010? Honestly I Can’t Choose, I Love Them All

Opinion on all the LI’s?

I got themost curious message recently, asking me about the opinion on followingpersons.

Prince Rod:My truthful opinionon him? He is way too soft on his sister. While he is at least taking hislessons serious and tries to not be an embarrassment, his coddling of princessEmelaigne isn’t helping anyone. Outside of that we have no real points ofinteraction.

Klaude AidricRenaldi Mattheus Almonte:The missing prince of Brugantia has a… questionable reputation. I see no reason why someonelike that should be allowed near the princess. While he is a prince of anothercountry and it calls for a… diplomatic handling, there is no way I would lethim anywhere near the crown princess.

ChevalierDu Mont:From what I know, he is a doctor with no sense of business. With a justas questionable character as the foreign prince. Let him do his business byhimself long enough and he’ll be reduced to rags soon enough and relief himselfof any excuse to be near the princess. There is no place in court for beggarsafter all.

Fritz Leverton:The young knight isskilled with the sword, charismatic and his loyalty is unquestioned. Theprincess is quite fond of him, but I have personally no reason to interact withhim privately. He is quite dedicated to do his job and to do it well, which isa nice change from other people I know set on shrinking duties wheneverpossible.

Waltz Cresswell:…the traitor can goand rot in an alley with a slit throat for all I care. I would be quite temptedto do it myself, if I ever get the chance. But I would need to find him first.

Myth angst drabble?

This… became a monster…

And I am not even sure that it counts as Angst. Or is still a drabble. Is something of this size still a drabble?

Despite everyplan made in his mind and prepared in the real world, Myth couldn’t helphimself from searching the princess out after he finally managed to secure aposition inside the palace, barely three months after the rebellion. Even a waybetter position than he had previously hoped to ever achieve, looking at his visiblyyoung age. But then people seemed to have difficulties to really place his ageand he highly doubted that the king would have intentionally put enough trustinto a barely twenty-year-old to name him adviser.

But here hewas, wandering the hallways openly again, the glamour keeping people fromrecognizing him and no (literally) cursed traitor around to educate themotherwise. He would have loved to fell the betrayer, but the onslaught of multipleopponents had been… problematic. Even with the queen being the Bearer, theother side had help by a Bearer as well. At least no one of the opponents hadever learned the value of a good poison or a sneak attack. Well, if they had,he would have more than a few barely healed wounds and still hurting scars.

Well, he wasalive and already working on implementing the return of the queen by being inthe palace and guarding the Crystallum. It wouldn’t do if someone stumbled overit after all. A pity, he couldn’t move it somewhere else.

As it was,gossip around the maids told him quickly where to go. They were pretty keen onavoiding the teen, who was actively sad about the supposed demise of her mother,and exchanged information whenever the princess moved somewhere else.

The gardensweren’t a bad place for introductions. The weather was nice and the royalgardens were beautiful enough that taking a look at them as a newcomer wouldn’tbe too out of place.

She was… surprisinglysmall.

Myth blinkedin surprise at seeing her. Well, she was in her teens and still growing and itwasn’t as if had ever been close to her, so gauging her size had never been onhis mind. But she was looking quite small regarding how scared the servantswere of her, curled up onto herself, looking at a bunch of blooming roses, hiddenby a few hedges.

Knees pulled upto her chin wasn’t quite proper either, especially with her sitting on a bench,but then, who was he to judge? It had taken him a few days to just scratchtogether the will to move through the pain of being wounded and all alone againand he knew the queen was alive, ifnot breathing at the moment.

Maybe he hadmade some kind of noise he wasn’t aware of, but suddenly the girl turned aroundand looked at him, just for a moment a startled expression on her face, beforeit all cut off from her face, promptly jerking into a more proper position.

“Goodafternoon, your Highness. I am Mythros. I just joined your father’s court,” hecalmly introduced himself, bowing and choosing not to comment on what he had justseen.

The princessgave him a cold look. “If father wants something from me, he can tell me sohimself,” she replied coolly.

Well, look atthat. Looked like the king’s ‘disfavour’ for his daughter wasn’t just extravagatedrumours. He kept his smile in place. “Oh, I didn’t speak with him today, yet. Ijust saw you here and thought introductions were in order. I am going to spend most of my time in thepalace after all,” he said, keeping his voice light and body posture untense,to not project any indication of aggression. People could be set off by thestrangest things and there was no reason to agitate her.

There was ashort bout of silence, while she continued to focus him with a cold look fullof scrutiny. Healthy outlook. She didn’t know him after all and he had justintroduced himself as a member of her father’s political court.

“You justintroduced himself. What else do you want?” she finally asked, “No one is stayinglonger than they have to.” Oh really? “Quite rude of them,” he commentedlightly, “Etiquette dedicates to at least bid someone goodbye before leaving.Especially after introductions. Social rules would indicate to wait for beingdischarged, if there is no business to attend to.” And promptly made a point ofnot bidding his goodbyes, still smiling.

The confusionflickering over her face was honest and quickly smothered under self-control. Almostcute how she glared at him. Almost like her mother, but that was like comparinga kitten to a full-grown tiger. And she hadn’t access to her claws yet.

“And you’reoh so nice,” she skewered him with aneven colder look, “Are you really going stand there until I tell you to leave?”Her voice dripped with disbelieve.

Myth decidedon a gamble.

“Your mother wasquite thorough to impress the proper behaviour into me, so I wouldn’t be an embarrassment,if she ever chose to introduce me to court herself.”

The princesshad turned to look at the roses again. At his words, her head whipped aroundback to him.

“You… knewmother?” there was something strange in her voice and it suddenly occurred toMyth that with Waltz gone from the picture, the king distant and the servantsterrified, there would have been no one at all willing to get close to her.

“She was myteacher. When I was a bit younger than you know, she took a look at me anddecided that I was worth some of her time,” he replied, making sure to keep hisvoice calm and even. There was no reason to agitate her. No reason to scare hereither. And if he was the one to tell her, when everyone else was so insistenton keeping her ignorant…

The princessfrowned. “A teacher for what? What was mother teaching you, that she couldn’tjust hand over to others?”

Stepping abit closer, so the hedges would completely hide him from view of servants passingby, Myth laid a hand onto the stone restricting the water of a fountain. Asmall push and glittering ice started to spread in patterns, stretching awayfrom his hand and reaching the water, creating a glittering sheet of ice.

“Your mother,princess, was teaching me magic.”

Oh, how easyit had been in the end, to gain her trust. And he didn’t need to weave lies either!Just wording the information carefully.

“Oh, yes, therehad been another apprentice, but he ran off, no idea, where he is.”

And it wasall the king’s fault! It would have been so much more difficult, if he couldsee past hair colour and talk withhis daughter.

As it was, hedid not, kept his distance, eyes sad, but also fearful and when he finally gotover himself, worry joined the fear, etching itself into his face with frownsand heavy thoughts, because -oh the surprise- his daughter did not miraculouslyforget him ignoring her very existence for months without end.

On anothermatter, Myth had managed to establish himself in court, starting to slip hisown twist of things into decisions made or not made. It was ridiculous how trustingthe king was towards him. Did the man even remember that a year ago some ofthese people had haggled with the queen and he hadn’t even been here for a fullyear?

Or maybe itsimply never occurred to him that people may have taken advantage of the queen’srule to further their own power. If he was informed right, the late king hadn’tallowed the monarch much involvement before his death. The man had waited witharranging a ball for his son until the back then Crown Prince was twenty! Twoyears after reaching majority!

Well, heshould count himself lucky that the man was more inexperienced than incompetent.But some of the noises in court regarding the princess… Some wanted her in somefar away estate and for the king to remarry for a ‘proper’ heir. Just his luckthat the king was still pinning after his ‘true love’. No risk there then fornow.

Something theprincess asked most for when they were alone (mostly hidden by the hedges ofthe gardens) were displays of magic.

Myth obliged,because a familiarity with magic wasn’t a bad thing for the future Bearer. Itwouldn’t do for her to be scared of her own skills.

Small sculpturesof ice, all sharp edges and pointy ends, glittering in the sun light. Thornyvines grabbing a tree trunk as if choking the live out of it and crumbling toashes, leaving deep gorges in the bark. Mist rolling together into forms foolingthe mind, by looking similar to forms that may trick the eyes…

It was precious how fascinated she was byeverything. How she lit up at the spark of magics, eager to see more. And itwas their secret.

Theirs alone.

There wouldbe no problem resurrecting his queen, it seemed.

Hell knew,what Alcaster was trying to pull by assigning a guard do to the princess.Especially his own son. Not that there was any doubt about the young man’sskills, but a father assigning his own son to spend time around the crownprincess?

Please, whydidn’t the man put up placates proclaiming his intentions of playing matchmaker?

Fritzgeraldwas… friendly. Genuinely so. It was baffling.

He was alsodutiful and just as easy to drive off like holding a bone and trying to driveaway a starved dog.

He was alsopolite and almost impossible to ditch, despite the princess being known for notleaving the palace.

The new presencehad the side effect his familiarity with the princess being ‘discovered’.

Not that theyhad tried to hide it. They just…tended to visit the gardens at the same time and weren’t even hiding that. Whenpeople were too blind to pay attention that wasn’t their fault.

But no oneseemed to know what to make from it, especially the king, who suddenly gotsmacked into his face that -yes- his daughter was willing to spend time with atleast one living person. It had also had the consequence that he was promptlydelegated to be the go between to the man and his daughter.

Oh, how blindthe man was… Myth wondered what his face would be like, when he learned of thefull story behind everything.

There was apainting of the queen in the hallway. It was surprising that no one had takenit down, yet, but maybe the king simply didn’t want to explain to his daughter thereasons for that.

As it was,the cold green eyes looked down at him and he found himself wondering. Whatwould be his reward in the end? She had promised to reward him…

He took inthe way he hair fell into her face and framed it and how her eyes werecuttingly cold.

“It’s apretty painting, isn’t it?” the princess asked next to him and he turned tolook at her, watching her hair move in a breeze trailing through the hallway. Goldeneyes turned to him, looking at him -and only him, wasn’t that strange?- and hesmiled. “Yes. It’s really a good sight,” he told the just sixteen-year-old,taking in how her lips twitched for a moment, as if she was fighting back a smile.

How curious…was that really due to him?

Court wasalways moving. Someone gained money, lost it, gained favour, fortune, influenceand wasted it on lies and pretending to be saints.

Always movingit was not always clear, who was sending which messenger, but the messengers alwaysknew who they needed to talk to and how. And in this case beyond closed doors.

A quite luckycase for him, he noted, taking in the mangled body and how the blood had splattered.His self-control seemed to have loosened. He hadn’t even taken the time for properinterrogations. Myth pondered how to best dispose of the remains, beforedeciding to move the parts closer together and keep the door looked via magicuntil dusk. Some empty bottles of fine a bit too close to the fireplace, justnext to the body and there shouldn’t be too many questions.

And while thecould go and run around trying to identify the man, he would have the time tolook into who may be stupid enough to think he could be pressured or bribed intoharming his precious princess. That wouldn’t do at all.

The palacewas still reeling from the fire and the dead body weeks later, when the kingannounced the newest hair-raising decision.

Myth ponderedwhat to do for a few days. The king knewhe had found the right woman, a widow now herself, with children of her own.

Arranging anaccident now would be… high profile, even with magic.

The girl hadno place in court, open and cheery and way too easily manipulated. The nobleswouldn’t like her, but love her easy to control mindset. Show her one personhurt by a law and she would forget how the laws befitted the wider population.But the peasants would love her…

The boy was almostlaughable easy to deal with. Myth wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Huntingthe witch down that cursed him gave him somany juicy details he promptly proceeded to share with his princess. Encroachingonto her space permanently, just toimpress one little peasant girl? They would never be friends…

Well, he couldstill arrange for something, if it proved necessary. Too many deaths closetogether would be suspicious…

The weddingwas a grand thing, like any official royal event.

The bride waseven pretty nice to look at.

The CrownPrincess was sixteen, growing into her body and looking just as breath taking,dress carefully tailored to not outshine the bride.

Emelaigne wasnot even looking half as regal, no matter how pretty her dress was. But then,her tutor for etiquette had met a very… unfortunate end by falling down astaircase (not that anyone had told the girl that) and as such there had beenno one to instruct her on proper behaviour. As such, she chattered away with noblegirls her age, not even noticing or knowing how much of an embarrassment shewas.

She didn’t evenhave the self-control to at least pretend to not be trying to look atFritzgerald whenever possible.

Well, it wasn’tas if he had much room to talk there, he could admit that much to himself. Hestill made sure to get a good look at the king’s face when the man saw himdancing with his daughter, twirling her around skilfully to the music among theother couples, revelling in the way how he got to hold her close.

It was a deliciouslook. The man almost stumbled over his own feet. Pity, that the other nobleshad been too dumbfounded by the sight of the ice princess dancing, to catch sightof the scene.

And the kingdidn’t want to make a scene at his own wedding and let it be.

A few moremonths passed and a new routine slowly settled in with the new addition to thepalace life. Myth wasn’t that enthusiastic about it. The new princess was stubbornlytrying to befriend her stepsister and seemed to have decided that he was theperfect person to get information about what she liked.

How to tell achatterbox that a person liked quiet company…

Pity that shewasn’t the mute one. Her brother knew at least some manners.

But then shewas so dense and naive, that the nobles weren’t really keen on her becoming crownprincess at all anymore, no matter how easily influenced she was. Just as well.Kept him from needing to get rid of more people, to keep the coast clear for hisprincess. No need to let rivalries fester after all.

As it was,they would need to live with their meetings getting interrupted by Fritz, whowas still set on the fact that she needed protection inside the palace, Emelaigne,who tried to befriend them and Fritz at the same time, and Rod, who wastrailing after his sister.

Myth reallydidn’t like how they intruded onto his time with his princess. She was his. Even if the queen would never allowit…

Strange, howhe hadn’t thought about her in some time…

His princess becameseventeen and the king, encouraged by his daughter suffering through thecompany of the new family members, tried to involve himself again by throwingher a party.

Myth took noteof the different young male nobles attending, strutting around like peacock,decked out in fancy clothing and made their introductions.

Mentally hestarted making a list, adding a name whenever eyes trailed lower than hisprincess face.

Death… wouldbe too attention grabbing. The list was getting too long for that. But a brush with death? Just a scare and a fewscars? No one died, no attention…

And maybe afew rumours about whores, illegal doings and a few other things… there wasalways some dirt to dig up.

Well, outsideof the guy daring to push himself into her personal space like that, afterhaving the gall to get drunk halfway through.

He rescuedhis princess from the trash and made sure that he was looked up in a room faraway from the festivities.

The kiss shestole from him just before retiring for the night was… surprising. Elating.

…Addicting.

She was his. And his alone!

The screamswhen the maids found a mangled body in the kennels of the hunting dogs was musicto his ears.

The king wasat least not completely blind, going from the looks the man threw him when hethought Myth wasn’t noticing it.

Thoughtfuland worried at the same time the man seemed to weight something.

Weeks passedwith the man not doing anything at all and truthfully, Myth was not sure, whatto do, if the man proved problematic. It was difficult to dispose of a king,especially of one well liked. Startling his horse during his parades would beeasy enough, but that wouldn’t ensure that he fell and broke his neck.

And the mankept doing nothing! Not even talking to anyone!

The eighteenthbirthday slowly crawled closer and Myth was… not sure what to feel.

The princesshad learned about what her mother been years ago -also about the possibility offreeing her- but they had never really talked about her role in the war. AndMyth really liked the kisses andhaving attention all to himself…

And then onemorning he woke up and his precious princess was gone!

Gone from him,from the palace and no one was remembering her!

He didn’tcount the worried looks he got thrown, tearing through the hallway without talkingto anyone before settling in the garden where they normally met.

Only Fritzand Emelaigne were there.

That wouldn’tdo.

Someone was going to suffer.

Days passed. Weeks passed and he couldn’t find her!

It wasdifficult enough to control himself, when people called Emelaigne crownprincess. The ball was an insult in itself and he made sure, to dispose of thenew tutor as well, just like the second one got caught up in an unfortunateaccident. The third one was left alone, but it had been calming to let some ofthe pressure bleed of.

And thenthere was suddenly a red headed maid with Emelaigne at the garden space and Mythhad been so surprised by it andEmelaigne -sweet, obvious, naive Emelaigne- had been surprised and ecstaticthat the two knew each other.

Myth took inthe wide-eyed look of the prince and knew he couldn’t allow the boy to leavethe palace with this information. Tragic, but accidents happen.

Well… hesurvived the fall from the staircase. Keeping him from waking up then.Everything else would be too obvious.

The drama ofthe accident was -ironically- enough to push the ball closer, people pushing tofurther the line of succession with only Emelaigne left and no other alternatives.

The girl was slowlybreaking under the pressure, but that wasn’t his problem. Emelaigne occupied bythe preparations allowed him more time with his princess, who told him allabout what happened.

The LucisBearer, Delora and the traitor thought, they could lay hand on his princess?

Time to… dealwith them.

With care.

The ballhappened a week before Lucette’s eighteenth birthday and Alcaster proved to bethe person trying to wrench the throne from the rightful bloodline.

Myth slippedaway with Lucette, her father stubbornly trying to do the ‘right thing’ and ‘honour’.

A week of hiding,of being alone with her and all the sinful pleasures he got her to give in to…

He wouldn’tgive that up. Not even for his queen.

And, oh, hissweet princess agreed… and she would be queen one day as well. He should startcalling her by the title.

Time to adjustplans even further.

Mind runninghigh, Myth started ‘leaking’ information.

On the dawningof her eighteenth birthday they sneaked into the secret passage to where theCrystallum was hiding.

Oh, if his princessknew of all the things he had arranged.

He madehimself scarce during the freeing and made sure that every other pawn wouldmeet their timely end.

Hildyr dealt withAlcaster quickly enough, three hours into her resurrection, not even sparing aglance at her late husband beheaded in front of the throne, whose blood wasfresh enough that the beheading was quite recent.

Alcaster musthave thought that would endear him to his queen.

The queenstruck Alcaster down, just in time for Delora, the other Bearer and the traitorto turn up -the later still cursed to his delight- and he made a show ofstepping out of the shadows and taking the glamour of, letting them shout andflail and magic clash- and fail.

He wanted tolaugh at the sight of their faces crumble when they noticed.

The witchdown and fading, the fairy dying as well and the traitor staring at him, redeyes wide and terrified and trying to scramble away from him in fear, when hestepped closer.

When he wasthe only one alive, Myth made his next move.

Hildyr neversaw the icicle killing her.

And Waltzdidn’t get to ask questions about anything either.

Looking atthe mess the throne room was, Myth let out a sight. There was a clean-upnecessary.

But first hewould need to look for his princess.

The coronationto place three weeks after her birthday, her face impassive and stoic.

Myth smiled,standing right next to her, not having bothered to reapply the glamour, throwingpeople in for a loop.

Emelaigne wasclinging to Fritz and her mother, the woman looking pale, eyes empty. No dangerfrom there.

Rod had fadedaway just before the birthday; his curse having caught up with him.

There were afew people coming out of the woodwork already, trying to gain favours. Well, atleast the prince of Brugundia was easy to deal with. One broken curse for animproved political connection was good enough, especially with the recenttumult in the politics.

Well, at leastthe nobles couldn’t haunt his queen about the line of succession.

Not thatanyone had dared to comment, when the first orders for the preparations of a weddinghad gone out.

Myth x Lucette "050. Breaking the Rules" dabble?

050 - Breaking the Rules

There were many rules applying to a princess. Social ones, etiquette and sometimes simply expectations about how a princess currently had to behave. There were always witnesses for behavior. Family, servants, chaperons or maybe even guests.

Currently there was no one outside of Myth. And the level of freedom that added to their interaction was exhilerating like the first time she had channeld magic freely in an appropriate open space.

There were no roaming hands or deep kisses belonging into back alleys. Lucette was no fan of there things. But despite everything Myth was clingly and just like herself loved to be close enough to her for touch. Holding each other. Being closer than was approopriate. Kisses were a rare thing, both were not quite sure how to add to their current relationship.

But both needed the touch. The contact. No matter the rules, expectations or opinions. Touch made it real, where words were simply lacking.

And Lucette would willingly break many kinds of rules to keep that assurance that everything between them was real.

57 pls

And here is it. ^^

057 - Sacrifice

Somesacrifices were necessary. Myth knew that. Prepared for that, even. But it wasstill a pity that with the traitor’s involvement the princess was useless forhis plans. It would need threats instead of negotiation, now, to free thequeen.

Alcasterhad been a sacrifice from the beginning, the man way too greedy to accept his placewasn’t on the throne. Fritz was way too… genuine with his loyalty to duty and crownto accept the princess being sacrificed. But then Myth didn’t even know, whatthe queen would do with her child in the end.

The kingwas a readily sacrificed pawn in his game. Too idealistic. Too stubborn to justlay down after tasting the freedom the queen’s absence offered him.

What Mythhadn’t expected was the readiness with which the queen sacrificed him.

Myth scolding Genaro for his bad parenting?

This takes place in the Fritz Route, after Hildyr got freed.

Myth wantedto sigh when he felt yet another pull at his spell controlling the king. The spell’sworkings were easy enough. Cut the connection where mind interacted with body andput the body either on remote control or let it follow a set routine.

It had the advantagethat he didn’t need to micro manage the king into doing the basic things ofkeeping himself alive. If there was food placed in front of him, he would eatit. At specific points in time he would move to the dining room, his sleepingquarters, the throne room or where ever Myth directed him to.

“Why do youeven keep trying to get control back? It wouldn’t help you anything. Not evenimprove your situation!” he glared at the man and felt the man’s mind reel, surprisinglydefiant looking how passive he had always been. And angry. Myth wanted tolaugh.

“Oh,blaming the witches on everything again? Do you really think it’s my fault? Sure, I guarded the Tenebrarumand showed the princess where it was, but I didn’t force her into freeing hermother. She still believed what she knew. Her mother loved her. You don’t care.You have more important things to take care of and direct your attention to,”Myth smiled at the way the mind recoiled, making it much less tasking to reinstatefull control, but well… a little gloating was allowed.

“It was so easy in comparison to how difficultit would have been, if you had botheredwith her, you know? But after you had ignored her for months? You couldn’t havemade it much easier for me. And then pretending it never happened and giving up so easily again!” The mind reeled, projectingmisery and guilt.

“It all happenedbecause of you. Because you feared the tantrum of a witch, who hadn’t evengrown into her powers yet. Imagine it: One day to tell her the truth, a fewdays -maybe weeks- to let her calm down and then? No more hiding, no more lies,no more secrets… But no- you wanted to be done with this part of your live. Andthis decision made the part come right back.”

Leaningback in his seat, Myth closed his eyes, basking in the fury, guilt and miserythe king was throwing against the ropes of the spell.

“Are youeven aware that Hildyr will most likely kill you, if you break that spell?” Onelast struggle- nothing. Myth smiled, showing teeth and feeling utterly elated.

It was so nice to be on the winning side.

Your writing is veeery good. Thank you for creating all this content. Can I request Myth interacting with young Lucette? Like, before the rebellion.

Take some story time.^^

If anyone wonders, the tale Myth starts telling is taken from the game “Kingdomd of Amalur: The Reckoning”. There are multiple tales in it, this one is the start of the one called “The Fading Of The Fae”.

The ten-year-oldwas looking at him curiously from her place at the floor in front of themakeshift puppet stage Waltz seemed to try to hide behind. “Princess,” he bowedstiffly to the girl and then glared at the boy trying to make himselfdisappear. “This is what you do, when you’re supposed to be studying?”

“W-Well,” Waltzchuckled awkwardly and forcefully, glancing at the door as if he was judgingthe time, he would need to reach it and flee successfully, “What are you doinghere, Myth?” “You didn’t put the books back. I got the allowance to get out ofyou where they are. That involved hunting you down in the first place. Does thequeen know what you’re doing?”

“It’s a secret!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully, “Youlearn together with Waltz? Can you also do tricks? Waltz can make flowersappear!” Big golden eyes peered at him. With her head slightly tilted the smallgirl looked… kind of cute.

“Secret?”he asked flatly, “Flowers?” “And we make dolls together and come up with storiesand he is really got at telling stories.”

“Stories?”he raised an unimpressed brow Waltz, “You do this instead of-?” “Don’t tellmother, please?” Myth starred at the girl. “What?”

“Don’t tellmother, please? I like having more company than my dolls and the maids areforbidden from playing with me and mother is barely there…” a pleading gaze methis eyes “You can stay as well!”

Silence. “What?I have no time to-” the golden eyes seemed to get a bit watery. For a momentfaces seemed to overlay, golden eyes darkening a bit, face morphing into a toddlerpeering at him, reaching for him. He forced the feeling away, before it couldgrab him. He starred silently at the girl. “And what would I be doing here?” hefinally asked coolly.

“Oh, Waltzand I come up with stories to tell each other. These Fairytales are boring andalways following the same pattern. So we come up with new stuff. Do you knowany stories to tell?”

He triedglaring at Waltz, who was still looking at him, but not looking outrightterrified anymore.

“I…”curious eyes looked at him. Hopeful and waiting. “I guess, I know a few fewerknown ones…” he finally sighted and the small girl let out a delighted aroundand suddenly he got pulled down to where she was sitting. “Tell, tell, tell!”The girl stilled and then looked over to the stage. “Is it something that couldbe played as well?”

“Ah… I doubtyou have the fitting things here…” Myth started and looked around for a moment.In the end the girl settled down comfortably anyway and looked at him. Mythalmost flinched when Waltz sat down as well, looking just as curious.

Myth took abreath and started talking, remembering dark evenings and a dark voice wistfullyrecalling old stories from memory.

“They were the harbingers of the Fall, theseChildren of Dust…and they lit the forest with their fires, and then split it with their blades.We crept back, shapeless in the darkness, silent in the trees. But shadows are few in this age of mortals. The light beckons…”

It was along tale and he was barely halfway through when he felt a weight against hisside and trailed of. The princess had fallen asleep and cuddled up to him,Waltz giving him a bright smile and then got up, coming back with a blanket.

Myth lookedat the sleeping girl snuggled into his side and tried to drown away thememories of a dark-haired toddler doing the same years ago.

This is the Secret Santa gift I received on the Discord server, where some CP fans came together and decided to participate in a Secret Santa. I love the gift very much and how could I not add it to this collection of Myth fanwork.^^

He didn’t need a gift; her smile was all that mattered.

My Secret Santa gift to Verona-mira. I hope you like it! The prompt was redeemed Myth getting roped into a Marchen Christmas Celebration. It’s about 1k words and Myth/Lucette!

Weiterlesen

how do you think a myth route would go, if it was canon?

Well…

Starting atthe beginning, I don’t think the prologue would change much, at most maybe thechoice to talk with Mythros a bit more than the short greeting in the hallway. Iguess the real first bigger change would happen in the Marchen, when you’resupposed to make a choice, who to ask for help.

In Fritz’sroute Lucette doesn’t ask anyone, but still ponders how to break her curse. Icould see her start doubting that Delora even spoke the truth about thebreaking conditions of the course, together with the trustworthiness of theother Marchen inhabitants. They trust Delora after all and Delora cursed her.

Resulting fromthe distrust she may strife to leave the Marchen more often, to get away frompeople, even without any protection -be it via magic or by having a bodyguard-and people are looking for her.

Someone mayapproach her -Myth has a big reward out for her- or maybe Fritz stumbles overher or maybe it gets late one time and Varg finds her. Or maybe she ends upnear the palace and Genaro sees her for some reason and gets scared, becauseshe does look like Hildyr and fromafar…

It would beenough for Myth to take a personal look at the surroundings.

In any caseLucette would learn pretty quickly that Myth has magic, because he remembersher. And also notice quickly that he is a witch, because a fairy wouldn’t behiding and you would need to have a good reason to hide being cursed.

Maybe hepretends that he is in the palace to prevent racism via laws by sabotaging them,maybe he finds another excuse for being at the palace. Maybe he even mentionsher mother to establish himself as more willing to share information than the peopleat the Marchen.

Despitethat Lucette may still need to return to the March at times. Parfait is abearer and still much stronger than Myth and Myth can’t afford being unmaskedas a witch.

Maybe heoffers her a fake job as an excuse to get her out of the palace. As a princessshe is educated after all. (Secretary, translator for something, administration,take your pick, in any case better than sweeping floors.)

Lucettewould maybe learn more of the Witch Hunts than of the Great War, interact withmore witches -Myth would have needed to be in contact with many of them to gettheir assistance in Rumpel’s route- and getting taken seriously instead ofgetting pestered about good deeds may even calm Lucette down a bit.

Being inMyth’s company would be an excuse to enter the palace as well and the two woulddefinitely have quite some time to talk. Maybe Emelaigne would start playing a biggerroll as well, I can see her being pretty interested into a new face at the palaceshe could talk to.

I couldimagine that Varg would also be present regularly and Myth may twist his reasonfor cursing Fritz a bit, as in it being better than the alternatives Alcastercould have done.

Myth wouldsurely also have a way to deal with Alcaster (I can imagine him poisoning theman or simply letting evidence be found after removing evidence pointing athimself. Or he pulls something similar as in Rod’s route.)

Improvementsin a relationship with him may be done by acknowledging that he has quite theskill with magic. Or simply not comparing him with Waltz. Seeing him as a talentedindividual may also help there. Getting this kind of positive attention mayvery well be what makes him split from Hildyr in the end. Maybe he puts Fritzinto a coma to keep Varg from drowning Fritz’s personality, maybe the two mergeand the curse breaks.

In a goodending… well, if they get together, people would in any case learn of him havingmagic, which would result in less hiding. He may simply claim he hid it toguard the Tenebrarum better. People may have panicked and tried to dispose ofthe late queen sleeping inside, destroying the crystal in the process. And theking was openly unapproving of witches, which may play a part as well.

In the badending… a lot of people die, I would say. Hildyr gets free. I don’t know if shewould kill Myth for his involvement with Lucette or if she would do somethingelse. Maybe Lucette ends up willingly following her mother’s lead once more,having learned what people did to the witches just for fearing them doing thehunts and remembering what people were like to her, when she didn’t even havepowers.

Or maybe Hildyrgets free in both endings. Maybe they double cross and dispose of her in publicto make sure no one doubts Myth’s loyalty despite having been her apprentice. Inthe bad ending as the ice queen, distrustful of human goodwill and unforgivingto people. Maybe there is a choice for her, to take the throne by force andmake herself queen by force, fighting and winning against the people of the Marchen.In the good ending she would let everything get sorted out and maybe even letit go piece by piece, having learned about human and magical evil.

I would atleast guess that we would see a lot more story about the War and the Hunt, Hildyrand magic in general.

Myth and Lucette sibling like interactions please?

I wasn’t quite sure what to write on the matter, but in the end I went for ‘older sibling being stuck with supervising a younger sibling‘

Myth wasn’tsure what was happening right now. He had just been looking for a quiet placeto study and the garden seemed like a good choice! It was a warm day, but too cloudyto be nice and people were fearing the rain and so they were trying to stay inside.And no one ever thought about looking up, so climbing onto the tree had madethe whole situation even safer.

He hadn’texpected the maybe ten-year-old princess to be hiding between the hedges and-after having seen him climb up- trying to follow him in a similar way. Notwanting to risk his queen’s wrath he had grabbed her and pulled her up, whenshe slipped.

“Alright,princess, you managed to follow me,” he admitted calmly, forcing back aheadache at seeing the girl smirking triumphantly. “But do you also know how toclimb down?”

The smileslipped and the girl glanced down, before looking back at him.

“…help?” sheasked quietly and Myth was sure, somewhere, someone was laughing at him. And lettingher stay up here to learn her lesson would displease his queen…

Letting outa sight, he resigned himself to be unable to study for until he managed tofoster the girl off onto someone else. Beware her climbing up another tree andbeing stuck up there again and being too prideful to ask someone else for help.

More Myth x Lucette? "053. Keeping a Secret" Your writing and this ship is just *squee*!!!!

053 - Keeping a Secret

Keeping a secret was easy, if there was no one to share it with. Myth had always made sure that his secrets were all his own. No witnesses to his magic. No one seeing through his glamour.

But this, this was a different kind of secret. A delicate game of hide and seek, right under the nose of the Lucis bearer, the traitor, the king and Alcaster.

Not that he was much better than the traitor now. And even for the same reason.

He had never been so relieved to have been able to convince the princess to keep quiet about his magic (he had needed to show her the Crystallum for that) than when she had revealed herself to him, through the glamour the fairy bearer had cast.

The in a maid outfit was scandalous. And amusing. Not that he would ever admit that to her face. Just because she was much more stable about her favour than her mother didn't mean he needed to risk her goodwill.

And she was letting him close enough, to run his fingers through her hair, trusting him to keep Alcaster in check and Varg on a leash. She hadn't been happy about the curse, but it was better than letting the knight disappear, just because Alcaster was an idiot.

And they even had a good alibi already thought up for him as well. The king was letting of regular rants about witches after all. The late queen was visibly enclosed in the crystal and the fairy leader may not want to keep that a secret and they didn't need to lead revenge seekers straight to the Tenebrarum.

Only revealing his identity just before the birthday would be much safer than giving stupid humans a chance to damage the crystal in panic at seeing Hildyr.

A pity that most of these secrets would come out soon.