I wrote most of this chapter yesterday, so I just decided to finish it this morning. And well it's time for the plot to move along again.
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December 3, 1600
Kikka, Marketplace
The first snowfall of the season arrived with delicate snowflakes drifting through a chilly breeze. For now, it was mild—a quiet prelude to the relentless, unforgiving winter that neared. The Kingdom, already in the grip of unprecedented disaster, braced itself for another season of predictable loss and hardship.
In the midst of the bustling marketplace, a long line stretched before the wooden stall bearing the simple sign: S & A Clinic. Amid the chatter and occasional complaints of the waiting crowd, a young boy's astonished voice cut through.
"This is for us…?"
Jonas stared up in disbelief as his younger brother, Jack, eagerly rummaged through the zipper bag containing the tent.
These were the same boys Sebastian had treated months ago on his very first day of business—the elder brother, Jonas, bringing little Jack to the clinic after a snakebite.
Since then, they'd become regular visitors. Sometimes it was for health checkups, but more often than not, they came simply to talk, seeking the warmth of company they lacked elsewhere.
Sebastian never turned them away. When Acier began frequenting the clinic, the boys had avoided her and by extension the clinic at first, wary of strangers, especially noble strangers. But it didn't take long for her to win them over. She brought candy, desserts, and small coins of copper or silver whenever they came across her.
Still, she was careful though with what she gave them. Gold and other large goods could make them targets. If she did give them anything sizable it was often food, food she made sure they finished within her sight.
She also often offered to enroll them in an orphanage, a church, or even as servants for House Silva, but the boys always refused.
They feared being separated if taken into an orphanage. Lots of small families without any sons to help out on their farms or other hard labour often looked to adopt. Jack and Jonas didn't hope these families would willingly take in the two of them together. And Jack and Jonas had heard stories that many orphanages were crowded, so it wasn't uncommon for siblings to be sent off to different locations. They only had one another, they didn't ever want to lose that.
Well as for churches, especially for little boys, were not always the sanctuaries they claimed to be. And as for House Silva? Though the boys had warmed up to Acier, the idea of serving nobility—or worse, royalty—terrified them.
They were street rats. It was a tough, unforgiving life, but it was the one they knew and trusted. If they were to rise above it, if things for them would ever get better, they wanted to do so on their own terms, at their own pace and convenience—not by placing blind faith in others.
Sebastian and Acier respected their wishes, knowing they couldn't force them without risking harm to their fragile trust. Instead, they helped in smaller ways.
The tent Jonas held now was one such gesture—Sebastian's old tent, patched and repaired by an expert seamstress. It wasn't perfect, but he hoped it would see them through the winter.
Sebastian and Acier, both cloaked in their Twin Masks disguises, nodded in unison. Jonas's lips trembled as he clutched the bag tighter. He quickly wiped his eyes before any tears could fall, then wrapped his arms around Sebastian's leg.
"T-thank you, Mr. Mask."
He looked up at Acier, his gratitude overflowing despite his trembling voice. "Thank you too, Ms. Mask."
Acier tilted her head slightly. Her expression was hidden behind her mask, but Sebastian had a sinking feeling it was smug. She raised her left hand, flashing her ring.
"It's Mrs. Mask," she corrected with a sly edge to her tone.
Sebastian's brows twitched under his mask, but he said nothing.
Jonas's mouth fell open in a comical "O," darting his gaze between the two masked figures. Jack, who had zipped up the bag by now, gave a small bow.
"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Mask!"
Sebastian and Acier stiffly nodded, maintaining their aloof personas. But beneath the mask, Sebastian's discomfort was palpable.
It wasn't Acier's teasing—he'd long since grown used to that—but the gnawing guilt he felt toward the boys.
I should've given them my newer tent, he thought bitterly. It was larger, better insulated, and far more suited to the harsh winter.
But he hadn't.
The newer tent was purchased with Acier's money, which made it her gift in his eyes. Giving it away felt… wrong. It was something she had given him, and that made it precious.
Instead, he had repaired the older tent and handed it over, knowing it wasn't ideal.
Although Sebastian had survived a particularly harsh winter in it, he was over twice the age the boys were now, and the tent was brand new back then.
This is barely enough, he chastised himself, watching as the boys noticed the impatient line behind them and quickly stepped aside to make room for the next patient.
As they disappeared into the crowded marketplace, Sebastian sighed inwardly.
Please don't die. For my sake.
December 15, 1600
Sebastian's Shack
"Christmas?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he knelt by the fireplace, carefully lighting the firewood. His gaze flicked back to Acier, who sat at his desk, bundled in a thick sweater. She smiled at him, her expression warm but tinged with nervousness, and nodded.
"Yeah. You're invited to Christmas with my family…" Her voice trailed off, and her usual confidence faltered. Twirling a strand of her long hair between her fingers, she looked up at him with hesitant eyes. "Y-you're coming, right?"
Sebastian froze for a moment, when was the last time I celebrated Christmas?
He snapped out of his thoughts quickly as he took in the unspoken plea and hope behind her words. Then, with a swift nod, he replied, "Definitely."
Acier's face lit up instantly. Beaming, she sprang out of the chair and crashed into him with a bearhug.
"Thank you, Sebby!!! It'll be fun, I swear."
Sebastian stiffened at the sudden contact, but only for a heartbeat. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, returning the embrace.
Acier's cheeks reddened as she nuzzled into his chest, while Sebastian's lips quirked in a fond smile. Even if it's torture, I'll still come, he thought to himself.
A moment later, Acier tilted her head up and grabbed his cheek, her expression shifting into a frown. "Don't do anything silly, like buying presents for us. You should save your money."
Sebastian nodded without argument.
Satisfied, Acier gave him a firm nod in return before her lips curved into a mischievous grin. Tugging at her collar, she teased, "Oh my… is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? Maybe I should take off a layer—"
Before she could finish, Sebastian wordlessly scooped her up, carried her to the door, and tossed her outside onto the snow-covered ground.
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Acier pouting on the frosty earth. She huffed, dusted herself off, and stomped away.
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Two Hours Later
Sebastian stepped out of his shack, shovel in hand, bundled in a sweater and gloves. His breath misted in the chilly air as he looked up at the starry sky, pausing for a moment before heading down the path.
But instead of turning right toward the Silva Estate as usual, he veered left, walking into the dark forest.
Five minutes later, he let out a frosty breath as he reached the heart of the woods. His eyes scanned the trees until they landed on his target: a large X carved into the bark of an evergreen tree.
His marker.
Without hesitation, he strode to the marked tree and walked past it at a slight angle, counting his paces aloud.
"One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… seven and a half…"
He stopped.
Planting the shovel firmly into the snow-covered ground, he began to dig. Dirt and snow piled up beside him until, about two feet deep, his shovel struck something solid.
Sebastian crouched down and cleared away the remaining dirt with his hands, revealing a large wooden box. He hoisted it out of the hole, its weight causing the items inside to jingle faintly.
Pulling a pair of pliers from his pocket, he gritted his teeth and snapped the keyless lock clean off, tossing it aside.
With a creak, he lifted the lid to reveal the treasure within: coins.
The box was filled with them—mostly silver and copper, with a few scattered gold pieces. Some were bent and dirty, others polished and shiny, but all of it was money.
Sebastian stared at the stash, his expression slightly satisfied as he murmured to himself, "This… should be enough."
December 24, 1600
Castle Silva Front Gates, Dinner Time
"Didn't I tell you not to buy anything?" Acier planted her hands on her hips, frowning as Sebastian stepped through the gates carrying a stack of neatly wrapped presents.
Sebastian met her glare with a silent, unimpressed look. A few of the Silva household's servants quickly approached him, taking the packages and hurrying them into the castle's private living room to arrange them under the Christmas tree.
Acier's frown deepened as Sebastian turned back to her, blinking innocently. "I don't recall agreeing."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Acier let out an exasperated cry. "Yes, you did! You nodded in agreement!"
Sebastian blinked again, his tone utterly matter-of-fact. "That gesture can be interpreted in many ways. I never actually said anything, so it's not my fault if you took it as confirmation."
Her brow twitched, but she quickly sighed in defeat. "How much did it cost you?"
"Don't worry about it," Sebastian replied, shaking his head dismissively.
Before she could press him further, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. Leaning in, he whispered softly, "A bit early, but Merry Christmas, Acier."
Acier froze for a moment, then relaxed into his embrace, her lips curling into a smile as she nuzzled against his chest. "Merry Christmas, Sebby."
With that, the two made their way inside to join the Silva family for dinner.
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Castle Silva, Second Floor Private Living Room, After Dinner
The Silva family—minus Nicklaus—and Sebastian gathered around the grand Christmas tree in the private living room, ready to begin their annual tradition of opening gifts.
While most of the Kingdom saved gift-giving for Christmas Day, House Silva held the custom of opening presents on Christmas Eve. [1]
Nathaniel and Amara sat on neighboring sofa chairs, their demeanor as composed as ever. Across from them, seated on a long couch, were Aurelia, Acier, and Sebastian, from left to right.
Amara clasped her hands together, looking across the room with a soft smile. "Stockings or presents? What should we start with?"
"Presents!" Acier shot her hand into the air, grinning as she elbowed Sebastian lightly in the ribs. "Let's see what Sebby got us."
Aurelia clapped her hands, her smile bright. "Yes, let's see what Brother brought!"
Sebastian offered a weak, polite smile in response, as he felt everyone's gaze bore into him. With a small nod, he rose from his seat and approached the tree.
He moved stiffly as he circled the tree, eventually picking up four gift boxes of varying sizes. Two were identical and small, roughly the size of envelopes. The third was about the size of a watch case, while the fourth, though similar in length, was cubical and noticeably larger.
He handed the gifts to each recipient in turn—Amara, Nathaniel, Aurelia, and finally Acier—before retaking his seat beside Acier on the couch.
The four examined their wrapped gifts, their curiosity evident.
"You first, Mom, Dad," Acier urged, beaming at her parents.
Nathaniel and Amara exchanged a glance, silently agreeing before they began unwrapping their respective gifts with deliberate care.
You can just rip it open, you know… Sebastian thought to himself, resisting the urge to comment. He had a feeling their careful approach was their way of showing consideration to his feelings, so he held his tongue.
As the paper fell away, their expressions subtly shifted. Their eyes widened slightly as they revealed a pair of matching floral brooches.
Nathaniel's brooch was curved to the right, crafted from silver hematite, while Amara's curved to the left, made of pink topaz.
Both parents looked across the room at Sebastian, who awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"They match your eyes," he explained, his voice hesitant. "And they're somewhat similar to the flory fitchy design. Plus, they come as a set, so I thought they'd be perfect for you two..." His voice trailed off uncertainly.
Amara smiled warmly, cutting him off before he could say more. "They're beautiful, Sebastian. Thank you. We'll treasure them."
Without hesitation, she pinned the brooch to the right side of her chest, while Nathaniel did the same on his left. He gave Sebastian a curt nod of approval.
Sebastian's polite smile softened into something more genuine, only growing brighter as relief washed over him when no one mentioned the cost.
"Me next!" Aurelia interrupted, practically bouncing in her seat.
She wasted no time tearing into her gift, unceremoniously ripping away the wrapping paper.
Sebastian couldn't help but smile. There was something oddly heartwarming about Aurelia, the girl who insisted on calling him "Brother," skipping any pretense of politeness.
Moments later, all eyes turned to the large, shiny, round device Aurelia held in her hands. Its surface was adorned with small gemstones, and a large silver engraving of her initials, A.S.
Her eyes sparkled as she noticed a small indent on the device. Flipping it open, she revealed a large magic gem embedded inside, while the interior of the lid housed a reflective mirror.
Sebastian's voice broke the silence. "It's a magic communication device. I know you probably already have one, but this also doubles as a makeup mirror you can carry around, so…"
"I love it, Brother! Thank you!" Aurelia beamed, clutching the device.
Sure, she already owned a magic transponder, but hers was plain and practical—nothing like this. This one wasn't just functional; it was fashionable. It was something she could show off, a stylish accessory rather than just a tool.
Sebastian's ears reddened slightly as he nodded bashfully. Before he could say anything else, Acier grinned and tore into her own gift.
She blinked at the contents: a large leather satchel, clearly crafted from expensive material.
What caught her attention wasn't just the satchel's silver color or its intricate floral embroidery—it was the brand.
Her incredulous gaze shifted to Sebastian, who coughed awkwardly. "We'll be getting our grimoires in half a year, so I thought you might be looking for an upgrade…"
He trailed off, noticing her strange expression, and his confidence wavered. "Do you… already have one? Or do you not like it?"
Acier silenced him by grabbing his mouth, shaking her head awkwardly. "Sebby, we're really soulmates."
Nathaniel's and Amara's brows twitched, while Aurelia giggled gleefully.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, only for Acier to point at another gift under the tree—a box nearly identical in size to the one she'd just unwrapped.
"That's for you," she said, her voice quieter but no less amused.
Sebastian blinked, awkwardly rising from his seat to retrieve the gift. Without hesitation, he tore the wrapping apart to reveal an identical bag.
The two stared at each other for a long, silent moment before Acier laughed. "Well, now we match."
Sebastian's lips curved into a soft smile as he slung the satchel around his waist.
Just as he was about to return to his seat, Aurelia's voice rang out. "Open that one next, Brother! It's from me!"
She pointed excitedly at a small black box near his feet.
Sebastian paused, his gaze flicking toward Nathaniel and Amara. They both nodded lightly, granting silent permission.
Crouching down, Sebastian picked up the box and tore into the wrapping, earning a delighted grin from Aurelia. Inside, he found a gray case.
Flipping it open, his breath caught for a moment. Nestled within was a golden pocket watch, its gears visible behind the transparent glass.
Carefully, he lifted the ticking watch by its chain, admiring the intricate movements of the gears and hands.
"It's beautiful. Thank you, Aurelia," he said softly.
Aurelia beamed. "No problem, Brother!"
Sebastian slipped the watch into his pocket with care before stiffly turning to Nathaniel and Amara. The Silva Patriarch gestured toward a square box nearby.
"That's from the both of us," Amara said, her voice gentle.
Sebastian nodded and picked it up, unwrapping the gift with deliberate care. He stiffened immediately as inside, he found traditional Silva garments—clothes reserved for those bearing the Silva name.
His fingers tightened around the fabric, his jaw clenching slightly. Across the room, Acier straightened in her seat, her expression unreadable.
"Sebastian." Nathaniel's calm voice broke through his thoughts.
Sebastian looked up to meet his gaze.
"No need to rush or force yourself," Nathaniel said. "When you're ready—when you truly wish to become a member of this House, of this family—you can wear them."
Sebastian stared at him for a moment before nodding slightly. "Thank you, sir."
Wordlessly, he folded the garments and tucked them into his new satchel, ensuring their safety.
Returning to his seat, Sebastian sat quietly as the rest of the gift-giving passed in relative silence.
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Two Hours Later
Sebastian and Acier walked in companionable silence through the halls of Castle Silva. He was escorting her to her room for the night before heading home himself.
Acier idly played with the sock in her hand, filled with expensive chocolates, candies, and small trinkets that had brought an amused smile to her face. Sebastian's own stocking sat tucked neatly in his satchel.
When they arrived at her door, Sebastian half-expected her usual antics—some joke or teasing invitation like, "Staying the night?" or, "Care to come in?" But instead, she gave him a sly look and wordlessly swung open the door.
To his surprise, she didn't step inside. Instead, she tilted her head back, looking upward.
Sebastian frowned and followed her gaze. His expression blanked when his eyes landed on a small object tied to the ceiling and dangling just behind her door.
Mistletoe.
Acier's lips curled into a playful whistle. "Oh my… how did that possibly get there?"
She adopted an exaggerated expression of struggle before sighing dramatically. "Oh dear, it seems there's no way around this. We'll just have to kiss."
Sebastian blinked at her, his face unreadable, as Acier tiptoed closer. She puckered her lips and closed her eyes, leaning toward him with a grin she couldn't quite suppress.
He sighed, rolling his eyes, before stepping forward and placing a warm kiss on her forehead.
Acier's eyes snapped open, and her cheeks flared crimson. She froze, her hand flying to her forehead as Sebastian pulled back. Her flustered expression deepened as he turned away with a plain, "Good night."
Acier watched in stunned silence as he walked off, his figure disappearing into the dim hallway. The moment he was out of sight, she groaned and stomped her foot, pouting dramatically.
"Ughhh… Sebby, you idiot! You're supposed to kiss the lips! The lips!"
But there was no real bite to her frustration. As she slipped into her room and closed the door, she couldn't stop the broad smile that tugged at her lips.
December 25, 1600
House Vardy
The Vardy family—Count Vardy, his wife, and their son—sat gathered around their Christmas tree. Amid the festive pile of presents, the Count's gaze caught on an unfamiliar box, its wrapping pristine and untouched.
He leaned forward, inspecting the tag, only to find it addressed not to an individual but to House Vardy.
Curiosity piqued, he unwrapped the gift carefully, his eyes widening slightly as he uncovered its contents: three matching red pajamas.
They seemed tailor-made to fit him, his wife, and his son perfectly.
Frowning slightly, he noticed a card tucked beneath the pajamas. Flipping it open, he began to read the handwritten note.
Dear Teacher,
Thank you for all your help over the past few years, with dancing and more. I wish a Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Love, Acier
The Count's lips twitched into a faint smile—until his eyes landed on the postscript.
P.S.
Also, thank you for teaching my husband to dance and encouraging him to be my partner at my ceremony. Our love wouldn't have happened without you.
Treat this present like it came from the both of us.
The Count froze, rereading the words with an incredulous expression.
"Husband?" he murmured aloud, his brow furrowing deeply as he gawked.
December 31, 1600
There were no fireworks that night, no grand celebrations to welcome the new year.
The kingdom engulfed by despair, especially its peasants and commoners, had no heart for festivities. Even the arrogant royals and nobles, always eager to flaunt their status, refrained. They weren't about to tempt fate or risk igniting public outrage by lighting up the skies with their usual displays.
So, there were no fireworks.
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January 3, 1601
Kikka, Marketplace
The twin masks of the clinic—Sebastian and Acier—stood silently at the entrance, their gazes fixed on the commotion unfolding in the marketplace.
They weren't the only ones watching. Their entire line of patients, along with passersby, had paused to observe the scene.
In the center square, a scraggly man, clad in a tattered coat and worn boots, had climbed atop a pile of crates. His hair was a matted mess, his voice raw with fury as he roared at the crowd gathering around and below.
"How much longer must we starve? How much longer must we shiver through these cold nights while the nobles live like gods in their castles?!"
The crowd hesitated, a mix of curiosity and unease in their eyes, as the man continued his tirade.
"They feast on banquets every night while we fight over scraps! Tell me—is that fair?!"
"NO!" The crowd's collective roar echoed back.
The man spread his arms wide, emboldened. "Then what are we going to do about it?!"
Silence.
The crowd faltered, their defiance evaporating as quickly as it had flared. Slowly, they began to back away, unwilling to involve themselves in what was to come next.
The man froze, his moment of triumph dissipating. Sure enough, two tall figures emerged from the throng, their crimson robes marking them as Magic Knights of the Crimson Lion squad.
"Dammit this is the fourth time this week," one of them growled, pointing a stern finger at the man. "Get down now and turn yourself in. Don't make us use force."
The scraggly man sneered, spitting at the ground as his grimoire floated into the air. "Cowardly nobles like you don't scare me! Watch me wipe the floor with you—"
He didn't get to finish.
A massive fist of rock materialized out of thin air, striking him squarely in the chest. He was launched off the crates, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.
Groaning, the man spat out blood and a few teeth, his trembling gaze flickering toward the crowd in a silent plea for help. But no one moved. No one met his eyes.
Forcing himself to his feet, he scoffed, spitting a crimson-streaked glob at the Knights.
"Cheap shot! You don't scare me, you cowards—"
"Cowards?!" One of the Magic Knights echoed, his voice low and seething with anger. A vein throbbed visibly on his temple.
He turned to the crowd, his gaze sweeping over them. "You think we're cowards? That nobles are cowards?"
The crowd remained silent, though the dark glint in their eyes betrayed their thoughts.
The Knight sneered. "Who fights for this kingdom? Who's repelling Diamond's armies as we speak? Useless low-magic scum like you, or the Blue Rose, the Purple Orcas, the Wizard King? The Magic Knights, all of which are nobles!"
The crowd shifted uneasily, heads lowering as they begrudgingly acknowledged the truth in his words.
But the scraggly man wasn't done. Cackling, he gestured to the crowd. "Don't listen to him! What do the sacrifices of the Blue Rose or Purple Orcas have to do with spoiled cowards like the Crimson Lions and Silver Eagles?"
The crowd's heads snapped back up, their expressions hardening into dark glares fixed on the two Knights. The sudden shift in atmosphere made the two Knights pause for a beat of the moment.
The man, emboldened once again, grinned. "Maybe nobles aren't cowards, but you royal lapdogs? The so-called greatest of them all? You're nothing! Noblesse oblige doesn't seem to apply to royal—"
His words were cut short as a blade of rock sliced through the air, decapitating him in a single, clean motion.
The marketplace froze. Then, screams erupted as the crowd recoiled in terror. They had the urge to flee but they didn't dare too, as the Knights locked their dark gazes on them, freezing them in place.
The Knight who had delivered the blow glared at them, his voice thundering over the bloodshed. "You think we want to be here?! Babysitting you ungrateful low-magic trash while our king fights on the front lines? The only reason we're stuck here is because the moment we turn our backs, you ungrateful wolves will raid our homes and bite the hands that feed you!"
He spat at the ground, his expression twisted with contempt. "Disperse!"
The crowd didn't need to be told twice. They scattered like leaves in the wind.
Back under the awning of their clinic, Sebastian and Acier stood unmoving.
Sebastian's gaze wasn't on the chaos outside. Instead, it was fixed on Acier, who stood beside him, her fists clenched and trembling with barely contained fury and… frustration.
Under his mask, Sebastian's blue eyes flickered with something—something dark and unspoken as the gears in his mind began to turn.
January 8
Sebastian's eyes followed Acier's back as she stood motionless in front of a large notice board in the town square. Her gaze lingered on something posted there, her expression unreadable.
A moment later, she turned away without a word and headed toward their stall.
Sebastian followed, but not before sparing a glance at whatever had caught her attention.
His blood ran cold. He almost stopped in his tracks.
Urgent Call for Volunteers in Kiten!
Warriors, doctors, apothecaries, chefs, blacksmiths, carpenters—anyone and everyone is welcome and deeply appreciated.
Help us defend our kingdom from Diamond!
Sebastian swallowed hard, forcing his expression into neutrality. But as he resumed his steps, his fist clenched, and his teeth ground together.
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January 11
"Hey, Sebby?"
"Yes, Acier?"
"My sister's birthday is this Friday. You're coming, right?"
"Of course."
"Don't buy her a present."
"I definitely will."
Acier groaned. "Ugh… fine! Let's get her one together."
"...Sure."
January 17: Castle Silva, Ballroom
Sebastian stepped into the ballroom, greeted by the understated elegance of Aurelia's 11th birthday celebration. Unlike Acier's extravagant coming-of-age party, this gathering was small and intimate—a reflection of both the ongoing unrest in the kingdom and Aurelia's preference for a low-key affair.
Close friends and family filled the room, a mix of familiar faces: the Vermillions, Count Vardy, a handful of nobles closely tied to House Silva, and Anslem Veritas from the Church. The Pope wouldn't be coming for such a small event not with everything going on, who knows what those unruly princes would try when he wasn't looking?
Sebastian's attire was simple: a clean shirt and dress pants. No elaborate suit was required for the occasion without a dress code, and Acier's warm smile as she hooked her arm in his made him feel even more at ease. She carried their gift for her younger sister—a vielle. Aurelia, with her love for the arts, would cherish it. While she didn't share Acier's grace in dance, she excelled in music and other refined "feminine" talents.
As they approached, Aurelia accepted the gift with pure delight, embracing Acier tightly. Then, much to Sebastian's surprise, the young princess threw her arms around him too. He stiffened momentarily before awkwardly returning the hug, earning a radiant smile from the two sisters.
The party unfolded with a pleasant casualness: light conversation, laughter, games, and the occasional clink of glasses. Nathaniel Silva gave a brief, heartfelt speech thanking everyone for attending before the festivities resumed.
But not all was lighthearted. One figure stood apart from the rest: Nicklaus Silva. The frail, silver-haired patriarch sat alone in a corner at an empty table, his presence more ghostly than regal. His listless demeanor seemed to drain the air around him, but no one dared to comment on his isolation or his evident distance from his family, more specifically Acier.
When the music began, attention shifted to the dance floor. Florian and Aurelia led the way, their crimson cheeks and shy grins drawing applause as they twirled and glided. Once their performance ended, others joined the floor.
That's how Sebastian found himself dancing with Acier once again. It wasn't a formal waltz like before, just a gentle sway, a slow dance, her hands resting on his shoulders, his on her waist. Acier's smile was soft, and Sebastian found himself smiling back, despite the prick of the curious glances around them. He focused on her, on keeping that smile alive.
But it wasn't enough. Not to him.
Sebastian didn't just want her happy; he wanted her safe—safe from war, danger, and the bloodshed looming over the Kingdom. He resolved to act boldly, to anchor her to his side with something undeniable. Something so grand she would never want to leave.
Uncaring of the watchful eyes of Acier's family and the gathered nobles, Sebastian leaned in. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance and softly captured her lips with his own.
Acier froze, her face blooming crimson, eyes wide with shock. But as the moment stretched, she melted into the kiss, her hands tightening on his shoulders.
Sebastian broke the kiss before the heat of the moment and her intoxicating scent could overwhelm him. His voice was steady as he whispered, "I love you."
Acier flushed deeper, her voice trembling and eyes watering for a moment as she replied, "I love you too." Then she rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers clutching the back of his shirt.
Only then did they notice the silence around them. The music had stopped, and every eye in the room was fixed on the pair. Many wide eyed and gawking.
Acier glanced towards a pair standing together. Her sister, Aurelia grinned, giving her an enthusiastic thumbs-up, while Amber smirked slyly with a tease. Acier couldn't help but smile back.
Sebastian, however, looked toward the two most important figures in the room, well important to him, save for Acier: Count Vardy and Nathaniel Silva. The former seemed slightly… proud while the latter appeared as indifferent as always.
Well as long as he's not mad, that's all I ask for. Sebastian gave them a slight nod before shifting his focus further back—to the table where Nicklaus Silva sat.
The old duke's listless and dull silver eyes met Sebastian's steady ocean-blues. They locked gazes for a long moment before Nicklaus silently looked away.
Sebastian's lips curled into a faint smug grin.
Holding Acier tighter, Sebastian inwardly placated himself. She's not going anywhere.
February 14, 1601: Sebastian's Shack
"You made these?" Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow as he inspected the heart-shaped box of chocolates in his hands. He sat at his desk, glancing across his modest home to where Acier sat at the edge of her bed. She was fondly caressing the bouquet of white roses he'd given her for Valentine's Day. [2]
Acier pressed a light kiss to one of the flowers before setting them aside, her cheeks tinged pink. "W-with Aurelia's guidance... I've never done something like this before," she admitted, fiddling nervously with the hem of her dress. "I'm usually told to stay out of the kitchen. And while baking is different from cooking... they're probably not any good, so you know what, I'll just take them back and buy you some instead—"
As she stood to reach for the box, Sebastian pulled it back, holding it firmly out of her grasp.
"This is mine," he said, his tone resolute.
"S-Sebby, trust me, they probably suck—"
Sebastian rolled his eyes, opened the tin, and plucked out a round, puffed piece. "That's for me to decide," he said. Without hesitation, he popped the chocolate into his mouth, biting down with a crunch.
A moment passed before he nodded. "Bitter and hard—just how dark chocolate's supposed to be. Nothing wrong at all—"
"That's white chocolate," Acier interjected softly as she plopped back onto his bed, visibly depressed.
Sebastian froze mid-chew, his expression blanking. He stared at her, speechless, as Acier flushed and offered a shaky, self-deprecating smile.
"Grandfather was right," she mumbled, looking down at her hands. "I don't belong in the kitchen."
For a moment, Sebastian said nothing, simply watching her shoulders tremble. Then he spoke, his voice calm and casual.
"I won't be able to eat these." His word choice could've been better if he was trying to cheer her up.
Acier flinched, her grip tightening on the edge of the bed. Before she could respond, he added, "Alone, that is."
Her head snapped up, wide eyes blinking at him in confusion. Sebastian stood, plucking another chocolate from the tin, and held it at the edge of his lips as he approached her.
Realization dawned on Acier, and she flushed a deep crimson. "S-Sebby, wait—" she stammered, backing away instinctively. But in the confines of the tiny shack, there was nowhere to go. Within a step, her back hit the wall, and Sebastian used the opportunity to pin her in place.
Without a word, he leaned in, knees digging into the mattress causing the bed frame to slightly creak, as his lips brushed hers as he fed her the chocolate. Acier's protests dissolved into a muffled gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she shyly accepted the treat.
When they pulled apart, she opened her eyes to find Sebastian gazing down at her. His voice was low, teasing. "There are eight more where that came from. Ready for the next one?"
Acier's blush deepened as she nodded, her expression shy but filled with a growing warmth. The two continued to "share" the chocolates, one piece at a time, their laughter and quiet moments filling the small space.
Unbeknownst to Acier, Sebastian's eyes opened briefly during one of their exchanges. His gaze narrowed, his thoughts shifting into a show of self confidence as he encouraged and convinced himself.
If I keep doing things like this, she won't leave. She definitely won't.
Unfortunately, their shared indulgence came at a price. For the entire week that followed, both Sebastian and Acier found themselves bedridden with food poisoning.
February 26, 1601
Since Valentine's Day, Sebastian had been trying to do small things to warm her heart—holding her hand or complimenting her appearance. He made sure not to overdo it; too much, and his words might start to sound insincere.
His affection was deliberate but subtle, picking up slowly over time. There was no sudden, jarring shift in his demeanor—nothing that might unsettle her or betray the thoughts and worries he kept hidden.
This is the right choice, he thought, reassured every time her smile grew a little brighter.
—
February 27, 1601
The sky was beginning to clear, hinting that winter's harsh grip might finally be loosening. Spring seemed to be just around the corner.
February 28, 1601
Winter hadn't loosened its grip after all. A vicious snow storm tore through the day, far worse than anyone had expected.
Acier pleaded with Sebastian to stay in her home until the storm passed. He didn't argue; he wasn't about to leave her alone to worry about him in weather like this.
That night, neither of them slept much. They spent hours staring out the window in Kikka's direction, worry etched on their faces.
Please, let them be alright, Sebastian prayed, he was never a religious person, but that day he prayed as devoutly as any good believer.
February 29, 1601
Kikka Marketplace
Jack and Jonas are dead.
Jack and Jonas are dead.
Jack and Jonas are dead.
Jack and Jonas are dead.
Jack and Jonas are dead.
Sebastian and Acier stood frozen in their cloaks and masks, staring at the scene before them. They wanted to believe it was some cruel illusion, a trick of the mind brought on by exhaustion, but reality refused to bend.
Under the stall, the brothers lay huddled together, pale and still as ice. No matter how many times Sebastian pressed his fingers to their necks, there was no pulse.
No pulse means no life.
Acier reached out with her mana, desperate to find the familiar spark she knew so well in the boys. She found nothing.
No mana means no life.
Again and again, they bent close, ears straining for even the faintest heartbeat. Nothing.
No heartbeat means no life.
Jack and Jonas are dead.
Sebastian and Acier were motionless, their breaths shallow and uneven behind their masks. When their eyes finally met, a thousand questions passed between them.
Why are they here? Why under the stall? Why aren't they in their tent? Why aren't they safe?
Why are they dead? Why are they dead? Why are they dead?
Did their tent collapse? Did the storm tear it away? Why are they lying here, in the open and cold?
Why aren't they warm? Why aren't they safe?
The questions burned in their minds as they turned stiffly toward the crowd of patients lining up behind their stall. Without a word, they pointed to the lifeless forms of the boys. They didn't need to speak. Everyone here had seen the brothers, always lingering around the "twin masks." Everyone understood the unspoken question:
What happened?
After a long, tense moment, a frail man in a heavy coat and scarf stepped forward, leaning heavily on his cane. He was Old Stein, one of their regulars. His voice trembled as he coughed, then rasped out his reply.
"T-that's strange… so strange… I pass by their campsite every day. Just this morning, their tent was fine—fine and dandy."
Sebastian and Acier didn't hesitate. Without another word, they darted from the stall, their destination clear in their minds.
When they reached the alley where the brothers' tent stood, they stopped cold. The tent was still there—intact and undisturbed.
Inside, silhouettes moved.
Why are there other people in Jack and Jonas' tent?
As they stared, the tallest figure inside the tent froze. Slowly, he unzipped the entrance and stepped out.
"Is there a problem—"
His words cut off abruptly when his eyes landed on them. He froze, recognizing the infamous twin masks.
Sebastian and Acier didn't move, their gazes locked on the man. They knew him. They'd treated him at their clinic more than once. They wished they hadn't. He was a refugee from Sosshi—a man with a family.
They never got his name, never asked for it, they were glad they hadn't.
A moment later, Sebastian's hoarse voice escaped from beneath his mask. He wasn't bothering to maintain his usual aloof demeanor.
"You stole those brothers' tent?" It wasn't a question. It was an accusation.
The man hesitated before nodding. "There was a snowstorm yesterday… the Church was full… I have a family to protect…"
Acier's voice followed, brittle and cracking. "They're dead now."
The man froze, his fists clenching tight. He bit down on his lip until it bled, lowering his head as he repeated, "There was a snowstorm yesterday… the Church was full… I have a family to protect…"
Sebastian's gaze shifted past the man as a woman emerged from the tent, trembling. She clutched a baby in her arms, with a little girl clinging to her leg.
His fists tightened. "That tent could house more than six people. You could've shared it for one day!" he hissed.
The man met his gaze evenly. "I don't like the idea of strangers near my family—"
"They were children!" Acier's voice cracked with grief.
"Strangers are still strangers. I'm not letting my guard down around anyone—especially not street rats."
The words landed like a slap. Sebastian and Acier froze, their voices trembling as they spoke in unison. "Then what are you and your family… right now?"
The man averted his gaze, his brows furrowed. "I'm a commoner. I own a smithy. My family and I are different from those two."
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Then, Sebastian's voice cut through it, hoarse and low. "Of all the people, of all the possibilities… why them? Why those two boys?"
The man hesitated but finally answered, his voice devoid of shame. "Children are easy to handle."
Acier's stomach churned. She felt sick. How many times had she wrapped bandages around this wretch? How many times had they healed him, never knowing what kind of person he truly was?
Sebastian's gaze dimmed, his thoughts spiraling inward.
Jack and Jonas are dead, and it's my fault.
He didn't try to console himself with the thought that they'd have died long ago if not for him. That wasn't enough. If he truly cared about their safety, he would have done so much more.
If I really cared, I would've forced them to take Acier's offer to join House Silva.
If I really cared, I would've brought them to the Silva estate—sheltered them on my land long before the civil unrest began.
If I really cared, I would've given them the newer, larger tent. Maybe then this man would've tolerated sharing for a day.
If I really cared, I would've rented them a tavern room for the winter.
If I really cared, I would've bought them new, warm clothes.
But he hadn't done any of that.
He had failed them. He was trash.
The guilt crushed him, leaving devastation in its wake. And devastation always led to fury.
And fury needed an outlet.
Sebastian reached out and tugged at Acier's sleeve.
She turned to him, her eyes meeting his. He pointed at the man. The movement alone made the man tense.
"Acier…" Sebastian spoke her name, his usual careful detachment gone.
"Yeah, Sebby?" she answered softly.
"I want him to die," he said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
The man froze, his grimoire snapping open in front of him. He stepped protectively in front of his family, his body coiled as if debating whether to strike first.
Acier, however, didn't even glance at the man. Her gaze remained locked on Sebastian, searching his expression.
Time stretched taut. None of them noticed the murmurs of the crowd gathering behind them—the patients who had followed Sebastian and Acier from the marketplace. All that existed was this moment.
Finally, Acier inclined her head, her voice steady. "Okay—"
"We'll take it from here!"
Sebastian and Acier whipped their heads toward the interruption. A pair of Silver Eagles pushed their way through the crowd, their gleaming uniforms parting the sea of onlookers.
The magic knights knew exactly who Sebastian and Acier were and what they might be planning. Stepping in before anything irreversible could happen, they showed no outward sign of familiarity, though their stiff movements betrayed the effort it took to suppress a bow toward Acier.
The taller of the two knights pointed at the man, his tone icy. "You there! Get on the ground, surrender now, and await a fair trial—or die where you stand!"
The man didn't hesitate. He immediately dropped to his knees.
The second Silver Eagle waved his hand, a ring of frost snapping around the man's body. The ice bound his limbs and cut off his mana circulation.
"P-please don't take my Daddy away—" the little girl whimpered, clutching her mother's leg.
The knights silenced her with a cold glare. The girl shrank back, hiding behind her mother.
Before the knights could haul the man away, Sebastian moved.
All eyes turned to him as he walked forward, but he didn't stop to speak. He strode past the knights, past the man and his terrified family, and entered the tent.
Moments later, he reappeared, carrying an armful of belongings—this family's belongings. Without a word, he tossed the items at the woman's feet. She flinched but said nothing.
Sebastian didn't spare her a glance. He crouched and began dismantling the tent.
Acier, silent until now, stepped forward and joined him without a word.
Behind them, the man began to panic. "W-wait! I'm sorry! Please! Don't take that away! My f-family has nowhere to go—they need it—"
His pleas were cut short as his mouth froze shut, a wave of ice silencing him.
The Silver Eagles gave no mercy. They dragged him to his feet and began hauling him away, ordering the crowd to disperse as they left.
Sebastian and Acier worked in silence, methodically packing the tent. They didn't acknowledge the woman or her daughters, though the youngest stared at them with tearful, pleading eyes.
No mercy came.
When the tent was finally packed, Sebastian zipped up the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He fixed the woman with a cold, piercing look before speaking.
"You have no right to possess something that doesn't belong to you."
Jack and Jonas had only three possessions in this world: one another, the clothes on their backs, and this tent. Not even death would take that from them.
Sebastian turned and walked away.
Acier lingered for a moment. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a gold coin, and tossed it at the woman's feet.
Sebastian noticed but didn't say a word.
—
3 Hours Later, Kikka Funeral House, Mortuary
Sebastian and Acier stood in the dim basement of the funeral house, their eyes avoiding the cart that carried the brothers' corpses beneath a blanket. They couldn't look. Their focus was on the disheveled, grimy man in front of them, who wore a toothy, thin-lipped grimace.
He picked at his teeth with a splintered toothpick, his tone soft but indifferent.
"We've been collecting dead bodies like trophies this winter. Sorry, but all the graves are full. Best I can do is cremate them—"
Acier stepped forward and wordlessly shoved a gold coin into his filthy hand.
The man blinked, then grinned foolishly as he tapped his forehead with exaggerated delight. "Oh, well, I just remembered! Seems we've got a couple of empty spots left. Neighboring ones, at that—"
"Bury them together."
Sebastian's sharp interruption made the man pause mid-sentence, blinking again as Sebastian continued.
"In one grave. With this."
Sebastian thrust the tent bag into the man's arms.
Jack and Jonas had only three possessions in this world: one another, the clothes on their backs, and this tent. Not even death would take that from them.
The man raised a brow but shrugged. "A rather odd request… but who am I to judge?" He turned on his heel, pushing the cart through the twin doors and disappearing into the shadows beyond.
Silence filled the room, leaving only Sebastian and Acier in that dingy basement.
Then, without warning, Sebastian broke. He wept, his sobs tearing from his chest, raw and unrestrained. He shook, collapsing into himself, crying harder than he had when his home was taken away, harder than when it was destroyed. This was worse. Far worse.
He hadn't cried like this since the day he buried his unborn sister.
Acier knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling frame. They sank to the floor together as Sebastian buried his face in her chest, clutching at her clothes like a lifeline. She rubbed his back gently, her touch soothing even as her own emotions threatened to overwhelm her.
Acier bit her lip, her jaw trembling.
This war.
This senseless, unending war had brought nothing but loss. So much senseless slaughter, so many stolen futures, so much needless suffering. It was unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.
For turning neighbors into enemies.
For stealing Jack and Jonas's future.
For overworking her Sebby.
But above all, for making her Sebby cry like this.
Acier bit her lip harder, a cold light flickering in her purple eyes. I will bring an end to this war, she vowed silently.
Sebby will never cry this hard again.
—
The Next Day
Sebastian cried just as hard.
The skies had cleared. Winter was over.
And that meant Jack and Jonas had been a mere day away from surviving the season.
One day. After months of battling the relentless cold, scraping by, and holding on to hope, all it had taken was one day to steal their futures.
And that made it so much more unbearably tragic.
Was this fate?
Sebastian clenched his fists. Then I hate fate.
Beside him, Acier watched, her resolve hardening.
If fate was cruel enough to allow this, then she would defy it. She would change it.
For Jack and Jonas.
For Sebby.
For everyone.
Acier wanted to fight.
Author's Notes:
[1] Acier's name is French, and French people typically open their gifts on the night before Christmas day, so that's why I went with this.
Although there is an aristocratic Spanish family called House of Silva, I don't think the House Silva here has anything to do with them, so I didn't have them hold the gift opening on January 6 like most Spanish people do.
[2] White roses symbolize more young and pure love compared to red roses that are more about passionate love.
[3] Sebastian didn't give her hyacinths again because she already has some from him, if he continues to give the same flower it might lose its meaning soon to Acier. Causing her to treasure them less.
Just because hyacinths are her favorite flowers doesn't mean she can't love, treasure, or crave other ones.
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