Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.
(WOW I’M SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY…. REALLY TERRIBLE I DIDN’T REALLY DO MUCH HOLIDAY-Y STUFF BUT IT WAS STILL KINDA THERE??? SORRY OH GOD
okay. I know that in the Auldrant Calendar translated to the Earth Calendar, technically Asch/Luke’s birthday would be our Christmas. Buuut… I’m gonna take some liberties and make up a new holiday so it’s easier for me to write just these two. From canon, in the year BD 2707 Yulia Jue formed her pact with Lorelei. I’m gonna figure that that’s important to people. Let’s call it Pactmas.)
“Are you sure that you aren’t needed back in Baticul? The people might not be pleased if their princess isn’t at their Pactmas celebration.”
Natalia shook her head and smiled over at the Fon Master, then took a sip of peppermint tea. “Everything will be fine, Fon Master. Besides, it would be improper to not have a representative of Kimlasca visit Daath on Pactmas Eve to hear the Fon Master’s sermon.”
“It wasn’t too long, was it?” the green-haired boy asked, a bit nervously. It was only his second time delivering the speech, not holding memories of his original’s speeches before him.
“No, not at all,” Natalia chirped, setting her teacup down on her saucer. “You did wonderfully, Fon Master. I’m sure even Luke would be able to sit through your sermon. Maybe.”
This brought forth a fit of giggles from Ion, who had been in the process of raising his teacup to his lips. Once he’d regained his composure, he managed to take a drink. Setting his own cup down, Ion turned to reach for one of the cookies on a plate sitting on the table between them. The poor young man suddenly remembered that these were cookies that Natalia had baked and brought for him, and quickly disguised his reaching for one as him raising his hand to his mouth to cough into his sleeve. He’d have to remember to have those removed later—he hoped no one would help themselves to the baked goods.
The two sat together in Ion’s study, sipping tea and talking about anything and everything. Politics, the weather, how nice it would be to spend a holiday in Keterburg (but how neither of them could, due to their duties), how Luke was faring, and just telling each other about themselves while each asked questions about the other. They had never really had a chance to have a one-on-one chat during their travels, and Natalia was glad she was able to have this opportunity. She found that Ion was a delightful conversationalist, and a wonderful friend. In turn, Ion felt a certain kinship with Natalia, both of them being central figures of their respective countries who were almost always in the public eye. He saw her as somewhat of a sisterly figure, one to look up to (figuratively, of course, seeing as he was only an inch shorter than her and thus did not need to look too far up when it came to Natalia—Jade, on the other hand…). They could carry on conversations for hours and hours, and would often meet when neither of them was busy with political business, just to have tea and chat.
Time passed far too quickly in the warm study for either party’s liking, and they both soon realized that it was getting quite late. Natalia was due back in Baticul in the morning, and her coach would certainly have to move quickly if she was to get there on time. Despite her protests of being capable of finding her way out, Ion insisted on walking her to the doors of the cathedral.
After a stiff and formal goodbye that was really only done for political protocol, both Natalia and Ion burst out laughing and wrapped each other in a tight hug, Ion nuzzling Natalia’s shoulder as he leaned his head on it. She smelled like lavender and fresh cotton, and it was comforting to the young Fon Master. Once they parted, Natalia smoothed out the hair at the top of Ion’s head.
“Promise you’ll come pay us a visit in Kimlasca soon?” She asked softly, taking a step back. Ion nodded enthusiastically. “I most definitely will.” He assured her. “I love the sea breezes in Baticul, and it will be so nice to see King Ingobert and Luke again!”
Satisfied with his answer, Natalia climbed into the carriage, poking her head out the window. “Then you’d better bring my late Pactmas present when you do come—yours will be waiting for you in the palace in Baticul!”
As the carriage rolled away, Ion shook his head and smiled softly. He turned to head inside, looking over his shoulder to give the vehicle one last glance.
“Merry Pactmas, Princess Natalia.”