(Chapter 48 Plans)
It has been a month since Tempest's accolade, and in that short time, the Proudmoore family has undergone a remarkable transformation. Once regarded as the most hated family in Fontaine's history, the Proudmoores have now been restored to their rightful place as the nation's protectors, all thanks to the actions of Tempest Proudmoore and his allies.
Since then, Stormwind has experienced a period of unprecedented growth and prosperity. Thousands of Fontaine's citizens have made their way to the duchy, eager to join Tempest's newly established Golden Armada. This fleet, still at its humble beginning, is destined to become the largest in all of Teyvat, soon to be recognized as the 'Pride of Fontaine.'
The Proudmoore mansion has undergone a complete renovation, a symbolic gesture of Tempest's desire to break away from the shadows of the past. Tempest ordered the burning of every painting of past Dukes and the destruction of relics from the last 500 years, erasing all traces of the old era.
At his newly established office, Tempest sat at his desk, and on the couch at the side was his Uncle, Gardon Vance.
"Many of the noble houses across Fontaine have offered their ships to you, eager to support your ambitions. They've heard of your vision, my nephew, and they believe in the future you're striving to build."
Gardon said to Tempest, his voice carrying both respect and the weight of responsibility.
"Yes... And it's not just ships they've offered, they've also sent marriage contracts, hoping to secure alliances."
Tempest replied with a hint of frustration as he sifted through the piles of paperwork on his desk.
"I've had to review each one, politely thank them, and then decline the offers."
Tempest sighed, setting aside a stack of documents.
"Well, it makes sense, Tempest. You're at that age, after all, and you'll be turning seventeen in just three months. It's only natural that the noble houses would see this as an opportune time to solidify alliances through marriage contracts. They're looking to secure their positions and strengthen their ties with you as you rise to prominence."
Gardon said, nodding in understanding.
"Did any of them catch your eye?"
"No."
Tempest replied almost immediately, his answer clear and resolute.
"That's fine. There's no rush to settle down or produce an heir just yet. You have time to focus on your goals and the future you're shaping."
Tempest simply nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating his uncle's understanding and support.
As Tempest flipped through the stack of papers, one envelope caught his eye. It bore a distinctive sigil: intertwined arms clasping one another, with a lock prominently displayed in the center. The unique emblem piqued his curiosity, standing out among the other documents.
"What is this?"
Tempest holds out the envelope.
"Ah, that emblem belongs to 'The Family.' They are a renowned opera group based in the Court of Fontaine. For decades, they've trained the finest opera singers in Fontaine, passing down their expertise through generations. They also own the prestigious opera house known as the Penacony, which is famed for its exceptional performances and storied history."
Gardon explained to Tempest, his voice tinged with respect.
"Curious..."
Tempest muttered to himself as he opened the letter.
"I trust that this letter finds you in the most splendid health and unwavering exuberance. It is with profound reverence and high esteem that I extend to you a formal invitation to attend the forthcoming Opera Epiclese, where I shall have the honor of performing. Your esteemed presence would immensely enrich the occasion, and it would be my greatest joy to share this momentous event with you…"
"A token of my appreciation and my heartfelt gratitude for your services to Fontaine, please accept this humble gift, as a small gesture of my esteem and respect for you. I hope it conveys my heartfelt appreciation and anticipation of your presence at the Opera."
Signed Robin, from the Family.
Tempest carefully opened the envelope, and inside he found two elegantly designed VIP tickets. The tickets, adorned with intricate patterns and embossed with the sigil of The Family, promised exclusive access to an event of considerable prestige.
"Who is Robin?"
Tempest asked his Uncle.
"Ah, Robin! She is an elegant and demure young lady, widely recognized as The Family's finest opera singer. I've had the pleasure of witnessing her talent firsthand, and even Lady Furina speaks highly of her. Robin is scheduled to perform at the Opera Epiclese tomorrow. Did she perhaps extend an invitation to you?"
Gardon's curiosity was evident as he glanced at Tempest, eager to learn more about the connection.
"She did, and she gave me two VIP tickets."
Tempest showed Gardon the tickets.
"Can I have the other one? My nephew?"
Gardon asked with a hopeful glance.
"No. I believe you're rich enough to purchase one on your own."
Tempest replied almost immediately to his Uncle.
"Fair enough, are you giving it to someone else?"
"I am."
Tempest carefully folded the tickets and slipped them into the inner pocket of his coat, a small smile playing on his lips.
'I hope she will accept it.'
Tempest thought to himself.
A soft knock echoed through the room, and moments later, the door creaked open. Merlyn entered, seated in her wheelchair, which was being gently pushed by Melissa.
"Tempest, Brother."
Merlyn addressed her son and her brother.
"Mother, are you sure, you will be fine on your own?"
Tempest rose from his seat and approached his Mother.
"You don't have to worry about anything, my son, I'll keep a watchful eye over the mansion while you're away. Just promise me one thing, look after Penance for me, will you?"
Her gaze softened as she spoke, her concern for both of her children evident in her eyes.
"I will, Mother, I promise you."
Tempest vowed, his tone unwavering. He then turned to Melissa, who had recently taken on the role of the secretary for House Proudmoore.
"Melissa, while we're away, I need you to assist my Mother with everything she requires. She is the Matriarch of House Proudmoore in my absence, and her well-being is of the utmost importance. Make sure she has everything she needs."
"Yes, Your Grace."
Melissa responded with a short bow.
"Tempest, my dear, please be careful. I've heard that the deserts of Sumeru can be unbearably hot, and the heat can be relentless. Make sure you stay hydrated at all times, and watch out for the sandstorms, they can strike without warning and be incredibly dangerous. Promise me you'll take every precaution."
Her eyes, filled with motherly worry, held his gaze, emphasizing the importance of her words.
"I will, thank you, Mother."
Tempest said, and in response, his Mother gave him a bright smile.
"Good luck, my son."
Merlyn's eyes softened as she gestured for Tempest to come closer. Without a moment's hesitation, he obeyed, stepping forward to knelt beside her. With a tender smile, Merlyn reached up and placed a gentle goodbye kiss on his forehead, her warmth and love radiating in the simple gesture.
"Take care, my son."
Tempest nodded, feeling the weight of her affection and concern. He then turned to Gardon, and the two exchanged a knowing glance. Together, they left the room, and they made their way to the entrance of the mansion.
"We'll be parting ways at the Court of Fontaine. Unfortunately, I won't be able to accompany you to Sumeru. My duties with House Vance require my attention here. But don't worry, I've arranged for a place for you and your soldiers to stay. When you arrive in Sumeru City, a guide will be waiting to take you to House Vance's branch in Sumeru City."
Gardon said placing a reassuring hand on Tempest's shoulder.
"Hm, thank you, Uncle. First, I need to visit the Court of Fontaine to seek permission. It's not strictly necessary, but I want to do it out of respect. After that, we'll head to the Fontaine Research Institute to cancel the deal with the Fatui. Falric is already there and has sent a messenger hawk informing me that the Fatui still want the Ghost Program. Once we've taken care of that, we'll proceed directly to Sumeru."
Tempest said to Gardon as they arrived at the mansion's entrance. In the courtyard, a hundred Knights of the Golden Hand were mounted on horseback, several of them proudly bore the banner of House Proudmoore.
"Are you ready to go?"
Constantine approached Tempest.
"Mhm, you sure you're not coming with us?"
"Told you, Your Grace, I want to, but I cannot. I'm a wanted fugitive in Sumeru, remember?"
Constantine said with a smirk.
"Oh, right."
Tempest replied.
"Penance is in the carriage, Your Grace. Be sure to keep a close eye on her. Although she has a Vision, she is still relatively inexperienced with it. Her abilities are developing, but she could use your guidance and protection."
Constantine advised with a serious tone.
"Don't worry about that."
Tempest nodded in acknowledgment, and shortly thereafter, Constantine offered him a warm smile and a heartfelt farewell hug.
"Good luck, Your Grace."
Constantine said, his voice filled with genuine encouragement.
"Please be gentle to the new recruits..."
Tempest said.
"Ha! Can't promise you that!"
After a brief moment, it was time to set out. Gardon climbed into the same carriage with Penance, ensuring her safety and comfort. Meanwhile, Tempest mounted his horse and took the lead, guiding his knights at the front. Accompanying him was his newly appointed commander, Rohan, who rode alongside, ready to assist in any way necessary.
Upon arriving at Stormwind Harbor, Tempest was met with a grand sight, his flagship, the Dreadnought, now fully renovated and meticulously repaired, was waiting for them. Renamed Fierté, the giant vessel stood ready at the dock, with smoke rising from its funnels. The ship proudly bore the flag of Fontaine, fluttering in the breeze, signaling its readiness for departure.
"This is the first one, the other three, will be ready in the coming months..."