A Man Of No Consequence (Ardyn x Reader)

Callings

Taking a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice, you smile at the servant.

"It's wonderful, thank you."

"If there's anything else you want, don't hesitate to call, my lady," the young man responds with a little bow. "The Chancellor has instructed to make sure you have everything you might need."

"I'm quite happy with this," you reply, taking a look at the breakfast spread the servant has brought in, big enough for four people. It has everything from pastries to porridge, from scrambled eggs to fruit salad. Over-compensating a little, are we Ardyn?

"I shall leave you to enjoy your morning," the man bows again, about to leave.

"Actually," you twig, "Did the Chancellor leave any word on where to find him? Any message for me?"

The servant looks up at the ceiling, scratching his head. "I don't think so, my lady. But as the Covenant is being forged today and Lady Lunafreya is giving a speech, I would presume he'd be headed there with..." he pauses mid-sentence, looking guilty.

"Who?" you push.

"I'm afraid I mis-spoke, my lady. It's probably classified information..."

"Really?" you cross your arms. "And do you know who I am?"

"W-well," the young man starts, "I am aware your ladyship is of very high importance..."

"Then don't you think I'm allowed that information?"

"I don't think it's down to the servants to disclose it, my lady."

You roll your eyes, picking up a piece of green apple from the tray. "Okay, how much?"

Putting the piece in your mouth, you nod at the young man, expecting him to give a price.

"No, my lady..."

"Do you want to sit down and have breakfast? We could just have a little chat and you could tell me by accident," you try.

"I'm not allowed, my lady."

"But you think the Chancellor will be attending Lady Lunafreya's speech?"

"I-I can't say any more," the servant bows apologetically, backing up to the door.

"Is he headed there with captain Highwind?" you pester him as he reaches his hand behind his back and opens the door.

"I'm sorry my lady. Why don't you go and see the speech? I can't help you any more..." With a few more nervous bows, the young man disappears behind the door, gently closing it behind him.

You turn to the breakfast spread, devouring a few more pieces of fruit as you try to form a strategy. You woke up alone, as usual, and as soon as you'd managed to get out of the shower, the young servant appeared at the door with the ridiculous buffet. No sign of Ardyn.

You look at the large unmade bed. It's obvious you slept there alone. The silk dress is hanging off the edge of the bed. You noticed upon waking that it's hem had been torn so badly, all the way up to the waist, that probably won't be wearing it anymore. You switch on the television and flick through a few channels, stopping as you see the docks of Altissia appear with the live-logo in the upper corner. Picking up a plate from the breakfast spread, you sit down in the forest green armchair. The picture shifts to the Ministerial Palace, with a large crowd gathered outside, the commentator explaining Lady Lunafreya would be appearing soon.

Damn. I have to be there. Dropping the plate back on the table, you jump out of the chair, running to your bag to find some clothes. Lady Lunafreya approaches the podium as you hastily find a pair of clean underwear. The camera zooms in at her face, her expression serious, even sorrowful, a stark contrast to how she was the night you met her in Insomnia.