Mr. & Mrs Meropide

Chapter Fourteen: Where It All Went Wrong

The weekend had finally arrived, and the day of the much-anticipated trip to Elynas dawned bright and clear. Wriothesley stood at the Aquabus station, his usual stern demeanor softened by the genuine excitement he felt. He hadn't taken time off in what felt like years, and the prospect of spending the day with Clorinde, away from the fortress, had put him in an unusually good mood. He had dressed casually but still elegantly, opting for a tailored shirt and well-fitted trousers that gave him a relaxed yet put-together appearance. Although he left his usual combat gear behind, he carried his Vision—a constant companion that made him feel secure enough without the need for additional weaponry.

Clorinde arrived shortly after, her usual stoic expression replaced with a faint but genuine smile as she approached him. She too had chosen a casual yet refined outfit, wearing a stylish blouse paired with sleek, fitted pants that allowed her to move freely. Despite the relaxed setting, she hadn't completely let her guard down. A small, elegant black bag hung from her shoulder, containing all the necessities for the day, including her weapon, should it be needed.

The two exchanged pleasantries, their earlier conversation about the trip resurfacing in the shared glances and small talk. They both looked effortlessly composed, their attire a subtle reminder that while they were here to enjoy themselves, they were still the formidable individuals known and respected across Fontaine.

As they boarded the Aquabus, the atmosphere between them was light, filled with the anticipation of a day away from their usual responsibilities. After finding a spot near the front with an excellent view, Wriothesley and Clorinde settled into their seats, the gentle lapping of waves against the hull providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the city, making the scenery even more breathtaking as they began their journey.

As the Aquabus glided smoothly across the water, the city of Fontaine slowly gave way to the more rural and picturesque landscapes, with rolling hills and lush forests lining the waterways. The sight was a welcome change from the stark, industrial atmosphere of the fortress, and they both took in the view, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.

As they traveled further from the city, the conversation between Wriothesley and Clorinde flowed naturally, with topics ranging from their favorite desserts and memorable people they both knew, to the breathtaking scenery unfolding before them. The ease with which they communicated, even outside the confines of their professional duties, showed how comfortably they enjoyed each other's company, allowing them to relax and enjoy the moment.

However, just as they were beginning to relax into the tranquility of the trip, the Aquabus jolted slightly, causing both of them to glance around. Wriothesley's hands instinctively curled into fists, ready for whatever might come, while Clorinde's hand brushed the edge of her bag, where her pistol was concealed. It was a subtle, almost unconscious reaction, a reminder that they were never truly off duty.

The jolt was followed by a strange creaking sound, and then, without warning, the Aquabus began to slow down, eventually coming to a complete stop. The passengers around them started to murmur in confusion, and a few stood up to see what was happening. Wriothesley and Clorinde exchanged a glance, both immediately alert.

The captain's voice crackled over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the inconvenience, but it seems we're experiencing some technical difficulties. Please remain calm while we assess the situation."

Wriothesley sighed, his brief moment of relaxation evaporating. "Of course," he muttered under his breath. "It couldn't just be a smooth trip, could it?"

Clorinde chuckled softly, though her eyes were scanning the surroundings with a practiced vigilance. "It seems we can't escape trouble, even on a day off."