She had led him through the halls. He always enjoyed walking through Stigma’s castle. It definitely was different from walking through the halls of the Dalmascan Castle in Rabanastre or even through the less sophisticated palace/giant house-like building of Archadia. Yes, truly the Castle of Stigma was something of an elegant and rather beautiful design. Even the people around were more friendly than Wesley had been used to. Maybe it was cause Nadeline was leading him or maybe they caught wind of their engagement. Whichever the case, Wesley didn’t mind. The happier, the better is what he thought about that.
When the two of them arrived to her room, Wesley first took notice of the light colors, whether they were blue, gold, or white itself. The room really had a feminine charm to it, but also with royal class. Truly, Wesley was in the room of a princess. It was much better suitable for her than the rooms, while big for the location they are in, of the Ifrit. Instantly as they walked in, Wesley saw the maids around. Nadeline would sit down and prompt Wesley to join her. He would and the maids would proceed to pour tea into two cups that were elaborately designed as Wesley would eye them briefly. Proceeding that, the maids stood in a horizontal, straight line. Nadeline would request they leave as she wanted privacy with Wesley. Each would honor the request and one-by-one, they bowed and left the room, with the last two closing the door.
As sat down next to Nadeline, he would take his tea and take a single sip of it, letting the warmness of the liquid infused with the sweetness of the sugar and the almost milk-like quality to the cream just resonate with his taste buds. He would sip once more just to relive that wonderful sensation. As he took his second sip, he placed the cup on the plate to which it was on previously. That’s when Nadeline began to speak about why she wanted privacy with him. It seemed that, according to what she said, Lorenzo liked him. Wesley knew that, but he had a funny way of showing it. Knocking him unconscious was not a clear way to say that he likes Wesley.
When Wesley would listen to Nadeline, she would further state that when he was knocked out, Nadeline and her parents discussed her future with Wesley. This definitely was an eye-opener for sure. From what she said thereafter, they talked about how Grant would be the next in line to rule Rozarria after Reia. That made Wesley instantly think about Savayna and how the council would go for that. Regardless, what Nadeline said next really shocked him, but in a good way. The plan for Nadeline, it seemed, was after everything with Zodiark and all that stuff was finished, she would return to Dalmasca with Wesley. Inside, Wesley was jumping up and down, doing a lot of mental ‘YES! YES! YES!’, but on the outside, he was surprised, but happy. Though, now Wesley was thinking about his sister. Of course, she was just a fill-in queen until the time came that Wesley was ready to take the throne of Dalmasca.
After taking a moment to take it all in, Wesley took Nadeline’s hands.
“If this is truly what you wish, then who am I to say no.” He smiled, looking into her eyes.
Grant led Savayna to his room and the walk there was quiet for the most part. There were some words exchanged here and there, but it was definitely silent-ish. When they got to his room, Savayna let out a low whistle. It definitely wasn’t lacking in the rich aspect. Savayna was surprised that she was surprised. She shouldn’t be. Even before her and Grant got close, he always displayed such a royalty swag. So, Savayna just doesn’t understand why she’s at all surprised at that.
When she looked around, the first thing she would notice was the big painting of what it seemed to be a family. Obviously since it was in Grant’s room, it was of his family. He would then confirm that by saying that it was his family. She would notice the little boy with a rather unpleasant expression. She didn’t even need to ask him cause she knew that was little Grant.
“You sure were cute as a little kid.” She just couldn’t help herself. She would do as he did and sit in one of the chairs next to him. She would shift in hers to face him. Though, she briefly looked to the painting, but more specifically at his mother.
“Your mother’s very beautiful.” She said as she smiled and her eyes trailed back to him.
Jaakuna can’t say that he wasn’t shocked. He half-expected Justine to call him a stupid young man or just flat out say that she didn’t care about anything he had to say or how happy Emiri made him, but nope. She didn’t say any of that. She hardly said anything. She merely said sure to the request that Jaakuna made of him, her, Emiri, and Andre sitting down and talking everything out. She would mention something about Karolina and twenty-five years ago. Jaakuna wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she would then ask him how old he was. He saw a gentle smile grace her face. If Jaakuna hadn’t known any better, he actually saw a nice lady underneath that smile.
“I am twenty-six years of age.” He replied, not sure what else to say at this point.
To say that Hamut wasn’t happy was an understatement. After everything he tried to do with Jaakuna and all of his friends and then to Simon, it was just a bunch of shit he didn’t want to happen. He would have never expected that Vincent, of all people, would show Jaakuna and his friends mercy. Hamut would overturn that clearing of all charges for them if it wasn’t for the fact that everyone within Archadia’s known reach hadn’t already heard of it. Even still, as of an hour ago, Vincent was officially dethroned, and that’s good for Hamut. The coordination of Archadia’s new Emperor was about to begin, and as Hamut as well as Vincent, Levi, Francis, and Isaiah, all were present in the
Grand Cathedral.
As they all stood all side-by-side on the
inside of the Grand Cathedral, specifically the Prayer/Crowning Room, the
Grand Magister of Archadia appeared before Roman, who was seated in a chair laced with the emblem of Arhadia. The Grand Magister held the
crown upon a velvet red pillow with gold lase and tassels hanging from each corner. Engraved into the center of the pillow was the emblem of the Darcone House inside the Sigil of the Archadian Empire.. As he appeared behind Roman, the Grand Magister would speak.
“Judges of the Court, Noblemen, relatives, and citizens, we are all gathered here to commemorate the dawning of a new era, and the crowning of our new Emperor, Roman Vahe Darcone, eldest son of our beloved, Simon Darcone. His status as bastard has thus been cleared and he is of royalty now.” The Grand Magister said, lowering the crown upon Roman’s head slowly.
“With this crown, you shall follow in the steps of your father and his father before him. You will live your legacy as a proud member of the Darcone house. With this crown, Roman Vahe Darcone, you are pronounced Emperor and leader of the Archadian Empire.”And with that, the crown was firmly and gently placed upon his head and everyone stood up and clapped and cheered.