have them?"

Yara sighed. "My concerns came from how intense his emotions were. So far, I haven't seen any troublesome behavior OCD can render for relationships. However…" Blues softened on Orisa. "I do have my concerns with Orisa."

"Oh?" Hanna lifted her teacup, but her eyes sharpened. "And what would they be?" She noticed Yara's hesitation and after a sip, she assured, "Speak freely, Yara."

And so Yara did. "I've used the past week to observe Orisa during her time with Johann. A few of her tendencies tip me off to possible abuse. I know His Highness is enthusiastic about his new feelings and she seems to reciprocate, but I'm worried about her home life. Thankfully, with his OCD treated, I'm not too worried about him pushing her. If anything, he seems very aware of how Orisa acts."

"He's quite attentive," Hanna observed. Her lips twitched catching her son planting a chaste kiss on Orisa's cheek. "And amorous." She looked down at her tea. "My son is precious to me, Yara. He's precious to our entire family. And for him to give up his right to the throne—such was not an easy choice. Had we unveiled him as the heir when he displayed his power, the Conservatives would have launched a campaign against us for having Elsa become king. But in doing this, Elsa will make Bellum more united than ever, and Johann will be able to live his days in comfort."

She sipped her tea before setting her cup on its saucer. "Have you ever resented Johann for refusing the throne? And please, speak freely."

"Not at all, your Majesty," Yara answered, surprised. "I find it courageous."

"Really?" Hanna waved and one of her workers came to pour her more tea. "Explain."

"Well…" Yara gathered the words as she looked at Johann and Orisa. It was the typical story, two teenagers enamored with each other under the summer sun. Johann's chaste kiss led to him moving closer to Orisa, and Orisa shyly accepted his advances. "When people understand power, they do what they can to maintain it and gain it," she told the queen. "Chess is an incredible power. With it, a person could rule a nation—no, a world. And that power has fallen to Johann—chosen him, really. He's a brilliant strategist and a bright child. With his power, he could take the throne and do as he pleases. But instead…"

She smiled a little when Johann gently brought Orisa for a kiss, and she hesitantly reciprocated, only to relax when she realized Johann would not push for more. "But instead, he recognized his shortcomings with his power at a young age and decided he shouldn't be in power. To me, that doesn't make him a good leader. That makes him a great one. And I believe in his choices. So I support his decision."

Hanna hummed. "Will you continue to tend to him after Elsa is crowned and coronated?"

"Of course." Yara had no doubt in her mind. "If His Highness is still okay with it, I'd be honored to be his Healer."

"Very good." Hanna dragged her finger along her teacup. "As you know, every year, the family takes a sky cruise as part of my husband's inspection of our kingdom. I know you'd denied it before because of your daughter's age, but if you'd like, we'd be more than happy to host you and Hendrika."

Yara chuckled. "Thank you, but I'll have to decline. I'll be using my vacation time to take Hendrika to a few places and she's already excited about our little adventure."

"She'll be a young woman before you know it, so treasure those moments with your daughter, Yara." Hanna's eyes glinted as she saw Orisa quietly giggle as she pulled away, but Johann chased her lips only to grin when he got her cheek. "It would seem like yesterday that my little Johann hid behind my skirts every time we had a visitor and panicked even around his sisters. And now look at him. He's already a young man in love."

She simpered behind a hand. "Otto is probably jealous I've met our newest daughter before him, the silly man. His sisters are all trying to find ways to inconspicuously meet their newest sister."

"Well, they're only fifteen, Your Majesty," Yara reminded with a nervous laugh. "Surely you can't expect any sort of marriage soon."

Hanna's look was full of mischief. "Otto and I were seventeen when we were man and wife. Didn't you know the men on his side of the family marry young?"

Yara felt like she was going to have a heart attack while Hanna chuckled. "Please don't frighten me like that, Your Majesty. Johann is still just a boy."

"A boy in love," Hanna amended softly. "As a mother, of course I'd rather my children wait until they were in their twenties with their education behind them before considering marriage, such as Elsa is doing. But look at him, Yara."

The Healer did and her heart squeezed seeing Orisa and Johann lying on a dozing Loki with Johann unable to let her go.

"Love can happen at any moment in a lifetime," Hanna said. "I won't deny my son that happiness. And," she added amusedly, "if Loki likes her, I have a feeling neither one of those boys will let her go any time soon." Her smile faded. "If you think Orisa is in a dangerous situation, do everything you can to help her," she murmured. "Spare no expense. I will not have a future daughter in harm's way."

Yara tensed. "The thing is—Orisa's medical files are restricted. Her guardian didn't give consent due to religious reasoning. We can't override that unless it's an emergency…"

Hanna caught on. "I'm sensing there's more."

Yara confided, "Heinrich suggested I employ His Highness to help feel out Orisa's home life and possible abuse. I'm afraid to try that method since His Highness tended to become overly anxious…"

Hanna weighed the options. "I see." She sipped her tea again. "Well, then. Leave it up to me."

"Ah…" Yara did not understand. "Your Majesty?"

Hanna smiled. "Oh, don't worry, Yara. You were right to be hesitant in employing my son. This would be best left to us ladies. And don't worry." She looked down at her tea. "I won't do anything rash."

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Yara's eyebrow twitched. Oh, no.

From the large atrium to the glass ceiling, this mall felt larger than life and everyone knew it. The palm trees felt a little ridiculous to be planted all over the mall, but pedestrians ignored them as they marched up and down the halls with somewhere to be or nowhere to be. Summertime was the perfect time for window shopping and impulse buying, which made sales associates all the more hopeful to schmooze an unsuspecting Tim, Dick, or Jerry into buying that bag that they would never need or a pair of shoes that could only be worn twice a year. A sport's car raffle had garnered a lot of interest. Push&Bear had all the latest USM trends this season and a group of secondary students was all for it.

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« This is the Wiri Wiri Center, the largest mall in Bellum with over 250 stores, a wide variety of entertainment, and even a people mover to help people get from one end of the mall to the other. »

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Hendrika gawked at the size of the mall as she held Yara's hand while Yara's eyebrow twitched. It happened again!

CLAP!

"Thank you so much for joining us today, Orisa," Hanna said cheerily. She looked like a typical redhead with her Glamour Ring on. "When my little Johann told me you'd be wanting to see the sights of Bellum, I thought what was better than to bring you to the biggest mall in all the kingdom!"

Orisa smiled a little with her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. "Thank you, ma'am."

"I can't believe our brother's been hiding such a cutie from us!" Without the glamour, Svenja Nietzsche was a spitting image of her mother, if on the thinner side. But now, she sported her father's fiery red hair. "He can be so stingy sometimes."

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Svenja Nietzsche

Age: 16

Occupation: Third Princess of Bellum, Year 12 Student

Likes: pistols Dislikes: drunks

Special Note: Svenja might not look it, but she's quite the sharpshooter! ⌟

"I know, right?" Bernadette Nietzsche had her mother's figure and her father's dimples. She looked beautiful as a brunette, but as a redhead, she looked like she had the good old-fashioned Éirush lass in her. "He can be such a pain when he's hoarding something."

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Bernadette Nietzsche

Age: 18

Occupation: Second Princess of Bellum, Year 1 BSB Student

Likes: foxes Dislikes: unsalted pretzels

Special Note: Bernadette is often called "the lady of the hunt" for taking after her mother's hunting skills! ⌟

Orisa looked properly abashed. "I-It's not like that—Oh!" Two girls clung to either side of Orisa, and she stuttered, "U-Um—!"

"If you get tired of Johann, just say the word and we'll treat you better!" Gisella Nietzsche proudly declared. With her glamoured ginger hair, she pinned them up in traditional twin braided loops and looked highly westernized with her ensemble.

"Yeah!" Anya Nietzsche grinned with her hair in a side ponytail and her bell-bottom jeans "trendy" according to her magazines. "He can be such a brat, so since he's not here, feel free to complain about him to us, okay?"

⌜HOUSE OF NIETZSCHE

Name: Giselle and Anya Nietzsche

Age: 13

Occupation: Fourth and Fifth Princesses of Bellum

Likes: western media Dislikes: being told "no"

Special Note: Giselle and Anya love switching identities to confuse people! ⌟

"I—! Um—!" Poor Orisa had swirls in her sunglasses as she barely computed how to handle all this newfound attention. "W-Well, um—! I—!"

"Ahem. Girls." Elsa took charge and looked much more dignified than her younger sisters with her newfound red hair with a braided headband and the rest of it down. "I think we're overwhelming our guest, so please calm yourself." Her smiles might have looked small and restrained, but the sincere fondness in her eyes showed. "Thank you for joining us today, Orisa. We're sorry to have pried you from Johann, but we understand he's been getting a bit carried away with you."

"Ah…" Orisa looked down, flushed. "N-No. Johann's been great, I promise."

Anya huffed. "Oh, please. You're just saying that to be nice. We know how pushy he can be." She puffed a cheek. "He can be so manipulative!"

"You're just saying that because Johann doesn't let you sneak up on him anymore and he knows all your sneak-out routes," Svenja dryly recounted, making Anya sweat a little. She winked at Orisa. "Don't worry. Johann's a tamed puppy around you."

"Even Loki is a tamed puppy," Giselle giggled. "And he hates everyone!"

Orisa frowned. "But he's so kind."

"Because he likes you," Bernadette asserted. "Loki doesn't like anyone else outside of Johann and Healer Sandström."

"And he only tolerates my presence," Yara said in jest. She told a bemused Orisa, "Fenrirs aren't creatures that like being around humans. For Johann to have one as his Partner is almost improbable. And for Loki to also like you means you are a very special person."

"I-I'm not though!" Orisa realized her outburst and quickly covered it. "And, um, shouldn't we not be talking about his in public?"

"Oh, it's fine," Hanna chirped pleasantly. "No one here will tell another soul."

Yeah. Yara's eyebrow twitched as she recognized most of the people walking around. Because you've employed the royal guards as mallgoers.

CLAP!

"Now then!" Hanna beamed. "Shall we get shopping ladies?"

Orisa looked a bit startled as Giselle and Anya pushed her along, gabbing nonstop about all the western trends they rest about with Svenja and Bernadette popping in and Elsa plotting out their route with Hanna.

Yara trailed after them with Hendrika. Why did I have to come along on this? I thought I was Johann's Healer—

She stopped.

Her nape felt warm.

Blues sharpened. That feeling again—it's clearer now, like I really am being watched. She dared not look around. But… These eyes feel hostile. And considering government agents are everywhere, it doesn't make sense. Am I just being too presumptuous? Is this hostility aimed at someone else?

"Mama?"

Yara blinked and her wide eyes flashed down to a confused Hendrika.

"Are you all right?" Hendrika asked her mother.

Yara took a shaky breath. Stay calm for your daughter. She put on a smile. "I'm all right, sweetie. Now let's go do some shopping. We have to get some new outfits for our vacation, right?"

Hendrika beamed. "Right!"

Yara let Hendrika lead the charge and follow their party, but she could not forget that feeling. Perhaps I'm just overreacting. Right now, I need to focus on the task at hand. She unburdened herself from her troubles and gave into the merriment ahead.

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ā mayotte iru hima wa nai n da

oshiyoseru fuan nante

sono egao ni fure tara kanarazu

wasure rareru noni

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A popular Ishgaran retailer was up first, and boy could the Nietzsche women shop.

Orisa had been content to be there and would have rather stayed in the background, especially when Giselle and Anya were arguing about what to try on first. She scuffed the floor with her shoes, simply listening, but it startled her when the twins tugged her into their conversation and wanted her opinion. And Orisa looked so happy to be included.

Next came the twins doing a fun fashion show of all their new outfits with the rest of the ladies clapping and cooing for their favorite looks. Orisa sat a bit to the side, politely clapping, but she had not guessed the twins had picked an ensemble for her. Both were eager for her to try it on, but Orisa fostered a tense smile and turned down the offer, the twins making a moue.

Yara, Elsa, and Hanna exchanged glances.

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kimi o mitsuke ta ano hare ta hi wa sukoshi samuku te

sora o miageru kimi no hitomi ni koi o shi ta n da

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The haul from a couple of retailers had been relatively tame for the royal family, but Orisa had declined any offers for clothes as she was happy with what she had. Elsa and Bernadette spoke about what Elsa would wear when she met her soon-to-be fiancé. Giselle and Anya were perky they would be dressing like a big-name singer in the USM, but they pouted when Svenja chastised them. Hendrika could not hold back her excitement her mother had gotten her a pretty sundress.

And Orisa lagged behind.

It was nothing personal or disheartening. The smile on her face did not die as she followed the troupe, but a glance at a store gave her pause. It was one of those stores made for teenagers by teenagers and one of the models rocked quite the tied skirt and crop top. In the reflection, she could see herself wearing it. But it took only a moment for her to push away and keep walking—

But she bumped into Hanna.

And Hanna's smile meant nothing good.

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dārin, dārin

kono mama zutto tōku de mi te iru yowamushi na watashi ni

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Poor Orisa was learning where Johann got his determination from.

What turned into a reluctant acceptance of one shirt turned into the sisters and their mother piling on more and more clothes into Orisa's arms. She floundered a bit, insisting this was a bit too much, but all she received were nudgings into a changing room until she was all alone with her potential new outfits. She set down the clothes and took a seat on the bench beside them. Maybe if she were braver, she could have reached for the first shirt, but her hand retracted and all she could do was stare at her lap.

And her nails dug into her palms.

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sotto mahō kake te dōka kono kyori o motto chikaku e

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The sisters, Hanna, Yara, and Hendrika could not stop sharing their worried looks. Had they pushed too far? Was she okay in there alone? Was this—

SHING!

Orisa tentatively stepped out of the changing room with her bell-bottom jeans and a retro long-sleeve top. She offered a shy smile and a shrug.

And that was how she was overwhelmed with the sisters all layering her in praise.

Orisa grew taken aback until she scratched her cheek with a finger and tried to humbly accept their compliments. And as the sisters talked her ear off on what she should try next with Hendrika oohing and aahing, Hanna and Yara exchanged relieved smiles.

And that was how their day played out.

Giselle and Anya might have been young, but they certainly knew how to connive to get Orisa as their personal dress-up doll. The twins focused on matching with their newfound best friend, ranging from goth punk to hippie to disco. Svenja and Bernadette took control of actual casual apparel and turned Orisa into a Minstrish flower with muted colors. Elsa, Hanna, and Yara surprised Orisa with formal attire, but Orisa shied away from dresses in favor of pants. But she could not help but melt when Hendrika coerced her into matching Nicky-nyan and Nina-nyan close with cat ears and the whole kit and kaboodle.

The subject of food came up and off to the food court they went. Hendrika's puppy eyes worked for MgRonald's. If the royal chefs knew their queen and princess were eating Six Guys, they would be beside themselves. Orisa had gently shaken her head at the offer of food, happy with her water.

Of course things were not that easy and now she was sitting at a table with schnitzel slathered in mustard cream sauce, fries, and eight pairs of eyes watching her.

Tentative and intimidated, Orisa went for her plastic fork.

Everyone leaned in.

She broke off a piece of schnitzel.

They leaned in closer.

She lifted her morsel to her lips.

The ladies were practically brimming with anticipation.

Orisa took her first bit.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

She chewed and swallowed.

No one moved.

And then…

Orisa was glowing as she looked at her tray and excitedly went for another bite.

And that was how she was successfully introduced to Bellish cuisine.

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dārin, dārin

kono mama zutto tōku de mi te iru yowamushi na watashi ni

sotto mahō kake te dōka kono kyori o motto chikaku e

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Orisa slipped in with the girls like she had grown up with them, and Hanna could not be happier.

The girls, Hendrika, and Orisa had clobbered into a secondhand store to put on tastefully ridiculous ensembles and strike poses as they listened to Mamma Mia on the store's speakers. Hanna and Yara sat this round out as they settled on a bench in the mall hall, guards milling about in civilian clothing.

"This has been so delightful," Hanna cheered. "My daughter is such a beautiful young lady. Don't you agree, Yara?"

But she isn't even married into the family. Yara sighed, that damned headache throbbing. "Yes, Your Majesty." She glanced into the store and observed Orisa dancing with Hendrika. "But… Don't you think this was a little much?"

"Oh, not at all," Hanna said with a beam. "If I had it my way, I would've had the mall completely empty, but Elsa talked me out of it."

Thank the gods for one levelheaded royal, Yara lamented.

Hanna adjusted her dress. "Yara—be honest with me." She inclined her head. "Do you still stand by what you said?"

Yara blinked before a solemn expression slipped over her face. "I do."

Hanna hummed. "As much as I don't like to see it, I have to agree with you." She, too, watched Orisa before giving a hand signal. Almost as if it were natural, the civilian knights roaming near drifted away to give the queen and the healer room. She confided in Yara, "As of now, our knights were told Orisa is a schoolmate of Svenja to downplay her importance. But because of that, a background check is being run on her."

"I thought you did that with all campers and competitors staying at the second castle?" Yara questioned.

"We do." Hanna's eyes darkened. "But when Otto and I retrieved her file, we found…oddities."

Yara echoed, "'Oddities'?"

"Yes." Hanna crossed her legs, one leg tucked under the other. "At first, everything looked normal and was verified. But Johann told me Orisa's mother was once a Wiccan Healer. Yet when we investigated her mother, she's listed as a Fade."

Yara's blues darkened. "In Wiccanry, we receive our gifts from the Spirits. It's possible her mother committed a Taboo which caused her spiritual guardian to disavow her."

"Is that what you think happened?" Hanna asked.

Yara thought back to Orisa's words.

"She was a Wiccan Healer before I was born, but things happened. She's…not an official Healer anymore. We still help around town since there aren't any other Wiccans, but it's just…complicated."

Yara touched her chin. She mentioned her mother once was a Wiccan Healer, but she's not an official one anymore. That could mean one of two things: her mother was stripped of her powers from her Spirit Guide, or someone dishonorably discharged her as an official Healer. Still… She made a choice. "I think there's more than meets the eye, Your Majesty," she conceded. "I'm unfamiliar with all the practices of western Andüsa and their rites, but tread carefully."

Hanna minutely nodded. "We will. Otto assured me all investigations will be of the utmost discretion." She sensed Yara's hemming and prompted, "Speak freely, Yara, always with me."

"Is this investigation to make sure she's suited for His Highness?"

Hanna blinked before simpering. "No," she negated. "It isn't that at all." She set back her shoulders with a sigh. "According to protocol, we should be having her investigated for that reason of course. As Johann is the only prince, we've had nobles aplenty hoping to present their children to make them official companions or possible interests. We've denied them, but they don't realize we've done so at Johan's request. My son may shy away from the outdoors, but he's as sharp as my husband with profiling. Always the strategist. And he has a good eye for who wants to harm him and our family."

She murmured to Yara, "Don't tell Johann this, but Otto was the one to tell our PR team to make sure media outlets only focus on our daughters. He worked night and day to make sure Johann wouldn't have to feel constantly anxious being mentioned in media."

"That's…" Yara did not know what to say.

Hanna tempered a grin. "Unusual? Perhaps. But Otto would move mountains for our children. As would I. Royal or not, we prioritize our children's comfort. And it doesn't hurt it paints Otto in quite the friendly light. With a power like Chess, he could be a dictator. But he chooses to protect and serve his family and his people. And he has always trusted Johann's judgment."

"Yes, but His Highness can be swayed—"

"And we've taken that into account as well," Hanna assured, cutting in. "But for now, our priority is making sure this young lady is safe. Anything else is an afterthought." She added, "We don't need that sort of royal protocol when she's family."

Yara had nothing to say to that except a resigned smile. "Yes, Your Majesty." Blues sparked. How strange. I've worked with nobility before, but they were sticklers for rules and regulations. And yet, the royal family who is the most susceptible…cares for none of it. They listen to their children. They're even going to this extreme to protect a young woman they've never met. Blues warmed. I hope…Johann and Orisa's relationship is one they can treasure for a lifetime.

KIRI!

Pain splattered in Yara's lower abdomen.

Blues widened. What…?

Someone was screaming.

It was one of those pains that made a person curl into a ball with their hands pressing their lower stomach and they bit their lip to stop their sob of anguish. The knights trained to combat monsters had fallen victim with shocked grunts of pain leaving them crumbling to their knees as they palmed their lower regions. Even the queen had fallen victim as nausea made her pale and she slid off the bench and onto the ground, shaking.

What…? Yara could feel her meal come back up, but she kept it down in vain as that punch to her gut wrecked her inside. What is…this…? Tears pressed into her eyes as her numb confusion traded for a violent need to cry. Pain bit into her lower back and made her keel over even more. I can't… Why does this feel like…?

She fell to the ground as she clutched her stomach, but she saw how sickly the queen became. Through her pain, she reached out to Hanna. "Your…Majesty…" But the twinge to her pelvis had her drop to her side with a groan. She panted as her throat clogged and a few tears slipped. The blurriness of her vision caught one of the mall planters. The flowers happily living inside started curling over. What…?

"Mama!" Hendrika's screaming sounded so distant. "Mama!"

Hendrika… Yara wanted to rasp back, but she could not. My sweetheart… I…

A stave pressed onto the ground. "Yara."

She felt someone turn her head and Heinrich hovered over her. Father…

Heinrich's face pinched. "Stay here," he ordered her. "Johann and I came to help. You'll be fine in a few minutes. Just hold on a little longer."

Yara sucked in a sharp breath when the pain in her gut gnarled and twisted as though punishing her. "It hurts," she hissed in a near cry. "Father, it hurts."

"I know." Heinrich rubbed her back. "It'll be over soon."

Yara closed her eyes as vulnerable shame and pain made her want to weep in his arms. But the attacks battering her insides started lessening. The discordant symphony of emotions—the need to cry, to retch, to hide—faded away note by note until she was no longer tangled in this angered orchestration. The tears on her cheeks felt so juvenile and the pain pressing on her body no longer saw reason to abuse her. It was over. The pain was over.

Heinrich helped her when she tried moving. "You'll still be weak for a while," he told her. "Take it easy."

Yara coughed and saw a few knights, still winded, immediately went to help the queen while others hurried for the secondhand store. "What…?" She jolted when a sniveling Hendrika buried into her chest. "What happened? Who attacked us? And…" It hit her. "Did you say…His Highness is here?"

Heinrich made sure Yara could sit up and was secure with Hendrika before he rose with his Magic Stave. "We'll talk about it later," he told her, terse.

"I…" Yara swallowed her protests. "All right." And she tended to her daughter. "It's all right, my sweetheart. I'm all right. It was just a scare." As she soothed her trembling Hendrika, she found herself stuck with a million questions. What is going on? That pain… It felt like my body was— She stopped herself. No. That's impossible. And Heinrich said he'll explain everything later. But…

She looked into the secondhand store. Why is His Highness here?

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No matter how depressed a person was, the weather did not care.

Yara knew no one could stop Johann when his mind was on something. It was his greatest strength and worst weakness. That was how she ended up standing a distance away as Johann tried in vain to tempt Orisa out of her room in the second castle. The weather was fair, the sun bright, and here she watched a boy hopelessly in love sitting at a closed-door and talking to stone-cold silence. Even Loki looked saddened as he lay beside his master, whining at the door.

It's been like this for the past week now, Yara recalled, heavy. Ever since the incident in the mall, Orisa has barely been showing up for her practice rounds and activities. And Heinrich won't say a word. She looked away when she saw Johann's hands jitter. His Highness has been distraught. If it wasn't for me here, I'd be worried he wasn't taking his medication. I don't know what to do. I can't push her. Legally, she's a foreign guest and I can only instill any authority in a life and death emergency.

She tightened her hands into fists. But I can't stay idle. She closed her eyes. What do I do now?

That was her question for the next few days.

It felt cruel almost that summer flaunted its warmth while Yara endured Johann's buckling anxiety and Orisa's silence. Not even his visiting sisters could pull Johann away from all his attempts to get Orisa to speak to him. Loki, however, proved successful. He had enough and his howling got Orisa to crack her door open. The Fenrir slipped inside with his Tamer left outside.

Yara felt helpless seeing Johann's heart break.

"Why can't you tell me?" She had broken down and finally cornered Heinrich in his office one day. "You know what happened that day and why she's closed herself off. You know she's a possible abused case. What aren't you saying?"

Heinrich had remained calm. "It's not the right time."

The more she pressed, the more Heinrich stayed quiet. She had received her answer, and now she had to live with it.

"Is it me?"

Yara had sat with Johann on yet another warm and bright day with Orisa locked in her room with Loki. Johann looked alarmingly shaken as he sat beside his Healer with his stress ball in hand. "It's me, isn't it?" he had said, rattled. "She thinks I'm creepy. She doesn't want to talk to me anymore. Is it my fault? It's my fault, isn't it—?"

"No." Yara had rubbed Johann's shoulder. "No, Your Highness, it's not your fault."

"Why won't she come out?" Johann had looked at her with such naked desperation that she could not help hugging him to her side. "Wh-What if she wants to go home? What do I do? I don't know what to do. Why wouldn't she talk to me? I-I don't know what to do, Yara. I-I—! I-I—!"

"It's okay." Yara had rubbed Johann's back as he rapidly blinked, hyperventilating. "I know it's hard to control your thoughts right now—I know. But you at least need to breathe in and out so when she comes out, you're right there for her."

"Why can't she come out now?" Johann rasped. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Your Highness, it's…" Yara closed her eyes. "It's just…not the right time yet. Give her a little more time." And all she could do was sit with her broken-hearted prince as they waited for the right time.

Her nights coming home to an empty house with Hendrika at her father's felt empty. Sure, she made herself dinner with some wine, put on the news, and did chores, but all she could recall was Johann's rising anxiety the more Orisa withdrew. Her nightly shower felt like a basic function and by the time she got out, dressed, and in bed, she felt more disheartened and exhausted almost to the same extreme as when Hendrika was born.

I don't know what to do. Yara turned to her side. How can I help her? If her mother truly is a Wiccan, I can't invoke my Right on her, not without a trial. And if her mother is no longer a Healer but still a Wiccan, that'll cause even more entanglement. But still—I'm so worried. What's going on in her head? Does she want to go home? Is she sleeping well?

She turned to her other side with her lashes lowering. Orisa… Please… I just want to help… But her thoughts drifted away from her.

And she was gone.

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Night procrastinated its shift tonight, lazily holding its reins on the sky. The clock blearily showed 03:02 AM as though it, too, was tired and wanted to go to bed. The town had little to show for itself this early in the morn outside the occasional blitzing car and a couple of early morning workers out to walk to the train station.

Yara snuggled into her covers, snoring lightly in her sleep. Perhaps she would regret it later she forwent braiding her hair last night, but at least she had dried it.

Yara… A soft voice prodded her mind. Yara…

Her nose twitched and her brow furrowed.

Yara Sandström!

Her eyes shot open as her body jolted awake. What was—?

Yara, I need you to come to the ward, Heinrich commanded. I've already sent you one of my brooms. Heimdall is outside waiting for you.

She blinked rapidly as she wiped the cobwebs of sleep from her mind. Wait—Heinrich—what's going on? Why are you using Telepathy? And your broom? What's happening?

Heinrich held out for seven beats. It's Orisa, he finally told her with veiled anger. I've just gotten her back. She was…interrogated. And she isn't well. And Johann is inconsolable.

Yara's stomach dropped. Oh no. Alert, she ripped off her covers and went scouring for appropriate clothes. How was she taken? Why is His Highness with her? How bad is it?

I've had to call in Tracer and Karisma.

That shocked Yara and chilled her. It's that bad?

It gets worse. The Prime Minister. And even Heinrich sounded grim. He knows what she is to Johann.

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Forget her Healer's braid; Yara stormed into the ward with her robes messily on her person and ignored the guards as she heard Johann's loud pleas and Loki's distraught whining.

"Please, just let me see her!" Johann begged. "I just need to see her! This was all my fault!"

A feminine voice soothed, "Your Highness—it would be wise for you to stay outside—"

"Yara!"

She stumbled when Johann seized her when she was two steps into the hall. She caught his wet cheeks, but it was more notable he still possessed his clothes from yesterday. "Yara, they won't let me see her," he cried. "Please—I-I just need to talk to her—!"

"Slow down," Yara soothed. "Let me understand the situation first, Your Highness, and we'll see about talking to her." She looked into the hall to see someone she had not seen in person for quite some time. "Headmistress Chopra—"

"Yara." Karisma Chopra moved her wheelchair towards the duo. She had come in a batik dress with her hair wrapped in a scarf. "It's good to see you again. Though not under the current circumstances." Her smile fell. "Tracer is inside with the patient. I have volunteered to stay with His Highness, but he's a tad distressed."

"Because you won't let me see her!"

"Johann." Yara turned the prince's attention to her. "I know right now you feel out of control. Remember what we worked on in therapy, where your thoughts feel like an ocean and you feel like you're drowning. Well, right now, Headmistress Chopra is offering you a life vest. She's going to help you float in that ocean, but you need to let her."

"I just need to see her, "Johann wheezed. "I-It's all my fault—!"

"I know you need to see her," Yara told in him dulcet tones. "But the sooner we settle down with my friend, the sooner you'll be able to see Orisa. Where's Loki?"

"He's with Orisa," Johann croaked. "She needs him more."

Yara sighed. "But he is your guide dog, remember? He helps you float when you feel like you're drowning." She frowned when Johann looked at the ground. "Your Highness? What's the matter?"

When Johann did not speak, Karisma intervened. "I think it's about time we had an honest conversation. Yara, is there anywhere we could go where we're…undisturbed?" She lifted her chin. "It would seem we have a guest in the ward."

Yara caught on. That must be why I didn't see Heinrich. He's with the Prime Minister. She jerked a nod. "Yes. Let's step into my office."

"Lead the way."

And so she did.

The office space was big enough for the three of them, but Karisma needed only to think and the blinds snapped shut from prying eyes. Johann took a seat, still twitchy and silent, but neither woman forced him into speaking. They would let the quiet coax his words out of him.

It worked when Johann haltingly confessed, "She's…Loki's Partner."

Karisma maintained a calm mask, but Yara could not hide her astonishment. She's his Partner? She had to check. "Are you sure? But I thought—"

"He's still my Partner. I can feel the Tamer bond still," Johann set straight. "But…I can tell." He looked up at Yara with only the truth in his eyes. "She's his Partner too. I don't know why or how, but I just…know."

Yara had so much to say, but now was not the time to press him. She turned to Karisma. "Is that possible?"

"Tamers and Partners are a tricky affair," Karisma said musingly. "Establishing a Partnership is one thing. I've heard of a case where a set of twin Tamers shared a Partner, but I'd have to look into it more. For now, however, I believe it."

"I do as well," Yara quickly concurred. It makes sense now, why Loki clung to Orisa. He must've been waiting for their Partnership to be accepted on her end. But still… She dispelled the rabbit hole of questions. "Your Highness—Johann," she amended when the prince flinched. "I understand tonight has been a little more than upsetting. But if you could explain things, perhaps we could see if Orisa would like to speak to you."

Johann took a deep breath. Several, really. And then he talked. "I-I couldn't sleep. I know my therapist gave me exercises to do, but I just… I couldn't sleep. I was so worried about her. And I know Loki missed her too. So I…" He swallowed. "Well, we…snuck into the second castle to see her. But she finally let us both in." Brown-grays glistened. "I know she's been stressed about things from her home. She told me what was going on and I wanted to help. I-I didn't mean to take it that far, but…" His mouth worked, but red burned his cheeks.

Karisma softly prodded. "Your Highness."

"W-We…" Johann looked at his lap. "We…had sex. We had sex." He braced himself for a reprimand.

Yara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Did you use protection?"

Johann's silence was enough.

Yara opened her eyes and shared a look with Karisma. Now isn't the time. She pressed forward, "What happened next?"

Johann swallowed again, leg bouncing. "She started crying after we did it. I-I didn't mean to—" He licked his lips. "It was dark—wee had the lights off—so I put on the lights, and I saw…" He paled. "She had marks on her body and…"

"We don't need to know that," Karisma kindly cut in. "It's all right. I'm sure this would be something Orisa should tell herself."

Johann jerkily nodded. "Okay." He licked his lips again. "We…did it again. I-I just…wanted her to know I thought she was beautiful. And I told her I love her. But then…" His shoulders shook. "The knights banged on the door." His bottom lip trembled. "I-It's my fault," he choked. "I didn't tell anyone where I was going. They took her away. They said they had to take her away. Th-They wouldn't listen to me—" He heaved a breath. "Not even Mother or Father could stop them. They just took her away a-a-and—Hnngh!"

He looked at Yara with angry tears in his eyes. "Can't I just see her? I need to tell her I'm sorry. This was my fault a-a-and I—!" But he bowed his head as he gritted back his sniffles.

Yara had to rub her temples. This is a mess. But one thing is at least for certain. "Johann." She rounded her desk to sit by his side. "None of this was your fault."

Johann sniffed. "But—!"

"I know that's what you think," Yara said. "I know. But you aren't to blame for this. Your thoughts might say so and it'll be hard to believe it. But you aren't." No. Hatred pierced her. I know exactly who is responsible.

KONKONKON!

Yara frowned. "Come in."

The door opened. "Why, if it isn't Healer Sandström." Göran smiled from the doorway. "We were all hoping you'd visit."

She could not leash back her rage, not now. Rising to her feet, she growled, "How dare you interrogate that poor girl without any grounds—!"

"W-W-Wait!" Johann stopped Yara's wrath in its tracks. "Yara, Uncle Göran didn't call for the interrogation. He helped me save Orisa."

That unraveled Yara's heated anger for bewilderment. "What?"

"Why, he's telling the truth," Göran confirmed. He shook his head woefully. "This was my blunder. One of my staff learned about Orias being there on the day Her Majesty and the princesses were attacked and used my name to strike an internal investigation. The very second I heard of this, I put an end to it." He came over to clap Johann's shoulder. "His Highness' partner shouldn't be treated like some common criminal. And I've already suspended my staff member and all those involved in such a barbaric questioning. My deepest apologies, Your Highness, for the trauma I've put you through."

"It's all right, Uncle," Johann said with a weak smile. "If it wasn't for you, Orisa would've been held there against her will. So thank you for rescuing her."

Göran patted Johann's shoulder. "Of course, Your Highness, why of course. And it would seem Mister Tracer is finished with his conversation with Orisa. I'm sure she's ready to see you."

Johann looked like he wanted to leap at the chance, but he held back. "But…" He looked at Yara for guidance. "What do I say to her? Does she want to talk to me? What if she hates me? What if she wants to go home? Wh-What if she—?"

"Your Highness." Karisma had cut in, but she did it with a smile. "Why not let her talk first? And you can join in once she's ready?"

Johann nodded at the sage advice. "Okay. Okay, I can do that." He got up and left the room without a backward glance.

Karisma glanced between the Prime Minister and the Healer. "Since Tracer is finished with the patient, I'll have a consultation with him." She bowed her head. "If you'll excuse me." And she moved her wheelchair out of the office.

Göran closed the door with a chuckle. "Such an eager young boy. It's good to see him so motivated and about his future queen no less."

"She would be a princess," Yara said carefully. "As you know, Her Highness Princess Elsa will become king and will have her prince consort."

Göran made himself comfortable in the seat Johann had occupied. "Why, of course," he easily agreed. "However, as you and I are both aware, His Highness does have the royal power of Chess. And until we have reached an agreement with the Holy Eye Enchanters, he is the true ruler of Bellum." His eyes glinted. "If a bit misguided. But never fear. I believe I've sent him on…the right path."

"Okay, I've had enough dancing around," Yara gritted. "What is it you have against me, Mister Bildt?"

"Why… Nothing." Göran kept up his innocence. "You are His Highness' trusted Healer, Healer Sandström. Without you, he would still be that quiet boy hidden in his room. You've given him the courage he's needed to leave his room—even actively pursue his future queen."

"They are children, Prime Minister," Yara reminded tightly.

"They are young adults who have consummated their relationship, Healer Sandström." He cocked his head. "I would think a Healer would acknowledge that much."

Yara could not take it anymore. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Why did you have her interrogate?"

"Why… Those are quite bold accusations against a Prime Minister, Healer Sandström," Göran tutted. "I thought we had more trust in that? Both of us have his best interests in mind. Both of us have cared for him since he was a child. He has become an accomplished young man. He has all the makings of a fine king, but there always came one, little concern." He leaned forward. "He would still need a queen."

Yara knew her heart was racing as her body flamed with ire, but she could not afford bold accusations. "What have you done, Prime Minister?"

"It's only natural a partner of one of the royals be investigated," Göran said. "But as I said, I only showed His Highness the correct path, the path that gives him everything he desires."

"But you—!"

"Oh! Why, would you look at the time?" Göran rose to full height. "I need to return home to prepare for an early morning meeting." He went to turn before he stopped. "Oh, yes. I'm sure you're curious about what our investigation found." That twinkle in his eye could make anyone's stomach knot. "Heinrich should be able to…enlighten. And Healer Sandström—try not to wear white. It brings bad luck."

And he left the office with Heinrich lying in wait.

Yara put her head in her hands as Heinrich came in. "What is going on?" she breathed. "Heinrich—" She shook her head before looking up at her mentor. "Why are Tracer and Karisma here? What's happening? Interrogation? Heinrich, the girl is fifteen years old! And then His Highness admitted to unprotected sex twice—! I just—!"

"Yara." Heinrich came before her desk. "Breathe."

She did as she was instructed. "I'm sorry. I'm just…so confused, and I feel out of my depth here, Heinrich."

"You're about to feel more of that."

Yara stared when a thick file appeared on her desk. Dread clutched her. "What's this?"

"That is the file on Orisa." For all the times Heinrich looked untouchable, the haunted look in his sunken eyes could not be more prominent. "I suggest you read it when you are in a better mindset."

Yara wanted nothing to do with it and everything to do with it. "Is it that bad?"

Heinrich took a heavy breath as he clutched his stave. "That girl could be the hope for people all over the world. She…" He shook his head. "I thought they had all died, but she survived."

"Heinrich, you're scaring me," Yara confessed, paling.

"She is the hope in Pandora's box. His Highness was right. She's beautifully cursed." Henrich could not look any sadder. "And she's going to be killed for it."

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KONKONKON!

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Yara could not even drum up a warm smile when she peeked into the patient room. Someone gifted Orisa a ward gown for all her troubles. Johann and Loki crammed onto the bed with her, but the wash of light made Orisa quickly wake up and back away—

"It's okay," Johann soothed her. "O dara, Orisa, o dara."

Yara blinked as Orisa breathed easier as Johann kept repeating the phrase. Is he speaking her language? She was considerably slower in coming inside and closing the door. "It's just me, Yara," she assured. "I'm sorry to come in. I just wanted to see if you were doing all right—"

Blues widened. Her eyes…

Orisa hesitated to say anything, but she said, voice small, "I'm fine. Thank you."

Yara's heart cracked. "I know tonight hasn't been…easy for you, as big as an understatement as that is, but if you're all right with it, could I ask you a few questions?" She glanced at Johann. "And if you feel more comfortable with His Highness here, he can stay, but… If you're comfortable with us alone, it can be us alone."

Orisa weighed her options, but it was clear she felt guilty as she said, "W-We could talk if Loki stays. If that's okay." She turned to Johann. "I-I'm sorry—"

"It's okay." Johann dropped a kiss on her lips. "I can wait outside. Loki can stay here. You need him more than me right now." He scooted out of the patient's bed and rubbed Loki's snout before shuffling out of the room.

Yara took that as her cue she could sit on the recliner they had for patient sitters and visitors. "Orisa." She tucked back her hair. "I know, again, this has been a traumatic night for you. And I am so, so sorry you had to endure this alone. I'm sure this entire experience has made you want to go home—"

"No." Orisa stroked Loki's head. "It's okay. I understand. Johann's a"—she forced out the next word—"prince. It's okay."

"It's not okay," Yara insisted. "What happened to you shouldn't have happened at all, but we don't have to talk about it. I'm sure you've spoken enough to Tracer and Karisma. They're good friends of mine. Karisma used to be my headmistress when I was younger."

Orisa frowned. "But she looks so young."

Yara chuckled. "I know. And she won't tell me the secret to her beauty." She hated to bring about tender subjects, but her duty was bound to her through the Creed. "Orisa—" How would she put this? "I won't go into any details. And we don't have to speak about how it happened. That's between you and Johann. But…are you protected from things that may have happened last night?"

Orisa tensed. "My mother taught me how to protect myself. I'm okay. But I took the morning after potion."

"Okay." Yara could breathe a little easier. "And I know this may sound insensitive, but… His Highness… You wanted what happened as well?" Because as much as I want to believe this was consensual…if he pushed her… She locked her jaw. I'll have no choice but to—

"N-No! It wasn't like that!"

Orisa snapped up her head—

Blues connected with eyes that gradient of a sunsetting sky and pupils that looked like golden suns.

"H-He's not like that!" Orisa insisted. "Johann's not like that at all! H-He's really kind and nice and he asked me first, I promise! H-He's not like the others—!"

She snapped her mouth shut.

It was too late.

'Others'? Yara clenched her robes as Orisa's eyes watered. What has this girl been through? She took a beat to say anything; she needed to stay composed. "All right. I won't ask any more questions about it," she vowed. Why did her heart crack more seeing how visibly relieved Orisa was? "Do you feel any tenderness? Any bleeding? Any burning?"

"I'm clean." Orisa's tone came off distant, light, removed. "And it's okay. I'm not hurt." She looked at Loki. "It didn't hurt this time." Her smile looked breakable. "Johann's really kind and gentle. It didn't hurt with him."

Yara had to clamp her mouth shut before she blurted, But it matters you were hurt before. She had to keep pushing through her questions. "Okay. In light of these events, would you like us to call your guardian or mother—?"

"No, please don't!" Orisa pleaded. "If my mother found out, she'd be worried. I'm fine, I promise. This was nothing. I understand." She tried to get out of bed. "I-I can go back to my room now—"

Yara spurred into action when Orisa's legs gave out and she went to catch her. "Orisa—!"

Blues widened. Oh my gods…

Scars.

Whipped scars.

Their bumpy claws sank across Orisa's mid-back, few in number, but the fact that there was a number at all…

"No, don't look!" Orisa scrambled out of Yara to cover her back, trembling. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I-I—!" She hiccupped when she could not keep back the tears anymore. "I'm s-s-sorry—"

Yara simply hugged her.

One beat.

Two beats.

Orisa fell apart.

So Yara held her.

Loki whined as he came onto the floor and lay near his second Tamer with grieving eyes.

For all her years of being trained as a Healer under Heinrich, Yara remembered in the face of disaster, she had to maintain professionalism and decorum. But as she held Orisa while she shook and sobbed, she could tell she was shaking just as badly.

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The morning came.

Not a word passed between Heinrich and Yara as they walked down the hall together.

How callous of the sun to beam so brightly, like it wanted to erase all the bad from last night with its happy rays. How could anyone be happy after a night like last night?

Heinrich spoke first, voice low. "I take it you read the file?"

Yara looked to the side. "Yes."

They kept walking.

"Karisma has tried appealing to the Magic Council," Heinrich told her. "She has a meeting with the Lord Magic-Speaker this afternoon. But…the odds aren't great. Orisa's mother and biological father have gone to great lengths to conceal any trace of her power. Because of that, she won't immediately qualify for protection under the LAPP. And because she is from Mangan, her situation is not within our jurisdiction."

Yara's fists squeezed. All the rage she wanted to feel fell to numbness. "So… There's nothing we can do for her, is there?"

A beat.

"No." Heinrich clenched his stave. "There isn't."

"I see."

And they kept walking.

Their destination drew up to enormous doors—the audience room, the throne room. Guards in their checkered uniforms stood tall, and Yara prepared herself for the routine sigil check before entering, but Heinrich pulled her back. That snapped her out of this absent haze. "What are you—?"

"You have always been the greatest Healer I could have trained," Heinrich suddenly told her. "And you have been like a daughter to me, Yara, with your daughter being like my own granddaughter. There's little else I can teach you." He searched her eyes. "You will always be the daughter I wished I had."

"H-Heinrich?" Yara rapidly blinked as she tried to process this. "Wh-What are you saying? What's going on? Are you sick?"

"No." Heinrich let her go. "I have too much work to do to get sick. But I needed you to know that you are my greatest accomplishment and a greater Healer." He strode for the door.

"Heinrich—!" Yara stopped herself when he slightly shook his head. Swallowing her words, she followed him. Why did he…? What's happening? She felt the spells work over her and verify her identity. What's going on? Why would he say all of that?

The doors opened and someone announced their arrival. "Entering Healers Sandström and Linderhof!"

Both Healers entered the throne room, but they were not alone. The royal family had come, dressed in their traditional uniforms and the princess' had their hair fashioned in the royal braids. But while Yara expected the House of Nietzsche to be here, the other guests perplexed her. Who are…?

"Healer Sandström, Healer Linderhof—welcome," Otto gravely greeted. "We have invited you to this meeting as it pertains to the next king's succession. The Prime Minister has finally brokered negotiations with the Holy Eye and would like to introduce us to the Enchanter who will perform the transfer." He nodded to Göran. "Minister Bildt—you have the floor. Introduce us to our guests."

Göran bowed. "It would be an honor, Your Majesty." He stepped aside. "Your Majesties, Your Highnesses, Healers—I present to you Archbishop and interim Primate Jonathon Chrysostom of the Holy Eye."

"Father John is fine." The archbishop looked the part except for the fact that his head was in his hands and his neck wafted strange black energy. For as disturbing as he looked, he carried a babyface and pleasant smile. "I understand my appearance can be disconcerting, but I am a Dullahan. Unfortunately for me, my head and neck will never meet again. But I am humbled to be in the presence of the royal family and show my gratitude to be in this hallowed castle."

As the royal family and Healers took their bows, Hanna said, "We are the ones who are most grateful the Holy Eye has listened to our petition."

"Yes. About the power transfer." Father John looked at Elsa and Johann. "Bloodline Arts are quite difficult for Enchantment. However, Minister Bildt has made it apparent to the church this power transfer is consensual and politically necessary. Do you have anything further to add to this petition?"

Elsa stepped forward. "Father, we thank you for involving yourself in our affairs. We understand the Holy Eye is of no obligation to the crown. Like Healers, the Church serves a higher power, which we fully acknowledge. That is why it is our utmost privilege and honor for this petition to be granted. And the house of Nietzsche will never forget this."

Father John's smile widened. "No need for such gratitude. By Mother's grace, She wishes for all Her children to find content in their lives. And if Her children have a dream that requires the Holy Eye's assistance, it is my honor to fulfill it. Now." His body took a step back and a Holy Knight offered a pillow for him to rest his head. "I was told the power transfer wanted to be done immediately. Shall we proceed? If we could move to a—"

"Wait, Father John."

Yara blinked when Johann stepped forward. Your Highness?

"I have a petition to make." Johann looked at his parents. "And to King Father and Queen Mother as well. Please forgive my interruption."

The king and queen shared a glance before the king nodded. "Speak, Prince Johann."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Johann's shoulder cape fluttered as he knelt before his parents' thrones and bowed his head. "As of recent events, I've had much to think over. About my future…and someone very important to me. I recognize I can't stay in my room and be idle any longer. For once, I need to use the power you have given me. And I ask your permission for it now." He lifted his head. "I ask you for your blessing so I may marry Orisa so she may be a legal Bellish citizen and under the house of Nietzsche's protection. And I petition for Father John to officiate our marriage as soon as possible."

Yara's heart leaped into her throat. Your Highness? What have you—? She moved forward, but Heinrich grabbed her elbow with a shake of his head. Heinrich—

"I see." Otto lifted his chin. "Father John? I understand the Holy Eye does not officiate marriages without certain criteria met."

Father John chuckled. "That is correct, Your Majesty." He looked at the prince. "Your Highness, marriage is not for the faint of heart or something to do on a whim. And while I have received your petition, I will need your fiancée's consent."

"I understand, Father." Johann turned to face the Bellish Archbishop. "But will you officiate with it?"

"There is still a matter of blood testing—"

"I can provide the panels from both Johann and Orisa's recent testing."

Yara looked at her mentor in dismay, even as he did not look at her. Heinrich!

"Well then." Father John's body clasped its hands while his eyes twinkled. "With the bride-to-be's consent and if the blood panels confirm no illnesses or blood relations, I have no reason to deny such a petition. I will officiate."

"Why, how wonderful." Göran clapped his hands. "I will work with the secretaries to make all the necessary arrangements and will have the marriage certificate ready effective immediately." He turned his smile to Yara.

All her confusion morphed to bottomed out disbelief. He didn't…

"And please remember, no one should war white." His smile widened. "It would be bad luck for the bride."

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BRRRRRR!

Gale opened his eyes and did not know what he was seeing.

Strings.

All he saw were strings.

They each glowed one color of the rainbow, crossing and knotting each other like yarn balls had been tossed about. Some strings frayed and broke off, dissolving indefinitely, but then a new string would branch off its parent. Where death happened, birth began. Where birth happened, death began. The vicious cycle of life and death.

He was falling.

He fell through the strings and bursts of images crammed into his mind. He lived through a vicious kidnapping with his taker glaring at him with murderous red-hazel eyes and iron claws. Another image showed a little girl with familiar steely gray eyes so empty as a man with dreadlocks kissed her chest. A strange life blindsided him as this person fought against two strange entities, one hounded in silver butterflies and the other with right red lips. But then the images melted one into the other until he could not remove himself. He was a helpless being forced to be mere sexual relief for a wrathful man with orange eyes. Now he was a mere baby, reaching for his father who had horns and a strange tattoo on his face. He was a Dragon, nuzzling his little Female. No. He was a mourning elf hovering over the grave of a Heartfilia. No, he was—he was—he was—!

BRRRRRR!

Fur brushed against him before whisking away.

He was in a Room.

White floors.

White walls.

White ceiling.

No doors.

And he was not alone.

A man holed himself in the corner of this Room with mangled black hair curtaining down his back. But tan skin mixed with splotched, black scales. Scars bumped and razed his flesh, all undeservedly earned, all that would never be healed or concealed.

And this man knew he was not alone.

He unraveled himself to show he was stranded in this Room naked. But for all the abuse his body endured, he had grown strong and muscled. An egregious collar choked his neck to show he was a mere pet for a master. His abdomen had a scar.

A familiar scar.

The young man turned around—

Rubies met gold.

Gale did not know if he was shocked. He could not speak. All he could do was stare at this man—this creature—with scars and scales mauling his skin and those gold eyes that looked not human. No. They looked draconic.

The young man opened his mouth to show his fangs, but he pushed out a word.

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"Brother."

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Starry Sky nemurenai yoru nee aitai yo aitai yo

Kirameita ittousei osaekirenai kimi e no omoi wo

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Gyutto dakishimete mou hanasanaide

"aishiteru" dake ga zutto kagayaki tsuzukeru

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It took a lot more work to live off the grid than a person would think.

Managing independent electricity, water, plumbing, food, housing—does that not sound more harrowing presumed? And unless construction work and motivation were lifeblood in their veins, all their dreams of living off the grid would die in about three months.

Back in his day, people had much more motivation.

"And you're certain you have everything you need?"

"What do you take me for, an invalid? Back in my day, children didn't question their elders." His stave moved across his dome house. "Insolent boy. If I say I'm ready, then I'm ready."

A chuckle. "All right, old-timer, I hear you. I just want to be sure." The laughter quieted. "You have three days left."

"I know that." He stopped before the large window that overlooked the woodland area he had gotten used to calling home. "I've waited nearly fifteen years. I can wait a measly three days." He tightened his hold on his stave. "Three days until I can make amends. Three days until I see the pain I caused."

"Don't give yourself too much credit, old-timer," came stern chastisement. "If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have given birth to her son."

He sighed. "But if it wasn't for my part to play, perhaps she would've been safer." He pushed up his spectacles. "But there is no point in dwelling in the past. Back in my day, we looked to the future."

"And what does the future look like to you now, old-timer?"

He put a knotted fist behind his back. "I'm not Roamer. And I'd rather not bring myself bad luck. Let's just get through these three days. I'll tell you what my future looks like once all is said and done." He listened to a beat of background noise and a ping. "What are you doing over there?"

"Trying to plan a date to make it up to my lady, old-timer." An audible sheepish grin. "I've been a bit negligent on our vacation helping all of you out. But it's time I romance my woman."

He grumbled, "Back in my day, a man your age would be married if he were with a lady for so long. Don't keep her waiting too long."

"I'm working on it." A pout. "Cut me some slack, old-timer. I thought you wanted my help?"

He snorted. "I did. It's not my fault you have a bad habit of voicing your overzealous affections for your fiancée." He adjusted his stave. "Go on. I have everything I need here."

"All right. Later, old-timer."

The call ended.

He sighed. It's been nearly fifteen years. His fist unfurled to touch the window. Johann, Orisa, Yara—forgive this old Healer for not being able to save you. He looked at his eyes in the reflection, those black eyes with glowing white pupils. But…at least we could save His Highness, right—his hand tightened—Loki?

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Yara Sandström –

Heinrich Lindenhof –

Johann Nietzsche -

Göran Bildt -

Otto Nietzsche II -

Elsa Nietzsche -

Dan Cummings -

Orisa -

Hanna Nietzsche -

Svenja Nietzsche -

Bernadette Nietzsche -

Giselle Nietzsche -

Anya Nietzsche -

Karisma Chopra -

John Chrysostom -

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Additional Voices

Opening Narrator – Mary McGlynn

Description Narrator – Mary McGlynn

Closing Narrator – Melissa Fahn

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⌜OPENING SONG

⟪ SAYONARA DILEMMA ⟫

Vivid undress

Lyrics by

yu-ya⌟

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⌜INSERT SONG

⟪ My Darling ⟫

seven oops

Lyrics by

Michiru Hoshino, Nanae⌟

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⌜ENDING SONG

⟪ Starry ⟫

ClariS

Lyrics by

丸山真由子⌟

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THE KING: PART II

THE WIFE

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Chibi-Luna raises her hand. "Good day, class!"

"Good day, Teacher!" her students chorus. "What's our Fairy Lesson for the day?"

"Today's Fairy Lesson is…"—Chibi-Luna clicks on her PowerPoint presentation to show a portrait of people signing a document—"the Cessant Agreement!"

She clicks to the next slide that shows an overview of important articles. "The Cessant Agreement is an international agreement made during Andüsa's War of eighty-four. The War of Eighty-Four was a tragic event across Andüsa and into Alakitasia that involved nations from all over pulling support. However, the Cessant Agreement came into play when many Healers from many countries were killed in the crossfire. However, Healers have their Creed and Rites that abstain them from politics and they are obligated to heal be in friend or foe on the battlefield."

She clicks on a new slide to show ten profile portraits. "The Cessant Agreement gathered countless Healers and world leaders. All ten continents settled on a humanitarian agreement so that all Healers and nonmagical medical personnel were not to be actively harmed during war or it would be considered a war crime. However, Healers were also removed from politics, both in and out of the Council to make them true neutral parties."

PINPON!

"That's the bell!" She clicks off her slideshow. "And now a word from the author!"

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My apologies for the belated updates on everything. 12-hour shifts + summer semester + fibroids + depressive episodes = lack of motivation.

Additional Episode Notes: This episode is from Yara's point of view in the third person, an overview of memories she's showing Gale. The next chapter is not a flashback, but it does detail some of Orisa/Inayah's perspective on things. Mangan would be like Nigeria in real life. I hope Orisa's name was a hint about her God Parent. I loved Yara having to survive an eccentric royal family who always goes from a calm 0 to 100 without flinching, but the family had to die. No voice actors since I didn't have the time to comb through potential voices.

Just like in real life, each country and even dialect has a different name for a nonmagical person in the wizarding society. For example:

Minstrish nonmagical folk = Prose

Melandian nonmagical folk = Artless

Bellish nonmagical folk = Fade (German word for Bland, pronounced like "feet")

Hisinnish and Valchestrian nonmagical folk = Soso/a or Nada (Nada is more derogatory)

Update Notes: AO3 FA has been updated to Episode 008, but FFN FA is now on revised Episode 009. I'm editing The Disappearance of Igneel Dragneel. Hopefully, I'll have the energy to finish editing so I can complete the story.

Thank you for your support.

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Chibi-Luna waves. "That's it for today! See you in the next episode!"