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Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]

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Yes... yes... to hell and down with the pope interfiering with the royalty. Be the Henry The 8th of this story... although dont behead your wife, that would be bad.
 
Jack Stargazer said:
Considering one of the most read stories on this site, which is written by a moderator has two 14 year olds going at it like rabbits (off screen of course and never described) which is explicitly acknowledged in and is in face a plot point of the fic, I doubt it would be an issue.

Also, as previously mentioned, if Isabella is 15 in Halk years, she's actually 16.5 in terms of Earth years, which is how we would have to judge age for moral purposes.
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Sigh

I knew it was just a matter of time.
Please leave this to Shade?
 
Isabella might just seduce poor Henry off his feet. Beware Henry your chastity is in danger, fear for your innocence before it is stolen from you!
 
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Jack Stargazer said:
Considering one of the most read stories on this site, which is written by a moderator has two 14 year olds going at it like rabbits (off screen of course and never described) which is explicitly acknowledged in and is in face a plot point of the fic, I doubt it would be an issue.

Also, as previously mentioned, if Isabella is 15 in Halk years, she's actually 16.5 in terms of Earth years, which is how we would have to judge age for moral purposes.
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Please, actually name the story, because I have no idea what you're talking about.
 
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Omake - Isabella's first night
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    • With the pace @shadenight123 is going at, this would have happened... two years before? Three?
    Anyway, without further ado, I present you all the true* story of what happened right after Henry and Isabella got married!
    * for a given value of "truth", that might or might not resemble actual truth​​


    Isabella's first night

    I cannot believe it, today I'm finally getting married with my Henry!
    And all the books with the knights and the ladies says the first night is going to be special and awesome! I wonder what will happen.

    Still, I must not let the excitement get to me, I... I might have made some slight blunders in the past... but I'm a royal princess, this night has to be perfect.

    Let's take stock: in most of the books the knight seem really keen on ripping the bodice and/or the petticoats of the lady, so I prepared two drawers full of them. And I made sure they're flimsy, even if Henry wants to rip all of them he won't get tired.

    Then there's all the candles... I'm not sure why there always are a lot of candles in the stories, but it's presumably to read something... I really hope he will read me his new book. I really loved the story about the blue and the yellow pegasi.


    But that leaves... grrr, I'm the princess, why I cannot get a straight answer out of anyone? The book auntie did not want me to read said Henry is supposed to take my virginity... but I don't know where to find one of those!
    I don't even know what shape one is, so I cannot look around the castle to find mine!

    Maybe I can get a servant to buy a crate of them? No, wait, what if they sell them in bottles, or in jars? I cannot have commoners laugh behind my back because I don't know where to find a virginity.
    Oh Founder, what if Henry does not like me anymore because he could not take mine? Maybe I can order the majordomo to give Henry his? No, no, it has to be mine.

    Now if only I could find where it's supposed to be!

    "Isabella? Why are you rooting through your stuff?"

    "Oh, Charlotte, I did not hear you enter, I'm looking for... uhm..."
    Grrr, I cannot let her know I don't know where my virginity is! ... Ok, calm down self. What would father do? ... Drink wine I guess... What would Henry do?
    Of course! I'll be sweet and charming because I know everything and... and...

    "I'm looking for ... er... remember that book we were reading before your mother took it away? I'm getting married and I should... he should take... you know?"

    "Take what?"

    "The thing, you know?"

    "Oh, oh, of course... the virginity thing. I'll... help you look for it?"

    She seem less poised than usual but that's a stroke of luck. When she finds one to give Henry all my preparations will be complete.

    ...

    Except we have gone through almost all my stuff and did not find a single one! A single one! I'm the princess, I should have a hundred of them! No, a thousand!

    "... hey Charlotte, how come you did not find a single virginity in that drawer? You know what colour it is right?"

    "Whu? I... of course I know! I'm nine already, I know the marriage stuff!"

    Well, she seems... somewhat sure? Maybe?

    "All right, then if you know tell me its shape! I bet you don't know even that!"
    There, that was absolute genius, now I can finally find out and no one will know I had no idea how to find one.

    "Uh..."

    Charlotte fidgets a bit with her hair like usual, then finally speaks up

    "I did not find any in there... but... umh... oh, here, you can have one of mine."

    Then she takes off one of those ribbons with little bells she ties her hair with and offers it to me.

    So that's why I could not find any! I never wore one of those.

    "Oh, well, thanks then. I was sure I had at least a box of them but it seems the servants misplaced it."

    I take the ribbon and put it on his cushion, so he will find it for sure.

    "So, are you excited for your first night? Do you think it will be fantastic like for the lady in that book?"

    "Of course, it's Henry we're talking about. I hope he will read me stories until it's bedtime."

    "Bedtime? But Isabella, remember the tale? The lady and the knight had fun all night long. I ... I think that your first night you're excused from normal bedtime, he's probably going to read you a whole book! Until it's so late even the adults have to go to bed."

    She sounds really excited... and I must admit I am too. Of course, Henry is an adult, so I can stay up until his bedtime. Oh, this is fantastic!

    "Umh... do you think I could stay for a bit too? I loved his stories."

    "But he's my husband. Will be, whatever."

    "Please Isabella, I lent you my ribbon... oh, I know." She takes off the other one and puts it on the pillow near mine "I'll give Henry a virginity too, so we can have a first night all three together. It will be like the sleepovers we did when he visited with Louise, except we won't have to go to sleep at normal bedtime. What do you say?"

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    Dear Louise Francoise Le Blanc De la Valliere. Heir to the La Bois. Sister in law.
    I look forward to meeting you again this summer, this time as sisters.
    My marriage was almost as wonderful as I dreamed it to be. It's a pity we did not get the diamond studded carpet, but Henry said that it's very difficult to walk on diamonds, so I did not have the master of ceremony incarcerated.
    Father was there, and he was very regal during almost all the ceremony.
    The first night was really fantastic. I thought Henry was going to rip my bodice, or at least my petticoats, but apparently he found them too nice and he just took them away.
    To be completely honest it was quite tiring, but it was the best night of my life. Henry was simply tireless, he stopped only when both me and Charlotte were completely exhausted.
    Do you remember my cousin Charlotte? She snuck into our bedroom that night. That is, mine and Henry's. He has a separate bedroom too of course, but we are married so we have one together.
    Henry was a little surprised to find her there too, but he put both of us in bed, and entertained us all night.
    And finally I can proudly say I have done my marital duty and I'm now a woman. Henry graciously took my virginity when I offered it. And Charlotte's too. But he got mine first, and he clearly was more happy than with Charlotte's!

    Yours
    Isabella Gaul, princess of Gallia.


    I'm really happy Henry is having fun with Isabella and Charlotte... I miss him already. Maybe he told them the story of the purple unicorn that grows wings, he did not finish to write it before he started the trip to Gallia.

    Umh... I wonder what a virginity is. I'll go ask father. I'm sure he would love to read Henry's letter too.
     
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    • MinorGryph said:
    I see Henry's consequence-nullification aura is still in functional order.
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    Seriously, what consequence is he avoiding now? All he did this chapter was catch up with an old friend, pretend not to be bored during a talk with the Cardinal, and then have a decently serious but also sweet talk with Isabella. How is he supposed to suffer for that?

    You've had some valid points in the past, but now it feels like you only show up to complain about this story.
     
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    Okay, I don't get it. What? Just...what?

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    Isabella grinned back. "That was a stammer I heard in your voice, my dear Henry," she giggled. "I find it unfair how you always praise me, but you never receive any praise in return," she gingerly clasped her hands against mine, and smiled brightly. "So...my dear Henry, know that I love you, your kindness, and your belief in the good within other people." She drew close and pecked my cheek, before brightly letting go of one of my hand since this motion of the dance required a light spin, I made her spin gently.

    Gosh darn it if it was cheesy as hell. I needed to run damage control, because I was pretty sure I was turning quite crimson by the second -and it wasn't the wine.
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    GO GO ISABELLA!!
     
    Jack Stargazer said:
    Considering one of the most read stories on this site, which is written by a moderator has two 14 year olds going at it like rabbits (off screen of course and never described) which is explicitly acknowledged in and is in fact a plot point of the fic, I doubt it would be an issue.

    Also, as previously mentioned, if Isabella is 15 in Halk years, she's actually 16.5 in terms of Earth years, which is how we would have to judge age for moral purposes.
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    Actually, I bumped them a year, to make it less awkward. Asuka just had her 15th birthday party. But thanks. And WTF? How did I become 'one of the most read stories on this site'? Pardon me, I'm going to go flail and panic now.

    Shade, please update Ignis? ~kitty eyes~
     
    Chapter Ninety-Nine
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    • Chapter Ninety-Nine

    In the end, the celebrations finished and we returned home. Well, Isabella went to Grand Troyes, while I went to my villa in the Duchy of Brittany. After two weeks of absence, I was dreading the state of chaos I would find there. I was not disappointed, however, when I found out that nothing had happened.

    Nothing at all.

    I looked at the books, stared at the letters, controlled the registers...and everything was in order. Everything was fine. There wasn't a speck of a problem-not even an ounce.

    Thus, I looked out of the window at Raven, who was in turn nestling upon a large Zelkova tree I had planted in the garden. More than one of my gardeners had most politely pointed out how it would be folly, how it would ruin the harmonious convergence of colors of the flower beds, how it would destroy any sense of geometrically beautiful composition-and I hadn't cared.

    If Raven wanted to build himself a proper nest, then he'd need a proper tree. Since the Winged People had transferred over into a patch of land they wouldn't be harmed or thrown out of, the Black Forest had practically become a full-blown lumber industry, with the wood cut being used in the building of a fleet that was supposed to rival Albion's own. That was Joseph's plan to avoid a war with Albion should the rebels win -one he needed to get in the game to start right in that moment.

    I, on the other hand, had more pressing concerns.

    The Petite Armé's first wetting of their blades happened quickly, brutally, and without much to write home about. A noble had put up a request for help in defending a village from a goblin war-band, and I had accepted -if only to gaze with my own eyes at a village made of stone puppets. It was, honestly, freaky. How much can a man ignore the truth laid bare in front of his eyes, if only to keep himself from the brink of despair?

    "This was the last one, sir!" Agnes barked to her superior officer, who in turn nodded and turned to look at me. I gave a nod. The goblins had been led by a shaman, who had expected to find the village uninhabited, or poorly guarded. He hadn't really understood what was going on when from within the houses muskets had emerged to shoot his goblins dead, and he himself had offered no more than a gurgled word when a bullet had tore through his head.

    What? He had thought to attack at night, and hadn't smelled anything wrong. He really should have paid attention to wind magic being used to mask scents, or to the use of Firework magic the moment they began their attack as a way of letting my men see. If you wanted a Flare, for example, a luminous one to light the night...then Firework magic did the trick. You just needed to make it a very ugly firework that shone brightly and did little else.

    Also, I had some pretty good snipers. I was proud of having pretty good snipers.

    You can even be Karin the Heavy Wind, but if you can't see the bullet coming for your head then your brains are going to go kablow. Well, mostly. I had snipers, but I didn't have sniper rifles. So it was mostly half a dozen of bullets that made the shaman bleed like a bag of blood on the ground, which he was.

    "Job well done men!" I barked. "Get those corpses somewhere safe to burn them, and then get back aboard the Night Wind-we have to celebrate!"

    There were cheers, and that was it, really.

    Anything more required a knight, and for some really ugly missions, we weren't even called to begin with. You see, when they tell you that in case of plague you must burn a village to the ground, you can perhaps accept it as a form of it's the plague, you burn it or it spreads and kills thousands. But that same mentality was used in case of Vampires too. Oh, there's a vampire in your village? We could let the Vampire turn one of you into a Ghoul and then have him murder-spree everyone else, or we could burn you all to nice cookie crisps and hope we got the vampire among you.

    If not? Rinse and repeat. Killing a Vampire was worth burning down to the ground whole villages and placing orders to burn anyone -be they young maidens, old crones, young boys- that came into sight. This, if it didn't kill the vampire, it at least either starved him down or forced him to lay low and stop killing his victims. This sort of ruthlessness was terrifying, but it was nothing compared to when a sighting of an elf made it all the way to a Lord.

    Scouring the countryside dealing with Goblins though, This was how I spent my time barring the training with Bleu, spending time with the wife, and trying my hardest to keep up with the correspondence that was simply piling up no matter what I did.

    Then, finally, something truly important happened.

    "Henry, I need help," Joseph spoke plainly as he held a bottle of wine in his hand already half empty. "I need your help in particular."

    I blinked, and then inclined my head to the side. "Of course?"

    "I want to summon a familiar," he said. "I've been thinking-and I want to summon a familiar. It's not fair. Everyone has a familiar, why not me? I'm the King!"

    "Ah...the circle?" I said, cutting to the heart of the matter. The summoning circle-well, putting that down required a spell by itself, so it was obvious he'd need someone to chat the spell for him.

    The servants had already left us both alone, and as I moved the table to the side after putting the wine somewhere safe, I lifted my wand. "Here goes," I remarked, chanting the spell meant to craft the circle on the floor itself, and as tiny wisps of fire left the tip of my wand, they began to dance and circle across the floor forming the set of runes and symbols needed for such an endeavor.

    "I knew I could count on you, Henry," Joseph said with a smile as he stood firmly on one side of it, lifting his wand. "So, is there a chant you think would peculiarly suit me?"

    "Just go with what your heart tells you," I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. "If that fails, with what you think sounds cool, I guess."

    "What I think sounds cool?" Joseph lifted an eyebrow, settled his crown on his head a bit more firmly, and then nodded to himself like a boy about to break a glass with a stone. "Then so be it!" he lifted his wand and began to chant, "Oh pentagon of the five elements, though there's an useless one among you, it's fine, because I'm useless too! So send him to me! Send me a familiar for this useless self, so that I can at least be of some use!"

    I expected the explosion and braced myself for it.

    I expected the explosion, and still failed to properly withstand it. My back didn't hit the doors as much as crack them, even as my ringing head was accompanied by what I could only describe as the warm sensation of blood dripping down my half-cracked skull -not really cracked, but man was it bleeding as if it were split in half!

    Yet there, in the middle of the room, stood a scantily dressed girl.

    There was just a tiny problem with it.

    The woman in question wasn't Myoz.

    "Uh?" Joseph said. He blinked. The young girl blinked too.

    I stared.

    "Well," I said offhandedly, or most appropriately slurred as I managed to get back on my feet, head dripping with blood and all that. "Congratulations, your royal highness," I said with sarcasm dripping from my mouth, which Joseph understood at a glance was due to my poor conditions, he didn't apologize, but he did hand me the closest bottle of wine, which I gracefully took and drank from. "You...summoned a pretty young girl."

    "Is that even possible?" Joseph asked, much to the girl's terrified expression. She hadn't moved an inch from within the circle, looking right and left. We must have made quite an impression. Imagine being a young girl, and suddenly you find yourself in front of a blue-haired man that is richly dressed and someone who's bleeding from his head.

    "If it isn't, she's the most solid hallucination I've ever seen," I remarked. "Finish the ritual though-she might be a Vampire-that is possible too, isn't it? Magical creatures."

    "Oh! Well then! Pentagon of the five elements, this familiar-bind it to me!" and hastily, he stepped right within the circle and kissed the young girl on her lips. The moment the kiss was done with, I simply waited patiently.

    "U-Urgh! Hey!" the young girl actually had the galls to slap Joseph away, "Don't kiss me you old man!" she exclaimed, her face crimson. "It was my first kiss!" she spluttered and washed her tongue with the back of her hand.

    I stared. I was trying to wrack my brain about her identity, but...I was drawing a blank on her.

    A few seconds later, and symbols began to burn on her forehead. I had to admit, the stalwart expression on the girl's face didn't abate, even as she clutched her burning forehead. "This hurts!" she whined as her legs suddenly gave way. I was surprised when it was Joseph that moved to hold her up, rather than myself. Uh, perhaps when they said that a familiar was a mage's extension, they meant more than just trifling things.

    The runes on her forehead began to shine, and as they did, Joseph's eyes were transfixed on them, like a child watching television. "These runes..."

    "Myozunitonirun," I said, "The Mind of God." I then swiftly knelt down, my eyes on the pavement, "Your Holiness."

    "Uh? Oi, Henry-this Holiness now came from where?" Joseph asked, even as I kept my face down.

    "The Mind of God, one of the familiars of the Holy Brimir-clearly, your Holiness is a fabled user of Void-"

    "What? This is a prank, is it not? A joke? I made smoke and you threw a commoner in the circle while I wasn't looking?!" Joseph asked, his voice rising even as he realized that it was no joke, and that there were no conspirators in the prank itself.

    "The runes speak for themselves, your holiness," I said as seriously as I could, "as an user of the Void-is your Holiness not the most appropriate title?"

    "Henry," Joseph said most seriously, "This or that doesn't matter. If you don't stop calling me your Holiness, I will take your marshal baton and find it a new resting place up your ass."

    I blinked, and then snorted, and finally chuckled as I shook my head. "F-Fine, Joseph," I chuckled, "If-If that's how you want it to be then fine, but I am serious," I continued firmly, my eyes glancing at the sleeping girl, "those runes-they do mean Mind of God...and if so...then that does make you a Void user."

    Joseph turned his gaze to the girl in his arms, and then he smiled. "She looks Isabella's age," he replied. "Not much of a Mind of God I suppose," he acquiesced. "Perhaps more of an Afterthought of God? A Joke of God?" he hummed, and then looked at me once more. "Will you be finishing that bottle, Henry?"

    I uncorked it, and then handed it over as I went to grab another. Uncorking it too, I neared it to his, and as we clinked bottles, we then raised them both up in the air.

    "To miracles!" Joseph intoned.

    "To miracles!" I replied.

    And then we drank.

    I didn't even care that by the time I stepped out of there, Isabella outright fainted at seeing me covered in blood from head to toe.

    Most of it was wine though. Like, I was pretty sure most of it was wine.

    I think.

    Oh hell shit goodbye canon rails.
     
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    • Ah, L'Amour~~~

    Edit: Yeah, that's happen to canon when you throw one of us in the rail. A trainwreck of multiversally confusing, exploding or baffling events. Or all three combined.
     
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    To be fair, this Joseph isn't quite as much of a monster thanks to actually having a friend in this timeline, so the Familiar he "Needs" isn't going to be another monster who'll do anything he wants.

    The question then is, what Joseph Needs in this timeline.
     
    I wonder who this young lady Joseph summoned is? Is she from an earth similar to the one the Henry recalls from his past life? This could be interesting.

    Edit* She wasn't given much of description other than that she looks about Isabella's age. Isabella is around 14 by Helk years meaning she is about 16 or so by earth years. Joseph summoned a useless familiar so that he might find a use for himself. . . I have an idea what if he summoned a young Usagi Tsukino that would be hilarious. And this is my new headcanon until proven otherwise. Congratulations Joseph welcome to the sailor senshi.
    He can even have a catchphrase!

    "For wine and women, I am the handsomely crowned soldier Sailor Halkeginia! In the name of Gallia I will punish you!"

    Though this does bring up the disturbing image of Joseph in a sailor fuku. That is a cringe worthy image.
     
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    If Joseph hang out with a girl of is daughter age, it's going to be wierd. He'll have to be carefull that she isn't discovered. Something like he has a really underage lover or has some secret daughter would be bad.

    If he's nice to her, Isabella is going to be so mad.

    Now, is Myoz from their world or not?

    Saito probably got butterflied away.
     
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