Twelfth Night: A Amourshipping and Rocketshipping Story

Chapter 9

It was 3:42 in the morning when James passed out drunk during his party with Faba and Nando. His friends carried him by his hands and feet to his bed chamber and left him on his bed, snoring with his clothes still on. James slept until a little past 11:30 in the morning when Nando came back to splash a bucket of cold water on him to wake him up.

James was irritated that Nando woke him up in such a way until Nando informed him that it was nearly time for them to witness Jessie carry out her scheme against Giovanni. James' face lit up as he remembered Jessie talking about her plan and rushed down the steps to the ground floor with Nando and went outside to meet Faba at the estate hedge maze. Faba sat on a bench before the hedge maze with a grumpy frown and crossed arms. Several feet away from Faba was a letter in an envelope lying on the path.

"Good morning to you, Sir Faba," Nando said.

"It is barely morning anymore, good sir, and even then, there's hardly any reason to think there's anything good about it," Faba said.

James and Nando looked at Faba in confusion, and the former asked, "My good fellow, what has put you in such a sour mood?"

"It is your cousin and the company she has been keeping of late, Sir James," Faba said. "I spotted Sonia not 2 hours ago sitting on a bench and reading a book happily. I began to walk over to her to make my move when Duke Satoshi's messenger, Timothy, entered the courtyard and greeted her. Lady Sonia was smitten with that young man, and he was rejecting her advances. In the end, he left with Sonia brokenhearted. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's only been happy lately because she's been gushing over that servant, forgetting how preposterous it is for a noble lady to want to marry a peasant."

James and Nando stared at Faba as they processed what he said. Then, James snorted before laughing with his hands on his knees. Faba looked at his friend, offended, while Nando gave the Alolan knight a shrug.

"If I may be frank with you, good sir knight, I see little issue with my lady falling for a man of lower rank," Nando said. "We do not decide how God gives us reason to be happy, and if a mere attendant is what lights Sonia's life, then c'est la vie."

"La vie? What the devil does la vie mean, and why must I say la vie?" Faba asked.

"You don't have to say it. It's a foreign phrase meaning 'such is life' or 'that's life.' In other words, oh well," Nando explained.

"Oh well? I came here from Alola to pursue this woman, only for her to fall for a nobody, and you suggest I give up? Are you mad?" Faba asked. "The duke's messenger didn't even return her feelings."

"Well, then he's a bigger fool than Nando is," James chortled as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Besides, if Sonia's downcast that she's been rejected, you can comfort her. Make her feel silly for chasing a servant of all things when a better man has been staying in her house."

Faba furrowed his brow before he rubbed his chin in thought.

"Well, Timothy did say he was never going to see her again, even when Sonia told him to stay," he said.

"Well, there you go," James said. "Sonia will accept that she can't do anything about her infatuation, nor should she try. This is just a bump in the road before she realizes who is the superior man."

"But what if she doesn't accept it?" Faba asked. "She told the young man to come see her again. That might lead to Timothy returning her feelings if she tries to woo her again or, if I'm lucky, him rejecting her and thus depressing Sonia more."

"Then, take the opportunity to show you are more than he could ever be," James said. "If this Timothy fellow tries anything, then step in and humiliate him on the spot. Sonia may never notice you unless you can show your quality through noble acts of bravery or politics."