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The kitchen in Fortemps Manor was bustling, and the smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, breads, and herbs mixed together, enveloping the cooking staff with reminders of what day it was. The energy was excited, though somewhat frantic, yet the joy in the air was almost as palpable as the delicious scents that wafted around.

“Behind you!” Viola shouted as she slipped past a group of culinarians preparing a dodo over to the oven, a brush and bowl of beaten egg in her hands. She took her uncooked pie and quickly brushed the egg yolk over the top crust before carefully placing it in the oven. “And that’s the last one in the oven for now,” she whispered. She took a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off her brow.

“Everything’s on track,” came the gruff voice of the head culinarian. He was an older elezen, his graying hair tied back under his chef’s hat. “Mistress Viola, if you would like to relax with his lordship in the parlor…”

Viola chuckled. “And miss all the fun in here? This is like being in the Bismarck again!”

Now that the Source was finally safe from potential invasion from the Thirteenth, Viola, the Warrior of Light, had leapt headfirst into her original passion: cooking. When Artoirel had lightly suggested that she could participate in preparing the feast for the Fortemps family’s annual Starlight gathering, she eagerly dove at the chance. She had been in the kitchen since sunrise, far earlier than she ever normally would willingly leave the bed she shared with her miqo’te fiancé.

She reached over to the counter, where her cup of tea from her hurried breakfast sat, still about a third of the way full. As she took a sip, she shuddered when she realized it had grown completely cold.

“There’s fresh tea in the parlor, you know,” the culinarian continued with a wink.

“I should probably say good morning to everyone,” she murmured. I know Edmont wants me to relax, but there are still the side dishes–

“More like good afternoon,” called one of the pastry chefs with a smirk. “It’s a quarter bell past noon!”

“Already?” Viola quickly began untying her apron. “Time flies when you’re in the kitchen, I suppose. Someone should get me when the rolanberry pie is ready!”

“We’ll make sure to send for you.” The head culinarian patted her shoulder. “The extra help here has been a godsend, though, Mistress Viola. Having a Bismarck-trained chef on a big day like this is definitely keeping everyone’s Starlight spirits high!”

“Here, here!” called the rest of the staff.

Viola smiled. The smells, the energy, the heat from the ovens and stovetops all brought her back to a simpler time in her life, before she was called the Warrior of Light, or the Savior of Ishgard, or any of her other titles. However, she was not working in the kitchens of the Bismarck, she was spending Starlight with her adopted family after having stopped yet another potential world-ruining event, and they likely required her attention.

“Have fun, everyone!” she called as she hung up her apron and dashed out of the kitchen. The sudden chill from being away from the ovens made her shiver, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest.

I didn’t realize how hot it was in there, she thought as she decided to grab a sweater from her room. As she headed up the stairs to her guest chambers, she spotted Lord Edmont stepping out of his own with a book in his hands.

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d emerge from the kitchen!” Lord Edmont chuckled as she approached him. “I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing Starlight for you, Viola?”

Viola grinned. “I’m having so much fun, though!”

“I’m glad.” Edmont smiled and held out his arms. “Happy Starlight, Viola.”

“Happy Starlight!” She eagerly embraced him and snuggled into the furs of his coat. There was something wonderful about Edmont’s hugs, a comfort that had always made her feel at home. She barely remembered her birth father from leaving the Wood so long ago, but she often wondered if his embraces had felt the same. “Is everyone else in the parlor?” she asked as she stepped back again.

“I believe so, though Emmanellain seems to have slept in again.” Edmont sighed and glanced off in the direction of his youngest son’s chambers. “Who is this guest he is bringing? Emmanellain was rather vague, only saying that he’s a gentleman he befriended in the Ilsabard Contingent who had never experienced an Ishgardian Starlight before. He said he’s from Limsa Lominsa.”

Viola’s eyes widened. Edmont doesn’t know about…? She pictured the blue-haired pirate and wondered how Emmanellain had chosen the word “gentleman” to describe him. “If it’s who I think it is… He’s a… very good man. He may have a bit of, um, culture shock, though.” She chuckled. “I look forward to seeing him again!”

“Well, we did order a few bottles of Lominsan red,” Edmont remarked with a smile. “Hopefully that will help him feel more at home. But I mustn’t delay you, Viola! Artoirel and your dear G’raha are in the parlor.”

She waved at him and ran to her chambers, unsurprised to see that the bed was made and her green sweater was already sitting out.

Raha must have known I’d be cold, she thought with a gentle smile as she shrugged into the sweater.

Compared to the high energy of the kitchen, the parlor was quiet, though the smell of spiced tea still wafted through the air. Artoirel was deep in discussion with one of the head servants, likely making the final touches to the place settings for the dinner table, as he did not even notice her enter the room. Viola found her beloved on the couch near the fire, book in hand. His red ears twitched at her approach, and he beamed up at her.

“I was surprised not to see you still fast asleep next to me this morning,” G’raha remarked with a smirk. “I see that cooking is the one thing that will get you out of bed before sunrise willingly.”

“My apologies, my dearest, but I had to get started on the pie crusts.” She gently cupped his cheek as she kissed him. “Happy Starlight, Raha.”

“Happy Starlight, Viola.” G’raha leaned against her hand. “I’m so glad to be able to spend this with you, here, where Starlight originated!”

She looked at the book he was reading and recognized depictions of Starlight celebrations past, similar to stained glass windows and pictures she had seen in Saint Endalim’s Scholasticate. “Studying up on your Ishgardian history?”

“Artoirel recommended this book to me.” G’raha showed her the cover. “It’s a rather extensive history of the celebration of Starlight in Ishgard. It’s truly fascinating how such a simple act of kindness has grown into a holiday celebrated throughout Eorzea!”

Artoirel finally joined them, collapsing onto the couch across from G’raha with a heavy sigh. However, he gave Viola a thin smile as he poured himself a cup of tea.

“Happy Starlight, dear sister,” he told her in a tired voice. “How are things in the kitchen?”

“I was about to say far livelier than in here, though you already seem exhausted, Artie.” Viola sat down next to G’raha and felt his tail curl around her waist. “And here you’ve been lecturing me about having to relax!”

“Technically, you are not the host,” Artoirel replied. “But no, the last bit of preparation is underway. We had a miscount on the number of crimson napkins and have switched to the dark green instead, which should still match with the rest of the settings.” He frowned and looked in the direction of the hallway. “Something my brother likely would have an opinion on, but I haven’t seen him yet today.”

Viola’s ears perked up at the sound of heavy, rushing feet. Emmanellain burst into the parlor, his brown hair still sticking up on one side and his coat only halfway buttoned up.

“G-good morning!” he squeaked. He glanced around and ran a hand through his hair. “I-I overslept.”

“Ah, speaking of.” Artoirel narrowed his eyes on his brother. “It is afternoon, Emmanellain. I have a question for you about the place settings.”

“Settings! Oh, how nice.” Emmanellain ran a hand through his hair to try to smooth it out. “Yes, I think they will be fine. I-is there still tea?”

Viola chuckled. “Happy Starlight, Emmie. Yes, there’s still tea, and I think you could use some!”

“T-tea is… excellent! I was wondering…” He looked around the room again, and then he glanced over his shoulder back down the hallway. “M-my guest isn’t here yet, is he?”

“No, at least not that I’ve seen, though I’ve been in the kitchen until recently.” Viola looked at the other two, who shook their heads.

“None of the guests have arrived yet, Emmanellain,” Artoirel explained. “Who is this fellow you are bringing? I can certainly be on the lookout while you finish getting ready–”

“Oh, n-no need!!” Emmanellain exclaimed. He finished buttoning his coat and gulped. “V-Viola, may we speak in private?”

She squeezed G’raha’s shoulder. “I’ll just be a moment, love.”

“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.” G’raha chuckled. “I feel rather strange not helping in the preparations, but Artoirel insisted that I relax.”

Artoirel gave Emmanellain a curious look before resuming his attention toward his tea.

Viola remembered her brief conversation with Edmont in the hallway as she followed Emmanellain down the corridor and raised her eyebrows. “Emmie, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” the elezen replied hastily. “I didn’t… well, see, that is the problem. I didn’t do the one thing I should have done.”

Viola frowned. “Why haven’t you told Artie or your father who Sicard is? Do they at least know you’re bringing a… special someone?”

Emmanellain fidgeted with the collar of his fur coat. “I-I haven’t told either of them yet, only that I had invited a special guest so that he’d be included in the count for food.”

“Emmie…” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Perhaps you should say something to your father at least before Sicard shows up at the doorstep. Edmont might not be expecting a pirate.”

“I had assumed you would say that he’s not expecting a man who happens to also be my lover.” Emmanellain held his breath.

Viola blinked. “Why is that an issue? Aymeric is bringing Estinien.”

“It’s different for them because they’re friends of the family…” Emmanellain gulped. “I-I know Father practically adopted Ser Aymeric that one time, but it’s still… H-how did it go when you introduced G’raha to Father?”

Viola could not help but smile. “Oh, very well. I knew they would get along instantly. G’raha could not contain his excitement in finally meeting the author of one of his favorite books, and Edmont was overjoyed to finally meet my fiancé.”

“Th-that’s different, though.” Emmanellain stared down at his feet. “G’raha isn’t a pirate, and he is very comfortable around people of any social class. Sicard, on the other hand… A-and they don’t know that I’m… interested in men as well as women.”

“So.” Viola put her hands on his shoulders, a slight twitch in her eye. “You need to tell your father who’s coming. Emmie, please, at least do this for Sicard so he isn’t met with shock at his first real Starlight dinner. He’s already going to have trouble with Ishgardian etiquette.”

The elezen stared at her with wide, anxious eyes. “Viola…”

“My lord, someone is here to see you.” The voice of one of the servants interrupted them, and Viola turned to see an elezen with a perplexed expression on his face. “He said his name is Sicard Spense, your guest for the day.”

“Ah!” Emmanellain squeaked. “H-he’s here already! Viola, what do I do?”

Viola frowned, her ears perked toward the door, where she could hear a distant Lominsan accent asking if he was at the right place. “I know. I have the perfect idea. You keep him occupied at the door, and I will take care of the rest!”

Emmanellain’s face exploded in a relieved grin. “Oh, my dearest sister! What would I ever do without you?” He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her in a big hug. “I shall keep him at the door. How long do you need?”

“Only a minute or so.” She hugged him back, hoping to instill some confidence into him. I can’t imagine that Edmont would have an issue with Emmie’s preferences in courting, but I suppose even with all the changes in Ishgard lately, it’s still an intimidating conversation to have. As she let go of him and stepped back, she nodded at him and gestured toward the main door.

If only you could have that ridiculous confidence for this that you had in trying to woo Laniaitte before, she thought as Emmanellain rushed toward the door.

Viola returned to the parlor to find her beloved once again absorbed in his book, though his ears twitched as she walked in. He looked up at her and frowned in concern.

“Everything is fine, Raha, though I could actually use your help with something real quick.” She glanced over at Artoirel, who was setting his tea cup down. “You stay seated and relax, Artie!”

The elezen merely nodded and reluctantly picked up his tea cup again.

She let out a groan as G’raha joined her in the hallway. “Raha, dearest, I have a favor to ask of you. I know it might seem ridiculous, but… Emmie has done something foolish again, and he should at least have one nice Starlight dinner without an embarrassing incident.”

G’raha’s tail flicked. “I’ll do anything for you, Viola, even if it is…” He sighed and shook his head. “What do you need from me?”

“Long story short, Emmie didn’t tell his family that his dinner guest is Sicard. They don’t know that the two of them are, um, involved…” Viola ran a hand through her hair. “He just arrived, and we need to soften the blow that Emmie’s surprise dinner guest is actually his pirate lover. Raha, you are the best at exemplifying everyone’s positive qualities.” She grabbed his shoulders. “I need you to talk up Sicard as part of the introduction. I know we didn’t have the best first impression of him, but he’s come around, and–”

G’raha chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Leave it to me, my love.”

They rushed down the hallway to the main door, where the Lominsan accent had grown stronger.

“Why are you makin’ me stand out here in the swivin’ cold, Emm?” Sicard shouted, his arms huddled around his chest. He wore an oddly fashionable dark coat trimmed with fur.

Emmie must have bought it for him, she thought with a smile. He does have good taste for fashion.

“Y-you have to guess the answer to the question!” Emmanellain replied, his voice high-pitched. “What food did Viola make for the Starlight dinner feast?”

“Emmie, let the poor man in,” Viola muttered behind him, pushing him aside. “Raha is ready to assist.”

“A pleasure to see you again, Sicard,” G’raha exclaimed with a grin.

Emmanellain carefully stepped back and gestured down the hallway. “Ah, well, then… P-please come inside, Sicard.”

“And the answer is rolanberry pie,” Viola added as Sicard stepped inside. “The Bismarck’s recipe, of course.”

Sicard smirked up at her as he brushed the snow out of his hair. “Ah, I don’t even need to spend money to get food from the Bismarck’s finest! I just need to be flirtin’ with the right guy–”

“Ah, it’s my father!” Emmanellain shouted in a strained voice as Edmont’s footsteps echoed down the corridor and paused at the sight. “Look, Father, my guest has arrived!”

Edmont gave a gentle smile. “I was wondering what all the commotion was.” He joined them in the entryway and looked the pirate over. “I don’t believe we have met. I am Edmont de Fortemps, and it is an honor to have you in my home this Starlight.”

Sicard looked up at the tall man and swallowed hard. “Sicard Spense, actin’ captain of the Bloody Executioners in Limsa Lominsa, at your service.” He suddenly grinned and gave an awkward bow, a passing attempt at the kind often exchanged in Ishgard.

G’raha turned to Edmont and smiled. “Lord Edmont, Sicard was crucial in our efforts with the Ilsabard Contingent. One of the finest fighters and cleverest men Limsa has ever produced. In fact, he…”

Viola glanced over at Emmanellain and winked at him as the miqo’te began reciting an elaborate tale about one of their battles in Garlemald. The elezen gave a relieved smile and mouthed a quick thanks to her.

“G’raha is correct, Father! Sicard was v-valiant and brave!” Emmanellain added after G’raha had finished singing the pirate’s praises.

Sicard gulped. “Y-yer all makin’ me out to be on the same level as the Warrior o’ Light. I just did what I had to do.”

“And it was incredible!” Emmanellain exclaimed.

Edmont chuckled. “Well, I certainly look forward to hearing more, though I was on my way to the parlor. I suggest we convene there, as there is a fresh batch of tea and some nice pastries, including the ones you made earlier this morning, Viola.”

“More o’ Viola’s food? Oh, count me in!” Sicard grinned. “The crew back on the ship’ll be jealous when they hear about the feast I’m havin’.”

Viola watched as Emmanellain walked along next to the pirate, chatting excitedly and occasionally awkwardly brushing hands with him.

Oh, Emmie. I hope this all goes well for you, she thought with a sigh. She slipped her hand into G’raha’s.

“We’ll take good care of him,” G’raha whispered to her with a reassuring smile.

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Everything was big. Big hallways, big furniture, big people. Sicard was grateful that at least he was not the smallest person in attendance; Viola’s dear G’raha stood a few inches shorter than he did. However, the bulk of the guests towered over him.

Damned elezen… damned viera…

The height difference made him feel uneasy, even with all of his lover’s reassurances. He would have been entirely out of his element if it were not for Viola’s presence. At least someone else here knew him besides Emmanellain. Sicard learned shortly into the conversation in the parlor that Emmanellain had given his pageboy Honoroit leave to go to Gridania to study the celebration of Starlight there, meaning the only other ones who knew him at the gathering were the godsdamned Warrior of Light and her impressive miqo’te lover.

And that G’raha Tia has been talkin’ me up quite a bit. He glanced over at Emmanellain, who was discussing some gossip from some party or other that had happened in Haillenarte Manor. He vaguely remembered the man telling him a similar story the last time they had woken up together, though now the story seemed to have been embellished for greater dramatic effect.

Why do I get the sense that Emm hasn’t told anyone about our relationship? He stared down at his plate of tarts. And why do I get the sense that Viola and G’raha are in on makin’ sure I make a good impression for good ol’ papa? I don’t need their help. I can be quite charmin’. He scarfed down one of the tarts and quickly became aware of the slower pace at which Lord Artoirel was eating. Perhaps I do need their help… That older brother is ice cold.

Viola was curled up on a sofa next to G’raha Tia, cup of tea in hand. Sicard watched as the miqo’te’s tail wrapped around her waist, and he had to resist the urge to grab Emmanellain’s thigh.

I have to follow Emm’s lead here… I’d rather be out at sea, but he was so damned excited about havin’ me come to his family’s house for this fancy dinner. He realized that with the confusing entry into the manor, he still had not had a chance to steal a kiss from his lover. Is this another Ishgard etiquette thing? No kissin’ in public? Navigator’s tits, no wonder he was so stiff the first time we made–

A servant stepped into the room and cleared his throat. “My apologies for the interruption, but Mistress Viola, your pie is ready.”

The viera’s ears perked up. “Oh, excellent! Thanks for letting me know!” She stood up and planted a quick kiss on G’raha’s forehead. “Excuse me, everyone. I am needed back in the kitchen.”

Sicard’s eyes widened. But she kissed him just now? That’s allowed?

“Don’t stay in there for too long, Viola!” Edmont smiled gently. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, too.”

“Just enough to do the next steps and let it cool.” She waved and slipped out of the parlor.

Sicard decided to make a move and inched closer to Emmanellain as he grabbed another tart off of the coffee table. Their thighs brushed, and he felt Emmanellain stiffen.

Oh come off it, he thought. Why is he suddenly so nervous? Is this just because we’re around papa and–

A realization hit him and he nearly let the tart fall out of his mouth.

“Is anything the matter, Master Sicard?” Edmont asked.

“‘S all good,” he mumbled with a thumbs up as he quickly ate the tart.

Emm really didn’t tell his family about us, did he… He glanced over at Emmanellain and stood up. “Where’s the loo? Emm, you should give me a tour.”

Emmanellain gulped. “It’s down the hall and…” He looked up into Sicard’s eyes and clumsily got to his feet. “I-I suppose it’s better to simply show you. Excuse us, gentlemen.”

They continued down the hallway in silence for a moment, until Emmanellain softly squeaked behind him.

“Emm…” Sicard turned around and folded his arms across his chest. “Why’re you actin’ all weird? Keepin’ me outside, gettin’ all tense when I touch you–”

“I-I’m sorry, Sicard…” Emmanellain’s voice was barely a whisper as he stared down at his feet. “I-I’m nervous… I haven’t had a guest for Starlight before, and other than Viola and G’raha, no one else here knows about… um, you know.”

“You didn’t think to tell the most important person about us?” Sicard hissed. “I’m comin’ over for your big party and no one knows I’m here because I’m your lover?”

“I-I was… nervous,” Emmanellain whimpered. “I-I tried to think of a way to say something, but…”

Sicard sighed and rested his head against Emmanellain’s shoulder. “You are exhaustin’ sometimes… It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“I-If you don’t want to stay, I understand,” Emmanellain whispered. “I should have… explained the situation sooner. I know you’re uncomfortable here, and–”

“No, this is clearly a celebration that’s important to you.” Sicard wrapped his arms around the elezen’s waist. The smell of his fur-lined coat had hints of clove and cinnamon, and he breathed it in deeply. “We need to talk to your father, though. Viola and her miqo’te are all snuggly and it’s drivin’ me mad that I can’t touch you like that.”

Emmanellain gulped. “I had always pictured my first Starlight with a sweetheart to be… oh, Laniaitte would be taking my hand as we’d walk into the dining room and exchange all the usual pleasantries with the other guests.”

“Laniaitte…” Sicard frowned and looked up at him. “The one who likes women?”

“What?” Emmanellain’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

Sicard snorted. “Oh, come on, Emm. You can’t be that dense. I only met her once and I could tell immediately.”

Emmanellain’s face was frozen in shock, and Sicard could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

“You’re ridiculous…” Sicard smiled. “But no, I’m not leavin’. After all, you promised me Viola’s cookin’.” He kissed Emmanellain’s cheek. “And I want to snuggle with you in that fancy bed you keep braggin’ about.”

Emmanellain shook his head and squeezed Sicard close to his chest. “Thank you… and, I’m sorry, again. Let’s… talk to my father.”

Sicard leaned up and kissed him. “Does that help?”

“A bit.” Emmanellain chuckled softly and took a deep breath before letting go of him. He led the way down the hallway and back to the parlor. However, only Artoirel remained, quietly sipping from a tea cup as he wrote something down on the manuscript in his lap.

“Wh-where is Father?” Emmanellain asked as he stepped in. “I had an… erm, I had a question for him.”

Artoirel looked up at him. “He and G’raha went to his office so he could show G’raha some of his original manuscripts from Heavensward. Fury knows how long they’ll be looking them over. Viola’s beloved is so enamored with that memoir.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Can I help you with something in his stead?”

We should tell the brother, too. Sicard placed a hand on Emmanellain’s shoulder, hoping he would catch the hint. “Possibly.”

Emmanellain sucked in his breath. “Ah… Y-yes, perhaps…”

There was an awkward silence as Emmanellain fidgeted with the sleeves of his coat.

Artoirel frowned. “What did you do, Emmanellain?”

“We need to clear somethin’ up,” Sicard explained, looking pointedly at Emmanellain. He wanted so desperately to just blurt out the truth, but he knew that Emmanellain needed to be the one to say it, as agonizing as it was.

“Y-yes, erm…” Emmanellain let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just that… w-well…”

Artoirel watched him for a moment, but then his expression softened. “Oh, little brother. Our guest doesn’t need his own separate room, I take it? Shall I send extra pillows to your room instead?”

Emmanellain gasped. “H-how did you–”

“The only other person you’ve ever been this flustered over was Lady Laniaitte.” Artoirel smirked. “Here I thought you of all people would be bragging about bringing a sweetheart home for Starlight!”

Emmanellain covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I-I wasn’t sure how to…”

“So this is fine, then?” Sicard grabbed Emmanellain’s other hand. “It’s nice to clear the air. I don’t know what the Ishgardian etiquette is for this sort o’ thing.”

“I would keep any… displays of affection… on the chaste side, but yes.” Artoirel looked back at Emmanellain. “How long has this been going on, dear brother?”

However, Emmanellain merely whimpered and ran over to his brother, throwing his arms around him as he sobbed softly. Artoirel stiffened for a moment. Then his shoulders relaxed as he gently patted his brother’s shoulder.

“To answer your question, a few months,” Sicard replied with a smirk. He felt the tension in the room finally ease away, and for the first time since he had arrived in Fortemps Manor, he felt like he could relax a bit. “But we met in the Ilsabard Contingent when we went off to Garlemald. Both mutual friends of Viola, as it turns out.”

“She does have that ability to bring people together, doesn’t she?” Artoirel let go of Emmanellain and brushed his coat. “May I call you Sicard, then?”

Sicard wrinkled his nose. “Aye? As opposed to… ah, without a title, you mean.”

Artoirel nodded. “You are an honored guest, Sicard. Please let me know if there is anything you need during your stay here.”

Emmanellain sniffed. “Th-thank you, brother.”

He looked up at the younger elezen and frowned. “Does Father know?”

Emmanellain gulped.

“He should know about this.” Artoirel narrowed his eyes. “You know that, Emmanellain.”

“I agree, so let’s go find the old man and–”

Sicard’s voice trailed off as he saw Emmanellain’s eyes grow wide in fear. He had seen that look before, once, when they were in Garlemald. However, he had also seen the elezen then steel himself and follow his men into battle, even if his battle cry was more of a scream.

He has it in him… He just has to find it deep down inside. Sicard let out a heavy sigh and squeezed Emmanellain’s arm.

The door burst open, and Viola came rushing back in, a large grin on her face and a fresh cup of tea in her hands.

“The pie is finally cooling, and I helped with the sauteed spinach! It smells so good in there right now!” She looked around the room, and her expression softened as she seemed to notice the fear in Emmanellain’s eyes.

“I-I told Artoirel!” Emmanellain squeaked, a strained smile on his face.

Viola’s eyes widened, and she looked over at the other elezen.

Artoirel nodded. “So you know about this, as well. It would seem that Father is the only one unaware of the situation, and Sicard and I are in agreement that he should know about it, for everyone’s sake.”

“R-right, I know I should…” Emmanellain let out a shaky breath and ran his hands through his hair. “B-but, what if he’s upset about it? What if that ruins the whole Starlight atmosphere?”

“But on the other hand, what if he’s happy about it?” Viola set her tea cup down and placed her hands on his shoulders. “No matter what, the rest of your family is supportive of you. Right?” She looked over at Artoirel, who nodded.

“Emmanellain, there are many things you do that I find quite foolish…” Artoirel smiled a thin smile. “Believe me, then, when I say that who you love is not one of them.”

As Sicard watched the siblings interact, he remembered several months ago, when Viola was recovering from her trials in stopping the Final Days, and how Emmanellain had fretted so much about her. However, whenever he would talk about his brother or father, there seemed to be a slight intimidation in the elezen’s voice. He could see why Viola was the first one to know about their relationship now, but it was good to see that Artoirel had a heart underneath the icy exterior after all.

The old man seemed nice enough, though. Tall, so damned tall, but he at least let me come inside right away without too strange of a look. He looked at his lover, who was still quivering. I suppose the other two are more straight-laced than Emm is. They don’t have his foppish attitude. Maybe bringin’ a pirate home for the holiday is a bad thing, after all. He frowned. Well, if that’s the case, we can just run away and live on the high seas!

Emmanellain finally looked back at him and jumped when he noticed the pirate’s sour expression. “S-Sicard? Did I do something?”

Oh, this poor thing. Why did I have to fall for him so hard? He slipped his hand into Emmanellain’s and squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s not you. Come on, Emm, let’s go talk to your pa. I’ll come with you, if it helps.”

“What would help is a stiff glass of wine,” Emmanellain mumbled.

“No. No wine for this,” Artoirel replied in a stern voice. “I’ve seen how you get when you drink wine and you’re already nervous about something. This is an important conversation, after all.”

Viola picked up her tea cup and shoved it in Emmanellain’s face. “How about this, then?”

“Is it wine?” Emmanellain scrunched up his nose.

Viola shook her head. “No, but it will still help you relax. At least take a big sniff of it.”

The elezen did as he was told, and Sicard felt some of the tension release in the hand he was holding.

“What is that?” the pirate asked, leaning in closer and wishing he was a bit taller to reach the cup.

“Earl grey,” she replied with a chuckle. “Nothing fancy, but sometimes I like to add a little lavender. Lavender has relaxing qualities to it.”

Emmanellain took a deep breath. “All right, I can do this. I have to do this, before the other guests arrive.” He looked down at Sicard with pleading eyes. “Y-you’re still coming with me, yes?”

“Of course, Emm.” Sicard grinned. “To the study, then?”

Viola gave him a reassuring hug. “I’ll be waiting here for you, okay? I can have more tea waiting, too.”

“Th-that would be nice.” Emmanellain gulped and tugged on Sicard’s hand. “L-let us go.”

Sicard realized that he still had not had a real tour of the manor as Emmanellain led him down a large corridor. There were so many rooms, and so many portraits lining the walls. He began to wonder which door belonged to Emmanellain, and then he saw the staircase at the end of the hallway leading up.

This is a lot o’ rooms for a family o’ four, he thought with a gulp.

“Oh, Fury, Sicard, I’m terrified,” Emmanellain whispered after a few moments of silence. “I know I need to do this for your sake, but–”

“For my sake?” Sicard stopped and frowned. “Emm, don’t do this for me. Do this for you.”

“B-but what if Father is mad at you?” His eyes began to well up with tears. “What if he makes you leave? This is your first Starlight, and I want it to be special!”

Sicard snorted. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s made me leave an establishment. I can handle myself, Emm. This whole day is important for you, though. It’s your family’s party, your family learning more about you.” He wrapped his arms around the elezen’s waist. “I want you to do this for yourself, Emm. No matter what happens, I’ll be proud o’ you, okay?”

“Proud of… me?” Emmanellain sniffled and wiped a tear from his eye. “Th-thank you, Sicard.”

The sound of a door latch opening echoed through the hallway, and Emmanellain quickly stepped back as a door down the corridor swung open. G’raha stepped out, hugging a small stack of books against his chest.

“Oh, Lord Edmont, I cannot thank you enough!” the miqo’te exclaimed. “I promise to read through them all before we leave.”

“Feel free to borrow them for longer, if need be!” came the voice of the Fortemps patriarch. “No need to rush for my sake, my friend. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did!”

G’raha turned and waved at the two of them as he rushed down the corridor. Emmanellain gave a friendly greeting, and Sicard was impressed at how well he seemed to be hiding his nerves. However, once Edmont appeared from behind the door, he could feel Emmanellain’s anxiety once more.

If papa gets along with one kid’s partner, maybe he can get along with another one’s partner, even if I’m not as big into the books as G’raha is.

“F-Father!” Emmanellain exclaimed. “I-if you don’t mind. J-just a moment. I-I was hoping to speak with you… A-and Sicard, too.”

Edmont frowned. “Is something the matter?”

“Nothing!” Sicard replied, hoping to assist as best as he could. “Just a quick question, if you wouldn’t mind us going back into that study there.”

Edmont nodded. “Right this way, then.” He gestured into the warm, dark room that lay behind. As they stepped inside, even Sicard could now feel a surge of nerves.

I believe in you, Emm.

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Emmanellain had dreaded having this conversation from the first moment he looked at a man and liked what he saw. He knew that Haurchefant also had a preference for people of a variety of genders, but Haurchefant was different. He was a bastard son, so he had more free reign on what he did in his personal life. Emmanellain, on the other hand, was trueborn, presented to society. He had a reputation of being the life of the party, even if he was often chastised for his tendency to spread gossip. Being so well-known was a double-edged sword, as any time he did anything scandalous, word spread quickly and got back to his brother and father. He knew he was on thin ice for previous moments of sullying the Fortemps reputation, yet he often found the urge to follow his own whims to be far too enticing in the moment. He had lost count of how many stern looks he had received from his father and Artoirel in recent years.

Emmanellain had initially resented Artoirel for sending him to the Ilsabard Contingent as a representative of Ishgard. It had felt like a punishment in some way, being forced to go to an even more frozen wasteland than Coerthas. However, Artoirel had been right, as much as he was loath to admit it. He needed to get out of Ishgard more and experience life outside of his fancy balls and occasional duties in Camp Dragonhead. Garlemald had been horrifying for many reasons, but he had also met a Lominsan pirate who occupied his every thought as they battled through the snow. As he kept running into Sicard after the campaign ended, he realized that he wanted to keep running into the pirate more often. The thrill and terror he felt when they first kissed was exhilarating, but he also had known there would be no turning back once he finally acted upon his attraction to men for the first time.

And here Emmanellain stood in front of his father, his secret lover by his side.

I would rather go back to Garlemald and freeze there, I think.

Edmont cleared his throat. “Well, Emmanellain, what is it you wanted to ask me? Or Master Sicard, is the question yours?”

“It’s Emm’s to say,” Sicard replied.

“Y-yes, it’s something I must say.” Emmanellain took a deep breath as he felt himself growing lightheaded. “I needed to say that… well, I wanted to…”

I have to stop running, he thought as he fought the urge to dash out of the manor and never return. I have to do this eventually. I know Sicard said it’s something I need to do for myself, but it’s not fair to him that I’m… Oh Fury…

He grabbed Sicard’s hand and squeezed it as though his very life depended on it. “I-I invited Sicard here because we’re partners. He’s my partner. R-romantically, a-and business, but mostly romantic… I suppose it’s a 50-50 thing, but… W-we’ve been together for a few months, and… and he’s very sweet, and… I-I wanted to have him with me for Starlight because he’s very important to me, and… and that’s what I needed to say.”

He felt Sicard squeeze his hand back and focused on the touch to keep himself from passing out as his heart pounded in his chest.

Edmont was quiet for a moment, and Emmanellain held his breath for what felt like hours, even though it could not have been more than a few seconds.

He hates me. He has to hate me. I’ve always been a disappointment in this family, and he–

His father stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in for a hug.

When was the last time they had embraced like this? Emmanellain felt himself wracked with sobs as he clutched onto his father’s coat. There had been more of a distance between them in recent years, especially after Haurchefant’s death. He felt his throat burning as he continued to cry loudly, years of tension finally leaving his body.

“It’s all right, my son,” Edmont whispered, gently rubbing his upper back.

“Thank you,” he replied hoarsely. He took a step back and pulled out a handkerchief to dry his wet face.

Edmont smiled softly. “Emmanellain, I know I have not been as… forthright about how much I care about you and Artoirel in recent years. After Haurchefant’s death, I have done much reflecting. No matter what, I love you, Viola, and Artoirel very much.” He chuckled. “Even when you do foolish things in public, Emmanellain, I will still love you.”

Sicard snorted, and then swallowed hard. “I-I apologize. H-he is foolish sometimes. I-I thought that was funny.”

Emmanellain could not help but laugh, and it felt good to be able to laugh finally.

Edmont finally turned to Sicard. “Master Sicard, I am glad you accepted my son’s invitation to attend our Starlight dinner, now knowing the full reason. It is an honor to meet the man who has captured my son’s heart. Our house is yours during your time here in Ishgard.”

“O-oh, well…” Sicard’s face grew red, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a… big house. It’s very nice.”

Emmannellain could now feel the sting of dried tears on his cheeks, and he let out a sigh. “W-well, I believe I need to freshen up a bit before our other guests arrive. Th-that was all I needed, Father.”

Edmont nodded. “I understand. I will go back to the parlor, and I’m sure Viola will have more tea ready when you return. Take all the time you need, my son.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Sicard asked in a low voice as they walked out of the study. “Or do ya need a moment?”

“Y-you can come along, if you’d like.” He smiled. “You can see where I sleep.”

“Oh, well I’d like that.” The pirate smirked. “Lead the way, Emm.”

Emmanellain’s chambers were still a mess from his hurried preparations that morning, clothes strewn about, the bedsheets still tangled, and a variety of colognes sitting out on his vanity table. He gasped as he realized how cluttered it was, and he turned to Sicard with a lump in his throat.

“I-I apologize for the mess,” he whispered. “I overslept this morning, and, um…”

Sicard laughed. “This is honestly what I expected to see, Emm. Don’t worry about me.” He took the elezen’s hands in his own and squeezed hard. “Hey, Emm? That went really well.”

“I-it did, didn’t it?” He let out a shaky exhale. “My mind is still reeling. I fully expected Father to throw me out of the house.”

“I’m so proud o’ you.” The pirate stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips against Emmanellain’s. “So now we can get all snuggly like your sister and her miqo’te, right?”

“I think that would be nice.” He grinned and let out a relieved chuckle. “B-before that, though, can you… hold me for a moment. I-I think I need…”

“You’re still shakin’, Emm.” Sicard wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in for a strong embrace. Emmanellain eagerly reciprocated, groaning softly as he rested his head on Sicard’s shoulder.

They held each other in silence for a moment, Emmanellain relishing the feeling of support from the pirate as he let the last of his pent-up anxiety finally melt away. He realized he had been so preoccupied about how the conversation would go that he had not thought about any other aspects of the impending Starlight celebration. He remembered Viola’s darting around the kitchen, and Artoirel’s mentions of the place settings. He glanced over at his flute case in the corner of the room and remembered an earlier conversation about the siblings playing music together after dinner. Now that his fears were over, he could finally feel excitement about what was usually one of his favorite holidays. He felt a giddy smile stretch across his face, and he hugged Sicard even tighter.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Sicard,” he whispered. “I really like you.”

Sicard chuckled and ran a hand along Emmanellain’s back. “I really like you, too. This party is a bit fancy for me, but as long as you’re havin’ fun, and the food is good, then I’m sure I’ll have a good time.” He stepped back and looked into Emmanellain’s eyes. “And I know the food will be good with your sister cookin’ it.”

“I do want to wash my face and freshen up first, but then we can go back to the parlor, if that’s okay with you?”

“That’s where the food is, right?” Sicard grinned. “Then let’s go once you’re ready.”

After washing his face, reapplying cologne, and receiving a few more kisses from Sicard, Emmanellain strode through the corridor toward the parlor, head held high as he interlaced his fingers with the pirate’s.

Viola and G’raha were the first to notice their approach, as two sets of red ears twitched and both of them looked up. Viola noticed their joined hands and beamed.

Artoirel turned and nodded at them. “Welcome back. You’re just in time for a fresh batch of tea. It’s a spiced tea that Viola learned how to make in Thavnair.”

“I know that Aymeric and Estinien will be here at any moment, and I figured Estinien would appreciate it.” Viola chuckled. “It gets so hot in Thavnair, but the chai really hits the spot.”

Emmanellain and Sicard sat down next to each other on the couch, and while Emmanellain was used to keeping a respectable distance in public, he let the pirate snuggle up next to him, their thighs pressed together. “I would certainly like to try this chai, Viola!”

“She makes it quite often,” G’raha remarked as Viola handed steaming, fragrant tea cups to both Emmanellain and Sicard. “It certainly does wonders to warm the whole body.”

Indeed, Emmanellain felt the spice seep into his very bones as he took his first sip. It helped him relax more, and he let himself put an arm around Sicard’s shoulder, earning a soft but approving grunt from the pirate. The idea of finally showing affection in public was still new to him, but he admired the ease that Viola and G’raha seem to have with each other, the way that the miqo’te’s tail wrapped around her waist, and the casual way Viola’s arm slung around his shoulder. The glittering engagement ring on her left hand was testament to how well that ease was working out for them. He could not help but smile every time he saw it, as his sister deserved nothing but the best after everything she had been through.

I wonder if, someday, that will be me and Sicard… He blushed at the thought. For now, though, Sicard seemed to be settling well into the family gathering, talking excitedly about sailing the open seas as Edmont asked about it, leaning in with great interest at G’raha’s stories, and trading inside jokes with Viola about life in the Maelstrom.

A servant came in to announce the arrival of Ser Aymeric de Borel and Estinien Varlineau, and the two men entered the parlor. Estinien, as usual, looked as happy as a wet coeurl, but his frown softened when Viola ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

“Is that chai I smell?” Estinien asked as he sniffed the air.

“Of course it is! I had to bring a little bit of Radz-at-Han back with me.” Viola grinned and handed him some tea.

“Ah, this is the spicy tea that Estinien’s given me a few times, isn’t it?” Aymeric chuckled. “It truly is delightful, though I need a bit of cream in mine.”

“Yes, someone can’t handle the spiciness of Hannish cuisine.” Estinien snorted. “Can you imagine if he tried to eat Zero’s curry?”

Viola laughed loudly. “Oh, Aymeric, if anyone offers you Zero’s curry, you’ll need to politely decline, especially if this chai is too spicy for you.”

The parlor grew even livelier then, with conversations breaking off into smaller groups. Estinien, Viola, and G’raha were deep in conversation about whatever recent mind-blowing adventures they had been on, while Edmont, Aymeric, and Artoirel discussed developments from the Houses.

Emmanellain wanted desperately to be part of both conversations, of course. Sicard was fully invested in the former Scions as Estinien and Viola talked about their recent travels to the Thirteenth, but Isghardian politics were always such a delicious source of gossip. He sipped his tea and tuned in and out of each conversation.

“...considering a proposal to have an additional week of festivities in the Firmament next year leading up to Starlight. Perhaps a parade or something of the sort.”

Emmanellain felt his attention wander over to his brother’s voice, and he accidentally locked eyes with Aymeric. The dark-haired elezen’s blue eyes darted down to where Sicard’s thigh still rested against Emmanellain’s, and a brief, approving smile crossed his face before he turned back to Artoirel.

“Yes, I thought it was certainly a good idea, though we might need to set up a specific schedule to avoid noise complaints in the evenings…”

Emmanellain let out a deep exhale through his nose. He had not been worried about the Lord Speaker disapproving of his choice of partner, though the look had given him a nice surge of confidence.

“What d’you mean you were on the moon in another world?” Sicard asked incredulously. “And it was red?”

Emmannellain snapped his focus over to his lover, chuckling at hyur’s wide eyes as he leaned in fully toward the former Scions.

“Aye, we had to go there to rescue Vrtra’s sister,” Estinien replied. “But we accessed it from our moon.”

“Gods, I keep forgettin’ you’ve all been to the actual moon.” Sicard shook his head. “If I hadn’t seen the Ragnarok fly off with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. What’s it like up there?”

“Quiet,” Viola replied. “Quiet, haunting, beautiful. It’s difficult to describe, and then you turn around and see all of Etheirys - Hydaelyn - in the distance. It’s amazing.” She chuckled and turned to G’raha. “The moon is actually where Raha proposed to me.”

“Indeed.” G’raha’s cheeks flushed. “It felt like an appropriate setting, with the world we saved lying before us.”

Estinien sighed. “That certainly sounds like… both of you.”

Emmanellain’s eyes lit up. “Oh, do tell us more, Viola! I haven’t heard the full proposal story yet!”

Viola’s face grew red. “Oh, w-well, we were on the moon talking to the Watcher about… various things. A-and then as we were getting ready to leave, Raha pulled me aside, and we walked over to the area where you can see Etheirys clearly. Then he proposed to me.” She held out her left hand, the ring sparkling in the light of the fireplace. “It was… very simple and lovely.”

G’raha laughed and rubbed his arms in embarrassment. “I-I wanted to make it special, but also to have some privacy.”

“That is very nice.” Emmanellain smiled.

Viola frowned at him. “No gossip, now, Emmie! Please, I don’t need people going on trips to the moon to try to find the exact spot where it happened and then get attacked by a lunatender.”

“Oh, fine, if I must.” Emmanellain smirked. “Though, if anyone asks me, I shall have to tell them something.” He always enjoyed how much his sister despised the limelight, despite her role as the savior of so many places. She could easily be the belle of any ball if she wanted to, yet she and G’raha preferred their privacy.

“How many extra fireworks or floatin’ petals are you gonna add into the story, Emm?” Sicard asked with a smirk. Then he turned to Viola. “Don’t worry, Viola. I’ll make sure he doesn’t go too overboard.”

Viola let out a sigh. “I’m glad someone else is able to keep an eye on him when I’m not around. You know how much trouble Emmie can get into when left unsupervised.”

Emmanellain gulped as he felt the tips of his ears grow warm. “N-now now! I don’t do anything overly rash! I’m simply the Gentleman of Light spreading cheer throughout Eorzea!” Despite his protests, though, he felt the warmth spread to his chest, and his heart swelled. This was the sort of teasing that made him feel at home, because he knew that deep down, his sister truly cared. He took Sicard’s hand and interlaced their fingers together on the seat of the couch, feeling even more cared for than he ever had before in his life. His family was here, and his beloved was by his side. The room was abuzz in conversation and laughter, filling his family home with more cheer than it had seen in many years. He felt his face spread out into a wide grin at the joy of it all.

“What’re you smilin’ about, Emm?” Sicard whispered as the others were distracted with a new topic of conversation.

“I’m having a really wonderful time,” Emmanellain replied in a low voice.

“Good.” Sicard gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Happy Starlight to you, Emm.”

“Happy Starlight, Sicard.” He leaned against the other man and closed his eyes, absorbing the atmosphere.

Haurchefant, you’d be so happy right now to see this, he thought. Our family is getting there, slowly.

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They all sat around the table, and Viola’s mouth watered as the various fragrances of Starlight Dinner combined before her.

Her side dishes had turned out splendidly, the smells of garlic, butter, and herbs blending in nicely with the more robust scent of the Starlight dodo. The dark green napkins Artoirel had chosen gave a nice compliment to the varieties of vegetables she had prepared, and she found she quite enjoyed the place settings compared to the crimson ones she had grown used to in years past.

It looks like the evergreens of Coerthas, she thought. It feels very soothing.

Sicard sat across from her and stared with wide eyes at the multiple utensils that lay before him.

“Why’re there so many?” he whispered. “Why would you need all these forks?”

“I think Emmie can help you with which ones to use for which type of food,” Viola replied, “but generally, you start from the outside and move in. Don’t worry, I sometimes forget which ones are which, too.”

Emmanellain grinned next to the hyur. “Of course I can help you through this fine tradition of Ishgardian dining, Sicard! It’s very important to use the correct fork for each part of the meal, to fully appreciate the entire experience of such a vast Starlight meal.”

Sicard frowned. “Do the forks really matter?”

“No,” Estinien replied bluntly. “The food will taste the same no matter what.”

G’raha’s tail wagged as he looked at the different utensils. “I made sure to study up on my Ishgardian etiquette before we arrived. Th-this one is for the salad, I believe, since it’s smaller. This one would be for dessert, and this one is for the dodo. I believe this one is for the olives…”

“How d’you just know all that?” Sicard asked with a gulp.

“Before we start…” Edmont, who sat at the head of the table, stood up and raised his glass of wine. “I would like to propose a toast.” He paused and looked around at everyone, smiling softly. “I must say, it fills my heart to see this table so full and lively. It has been many years since we entertained so many guests for Starlight, and all of you are special to House Fortemps in various ways.” His eyes temporarily lingered on Sicard, who sat up straight. “First, a toast to the ones who cannot be here, whose presence is missed more and more each year.”

Viola nodded solemnly and looked up at the shield that hung high above the table, the gaping hole a reminder of what her dear friend Haurchefant had sacrificed so the rest of them could be having this feast.

“Here, here,” Artoirel whispered.

“Next, a toast to our soon-to-be-newest member of the family.” Edmont looked over at G’raha, who rubbed his arms in embarrassment. “I could not be happier that such a fine young man is to be joined with my adopted daughter Viola.”

Viola clasped G’raha’s hand and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I am honored, Lord Edmont, truly.” G’raha beamed. “Thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

Sicard’s jaw dropped. “You two are engaged? Since when did–” His voice trailed off as he grimaced, and Viola guessed that Emmanellain had stepped on his foot or something to get him to stop talking.

Edmont chuckled. “And of course, to our newest guests. Estinien, I am glad we could finally get you to join us for Starlight.”

Estinien coughed in embarrassment and stared down at his lap while Aymeric tittered softly.

“Sicard, it is an honor to have you with us, as well. I hope your first Ishgardian Starlight is one of good company and good cheer!” Edmont smiled at the pirate, who immediately stiffened.

“I-It’s an honor, and such,” he murmured.

“Now, let us toast to this Starlight, that there will be many more to come.” Edmont raised his glass higher. “Cheers!”

Viola clinked her glass with G’raha first before clinking with everyone else she could reach. Then she dove into her plate of food, hoping that her vigor would put Sicard at ease.

The seasonings on the Starlight dodo are perfect, she thought as she took a bite of the meat first. Excellent consistency, not dry at all. The skin has a light crisp. They really outdid themselves this year. She nodded and flashed a thumbs up to the head culinarian, who beamed in response.

“Navigator’s t— I-I mean, oh my goobbues, this is good,” Sicard murmured, catching himself mid-swear.

Emmanellain let out a steady exhale at the near mishap. “I-it sure is!”

“Mmm, I recognize this sauteed spinach,” Estinien remarked. “Viola, how do you make leafy greens taste so good?”

Viola swallowed a particularly large bite of the dodo and grinned. “Butter and garlic, of course!”

The dinner conversation continued to be lively, with various stories interwoven between compliments about the food. At one point, Estinien had Edmont laughing so hard that a tear slipped down the older man’s cheek. Sicard quickly gave up on trying to use the correct fork and stuck with the largest one, using it to shovel food into his mouth. Emmanellain sighed and tried to act offended, but Viola could tell that the elezen was enamored with his partner’s excitement from the brief flashes of a smile that he gave.

Once the meal had finally ended, Viola stood up and clapped her hands. “W-we have a surprise for you, Edmont! Emmie and Artie and I decided that this year, we should have a little impromptu concert in the parlor. I’ve been practicing my piano, and Raha has such a lovely voice.”

G’raha blushed and flicked his tail. “Oh, my dearest, you are too kind.”

“I shall play my flute!” Emmanellain exclaimed.

Artoirel also stood up. “I have a few arrangements I wrote of Starlight carols that would be easy for us to sight-read as a group.”

Edmont gasped. “My, what a treat! Yes, let us return to the parlor post-haste for this delightful presentation!”

Viola set her fingers on the smooth keys of the piano as she sat down on the bench. It had been nearly a year since she had played in front of anyone, but any lingering nerves disappeared as she began playing a few scales as a warm-up. Piano was something that had come very easily to her, and she wondered if Azem had played something similar during the time of the Ancients.

Singing, of course, was her fiancé’s forte, and she smiled as she heard G’raha begin to hum along. Emmanellain put his flute together and blew a few notes to warm up.

Estinien pursed his lips as he leaned forward, Aymeric’s arm around his waist. “Viola, I had no idea you had musical talent.”

“J-just piano,” she replied in embarrassment. “I would play sometimes after working shifts at the Bismarck. Artie got me back into it when we had that little concert to celebrate the completion of the Firmament restoration.”

“It was quite a lovely performance,” Aymeric remarked with a gentle smile. “I was glad I could slip away from the office for even a brief bit to listen to it.”

Artoirel murmured under his breath as he sorted through sheets of music. He finally grabbed a few and placed them on the piano. “Can you sight-read these, Viola?”

She scanned over the notes and nodded. “I think this should be fine.” She looked around at Emmanellain and G’raha. “Are we ready, then?”

Emmanellain grinned and held his flute up to his mouth. “Count us off, dear sister!”

Viola began the accompaniment, nodding to the other two when it was their turn to come in. The arrangement was easy enough without being too simple. Emmanellain confidently came in with the melody, and she could hear him adding some embellishments, clearly showing off for Sicard. She glanced over at the pirate, who wore a soft but amused expression on his face. G’raha then began to sing, quietly at first, but then he settled into it.

Artoirel leaned forward in anticipation as they played through the song, and Viola looked over at him and nodded in encouragement. He smiled in relief in reply and drank a sip of tea.

After they finished playing through the first song, the rest of the group clapped.

“Oh, I’m glad that went well,” G’raha whispered, rubbing his arms. “It’s been some time since I last sang in front of anyone besides Viola.”

“You truly have a remarkable voice!” Aymeric replied. “What a talented group.”

Viola glanced over at Edmont, who was wiping a tear from his eye.

“So for the next one…” Artoirel cleared his throat. “P-perhaps this tune would be a good follow-up…”

The performance lasted for another hour or so, until Viola felt her stomach rumbling once more. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get hungry again after that feast, she thought with a chuckle.

“I think it is time for that pie we’ve heard so much about,” Edmont remarked as he stood up. “Viola, does that sound good to you?”

“Oh, the pie! I’d forgotten!” Sicard grinned. “Rolanberry pie, right?”

A servant brought out the pie, and the sweet but tart smell of rolanberries and cream filled the parlor. Viola did the honors of cutting the pie and smiled to herself at how perfectly flaky the crust was. “This is the Bismarck’s recipe,” she explained as she served the pie onto the dessert plates. “It’s also my favorite pie. I hope you all enjoy it!”

“Gods, this is incredible!” Sicard remarked between bites of pie. “Viola, you’re the best.”

She giggled. “Thanks, Sicard.”

“Imagine eating like this every day we were on the road, and that was what life in the Scions was like,” Estinien chimed in with a smirk.

G’raha chuckled. “I think you skipped over quite a few parts, Estinien, but the food was always superb.” He turned to Viola and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Fantastic cooking, as always, my love.”

The mood in the room began to grow sleepy as everyone finished their dessert and moved on to night time beverages. Emmanellain insisted on mulled wine, but Viola decided to serve herself chamomile tea after a day of heavy food. She smiled as she inhaled the herbal smell, a quiet pat on the shoulder to her soul after a successful Starlight.

“I think I shall have some of that, as well,” Edmont whispered as he held up a teacup. “Your chamomile tea is the perfect way to end an evening, Viola.”

Viola poured the tea into his cup, releasing another wave of floral fragrance. “It certainly is my favorite way to end a night.”

Edmont looked directly into her eyes and smiled a gentle smile. “Viola, thank you for becoming part of our family. It is truly a joy to have you here with us each year.”

Viola’s eyes widened. “O-oh! I-I’m very glad to be here.”

A hint of sadness flashed across his eyes. “I think… Haurchefant would have enjoyed this, don’t you?”

Viola nodded. “He definitely would have had a good time in such a lively gathering.” She pictured Haurchefant sitting next to Artoirel on the couch, laughing and sloshing a mug of mulled wine. You would love Sicard, I think. You’d be so happy for Emmie. You and Raha could talk about the things that excite you and all the adventures you’ve had. You’d be over the moon talking about the upcoming wedding.

“Not a day goes by where I don’t miss him,” she finally whispered to Edmont. “But with all the joy in the room right now, it feels like his spirit is still here.”

Edmont sighed softly. “That it does.”

The fire in the fireplace had diminished into bare embers by the time Edmont excused himself to get to sleep, and Aymeric stood up to leave with Estinien shortly after.

“I’m afraid we must get going,” Aymeric remarked. “Thank you all for a delightful Starlight, as always.”

Estinien grinned. “It certainly was more fun than I thought it would be. See you around, Viola and G’raha.”

Viola gave them both strong hugs. “Happy Starlight, you two! Have a safe walk home.”

Estinien looked over at Sicard and Emmanellain and gave a snort. “Congratulations. I had always wondered if your constant bantering would become something more.”

Emmanellain’s face turned bright red. “Wh-what do you… S-Ser Estinien!”

Aymeric chuckled. “Blunt as always, my dear. It is good to see you happy, Lord Emmanellain. Until next time!”

Emmanellain sighed and leaned back on the couch as the two elezen left the room.

“I always appreciated Estinien’s straightforwardness.” Sicard smirked and elbowed the elezen next to him. “Looks like we make a good pair, eh?”

“I must admit, I am also quite tired,” Artoirel murmured after he finished his mulled wine. “Don’t stay up too late, Emmanellain. We have that visit with the Haillenartes tomorrow.” He nodded at everyone as he stood up from the couch. “Good night, all.”

After he left, Viola turned to Emmanellain as she snuggled next to G’raha. “Well, Emmie, you did it. Your first Starlight home with a sweetheart.”

“It went far better than I ever could have imagined.” Emmanellain wrapped an arm around Sicard’s shoulder. “What do you think, Sicard?”

“Mmm…” The pirate’s eyes were bleary as he leaned in next to the elezen. “I haven’t eaten that well in ages. I think I can put up with Ishgardian stuffiness for this.”

“Y-you did have fun, though?” Emmanellain gulped.

Sicard grinned up at him. “Sure did, especially once you found your courage. Good food, good drinks, and watchin’ you blow in that flute sure woke somethin’ up in me–”

“N-not in front of my sister.” Emmanellain covered the pirate’s mouth as his face grew red.

Viola chuckled. “It seems like it was a good day for everyone, then. I certainly had fun getting to relive my Bismarck days a bit.” She rubbed G’raha’s shoulder. “And you, my dearest?”

“Getting to spend such a delightful holiday with you and the family was everything I could have dreamed of and more,” the miqo’te replied. “I think Lord Edmont was happy to have such a full house this year, too!”

“Father certainly did seem in good spirits!” Emmanellain squeezed Sicard’s shoulder. “And I think he does like you, old boy.”

“That’s good, because your family is intimidatin’,” Sicard replied. “Now, I suggest we all go to bed, because I want to do things to Emm here that I can’t do in polite company.” He smirked and nodded at Viola. “You understand.”

She blushed in embarrassment. “Y-yes, and the chamomile is definitely putting me to sleep. Shall we go to bed, Raha?”

Once they had settled into Viola’s chambers, G’raha snuggled up next to her in the large bed they shared and kissed her. “Happy Starlight, my love.”

“Happy Starlight, Raha.” Viola kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. “What a lovely day, wasn’t it? I’m glad Emmie finally was able to tell the rest of his family about Sicard. In the past, he usually hasn’t had the… best Starlight.” She sighed. “Usually there are mishaps with too much wine or pranks gone wrong. I’m glad he’s starting to settle down a bit, as much as the rascal can.”

“Sicard is good for him.” G’raha leaned his head against her shoulder. “I imagine this house will be bustling just as much, if not moreso, for the next Starlight.”

“I certainly look forward to it.” Viola grinned as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her stomach and heart full of Starlight cheer.