#oc: solenn

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[adohr]

Part I: The Fire-Walker’s Oath

The Aetherian Citadel, perched atop a floating island known as Lunavine, drifts slowly across the twilight skies. Crystals embedded in its spires pulse with ancient starlight. Below, the world sleeps beneath a dream-thick mist. The Celestial Empire has ruled for a thousand years from a golden throne no one remembers being built.

But tonight, prophecy stirs.

The Hall of Echoing Law rang with the low, droning hum of the Starlight Council—twelve figures in robes woven with fragments of fallen stars, standing like pillars in a temple untouched by time.

A single voice rang out like a sword being unsheathed.

“Solenne of Ember Vale,” boomed Eiloran the Hollow-Eyed, the eldest among them. “You must do as the Starlight Emperor has decreed. The celestial order must fall. This is not mere rebellion. This is our restoration.”

His eyes shimmered with something unearthly—glee, perhaps, or madness made holy.

“Cite the Lunis Codex,” hissed Thessalora of the Shattered Veil, her breath visible in the cold magic of the chamber. “Say the words. Let the sky split at dawn.”

Solenne stood in the heart of their circle. Slender, quiet, cloaked in ash-grey linen stitched with mothwing thread. Her eyes, dark as forgotten wells, did not flinch.

She did not speak.

Only a nod. A simple bow of the head that betrayed nothing, though her pulse roared in her ears.

Around her, the council seemed to grow, their shadows dragging long fingers across the floor, their voices echoing louder, heavier, as if spoken underwater. The ancient runes on the walls flickered. Her vision bent — the marble beneath her feet felt as if it might liquefy.

“You will rise at dawn.”

“The stars are watching.”

“We remember the First Flame. Do you?”

Solenne whispered, just loud enough for the marble to hear:

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Council.”

Her footsteps clicked like clockwork teeth across the obsidian-tiled floor. With both hands, she pushed open the great door — ancient oak bound with sunstone hinges — and the wood creaked like a beast roused from sleep. The moment she crossed the threshold, the door slammed behind her with a soul-deep clang that made the air tremble.

She dropped to her knees.

Breathing. Fast. Wild.

The stone corridor was empty, quiet except for the crystalline whispers of the torches. The weight of her choice sank into her bones like winter.

Then —

A spark.

A gesture.

Her middle finger met her thumb, and—

Snap.

Fire bloomed from her fingertips like a phoenix being born. The hall behind her erupted in a ribbon of golden flame that licked the ancient tapestries and fed hungrily on sacred air. The torches gasped, then died.

Solenne ran.

Cloak flaring. Footsteps echoing. Her heart pounding in strange rhythms — one beat for fear, one beat for purpose. Terrified, yes.

But something deeper had taken root.

A certainty.

A resolve born not from hatred, but from the aching hope that even empires forged in starlight could be wrong.

Above, through a high arched window, the first sliver of dawn peeled open the dark.

And somewhere, far above the Citadel, a forgotten god exhaled.

✵ Scene: The Moon’s Garden ✵

On the western edge of the Aetherian Citadel, hidden between illusion and sky, lies the Moon’s Garden — a sacred haven where the moonlight is thick enough to drink and the air hums with the breath of old gods.

The spiral staircase, etched with constellations only visible during lunar eclipses, coiled endlessly downward. Solenne moved like smoke, her burnt cloak flickering at the edges as the invisibility spell shimmered around her. She passed two palace guards — both slack-jawed and half asleep, unaware that power older than the Empire brushed past their polished boots.

The deeper she descended, the louder the stillness became — the sound of breathing trees, of paper rustling in windless air, of moonlight settling over silver moss like dew.

She stepped into the garden.

The Moon’s Garden was carved directly into the rock of the floating isle. The walls glistened with blue-veined crystal, and the sky above was a perfect dome of starlit velvet. In the center, a small altar of moon-glass held offerings: rice flowers, ink-painted feathers, a bowl of spring water reflecting three moons though only one hung in the sky.

And there —

Metztli.

Her voluminous brown curls spilled like ivy down her back. She wore a deep blue cloak flecked with starlight motes, as if the sky itself had woven her clothing. Her hands folded intricate flowers from rice paper, placing them gently at the foot of the altar. She hummed — an old lullaby from the Silver Coast — and then, without looking up:

“I know you’re here, Teacher. No sneaking up on me.”

Solenne let the spell fade. The light around her broke like water. The moon caught the soot-smudges on her cheek, the singed hem of her cloak, the wild gleam in her eyes.

“You always were too clever.”

“Is something wrong?” Metztli tilted her head, smiling. “Your cloak is burnt. And your face is flushed like you ran through lightning…”

Solenne's voice wavered, then steadied.

“My successor. My prodigy. I need to tell you the truth about something... Something I should have told you years ago.”

Metztli leaned forward. Her brows knit together in concern.

Solenne stepped closer, her hands trembling. She stared at her, not as a mentor to a student — but as one soul burdened with a secret too heavy to carry alone.

“Do you remember the first spell I ever taught you?”

Metztli blinked. “The one from the storybook? ‘Only the one foretold by moon and star may speak the True Name of the Sky’... That one?”

“Yes.”

“But… you said only the Prophet could use it.” Her voice softened. “You read it to me before bed, remember? I thought it was a fairytale...”

Her eyes widened. Slowly, wonder blooming into disbelief.

“Wait. Wait wait wait. You’re not saying— It’s about you, isn’t it? The woman drenched in starlight, who’d rebirth this land through moonlight?”

She stood now, her hands still dusted with rice flour and magic. Her breath caught.

“The Celestial Festival is happening tonight and—”

Solenne raised her hand sharply, silencing her.

“It’s you, Metztli.”

A beat of silence.

Solenne reached forward, cupping Metztli’s face. Her thumb pressed gently between the girl’s brows — and with a whisper of ancient syllables, a searing light etched into skin.

“Nuri’thira lumae.”

A sigil — shaped like a crescent moon clasping a sun — blazed into existence, burning a line into Metztli’s brow.

“Agh—!” Metztli staggered, grabbing at her forehead. “What—? What did you—?”

The scar shimmered gold before fading into a ghostly white mark, pulsing faintly.

“It’s done,” Solenne said, stepping back. Her eyes gleamed with tears and pride and grief all at once. “They’ll sense the mark soon. We have little time.”

Metztli touched the mark, trembling. “You… branded me. You chose me. Why now?! Why like this?!”

“Because I’m not coming with you.”

“What do you mean?” Her voice cracked. “You’re Solenne, the Fire-Walker of Ember Vale, the council’s own shadow. You taught me everything. We’re supposed to—together—”

“They’ve marked me for death,” Solenne whispered. “I used forbidden fire. They’ll hunt me through starlight and snow. But you—” she reached out, grasping Metztli’s hands — “you are the one the moon has chosen. And tonight, when the moon eclipses the sun, you will stand at the Spire and speak the Sky’s True Name. The Empire will fall. And something gentler will grow in its place.”

Metztli shook her head, tears forming like constellations. “But I don’t know how to save a empire.”

Solenne smiled, her voice no louder than a candle flame.

“That’s why the moon chose someone who’d try.”

From above, a low horn echoed — distant and ominous.

The Starlight Council had found the flames. And they were coming.

A sound cracked across the skies like a rift being torn — a deep, ancient horn that hadn’t been heard since the days when the stars still walked among men.

Solenne’s head snapped toward the garden archway, eyes wide.

“Oh no…”

The garden trembled faintly, the crystal-laced walls humming with pressure, reacting to the presence of too many soldiers drawing near.

Solenne’s breath hitched.

“They’ve found us. I wasn’t—” Her voice faltered, pain flickering behind her composure. “I wasn’t expecting them so soon.”

Metztli reached for her hand, desperate. “Then we go! Together. We can outpace them. We’ll take the wind stairs down to the Vale. You said you had routes—”

But Solenne’s expression turned like a blade. She stepped back, her face suddenly hard, her voice like iron wrapped in sorrow.

“You will damn us all to hell if you stay.”

The garden stilled. The moon above seemed to flinch behind a passing cloud.

“They cannot know you carry the Sigil, Metztli. The spell I etched into your mind—it will protect you only if you run. Only if you vanish.”

She placed a hand on Metztli’s chest now, over her racing heart.

“I burned the knowledge into your soul. Every name, every map, every forbidden thread of magic they erased from history — it’s in you now. Hidden. Locked away behind moonlight and memory.”

Metztli’s eyes shimmered. “But I don’t want to leave you.”

“You must.”

Solenne’s voice broke slightly — not loud, not dramatic — just human. A break between breaths, a lifetime between words.

“Run to the furthest ends of the land. Past the Moon Range. Beyond the Aurora Lakes. Seek the Valley where only moonlight drenches its forests.”

“The Nyxmere Hollow?” Metztli gasped. “That place is cursed. No one returns from it.”

“It’s not cursed,” Solenne said. “It’s guarded. It is the last sanctuary of the Old Light — the only place their magic can’t touch. There you will wait. And when the eclipse crowns the sky… you will rise.”

From behind the garden walls came the sound of footsteps — not ordinary ones, but floating, flickering — the footfalls of those who had forsaken gravity, who traveled by will and law alone.

The Starlight Council was near.

Metztli clutched her cloak, her voice trembling. “Please, Teacher. Please come with me. We’ll hide together. We’ll find the valley—”

But Solenne had already turned, her cloak catching moonlight like fire in the wind.

“Go.”

“Solenne—”

“GO!”

A gust of power surged from her, blowing open the gates of the garden in a burst of pale flame. The path to the skies — and to the Valley of Moonlight — was open. But it would not remain so for long.

Tears streamed silently down Metztli’s face as she turned. As she ran.

Behind her, the last thing she saw was Solenne standing beneath the altar’s silver tree, arms raised, fire curling around her like a halo — ready to delay the council with her life.

The moons wept that night.

And the stars turned away.

"But how long would it take for the eclipse to crown the sky, when war slows it down, and creates blisters in our souls?"

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3, 4, and 10 for Solenne!

OC asks:

3) What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

I almost always come up with a character’s design and appearance before anything else. I’ve always been like this. I would just doodle character designs in my notes and then be like “okay what if”. I spend a long time in the xiv character creator with all of my ocs. But I was already going in with some general vibes when I made Solenne. I knew I was gonna make an elezen lady and I knew I wanted her to be pink and then jumped off of that.

4) And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

I think I struggled with both her personality and giving her a role in the story. When I made her as an alt it was initially only to be on level with some of my sprout friends because they requested that I go through the story alongside them (partially for me to queue-boost, partially because they didn’t want me to wait around for them). So she didn’t really become a fully fledged OC until midway through stormblood(?) I can’t really remember at this point lol. But she ended up becoming really important to Silas and his story both as a support and as his friend.

10) What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Solenne’s main arc revolves around a lot of the deeprooted issues in Ishgard. Her family was all accused of heresy and killed and so she pretty much raised herself in the Brume, and worked her way up into being a knight naively thinking she could change things for people in the undercity. The drk questline is canon for her as well.

She initially joins up with Silas and the scions in ARR during the brief arc in Coerthas while trying to investigate all the heretic bullshit happening, and get’s directly involved in trying to help clear Francel’s name. After that she parts ways with Silas and continues to investigate all of the Shiva stuff so when Silas ends up back in Coerthas in the ARR post patches which in my brain gives more depth to the situation than we actually get but i’d have ti sit down and write before i could properly articulate it. But after that she becomes a permanent fixture in Silas’ party through the end of endwalker. This got long but man I just love my girl so much.

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Solenne De Riva

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it's oc time

ok like i promised (threated /j lol) i am here to talk all about my silliest ocs (my silly solenne) i'd intended to do my mc too but got tired lol. she will get her own post

first, meet solenne and her familiar, a crow named vidal. it took me a while to decide on names. solenne means sunlight, and vidal means life! both are names with spanish origins which i loved, and they also have synonymous meanings! their more casual names are cinnamon and i'm scared lol

now, important to know. there are two versions of solenne. the first version is the normal iteration of her. just a cute gal with a silly backstory that i will get into, and the spellbound secrets version of her. if you read my story spellbound secrets don't keep reading unless you don't care lol.

first! normal version. she started out as just a witch, but after a potion mishap, she gets demon features (horns and a tail) and moves to hell/the devildom. vidal started off as a normal crow that liked to hang out, but he drank some of the spilled potion that transformed her, and changed him. solenne is still trying to figure out the extent of what it did to him, but the only major thing she's been able to learn is that his life span was greatly extended like her own.

ok so, normal version obey me lore. solenne and solomon are close friends. two immortal yet silly magic wielders? come on it's asking to be written. i also like to think initially vidal was one of mammon's crows that he'd sent to keep an eye on her because he had a crush on her! vidal's loyalty and love for her stems from mammon's feelings about her. she was the first witch not to extort and blackmail him. when she was just a normal witch, she was nice to him and it was history from there. after the accident, he stopped hearing from the crow, so he came to check up on them. he learned about her situation, and helped her make the move to the devildom. may have to write some solenne and mammon content

alright these are the spellbound spoilers upcoming. this version was tailored specifically for my fanfic. i won't say too much regarding the story though if you're still interested. so, she started as just a normal witch. when she meets solomon, she's in need of a new mentor, so he takes her under his wing. eventually, they started dating, and even though it put a target on her back, she was happy. when solomon starts acting squirrelly, she thinks he's going to propose, so she makes a potion she knows he'll like the night he says he wants to talk about something important. he tells her he wants to break up because she's mortal and he's not, and he has lost someone he loves too many times to see it happen again. she tries to beg him to stay and that they can work through it, but solomon refuses. when she keeps begging, he accidently sends a wave of magic her way, imbuing the potion with his magic and spilling it all over her at the same time. her transformation happens over time. vidal happened to drink the spilled potion, leading to their friendship. eventually, she moves to the devildom in an attempt to start fresh and grow acclimated to her new life. so far, that's most of what i have and the rest would be getting into spoiler territory

besides the pictures i'm going to attach, i'm also going to talk a little about what she looks like since i can't draw. before her transformation, she had black hair. After her transformation, she got horns, a tail with a heart at the end, and she became a blonde lol. i am not an artist so keep this in mind, but i drew my vision of her horns.

These aren’t up to date anymore, but see here for an older version of her plus what I based solenne off of

general fun facts about her!

vidal likes to sit in her hat when she's not wearing it

despite all of the heart motifs in her tail and horns, stars are actually her favorite shape, hence her hat, which was a gift from her late master

loves incense, specifically jasmine and gardenia

pink is her favorite color!

i'll probably talk more about her later but i'm super tired right now. who knew oc info dumping was this hard of work

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Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Twenty One

The grand tea banquet hall was filled with laughter, the soft clinking of porcelain cups, and the warm, delicate scent of fresh pastries and fine teas from across the Valorian Empire. Noblewomen from all around the kingdom were dressed in their finest attire, each lady adorned in exquisite gowns, glittering jewelry, and delicate lace. Today was a day for elegance, poise, and tradition—a day to celebrate Princess Solina before she embarked on her new life as the wife of Captain Levi and future ambassador to Paradis.

At the head of the gathering sat Solina, her cheeks slightly flushed with a mixture of excitement and nerves. She wore a beautiful dress of soft pastel hues, her red hair styled in elegant waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Beside her, her mother, Lady Solana, radiated pride and happiness, her emerald green gown mirroring the vibrant color of her eyes. Solina’s younger sisters, Soleil and Solenne, giggled beside her, already immersed in the excitement of the day. They were joined by the other consorts and Solina’s half-sisters: the soft-spoken Gracelyn, the vivacious Ruby, the poised Opal, and the graceful Ivoria.

As the noblewomen mingled and sipped their tea, Solina graciously accepted a series of gifts presented by her family and close friends. Each gift was thoughtful, each sentiment heartfelt, and the room was filled with admiration for the beloved princess who would soon be leaving to start a new life.

But, despite the festivity, there was a tension lingering beneath the surface, one that Solina couldn’t ignore. Dimaria, her half-sister from Lady Darcy’s side, sat across the table, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. She offered backhanded compliments throughout the afternoon, thinly veiled beneath a tone of feigned sweetness.

“Oh, Sister,” Dimaria said, raising her cup to her lips with a smirk, “you must be so excited. Leaving Valoria to live on an island—how… quaint. I imagine you’ll miss the comforts of home terribly. But I’m sure it’s a fitting place for a Diamond, to be hidden away, yes?”

Solina’s smile faltered, but she maintained her composure, replying as gracefully as possible. “Paradis is very different, yes, but I look forward to learning from its people and becoming a part of their world. I’m grateful for the opportunity.”

Lady Darcy, seated nearby, exchanged a glance with Dimaria and made no move to curb her daughter’s attitude. Instead, she leaned forward, her tone cool and aloof. “Oh, indeed, it’s quite the journey you’re undertaking. I do hope Captain Levi is… accommodating to such a delicate flower as yourself. It would be such a pity if things didn’t work out as planned.”

Lady Solana, having heard enough, set her cup down with a soft but audible clink. Her voice was calm but held an edge that hinted at years of restrained tension. “Enough with your snide remarks, Dimaria. It’s unbecoming of you to speak to your sister this way, especially on a day meant to celebrate her.”

Dimaria’s eyes narrowed, and she straightened her shoulders, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Why, I’m merely showing concern, Lady Solana. Surely it’s understandable to worry about Solina’s adjustment to such a… different lifestyle. She is, after all, the Diamond. I would hate to see her brilliance tarnished by such a… rough place.”

Lady Solana’s patience finally snapped, and she fixed Dimaria with a cold, piercing gaze. “You jealous, spiteful child,” she spat, her voice cutting through the polite chatter around the table. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to the two women. “You’ve been nothing but bitter since the day you realized Solina was chosen as the Diamond of Valoria. And it’s no wonder why you weren’t chosen—you lack the kindness, the grace, and the selflessness that title demands.”

Dimaria’s face turned red with anger, and Lady Darcy’s expression darkened as she stood from her seat, her voice a low hiss. “How dare you speak to my daughter that way, Solana! Who do you think you are?”

Lady Solana rose to her feet as well, her expression unwavering, her gaze hard and unyielding. “I am Solina’s mother, and I will not tolerate your daughter belittling mine on what is supposed to be a joyous occasion. You and your spiteful daughter have been nothing but poison to this family, constantly undermining Solina and spreading bitterness wherever you go.”

Lady Darcy took a step closer, her eyes flashing with fury. “You always think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you, Solana? Just because you bore the Emperor’s heir doesn’t make you better than the rest of us. You’re nothing more than a self-righteous fool.”

The tension in the room was palpable, the other noblewomen glancing nervously at one another, unsure of how to react. Solina felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration. This was supposed to be a happy day, a day of celebration, and yet here were her mother and Lady Darcy, locked in a fierce standoff, their bitterness spilling over into the one moment that was meant to be hers.

“Mother,” Solina said softly, placing a gentle hand on Lady Solana’s arm, hoping to diffuse the situation. “Please, let’s not… let’s not let this ruin the day.”

But Lady Darcy was not done. She turned her gaze on Solina, her voice dripping with contempt. “It’s a pity, really, that the Diamond is so… sensitive. One would think a true Diamond could handle a bit of criticism without wilting.”

Solina’s heart sank, but before she could respond, Lady Solana’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Enough, Darcy. If you have nothing but venom to contribute, then perhaps you should leave. Solina deserves to be surrounded by those who genuinely wish her well, not by envious, bitter souls who can’t stand to see her shine.”

Lady Darcy’s eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, it looked as though she might lash out. But instead, she gave a haughty sniff, turning on her heel. “Come, Dimaria. Clearly, we’re not wanted here.”

Dimaria cast one last, withering look at Solina before rising from her seat, following her mother out of the room with a defiant tilt to her chin. The tension lingered in the air even after they had gone, the other women shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Lady Solana sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she turned to Solina, her expression softening. “I’m sorry, my dear,” she murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Solina’s ear. “I didn’t want this to happen on your special day.”

Solina forced a small smile, though the sting of her half-sister’s and Lady Darcy’s words still lingered. “It’s all right, Mother. I… I suppose I’ve grown used to it.”

Soleil, who had been silent throughout the exchange, suddenly reached over and took Solina’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t listen to them, Solina. You’re the Diamond because you deserve to be. And we’re all so proud of you.”

Ivoria nodded, her gaze warm and supportive. “They can say whatever they want, but we know who you truly are, Solina. And so does Levi. That’s what matters.”

A soft murmur of agreement rippled through the room, and Solina felt her spirits lifting, a sense of reassurance filling her heart. She looked around at the women gathered around her— her mother, her sisters, the other consorts, the friends who truly cared for her—and a genuine smile spread across her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you all. I’m so lucky to have each of you by my side.”

The tension melted away, and the atmosphere gradually returned to one of warmth and celebration. Lady Solana raised her teacup, smiling at her daughter. “To Princess Solina,” she announced, her voice ringing with pride. “May her new journey bring her happiness, strength, and all the love she deserves.”

The women around the table raised their cups, echoing Lady Solana’s toast, their voices filled with warmth and affection.

“To Princess Solina!”

As they sipped their tea, Solina felt a renewed sense of confidence and peace settle over her. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever bitterness Dimaria and Lady Darcy might harbor, she knew she had the support of those who truly mattered. And with Levi by her side, she felt ready to face the future, knowing that she would never be alone.

…

After Lady Darcy and Dimaria’s abrupt departure, a gentle but collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. The tension seemed to lift immediately, like a heavy fog dissipating under the warmth of the sun. Lady Blair leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with a blend of amusement and exasperation as she took a careful sip of her tea.

“Well,” she murmured, setting her cup down with a gentle clink. “I think that might be the first tea I’ve had to sip through gritted teeth. It’s a miracle it didn’t shatter in my hands.”

Lady Madeline, typically reserved and private, gave an uncharacteristic chuckle. “It’s truly impressive how Darcy and her daughter manage to sour even the sweetest moments,” she remarked dryly, glancing over at Solina with a soft, sympathetic look. “You shouldn’t have had to endure that, Solina. This day is about celebrating you, not enduring petty barbs.”

Solina smiled shyly, grateful for the support of her family, though the weight of Lady Darcy’s and Dimaria’s words still lingered slightly. Lady Solana reached over and patted her hand, offering a warm, motherly smile that melted some of the tension from Solina’s shoulders.

“Thank you, both of you,” Solina said softly, looking from Lady Blair to Lady Madeline. “It… it hurt to hear them speak that way, but… I suppose it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to. I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“None of us wanted it to be this way,” Lady Solana sighed, her tone filled with a resigned frustration. “But Darcy has always been… difficult. She and I were close once, when we first came to the palace. She was like a sister to me. We went through everything together—adjusting to court life, the constant scrutiny, even our pregnancies.” She shook her head sadly. “But then Solomon was born first, and suddenly everything changed. She saw it as a betrayal, as though I’d somehow conspired to place Solomon before James in the line of succession. It’s as though she can’t accept that life sometimes unfolds in ways beyond our control.”

Lady Blair scoffed, her voice laced with a rare edge. “Darcy has always been one to harbor grievances over things that were never meant to be in anyone’s control. She’s ambitious, yes, but it’s poisoned her heart. And now, that bitterness has spread to Dimaria.” She shook her head, glancing toward the doorway through which the mother and daughter had departed. “I still remember when Dimaria and Solina were little girls, thick as thieves. They were practically inseparable.”

Solina nodded, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. “We used to spend hours in the gardens together, playing hide-and-seek, making crowns out of daisies. I thought of her as a sister. I never imagined she would one day… resent me.”

Lady Madeline looked thoughtfully at Solina, her usually reserved face softened with empathy. “Puberty brought out the worst in her, I’m afraid,” she murmured. “I remember Darcy whispering to me once, saying that she hoped Dimaria would become the Diamond, to ‘restore balance’ after Solomon was named heir. It’s as though she thought Solina and Solomon both bore some fault for being chosen.”

Lady Solana sighed, her fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table. “I had hoped Darcy would come to see reason over the years, that she would put her children’s happiness above her own desire for status. But her ambitions have only grown, and they’ve twisted her—and Dimaria, too. All that jealousy and resentment has seeped into her daughter. It’s like a poison that’s infected them both.”

Lady Blair’s face tightened with sympathy as she glanced at Solina. “You know, my dear, that you should never take Dimaria’s words to heart. Her barbs come from a place of deep insecurity. She’s had her mother feeding her tales of entitlement and superiority for years, convincing her that she was meant to be the Diamond, that you somehow stole that from her. But you and I both know that the title of Diamond isn’t about status or beauty alone—it’s about grace, kindness, and resilience, qualities that Darcy never saw fit to instill in her daughter.”

Solina managed a grateful smile, though her fingers fidgeted with her teacup. “It’s comforting to hear that, but it’s… it’s still difficult. I didn’t choose this title. I didn’t even want it at first. But I’ve come to accept it, to try and live up to the expectations that come with it. I just wish they could see that I never meant any harm. I just want to be a good sister.”

Lady Madeline reached over, giving Solina’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ve already proven yourself as a sister, as a daughter, and as the Diamond. Anyone who cannot see your worth is simply choosing not to. Darcy’s vision is clouded by her own ambition, and she’s infected Dimaria with the same poison. But you—” Madeline smiled warmly, pride evident in her gaze, “you have blossomed into a woman who embodies everything this family, and this kingdom, should be proud of.”

Lady Solana looked between her daughter and her friends, her eyes shining with gratitude and pride. “We’re here for you, Solina,” she said softly. “Blair, Madeline, and I have always supported each other, and we’ve raised our children to love one another, despite the challenges. It’s only Darcy who refuses to find harmony with us. But no matter what, we will stand by you, and so will your siblings—Soleil, Solomon, and even James. You have a family that loves you, and that is far more powerful than Darcy’s bitterness.”

Lady Blair raised her teacup in a small, encouraging gesture. “To Solina,” she said, her voice warm and filled with conviction. “May she continue to be the light that guides this family, and may she find joy and love in her new life with Captain Levi.”

The other ladies lifted their teacups, echoing Lady Blair’s sentiment with quiet strength. “To Solina.”

As they all sipped their tea, Solina felt a newfound confidence bloom within her, nourished by the unwavering support of her family. She knew that she was loved, that she was surrounded by those who believed in her, who would protect her no matter the trials ahead. The sting of Dimaria’s and Lady Darcy’s words began to fade, replaced by the warmth of the bonds she shared with these women.

Lady Madeline, ever perceptive, watched Solina with a gentle smile. “And as for Captain Levi,” she said, her voice softer, “he will see in you the qualities we all see, if he hasn’t already. A marriage founded on respect, kindness, and love will be far stronger than anything Darcy and Dimaria could ever tear down. You are on a path toward a future filled with promise, Solina. Hold on to that.”

Solina nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and happiness at Madeline’s words. “Thank you, Lady Madeline. I… I truly appreciate your wisdom. I feel ready for this, truly.” She glanced around at the smiling faces of her mother and the other consorts, taking a deep breath as a sense of peace washed over her.

As the afternoon continued, the air filled with laughter once again, the three older women sharing memories of their early days in the palace, stories of their children, and even a few lighthearted jokes at each other’s expense. Solina found herself relaxing, the earlier tension forgotten as she laughed along with them, grateful for these moments of genuine family connection.

In her heart, Solina knew that this support, this love, was all she needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The path may not be easy, but with Levi by her side and her family behind her, she was ready to step forward as Valoria’s Diamond and as Levi’s wife, with strength and grace.

…

Meanwhile as Lady Darcy and Princess Dimaria entered the lavishly adorned Lily House, the tension between them hung thick in the air. Lady Darcy’s face remained impassive, her mind swirling with thoughts of the Emperor’s recent warnings. She knew better than to test his patience further, especially after their recent confrontation. Her position was precarious enough; to jeopardize it by aligning herself with the Marleyans or by openly sabotaging Solina would be akin to courting disaster. No, Lady Darcy would not risk her standing in the imperial family any further.

But Dimaria… Dimaria had never been one to adhere to subtlety or patience. Watching her mother’s apparent resignation only fueled her resentment more. She wanted to hurt Solina, to wipe that blissful smile off her face and tear down the picture-perfect image that everyone held of her half-sister. The more she saw Solina cherished, adored, and now on the brink of a happy marriage, the deeper Dimaria’s jealousy sank, darkening her thoughts.

As they walked through the corridors, the glittering chandeliers and tapestries of Lily House casting a warm glow on their path, Dimaria kept her expression carefully neutral until they reached her chambers. She could barely contain her simmering resentment as she closed the door behind her mother and sank onto one of the luxurious chaise lounges.

Lady Darcy regarded her daughter with a weary look. “Whatever you’re plotting, Dimaria, I advise you to exercise caution. Your father is not a fool. If he suspects even a hint of foul play from us, he won’t hesitate to put you in your place.”

Dimaria scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, Mother, please. You may be content to let Solina walk all over you, but I’m not. She’s stolen everything that should have been mine—her title, her happy engagement, and now this adoring attention from everyone around her. I won’t sit idly by while she gets everything handed to her on a silver platter.”

Lady Darcy sighed, her tone icy. “And what do you intend to do? Whatever you’re thinking, it cannot be connected back to us. I’m already walking a fine line with the Emperor. One misstep, and we could lose everything.”

A sly smirk crossed Dimaria’s lips as she considered her plan. “I assure you, Mother, I’ll keep our family name safe. But Solina is in for a rude awakening. Levi might seem like the perfect, loyal fiancé, but he’s still a man. All men have their weaknesses.”

Lady Darcy’s brow furrowed in cautious interest. “What exactly are you planning, Dimaria?”

Dimaria leaned forward, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “I overheard one of the maids talking about a surprise bachelor party for Captain Levi tonight. Apparently, his dear friends from Paradis and James, Solomon, and Gale are planning the event.”

Lady Darcy’s eyes narrowed with intrigue. “A bachelor party? Go on.”

“Levi may be captivated by Solina now, but that can change. I’ll arrange for a few… distractions to show up at his little celebration. A few dancers, perhaps some women from the brothels nearby, something to catch his attention. Men can be quite predictable when faced with temptation.” Her lips twisted into a cold smile. “And then, I’ll ensure that Solina sees it all. I’ll have her go there, innocent and trusting, only to witness Levi surrounded by women throwing themselves at him.”

Lady Darcy’s eyes widened, and she looked at her daughter, both impressed and alarmed. “Dimaria… that is a dangerous game you’re playing. If it backfires—”

“Then it will be on him,” Dimaria interrupted smoothly. “All I’m doing is arranging for a bit of entertainment. If he’s truly devoted to Solina, he’ll behave himself, won’t he?” She let out a mocking laugh. “But if he’s like most men, Solina will see the truth of what she’s marrying into. Either way, she’ll be hurt.”

Lady Darcy regarded her daughter thoughtfully, a part of her recognizing the recklessness of the scheme but also understanding the deeper roots of Dimaria’s resentment. She’d cultivated Dimaria’s ambition, encouraged her dreams of rising above, and fueled her desire to be noticed. And now, Dimaria was acting out the same bitterness and jealousy that had been planted within her since childhood.

“What if Solina sees through it?” Lady Darcy cautioned. “She may be naive, but she’s not entirely oblivious.”

Dimaria gave a dismissive wave. “She’s too infatuated to see reason. I’ll make sure that her doubts are strong enough to cast a shadow over her marriage before it even begins. I’ll have the maid deliver a message to her during the party, something vague but concerning, enough to make her think something’s wrong. By the time she arrives, the scene will be set. She’ll see Levi in the company of other women, and her heart will shatter.”

Lady Darcy’s lips curved in a half-smile, though her eyes held a hint of caution. “Very well. But tread carefully, Dimaria. If anyone suspects you, especially the Emperor, we’ll both suffer the consequences.”

Dimaria’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of glee and malice. “Don’t worry, Mother. I’ve thought this through. By the end of tonight, Solina’s perfect little fairy tale will begin to unravel.”

With a satisfied smile, she rang a small bell, summoning one of her trusted maids. A young woman entered, bowing respectfully, and Dimaria immediately launched into her instructions. She spoke in a hushed tone, outlining the details with precision, her voice carrying a strange delight as she described each aspect of her scheme.

The maid listened attentively, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the nature of Dimaria’s plan. But years of serving in the Lily House had taught her not to question orders, especially from someone as ambitious as Princess Dimaria. When Dimaria finished, the maid nodded, curtsying before leaving the room to carry out her instructions.

Once the maid had gone, Dimaria reclined on the chaise, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as she envisioned the chaos her plan would unleash. She could already picture the look of devastation on Solina’s face, the heartbreak in her eyes as she witnessed Levi surrounded by women vying for his attention. Dimaria’s smile widened.

Lady Darcy, though still cautious, allowed herself a small smile of approval. “Perhaps this will finally remind Solina that she isn’t invincible. She needs to be humbled.”

Dimaria’s gaze sharpened, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “Oh, she will be humbled, Mother. By the time I’m finished, she’ll understand exactly what it’s like to lose something she cherishes.”

They shared a knowing look, the animosity they both held toward the Rose House uniting them in this malicious endeavor. And while Lady Darcy still held a hint of hesitation, she couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction that came from imagining Solina’s heartache.

For now, Dimaria’s plan was set in motion, and all they had to do was wait. The wheels of their scheme turned with silent anticipation, each step leading toward a night that promised to shatter Solina’s illusions. Dimaria’s heart raced with anticipation, savoring the moment when her sister’s happiness would begin to crumble.

And with one final, triumphant smile, she reclined back, content to watch her scheme play out from the shadows, relishing the thought of Solina’s perfect world collapsing, one carefully crafted piece at a time.

…

In the royal training grounds, Levi struck the training dummy with focused precision, each blow more intense than the last, he allowed himself to lose track of time. The rhythmic, repetitive motion of his strikes grounded him, allowing his thoughts to wander without losing his edge. Each swing helped to release a bit of the tension that had built up within him over the last few days, a mixture of anticipation and something close to excitement. In less than 48 hours, Princess Solina would officially become his wife, a fact that both surprised and moved him.

The thought brought a rare smile to his lips, hidden by the concentration etched across his face as he focused on his practice. He could hardly believe it himself—that he, Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, a man hardened by years of battle and loss, could feel this strange sense of happiness at the prospect of marriage. And not just any marriage, but a union with someone as genuinely kind and selfless as Solina. She was unlike anyone he had ever known, and he was slowly realizing that he was looking forward to this life they were about to start together. The thought of protecting her, being there for her, supporting her... it stirred something in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Just then, the sound of laughter and footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Turning, he saw Hange, Jean, and Armin approaching him, and alongside them were Solomon, James, and Gale, Solina’s brothers. Levi had come to appreciate the presence of his future brothers-in-law, finding in them a camaraderie he rarely associated with royalty. They were different, less pretentious than most nobles he’d met, more grounded and approachable. Of course, that respect did not extend to everyone in Solina’s family—Princess Dimaria and Lady Darcy were a different story entirely. Levi felt a flicker of sympathy for James, who had to endure living with them in the Lily House. He couldn’t imagine how difficult that must be.

“Levi!” Hange called out with a grin, waving as she led the group over. “It’s time to put down the swords and pick up… well, something a little more celebratory!”

Levi narrowed his eyes, a bit skeptical. “What are you talking about, Hange?”

Jean smirked, crossing his arms. “Did you really think we’d let you get married without a proper bachelor party?”

Levi blinked, taken aback. He hadn’t even considered the idea, his mind far too focused on the upcoming ceremony and everything that would follow. “A bachelor party? That’s… not really necessary,” he mumbled, a bit uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

“Oh, come on, Levi,” Armin said with a gentle smile. “It’s tradition. Besides, we’ve got everything planned, and we’re not taking no for an answer.”

Solomon stepped forward with a grin. “Consider this our way of welcoming you to the family, Captain. We’ve kept things respectful—no need to worry. Just a night of drinks, good company, and a little bit of fun.”

Levi sighed, but he couldn’t deny the warmth he felt at their enthusiasm. “Fine,” he conceded, wiping the sweat from his brow. “But nothing too over the top, alright?”

“Over the top?” Hange laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Levi, you have no idea what’s coming!”

James laughed alongside her, an easygoing smile on his face. “Don’t worry, Levi. We know you’re not one for extravagance. We’ll keep it low-key… mostly.”

As the group began to walk back towards the palace, Levi found himself relaxing slightly. The camaraderie and support of his friends, combined with the acceptance he felt from Solina’s brothers, was a welcome reprieve from his usual solitary existence. These people were genuinely celebrating him, and it was a feeling he wasn’t entirely accustomed to.

“Can’t believe you’re really going to be a married man,” Jean said, walking beside him with a smirk. “You, of all people.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too,” Levi replied dryly, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t think I’d live long enough to even consider something like marriage.”

“Yet here we are,” Gale chimed in, a hint of pride in his voice. “And I couldn’t be happier that my sister is marrying someone like you, Levi. Solina deserves someone who’ll treat her well.”

Levi’s expression softened at the mention of Solina. “She’s… something else,” he admitted quietly, a rare openness in his voice that didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Look at him, getting all soft,” Hange teased, nudging him playfully. “Who would have thought? Captain Levi, with a soft spot for a princess.”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. “Shut up, Hange.”

The group shared a laugh, the easy banter helping to dispel any lingering tension. As they made their way towards the designated location for the party, Levi couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite his reservations about royalty and the burdens that came with it, Solina’s family—at least some of them—were good people, and he was grateful to be welcomed among them.

When they finally arrived, Levi was surprised to see a private room set up in one of the palace’s less formal quarters. The space was decorated simply, with comfortable seating, a large table laden with food and drinks, and an assortment of candles casting a warm glow over the room. It was intimate, tasteful, and perfect for someone like Levi who preferred simplicity over grandeur.

“Alright, everyone!” Hange announced, clapping her hands together. “Tonight, we drink to Levi and Solina!”

“Here, here!” the group echoed, lifting their glasses.

As the night wore on, Levi found himself loosening up, enjoying the warmth of the company and the easy laughter that flowed among them. Solomon shared stories of Solina from her childhood, recounting moments that made Levi smile, and James and Gale took turns poking fun at their own youthful misadventures, much to everyone’s amusement.

“You’re really lucky, you know,” Solomon said at one point, his tone a mix of sincerity and pride. “Solina may be a princess, but she’s more than just a title. She’s kind, incredibly talented, selfless, and she cares deeply about the people around her. She’ll make a wonderful wife.”

Levi nodded, his gaze softening as he took in Solomon’s words. “I know,” he replied simply. “I never expected any of this, but… I know I’m lucky. I’ll protect her, Solomon. You have my word on that.”

Solomon gave him a firm nod, a sense of mutual respect passing between them. “That’s all I need to hear.”

As the night continued, Jean and Armin took turns trying to engage Levi in friendly arm wrestling matches, which he won effortlessly each time. Even Solomon joined in, and though he put up a good fight, Levi’s strength ultimately prevailed.

“You’re going to make Solina feel pretty safe with those skills,” James joked, patting Levi on the back as he caught his breath from laughter. “She’s marrying one of the strongest men in the world.”

“Strength doesn’t matter as much as loyalty,” Levi replied, his voice calm but serious. “I’ll always be loyal to her. That’s what she deserves.”

The room grew quiet for a moment, a shared understanding settling among them. Even the scouts, who had known Levi longer than anyone else present, could see the sincerity in his words. This marriage was more than just an alliance—it was something Levi was committed to, heart and soul.

Hange, unable to let the seriousness linger for too long, raised her glass with a grin. “To Captain Levi, the most loyal and intimidating husband-to-be!”

“To Levi!” they all echoed, laughter breaking out once more.

The hours passed, and Levi found himself truly enjoying the rare camaraderie and support from both his friends and his future brothers-in-law. They spoke of everything from battle strategies to embarrassing childhood memories, the bonds among them growing stronger with each shared laugh and toast.

But as the night began to wind down, Levi couldn’t shake the warm, hopeful feeling that had settled in his chest. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t just a soldier or a leader—he was about to become a husband, part of a family that truly cared for him. And though the future was still uncertain, Levi knew one thing for sure: he would do everything in his power to protect Solina and make her happy.

And as he looked around at the faces of his friends and newfound family, Levi allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he deserved this happiness after all.

…

A few hours in and the party had reached the point of joyful chaos that only a mix of friendship, laughter, and a fair amount of alcohol could produce. Levi found himself bemused by the sight of Hange and Jean locked in a very enthusiastic debate over who was more “married” to their work, while Solomon and Gale leaned against each other, exchanging knowing grins that only came with shared family secrets. James had pulled Armin into a not-so-graceful dance, while Levi looked on, an amused but calm observer.

Despite the buzz of activity around him, Levi remained the only sober one at his own bachelor party, watching the antics unfold with a faint smile. He couldn’t deny he was enjoying himself. It was… nice, to be surrounded by both friends and future family, all here to celebrate this unexpected chapter in his life. For once, he felt a sense of acceptance and camaraderie that he hadn’t experienced in years. But as he glanced around the room, he couldn’t help but think of Solina, wondering what she might be doing right now. His thoughts wandered to their upcoming wedding and the future they’d soon be sharing.

Just then, an attendant opened the door, looking slightly nervous. Levi raised an eyebrow as he noticed the man glancing behind him, and before anyone could question it, four stunningly beautiful women dressed in shockingly scant clothing strolled confidently into the room. They were all elegance and allure, their movements calculated and intentional, and they sauntered over to Levi, their eyes glinting with purpose.

The room went silent, everyone’s gaze shifting between the women and Levi, whose expression had hardened in an instant. Jean, who was decidedly tipsy, let out a loud laugh. “Wait, who ordered the dancers?” He turned to Hange, eyes wide with mock suspicion. “Was it you, Hange?”

Hange just blinked, clearly just as perplexed as everyone else, before bursting into laughter herself. “Jean, don’t look at me! I’m just as surprised as you!”

Levi’s face darkened as he watched the women close in on him, and he shifted uncomfortably as one of them slipped onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “This isn’t exactly the type of party I was expecting,” he muttered, his voice a sharp contrast to the teasing laughter filling the room.

The women began to dance around him, pressing close, their intentions clear as they moved with practiced sensuality. Levi’s jaw clenched as he tried to remove the arms that were draped around his shoulders. He glanced at Solomon, James, and Gale, who all wore equally puzzled expressions.

“Did… Did anyone actually call for this?” Solomon asked, looking between his brothers and the scouts, trying to make sense of the situation. “I didn’t think Levi was the kind of man to enjoy something like this.”

“I didn’t call for them,” Gale replied, looking just as uncomfortable. He glanced at Levi, who was struggling to push the women off without physically hurting them or causing a scene.

Levi’s patience was wearing thin, his irritation growing as the women continued their attempts to engage him. He had no interest in this—if anything, it felt like an insult to the commitment he’d already made in his heart to Solina. Just as he was about to stand and make his way out of the room, an attendant entered, glancing nervously around before clearing his throat.

“Captain Levi,” he began hesitantly, looking between Levi and the women surrounding him.

But before the attendant could finish, the door opened again—and this time, Levi felt his heart drop. Standing in the doorway, looking completely taken aback, was Princess Solina. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her, her gaze immediately locking onto the sight of Levi, surrounded by four half-dressed women, all of whom were practically draped over him.

Levi felt a stab of panic as he saw the look of utter betrayal on her face, her lips trembling as her eyes filled with tears. “Solina…” he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper as he tried to stand up, desperate to explain that this wasn’t what it looked like.

But Solina’s expression shifted from shock to heartbreak, her face crumbling as she tried to process what she was seeing. Unable to bear the sight, she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she shook her head.

Before anyone could react, Solina turned on her heel and fled from the room, her soft cries echoing down the hallway. Levi’s heart sank, his throat tightening as he watched her retreating figure, the weight of her hurt and disappointment pressing heavily on him.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, everyone’s gaze shifting to Levi, who stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides. Solomon, who had been observing the whole ordeal in silent shock, looked from Levi to the door where his sister had disappeared, a deep frown settling on his face.

“What… just happened?” Jean finally asked, breaking the silence, his tone bewildered as he tried to piece together what he’d just witnessed.

Levi's mind raced, frustration boiling up within him as he yanked his hands away and roughly pushed off the women who clung to him, their presence a mocking reminder of the chaos they’d brought. The anger in his eyes was unmistakable as he barked, “Get the hell off me!” His voice cut through the room, silencing everyone around him, including the women who, up until that moment, had been unfazed by his protests.

Without wasting another second, he bolted towards the door, his steps quickening with a fierce determination as he rushed into the hallway. He knew exactly where Solina would be headed—back to the safety of the Rose House, where he couldn’t follow. The thought of her retreating to the royal gardens, hurt and misunderstood, made his chest tighten. He couldn’t let her go, not without explaining, not without clearing up the scene she’d stumbled upon. Desperation fueled him as he pushed himself to move faster, his heart pounding as he spotted her just ahead.

“Solina wait!” he called, his voice carrying through the corridor. But she ignored him, her steps quickening as she fled, and Levi’s frustration grew. He could see her shaking shoulders, the way she tried to hold herself together even as she moved away from him.

In a last, desperate move, he reached out, grabbing her arm to stop her. She spun around, her eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger, her chest heaving as she faced him. Before he could even speak, she raised her hand and slapped him across the cheek, the sharp sting of her palm leaving a sensation that was as much emotional as it was physical.

Levi hadn’t anticipated that—not from the soft-spoken, usually shy princess he’d come to know. His head turned slightly from the impact, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked back at her, seeing the depth of her hurt in the tears pooling in her green eyes. She was trembling, her hand lingering in the air as if she herself couldn’t believe what she’d just done.

Solina’s voice broke through the silence, low and filled with pain. “I thought you were different, Levi. I thought I’d found someone… someone I could trust.” Her voice cracked as she spoke, the betrayal evident in every syllable. “But you’re just like any other soldier—any other man who can’t resist a pretty face.”

Levi’s heart twisted at her words, at the raw hurt he saw flashing in her eyes. He knew he had to make her understand. His voice softened, yet held a desperate urgency. “Solina, please, listen to me. What you saw—it’s not what it looked like. I didn’t want them there. No one in that room called for them. They just showed up, and I was trying to push them away before you walked in.”

She looked down, her expression conflicted, as if she was trying to make sense of his words but couldn’t shake the image burned into her mind. “I don’t know, Levi. I want to believe you, but… what I saw…” Her voice faded, and she shook her head, biting her lip as she tried to hold back her tears. Her hands fidgeted, clutching the fabric of her dress as she looked away.

Levi took a step closer, his voice low and unwavering. “Solina, I would never do something like that to you. Especially not now—so close to our wedding. You mean too much to me.” His words were unguarded, each one carrying a weight that showed just how deeply he cared for her. He could see the doubt lingering in her eyes, the uncertainty twisting her thoughts, and it pained him to know she was struggling to believe him.

With a sudden, unplanned movement, Levi reached up, his hands gently cradling her face as he leaned down, his forehead nearly touching hers. “Please, Solina,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, filled with a rare vulnerability. “Believe me.”

Solina’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the warmth of his hands against her cheeks, the sincerity in his gaze breaking down her defenses. She could see the truth there, the desperate plea that mirrored the words he’d spoken.

And before she could say another word, Levi closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them as she felt the warmth of his lips, the firm yet gentle hold of his hands on her face. Her heart pounded as a whirlwind of emotions flooded her—shock, warmth, and a burgeoning happiness that she hadn’t anticipated.

It was her first kiss. Her very first, and it was with him, this man who had filled her heart with hope and excitement for a future she’d once feared. She felt her body relax in his embrace, the tension melting away as his kiss conveyed everything she’d needed to feel—the trust, the care, the promise that he wouldn’t betray her.

Levi pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes, his expression filled with a soft intensity that she’d never seen before. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “I care about you, Solina,” he said, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “I don’t want there to be any doubt in your mind. I’m here for you. Only you.”

Solina’s cheeks flushed, her eyes searching his as she absorbed his words. She could see the sincerity there, the unwavering resolve that he’d spoken with. Slowly, she nodded, her hand coming up to rest against his chest as she found her voice.

“I… I believe you, Levi.” Her words were soft, but they carried a warmth that matched the shy smile beginning to form on her lips. “I’m sorry… I should have trusted you.”

He shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “No, don’t apologize. I understand. You walked in on something… confusing. But trust me when I say, I only want you.”

The relief that washed over her was overwhelming, and she felt herself lean into him, her hands still resting against his chest as she tried to gather her thoughts. She took a shaky breath, feeling the last traces of her hurt dissolve, replaced by a renewed sense of closeness with him. It was as if, in that moment, she could see the future that awaited them, a future built on trust and a growing love that she could feel blossoming between them.

Levi gave her a soft smile, his hands sliding from her cheeks down to her shoulders, grounding her. “We’re going to be alright, Solina,” he murmured, his voice reassuring. “I’ll prove that to you every day.”

Solina looked up at him, her heart swelling with a happiness she hadn’t anticipated feeling. She offered him a smile, her voice soft but steady. “I… I’m looking forward to it.”

For a moment, they stood there in the hallway, lost in each other’s gaze, the tension from before melting away as they shared a quiet, heartfelt understanding.

As Levi and Solina pulled away from each other, a lingering warmth settled between them, grounding them in a newfound sense of understanding. Just as Levi offered Solina a reassuring smile, a sudden commotion from the other end of the corridor caught their attention. Solomon, James, and Gale were converging on a figure who seemed intent on slipping away but was unable to do so in time.

Dimaria’s face twisted with frustration, her attempt to flee thwarted. She cast a desperate glance over her shoulder as Solomon, his tone laced with restrained anger, stepped closer, fixing her with a sharp glare.

“Dimaria,” Solomon began, his voice steady but biting, “are you the one behind this?”

Dimaria’s expression shifted, her anger flickering into a brief flash of fear before settling into a defensive scowl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she spat, crossing her arms defiantly. But her gaze darted around, betraying her unease as her brothers continued to close in, and the scouts—Jean, Hange, and Armin—watched with disapproval written plainly on their faces.

Gale’s voice cut through her feigned ignorance, his tone edged with frustration. “Oh, drop the act, Dimaria. Who else would pull something so petty and vindictive?”

Dimaria’s composure faltered as she glared at him, her mouth opening to retort, but before she could, James stepped forward, disappointment etched deep in his features. “What is wrong with you?” he asked softly, the hurt evident in his voice. “How could you do this to Solina?”

Dimaria stiffened, her gaze narrowing as she tried to collect herself, summoning a mask of haughty indifference. “I didn’t do anything,” she replied, her voice brittle. “Maybe those… women showed up because someone actually thought Levi wanted some real entertainment.” Her words were laced with venom, and her gaze flickered momentarily to Solina, filled with jealousy and resentment.

Levi and Solina approached the group, and the air thickened as they realized the truth: Dimaria had orchestrated the entire thing. Solina’s heart sank, but she stood tall beside Levi, determined not to let Dimaria’s schemes diminish her happiness.

“Dimaria,” Solina spoke, her voice softer than her brothers’, though resolute. “Why? Why go to such lengths to try and hurt me?”

Dimaria’s expression hardened, but her eyes betrayed a mixture of shame and bitterness. “Because,” she snapped, her voice wavering, “you get everything handed to you, Solina. You’re the Diamond, the favored one, the perfect princess in everyone’s eyes. And now you get your perfect husband, too.”

Levi’s jaw clenched, but he held his tongue, letting Solina handle her half-sister. Solina stepped forward, her voice unwavering, yet tinged with the sadness of a bond soured by jealousy. “I never asked for any of this, Dimaria,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I didn’t choose to be the Diamond, nor did I ask for special treatment. And my marriage to Levi—it’s not something I took for granted. We’re both here because we want to make this work, for each other and for our countries.”

Dimaria scoffed, her shoulders stiff as she tried to hold onto her sense of pride. “You say that,” she sneered, “but you still don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to live in someone else’s shadow.”

At that, Solomon shook his head, stepping forward. “Dimaria, if anyone here is casting shadows, it’s you,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment. “You’ve made it impossible for anyone to be close to you with this attitude. We’re all family, yet you choose to sow division.”

Her face flushed, and for a moment, her mask cracked, revealing the hurt beneath her anger. She looked away, her voice barely above a whisper as she muttered, “It’s easy for you to say that, Solomon. You’re the heir. Everyone respects you.”

James looked at his sister with a saddened expression, as though he saw in her a lost sister he wished he could reach. “I thought I knew you, Dimaria,” he said, his voice quiet and filled with regret. “But seeing what you did to Solina—someone who’s done nothing to deserve your spite—makes me wonder if you’ll ever be able to see past your own jealousy.”

Dimaria clenched her fists, biting her lip as she felt the weight of her siblings’ disappointment bearing down on her. But instead of backing down, her face twisted into a scowl. “Fine,” she hissed, bitterness spilling from her words. “Judge me all you want. But don’t pretend any of you are perfect.”

Levi, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, finally stepped forward, his gaze piercing as he looked at Dimaria. “You may be family, but that doesn’t excuse what you tried to do to Solina,” he said, his tone low and steady. “I don’t care what grudge you hold; dragging Solina into it crossed a line.”

Dimaria’s mouth opened, but no words came as Levi’s words hit her with a finality she couldn’t deny. She stared at him, a mixture of anger and defeat in her eyes, before turning sharply on her heel, muttering under her breath as she stalked away, her pride too wounded to allow her to face any more of their reproach.

As she disappeared down the corridor, the weight in the air lifted, and Solomon turned to Solina, his expression softening as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Solina,” he murmured. “She… she’s not worth your pain.”

Solina managed a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Solomon. I think… I think I’ll be alright.”

Levi placed a reassuring hand on her back, drawing her close as the rest of the group gathered around, each of them offering their silent support.

But as Dimaria stormed away, a wave of sadness washed over Solina, dampening the relief of clearing up the misunderstanding with Levi. She had always hoped that one day she and Dimaria could overcome their differences and share the bond of true sisters. But tonight’s cruel scheme—the deceit and the lengths Dimaria had gone to try and tarnish her relationship with Levi—was like a bitter slap of reality. Solina knew, with a painful certainty, that Dimaria’s jealousy ran far too deep for reconciliation.

Standing under the evening sky, Solina sighed heavily. Levi placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his gaze warm and understanding, but Solina mustered a small, pained smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice wavering slightly as she tried to hold back the surge of emotions within her. "Thank you all, but… I need to speak with my father about this. I can't keep letting her get away with these things."

Levi nodded, respecting her resolve, and her brothers, Solomon, James, and Gale, exchanged solemn glances. "We understand, Solina," Solomon said, his voice filled with quiet strength. "Go to Father. He needs to hear about this."

“Goodnight, everyone,” Solina whispered, giving Levi one last glance before turning on her heel. She walked with determined strides, feeling her heart beat faster as she prepared to confront her father about her half-sister’s actions.

…

When Solina reached the emperor’s study, she hesitated momentarily before entering. Her father, the mighty Emperor of Valoria, was sitting at his grand mahogany desk, immersed in reading official documents under the warm glow of the study lamps. He looked up at the sound of the door opening, his brow furrowing in surprise as he took in Solina’s expression.

“Solina? You’re back so soon,” he said, setting aside his papers. He studied her face intently, noting the tension in her shoulders and the sadness lingering in her eyes. “What happened?”

Swallowing hard, Solina stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and then spoke, her voice clear but laden with hurt. “Father… I need to tell you something. About Dimaria.”

The emperor’s expression shifted to one of attentive concern, his gaze hardening at the mention of Dimaria’s name. “What has she done now?” he asked, his tone calm but carrying an edge.

Solina clenched her hands at her sides. “She… She orchestrated something terrible tonight, and it was meant to hurt me.” She recounted the events that had unfolded—the surprise “bachelor party” Levi was lured into, the hired women meant to seduce him, and how Dimaria’s plan was for her to walk in and witness the scene, shattering her trust in Levi just days before their wedding.

The emperor’s face grew darker with each word, his gaze sharpening, and his hands slowly curled into fists on the desk. Solina had never seen such an intense look of anger on her father’s face before. It was as if he had become a towering figure of cold fury.

“She did this?” he said, his voice low and simmering with restrained anger. “My own daughter, pulling such a malicious act against her sister?”

Solina nodded, her voice soft yet resolute. “Yes, Father. And… this isn’t the first time she’s tried to hurt me. It’s just… this time, it was beyond what I could ignore. It was so cruel, and all to try and ruin my happiness.”

The emperor’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of rage and disappointment. “I am beyond disappointed in her,” he murmured, more to himself than to Solina. “I have allowed her too much leeway, given her too many chances, all for the sake of family harmony. But this… this is unforgivable.”

Solina hesitated, her eyes filled with sadness as she looked down, her fingers twisting nervously. “Father,” she whispered, her voice filled with both resolve and heartbreak. “I don’t want her to be punished just for the sake of it. I… I wish things were different between us, that we could be real sisters. But… I know that’s not possible. I just need you to understand that I can’t keep ignoring these things.”

The emperor rose from his desk, his powerful frame casting a long shadow over the room as he approached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring, though his expression remained cold and determined. “Solina, you are far more forgiving than I would ever be in your place. This act is not simply a slight against you; it’s a betrayal of our family, of the unity I have worked so hard to build.”

He sighed heavily, his gaze softening as he looked at her, his treasured Diamond. “I promise you, Solina, I will handle Dimaria. This won’t be swept under the rug. And if she cannot find it in her heart to respect you as her sister, then she will have to face the consequences.”

Solina looked up at him, her heart swelling with gratitude, though a shadow of sadness remained. “Thank you, Father,” she whispered. “I just… I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

The emperor nodded, his gaze softening with understanding. “I know, my dear. You have always been the heart of this family, the one who brings warmth to all who know you. It pains me to see you suffer because of jealousy and spite.”

He embraced her gently, holding her close. “You will have your happiness, Solina,” he said firmly. “And I will ensure that no one—family or not—will ever take that away from you.”

Solina closed her eyes, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as she leaned into her father’s embrace. She was still hurting, but knowing that her father understood and would take action gave her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt all evening.

After a few moments, she pulled back, offering him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Father. I… I think I can sleep a little easier tonight.”

The emperor returned her smile, his gaze filled with warmth and pride. “Go, my dear. Rest well. Tomorrow is a new day, and soon, you’ll begin a beautiful new chapter with Levi.”

With a final nod, Solina took her leave, feeling a renewed sense of strength as she made her way back to the Rose House. She knew the upcoming days wouldn’t be easy, but she was ready to face them with her family’s support—and with Levi by her side.

…

Early the next morning, Princess Dimaria and Lady Darcy made their way through the quiet palace halls, their expressions a mixture of resentment, fear, and defiance. Being summoned to the emperor’s study was a rare occurrence, one that typically signaled serious matters, especially for a member of the imperial family. The emperor usually came to the Lily House himself if he had business with Darcy or Dimaria, making this early summons all the more foreboding.

Dimaria’s stomach twisted with a simmering anger. She had no doubt that Solina had run to their father, spinning her side of the story and casting herself as the wounded saint. Solina was always so quick to play the victim, and now it had cost Dimaria dearly. Still, a small part of her wondered just how much her father actually knew—and if she could somehow talk her way out of this.

Beside her, Lady Darcy was fuming. She had warned her daughter repeatedly to be cautious with her schemes, especially so close to Solina’s wedding. But her warnings had fallen on deaf ears, and now they were walking toward what felt like judgment day. Darcy glanced at her daughter, her expression a mix of disappointment and frustration. "Dimaria," she hissed, her voice low, "if you had only listened, we wouldn’t be in this mess."

Dimaria huffed, her chin held high. "Oh, please. Solina tattles, and suddenly, I’m the villain? She’s the precious Diamond, and Father’s always taken her side. It doesn’t matter what I do."

Darcy pursed her lips, but said nothing more as they approached the emperor’s study. The door was guarded by two attendants who bowed slightly and opened the doors, motioning for them to enter.

Inside, Emperor Armand sat at his large mahogany desk, his expression unreadable yet severe. His piercing gaze rested first on Darcy, then on Dimaria. His disappointment was palpable, filling the room like a tangible force. Beside him stood Dimaria’s attendant, her head bowed, looking visibly distressed. Her presence alone was a clear signal to Darcy and Dimaria—she had already spoken, and there was no point in denying anything.

The emperor didn’t stand to greet them; instead, he gestured for them to approach with a cold nod. Once they had moved close enough, he leaned forward, steepling his fingers on the desk. "Princess Dimaria. Lady Darcy," he began, his tone controlled but laced with an edge of anger. "I have summoned you here because I believe it is time to address the disgraceful behavior that has unfolded over these past days."

Dimaria’s face flushed with indignation. She wanted to interject, but a sharp glare from her father silenced her.

“I have already heard the truth from your attendant, Dimaria.” He gestured to the woman standing by, who looked down in shame, wringing her hands nervously. “I know exactly what you attempted to do to your sister, and I am deeply disappointed that you would stoop so low, especially on the eve of such an important event for our family and kingdom.”

Dimaria’s anger bubbled over. “Of course, Father. Solina told you her side, didn’t she? Because she’s your precious Diamond! She can do no wrong in your eyes, and I’m just the forgotten daughter, the one who never shines brightly enough!”

The emperor’s gaze turned icy. He held up a hand, silencing her. “Quiet!” he commanded. The single word cut through the air, sharp and unyielding, and even Darcy flinched at its intensity.

“You dare accuse me of favoritism?” he continued, his voice low but filled with restrained fury. “My duty as your father is to guide you and correct you when you stray, to ensure that each of my children fulfills their potential and lives with dignity. It pains me greatly to see the jealousy and hatred you harbor toward your own sister. And worse, it pains me to see that your mother has enabled you and failed to instill in you the values of respect and honor that are expected of a princess of Valoria.”

Darcy’s face paled, and she took a shaky breath, but Dimaria, still defiant, shook her head. “And what about Solina? Everything is handed to her! The title, the attention, the adoration! I’ve had to fight for scraps of acknowledgment!”

The emperor’s eyes narrowed, his gaze never wavering. “Solina has earned her place. She is kind, selfless, and has always put the welfare of others above her own desires. It is not her fault that you choose to view her accomplishments as a personal attack on you.” His voice softened slightly, tinged with sadness. “Dimaria, you are my daughter. I love you, but I cannot condone such behavior. You have forced my hand.”

Turning his gaze to Lady Darcy, he sighed, and his expression shifted from disappointment to cold resolve. “Darcy, I trusted you with the education and upbringing of Dimaria, expecting you would teach her the values that befit a member of the imperial family. Instead, you have fueled her resentment and enabled her pettiness.”

Darcy’s lips trembled, and she shook her head. “Your Majesty, I only wanted the best for Dimaria. She’s always felt overshadowed. I thought…”

“Enough,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Your primary role as a consort is to raise our children properly, to guide them in courtly matters and instill in them a sense of honor and duty. In this, you have failed.”

A tense silence filled the room as his words settled over them like a heavy weight. Finally, he straightened, his gaze hardening as he addressed them both. “Dimaria, for your actions, you will be sent to the countryside to live with our extended family. You will spend six months working on the farm, away from the luxuries and privileges of the palace. Perhaps there, you will learn humility, respect, and the value of hard work.”

Dimaria’s mouth dropped open in shock, her face paling. “You… You can’t be serious!”

“I am very serious,” he replied firmly. “Your actions have consequences, and I will not allow such disrespect and malice to go unpunished. This is a lesson you must learn, for both your sake and the sake of this family.”

Dimaria’s face flushed with anger and humiliation, and she tried one last desperate protest. “This is just because she’s your favorite, isn’t it? Your precious Diamond!”

The emperor’s gaze was like steel. “You can accuse me of favoritism all you wish, but it does not change the fact that your actions were vile and beneath you. And I will not allow them to continue.”

Turning to Darcy, his tone softened slightly but remained resolute. “Darcy, you will retain your title as the Lily Consort and your residence in the Lily House. However, as of this moment, you are relieved of your court duties and will not see me visit the Lily House until I am satisfied that you have taken the necessary steps to mend the behavior you have enabled in our daughter.”

Darcy’s face turned ashen, her shoulders sagging under the weight of his words. Losing the emperor’s favor and affection was a blow she hadn’t anticipated, and the realization that her ambitions had led her to this moment filled her with regret.

Finally, the emperor rose, his gaze sweeping over them both with a finality that left no room for further argument. “I suggest you take this time to reflect on your actions and what kind of family you want to belong to. I will not tolerate such discord and jealousy any longer.”

Without another word, he gestured to the guards at the door, signaling that the audience was over. Darcy and Dimaria, defeated and humiliated, turned and left the study, their faces pale and their minds reeling with the gravity of their punishment.

As they walked back to the Lily House in silence, Dimaria’s resentment simmered beneath the surface, her hands clenched at her sides. But Darcy, despite her disappointment, found herself questioning the choices she had made. Perhaps it was time to let go of the bitterness that had poisoned her family for so long.

~

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Audrey Aurore Rose (Captain) — daughter of Princess Aurora and Prince Philip

Sabrina Charming — daughter of Queen Snow White and King Florian Charming

Anxelin Fitzherbert — daughter of Queen Rapunzel and King Eugene Fitzherbert

Arianna Jour Rose — niece of Princess Aurora and Prince Philip

Arabella — daughter of Andrina, niece of Queen Ariel

Gemma — daughter of Genie

Bonnie — daughter of Blue Fairy

Tamzin Porter — daughter of Tarzan and Jane Porter

Rose — daughter of Flora

Solenne — daughter of Lumiere and Fifi/Plumette

Ruby Fitzherbert — daughter of Queen Rapunzel and King Eugene Fitzherbert

Moira — daughter of Queen Merida

Opal — daughter of Mama Odie

Milo Madrigal — son of Camilo Madrigal

Louise Madrigal — daughter of Luisa Madrigal

Gwendolyn Jane Mary Darling — daughter of Edward and Wendy Darling

Curiosity Robin — daughter of Alice and Christopher Robin

Jane Godmother — daughter of Fairy Godmother

Evelyn Queen — daughter of Evil Queen

Carlos DeVil — son of Cruella de Vil

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🎉 What's your OC's favorite way to celebrate an accomplishment?

💕 Do your OCs have any pets? If so, are they inspired in any way by real pets you've had?

🪶 Does your character keep a journal? If so, what do they write about?

🎉- Crow would probably immediately run to tell Arnath, hoping that the old man would pat him on the back for whatever herculean feat he was able to pull off. He's desperate for human contact and Arn is his safe space!

Lirius is pretty much done celebrating any of his accomplishments after the way the Empire celebrated him as the national hero for slaying the Shadow Knight. He's most likely to shut himself in his chambers, or, if he's forced to make a public appearance, give a very laconic and uncharismatic speech and then spend the night drinking himself to the brink of consciousness.

Pilgrim's only ongoing accomplishments at the beginning of the story are disposing of Imperial squadrons, and since he is a feral monstrosity, he doesn't tend to celebrate among people. After a particularly successful hunt, he might treat himself to some good food, or maybe even an interesting book to help pass the time between his murder sprees.

💕- Pilgrim has a swiftwolf named Mo'ru! Swiftwolves are fantastical creatures of my own creation - tall as a horse, with incredibly long legs, and largerly resembling a maned wolf, they serve as mounts in the Empire and the Kingdom of Greendale. Mo'ru is actually based on my very first dog Morus and my way of immortalizing my poor friend who died because of a huntsman's shot when I was just a kid.

🪶- Emperor Solenn keeps a journal (or rather a shelf full of journals, with how old he is!) that very meticulously documents things that... Well, would be a huge spoiler. But we will get there someday, and I'm very excited for that!

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secret files + Cu and the last OC of yours you did a reply for!

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Cú Chulainn:

Given I play his Caster version mainly, here's something about him: Every time the Christmas Holidays come around, Odin takes control to make sure that nothing goes wrong and that Chaldea can celebrate it. Although Cú doesn't celebrate it, he doesn't mind being the one to roam the halls and take care of the madness. It's the one time he and Odin get along.

My interpretation of Odin had no other choice but to choose Cú. He had originally intended to choose Artoria, but she got corrupted by the Grail and everyone else started falling. He understands that Cú doesn't like this, and tries to not influence him. Can't help that Gáe Bolg was sealed when he chose him, though.

Caster legitimately just sometimes is found in the greenhouse garden of Chaldea, laying on the ground and staring at the sky. Or napping. Usually the former, because he's just relaxing and not doing much.

Solenne:

She's two people at once: Solenne Gordeau, the saviour of the world, and Wisteria Fletcher, the woman who went to jail trying to save a friend's life. This is because the timeline Wisteria was a part of got rewritten and she got shoved into her "new" self, Solenne.

Solenne has two Symphogears. One is Gungnir, which she used for several months while her main one was being repaired. Her main one is Gáe Bolg, which got broken and was a struggle to get repaired since it was somewhat-incompatible with the Ignite Module. It eventually got repaired but! It. Took. Ages (a year).

Her family is descended from Cú Chulainn. Solenne is the one descendant who got the whole "superpower" deal (strength, speed, endurance) but also got the worst part of it too. Her family joked she was a mini-Cú, but didn't know how right they were in some regards. Solenne does not give up.

(Solenne's last headcanon is in regards to my Cú Chulainn unless otherwise accepted by others.)

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World Building Wednesday: Eirene?

Yes

B A S I C S

full name: Eirene Vesper Collier

gender: Cisgender Female

sexuality: Bisexual

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Arcas Collier (father, deceased), Solenne Collier (mother, deceased)

birthplace: District 12, Panem

job: Apothecary employee, Victor

phobias: Tbh after the games, like, everything. But loud noises is probably the biggest

guilty pleasures: Bread

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded 

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic 

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Eirene/Katniss/Peeta

ot3: Eirene/Katniss/Peeta

brotp: Eirene/Haymitch

notp: Eirene/Johanna

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