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         Write a poem for him, or paint his portrait. Compose music for him. Design a trinket in his image. All these gift options are likely to gain a positive reaction.

How the woman found herself in this place and this time is a long story she wished to tell no one. There was only one individual in this world who knew, and they swore to speak of it to no one, should they change the future and the fate of the people. This man had also helped in acquainted Lily with this time and the current culture. Though his tutoring proved useful, it had proven difficult to completely change the woman’s mindset and daily habits.

And tonight was the perfect example. 

Lily had stopped at a local pub and was minding her own business. The woman was looking to down a glass before heading home for the night. Immediately, she noticed eyes on her. It was just your typical group of pigs eyeing some candy. Or so she thought.

At some point one of the men approached Lily and presented her with a series of questions: Why was she there? What was she doing in Treno? Where did she come from? Who was she working for? The Summoner apparently did not provide enough information. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the moment the man approached her that he was up to no good, and the rest of his goons as well!

Turns out those goons were local knights who’d just gotten off of duty for the night, and they did not take too kindly to Summoners.

An hour later, Lily found herself being tossed into what felt like a pit.

“Oof!” she groaned as her body hit the cold bricked flooring. The summoner frantically scrambled at the sack that covered her head. Her eyes widened in shock as before her was a sleeping behemoth. The dastardly group of knights had abducted the woman upon exiting the pub and thrown her into the boss pit at the Treno Knight House! Lily scooted her back up against the wall opposite of the sleeping beast.

“Such a shame you have that nasty ass horn growing outta your head! Otherwise, you ain’t half bad looking!” one of the men teased.

“Looks like you’re outta luck now, princess! How one got past so many people’s radar is beyond me!” another shouted.

“Summon somethin’ and you’ll destroy this place! Royal property! That’ll be prison for life! You’ll have to use your hands if you wanna get out of there!”

“Just be glad the things asleep. Of course, we could always wake him up for ya!” another chuckled.

Her brows furrowed as she shot fiery glares at each one of them. Her fists curled into a ball, but she dared not speak or move.

Delita made it a habit to walk around the castle’s landscape, using that time to collect himself and clear his head. Oftentimes, that didn’t work, but the brief reprieve from politics was always a welcome opportunity. As a person who deeply valued his alone time, Delita made it a point to tell his advisors and subjects to leave him be.

Which made the arrival of a random man all the more irritating.

He certainly wasn’t the first to loiter about the castle property (the fountain was such an attraction, Delita almost wanted to have it removed) but the man had caught him at just the wrong time – when his patience for idiocy was at a bare minimum.

“Having fun?” the King called out abruptly, the scowl on his face telling anyone who witnessed it all they needed to know about his disposition. “I should call my knights and have them throw you in a cell for the evening, to show you that you’re not welcome here. This isn’t a playground.”

      “Hm!?” Zell for the moment was halfway climbing up the same wall he had been climbing up before when he heard a voice. Turning his head to look he nearly lost his footing in shock. Anyone in Ivalice knew that face, or at the very least that armor.

      “Ah--sorry!” The small blond replied before dropping to the ground with a soft thump. Zell couldn’t help but smile nervously. Last person he ever expected to run into was someone from the castle. “I promise I didn’t break anything. It’s just, hard to find somewhere safe to train and it would be dumb to jump from a rooftop to the ground.”

      He teetered on his feet lightly, unsure if he was only going to get a warning or if he was going to be thrown into a cell for a night. Even if it was only a few hours being stuck in one tiny room was not something Zell would undoubtedly loath for the sheer fact that there wouldn’t be much room to move around in.

It would come to this, in the end. The young boy rage and disappointment,  Perhaps he was always disappointed in life. Perhaps, maybe , maybe. Everything though must have a price, and its time he gets his. 

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I mean, are we really surprised? I’ve been wanting to draw these two for awhile but my art hasn’t looked really how I wanted. 

They put the word Master behind her title for a reason. It showed hard work and dedication to scale the ranks and rise above. That, however, was not an excuse to be lazy. 

It had been months since she first met his Highness, months since she received the job. The young woman tried to hide the toll it started to take on her. As did he, Ritz was sure of it. She hoped it wasn’t obvious, late nights and early mornings. Being a Judge and the occasional body guard was no easy task. But she loved a challenge. 

To keep herself sharp she would train with the soldiers that protected the grounds occasionally. Occasionally on slow weeks, the King’s schedule permitting, there was time for it and she enjoyed the company. Some times traveling on your lonesome or staying quiet during meetings became hard to do. Ritz was no social butterfly, but during busy work weeks she found herself dissociating from the world. It would be a lie if Delita didn’t play a hand in keeping her grounded. For every headache he gave her she found there was also a discreet shoulder to lean on. Though she would never admit it.

Delita. She tutted under her breath as she loosely braided her hair heading to the training grounds. They butted heads more times she cared to admit. Often she had to remember her place but biting her tongue was a skill Ritz had yet to learn. No matter that for now, she assured herself. Calloused hands snagged against the soft fabric of her tunic as she tucked it in. 

Spa days were not common in this world unless you were rich and had the money to spend on people to pamper you. This to her was like a little retreat though. Body free from armor, fingers ungloved and able to breathe, and the sun masking her face. She’d give a one hundred and ten percent on these days and would never feel tired because of it. 

Hours flew by just her rapier did. Swift and strong, the light weapon molded for her hands. During a break she let out a laugh at the sight of him. How long had he been there? She supposed the King had to check on his men from time to time.