A Dance For Their Greedy Hearts

A Dance For Their Greedy Hearts

(Commission)

The prompt given by the client: I want an Anastasia-centered story where Subaru is in dire need of her help.

The following is what I came up with:

Eclipsed by the grand hall, the treaty of Shudrak was finalized and signed by both the grand council of wise men in the presence of the five royal candidates and their camps, as well as, Vincent Vollachia, the recently re-crowned Emperor of the sacred Empire of his family name. A treaty for peace, between the two most prideful and stubborn nations in this broken world, coming together via efforts of one Priscilla Barielle and her camp with the help of the surprising addition of Natsuki Subaru, the commoner knight.

Instead of celebrating this grand vote for peace, no one noticed the fracturing his involvement had caused to the Emilia camp. Instead of being happy for their camp's member helping make this historic treaty possible, the Emilia camp seemed more content with staying away from him rather than talking which left him all alone as the delegates and nobles of each country danced and feasted around the ceremony. One Western candidate decides to play the charity card... and for this once, it's free of charge.

A distinct chatter filled the air inside the massive hall. Swept in golden decorations and the greatest of feasts stretching out on neatly folded tables all across the area. The sight was befitting of an event that surpassed no other. A massive fulfilling ceremony for the hundreds of present nobility throughout the hall. It was an anniversary of happiness.

"Hmm~ Such a luxurious event! This makes a gal from the west feel inadequate a bunch!" Heavily accented yet smooth as a jingle on an arbitrary bell, the musing of one purple-haired maiden could be heard from a certain place on the hall's grounds.

Dressed in the finest of fluffy clothing that assessed her Kararagian identity, the lady strutted with confidence over the grand carpet stretching across the room.

"This place is a different one from when the selection started as well, ain't it, Julius~?" She asked the young man currently hanging to her arm with a relaxed yet firm posture, as should any great knight like hers.

"Indeed, Anastasia-sama," the charming knight answered, revealing the woman's identity with courtesy and smoothness. "The delegates needed a bigger space than the royal hall to commemorate such an outstanding treaty with everyone from both sides being present. It's a historic moment for us all."

The musing westerner hummed with a raised brow toward the man hanging to her side while they walked through the room.

"Ya seem to be lovin' all of this, Julius-kun. Don't forget that this still puts my cause in jeopardy."

Hearing her warning tone, the young man silently bowed his head while walking at the same pace as his mistress. "Allow me to apologize, Anastasia-sama. I didn't forget."

"Yeah, yeah. Ye'r a history nut and all o' that," the fur-wearing royal played off with a smile. "I wouldn't expect any of the others to cast their worries away, but like me, I do believe they see how deservin' of praise this achievement is."

"You mean the other candidates, Anastasia-sama?" The knight spoke, keeping his eyes ahead of his lady's.

"Course~! They're our friendly competition, Julius-kun." The young lady held a smile filled with spirit as she continued traversing through the ceremonious crowd of lords and wives dressed in their own kingdoms' traditional clothing. "Besides, this has just opened up opportunities that we can use."