They say that grief comes in many forms.
For Lucy?
It came in the form of drowning herself in liquor and eating twice her weight in cake while hiding out from the world. She hadn't remembered the last time she had showered, or even brushed her teeth. It was pitiful, just how low Lucy had gone in the span of two months.
Two months…
Has that much time really slipped by?
Lucy's grief manifested in a cycle of self-destructive behavior, drowning herself in alcohol and seeking solace in excessive consumption of cake, all while withdrawing from the world around her. In the haze of her despair, basic self-care became a distant memory, with days passing by unnoticed.
The disbandment of Fairy Tail following the harrowing conflict with Tartarus left Lucy feeling adrift and abandoned. As her guildmates scattered to pursue their own paths, Lucy found herself left behind, grappling with the weight of her solitude. While she understood their reasons for moving on, the ache in her heart only intensified with their absence.
Despite the efforts of her celestial spirits to intervene and offer guidance, Lucy's downward spiral continued unabated. Moments of clarity were fleeting, overshadowed by the overwhelming darkness that consumed her. Even as her spirits attempted to bring her back from the brink, their influence proved temporary.
It was only when Loke, driven by frustration and concern, sought out Yukino that a glimmer of hope emerged. Yukino, having experienced her own share of loss with celestial spirits, arrived at Lucy's doorstep, a beacon of understanding and support in her time of need.
All it took was for Yukino to hug her did Lucy collapse into her arms, wailing as she let it out. She had woken up in bed, a trashcan next to her along with a glass of water and some pills. Her apartment was clean, her kitchen stocked with food and all her laundry had been done. Yukino sat in her living room drinking coffee and reading a book quietly.
All it took was a soft smile from Yukino that caused Lucy to pour her heart out to Yukino. She sat on the couch beside her for hours, telling her everything that had happened with Tartarus. How she had sacrificed Aquarius to save her guild, how Natsu left to train and how the guild disbanded and everyone left her behind.
Yukino had stayed with her for a week, helping her through most of her grief. She had been grateful for Yukino helping her through that week. Especially after Yukino had forced her to shower, brush her teeth and eat three meals a day. Lucy hadn't noticed just how much weight she had lost living on a diet of liquor and cake.
Yukino had invited Lucy to join Sabertooth, that it was a fresh start that she needed, as well as paying rent as she had drained half her savings on liquor, cake and rent.
At first, she had wanted to say no, seeing as she still held hope for Fairy Tail. But Wendy had joined another guild, so why couldn't she do it?
Lucy's revelation during her night with Yukino sparked a bold decision: to join Sabertooth, a guild where she believed she could reignite her passion for adventure.
With newfound determination, she approached the Guild Master, Sting Eucliffe, who welcomed her with open arms. In a ceremonial moment, Sting imprinted Sabertooth's emblem onto Lucy's upper left shoulder, marking her official entry into their ranks.
With the support of Yukino, Sting, and Rogue, Lucy transitioned into a new phase of her life, relocating to an apartment closer to Sabertooth.
The structure bore the emblem of Sabertooth proudly on a large banner, suspended from a horizontal staff adorned with fang-like embellishments, exuding an aura of strength and authority. The guild's architecture was a testament to its complexity, with interconnected structures rising in layers, creating an intimidating yet awe-inspiring facade. At its pinnacle loomed a colossal statue of a saber-toothed cat, its menacing jaws agape, a symbol of the guild's ferocity.
Lucy's gaze lingered on the familiar sight of the guild hall, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. For two months, she had stared at this building, grappling with the reality of her newfound membership. But today was different. Today, she felt a sense of belonging stir within her as she approached the guild doors with determination.
With each step inside, Lucy embraced her new identity as a member of Sabertooth. The sound of her boots clicking against the floor echoed in the quiet morning, drawing the attention of those already present. She offered a warm smile and a casual wave to her fellow guildmates as she made her way through the hall.
As she reached the bar, her eyes landed on Yukino engaged in conversation with Lector and Frosh. The sight filled Lucy with a sense of comfort, knowing that she had allies and friends within these walls. With a soft hum of contentment, Lucy joined them at the bar, ready to embrace the day ahead with newfound optimism and camaraderie.
"Goodmorning!"
"Goodmorning Lucy!" Yukino smiled. "You seem well today."
It was one of her better days, she had to admit. Lucy smiled, "yes, I slept throughout the night so there is that."
Yukino's smile greeted Lucy as she entered the guild, bearing a message from Sting. With a nod of acknowledgment, Lucy redirected her steps toward Sting's office, navigating the familiar corridors of the guild hall.
Upon reaching Sting's door, Lucy found it slightly ajar, and she cautiously pushed it open, revealing him asleep at his desk. Suppressing a giggle, Lucy approached him stealthily, leaning in close to his ear.
"If you don't hurry, my husband will find you when he gets home."
Sting startled awake, his reaction both comical and expected. After a brief moment of disorientation, he recovered. "For being this year's sweetest wizard," he started with a growl. "You're a cruel woman."
Lucy continued to giggle before she took her seat in the chair in front of his messy desk. "I couldn't pass up on the chance y'know?" Lucy settled into the chair opposite his desk as Sting gathered himself.
Sting rolled his eyes but retrieved an envelope from his cluttered desk and handed it to Lucy. Inside, Lucy found tickets, profiles, and a letter, all bearing an unfamiliar yet intriguing insignia—a heart with wings.
"It came in late last night, you had already gone home." Sting gazed at his huge stack of papers and sighed heavily. "You were also specifically asked for this mission." Lucy's curiosity piqued as she tore open the envelope, her eyes scanning the contents, a pang of familiarity washing over her as she stared at the elegant handwriting on the letter.
Dear Lucy Heartfilia,
I am requesting your assistance by traveling to the kingdom of Valentine. I have included three tickets, one for you and two for any wizards you wish to bring on this job with you. I expect them to be your best trusted allies. For my safety, I cannot disclose the job I am giving you until you are here as I fear that if this envelope were to be intercepted then I would lose my life and risk yours in the process. Please come as soon as possible. If you take this mission I shall see you Saturday night in the capital you will find a small bakery, Georgie will close shop and I shall meet you at midnight.
Lucy's fingers trembled slightly as she unfolded the letter, her eyes scanning the words with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue. The request was cryptic, urging her presence in the kingdom of Valentine without divulging the specifics of the mission. Despite the unease stirring within her, Lucy recognized the gravity of the situation and the need for caution.
Setting aside the letter, Lucy turned her attention to the profiles included in the envelope. Each name seemed to blur together as she tried to make sense of the information before her. The weight of the unknown pressed down on her, causing a dull ache to throb at the base of her skull.
Taking a deep breath, Lucy pushed aside her doubts and focused on the task at hand. With determination, she resolved to gather her most trusted allies and prepare for the journey ahead. Though uncertainty loomed on the horizon, Lucy knew that she could not ignore the call to action, no matter the risks involved.
"Is everything alright, Lucy?" Sting's voice broke through Lucy's thoughts, pulling her attention away from the papers spread out before her.
Forcing a reassuring smile, Lucy nodded. "Yes, everything's fine. I just need to speak with Rogue and yourself when he arrives."
Sting regarded her with a hint of concern, but nodded in acquiescence. "Rogue should be back from his mission in about an hour. I'll fetch him for you then."
"Thank you, Sting. I'll meet you both back here when he arrives," Lucy replied, rising from her seat and gathering the papers and tickets before exiting the office.
As she made her way through the guild hall, Lucy couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that had settled over her. But she pushed the feeling aside. She needed to lay down, otherwise her headache would only worsen.
"So what is this about Lucy?" Sting reclined comfortably in his chair, a hint of skepticism in his expression as Lucy laid out the situation before him.
As she handed him the letter, his demeanor shifted from casual to serious, taking in the gravity of the request. Meanwhile, Rogue sat across from Lucy, Frosh nestled in his lap, attentively reviewing the profiles she had given him. His quiet presence provided a sense of solidarity amidst the uncertainty.
Sting settled into his chair, his skepticism evident as Lucy explained the situation to him. With each word, his expression shifted from casual to serious, reflecting the weight of the request she presented. Across from Lucy, Rogue attentively reviewed the profiles, his presence offering a comforting sense of solidarity.
As Sting absorbed the contents of the letter, a solemn expression settled on his features. Passing the documents to Rogue, he considered their options before addressing Lucy directly.
"We'll be joining you on this mission, Lucy," Sting declared firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he continued, "As your guild master and friend, I cannot in good conscience send you alone on such a perilous journey, especially to a different continent. Rogue and I are in agreement on this."
Rogue nodded in silent agreement, his empathy evident as he observed Lucy's emotional response. "It would be an honor, Lucy-san," he added softly, his voice a reassuring presence amidst the tension.
With their decision made, Sting rose from his seat with determination. "It's settled then. I'll take care of the necessary preparations, and we'll depart first thing tomorrow morning."
"Thank you so much," Lucy smiled.
As Lucy leaned against the railing, the rhythmic sway of the boat beneath her feet mirrored the ebb and flow of her thoughts. The tranquil expanse of crystal blue waters stretched out before her, a canvas of serenity punctuated by the occasional cry of a seagull and the gentle caress of the salty sea breeze.
In the quiet moments of reflection, Lucy found herself revisiting the tumultuous events of the past several months. It had been a journey marked by loss, sacrifice, and profound transformation. The disbandment of Fairy Tail, the heart-wrenching farewell to Aquarius, and the arduous process of rebuilding her shattered world had tested her resolve like never before.
Yet, amidst the pain and uncertainty, Lucy had found solace in the quiet moments of introspection. She had devoted herself to self-improvement, honing her magical skills and fortifying her resolve with each passing day. The knowledge gleaned from Capricorn's guidance and the wisdom of her own experiences had become her pillars of strength, empowering her to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Reflecting on her journey, Lucy couldn't help but marvel at the resilience she had discovered within herself. Compared to the stifling constraints of her past life as an heiress, she had blossomed into a formidable force, fueled by the unyielding spirit of determination and the unwavering support of her guildmates.
The memory of meeting Natsu and Happy in Hargeon stirred a bittersweet ache in Lucy's heart. Their fateful encounter had been a catalyst for change, shattering the illusions of her former existence and propelling her towards a destiny she had never dared to dream of. Natsu's fiery determination and Happy's infectious enthusiasm had ignited a spark within her, leading her down a path of adventure and camaraderie she had long yearned for.
As the boat sailed on, carrying her towards an uncertain future, Lucy offered a silent prayer for Natsu's happiness, wherever he may be. Though they were separated by distance and circumstance, the bond they shared remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the vast expanse of the unknown.
With renewed determination, Lucy turned her gaze towards the horizon, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited her on the other side. For in her heart, she knew that no matter where life may lead her, she would always carry the indomitable spirit of Fairy Tail within her.
She should go check on Sting and Rogue, who were in their room, miserable due to the motion sickness. Pushing away from the railing, she made her way towards their room, she immediately walked in to see Rogue laying on the bathroom floor while Sting was groaning on the bed.
Lucy felt bad for both slayers, it couldn't be helped that they suffered from the ailment. Taking pity, she moved over to where Sting was and rested his head in her lap. Her fingers brushing through his hair.
"I thought you and Rogue might appreciate stretching your legs after spending the morning on the train and the boat, so I didn't book a carriage for us," Lucy explained once they had disembarked from the large boat and onto the pier, where the two dragon slayers were currently stretching.
"Much appreciated, Lucy-san," Rogue spoke up after he had collected his wits, Frosh nodding in agreement.
"We should stop and eat before we head to the capital," Lucy smiled.
Sting led the trio to a restaurant where they were seated immediately, the waitress had taken their orders and left.
"I studied the profiles, and it seems to be an entire family," Rogue replied, producing two profiles from the pocket of his cloak. One depicted a tall, muscular man in shining armor, while the other featured a striking woman in a regal gown.
"Ambrose and Morrigana," Sting murmured, studying the profiles for clues. The more Lucy studied the profiles, the more her head started to hurt.
"The late King and Queen of Valentine," the waitress chimed in, recognizing the images. "But they were both murdered almost a decade ago in an assassination attempt to overthrow the royal family. I remember when it happened, the entire country was absolutely devastated by it. I feel bad for their youngest daughter, she lost so much. I take it that you aren't from around here then."
A solemn silence enveloped the group as they absorbed the grim news. Lucy cleared her throat, "uh no we came on vacation."
The waitress lit up, "you must be here for the festival then! The one held in the capital!"
Sting smiled at the waitress, "we just got lucky actually. We came as a friend of ours recommended vacationing here after he had visited for a mission."
This seemed to make the waitress nod, "so you're wizards then. Well luckily for the three of you, you're just in time to celebrate the festival. It's a huge event that spans over a whole week."
"What does the festival represent?"
"Four hundred years ago, Valentine was on the brink of near annihilation with the war against the dragons. Our country was on the brink of collapse but the Princess had taken to praying to the Ethereal Wisteria Tree and pouring her own magic into it for seven days and seven nights. On the seventh night, it had glowed a brilliant white and brought life back to our country, to all the flora and fauna. Making our kingdom prosperous once more. To celebrate our victory in the war and our survival, the royal family holds a festival for the people every year. It's called the Starlight festival."
Sting, Rogue and Lucy shared astonished looks with one another. Why had they never heard of this before? Lucy had researched the country and never read about it nor had she found anything worth remembering about the small country.
Rogue decided to ask his own questions, "if the royal family were slaughtered. Who rules currently?"
"Only the King and Queen were killed, luckily the Queen's sacrifice hadn't been in vain as she saved her youngest daughter, who currently rules as Queen."
"You said youngest daughter, what happened to their first child?"
The waitress frowned, "they say that she mysteriously vanished in the night. Nobody really knows, not even the royal family knows what happened to her." The waitress turned to refill Lucy's water glass seeing as she had nearly finished it, "Queen Lilithe resides in the castle with her Uncle and his family," the waitress informed them before attending to her other duties.
"At least we have more information," Sting leaned back in his seat. "Do you think it's possible that the Queen might be our client?"
Lucy nodded, "it would make sense since the client was worried about the letter being intercepted."
"If they never found out who was behind the original assassinations then the killer might be after her as well if they failed in killing her." Rogue took the profiles away, folded them and stored them away.
"Rogue is right," Sting ran a hand through his hair. "If they want us to meet them at midnight in a bakery it's to hide their identity. Why else hide their identity if they aren't a person of high class or rank?"
"Guess we'll find out tonight," Lucy stated, watching as the waitress came back with their food.
The bakery, Love's Kiss, was large and rather popular. One of the many establishments still opened seeing as it was nearing midnight. Lucy stood with Sting and Rogue, their exceeds were back in the hotel they had booked. Once more, Lucy felt prickles of pain in her head the more she stared at the large bakery.
She swallowed in tense anticipation and curiosity as her skin prickled. Its inviting facade beckoned them closer, promising warmth and comfort within its walls.
The aroma of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries wafted through the air, tantalizing their senses and stirring a sense of nostalgia within them. Each window displayed an array of tempting treats, from flaky croissants to decadent cakes, the sugary air inviting her to indulge in the pastry and sugary goods.
She saw a large strawberry cheesecake and it easily reminded her of Erza. How many of those cakes did she share with Erza after a mission? During a girls night or at the guild for breakfast?
It was overwhelming to Lucy. The stabbing in her brain, the familiarity nausea, and the sinking feeling in her stomach.
Suddenly, a warm hand slipped into hers, jolting her out of her reverie. Startled, Lucy glanced to her side to find Sting walking beside her, his reassuring presence a comforting anchor in the midst of her turmoil.
"Everything will be okay, I'll be here to protect you, Lucy," Sting whispered softly, his voice laced with sincerity.
A blush tinted Lucy's cheeks as she felt Sting draw closer, their hands brushing lightly against each other. His words, coupled with the warmth of his touch, eased the tension knotting in her chest, eliciting a small smile from her lips.
"Sounds like a deep promise" Lucy teased, her voice betraying a hint of amusement.
"One that I intend to keep," Sting countered, a playful glint in his eyes. "It's only natural as I'm the older one."
"Not originally," she rolled her eyes. "But you do make a point as you're older than me by two years," Lucy pointed out, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her gaze.
Sting chuckled, conceding defeat. "You have me there."
A young woman approached them, her vibrant green eyes meeting theirs as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I've been instructed to escort you to a room in the back," she informed them with a polite smile.
"Thank you," Rogue replied, taking the lead as he guided Lucy, Sting, and himself past the tables and chairs of the bakery's interior. Following the woman, they proceeded down a long hallway until they reached a door, which she opened to reveal a spacious room beyond.
Inside, a tall, slender man with dark green hair and piercing eyes awaited them behind a desk. His muscular frame exuded an air of authority, clad in a high-collared, white-and-navy blue fitted sleeveless shirt paired with baggy navy blue trousers adorned with striking white details. Completing his ensemble were black laced boots that he kicked up to lean back in the plush chair.
"Welcome, Sabertooth wizards," the man said with a lazy smirk. "Please take a seat, and we can get started!"
Lucy let go of Sting's hand and sat in one of the chairs, with Sting standing behind her. The other wizard nodded to the woman, who then closed the door, leaving the four of them in silence.
Lucy was the first to break the quiet. "What's the mission?"
The smirk vanished from the man's face, replaced by a look of seriousness as he cleared his throat. He placed a gloved hand on his pocket, gripping something tightly.
"My name is Lord Bastien of WinterMoore," he introduced himself. "I'm your client, and I asked you to meet me here so I could divulge the mission details."
"The mission is for the three of you to go undercover as my entourage while all the Lords and Ladies gather at the castle for Starlight's week-long celebration."
Sting asked, "Why undercover?"
"Because there have been threats on the Queen's life over the past year, and we haven't been able to determine who is behind them or their motive," Lord Bastien explained. "Her Royal Highness will be draining her magic for the next seven days and nights, leaving her open and vulnerable to an attack. I'm hiring you to go undercover, find out which Lord or Lady is behind the threats, and prevent any further attempts on her life."
Lucy absorbed the information and asked, "Why did you request me out of everyone? Surely there are plenty of other wizards who are more qualified."
Lord Bastien nodded, acknowledging the validity of her question. "It's true, but they lack certain qualities that only you possess."
"Such as?" Lucy raised an eyebrow.
"Your breeding, status, and the trust of Her Royal Highness."
Lucy frowned, confused. "I don't know what you're implying."
Lord Bastien reached across the table, placing a pale pink glass heart in front of Lucy. "Touch it, and you'll regain your memories."
"My memories...?" Lucy echoed, uncertainty filling her voice.
Lord Bastien met her gaze with a steady look. "Yes. I will answer your questions afterward."
Lucy did as she was told, reaching forward to grasp the pink glass heart in her palm. It felt cool to the touch, but the moment she held it, a soft white glow enveloped it. A sharp pain shot through her head, forcing her to hunch over as a flood of memories crashed into her mind—memories she didn't remember having but now seemed all too familiar. She knew the Queen, and she knew her well.
"Lucy!" Sting quickly grasped her shoulders, crouching beside her as if to steady her, his eyes scanning her for any signs of distress or injury.
Lucy placed a hand on his forearm to calm him. "I'm okay, just give me a moment."
Sting nodded, though his grip remained firm, providing her with the support she needed. After a few moments, the haze began to lift, and she offered Sting a reassuring smile. "Thank you. I really am okay."
Turning her attention back to Lord Bastien, she ignored the fluttering sensation in her stomach from Sting's touch. "Bastien, what the hell is going on here? Why did you—or whoever—take my memories?"
Lord Bastien chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her anger. "Now that you have your memories back, will you accept the mission?"
Lucy clenched her jaw, her frustration evident in her voice. "I'll accept the mission, but you need to answer my questions."
Bastien's expression remained neutral. "I didn't take your memories. You'll have to ask Queen Lilithe about that; she's the one who did it."
Lucy's eyes narrowed as she processed the information. "What about Emmaline? Where does she fit into all this?"
A shadow crossed Lord Bastien's face as his tone grew darker. "She ran away a long time ago. She's of no concern anymore."
"So I am to talk to her and get more information out of her?"
Bastien nodded, "she won't speak much to me or anyone for the matter in regards to the assasination attempts on her life. She will talk to you, as she always has and find out more information."
"I understand," Lucy nodded.
"Your questions will be answered later but we need to have you three fitted for royal attire as we will be arriving at the Castle tomorrow for formal introductions." Lord Bastien swept up from his chair, crossing his arms.
The door burst open, and a group of women flooded into the room, each carrying an assortment of measuring tapes, chalk, and note pads. Their swift, purposeful movements contrasted with the otherwise calm atmosphere in the fitting room. Lucy, Sting, and Rogue stood still as the women expertly worked around them, taking measurements with precision and efficiency.
The women murmured quietly to themselves as they measured each angle and curve, jotting down their findings on their notepads. They occasionally exchanged glances, nodding in agreement over particular measurements. Despite the seemingly chaotic energy in the room, their movements were well-coordinated, each tailor knowing precisely what to do and in what order.
Lucy was fitted for a gown with flowing lines and subtle embellishments. The tailor checked the hem length, waistline, and shoulders to ensure it would fit her perfectly. Sting and Rogue, meanwhile, were being fitted for their suits. The tailors adjusted lapels, inseams, and sleeve lengths to create a tailored look that would complement their undercover mission.
It didn't take long for the measurements to be completed. The tailors finished their work with a flourish, stepping back to survey the results. With a nod of satisfaction, they gathered their measuring tapes and notepads, leaving the room as quickly as they had entered, their murmurs fading into the distance.
"Your trunks will be delivered to you in the morning, as the carriages will pick you up and bring you to the castle." Lord Bastien nodded to them before leaving the room
Lucy hadn't slept a wink that night.
How could she? Memories she never knew she had were now swirling in her mind, bringing back people she once knew, places she had once been, and moments she thought were long gone. These revelations answered some questions but raised countless others.
Why had these memories been taken from her? Where had Emmaline gone? Who murdered the King and Queen, and why? They were kind and just rulers, and their untimely deaths seemed like a senseless tragedy. It was too much to bear, and Lucy had a gut feeling that her late father might have been involved. But he had passed away while she was on the island, leaving her with no way to find the truth.
How did she lose so much, so quickly? First her mother, then her father, her friends from Fairy Tail, Natsu and Happy. Aquarius and now even her own memories of the past. It felt as if everyone she cared about was ripped away, one after the other, leaving her behind. It wasn't fair that she was always left behind.
Curling up in a chair, Lucy buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
She didn't hear the door open or the soft footsteps approaching, not until she felt strong, warm arms wrapping around her, holding her as she cried into a broad chest. A gentle hand ran through her hair, soothing her without words.
It wasn't the first time Sting had comforted her, and it wouldn't be the last. He remained silent, offering support through his steady presence, allowing Lucy to let out her grief without judgment. She clung to him, drawing strength from the warmth and stability he provided, grateful for his unwavering support in a world where everything else seemed to fall apart.
They stayed that way, Sting holding Lucy in a comforting embrace while Lector gently patted her head. The steady rhythm of his touch was soothing, and eventually, Lucy began to drift off to sleep. Sting's murmured conversation with Rogue, who had come to check on them, was a quiet background lullaby.
Lucy didn't care about the whispers or who was around. All she needed was rest, and in Sting's arms, with Lector's gentle presence, she found a moment of peace amid the turmoil. As she drifted into sleep, she felt the weight of her worries ease, knowing that she wasn't alone in her grief. There were people who cared, who were there to support her through the darkest of times.
Even when she woke up in his arms hours later, he gave her a reassuring smile and helped her into bed to get a couple more hours of sleep before he slipped out of her room with Lector.
The four of them stood before large white doors, towering and imposing, guarded by sentinels in silver armor. As the guards swung open the doors, the group, along with the other lords and ladies of the kingdom, began filing into the throne room. The space was grand, with white walls and marble columns adding to its majestic aura. Behind the platform were four massive windows that allowed natural light to flood the room, casting dramatic shadows on the ornate decor.
At the end of the room, fourteen steps led up to the grand throne where a young woman sat, flanked by two imposing wolves. The animals sat regally, their eyes watchful as the court members entered. The throne itself was lavishly adorned, a testament to the wealth and power it symbolized.
Lucy, Sting, and Rogue maintained their composure as they joined the other nobles, forming a horizontal line with the Lords and Ladies and their spouses, their ladies and guards standing beside or behind them. Everyone was dressed in luxurious silk fabrics, adorned with glistening jewels. Yet, beneath the polished surface and bejeweled smiles, the anticipation was palpable. The lords and ladies kept up their facades, but there was a tension in the air, a collective sense of readiness for whatever lay ahead.
The heavy thud of the closing doors resonated through the grand throne room, signifying the beginning of the gathering. Lucy stood among the other nobles, her eyes drawn to the young Queen sitting upon the throne, where two large wolves kept a silent vigil at her sides.
Lilithe, the Queen, wore a flowing white dress adorned with a jabot, accessorized with a black leather corset that hugged her waist. Straps ran over her shoulders and around her neck, giving a touch of boldness to her otherwise delicate appearance. The gown's white skirt was ruffled and short, with black ribbons lining the outer layers, and leather straps above her knees. Her knee-high boots bore intricate silver designs, adding an edge to her elegant attire.
Despite the formidable surroundings, Lilith retained her doll-like charm. She was petite, with pale skin and long, soft pink hair that cascaded down her back, a crown nestled upon her head. Her bright blue eyes, lined with dark makeup, shone with a mix of determination and melancholy. Her lips, painted a soft pink, were pressed into a subtle pout.
The Queen's expression was one of solemnity, though her bright eyes hinted at the strength hidden beneath her gentle exterior. As the court settled, she surveyed the assembled lords and ladies, her gaze steady and unyielding. It was clear that beneath her delicate features and elegant attire lay a strong will, one that would need to withstand the dangers and intrigues lurking within the kingdom's court.
What happened to the quiet girl who used to follow her around? The one who hardly spoke and always had her nose in a book?
"I've gathered you all here today to celebrate our kingdom's four hundredth anniversary," Queen Lilithe began. Her voice was soft yet commanding, her gaze unwavering as she addressed the assembled nobles. "Four hundred years since we defeated the dragons. But let us not forget that it is because we had dragons on our side that we were able to survive. We have celebrated and remembered the lives lost in a war four hundred years ago. Four hundred years since we stood on the brink of total annihilation." She paused, letting the significance of the moment sink in.
"When I became Queen three years ago, I promised to lead us into a new era. You've all witnessed the changes I've made, the new laws I've enacted in these last three years."
The room buzzed with whispers, a mix of suspicion and curiosity rippling through the crowd.
Mephisto, Captain and Protector of the Realm, stood nearby, his bright red military jacket and white pants marking him as a figure of authority. His booming voice cut through the murmurs. "Silence!" The crowd instantly quieted, returning their attention to the Queen.
"Lady Jessamine of Mystgate, Lady Jupiter of Edgeminster, and Lady Bianca of Knightdale, please step forward," Lilithe continued. The three older women shared curious glances before stepping forward, their eyes fixed on the young Queen. "After careful consideration, I've chosen you to fill the three vacant seats on the council."
The room erupted into chaos. Some cheered while others protested, their conflicting voices creating a cacophony of discontent. Lucy stood amidst the turmoil, observing the fractured court with a sense of nostalgia—this wasn't the same place she used to visit as a young girl.
"Silence!" Mephisto's command restored order, though the tension remained.
"In addition, it's come to my attention that someone in this room has been importing and exporting drugs, trafficking women and children, and leaving a trail of bodies along the eastern coast," the Queen declared, her voice steady but stern. "Isn't that right, Lord Quinwell of Dustview?"
The accused man, a pale figure with a long hooked nose and thin lips, stood out in the crowd. Whispers and gasps followed the accusation as guards stepped forward, swords drawn.
"Anything to say, Lord Quinwell?" the Queen asked.
"Burn in hell, your highness," he sneered.
Lilithe's eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement. "Lord Quinwell, you're charged with treason, drug trafficking, murder, and sex trafficking."
Mephisto growled, "Arrest him!" The guards advanced, but Quinwell drew a knife, aiming for the Queen. He didn't get far before several guards tackled him to the ground. The wolves at the Queen's sides bared their teeth, growling in defense.
"And now, an attempt on my life," Lilithe said with a serene smile. "You're sentenced to public execution."
The guards hauled Lord Quinwell away, handcuffed and subdued, leaving the court abuzz with gossip. Queen Lilithe, fiddling with the jewelry around her neck, addressed the court with a dismissive wave. "Tonight, there will be a masquerade ball to celebrate the news I'll be delivering. Your gowns and suits with masks have already been delivered to your assigned rooms. You may go now or stay."
Most of the court dispersed, leaving Lilithe with her two wolves, now calmed and enjoying treats. As the throne room emptied, the Queen's demeanor shifted from playful to contemplative. Lucy could only watch in confusion. What happened to Lilith that caused her to become so indifferent?
Lord Bastien moved them over to the side, off the red carpet just as groups of normal people walked in.
"What is this?" Lucy murmured to Lord Bastien
"Commoners are invited to come here on specific days to address any grievances to the Queen. The court is allowed to watch but usually they go off to the parties." He spoke lowly against her ear, but his eyes remained on the woman on the throne.
"She brought back public executions?"
"She had to," his eyes glanced at her. "Her Uncle made a decree right before she woke up to bring back public executions and she is unable to have it removed."
"What do you mean by woke up?"
"When her parents were assassinated, her mother had placed her under a sleeping spell. A sleep that protected her from any external danger. It was only supposed to last a week but instead lasted six years."
Lucy could only stare at the woman on the throne—the one who used to be four years younger than her, but after all the time that had passed, they were now both nineteen. Despite the age gap closing, they had grown up in completely different worlds.
"Do either of you have proof regarding the property line?" Queen Lilith asked the two farmers standing before her.
"Yes, Your Highness," the first farmer, wearing a straw hat, answered.
"Aye, we do," the second farmer added, his tone slightly rougher.
"Who did you buy the land from?" the Queen continued.
"Lord Beckett," the first farmer replied.
"Lord Beckett of Crymoore?" she clarified.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the second farmer said.
Queen Lilithe clicked her tongue as she reviewed the parchments, the deeds for the land in question. She quickly spotted the problem and handed the documents back to a guard, who returned them to the farmers.
"After examining both sides of the story and checking the deeds," she said, addressing the farmers, "it seems that Lord Beckett sold both of you the same acre of land between your properties. Neither of you is at fault, and you won't be held responsible for this mix-up."
Both farmers visibly relaxed at her words, a sense of relief spreading across their faces.
"Now, you have two choices," the Queen continued. "You can either split the acre between you or be reimbursed by Lord Beckett and neither of you will own it. It's your choice."
"Can we discuss this, Your Majesty?" the second farmer asked.
"I'll contact Lord Beckett and arrange for him to meet with both of you at the end of the week to finalize your decision," she replied.
Lucy watched as the two farmers nodded, grateful for the Queen's fairness. It was clear that despite her youth and the chaos surrounding her reign, Queen Lilithe had a strong sense of justice and knew how to handle disputes effectively.
It reminded her greatly of the King who ruled before, Lilthe's Father.
Lucy, Sting, and Rogue had stood for over an hour, observing how Queen Lilith handled each complaint with calm efficiency. As the last person left, Lucy noticed the Queen's regal posture and alert expression, even when a guard approached her with a bow.
"What does my uncle want now?" Lilithe asked, a note of impatience in her voice.
"Duke Cedric has requested your presence in his office immediately," the guard replied, his hesitation hinting at the Queen's annoyance.
Lilithe clicked her tongue, a clear sign of her irritation. "Thank you for letting me know. You're dismissed."
As the guard left, Lord Bastien leaned toward Lucy. "Stay behind Sting. You can't be seen yet," he whispered. Lucy nodded, hiding behind Sting, who reached back to hold her hand reassuringly.
"Your Majesty," Lord Bastien called as he approached the Queen. The guards stepped forward to intercept him, but Lilithe waved them off. Bastien stood at the bottom of the steps, offering his hand with a charming smile. "You look radiant today."
Lilithe's response was cool. "I have a lot on my plate. What requires a private audience?"
Bastien grinned and winked. "Trust me, you'll like it." The playful gesture caught her off guard, but she conceded.
"The earliest I can grant you an audience is during the ball tonight," Lilithe replied. Her two wolves, tall and white with red-tinged eyes, flanked her as she walked away. The guards gave the wolves a wide berth, aware of their unpredictable loyalty.
"Perfect," Bastien said, still smiling. "Same spot as always?"
"Of course," Lilith replied, then turned to leave. "Now I must go."
As the Queen left, Lord Bastien turned to Rogue, his expression turning serious. "You can blend into shadows, correct?"
Rogue nodded. "How did you know that?"
"It's my job to know these things," Bastien said with a shrug. "Follow the Queen discreetly. Report to me if anything seems out of the ordinary."
Rogue nodded and melted into the shadows, leaving only Lucy and Sting with Lord Bastien.
"Lucy, stay in your room until tonight," Bastien instructed. "You'd be recognized too easily, however, I left you a file that will catch you up to speed with things. Sting, I want you to come with me to the party. Act as my bodyguard and keep an ear out for useful information."