@gousessive
It’s not like he’s never woken up in a strange place before. His clothes are intact, he only stumbles twice when he tries to stand, his vision is only, say, about seventy-two percent blurry and the pounding at his head? Seven, tops.
And this time he’s landed himself in a lavish apartment with nothing broken around him rather than the awning of a flower shop with a plastic dolphin half his size clutched in his arms, so.
Things are looking good.
Until he’s squinting at a trophy, eyes mere slits as he holds the object close to his face, the cool metal touching his nose, slowly reading the name etched into gold.
Then rereads it. Again, then again.
Then sets the first place fencing trophy down onto the mantle with the finality of a judge banging their gavel after declaring a lifetime sentence. With the death penalty. Because Balthier’s fairly certain that’s what he’s facing for breaking into Ashelia (fencing champion, debate team leader, top five percent of their school, princess of everything far as Balthier’s concerned and his number one foe, if only because she actually gets the one up on him in witty replies) Dalmsca’s apartment.
Yeah. That Ashelia Dalmasca.