Slight TW: This chapter contains depictions of sexual activity and explicit sounds. Reader discretion is advised.

Several moons had passed since you, Clive, and Cid embarked on your journey through Lostwing. As the need for caution intensified, the decision was made to temporarily part ways, with a plan to reconvene at Northreach. Cid, always pragmatic, suggested this approach to avoid drawing unwanted attention, proposing a rendezvous at an abandoned chapel just outside the capital.

Clive readily concurred with Cid's strategy, emphasizing that it would be wise for you to accompany Cid to reach the checkpoint. Despite recognizing the logic in this arrangement, you harbored a silent reluctance. The prospect of being separated from your long-time friend again tugged at your emotions, but, understanding the necessity, you ultimately assented.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow across the landscape, you and Cid meticulously scouted the parameters near the capital's entrance, preparing for the challenges that awaited your trio.

"Just as I imagined. They're everywhere," Cid remarked as you walked alongside him toward the gray cobblestoned chapel that loomed in the distance.

"It's almost just as I remember it..." you mused, your gaze fixated on the grass below.

"With much fewer dragoons running about? I take it there won't be much of a warm welcome for your return?" Cid lightly jested.

"I quite doubt the Emperor would even recall my appearance at all. I'd just be another fugitive breaking in," you replied with a soft sigh, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground. A short silence hung between you before Cid spoke again.

"He isn't there if that's what you're worrying about," he said.

"Huh?" You quickly looked up at him.

"He's battling at the frontlines of Belenus Tor against Waloed. There were rumors of him withstanding against Odin himself. If that much is true, then your brother is alright," Cid reassured you.

You weren't surprised that he could read your mind. Cid was always ten steps ahead of everyone, including yourself. It was no secret to you that he would go the extra mile to keep an eye on those you hold dear, including your brother. Whenever Cid heard even the slightest detail about him, you were always the first to know. He understood that it would put you at ease, even if only temporarily.

As you both arrived at the chapel, you pressed your back against the wall, savoring a momentary respite.

*Flashback*

"Come now, Lady Y/N, we may visit the gardens after your meal," Clara gently suggested as she walked alongside you.

Together, you traversed the long, vast hallways of Oriflamme's castle, the weight of the day's lessons lingering. Despite your lack of hunger, Clara insisted on ensuring you partook in your second meal, mindful of the repercussions of skipping any daily repast—especially when your mother was concerned.

Upon entering the dining hall, a grandeur unfolded before you. The vast room boasted towering ceilings, a magnificent long wooden table adorned with an extended table runner, and an array of cushioned chairs. High red curtains framed each window, floor candelabras bathed the space in soft light, and end tables displayed vases filled with freshly bloomed flowers, creating an atmosphere of regal opulence.

Clara guided you to the designated end of the table, where she courteously pulled out the chair, indicating your usual seat. A nod of gratitude was exchanged before you settled into your chair, and Clara, taking her place to your right, subtly pushed it in.

"I've requested your favorite for dessert," she shared in a hushed tone, a soft smile gracing her lips.

Before you could respond, the door creaked open, revealing four servants, each bearing silver plates crowned with steel-domed covers. A golden trolley, laden with glasses and beverages, accompanied them.

"Greetings, Princess Y/N. Your meal awaits just beneath here," one of the servants announced, placing the plate in front of you and unveiling the dish. The others followed suit, while the servant with the trolley positioned it beside you, skillfully preparing the glasses. "The kitchens have prepared these dishes with the assistance of Greagor. We hope it is to your delight," he concluded with a respectful bow.

Your gaze finally descended to the table, revealing a tempting assortment of dishes. One plate held an aromatic stew brimming with vegetables and tender chicken. Another showcased a well-seasoned, thinly cut lamb, accompanied by steamed peas, carrots, and a freshly baked roll of bread. The final plate cradled a bowl filled with a variety of meticulously chopped and peeled fruits. The array of options presented a delightful challenge, knowing you wouldn't be able to savor all of it alone. Still, the mouthwatering sight compelled you to nod appreciatively, conveying your gratitude to each servant for their hard work.

"What do I have the pleasure of serving you today, Princess Y/N?" the one behind the trolley inquired.

"Just water, please," you replied.

With a smile, she handed you a glass, deftly opening a tray that held ice. Using silver tongs, she delicately placed each frozen orb into the glass before pouring in the beverage from a transparent pot.

"Please enjoy your meal, my lady," the servant bowed as she returned the pot to the trolley.

"Thank you," you responded with a smile, picking up the fork that awaited you. With that, the four servants took their leave, allowing you to relish the feast before you.

"What of your studies, Lady Y/N?" Clara inquired as you deftly pierced a carrot near the edge of one of your many plates.

"They're progressing well. Master Harpocrates provides intriguing insights into Valisthea's history and its present state," you replied. However, you couldn't help but notice that Clara hadn't picked up any eating utensils. Concern crept into your tone as you asked, "Clara, are you not going to eat as well?"

"Worry not, my lady. This feast was prepared specifically for you. I've already received my own meal before fetching you," she reassured you.

As you continued with your meal, Clara engaged you in conversation. "Have you been preparing for your upcoming waltz lessons?"

You sighed lightly, poking your fork at a singular pea that rolled away from the rest of the bunch. "Although it's not my favorite pastime, I guess I should make an effort to be prepared."

Clara chuckled, "Dancing has its own charm, Lady Y/N. It can be a delightful experience once you get into the rhythm."

You smirked, "Delightful for those who have a fondness for it. I find it a rather difficult."

"Well, with time, you might discover hidden grace in every step," Clara said with a twinkle in her eye. "But you know, my lady, when I was around your age..." While Clara continued with her reminiscence, your attention was stolen by the sound of approaching footsteps outside the door. You couldn't resist stealing a glance to see the familiar figures passing by.

As Clara spoke, you observed the elder man draped in a purple robe, unmistakably your tutor, Master Harpocrates. Following closely behind him was a young boy with blonde hair, clad in pristine white. A smile tugged at your lips at the sight, but you managed to restrain yourself from greeting him outright, not wanting to draw attention in front of your tutor.

"My lady?" Clara's voice brought you back from your thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Clara. Please, go on," you replied, tearing your gaze away from the door and refocusing on your conversation.

Clara cast a curious look over her shoulder, only to find an empty doorway. Returning her gaze to you and the plates, she asked, "Shall I ask for your dessert to be summoned?"

Putting your fork down beside the half-empty plate, you shook your head slightly. "That's alright. I might save it for supper. I'm not that hungry anymore."

"As you wish, my lady", she nodded. "Shall we proceed to the gardens then?"

A smile lit up your face as you hopped from your seat. "Yes, let's!"

Amused by your response, Clara chuckled and gracefully stood up, tending to both chairs. "This way then."

Exiting the dining hall, you and Clara navigated through numerous corridors and descended several stairs, arriving at the towering doors leading to the front gardens. Flanked by knights, the doors swung open, revealing the radiant sunlight.

"Wow," you breathed, captivated by the sight of the lush, blossoming gardens. An array of bushes and flower beds adorned the verdant expanse, drawing your gaze to a prominent bed of wyvern tails, emblematic of the Holy Capital.

"The wyvern tails are beautiful while in full bloom. His Radiance will be pleased to know that they are greatly being tended to," Clara remarked behind you. Despite the breathtaking views of Sanbreque, the colossal crystal behind the castle, and the endless fountains and gazebos offering a grander panorama, your attention remained fixated on the delicate white flowers unfolding before you.

You delicately wrapped your fingers around the stem of one of the wyvern tails in front of you, snapping it off gently. Bringing it up to your nose, you inhaled the sweet scent of the flower and couldn't help but smile. The small droplets of water running down the petals added to the enchantment of the moment, bringing a sense of peace.

However, your serene moment was interrupted by a sigh from above. Looking up at the walkway, you spotted the same boy from before, lost in thought and gazing into the distance. Chuckling, you darted towards the nearby stairs leading up to his location.

"Lady Y/N," Clara gasped.

Ignoring the concern, you continued climbing the marble stairs until you reached him.

The two of you now stood on the walkway of the second floor, connected to the balconies. He must not have heard your footsteps because he didn't budge when you reached him. It was quite silent and you didn't see your master lingering around the area either.

You broke the silence with a giggle and turned to the blonde. "And how do your studies fare, brother?"

"Huh?" He turned around, surprised to see you. "Y/N? What might you be doing here?"

"I came outside to check on the wyvern tails with Clara, and now I found you! Aren't you supposed to be with Master Harpocrates?" you asked him.

"Master has gone to fetch a tome for our studies," he replied, sighing and looking down. "I envy your intelligence, Y/N. How do you understand his lessons so easily?"

You gently placed a hand on his small shoulder, offering comfort.

"Father expects much of me and is doubling my studies. He says that if I am to take the throne, I must learn about the Holy capital's history, the dragoons, the war, and..." He sighed once more, clearly tired of discussing his studies any longer.

"Dion, I understand the weight you carry. His Radiance has high hopes for you, and you'll rise to meet them. Don't be too harsh on yourself," you started gently.

A soft exhale escaped Dion's lips as you spoke, prompting you to continue. "Why envy my intelligence? Yours is remarkable, too, you know? Master Harpocrates would attest to that."

As you spoke of your tutor, you noticed him in the distance, returning with a large book in hand.

"I shall take my leave now, brother," you said softly, releasing your hand from Dion's shoulder. "Remember not to push yourself too hard. I have faith in you," you assured him, turning to depart. But before you left, you turned back towards Dion, taking one of his hands gently in yours and placing the wyvern tail you'd picked into his palm. "Here... as a memento," you added.

A short breath escaped Dion's lips as he gazed down at the flower, then looked back up at you. Although familiar with the flowers that surrounded his home, he'd never paid them much mind. And never did he expect to receive one, let alone from you.

You watched as the corners of his lips lifted slightly, admiring the flower. "In petals' grace, a purpose gleams. This flower's life, beyond mere dreams. Its bloom a guide, its fragrance true. A reminder clear, for me and you," you recited softly, sharing a meaningful glance between Dion and the flower. You then noticed a change in his demeanor as his eyes sparkled with gratitude at your gesture to lift his spirits.

With that, you offered one final smile of reassurance before turning to depart, making your way back toward the steps.

*End of Flashback*

You were lost in thought until the snapping of twigs and approaching footsteps disrupted your reverie.

Beside you stood Cid, who turned towards the sound, followed by the arrival of Clive and Torgal.

"Any trouble on the way?" Clive's gaze bore into you, silently assessing your well-being.

"None worth mentioning," you replied evenly.

Cid interjected, his tone grave. "As I was telling Y/N, it's worse than I thought. The capital's crawling with soldiers.

"And here I am, the deserter come home," Clive sighed lightly.

"That surely makes two of us," you added.

"Which is why we'll be taking the back door", Cid instructed. His eyes flickered to you, knowing you held vital knowledge of the castle's layout from your time living there.

You chuckled softly, understanding your next task. "Off we go, then."

But Cid halted your movement with a raised arm. "Not so fast. You saw that lot in there. We can't risk moving while the sun is still up."

"Nightfall will lower the risk of being seen. It's best to wait," Clive concurred with a nod.

"And where exactly will we be killing time?" you inquired, turning to Cid.

"Lucky for us, I know just the place," Cid replied with a smirk.

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As the three of you maneuvered through Oriflamme's labyrinthine streets, keeping to the shadows and avoiding prying eyes, memories stirred within you. The familiarity of your surroundings, though comforting, felt oddly disorienting, like a long-forgotten dream resurfacing after years of dormancy. While your time in this city was limited, restricted mostly to the castle's confines, the opulent scenery was unmistakable. Compared to your second hometown of Rosalith, Oriflamme boasted grandeur in size, class, and population, yet lacked the sense of belonging that once defined your life.

"Ah, here it is," Cid announced, bringing the trio to a stop before a towering red edifice adorned with grand white pillars and intricate balconies, its imposing presence casting a shadow over the bustling streets.

Outside the building, a woman adorned in revealing silk attire awaited your arrival.

"Do you seek business or pleasure?", she inquired as Cid approached, leaning in to whisper a response.

The woman's expression shifted, a smirk gracing her lips as she beckoned us inside with a nod. "Right this way."

With a shared glance of confusion, you and Clive followed Cid and the woman through the entrance, stepping into a dimly lit interior adorned with sheer drapery cascading from the ceiling. Lanterns and candles flickered, casting soft illumination across the space, revealing love chairs and private chambers scattered throughout. More women, dressed similarly to your guide, moved about the establishment, attending to their respective duties.

A brothel?! Really Cid?

Your group ascended a flight of stairs tucked away in the far corner of the room, trailing behind the woman as she led you down the corridor of the second floor. With each step, the unmistakable sounds of intimate activities grew louder, causing a subtle unease to settle within you.

Finally reaching your destination, she ushered you into the chambers where you would await the cover of nightfall. The room boasted a grand bed adorned with crimson drapes that cascaded from above, casting a romantic ambiance. Across from it stood a table with accompanying chairs, along with a small cushioned sofa nestled in one corner. A balcony beckoned, offering a view of the streets below.

As you and Clive sought to find some semblance of comfort, Cid leaned in to murmur a few words to the escort before discreetly passing her a small pouch, presumably filled with gil. With a nod, she disappeared back into the hallway, leaving Cid to make his way towards the balcony.

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the cacophony of moans and laughter drifting from neighboring chambers. Clive's sigh punctuated the stillness, prompting you to avert your gaze, feeling the flush of embarrassment rising within you. Clearing your throat, you sought to dispel the awkwardness lingering in the air.

"Cheer up, you two," Cid finally spoke, making his way across the room to settle onto the nearby sofa. "I can't think of a safer place in the empire than a—" His words were abruptly cut off by a sudden surge of louder moans and groans emanating from across the hall. You shot him a quick glance, rolling your eyes in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as he cleared his throat and amended, "—Brothel. Hm."

"Really Cid? It hardly seems private", you remarked, your tone laden with skepticism.

Clive cleared his throat, redirecting the conversation. "So then, how do we proceed?"

"We'll be using the Glass Gate. Tonight just after sunset", Cid replied, pouring himself a drink from the table before him. The room had been prepared with a bowl of fruit and a complimentary bottle of what appeared to be wine.

"Where the shards are loaded for transport? That is one of the most heavily guarded points in all of Sanbreque", Clive remarked, his expression reflecting his disbelief at Cid's chosen location.

"But not the most. Which is a start", Cid assured him, though Clive's incredulous stare spoke volumes about his reservations. "Besides, I know a shortcut straight to the heart", he added confidently.

"A shortcut", Clive echoed, his tone tinged with disbelief. "And how exactly did you come to know about this fatal chink in the empire's armor?"

Cid chuckled before replying, "Let's just say I...may have attempted something similar before." As the vulgar sounds from around resumed, making it difficult to focus, you felt the urge to retreat to the washroom to escape the noise. However, a nagging thought tugged at your mind, causing you to hesitate before making a move.

"Cid—", you interrupted him. "If you believe that Mothercrystals truly are the cause of the Blight—"

"If? You wound me, Y/N", he interjected, cutting off your train of thought before it could fully develop.

"What I'm trying to say is if the powers that be know all of this, why do they sit idle and allow it to continue?", you asked, determined to voice your concerns.

"In case you haven't noticed, the god-fearing people of this realm, and their pious leaders, care for but one thing—themselves. And they'll do whatever it takes to hold on to power. You've witnessed it yourself firsthand...Or have you already forgotten?", Cid retorted, his tone edged with bitterness.

Defeated, you looked down, unable to refute the truth in his words. No, you hadn't forgotten. The memory of your mother's betrayal was etched into your mind, a constant reminder of the ruthlessness of those in power. As a child, you were sheltered from such realities, but that night in Rosalith shattered your innocence, exposing you to the greed and cruelty that ruled this land.

"The rest of us are just a means to an end", Cid continued, his voice heavy with resignation. "The moment you raise your voice against them, you're decried as an outlaw, clapped in irons, and slung in a cell to