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A Dream Come True (Chp. 10)

Chapter 10/?: Budding Romance

The dreams have passed, and it’s back to work with you. Although, your little library is visited by someone most unexpected.

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When you next awoke, it turned out your day off had been stolen.

It was a bit hard to fathom, when you’d finally had the courage to shake yourself awake, dreading what more the day could bring. You’d double and triple checked the date, confirming that you had, indeed, been asleep for over 24 hours.

You weren’t sure what was more horrifying; the fact that you’d basically suffered a mini coma, or that you’d somehow still awoken in the same way as all those other nights; covered in sweat and exhausted beyond belief. The pattern held true, a nightmare each night, despite whatever efforts you had gone through to stop them. Those whimsies of your unspoken mind were turned raw, leaving corrupt taint in their wake. You were left to pick up the pieces of your broken psyche come the morning, with all the pleasures of existence still demanding attention.

You were growing tired of it all, emotionally and physically.

It stuck with you long after you’d numbly gone through the motions of getting ready and heading off to work, absently doing your duties in numb disinterest. The dreams, those parasites, leeched away your attention for anything but themselves, leaving Gralea to seem just as surreal as any world they could conjure. The streets, the people, they all passed in a blur; a muddy memory of grey cement and brown sweaters.

The real world was starting to feel bland, monotonous compared to all you’d lived during the past week.

It was akin to having a second life, you realized, as your skin soaked up the warm air at your desk.

And much like a second life, you couldn’t tell anyone, lest you be labeled a delusional, sanctimonious fool.

Yet no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you were being farcical, it was easy to let yourself obsess over every little detail, every little moment you could remember. Each one spawned more questions than answers, sown and reaped long before you had a chance to catch up. It made everything that much more difficult to process, as you struggled to decide what deserved the abundance of your attention.

The dull sting of anxiety prickled your chest for the rest of the day, hovering close to breathe hot steam down your shoulder. You knew you were being paranoid, overthinking things, but rationality had long lost its grip of you.

There was just no way any of this actually meant something. They were just dreams, they had to be.

And even so…

What if something bigger really was going on here? Was some invisible clock ticking down every minute you didn’t act, didn’t do what you were asked, marching towards the horrible fate you’d been shown? Had you doomed humanity with simple skepticism?

You worried a lock of hair between your fingers as the hours crawled by, the end becoming split and frizzy.

Your encounter with Ifrit flashed beneath your eyelids, his cloudy, dead expression and disfigured horn sticking out prominently in your recollection. So vividly, you could see the way his face wrinkled, his lips peeled back in a toothy snarl, as he raised his hand and buried you in fire.

You shuddered at the images of being melted alive, trying to keep yourself from stimming too obviously to calm yourself. While the meeting with The Infernian’s flames hadn’t caused any physical pain themselves, there was naturally something deeply disturbing about being burned out of existence. Every time the thought came to an end, it would rewind and repeat, torturing you by making you relive the trauma.

The rest of your day was filled with similar such strife, the hours at times dragging by at a crawl, and at others with impressive haste while you mused.

You could’ve wept with joy when the clock struck 7, close enough to closing for you to justify leaving the desk to organize the returns.

Anything to get your body moving and mind off the dreams.

Gods, you were exhausted.

You made your rounds with your little rusted trolley, up and down the maze of books, filling the ubiquitous holes where missing texts belonged. The work was tedious, but it required just enough thought to keep your mind occupied, which was what you sorely needed. The cold metal bit into your palms as you pushed your way through each section, firmly grounding you in reality.

At some point through your organization, you found yourself in the non fiction section. Usually you barely paid attention to where you were, but your eye caught on the title of a book in your hand; a journal from a civilian during the bloody imperial takeover of Accordo, and you frowned. Not one of your favorite genres; you’d often found the literature depressing. The crimes of humanity towards their own kind never failed to bring down your mood. There were too many sins that could never be atoned for.

You pushed past those painful thoughts, stopping here and there to file returned books back to their rightful places. A tome on the founding of Altissa to your right, the extinct technologies of Solheim down at your feet. The dance between trolley and shelf was one you’d long perfected, the still quietness of the surrounding books gently easing the tension in your chest as you moved.

So focused on your task, remembering the correct way to place everything, you lost track of the space around you. You were sharply pulled back into awareness when metal jabbed at your hip, sending a wave of books tumbling to the floor with muffled thuds as your cart jostled.

You looked down at the mess and sighed.

This was why you weren’t allowed to be distracted while working.

You stooped down to the floor, the coarse carpet biting through your clothes while you picked up the hard covers and stacked them in your arms. You hoped no pages had been bent from your carelessness, as some were splayed open, facedown on the ground.

The pile tucked up to your chest was considerable, straining your arms by the time you’d gotten most of them. As you reached your hand out to the last one, you became vaguely aware of the thumping of footsteps echoing from somewhere to your left, sounding as close as the next row over. You paid it little mind, assuming it was some straggler who’d yet to notice the library would close soon.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You heard the steps abruptly stop, at the end of the aisle you were working in. Still, you ignored it, hardly paying attention.

“Oh my…” the person spoke, much to your surprise. Their contented drawl took you aback, freezing you with your arm still outstretched.

You knew that voice. The forced, almost sickening sweetness in their words. Before even looking up, you felt the rush of blood draining from your face. Your breath caught in your throat, unbelieving, when you craned your neck upwards to meet the stranger’s gaze.

The sight that met you made your heart stop.

Holy fuck he found me again.

There was no mistaking that look.

Ardyn smirked, the wicked grin that permanently stained his face growing smug when your gazes met. He returned your astonishment with a devilish gleam in his eye, that unmistakable satisfaction twisting his features. He stood at the end of the shelves, looking just as he had on the night you’d met, complete with his air of superiority that made your skin crawl with unease.

“What a pleasant surprise…” he purred, smooth, like the lazy dripping of oil. He seemed rather delighted at the sight before him, eyes narrowed as he stared from underneath his wild hair.

At the sound of his voice, a flash of him stole across your mind. The crazed, daemonic look he had when his veins became clogged with miasma. The gut wrenching wail you remembered when his leg was snapped in two. Then what had transpired the night before, that monster…and Ifrit.

You suddenly felt vulnerable on the floor, looking up at his yellow, unblinking eyes, observing you much like a great Zu stalking its next meal. You stood up, perhaps a little too quickly, your last book laying cold and forgotten on the floor.

“C-Chancellor?!” You sputtered in greeting, managing to find your meek voice after a moment of stunned silence.

What on Eos was he doing here?

He laughed, then. A soft sound that rolled from his throat, amused by the startle he gave you. He stepped forward, his frame easily eclipsing the end of the aisle, trapping you there, trapping you with him. He bent down to snatch the book you’d forgotten as he strode, tilting his head to look at you as he approached.

“Please, there’s no need for that,” he said, his voice bordering on a lustful lowness, deep and unrelenting. “You may call me Ardyn.”

He extended the book to you, smiling innocently at your flabbergasted expression.

Like he wasn’t the chancellor, and he hadn’t just helped relieve your clumsiness.

You hesitated, eyes flicking between him and the proffered item, still unsure how to process his presence. It was incredibly surreal, meeting such a powerful man again, after only a day of space between your last encounter. You’d expected to never see him again beyond that night, the disparity in your statuses keeping your paths from crossing.

Yet here he stood before you, being kind, being helpful. Even giving you permission to drop his honorifics.

You tentatively took the book from him, making certain to grab it by a corner, purposely keeping your hands from touching. By the way his nose further wrinkled in a sneer, you knew it didn’t escape his notice, either. You nodded in thanks as its weight was transferred to you, added to the stack pressed against your chest.

“Ardyn, then,” you breathed, testing it on your tongue. You realized it was the first time you’d called him by name in the real world.

He seemed pleased, eyes brightening as it passed your lips.

Once the book was secured, you quickly deposited them back on your cart in a messy pile, some teasing the edge again.

Your muscle memory kicked in, and you made a show of getting back to work, your mind and body needing something, anything else to focus on. Looking at Ardyn, you could see his face crumbling, the dreams rising to the surface like a corrosive concoction. You could see the sorrow, then the anger and bitterness that followed; you could hear the clang of blades meeting, of metal piercing skin.

You prayed to the Gods Ardyn wasn’t privy to the battle you were waging within yourself, to keep those visions at bay. That he couldn’t see the nerves that turned the atmosphere awkward.

You heard the rustling of clothes, of Ardyn shuffling, and you peeked over your shoulder to see him now facing the shelves to your back, browsing them with an amused smile on his face.

Internally, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad his attention was elsewhere while you focused on trying to make sense of the heap you’d made.

The silence that hung in the air was almost painful, a buzzing tension filling the space.

Books loudly thumped against each other as you shoved them aside to make room for the ones that were missing. You were making progress getting it all done, slowly but surely. Though while you worked, you noticed yourself subconsciously stealing quick looks at Ardyn out of your periphery. Watching the way he presented himself, how he carried himself, looking for any overlaps with his fantasy persona.

You knew it wasn’t really fair to compare them, as different as they were, but you needed reassurance. That your dreams really were just feverish delusions.

Ardyn seemed content to simply stew in the silence he’d curated, not a word parting his lips as he carefully looked over your selection. Yet he seemed to be growing irritated, scanning the shelves up and down, a frown darkening his features as his search came up fruitless.

You blinked curiously, watching him with growing interest.

He must be looking for something.

Your lips parted, your first instinct being to help, but you paused, uncertain.

Should you…talk to him?

Would that be bothersome? Intrusive?

Was it not your job though, to help people find the knowledge they sought?

Yet Ardyn was such an enigma…You’d dreamed of him not once, but three times, a man you’d never met or much thought about until that week. Why was he the focal point, why him had your brain chosen to latch onto? Hell, you hadn’t even known it was him those first few nights, when you’d naively believed those fantasies were a one time thing.

Even disregarding that, he’d immediately captured your intrigue with the way he’d acted previously; like a performer on stage ready for their next show. His character, a mystery that just begged to have its locks jostled. His motivations, which may seem obvious, trite, were clearly more than what could be seen on the surface. You barely knew him, this him, and even you could see the chip on his shoulder, the agenda he had all his own, hidden in plain sight. It was clear from the night you’d first bumped into each other, especially when he’d walked you home, speaking like he knew things far beyond your pitiful comprehension.

And here he was, again, acting as if he was any ordinary person. If it weren’t for the getup he wore, he may have even fooled someone, too. Yet you were wiser, realizing how convenient it was that he happened to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time to stumble upon you, despite never being told where you worked. In your 4 years of service, never having seen him grace your halls once, though now he waltzed in like a regular patron.

Just what was his game?

And how did he fit in, with all those nighttime illusions? Why did every one, save for last night’s, come back to him?

You closed your eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose, stamping out those lawless, frantic thoughts.

Those dreams were just distractions.

Ardyn was just as any other man was; he wasn’t special. He was no healer, no brother to the founder king, and certainly no lover of the first Oracle.

To proclaim otherwise was to be delusional.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to properly look at him, his continued frustration.

And here’s your chance to prove it. To distance the real him and the one you made up.

You swallowed.

“Do you need help?” You probed nervously. Your voice barely drifted across the space, quiet and timid.

Part of you hoped maybe he wouldn’t hear you.

No such luck, as Ardyn let out an exasperated, almost dramatic sigh, his head bobbing while he continued to look. “I was under the impression your collection included a tome on the Oracle lineage,” he said woefully. “But alas, it eludes me.”

Upon hearing the subject of his desires, your eyes subconsciously trailed to where you knew such a book to be, just to the left of his far shoulder.

“Look one row down, to your left,” you instructed, turning slightly to gesture at it. You watched his head follow your orders, stopping when his eyes met the spine of his query.

“Ah,” he said in recognition, taking the book out of its place and beginning to look through it. His eyes lit up as a grin replaced his annoyance, obviously having found what he needed. He looked over his shoulder at you, holding up the book in triumph.

“How very astute of you,” he hummed, running his fingertips across the words in much the same way a blind man would. “You possess a sharp mind.”

Heat sparked in your neck at his words, rising to dust your cheeks. You turned back to your work to hide it, and the tiny smile that bloomed at the compliment.

“Comes with the territory,” you protested, allowing your voice to come out a little louder, a little stronger, so he might hear it better. “I’ve worked here for a long time.”

“I don’t believe experience wholly deserves the credit,” he shot back. “Though your humble nature is one to be admired.”

You might’ve scoffed, if you didn’t want to seem rude. You were just doing your job after all. Yet Ardyn seemed to be having a great deal of fun stroking your ego, making you flustered.

“You flatter me,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling the blush run deep through your skin.

“Only those who deserve it,” he cooed playfully, a self satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his eyes when he saw a hint of the redness that painted your flesh.

Gods, you’d thought he’d been flirty before, but if this wasn’t downright blatant then you didn’t know what was.

“How sweet,” you murmured shyly, though your smile could be heard in those soft words. Your chest fluttered with warmth, the brush of butterfly wings filling your stomach.

He chuckled, but said nothing more, returning to his current muse without fanfare, and leaving you to relish in his compliments.

A silence descended on the both of you again, and with it brought a tension not unfamiliar. Though it was different this time, not as sharp or suffocating as when he’d first appeared. It was…lighter. Warmer. The task of relieving it didn’t seem so impossible as the times before.

You stole a peek at him over your shoulder, watching him read. As your eyes flicked to the book in his hands, you were struck with inspiration.

“I never took you as someone who liked history,” you said, trying to open him up a little more. There was still much you didn’t know about him, and he seemed amicable enough for conversation.

He hummed in agreement, scanning over the tattered pages, used and held by so many.

“Just catching up on lost time…” He sighed dreamily, not bothering to take his eyes from the words. The faintest hint of longing graced his voice before he trailed off, lost in thought, the gentlest of smiles still present.

You pondered that, turning away as your hands moved of their own volition, sorting and categorizing. The way he spoke told you he wanted to be left to his devices, enjoying the simple pleasure of what he held. You were quite accustomed to the feeling, and the annoyance that came with interruptions, so you decided not to prove him further, not wanting to push him to undesired chit chat. Perhaps you’d kept him too long, a pang of guilt reverberating in your chest.

Behind you, Ardyn paused, subtly glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He could sense the timidness he’d managed to break down forming again, much to his displeasure.

“Tell me…” He ventured, waiting for you to acknowledge him before continuing. You stopped, resting your hands on the lip of your cart as you turned to meet his eyes.

“Did you find my little remedy helpful at all? I must admit, I was a tad worried about you; you seemed quite ill.”

You froze, the hairs on your arms raising.

Shit.

You had to lie. He’d been rather proud of himself when he’d given you that medicine, claiming it to be the very best to suit your needs. He may find it insulting if you spoke of it in ill light, upturning your nose to his help, calling his judgment into question.

Although…perhaps you could afford to be honest with him. He was being much more gentle with you now, handling you like a lamb that was just separated from its mother. Like he knew how much of an anxious mess you were, and was trying to soothe the pain he knew to be there. Not like that first night, where he was playing a game you didn’t even know the rules to. The Ardyn before you now…he was softer.

And you did so hate having to lie…

“It helped a little,” you said sheepishly, locking eyes with the carpet. After all, it had put you to sleep rather effectively. “But I still had some nightmares. I appreciate you helping me out, though.” You added the last part in a single breath, realizing you might’ve sounded ungrateful.

Ardyn stared at you for a moment, then smirked, turning back to his book. “I’m simply glad it helped you at all,” he said in a pleased hum. “Though I fear these dreams of yours will not be banished so easily. It seems we both had an eventful evening last night.”

You looked up at that, surprised.

“You had nightmares too?”

He nodded stoically, yet the smile that clung to his lips portrayed his amusement. “Incessant thorns in the side, aren’t they?”

You huffed a groan in agreement. “You can say that again.”

Ardyn laughed, entertained by how fed up you sounded. You couldn’t help but chuckle too, that lightweight feeling coming back and lifting you.

“Oh, by the way,” you said suddenly, remembering something you’d wanted to say after your last meeting.

“I wanted to thank you, for that night. It was…nice of you. It made me feel safer.” You smiled at him, thinking back to the way he had led away Jeremy, how he’d walked you home (even if you hadn’t originally wanted him to). Things he hadn’t needed to, things you would’ve assumed he hadn’t the patience for, yet were done despite that, for your sake. The meaning behind those gestures wasn’t lost on you.

Ardyn was full on grinning at this point, but he was quick to close his eyes and shake his head, waving a hand dismissively.

“Oh please, I assure you it was no trouble at all. I am always honored to be of service.”

You scoffed playfully at him, the rest of your fragile shell slipping off. He was being cheeky, you both knew it, perhaps even having fun with this.

“Don’t be modest,” you protested. “It was more than I could ask for. Thank you.”

He chortled at your insistence. “What kind of chancellor would I be, if I allowed such heresy to occur under my guidance?”

You shook your head, knowing that there would be no reasoning with him, shifting back to your work so you could finish up this section. The books were finally all organized and accounted for.

“Really, how did you get him to leave?” You pressed, curious to the details of that night. “I’ve tried talking to him, my friends have tried talking to him. Nothing worked. Then you waltz in and he’s gone in an instant. What’s your secret?”

Ardyn eyed you, raising an incredulous brow. He then brought a hand up, holding one finger before his mouth.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

You groaned.

Of course he would use a cop out like that. Why weren’t you surprised?

“It’s not like you performed a trick; you saved me from a stalker. If you found a way to deal with him, I feel I deserve to know.”

“Hmm…” Ardyn considered that, rolling his head from side to side in contemplation. He then snapped his book shut with one hand, hardly looking at it as he shoved it back where he found it. Pivoting on his heel, he strolled right up to you in a few strides, using that same flowing gait you remembered. It made you turn to face him in question, your smile replaced with uncertainty.

“I believe…” he whispered, the deep rumble of his voice coating your ears like butter. He reached a hand underneath his coat, fiddling with a breast pocket. “…herein lies the answer.”

From his clothes he produced a small, white card. Between two fingers, he extended it to you, leaning forward subtly, bringing your faces a ruler's length from each other.

You blinked at the little piece of what looked like cardboard, extremely confused. Though of course, you took it, not wishing to offend him.

Whatever it was, it was most certainly not cardboard, made of unmistakable higher quality. On it, a golden border had been imprinted in a swirling, elegant design, with words of the same color pressed into the middle.

Ardyn Izunia

Chancellor of Niflheim

You squinted at it, incredulous, double checking to make sure that’s all that was inscribed.

“You gave me…a business card?” You looked up at him doubtfully.

Ardyn shared a toothy grin, nodding at the little thing. “Turn it over.”

You did as asked, twirling your wrist to peer at the back. There, you found a string of numbers…

Wait. Not just a string of numbers.

A phone number.

Your eyes widened.

“Y-your phone number?”

You met his eyes with shock to see Ardyn looking very pleased with himself. “My personal cell,” he confirmed. “Should the situation ever arise again, I am but a call away.”

The chancellor of the empire just gave you his number.

Your gaze fell back to the card, unsure how to respond. You held it in both hands, a precious thing you weren’t sure how to accept.

“But…surely you’re too busy to be making house calls. I’d hate to be a bother…”

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes again, your face growing flush. You followed the swooping curves of the inlaid design with your fingers, captured by the way the peaks and valleys met your skin.

There was a pause. Then, you watched as his hand slowly lifted, approaching, brushing his fingertips on the skin beneath your chin, just as he had that other night. Your flesh immediately sparked and ignited, responding to a call that sounded deep in your core. Your gaze was pulled upward, and when you met his gaze, you blinked. The warmth, the affection in it was unexpected.

“Never a bother, my dear.”

The fondness in his voice made your stomach churn, from apprehension or contentment you weren’t sure.

“I may be a busy man, but I can always find the time for you.”

…What were you to say to that, really?

You stared into his eyes, captivated by their color once more. Your cheeks grew hot, and thankfully, Ardyn did not hold your face for ransom this time, allowing you to turn away and conceal those wild emotions. You figured your cheeks now surely rivaled the deepest roses.

The chancellor gave you his number.

“…Ardyn, this is…thank you.” Delicately, you inserted the card into a side pocket, patting it fondly when you knew it was safe.

Ardyn placed a hand over his heart, his body bending in a short, theatrical bow. “Your knight in shining armor,” he proclaimed dramatically. “How I have always adored such dynamics.”

With that, he immediately evaporated the serious atmosphere, released and caged again with the ease of snapping fingers.

You failed to muffle a mild snort, trying to keep a bout of laughter inside. Your heart was beginning to swell, a warm, comforting softness that pulled the corners of your mouth upwards. He was being positively silly, and something about that made you relax. The distant tightness of tensed muscles ebbed away, and you were left feeling comfortable. Accepted.

Perhaps the chancellor isn’t so intimidating after all.

“Are you the man keeping chivalry alive on Eos?” You jabbed, feeling emboldened enough to tease. Since Ardyn had chosen to act as jester, it made your own tentative wit feel courageous enough to show itself.

Ardyn hummed a laugh through closed lips, standing up straight and shaking his head. “A rare art form, in these trying times, is it not?”

You chuckled. “Well, I appreciate you sharing this delicacy with me.”

He nodded, never taking his eyes off you. “Anything for you, my dear.”

Gods, the way he absolutely purred the word ‘dear’ made your knees want to buckle. One hand absentmindedly thumbed the card in your pocket, tracing its outline through your clothes fondly.

“…Although,” Ardyn hummed, barely concealing the way he eyed you. “Perhaps there is…some way for you to repay me.”

Your smile vanished, a sliver of prudence coiling around your ankles, making your heart beat faster.

…What could I possibly…?

“Please, permit me to spoil you with a night on my gil.” He spread his arms in invitation. “I assure you, it will be a most enchanting evening. It would be my pleasure.”

You came up short, your eyes going wide.

He…what?

Was he…asking you out.

Surely not.

“You…want to go out…with me?” You choked incredulously.

Ardyn was grinning rather smugly now. “What can I say?” His arms returned to his sides. “You intrigue me, dear. What an honor it would be to get to know you better.”

You blinked owlishly, slowly turning to look at the books left on your cart when you could no longer hold his gaze.

You’re being asked out.

By a politician no less.

No, not just a politician. A man who was very close to the Emperor.

“Are you…sure?” Your eyes moved up, searching his own for any indication he was being disingenuous. You weren’t privy to all the intricacies of holding an office, but shouldn’t he be worried about being seen with random people in public? A commoner, at that?

He placed a hand on his hip, entertained by your apprehension. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t, my dear.”

You supposed he had you there.

Really, though, you knew what you immediately wanted to say. Although, you also knew you weren’t the best at casual conversation, if the last few minutes was anything to go by. You weren’t great around alcohol either, and you figured he’d probably want to get drinks…

…But it was a Friday evening…

The whole weekend stretched before you, their countless possibilities offering a chance to unwind, to have a little bit of fun. A chance to forget the week that came before it.

Possibilities that could include him. Someone that, to be perfectly honest, you did find yourself fancying.

Screw it, you decided, ignoring the anxious part of your brain.

It wasn’t going to ruin this for you.

“Yeah…” you said, smiling timidly, yet fully, at him.

Yes, you wanted this.

“…I’d love to go with you.”

Ardyn absolutely beamed. “Wonderful. I shall bring my car around while you finish up here. I’ll await you outside.” He waved in parting as he turned and strode away, out of sight in a few footfalls.

You shook your head at his back, stifling a laugh. Never a dull moment with him.

The rest of your time in the library was spent with a goofy, excited smile plastered across your face.

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OKAY ITS HAPPENING. EVERYBODY STAY CALM

Wow…it’s been like…2 months since I posted a chapter for this 😩 I’m incredibly sorry to everyone that has been waiting. Writers block + seasonal depression + college is a fun combo. But really, thank you for your patience. I hope it was worth the wait 💕

I just reread this and I’m very happy with it. Credit to @savage-rhi for helping me come up with some ideas for extra movement, and for beta reading. @ticklemycucumber has also been an amazing beta throughout this work, so much love to them as well ❤️

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