Ancient Pasts - Tbate

Festive Plot

 Cathan Leywin Pov

"Are you sure your plan will work?" Arthur grumbled.

"It will work. No one would suspect a thing." I smirked.

"If it doesn't work, I'm going to kill you for making me wear this." Arthur threatened.

"Is the king of Elenoir complaining about wearing a uniform? Surely you've gotten used to this after being married for twelve years." I teased.

Arthur used static void and glared at me. "Say that in front of others, and I'll reveal why you hate rats."

I let out a gasp and narrowed my eyes on Arthur. "You wouldn't dare."

"Bring it." He taunted as he canceled static void.

I took a deep breath. "Maybe later,"

A few knocks on the door took our attention away from this little quarrel. I walked towards the door and opened it, seeing a maid dragging something.

"Excuse me, General. Commander Virion asked that I bring this to you." A maid stated.

"Alright," I raised a brow but let her drag the box into the room.

"Commander Virion asked that you prepare for your speech in fifteen minutes," the maid bowed and left the room.

"What do you think this is?" I sat down on one of the stools.

"I'm not sure, but knowing the old man, I won't like it." Arthur sighed.

"You're giving me more reason to open it." I chuckled, quickly rushing towards the box.

I opened the box, and what I saw wasn't exactly what I expected. It was a traditional elven robe that Virion and nobles used to wear back in Elenoir.

"I guess that's for you." I handed him the robe.

"Why don't you wear this?" Arthur groaned.

"I already have a uniform," I smirked.

A golden light covered my body, and a few moments later, my casual clothes were now a black military-style uniform with a golden accent. Looking up, I spotted Arthur shaking his head.

"So many years passed, and you still like wearing stuff like that." Arthur sighed.

"Shut it." I snapped.

"Now that I think about it, shouldn't you be doing the speech? You defeated and captured the stronger retainer." Arthur pressed.

"You're older, so it should be you." I waggled my finger.

"Smartass," Arthur clicked his tongue.

Claire Bladeheart Pov

The figure standing in front of me, head tilted ever-so-slightly in scrutiny, wore a lavishly decorated dress of shimmering red. The silky fabric came up just above the base of the neck. The dress fell on the shorter side, stopping a little below my knees.

Red hair flowed down on one side in perfectly organized twirls, matching the red color of the dress. After wearing armor and being covered in blood for months, I couldn't believe that the person standing in front of the mirror was me.

"Is all of this necessary?" I span around to get a full view.

"There's no way I'm letting my best friend go in with a bad dress." Tess huffed.

"Why are they even hosting this event?" I sighed.

"I'm not sure, but my brothers seem to know more than they're letting on." Ellie shrugged.