AUTHOR'S NOTE: An alternate universe where a couple of dead characters are still alive, where Guy is promoted to a God-General and Natalia lives her life as Meryl!

Yes, the original Princess Natalia is alive, so is Mary Cecil (so no gynophobia for Guy, I guess?). And I can definitely say this has been inspired by a couple of fan arts I've come across over the years, and it has been years since I wanted to write for Tales of the Abyss! (Would love to link it here when I find it!)

(Forgiveth me for writing them out of character, it has been literally 10 years since I first watched the anime.)


The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the sprawling gardens of the House Fabre's estate. The rhythmic clanging of swords in the training yard rang in the air where Luke was engaged in a spirited bout with his mentor.

"Remember, Luke, a swift parry and a well-timed strike." Guy coached, his voice a steady guide against the clatter of swords.

"I know, I know." Luke nodded; his eyes focused on blocking Guy's attacks.

In an effortless manner, Guy managed to fend off the majority of Luke's hits with only one of his arms. "It's getting late, Luke. Shouldn't you be in your studies by now?"

"Not until Natalia gets here!" he exclaimed, refusing to return to his figurative prison. "She promised she'd teach me something."

The dance of blades continued, the mentor and the young noble locked in a final exchange as the princess's carriage drew nearer. As the last clash of steel echoed through the air, Luke turned toward the sound of an approaching carriage, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

In the distance, the gentle clip-clop of hooves on cobblestone announced the carriage that Luke was all too familiar with. Luke paused in his practice, and the boy's face lit up with a contagious smile.

"She's here! She's here!" Luke exclaimed, a childlike excitement bubbling in his voice. Guy, wiping sweat from his brow, grinned at the infectious enthusiasm of his young charge.

With sun-kissed hair and a determined gleam in his hazel eyes, Luke immediately sheathed his sword and rushed to greet the frail princess.

Wisps of clouds painted against the setting sky when Luke had reached the wrought-iron gate that guarded the entrance where roses adorned the trellises. Luke, however, found himself greeted not by the smile of his beloved cousin Natalia but by her handmaiden, Meryl.

"Master Luke, I am sorry, but…" Meryl spoke gently, noticing the worry etched on the young Lord's face. "Princess Natalia is unwell and couldn't make the trip. She sends her deepest apologies and these letters to you." Meryl handed over a bundle of parchment tied with a ribbon, each page that contained the delicate fragrance of Natalia's favorite roses.

Luke's brow furrowed in concern. "But she said she was fine just a week ago. Is she alright? What happened?"

"A fever has taken hold of her, but she insists it's nothing to worry about," Meryl explained gently, sensing Luke's turmoil. Her eyes reflected the concern etched on Luke's face. "She will be with us and hopes to recover soon."

As Luke unfurled the first letter, his heart sank and soared simultaneously, his fingers traced the delicate handwriting and inked drawings of his request from the last time she had visited the manor. "I... I hope she gets well soon. She promised me she'd teach me to draw."

It was really not the same without her there. To Luke, the grandeur of the halls seemed to lose its luster without the princess's gentle laughter and warmth, despite her frailty and health. To Meryl, the princess's kindness was all she had ever known.

"Oh, it's Meryl, the bearer of news! What secrets from the palace have you brought us today?" Guy teased, merely a few paces behind Luke. He seemed eager to see her face. This earned him a soft chuckle from the young handmaiden.

"The kind that can wait until dinner, Master Guy." Meryl replied with a sly smile, glancing at the swordsman before joining their short walk towards the manor.

The evening sun cast a warm, golden glow over the sprawling estate as the Duke Crimson, with a wide smile, welcomed King Ingobert at the entrance of the grand House of Fabre. The towering oak doors creaked open, revealing the Duchess Suzanne adorned in elegant attire, standing in the lavish foyer, ready to greet their esteemed guests.

"Uncle, it's been far too long," Luke dipped in for a bow, having remembered common courtesy when Guy elbowed him, and then embraced the older man. "We're honored to have you here."

Ingobert smiled warmly, patting his nephew's shoulder. "Ah, Luke, I wish Natalia could be with us today."

"So do I, uncle."

As the family exchanged pleasantries, Meryl lingered in the background. Her eyes met Luke's, and a shared understanding passed between them. "Meryl, dear, join us for dinner. You're part of the family tonight." the king commanded.

With a grateful nod, Meryl joined the gathering. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement and nervousness in her stomach. The Duke, noticing her hesitancy, offered his arm. "Meryl, you'll sit with Luke and Guy. It's only right." he said, asking Luke to guide her toward the long dining table.

Guy rose from his seat with a courteous nod as they approached. Dressed in a finely crafted suit, he exuded an air of quiet strength. Meryl curtsied gracefully, her eyes briefly meeting Guy's intense gaze. "Meryl, I trust you've been well?" Guy inquired with a genuine smile, pulling out a chair for her.

"Indeed, Master Guy. The gardens have flourished under my care," Meryl replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "And you?"

"Never been better," beneath the surface of his smile that Guy wore like a sunlit mask, there lingered a shadow, carrying an undertone—an almost imperceptible weight that tugged at the corners of his expressions. "But enough about me."

It was as if his cheerful words were carefully chosen petals concealing a thorny stem of discontent. The lightness of his banter danced like fireflies on a summer evening, but there was an unspoken heaviness that hung in the pauses between syllables.

As the first course arrived, a parade of silver-domed platters were carried by the attentive housemaids. A chance to change the topic and tone of the conversation again. "I hear they say you can split an arrow with another arrow at fifty paces."

Meryl blushed modestly, a humble smile playing on her lips as her platter was served. "The tales may exaggerate a bit, but I do practice regularly. It's a skill my father insisted I learn for self-defense."

"Wise choice. A steady hand with a bow can be just as deadly as a swift sword." Guy patted his sheathed blade by his hip. As the evening unfolded, Guy and Meryl continued to share stories—of battles fought and won, of arrows that found their mark in the middle of a forest clearing.

They indulged themselves in another helping of roasted pork and ate at the table adorned with exquisite silverware, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Guy, usually reserved around Luke and the others, found himself engaged in light banter with Meryl. The clinking of cutlery and soft laughter resonated in the ornate dining hall.

"So, any more adventures in the manor gardens lately?" Guy asked, a playful glint in his eye. "How has life in the palace treated you?"

Meryl returned the smile, her emerald eyes lighting up. "Well enough, Master Guy. I find purpose and joy in my duties."

Guy's gaze softened, and the sincerity in his gaze spoke volumes. "Lucky you, then."

Guy savored the tales spun by Meryl, the cadence of her voice like a melody that carried him to lands far beyond the confines of the manor, past the Kimlascan seas. Yet, in the middle of their conversation, a subtle curiosity lingered in his sapphire eyes.

"Meryl," Guy inquired, his tone gentle but brimming with genuine interest, "I've heard rumors of your scholarship recommendations and endeavors."

Meryl's cheeks flushed at the mention of it. "Ah, you have keen ears, Sir Guy. I've been given the opportunity to pursue studies in the city, a chance granted by the generosity of Princess Natalia herself."

Guy nodded approvingly, his admiration evident. "Your dedication to learning is commendable. What field of study has captured your heart?"

There was a momentary pause as Meryl was caught off guard by his question. "What path do you envision, then? Becoming a politician, perhaps?"

Meryl's gaze wandered for a moment, as if contemplating the vast possibilities that stretched beyond the manor walls. "I've been considering what might allow me to make a difference, however, I am torn between pursuing a career in politics or working directly toward enacting change in the lives of the common people."

Guy smiled softly, appreciating the weight of her decision. "Two noble paths, indeed. Politics can be a challenging arena, but with your wit and wisdom, I have no doubt you would thrive. And as for direct action, the world always needs those with a compassionate soul."

"I've witnessed the struggles of those without a voice, the overlooked and the unheard. I want to be a catalyst for change, so I could bridge the gap between the privileged and the forgotten." Then perhaps, by participating in politics, Meryl can advocate for policies that uplift the marginalized. Or, on the ground, working in communities to bring about tangible change.

"Truly a noble cause. Your heart is in the right place, but," with raised eyebrows, Guy was impressed by the depth of Meryl's vision, however, the path that lay ahead for people with no political background was an even harder feat. "Do you not fear the treacherous waters of politics? It's a world filled with intrigue and deception."

"Fear, yes. But we should not let fear dictate our choices."

"A true idealist, I see," Guy can't help but smile again. "And the scholarship recommendations?"

A subtle mix of nervousness and a hint of vulnerability was visible in Meryl's demeanor, but she answered with confidence, nonetheless. "I've been blessed with the support of King Ingobert. They've written letters on my behalf, expressing their confidence in my potential."

An encouraging smile crossed Guy's lip. "You are remarkable, Meryl. To seek knowledge not for yourself, but to extend a hand to those less fortunate, is a rare and beautiful purpose."

With gratitude shining in her hazel eyes, Meryl nodded. "Thank you, Master Guy. I hope we can make a difference in this world."

For the longest time, Meryl felt she was heard. Guy's ocean blue eyes, like perceptive guides, lingered on the nuances of her expressions, decoding the unspoken language that danced in the subtleties.

For the first time, she felt like her presence was not merely acknowledged; it was good to be seen.

"I'll see to it that I'll be there with you when we do."


Weary from her hours upon hours of travel, Meryl made her way back to the softly lit chamber, where the sickly princess reclined on a bed adorned with delicate silks and pillows, her pallor a stark contrast to the vibrant colors that surrounded her. Meryl entered with a tray bearing a steaming herbal infusion. The fragrant scent of chamomile and lavender filled the room as she approached the princess.

Perceptive to Meryl's fatigue, Natalia's eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "Meryl, you look tired. Sit, and rest," the bedridden princess greeted with a gentle smile. "But do tell me, how was your visit to the manor? I hope it brought you joy."

Meryl, ever graceful, approached the princess with a curtsy before placing the tray on the bedside table before she gratefully sank into a cushioned chair, the weariness momentarily lifting as she took a deep breath. "Your Highness, it was a delightful visit. Master Luke and his family graced us with their presence, and he wishes to see you on your next visit."

The princess's eyes twinkled with curiosity, a knowing glint that bespoke a closeness between them that transcended the typical boundaries of royalty and servant. "And what of Guy, the swordsman?" she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Did you find the company of our valiant protector to your liking?"

Meryl, blushing slightly, met the princess's gaze with a mixture of embarrassment and affection. "Your Highness," she chuckled, "Master Guy is a kind and honorable man. His guidance has been invaluable, and his company is always appreciated."

Natalia's frail hand reached out, gently squeezing Meryl's. "Meryl, my sweet little sister Meryl," she said with sincerity, "I know the way your eyes light up when you speak of him. Is there a secret that you've been keeping from me?"

Meryl couldn't help but laugh it off, the sound a melodic echo in the quiet chamber. "Your Highness, it's merely admiration for his best qualities. Master Guy is a friend, nothing more."

Ever perceptive, Natalia studied Meryl with a knowing glimmer in her eyes. "Ah, but the heart can be a tricky thing, my dear friend. Do not shy away from its whispers."

A tender silence enveloped them, Natalia's frailty juxtaposed against Meryl's vibrant energy. They shared a glance, a silent understanding out of years of companionship. Meryl, in turn, couldn't help but express her gratitude for the princess's kindness.

"Luke still doesn't remember, does he?"

"Your Highness, Luke's memory remains veiled. To remember his past is a slow one, but he bears you in his heart."

Natalia nodded thoughtfully; a concern etched in the delicate lines of her face. "He is definitely a puzzle yet to be unraveled. Perhaps," she mused, "We can aid his recovery. Meryl, would you consider taking on the role of his tutor? You may open doors to memories."

Meryl, while humbled by the princess's trust, bowed her head, wasn't wholly onboard with the proposal. "It would be an honor, Your Highness. I shall devote myself to aiding Luke in every way possible if I have the chance to return to House Fabre."

Natalia's eyes gleaming with gratitude, continued, "Your efforts will not go unnoticed. Teaching him may also grant you a favor from my father."

"That's…"

"And! You'll spend more time at the manor with Guy—"

"However, my duty as your handmaiden is to attend to your every need, to ensure your well-being and comfort."

With a soft grin, Natalia reached out and placed a frail hand on Meryl's. "You have been more than just a handmaiden to me. You're my sister. You have been my solace in times of pain. If aiding Luke and seeing Guy means happiness for you, then consider it both a duty and a privilege."

A gentle warmth enveloped Meryl's heart as she absorbed Natalia's words. "Your kindness knows no bounds, Your Highness. I shall do as you wish, but your needs will always be my first priority. I cannot leave you yet."

Meryl nearly forgot. "Speaking of Master Luke," having been fatigued from her days of travel, Meryl reached into the folds of her gown and produced a stack of letters bound with a ribbon. "Your Highness, Luke made quite a few attempts to write you back letters, though a bit unpolished."

Natalia accepted the letters. With a gentle nod, she motioned for Meryl to continue. As Meryl unbound the ribbon, the princess carefully unfolded the first letter, her eyes tracing the words written in Luke's hand—sloppy, incomprehensible penmanship.

"He's been working on these," Meryl explained, her gaze softening. "In his own way, he's trying."

Squinting at the somewhat illegible scrawl, Natalia chuckled softly. "His handwriting could use some improvement, couldn't it?"

Meryl nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, Your Highness. But it's a work in progress, much like his journey to reclaim his memory."

Determined to decipher the words, Natalia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with concentration. "Ah, 'sunrise' or is it 'sunset'? I suppose his penmanship is as mysterious as his forgotten past."

Meryl couldn't help but join in the amusement. "It seems the art of penmanship eludes him for now. Perhaps, with time, both skills will improve."

The princess set aside one letter and reached for another; her perseverance undeterred by the challenges of deciphering Luke's handwriting. As she continued to navigate through the pages, a thoughtful expression settled on her face.

"Meryl," she began, her tone contemplative, "These letters not only tell of a boy seeking his lost memories but also of a heart earnestly reaching out. If someone helps him refine this, teach him the beauty of well-crafted words… in this, perhaps, lies a key to unlocking his past."

Her eyes reflecting a distant recollection, Natalia spoke with a wistful tone, "Meryl, do you remember when we were children? Those days spent in the palace library, where you and I taught each other reading and writing?"

Meryl's face lit up with the joy of their shared memory. "I believe you can do the same for Luke. Your patience may guide him back to the words etched in the book of his memory."

Meryl nodded. "I shall do my utmost, Your Highness. I will help Luke, for your sake."

"You promise me?"

"I promise."