(Chapter 95 A Proud Birthday)
In his room, Tempest meticulously dressed in his finest attire, preparing for the grand event that would mark the night of his birthday. His outfit was nothing short of regal, tailored to perfection and befitting his station as a Duke of Stormwind. The deep navy fabric, trimmed with gold, exuded elegance and power, while the Proudmoore family crest was proudly displayed on his chest.
As a final touch, Tempest carefully fastened the badge Lady Furina had personally given him onto his uniform collar, a symbol of the bond between them and her faith in him. The gleaming Pyro Delusion was secured at his side, its fiery glow contrasting against the cool tones of his uniform.
As he stood tall, Tempest took one last glance in the mirror, feeling the weight of both responsibility and pride settle over him. Today was more than just a celebration, it was a testament to how far he had come. With a deep breath, he stepped away from the mirror, ready to face the grand night ahead.
*Knock knock*
A soft knock echoed through the room, pulling Tempest from his thoughts. He turned to the door as it opened slightly.
"Your Grace, the ballroom is nearly full. The guests are eagerly waiting for your appearance."
Melissa came to inform him.
Melissa, his personal maid, spoke gently as she stepped inside.
Her words carried a sense of anticipation, the grandeur of the event already unfolding beyond the walls of his chamber. Tempest nodded, taking a deep breath. The time had come to step into the spotlight and face the sea of nobility and dignitaries awaiting him.
"Thank you, Melissa, I'll be out shortly."
He replied, his voice calm but resolute.
With a slight bow, Melissa left the room, leaving Tempest with a final moment of quiet. He adjusted his collar one last time, gathering his composure. The night was about to begin.
Tempest stepped out of his room, as he approached the grand entrance that led to the ballroom. Waiting there was his sister, Penance, gently guiding their Mother, Merlyn, in her wheelchair. The air was filled with a subtle buzz of anticipation from beyond the doors, the hum of guests mingling, and the distant notes of a melody playing softly in the background.
Penance looked up at him, her usual calm expression mixed with a hint of excitement as she adjusted her grip on the wheelchair handles.
"Ready?"
She asked, her voice steady, though her eyes sparkled with the significance of the evening.
Tempest took a moment to meet both their gazes, his Mother, regal even in her chair, offering him a warm, knowing smile, and Penance, who stood with quiet determination, ready to support him on this important night.
He nodded, a small but confident smile tugging at his lips.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
With that, they made their way toward the grand ballroom, where the night of celebration, awaited them.
Two of Tempest's knights, standing by the entrance of the grand ballroom, moved in unison to swing open the large double doors. As the doors creaked open, the room fell into an anticipatory hush.
Falric stepped forward to make the announcement. His voice, clear and commanding, echoed through the hall, capturing everyone's attention.
"Everyone, the Duke of Stormwind has arrived, accompanied by Lady Penance and Lady Merlyn!"
He declared, his words carrying a tone of pride and reverence.
All eyes turned toward the balcony at the top of the grand staircase as Tempest, with his sister Penance by his side and their Mother, Lady Merlyn, in her wheelchair, made their entrance. They stood tall, regal, and composed, their presence alone enough to quiet the room as a wave of admiration swept through the crowd.
Tempest stepped forward, standing tall at the base of the staircase, his gaze sweeping across the ballroom as the crowd eagerly awaited his words. With a calm but commanding presence, he raised his glass, the stemware filled with clear water instead of wine, a subtle nod to his age.
"I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to all of you who have made it here tonight."
Tempest began, his voice steady yet filled with sincerity.
"It means more than I can express to see so many familiar faces, both old and new, gathered here in celebration. This evening is not just about my birthday, but about the restoration of something far greater, the Proudmoore name."
He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle over the crowd, who listened intently.
"We stand here together, not only in recognition of that name but in acknowledgment of what it means for Fontaine, for its future, and for all of us. Let this night be one to remember, a celebration of unity, of new beginnings, and a heartfelt thank you for the faith you have shown in me and my family."
Tempest lifted his glass higher, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he glanced down at the water in his glass.
"As much as I would love to join you all in raising a glass of fine wine from the Dawn Winery… unfortunately, I am still seventeen, so I'll have to stick to water for now."
He said with a light chuckle. His playful remark drew laughter from the crowd, easing the formality of the moment.
"But even so, this toast is no less meaningful. To the future of Fontaine, to the proud legacy we continue to build together. For Fontaine."
Tempest continued, his voice growing more resolute.
He raised his glass high, and the crowd followed suit, echoing his words in unison.
"For Fontaine!"
The room erupted into applause, the sound reverberating through the grand ballroom as the toast marked the beginning of a night that would surely be remembered for years to come.
'She's not here... I hope nothing went wrong...'
Tempest thought, his eyes scanning the sea of faces in the bustling ballroom. Nobles, bards, and distinguished guests from all corners of Fontaine filled the space and engaged in lively conversation, laughter, and celebration. But despite the grandeur of the event and the countless familiar faces, the one person he had hoped to see most was missing.
Tempest's gaze swept over the crowd again, searching for any sign of Furina. His heart tightened slightly with unease. Where could she be? It wasn't like her to miss such an important occasion.
"Haha, what a speech, my nephew!"
Came a hearty voice, breaking through Tempest's thoughts. Gardon, his uncle, strode towards him, clapping him on the back with a broad grin.
Tempest blinked, momentarily pulled from his worries about Furina's absence. He turned to face Gardon, offering a smile.
"Uncle, I wasn't sure you'd be here. Glad to see you made it."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world! You had everyone hanging on your every word. A fine speech for a fine occasion!"
Gardon replied, his voice booming with laughter.
"Thank you."
Tempest said, nodding appreciatively, though his mind still lingered elsewhere. The festive atmosphere around them felt distant as his thoughts drifted back to Furina. Where was she?
Gardon, perceptive as ever, narrowed his eyes at Tempest's distracted expression.
"But I can see something's on your mind. Not enjoying your big night as much as you should, mm?"
Tempest sighed, trying to mask his concern.
"Just a little preoccupied. It's nothing, really."
But Gardon wasn't convinced, and his sharp eyes glinted with curiosity.
"Well, let's hope whoever you're waiting for shows up soon."
"Tempest!"
A bright, familiar voice called out, breaking through the din of the party. He turned just in time to see Navia running toward him, her face lit up with a wide smile, holding a small, elegantly wrapped gift box in her hands.
"Navia."
Tempest greeted warmly, his smile growing as she approached. The sight of her seemed to lift his spirits, momentarily pushing aside his concerns.
"I'm glad you made it."
"Of course I did!"
She laughed lightly, coming to a stop in front of him.
"As if I'd miss your big night! I got you something. Happy birthday, Tempest."
She held out the small box toward him.
Tempest looked at the gift, a bit surprised by the gesture.
"You didn't have to."
He said, though clearly touched by her thoughtfulness.
"Please, just take it. It's not much, but I wanted to give you something special. I earned it with my own money!"
Navia insisted, pushing the box gently into his hands.
"Thank you, mind if I open it now?"
Tempest said, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Mm!"
Navia nodded enthusiastically, her excitement obvious.
Tempest carefully untied the ribbon and opened the small gift box. Inside was a sleek pair of sunglasses. A bit surprised, he took them out and put them on, adjusting them on his face with a bit of a flourish.
"How do I look?"
Tempest asked as he looked at Navia.
"So Handsome..."
Navia's excitement faltered for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly as she muttered.
"What was that?"
Tempest asked, leaning in closer, his expression full of curiosity.
"N-Nothing!"
Navia stammered, her face turning a deeper shade of pink.
"I just said you look... good. Really good."
She fidgeted, embarrassed by her own words but unable to hide her grin.
Tempest chuckled, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.
"Well, thank you, Navia. I'll make sure to wear these often."
Tempest chuckled, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.
"Enjoy the party, alright? The night is still young."
Tempest said, giving Navia an encouraging smile as he gently patted her head. He then secured the sunglasses to his uniform, the sleek design adding a touch of flair to his ensemble.
"Also, you should get back to your, Father."
He added, glancing across the room. He spotted Callas weaving through the crowd with Clorinde, a look of concern etched on his face as he searched frantically for his daughter.
Navia followed Tempest's gaze, her eyes widening slightly.
Oh, you're right! He'll worry if I'm not with him."
She replied, her earlier shyness melting away as she considered her father's anxious expression.
"Go on, then. I'll be around if you need me."
Tempest assured her, a warm smile still on his face. With a wave, Navia hurried off to rejoin her Father, and Tempest turned back to the crowd.
Once again, Tempest's thoughts drifted elsewhere, a cloud of uncertainty settling over him.
'Where is she?'
He pondered to himself, concern gnawing at the edges of his mind. Despite the vibrant atmosphere around him, with laughter and music filling the ballroom, his focus remained elsewhere. He scanned the crowd once more, searching for a familiar figure that seemed to elude him, his heart yearning for a glimpse of her presence. The anticipation was palpable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
"Your Grace!"
A cheerful voice called out, breaking through the din of laughter and chatter.
"Hm?"
Tempest turned, momentarily pulled from his thoughts. As he navigated through the crowd of guests, offering forced smiles and polite thanks, he found himself face-to-face with someone he recognized.
"Lyney, was it?"
He asked, his curiosity piqued as he recalled their previous encounter. The young magician's vibrant attire stood out amidst the formal wear, and his playful demeanor brought a sense of ease to the bustling atmosphere around them.
"I'm honored, you remembered my name!"
Lyney exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across his face. He then turned to the side and gently tugged at his sister's arm.
"Lynnette, come over here!"
Lynnette stepped forward, a touch of surprise on her face, but she quickly composed herself.
"Your Grace."
Lynnette said, offering a polite bow, her voice steady and respectful. The two siblings stood before Tempest, their contrasting personalities evident, Lyney's vibrant energy contrasting with Lynnette's calm demeanor.
"Happy birthday, Your Grace."
They both chimed in unison, their voices ringing with sincerity.
"Thank you both, I truly appreciate your kind wishes. I trust that your new lives have been treating you well?"
Tempest replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. He leaned slightly closer, genuinely curious about their experiences since they had last met.
"Mm! We get to perform on more grand stages, and we get to eat foods we never had before!"
Lyney exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he recounted their recent experiences.
"That's good to know. Well, make sure to enjoy the party to the fullest. Eat as much as your hearts desire and take in all the festivities around you."
Tempest replied, genuinely pleased for them. He gestured toward the lavish spread of food and drinks nearby, encouraging them to partake in the celebration.
"Thank you, Your Grace!"
Lyney chimed cheerfully, his gratitude evident in his bright smile. Tempest nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating their enthusiasm. As he turned to leave, the twins offered a slight bow, their respect and admiration for him clear in their demeanor.
"That's Master Crepus of the Dawn Winery."
Tempest muttered as his eyes landed on the man in the crowd, deep in conversation with Gardon. Crepus, responsible for filling the cups of tonight's celebration with his famous wines, was someone Tempest needed to acknowledge. Making a good impression on such a prominent figure from Mondstadt was crucial.
"I should greet him."
He whispered to himself, preparing to make his way over.
Just as Tempest was about to approach, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"Hm?"
Tempest turned, his attention shifting from Crepus.
"Good evening, Your Grace."
A familiar voice greeted him with a warm smile. It was Robin, standing with an air of casual grace. Her tone was polite, yet there was a spark of familiarity in her eyes.
"Mademoiselle. Good to see you."
Tempest's expression softened as he nodded in acknowledgment.
"It's great to see you two as well, Your Grace. Happy birthday."
Robin said with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting genuine joy for Tempest's celebration.
"Thank you."
Tempest replied with a nod, just as Robin leaned in slightly.
"Would you perhaps, like to have a dan-"
Before Robin could finish his sentence, a voice boomed across the room.
"Everyone! Lady Furina has arrived!"
Falric's announcement echoed, instantly commanding the attention of the entire ballroom.
Tempest's heart skipped a beat. Robin's words were forgotten as the crowd shifted and turned toward the entrance, eager to catch a glimpse of Fontaine's most enigmatic figure.
The grand double doors of the ballroom were swung open by Tempest's knights, revealing Lady Furina as she gracefully entered, flanked by two Champion Duelists. Her usual attire was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an exquisite gown that shimmered under the ballroom lights, crafted with the finest silks and adorned with intricate lace, perfectly suited for the grandeur of the occasion. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to her, captivated by her regal presence and elegance.
Tempest couldn't help but feel a wave of relief and admiration as Furina approached, her gaze sweeping the room before landing on him. She commanded attention effortlessly, her very aura changing the atmosphere of the party.
"Sorry, mademoiselle, another time."
Tempest said with a polite nod, brushing past Robin as his focus shifted toward Furina's grand entrance.
"Ah..."
Robin murmured, reaching out slightly but stopping herself before her hand fully extended. She let it drop, her expression faltering for just a moment.
"Rejected again..."
She whispered to herself, forcing a faint smile despite the sting of disappointment.
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On a quiet balcony nestled within the Proudmoore mansion, Nahida sat alone in a chair, her small frame bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Her gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the stars met the silver-lit sky. The serene beauty of the night was calming, yet there was a hint of melancholy in her expression.
Though she enjoyed the peace, a part of her longed to join Tempest's birthday, but she had to abide by the rules Tempest had set for her if she wished to remain in the mansion. Despite this, Nahida found comfort in the solitude, allowing the gentle breeze and moonlit silence to soothe her thoughts.
"What's this? The Dendro Archon is sitting alone while the grandest party in the land is underway?"
Venti's playful voice echoed through the quiet night as he gracefully landed on the balcony's railing, his figure illuminated by the moonlight.
"Barbatos?"
Nahida looked up, surprised.
"Indeed! In the flesh, or should I say, the wind? I was passing by, and imagine my surprise when I spotted the God of Wisdom sitting here all alone! Care to tell me why?"
Venti chuckled, his bright eyes twinkling with mischief as he balanced effortlessly on the narrow railing.
Nahida smiled softly, shaking her head.
"I have to follow the rules Tempest gave me if I want to stay here."
Venti pouted theatrically, hopping down from the railing to stand beside her.
"Rules, shmules! Surely, the Archon of Wisdom deserves a bit more fun than this."
Nahida sighed, her gaze drifting back to the moonlit horizon.
"I can't afford to break his trust anymore. Tempest has already extended this opportunity to me, a chance I most likely don't deserve. He has shown me kindness and hospitality when I least expected it, and the last thing I want is to jeopardize that."
Venti raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"But you do deserve it, Buer. You have so much to offer, even if you don't always see it yourself. Isn't it better to embrace the joy of this moment rather than confine yourself to solitude? After all, who knows what kind of inspiration might come from a night like this?"
Nahida considered his words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.
"You might be right, but the weight of responsibility can be heavy, especially when it involves someone as important as Tempest. I just want to prove that I can be trusted."
Venti sighed, his expression shifting to one of playful mischief.
"Wanna borrow my eyes then? I mean, it's not every day you get a front-row seat to a grand celebration, and it would be a shame to miss out on the fun just because of a few rules."
He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with a hint of magic.
"With my vision, you could see the joy radiating from the guests, the laughter filling the air, and perhaps even catch a glimpse of Tempest's genuine smile. Just think of all the moments you could savor from your cozy spot up here."
Nahida chuckled softly, shaking her head.
"You really make things sound tempting, Barbatos. But it's not just about the celebration, it's about honoring the trust Tempest has placed in me. I don't want to overstep my boundaries."
Venti waved his hand dismissively, a grin plastered on his face.
"Trust me, Nahida, sometimes it's worth stepping a little outside the lines. Life is too short to miss out on such precious moments."
"After all, I'm here for one thing, and one thing only."
Venti declared, his eyes glinting with excitement as he pulled out a beautifully crafted violin, the wood gleaming softly in the moonlight. He cradled the instrument in his arms like a long-lost friend, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"I'm going to make this party even livelier!"