Private Lady and the Tramp

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Avalonia, Dosuun //:

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Traveling by shuttle was common for the Corellian. She enjoyed watching the stars while she traveled. Growing up, she was always confined to the monastery, which made her feet itching to travel. Viers smiled as she briefly remembered when she was finished healing from her branding and graduating to Master. When her mentor allowed her to stand, she ran as fast as possible and left the monastery behind her.

Shuttles meant freedom, and it was lucky for her; meeting Lucy meant another place she got to explore. Looking down at her small device, she looked over the address again. Viers had heard only briefly about Dosuun, mostly in her studies at Jutrand. With the Commonwealth having connections to the Sith Empire, it meant they were allies for the most part. Meeting Lucy and seeing how the girl carried herself, Viers found it interesting that the people of Dosuun would side with the Sith, not the Jedi.

A very interesting group of people, but maybe there was more to it than she was aware of or what the academy would explain. Viers let curiosity leave her mind as the voice over the intercom announced their arrival. The shuttle was a lot faster than she had expected, proving that this would only be a good day.

Once out of the shuttle and the station, Viers traveled by speeder. The driver had given the girl a raised eyebrow after seeing the address. "Are you sure this is right?" He asked again, and Viers nodded as she brushed back her brunette hair under a backward huttball cap. "Mhm, that's the one she gave me." The man shook his head and continued driving; what would a girl like the one in his back seat want with those living at the Estate. The city rushed by the window, and soon, civilization opened up to crisp vegetation. There was nothing like this on Jutrand or Korriban, not even Corellia. Viers had only seen this time of greenery back at the monastery.

"I'm dropping you off at the gates," The man said as the speeder stopped; he looked at the girl who had fallen asleep. "Ey!" Viers woke up and blinked, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. "Huh?" she said, sitting up, "You're at the gates; we don't have any clearance. Good luck." A few buttons and Viers was slid out of the speeder and onto her rear end. As quickly as they arrived, the speeder left, leaving the Corellian girl dusting herself off from the ejection. "Thanks, I guess." She waved and once more adjusted her cap and her messy hair.

Viers looked towards the large Estate; it was bigger than any building she had seen - even bigger than the academy and monastery combined. Her head moved side to side as she mused on her options, which weren't many. It was time to fall back to old faithful; one moment, the girl was visible, and the next, she was not. Quickly, she moved around the property; the ample vegetation helped keep her hidden. The guards didn't pay her any mind, and she noted that she could probably do this again. Viers fell onto her hands and knees and crawled under some of the large hanging trees. She used the Force to make a small ditch to crawl under the fence. Everything was moving simply until she felt a slight tug on her jacket. Viers scrambled quickly as dust began to draw attention to something in the yard. Shoot, shoot, shoot. She continued to tug until she reached up and yanked on the hood that was caught. The ripping noise made Viers cringe, but at least it was the cloth hood, not the vintage leather jacket her mother had left her.

If anything had happened to that, Viers wouldn't be able to forgive herself.

Crawling further under the fencing, she was soon free and out of the dirt. Unfortunately, she would have to clean herself once she got closer to the Estate. Viers continued to move, using the trees as a cover. Soon, the stone walls of the Raaf Estate were coming into view, and she could see the people who worked moving about their chores. As she watched, Viers remained hidden by the Force, hoping she'd see Lucy wandering the grounds. It would have made it easier for her, but maybe coming unannounced did not rank too high on manners.

Viers didn't let that stop her, and she began to move closer, crouching behind a small wall in the garden area. As she watched, she quickly saw a brunette girl roughly her age passing a window. Viers felt her heart stop as she stared, her face growing warm and a small smile parting her lips. Still crouching, lost in a mild daydream, something snuck up on her and huffed behind her ear. Viers blinked, coming out of her little daze, only to find she was caught between two dogs. They stared at her while she did the same, trying to assess if she was in danger. To anyone watching the dogs, it would look like they were staring at each other rather intently.

Minutes that felt like centuries passed, and before Viers could dodge, the one in front of her ran its tongue from chin to forehead. She squealed, which only caused the dogs to get excited and lick her face. Viers fell back, and the dogs continued to smother her with playful pouncing and kisses.

A voice soon shouted, and the dogs perked up and ran towards the voice. Viers soon sat up and threw off her hat as her hair fell forward. She had been ambushed by the guard dogs, making her disheveled. Hands worked quickly as the Force assisted in cleaning her up. Hair tossed back and her hat back on her head, Viers was back on her mission. Doing a bit of mental map-making, Viers figured she could find where Lucy or the Lucy-look-alike was heading.

Back on her feet, Viers approached the wall where she had seen the girl. Viers focused the Force as her skin began to glow faintly. The kyber crystals allowed her to distribute abilities through her. Gripping the stone, she climbed up the wall of the Estate. She moved up and up, stone by stone, and Viers poked her head in each window she passed until she reached the top. There, she found a small balcony, the doors wide open with curtains flowing from the gentle breeze of the countryside. Inside, the girl she had seen in the window settled in what looked like a music room. The soft tones of holiday music carried with the breeze and with it the angelic voice of Lucette.

Hanging off the balcony, Viers smiled and watched as she slowly lost her concentration. Her force cloak just faded away, revealing the leather jacket and cap-wearing Corellian, who was daydreaming while she listened to the girl sing.

 

[Lucette]

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The speeder car rumbled steadily along the tree-lined roads of the Dosuunian countryside, the sun dappling through the branches and glinting off the vehicle's polished chrome. Riverview Manor was just coming into view, its towering spires and grand stone façade a testament to their grandmother's taste for extravagance. Inside the car, the air buzzed with sibling banter, layered with equal parts affection and exasperation.

"I suppose Uncle Iaacen and his wife will be there," Thea, the second eldest, mused, her tone tinged with mild disdain as she adjusted the wide-brimmed hat perched over her neatly pinned hair. She wore a tailored cream jumpsuit, stylish but reserved, befitting her pragmatic personality.

"Of course," Mother said sharply, her blue eyes flicking to Thea through the rearview mirror. Her navy jacket, adorned with subtle gold embroidery, carried the authority of her role as a scientist. "And you will behave. They're making progress with their marriage, and I won't have you undoing it with your sharp tongue."

Thea rolled her eyes dramatically and turned to gaze out the window, the lush, rolling fields of the estate spreading wide. "As long as he doesn't start pontificating about starship engines again," she muttered, under her breath but loud enough for the others to catch.

"It'll be nice to see everyone together," Frankie offered brightly, the oldest of the brood. Her soft lavender dress fluttered lightly in the breeze from the open window. Ever the peacemaker, she tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and glanced between her sisters. "It's been ages since we've all been in one place."

"Bloody hell," Serrah, the third eldest, cut in, craning her neck to get a better look at the manor as they approached. Her voice carried a mixture of awe and irreverence. "Granny spared no expense on this one, eh?"

Lucette, the youngest, smirked. Dressed in a snug leather jacket over a breezy blouse, she leaned forward. "What an astute observation, Ser," she quipped, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Careful," Serrah warned, tousling Lucette's hair with a quick swipe of her hand. "Keep that up, and I might have to squash you."

"Get off!" Lucette protested, swatting Serrah's hand away as she scowled. "Granny has plenty of money to go around. Why not spend it on something well-built?"

"Enough, the both of you," Mama snapped. Her sharp tone silenced the car, her steel-gray uniform lending her the commanding presence of a Marine. Her hair, cropped short and streaked with silver, seemed to gleam in the sunlight. "We're guests in her home, and you'll act like it."

"Sorry," Serrah and Lucette muttered in unison, slouching slightly in their seats.

The mood settled as they passed through the wrought-iron gates of Riverview Manor. The scent of pine and freshly cut grass filled the air as the gardens came into view, and the sprawling grounds teemed with workers preparing for the Festival of Thanks. The air buzzed with the energy of impending celebration, yet within the speeder, the familial chaos promised its own kind of fireworks.

The speeder slowed as it approached Riverview Manor's grand drive, the wrought-iron gates swinging open soundlessly as clearance was granted. Lucette leaned forward, her wide eyes fixed on the estate sprawling ahead like something out of a dream.

"Ser, do you think Granny bought all of Galidraan?" she asked, half in awe, half in jest.

Serrah snorted, her arms folded. "Granny's rich—stupidly so—so it's possible."

"She could have," Thea interrupted, cutting Serrah short. "But it would be a waste. Have you seen what those despots have done to the place? The old world is a hollow shell. It's lucky our cousins left when they did."

Frankie, ever the diplomat, smoothed the tension with her usual grace. "Then let's all be grateful that Granny and her generation were so... fortunate." Her serene tone left no room for argument.

"Fair enough," Ser muttered, as Lucette nodded in agreement.

The speeder came to a halt before the estate's grand entrance. The Head Butler, Mr. Carrington, stepped forward as the footmen, Mr. Barbary and Mr. Suthmeer, opened the doors with practiced ease.

"Welcome, ladies," Mr. Carrington greeted them warmly, his deep voice carrying the polish of decades of service. The footmen helped each of them down, their movements precise and effortless.

Lucette watched as Mama rounded the car to offer a hand to Mother, who accepted with the faintest smile. Mr. Carrington led the family toward the front entrance, where the imposing doors opened to reveal Mrs. Lane, the head housekeeper, waiting in the foyer.

"Welcome to Riverview, loves!" Mrs. Lane's warm smile matched the cheery tone of her voice as she ushered them inside. "Come along now, or you'll catch a cold. The first freeze is supposed to settle in tonight."

The crisp autumn air gave way to the rich warmth of the manor's interior. Porters, hired from the nearby town, bustled about, collecting luggage and whisking it upstairs to the family's rooms. Lucette's boots echoed faintly against the polished hardwood floors as they were led to the drawing room.

There, her two grandmothers awaited, seated on elegant high-backed chairs beside a roaring fire. Their presence filled the room with a commanding yet inviting air, their smiles lighting up as the family entered.

Lucette straightened her jacket, a flicker of nervous anticipation dancing through her. Family gatherings were rarely dull, and she had a feeling this one would be no exception. Ever since her grandmothers had come into her life, it had been a transformative joy. A mystery of her existence unraveled, and though Mama wasn't entirely at ease with her mothers, it was clear their family ties brought happiness to them all. Mama always said it was a matter between her and her parents, and Lucy knew better than to press.

Granny Fiolette sat near the hearth, her regal yet approachable demeanor matched by her deep military jacket, nearly black, tailored to perfection. A glass of mulled wine rested beside her as she surveyed the room. Beside her, Granny Taeli perched on her chair with books stacked neatly on the table. The scent of cloves and cinnamon mingled with the crackling warmth of the fire, creating an atmosphere of familial peace.

Mr. Carrington, the head butler, announced them with practiced formality. "Colonel Aerys Fortan and her wife, Dr. Saeuun Thorasdottir-Fortan, and their daughters." His warm tone carried the joy of welcoming the family back.

Mama Aerys entered first, clad in her perfectly pressed steel-gray Marine Commando uniform, boots gleaming and movements precise. Her sharp features softened as her eyes met her mothers'. Following her, Saeuun exuded a different kind of elegance, her blonde curls tucked beneath a beret and her navy jacket adorned with subtle gold embroidery. Her warm expression made the room feel even cozier.

The daughters followed in turn. Frankie was poised as always, her quiet grace evident in her respectful smile and calm demeanor. Thea strode in next, cozy in her thick cardigan and scarf, settling herself by the fire with a wide smile. Serrah's pink cheeks and windswept hair carried the crispness of the outdoors, and her curiosity took her to the window.

Lucette, clutching her book, was the last to enter. She gave her grannies a warm hug before slipping onto a bench beside Ser. She took in the scene—the golden glow of the firelight, the laughter of her sisters, and the subtle nods exchanged between her mothers and grandmothers.

"Well, look at this sight," Granny Fiolette said, raising her glass. "The entire family, back where you belong."

"Just in time for the first freeze," Taeli chimed in, gesturing toward the window. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd make it before the frost claimed the roads."

Mama rested a hand on Mother's arm, her voice carrying affection. "The girls have been counting down the days for this visit. I'm not sure they'll ever want to leave."

"Quite right," Granny Fiolette agreed, adjusting her jacket. "I trust we'll make this a splendid holiday."

Mr. Carrington returned with a tray of steaming cocoa for the younger girls and mulled wine for the adults. The clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation filled the room as the family settled into the comfort of Riverview Manor, the promise of warmth and togetherness wrapping them in its embrace.

After a while, the girls began to disperse.

Ser and Thea, always drawn to the outdoors, eagerly dashed off to change into their riding clothes. Their laughter echoed down the hall as they planned a ride through the sprawling grounds, with a stop in town to beat the frost. Frankie, with her usual calm determination, declared her destination: the library. She muttered about getting ahead of Uncle Iaacen and cousin Kaivaan, knowing the latter would soon claim the library as his domain.

Lucette lingered a moment with her grannies, enjoying the warmth of their smiles and the crackling fire before heading upstairs.

"Don't forget, Lucy," Granny Fio said with a twinkle in her eye, "Miss Brant has just arrived. She's waiting for you in the music room."

"Thank you, Granny!" Lucy replied, giving each grandmother a kiss on the cheek before scampering off, her steps light with excitement.

The corridors of Riverview Manor seemed endless, filled with rich tapestries and lined with portraits of ancestors long gone. The soft glow of wall sconces illuminated the mahogany-paneled walls, and the faint scent of beeswax polish lingered in the air. She climbed the staircase, her hand grazing the smooth banister as she admired the snowy landscape visible through large, mullioned windows.

Reaching the fourth floor, she found the music room—a space filled with sunlight streaming through arched windows. The room was both grand and intimate, with its high, coffered ceilings and walls adorned with framed sheet music and old instruments. A gleaming grand piano dominated the center, its polished ebony surface reflecting the golden light. Shelves lined one wall, stacked with books on composition and music theory, while the opposite wall held a balcony overlooking the snow-dusted grounds.

She rapped gently on the door with the back of her hand.

"Come in," a warm voice called.

Lucette stepped inside, greeted by a tall, elegant woman with sharp, intelligent eyes and an easy smile. Miss Ada Brant was every bit as poised as Lucy had imagined, her dark hair swept back into a neat chignon, and her attire—a tailored maroon dress with subtle embroidery—spoke of quiet sophistication.

"Ah, you must be Miss Lucy," Miss Brant said warmly. "Please, have a seat. I've heard much about your talents."

Lucy flushed but managed a smile. "That's kind of you to say."

"Shall we begin with some scales to warm up?" Miss Brant gestured to the piano.

Lucy hesitated, glancing at the polished keys. "Do you think we could try something more fun first? Maybe a duet?"

Miss Brant laughed, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Bold, are we? I like it. Let's see what you've got, Miss Lucy."

The atmosphere shifted to one of playful challenge, and Lucy couldn't help but grin. She felt at ease, as though the room itself encouraged creativity. The music they played echoed through the halls, mingling with the distant sounds of her sisters' laughter as they rode out from the stables onto the estate grounds and the faint murmurs of Frankie settling into the library downstairs. The whole manor seemed alive, a testament to the joy of family and shared passions. It was everything Lucy could have imagined and more, holidays with her family - even the Yvarro side has been invited, the young girl was excited about it all.

For now though...

Miss Brant adjusted her music stand, her warm smile encouraging. "Shall we start with a merry little life day?"

Lucette nodded, seating herself at the piano. The first soft notes filled the room, their melody as soothing as the snow falling outside. Together, they began crafting the song to honor Life Day, where reflection, gratitude and a sense of togetherness was important. "Have yourself a merry little Life Day," Lucette sang softly, her voice steady and clear. Miss Brant harmonized, her contralto adding a rich depth.

The duo exchanged grins as they reached the refrain, their voices intertwining like the garlands hung in the drawing room below. The atmosphere in the music room shifted to something ethereal, the sounds of the piano and their voices creating a perfect moment of Life Day magic.

What Lucy had no idea of - was that her dear friend Viers Connory had snuck onto the estate.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Avalonia, Dosuun //:

The wonders of the holiday music echoed from the music room. Viers couldn't help losing herself in the beauty of Lucy's voice. Before now, the only music she ever experienced was the sound of old monks just making noises from deep in their throats. Even then, that had its own beauty, but this was different. Viers could feel the melodic bridges of the song, making her smile. She never wanted this sound to cease.

Unfortunately for Viers, fate had other plans in the embodiment of two large Maine coons. They had also been enjoying the songs from the girl in the music room. Their tails swished back and forth as they purred happily along. Viers sighed in her daydream-like state, which caused both Maine coons to look in her direction, entirely in sync. The girl remained unaware of her surroundings, and the two cats slowly slinked towards the balcony. Tails flicked as they jumped onto the balcony, and Viers saw the pair of mischievous kitties. Blinking, she waited for an attack like the dogs earlier, but instead, they crossed over till both were sitting on her hands.

"Hi, kitties," she whispered, hoping that the music that continued drowned her out. The cats continued to playfully sit on the girl's hand. In just moments, their claws suddenly buried themselves into Viers' flesh. Eyes went wide as the Corellian held her screech, and the cats retracted their claws and pawed at her hands. Then, once again, they buried their nails into the girl again. The torture continued as the Maine coons made little biscuits.

"No, no no no...oh no," Viers couldn't hold on any longer and wiggled her hands out from under the two hefty cats. Although she was free, Viers now had another problem. Nothing kept them from falling, and as quickly as she was free, Viers plummeted from the highest point of the building. She reached out, using the Force to grab some of the holiday decor that the employees of the estate had just put up. Viers felt the fabric burn as it flowed through her hands while she tried to slow her fall.

She was in full panic as she tried to move her legs as if she could run on air, but she could only kick her way off the wall to avoid becoming a fly on a windshield. The fabric fell with her, but instead of landing on the ground, Viers found herself on another balcony on her back, and the heavy fabric spooled on top of her.

Laying there, she groaned, not in pain, but because she was missing out on Lucy's singing.

 

[Lucette]

Viers Connory ​

Lucy had just finished her scales, her voice settling the room with a harmonious calm, when a thud interrupted the tranquility. Her notes faltered mid-phrase. She turned, wide-eyed, towards the balcony door.

Ms. Ada Brant, always composed, placed her hand over her chest and muttered, "Good heavens! What on earth was that?" Adjusting her spectacles, she moved briskly to the window, peering out with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Lucy, clutching her music book, ran to join her. "Was that...someone falling? It can't be. Can it?" Her voice was half panicked, half amazed. She moved out to the balcony to find her two beautiful cats, Needani Maines, "what have you two gotten up to?" She wondered whilst they did not take kindly to the accusations, "you will be kind as to not have such a disgraceful attitude, or no filets for either of you."

The cats glared and then merely looked down from the balcony, Lucy raced over to the edge of the railing and only saw some of the banners, and the heavy felt one at that crumpled below. "Frankie, is everything okay?"

As for her big sister, well.

Frankie had been deep into a heavy tome on Commonwealth governance when an abrupt weight crashed onto her balcony, sending her inkpot toppling over. She jerked back, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"What in the name of–" she began, storming toward the balcony. She flung the glass doors open to find a heap of holiday decor covering what was unmistakably a person.

Frankie crossed her arms, her tone dripping with incredulity. "Do the skies rain fools now, or are you just lost?" She took a moment to glance up toward Lucy's distant figure on the higher balcony, then muttered with mock reassurance, "All is well, bless the Ancients." From that distance, Lucy likely couldn't catch the sarcasm.

Turning back to the heap of fabric—and its unfortunate occupant—Frankie began with exasperation, "You had better have a good excuse—" She cut herself off, unraveling the tangled decorations just as Mr. Carrington, the head butler, and Mrs. Lane, the head housekeeper, arrived with impeccable timing.

"Good heavens, are you quite alright, Miss Francelle?" Mrs. Lane inquired, her concern evident as she gestured for assistance. Mr. Carrington stepped onto the balcony, brushing off the commotion with a mixture of practicality and mild exasperation.

"Come along now, let's have a sit," Mrs. Lane encouraged. "We'll have someone look you over."

As Mr. Carrington collected the fallen decor, he muttered under his breath, "I told you these were too heavy; we needed extra holds."

"Not now, Mr. Carrington," Mrs. Lane interjected curtly, her focus remaining on Frankie as she fussed over her, ensuring no real harm had been done.

Frankie's expression torn between irritation and curiosity, as she tried to figure out where the 'intruder' had gotten off to.

Yet they were not the only ones to have been bothered by the commotion, whilst Thea and Ser had just about gotten to the gates. Ser and Thea had been chatting animatedly as their horses trotted along the tree-lined path, the crisp air brushing their cheeks. It was Thea who first noticed.

"Ser, look!" she pointed toward the manor.

A small dot plummeted from one of the upper balconies, followed by a cascade of garland and ribbons.

"Did someone just–" Ser squinted, her mouth agape.

Thea smirked, pulling her horse to a halt. "Bet you five sovs it's that girl, Kai talked about."

Ser laughed, though her eyes remained fixed on the scene. "Ten says Frankie's yelling at her already."

Ms. Brant's gaze shifted to the horizon. Lucy's gaze landed toward the horizon, likewise. The sleek lines of a yacht-like shuttle glinted in the sunlight as it descended toward the estate's landing pad, its engines purring softly in the distance.

"That's your uncle's, isn't it?" Ms. Brant asked, adjusting her spectacles and pointing toward the ship.

Lucy brightened, clapping her hands together. "Oh yes! Uncle Iaacen is here!" Her excitement bubbled over.

"Shall we resume the lesson later, Ms. Brant?"

"Of course," Ms. Brant replied with a warm smile. "Go on, dear."

Thea and Ser, noticing their uncle's shuttle descending, exchanged a look before steering their horses toward town. The trip was purposeful: they needed to gather seasonal supplies and treats, including fruits like apples and pears, root vegetables, and the estate's favorite baked goods. They also ensured Mrs. Hicks's beloved pastries were included, along with exotic Qosantyran delights and holiday decor to replace the damaged ones. They debated purchasing a cart but resolved to get a new one if necessary, laughing as they planned the logistics.

Meanwhile, the mischievous kittens, satisfied with their antics, padded inside the manor as Ms. Brant gently shut the balcony doors, leaving the room tidier but not without its lingering energy of the eventful day.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Avalonia, Dosuun //:

If only luck was as strong with Viers as she was within the Force. She wouldn't have an older sister of the girl she was secretly crushing on talking to her. Before she could be discovered, a horde of people came in to check on the woman they called Francelle. Viers came to her senses as the servants were fawning over the woman to ensure she was safe. Quickly, the little Corellian fell into the security of the Force Cloak and slowly crawled out from under the mess of the fabric.

Looking into the room she had fallen near, she wiped her brow, seeing that maybe she was lucky. Especially since she had come around when the man had wandered over to pick up the decor, which she had torn down. Viers would have to apologize, especially since this was Lucy's house or mansion. The girl didn't know a better word for a home like this. Either way, she looked over the balcony to see if she should continue down or head back up. Dogs and more people were gathering around the door, and others were arriving. It seemed from the streaks of a starship in the air. Looking up, Viers smiled, seeing Lucy hanging over the balcony calling to her sister.

Up seemed safer than down. Viers climbed onto the balcony and scooted til she was in the center of the railing. She jumped with the help of the Force and latched onto the wall again. Hands then foot, she climbed up the wall heading towards the balcony she had just come from. Continuing, she hummed softly to herself the tune she heard Lucy singing.

Hands gripped the railing, and she pulled herself up until she was close to Lucy. Dropping the Force cloak, she smiled, still clinging to the balcony's railing. "Hi Princess," the chaotic disaster of Viers' adventure showed on her face. She had a few bumps, bruises, and a small bloody cut on her cheek, but she had made it, still wearing her huttball cap backward. Viers blinked, seeing that Lucy was gone and only the music teacher was left. "Feth!" And in a blink of an eye, Viers was gone, and she scampered over the balcony and ran towards the exit of the music room. It didn't take her long to catch up to Lucy, and when she was walking at her side, she once more dropped the cloak and smirked.

"Hi, Princess!"

 

[Lucette]

Frankie narrowed her eyes slightly as the faint ripple in the Force Cloak faded. She tilted her head, scrutinizing the spot Viers had vacated with a faint curl of her lips, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Force tricks, she thought, already sensing the chaos unfolding.

Just as Mrs. Lane ushered her back toward the hall, Frankie murmured low enough only she could hear, "Foolish child. No wonder Lucy likes her." She straightened her shoulders and turned to the housekeeper. "I'm fine, Mrs. Lane. Just a tumble and some overzealous cats, apparently. I'll head down to greet our guest."

Despite her calm demeanor, Frankie cast one last glance up toward the music room. Stay out of trouble, whoever you are. With that, she turned and strode toward the landing pad, her sharp mind already re calibrating for the formalities of the upcoming family reunion. Yet, it was the panicked way her sister called for her that drew her attention. "Ah, excuse me, Mrs. Lane, Mr. Carrington. Please inform my family that I'll be down shortly..." She glanced upward toward the fourth floor as if she had some sort of x-ray vision. With haste she turned toward the stairs...

Lucy spun on her heel, basket in hand, startled nearly out of her wits. "Ancients above!" she yelped, clutching her chest as she stared at the dirt-smudged, bruised figure of Viers. "What in the nine hells? You look like you've gone ten rounds with a bantha herd!"

Her shock quickly melted into concern as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "Are you alright? What are you even doing here? Oh, stars, Frankie will—wait, no, no one can see you like this!" Lucy's panic mounted as voices echoed from downstairs.

"Frankie! Frankie!" she called down the hall, glancing nervously back to see Ms. Brant occupied with a maid. Relieved, Lucy pulled Viers into a nearby alcove. "We need to get you cleaned up and presentable before anyone else sees you," she muttered before her words turned to a hurried ramble. "I mean, I am glad to see you, but really, Viers, how did you even—"

"Lucette!" Frankie's voice interrupted as she arrived, her sharp tone tinged with exasperation. She surveyed the scene with a raised eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Care to explain this?"

Lucy swallowed hard, stepping forward. "Right, so, um… Frankie, this is Viers. She's from one of the Academies. And, uh, Viers, this is my sister Francelle. But Frankie's fine. Really." She offered her sister a pleading look, her words coming in a rush. "She just needs to get cleaned up before Uncle sees her, and—"

Frankie held up a hand, her sharp gaze softening slightly as the pieces clicked into place. "Ah, I see." Her voice was firm but not unkind. "Viers, is it? Welcome. There's a guest room down the hall. Lucy, fetch her some fresh clothes. I'll draw a bath."

Frankie gave Viers one last assessing look before turning away, muttering to herself with a smirk, "Foolish child. No wonder Lucy likes her."

Lucy darted between rooms, selecting garments with practiced efficiency. She raided Vikar's and Kai's designated rooms, pulling items she guessed they wouldn't notice missing—or hadn't had time to claim yet. A tunic from one, trousers from another, and a jacket that looked clean and suitably neutral. Bundling them under one arm, she hurried back to the guest room, where Frankie stood guard.

"Do your best to scrub the dirt off," Frankie instructed firmly, her tone leaving little room for argument. "Once you're presentable, we'll work on sneaking you downstairs." Her piercing gaze turned to Lucy. "You should've told me sooner."

Lucy flushed, guilt mixing with indignation. "I—" She faltered, throwing her hands over her face with a groan. "Yes, okay, fine. You're right." She lowered her hands, determination replacing her flustered expression. "But I have an idea."

Leaving Frankie to supervise, Lucy slipped out into the hallway, her eyes scanning for potential allies. Spotting Kyrenia Panou, a maid from the local town, she hastened to intercept her. "Miss Panou!" she called, breathless but smiling. "I need your help."

The maid, startled but composed, nodded politely. "Of course, Miss Lucette."

Quickly, Lucy laid out the plan: Viers had been a guest at the manor the entire morning but had arrived late the night before, exhausted, and slept in. Kyrenia's role was to quietly spread this explanation among the staff, preempting any whispers about an unexpected visitor.

"Well?" Frankie asked.

Lucy grinned triumphantly. "We've got a story. Miss Panou's helping us smooth things over with the staff. Viers will be our secret morning guest."

Frankie gave a long, measured sigh and crossed her arms. "It's risky, but better than trying to smuggle her past every set of eyes in this place." Her gaze shifted between Viers and Lucy. "I'll leave you two to figure this out. I'll see you both downstairs."

Lucy turned to Viers, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she extended her hand. "Just follow my lead, alright? This holiday's already shaping up to be the best I've had in years." She paused, a small grin tugging at her lips. "Well, except for that one year I got a horse—but that's beside the point." She shook her head, keeping that particular memory to herself, and added, "Let's get moving."

Viers Connory


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[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Avalonia, Dosuun //:

Everything happened in such a rush, but at least Lucy seemed happy to see her. Maybe Viers should have announced her visit the normal way. She thought about this as she was being dragged from sight, too. The mention of a bath seemed unnecessary, Which she has showered recently. Why did she need to do so again? The concern was written all over her face as she stood talking to an older blonde woman who seemed to be the type not to take any bantha poodoo. With everything happening, Viers didn't even get to respond to Lucy to the many questions she had.

Again, it did seem like she was happy to see Viers though. So there was always that.

The ever-silent Viers continued to watch as the two sisters devised a plan; it was a fascinating sight to behold. In their short time, the pair had figured out how to explain to her and even brought upon an ally. The story raised Viers's eyebrow; she didn't fully comprehend the reasoning for the story. Was she not supposed to be here? If she wasn't, why would Lucy give her the address? Standing where she was, Viers' little brain began to jump through hoops and draw conclusions.

Maybe Lucy was supposed to marry some prince or something, and Viers's presence here just caused confusion. She remembered seeing a solo film like that when she was younger—during the few times the monastery allowed them to have 'modern' items and entertainment. Again, that was just entertainment; that couldn't be real life. Viers made a little face, puckering her lips and blowing until it made a noise. Pfft, yeah, nothing like that would ever happen in real life.

The mischievous pair seemed pleased with the plan; Viers took Frankie's advice and nodded. It only took the girl looking at her hands to realize that climbing the side of an estate was probably not the best of her ideas.

Lucy finally turned to the girl and mentioned following her lead. Viers pondered the thought and nodded, "Okay, but I'm way cooler than a horse." Another look of confidence as Viers pfft'd at the comparison of her versus a horse. She knew she could beat a horse in a race, and on top of that, she could speak. Knowing common was very important and very impressive.

The plan was set, and all that was needed was for Viers to clean up. Being someone who grew up not understanding the meaning of privacy, the girl began to strip down the moment they arrived at the guest room. Her bath was drawn, and she planned to follow the plan enthusiastically. After she pulled everything off, she tossed the mess of a hat to the floor and wandered into the bathroom. Everything smelled and shined with an elegance Viers had never seen before.

"You sure? I need to take a bath?" Viers wandered over to the tub and climbed in. Even the water felt elegant and like silk. Forgetting her nerves, she began to scrub herself clean and inhaled the perfume of the water. "The water smells weird." She leaned forward and took in a deep breath. "It kind of smells like you, Lucy," Viers pointed out, proud of her deduction. It didn't take long for her to finish cleaning up. Fortunately, for the unaware Viers Connory, she was given a towel to dry and cover-up.

"I'm clean, and I smell pretty!"

 

[Lucette]

Lucy blinked, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as Viers casually discarded her clothes and strolled into the bath without hesitation. "Viers! Privacy is a thing, you know!" She quickly turned away, shielding her eyes with one hand while grabbing the discarded hat with the other.

When Viers commented on the water smelling like her, Lucy groaned, her cheeks flushing. "That's because it's my bath oil. I like lavender and rose." She glanced at her sister, both of them pointedly avoiding looking at Viers. "And yes, you definitely needed one—you've got dirt everywhere. A bath is the fastest way to get it off."

Frankie entered just as Viers declared herself "clean and smelling pretty," holding her towel with unbothered confidence. Frankie froze mid-step, taking in the scene—the pile of discarded clothes, Lucy looking ready to combust, and Viers standing there as if she owned the place.

"Ancients help me," Frankie muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Lucy, is this your idea of stealth? And you—" She pointed at Viers. "Put on some clothes before Uncle sees this and decides we've abandoned all decorum."

Lucy sighed in relief when Frankie left, likely heading downstairs.

Miss Panou, the maid Lucy had recruited, called up that she was ready to help. Lucy waved her in, and the maid quickly set about helping Viers dry off, get dressed, and even style her hair. Once Viers was finally presentable, Lucy took a long, dramatic breath, as though Viers had stolen the air from her lungs. "You look amazing. Come on—I think Frankie's softening things up for us downstairs."

Taking Viers's arm, Lucy led her down the corridor, imitating the way she'd seen her mother and mama walk together. She chuckled softly. "Next time, maybe just send me a little holo when you're coming? I'm thrilled to have you here, but let's avoid the chaos next time."

She grinned, glancing at Viers. "That said, this is quite exciting. You came all this way to see me? Dosuun isn't exactly around the corner from Jutrand—or Korriban, for that matter." At the top of the stairs, Lucy looked around making sure no one could see before she gave Viers a kiss on the cheek and led her down the stairs.

At the bottom floor, Frankie inclined her head subtly, signaling Lucy and Viers to follow her as the group moved toward the reception hall. Uncle Iaacen, Aunt Órla, and their children—Kaivaan, Vikar, and Aleya—were being escorted inside. Mr. Carrington and Mrs. Lane stood watchfully, their curiosity evident.

Mr. Carrington stepped forward, his sharp gaze landing on Lucy and Viers. "And, Miss Fortan, who might this be?"

Lucy beamed, ever polite. "Oh, my apologies, Mr. Carrington. This is my guest, Viers Connory, a student from Jutrand," she said cheerfully. "I hope that's alright?"

He nodded, a faint smile softening his stern demeanor. "Quite alright. Come along, then. I'll make the introductions."

Carrington escorted them to the reception hall, starting with Uncle Iaacen, a stately man with a commanding presence, introduced simply as Major Iaacen Raaf. Beside him stood Aunt Órla, a vision of calm grace, and their children: Kaivaan, with his bookish charm; Vikar, thoughtful and reserved; and Aleya, bright-eyed with curiosity.

After polite exchanges, Carrington turned to Lucy and Viers, presenting them to the group. "Miss Lucette Fortan, of course, needs no introduction. And her guest, Miss Viers Connory, a promising student from Jutrand."

Lucy smiled graciously as Viers gave a small nod of acknowledgment, her confidence drawing a curious glance from Aleya and a raised brow from Kaivaan. Aunt Órla greeted them warmly, though Uncle Iaacen's keen eyes lingered on Viers with a soldier's instinct for sizing people up.

Carrington, ever the professional, gestured toward the hall. "Your mothers and grandmothers await inside. Shall we?"

Lucy nodded gracefully as Mr. Carrington led the group into the hall, where Admiral Yvarro, poised and authoritative, was already seated. The Admiral informed the group that Taeli Raaf had stepped out briefly to meet with Mrs. Hicks about dinner arrangements.

Fiolette stood, a figure of elegance and command, waving them in with a welcoming gesture. The room was arranged in a semi-circle, with various comfortable chairs and benches. The family settled in, the arrangement fostering conversation while ensuring everyone had a clear view of one another.

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[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Avalonia, Dosuun //:

Viers chuckled nervously as Frankie scolded them once more. Shrugging, she remarked, trying to hopefully ease the scolding, "I already knocked over all the decor from the castle." Another shrug and she was pulled and dressed. Looking over herself, she didn't realize there was something just as comfortable as her monk gi. Fingers tugged at the coat hem as she admired the fabric and how it felt. Her admiration for the clothing was suddenly disturbed as Viers felt the prickling of a comb brushing through her hair. She let her head pull back with every stroke until the maid scolded her gently, and she smirked happily for her mischief.

Once she was finished, Viers stood and headed to meet with Lucy. Gentle strands of brown hair framed her face, and the rest of her shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a crown of braids and gently pinned in a bun at the base of her neck. Despite the elegant attire, Viers' Cheshire grin broke the illusion. Lucy's compliment was something Viers didn't expect. With it, the young woman chuckled nervously and mumbled an embarrassed thank you.

Viers was led down the corridor from the guest bedroom; she still felt dizzy from the storm the sisters and their maid had taken her through. Still, it ended up better than how it had started. Viers looked towards Lucy when she felt the girl closer than she had been before this. With the sudden and deep blush that filled the Corellian's cheeks, she suddenly forgot how to breathe. The only time anyone was this close to her was during a fight. Still, she doubted that was Lucy's intention with being close like this and holding onto her arm. With another stupid grin and an embarrassed chuckle, Viers agreed. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to surprise you. I will remember for next time." She gave Lucy a thumbs up and nodded. "The trip wasn't bad, I got to see the stars almost up close, and I like being in the metal birds; they're loud, but I get to see stars."

She nodded along, "Wait, they're not called birds. They're sh-" They had stopped suddenly, and Viers wanted to correct her word usage. She had forgotten the stern correction she had been given about the proper name for the shuttles. But before she was interrupted, Lucy had leaned in even closer than before. Her lips were soft against the Corellian's cheek. It reminded her of a soft blanket or pillow, but it was softer - more like the petals of a flower. At this distance, Viers could fully catch the delicate scents that matched what she had smelled in the bath. It was a brief kiss on the cheek, but for the young woman, it was a millenia. Every inch of her felt alive, and her chest tight, restricting any effort for breathing.

On the surface, though, Viers smiled and only blushed deeper. She wanted to cup her cheek, doing what she could to preserve the kiss, but Lucy had already whisked her away down the steps to be introduced to everyone.

With every introduction, Viers nodded her head towards the person, and if they offered their hands for a shake, she would follow their lead. It had been helpful because the girl was obsessed with some holo films that portrayed the elegance of high society. Viers felt transported to some of her favorite fantasy worlds. There was even a princess on her arm; it was shaping up to be the best day of her life.

Looking about the room as they entered for dining, Viers caught a familiar face in the boy with amethyst eyes. Leaning to Lucy, hoping to keep her voice hushed, "Is your cousin going to be okay eating? He seemed to not do too well on Korriban." A smirk and a very small hint of concern with a lingering excitement at the prospect of being able to eat his portion of the dinner. The others, Viers, hadn't known anything beyond what Lucy had introduced them as and the brief conversation she overheard. There were a few eyes that she felt unease with, one being Lucy's Uncle Iaacen. It was a concern that she probably had something on her face or clothing.

After catching his gaze, she took a minute to look herself over, and then she looked towards the floor in shock, wondering if he knew what Lucy had done to her when they thought they were alone.

Her crisis was cut short, though, as the family moved towards the dining area. The set-up was different than the Korriban academy's, but she easily recognized the tablecloth style. Tilting her head, she lifted one of the tablecloths slightly and examined under the table. Once pleased, she let go of the fabric and allowed Lucy to choose where they sat.

"I didn't know we were getting to eat?" As she spoke, the aroma of the prepared meal began filling the room. Viers felt her mouth salivating as her mind began to dream of the delicacies she was about to enjoy. Remembering a pivotal scene in one of the Holo films, Viers noticed a stray flower arrangement. With the skill of a seasoned martial artist and stealth prodigy, she swiped one of the flowers and handed it to Lucy. "Um, I'm sorry I didn't bring you more flowers, but I couldn't fit a whole garden in my pocket."

 

[Lucette]

Lucy walked beside Viers, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched the Corellian try to process everything, from the elegant surroundings to the introductions and even the subtle social nuances that seemed to baffle her companion. She squeezed Viers's arm gently, leaning in just enough to murmur reassuringly, "You're doing great, really. Everyone loves a little charm and sincerity, and you've got that in spades."

Her amusement deepened when Viers asked about Kaivaan's ability to eat, barely suppressing a chuckle. "Kaivaan will be fine," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But if not, I'll make sure to save his dessert for you."

Lucy noticed Viers fidgeting under her uncle's gaze and lightly bumped her arm, hoping to divert her focus. "Ignore Uncle Iaacen. He looks at everyone like that—it's his default setting. You're perfect as you are."

At the table, Lucy raised a brow when Viers lifted the tablecloth but decided not to comment, instead claiming a seat that offered them both a good view of the room. When Viers suddenly handed her a flower, Lucy's breath caught in surprise. She took it with both hands, her cheeks pink as she looked at the unexpected gift.

"Thank you," she said softly, smiling warmly at Viers. "It's perfect, and I wouldn't trade it for a whole garden."

Then a moment later, "and yes, there is lots of eating especially around the holidays. I trust you'll have your fill of food, and if not, so long as the kitchens are open, Mrs. Hicks will be happy to whip up whatever your hearts desires, steak included." A little tease from Lucy.

The dining hall was a vision of symmetry and formality, reflecting the estate's Georgian roots. A long mahogany table, polished to a mirror sheen, stood at the room's center, dressed with crisp white linens, silver candelabras, and a scattering of autumnal flowers. The gentle clinking of silverware and porcelain began as the first course was served, the butlers and footmen moving seamlessly, choreographed like a dance. Mr. Carrington oversaw the proceedings with quiet authority, nodding to Mr. Barbary and Mr. Suthmeer, who placed bowls of creamy butternut squash soup before each guest.

Lucy adjusted her posture, watching Viers' reaction as the footmen retreated to stand at attention near the walls. The soup's golden hue was warm and inviting, with a delicate swirl of crème fraîche and sage. Viers sniffed it cautiously before glancing at Lucy for reassurance, earning an amused smile.

"Just try it," Lucy encouraged in a low voice, taking her own spoon and demonstrating. The richness of the soup, tempered by the herbal hint of sage, spread warmth through her chest. "It's quite flavorful, but if you're not into it, we can probably try something else." She looked a bit mischievous with a glance toward Kaivaan. "He's not keen on spicy food, and is very particular. Grandmother Taeli usually cooks for him."

Across from Lucy, sat Vikar and Aleya who whispered to them both, "because he's spoiledt."

"Mhmmm," but the girl said nothing else, and instead looked over at Viers.

"Like this," she murmured under her breath, dipping the spoon gracefully into the soup. Viers hesitated, then mimicked Lucy's motion, her concentration endearing.

Tasting the soup, Lucy savored the richness, a perfect balance of sweet and savory. She glanced at Viers, who seemed momentarily startled by the flavor but quickly smiled and nodded. Encouraged, Viers took another spoonful, her cheeks coloring slightly as she whispered, "This is really good."

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[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Avalonia, Dosuun //:

At the mention of being able to have Kai's dessert, Viers' eyes lit up. The one thing she loved more than meat was dessert. She secretly hoped for the demise of Kai's appetite. There was so much to look at and to admire. A part of her regretted her choice of entry. If she had snuck her way through the main rooms, she would have been able to taste and test everything, but it probably would have gotten her into more trouble. Either plan got her to eat, which, for the time being, was a nice bonus to her end goal of seeing Lucy. The flower had done its job, and Viers felt her chest tighten again at the sight of the young Dosuunian blush. Why did the soft pink color of her cheeks make her look prettier?

Viers didn't understand, but she wanted to see more of it. The wheels in her mind continued to turn, trying to think of a way.

They sat, and food arrived soon after the precession. The actions that were unfolding became a spectacle that Viers had never seen. Previously, thoughts of guards or soldiers marching only meant war - things that Viers had been tasked before to help prevent. At first, hearing the synchronized marching, Viers felt the small hairs on her neck stand, but with words from Lucy, the girl calmed. It also helped that food was served in the same timeframe. She had looked at it curiously. It smelled delicious but reminded her of the flavorless goop the monasteries would shovel into her mouth. Once more, Lucy's words eased Viers into trying the food.

The two that sat near Viers and Lucy spoke up about Kai again. From the side of her eye, she looked towards the boy who received special treatment. Viers raised an eyebrow, wondering what made the boy so special and highly regarded. If this was the monastery or any other type of establishment, Kai would have probably starved to death or killed. The curiosity around the boy continued to grow - maybe he had a special power that was realized by others but not obvious.

Another thought is that he was a nether demon masquerading around as this Kai. Maybe he had everyone fooled into catering to all his demands. What a lazy demon… Viers thought quietly as she lowered her face to the bowl that she was bringing up to her face to demolish.

Lucy spoke again, moving the spoon towards the soup. Viers lowered the bowl and raised her eyebrow. Was the point of putting the smaller bowl with a stick into the more giant bowl to eat with? The concept seemed silly, especially when her mouth was a better vessel for the soup from the bowl. Her eyes quickly scanned the room as everyone enjoyed the soup - with the little bowl on a stick. Viers relented and decided to follow suit and use the spoon. Gripping the utensil with her whole fist, she scooped the soup with the spoon, and with her elbow bent out, she shoveled the soup quickly into her mouth. The heat of the liquid didn't bother her, but the flavor exploded. She had never tasted anything as good as this. She was in for a world of excitement if this was the entry course. The soup quickly disappeared, and Viers abandoned the spoon in frustration at being unable to eat fast enough. She lifted the bowl, brought it to her face, and quickly finished the last bits of the food. Remembering that the bowl was probably worth more than her non-existent life insurance, Viers placed it gently on the table and sighed with delight. Her upper lip was stained with the color of the soup, and she looked at Lucy. "This was delicious." she motioned towards the bowl.

Looking around, Viers realized that people were still eating and conversing. Maybe she had eaten too fast, and she looked back towards Lucy. "Is there any more? Does Kai not like his food? What special food does he get?" Her questions came quickly and hushed. Her focus was the food, but she stopped realizing that wasn't what everyone else was talking about. Also remembering the several scoldings of her childhood about her priorities. Exhaling, Viers thought about her choices for conversation, and she tried really hard to stray away from the food topic.

Viers wiped her hands on her pants and blew away the flyaways from her face. There had to be something she could talk about at the dinner table that didn't involve her wanting more food or trying to steal other's food. "So Lucy," Viers started, sounding like she knew what she was doing. "Um, what kind of food do you like?" Viers paused, realizing her blunder; groaning, she blushed furiously, huffing in a spat of frustration. "I mean not food like, do you like fighting? Or what stuff do princesses do?"

She was embarrassed, and there was nowhere to hide or run. Instead, she popped out of sight and remained there for a handful of minutes. Once she gained her composure, she popped back into view and sighed.

 

[Lucette]

Lucette's lips quirked into an amused smile as she watched Viers attempt to navigate the nuances of the table. Her initial unease gave way to admiration as Viers dove headfirst into the meal with all the enthusiasm of someone who'd just discovered what real food was supposed to taste like. When Viers abandoned the spoon entirely and lifted the bowl to her face, Lucy bit back a giggle, quickly bringing her napkin to her lips to mask her laughter.

As Viers set the bowl down gently, Lucy couldn't resist teasing, her voice low so only Viers could hear. "You know, if you keep this up, I'll have to ask the staff for a bib before the next course."

When Viers turned to her with soup-stained lips and declared the dish "delicious," Lucette's expression softened. She reached for her napkin and leaned closer, her voice warm and playful. "Hold still, Viers. You've got… well, most of the soup on your lips." With a delicate touch, she dabbed at Viers's face, chuckling softly. "There, much better. Now you look somewhat presentable."

Her teasing turned into genuine laughter when Viers's questions about Kai tumbled out in rapid succession. Lucy tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand as she replied. "Kai's food isn't special; he just eats slower because he's too busy overthinking every bite. You'd think he's solving the galaxy's problems with each spoonful." She glanced over at her cousin, who was calmly working his way through the soup, oblivious to their conversation. "And no, you can't have his."

Lucy was about to continue when Viers's flustered attempt at casual conversation made her pause. The abrupt shift from food to fighting to "princess stuff" left Lucy blinking in surprise before she burst out laughing, a musical sound that drew a few curious glances from nearby diners. "Oh, Viers," she said, shaking her head fondly. "You're impossible, you know that?"

She composed herself, her tone turning thoughtful as she replied. "What kind of food do I like? Well, I'm rather partial to the desserts here—spiced apple tarts are a personal favorite. As for fighting, I wouldn't say it's my passion, but I can hold my own when the occasion calls for it. And princess things?" She grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'm afraid my days are mostly filled with lessons, diplomacy, and keeping my cousins from driving me mad."

When Viers disappeared into thin air mid-conversation, Lucy blinked, her brows lifting in surprise. She glanced around, her voice hushed but carrying a hint of amusement. "Viers? Really? You're just going to vanish at the dinner table?" She tried not to laugh, though her lips twitched with the effort.

When Viers finally reappeared, looking sheepish, Lucette gave her an exasperated but fond look. "Next time, at least warn me before you pull a disappearing act," she said, leaning closer. "Now, since you seem so interested in what princesses do, I'll tell you a little secret…" She lowered her voice, her tone playful. "Most of it involves dealing with dinner guests who vanish without notice."

She winked, her smile warm. "But you're forgiven. For now."

As the footmen arrived with the main course, Lucette's eyes lit up at the sight of the roasted venison. The rich aroma of the red currant and juniper berry glaze wafted across the table, mingling with the buttery scent of mashed potatoes and the golden warmth of Yorkshire puddings. The presentation was nothing short of impeccable, every plate carefully placed before the guests.

Lucette leaned slightly toward Viers, a small smile playing on her lips as she explained in a hushed tone, "Alright, Viers, here's your crash course in Dosuunian dining. That's roasted venison—granny Fio," the girl paused to point the rather youthful-looking Admiral out, "insists it's the finest game from our estate. The sauce is a bit tangy, but it complements the meat perfectly. These are Yorkshire puddings, not actual puddings," she added quickly, anticipating a misunderstanding. "Think of them as fluffy, golden pastries for soaking up the sauce." She gestured to the vegetables. "And these are root vegetables—roasted to perfection, of course. Oh, and the mashed potatoes? Always a favorite."

She paused, her voice softening with a touch of pride. "Everything here is sourced from the estate, from the venison to the juniper berries. It's a family tradition."

Across the table, her sisters Frankie, Thea, and Serrah whispered amongst themselves, their heads huddled conspiratorially. Every so often, one of them would glance at Lucy and Viers, their barely-contained giggles drawing a sidelong look from Lucy's mothers.

Lt. Colonel Aerys Fortan, seated near the head of the table, raised a brow as her sharp eyes caught the quiet exchange between her daughters. "Alright, girls," she said, her tone commanding yet light. "What's so amusing that you're practically bursting at the seams?" Drawing attention from Lucy's uncle Iaacen, aunt Órla, and just about everyone else at the table.

Serrah, ever the bold one, smirked. "Oh, nothing, Mama. Just… admiring how Lucy seems to have brought a guest this time." Her emphasis on the word 'guest' made Thea stifle a laugh behind her napkin.

Dr. Saeuun Fortan, seated beside her wife, tilted her head and smiled gently, her analytical gaze turning toward Lucette and Viers. "A guest, you say?" she asked, her voice carrying a playful curiosity. As if she hadn't noticed or known, "is that why our Lucette has been beaming all evening? It's not often she shares her table with someone from… outside."

Lucette froze mid-sentence, her cheeks warming as she glanced between her mothers and Viers. "I—I wasn't exactly keeping her a secret," she stammered, her usual composure slipping slightly. "Viers is from Jutrand. She's… well, she's—" And then added confidently, "a friend, a very, good friend."

"Uh huh," Lucy's mother acknowledged, "good friends, mhmm?" The Doctor looked over at her wife, the Lt. Colonel who quite quickly began to drink her water. "Well, then what a pleasure it is to meet you, Viers from Jutrand."

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