Riveria regarded Bell with a stern, unyielding expression, her demeanor all business. "There's going to be some changes around here, whether you like it or not."
Bell blinked, a bit taken aback by Riveria's abrupt declaration. "A-Alright, i-i-if you say so."
"Specifically about your appearance, Bell Cranel," she stated flatly, devoid of amusement. "Everybody knows who you are, and that puts you in mortal danger. It's time for a disguise. A thorough one."
"A disguise? What sort of disguise are we talking about here?" Bell asked nervously. He could only imagine the embarrassment and discomfort he'd endure in order to sneak around undercover.
"It's quite simple, actually," Riveria replied curtly, grabbing his wrist with a firmness that brooked no argument. "You're getting cleaned up and altered. Now."
Bell swallowed thickly, his pulse quickening as Riveria dragged him through the doorway into her spacious chamber. His eyes darted about anxiously, taking in the array of alchemy supplies and tomes scattered haphazardly across her desk.
"W-Wait, what exactly are you planning to do to me?"
Riveria wheeled around, fixing him with a penetrating stare that had him backing up several steps. "Stay still," she commanded sharply as Bell tried to wriggle away. "I'll make this as quick and painless as possible."
Bell resigned himself to silence, watching her stern reflection as she worked. She carefully unscrewed the cork on a clay jug, pouring its contents onto a wide-toothed comb. As Riveria approached, the aroma of orange blossoms and honeysuckle assaulted his nostrils.
"Let's begin with your hair, shall we?" Riveria explained, placing her hand atop his head. "Your hair stands out like a sore thumb. Fear not, for I have had plenty of practice with Aiz. Good grief, your hair is matted!"
Bell remained frozen as Riveria began running her fingers through his unruly white locks. She applied a generous amount of the woodsy-scented oil to his scalp, working it into his roots with expert care. It felt good; Bell couldn't deny that, as much as he tried not to enjoy being pampered. The way Riveria massaged his temples and the back of his neck with her skilled fingers was almost too much to handle.
Riveria seemed pleased at his compliance. "Good boy. Now, just relax for me."
Bell blushed in embarrassment at her choice of words, but bit his tongue as Riveria grabbed a fistful of his hair and began tugging, not too hard, but enough to make him yelp.
"I'm sorry! Just trying to get rid of those pesky tangles," Riveria explained apologetically as Bell squirmed in discomfort.
"O-Oh, okay. Sorry I'm not, um, exactly used to this?"
"Stay still. I can't fix this mess if you squirm."
Riveria moved around in front of him, leaning forward to examine his face from a few inches away. Her emerald eyes were so intense, Bell couldn't help but lower his gaze, his cheeks heating up under her scrutiny. He jumped in surprise as her fingers suddenly brushed across his forehead, brushing back the strands of white bangs hanging low over his eyes.
When she finally stepped back, her eyes critically scanning her handiwork, she gave a single, curt nod. "Not bad, if I do say so myself," she acknowledged grudgingly. "But we've got much more work to do."
Riveria sat him down on a small stool by the vanity, draping a damp towel around his neck. Bell felt the flush creeping up his face again as she knelt behind him, gently tilting his chin back so that he was looking into the mirror.
"Look at your reflection, Bell Cranel," Riveria told him sternly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "You clean up rather nicely."
Bell inspected himself in the mirror, struck by the stark transformation.
"I look like... a girl," Bell noted dumbly, his voice thick with embarrassment.
"Exactly," Riveria said with a decisive nod, running a comb through his silky-smooth hair. "Now you don't look like yourself anymore."
Bell couldn't deny that this new hairstyle was much more flattering than his old one.
Riveria circled around Bell, examining him from every angle. Her eyes glinted with satisfaction as she took in his transformed appearance.
"Now for the final touch," she announced, striding over to an ornate wardrobe tucked in the corner. She flung open the doors, revealing an array of elegant gowns and dresses in every color imaginable.
Bell's eyes widened in alarm. "W-Wait, you want me to wear a dress too?"
Riveria ignored his protests, rummaging through the garments until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a flowing, pale blue dress with delicate lace trim and held it up to Bell's frame.
"Perfect," she declared, thrusting the dress into his arms. "Put this on."
Bell hesitated, looking down at the garment clutched in his hands. "Are you sure about this?"
Riveria fixed him with an impatient glare. "This isn't up for debate. It's already decided."
Seeing no way out, Bell reluctantly took the dress and stepped behind a screen to change. He fumbled with the unfamiliar fastenings, his face burning with humiliation as he slipped the soft fabric over his head. The dress fit him surprisingly well, accentuating his curves in all the right places.
He emerged from behind the screen, his cheeks flushed pink, his hands fidgeting nervously. He shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other, avoiding Riveria's gaze.
Riveria observed his appearance with a critical eye, circling him like a vulture sizing up its prey. Her intense stare made him squirm even more as she scrutinized every inch of his body.
"Remarkable," Riveria murmured, circling him once again. "You bear a striking resemblance to Alfia like this."
Bell's head snapped up in shock. "W-Who?"
Riveria froze, realizing her mistake too late. She had inadvertently revealed a closely guarded secret, one that was never meant to be shared with Bell.
"I... I misspoke," she said hastily, trying to backtrack. "Forget I said anything. We should probably also dye your hair, just to be safe."
Riveria strode briskly to a shelf on the far wall, where a series of clay pots were lined up neatly on a shelf. She selected one that contained a viscous, amber-colored liquid and poured it into a small bowl.
Bell watched curiously as Riveria worked, stirring the concoction with a wooden stick. The potion shimmered with a golden glow, as if infused with magic.
"That'll do it," Riveria stated, returning to Bell's side with a fresh cloth in hand. "Close your eyes."
Bell obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as Riveria rubbed the potion into his hair, massaging it into his scalp. It felt cool against his skin, and smelled faintly of mint and cedarwood.
After several minutes of patient application, Riveria stepped back to examine her handiwork, giving an approving nod. "You can open your eyes now, Bell Cranel."
Bell did so, his eyes widening in shock at his own reflection. His white locks were now a striking shade of honey blonde. He could hardly recognize himself, the familiar features of his face barely discernible under the weight of Riveria's cosmetic transformation, complete with prosthetic elf ears.
Bell could only hang his head in shame, his face burning with embarrassment as Riveria continued to fuss over him. She adjusted his tiara, smoothed out the wrinkles in his dress, and even went so far as to dab at his face with a handkerchief when she noticed a smudge of lipstick on his chin.
"Really, Bell," she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "You need to be more careful. A princess should always look her best, you know."
Bell opened his mouth to protest, but Riveria silenced him with a stern look. "Don't argue with me, young lady," she said, wagging her finger in his face. "I know what's best for you, and right now, that means being the perfect little princess. Hehe."
As they passed other members, who looked on with confusion, Riveria did not stop to explain. She led Bell with a purpose, her posture erect and her face set in a mask of determination. This was not a playful transformation but a strategic necessity.
"Remember, you are not to reveal yourself," she instructed firmly, glancing down at him with a critical eye. "The less they know, the better for us all."
Bell nodded meekly, shrinking under Riveria's scrutiny. "Yes, I understand."
"Now, we need to come up with name for your new dainty, feminine form. How about... Cecilia?"
Bell shook his head vigorously. "No! No way!"
Riveria raised a perfectly arched brow, her lips pursed in displeasure. "Fine then, I suppose Beatrice will have to do."
"Uh, on second thoughts, let's just stick with Cecilia," Bell agreed quickly, not wanting to test Riveria's patience. "It sounds... cute."
"I'm glad you approve," Riveria replied dryly. "You know, I haven't had this much fun in a long time. You should also try to enjoy yourself a little."
"Uh, can I have something to eat now? I'm really hungry."
"Of course," Riveria said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you, Bell. Every moment with you has been an absolute joy. Now, let us partake in this meal together. Would you like to share?"
"Yes, please!"
"Wonderful," Riveria said, patting his head affectionately. "Come on, let's go."
The pair decided to have a tea party, complete with dainty sandwiches and delicate china cups. Riveria prepared a pot of her favorite blend, a strong, flavorful black tea from the kingdom of Azielea.
Bell tried to keep his manners intact, but he couldn't help gobbling down the food without abandon.
"Cecilia! A princess must always be graceful and refined," she lectured, her voice taking on a haughty tone. "You'll never catch a prince acting like a commoner, now will you?"
Bell choked down his last bite and mumbled an apology.
"Now, don't feel too embarrassed," Riveria reassured him with a chuckle. "You're still a growing girl, after all."
"Did you ever find your prince, Lady Riveria? I mean, you know, back when you were younger," Bell asked curiously.
Riveria paused, her smile fading. "Romance is something completely alien to me. I have only ever devoted myself to my studies and magic."
"What about Finn? Didn't you two have a thing going on?"
Riveria choked on her tea. "No! Where did you hear that? We've only ever had a strictly professional relationship."
"What about Gareth?"
"Don't be so stupid!"
Bell shrugged. "Have you ever liked anyone, Lady Riveria? Any guys or girls that caught your fancy?"
Riveria's face turned beet red and she averted her gaze. "Well, there's a... certain boy... who is quite special to me..." she admitted quietly.
"Uh, I guess it can't be me, then. That would be absurd!"
Riveria cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to regain her composure. "Anyways, I should probably get you some lessons on proper etiquette and comportment. We can't have you embarrassing yourself out in public!"
"I'm already learning a lot from you, Lady Riveria," Bell said, feeling touched. "You're so wise and elegant."
Riveria laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're a sweet girl, Cecilia. I'm sure any man would be lucky to have you by their side."
Bell felt a strange tingle run up his spine at her words. "Thank you for being so kind to me, Lady Riveria," he said sincerely.
Riveria shook her head, a wry smile playing at her lips. "We've still got a long day ahead of us, I'm afraid. There's still much for you to learn about being a princess."
By the end of the day, Bell was exhausted and thoroughly humiliated. His feet ached from the high heels Riveria had forced him to wear, and his head throbbed from the tight updo she had styled his hair into.
Loki's eyes widened as she caught sight of Bell, in the form of Cecilia. "Oh my god, who's this beautiful little lady? She looks just like an Elvish Princess!"
"Everyone, this is Cecilia, a dear friend of mine," Riveria explained with a proud smile.
"Nice to meet you all," Bell said shyly, curtsying in front of Loki and the rest of the group.
"She's so cute and demure," Loki gushed, taking Bell's hand and spinning him around in a circle."
"Me? I'm not cute."
Loki chuckled, reaching out to stroke Bell's cheek affectionately. "Don't sell yourself short, sweetheart," she purred. "You look absolutely ravishing." Bell blushed even harder at Loki's leering stare, squirming away from her touch. "You know," she murmured, her voice low and seductive, "I've always had a thing for cute little princesses. And you, my dear, are the cutest of them all."
"S-Stop it," Bell protested, trying to duck out of Loki's embrace. "You're making me feel weird."
Loki chuckled again, giving Bell's bottom a firm squeeze. "Don't worry, princess," she cooed, pressing her lips against Bell's ear. "I promise to treat you right."
Bell could feel his face burning as Loki continued to fondle him, her hands roaming freely across his body.
"Loki! That's quite enough! Hands off the princess!" Riveria snapped angrily, shoving Loki away. She grabbed Bell by the arm and pulled him away from, her grip firm and unyielding.
Loki looked up innocently, feigning confusion. "What? I was just admiring how sexy and beautiful she is. You can't blame me for that."
"Just behave yourself!" Riveria scolded, putting herself between Bell and Loki. "Cecilia is a fragile young woman. She doesn't need your perverse advances."
Loki pouted but reluctantly backed off. "Fine, fine. I'll keep my hands to myself... for now." She winked at Bell before sauntering away, her hips swaying provocatively.
Bell let out a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding from the close encounter. "Thank you, Lady Riveria," he said gratefully, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Riveria patted his arm reassuringly, a soft smile on her face as she led him away from Loki. "Don't worry, Bell," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. "I'll keep you safe, no matter what it takes. And who knows? Maybe being a princess for a day won't be so bad after all."
Bell felt a warmth spreading through his chest at her words, a sense of security and comfort washing over him. He leaned into Riveria's touch, savoring the feeling of her fingers running through his silky locks.
As they made their way back to Riveria's quarters, Bell couldn't help but notice the curious stares and whispers that followed them. He caught snippets of conversation, hushed murmurs of "Who is that girl?" and "I've never seen her before."
Riveria seemed unfazed by the attention, her head held high as she guided Bell through the crowded halls. She only paused once they were safely inside her room, the door shut firmly behind them.
Bell breathed a sigh of relief as he sank down onto a chair, his feet throbbing from being crammed into those awful heels.
"Are you alright, Cecilia?" Riveria asked in concern, kneeling beside him. "I know that must have been difficult for you."
Bell nodded weakly, leaning into Riveria's embrace as she wrapped her arms around him. "It's alright," he murmured, resting his head against her shoulder. "I'll be okay as long as you're here with me, Lady Riveria."
Riveria smiled softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I'll always be here for you," she whispered, holding him close.
Riveria smiled softly, her fingers lingering on Bell's cheek for a moment before she stood up. "I'll draw you a warm bath and prepare you some chamomile tea," she said gently, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "And please, call me Riveria. We're friends now, aren't we?"
Bell's heart skipped a beat at her words, a giddy excitement bubbling up inside him. "Really? You consider me a friend?"
Riveria laughed, the sound like tinkling bells. "Of course I do, silly boy. Why else would I go through all this trouble for you?"
Bell grinned, feeling a rush of affection for the beautiful elf. "Thank you, Riveria. For everything."
Riveria pulled him into a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around him tightly. Bell melted into the hug, breathing in her sweet, floral scent. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget about the dangers that lurked outside, the looming threat of Medusa and her monsters. In Riveria's arms, he felt safe and cherished, like nothing could ever hurt him again.
"I'll always be here for you, Bell," Riveria murmured, stroking his hair gently. "You can count on me."
"I know," Bell replied quietly, his voice muffled against her chest. "I still don't see why I have to wear a dress," he mumbled, tugging at the frilly skirt with a frown.
Riveria shot him a stern look, her voice brooking no argument. "Because, Bell, a dress is the last thing anyone would expect you to be wearing. And besides, it suits you. Now quit your whining and take a bath. You've earned it."
Bell nodded obediently, still a bit disgruntled but unable to argue with her logic.
Riveria led Bell to the luxurious bathroom within the Twilight Manor, her hand gently guiding him as he stumbled along in his frilly dress and high heels. "Come now, Bell," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "Let's get you cleaned up and looking your best."
Bell could only nod meekly as Riveria began to fill the large, marble tub with warm water and fragrant oils. She hummed a gentle tune as she worked, her hands moving with practiced ease as she selected the perfect blend of soaps and shampoos for Bell's delicate skin and hair.
"Bath's ready." Riveria announced, testing the water with her fingers before adding a few more drops of lavender oil. "By the way, I'll be washing your back."
"WHAT?! NO WAY!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Cecilia," Riveria reasoned patiently. "Besides, how else are you going to wash all those hard-to-reach places?"
Bell reluctantly relented, grumbling under his breath as Riveria led him towards the bathroom. He tried not to think too much about the fact that she would soon be seeing him naked, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
"You've already seen me in my underwear. That's an affront for a High Elf like me. We're only meant to show skin to our spouses." Riveria pointed out casually as she helped him undress. "You'll have to marry me now."
"Eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhh?"
"Relax Bell, I'm only joking. You'll feel much more comfortable once we get started," Riveria reassured him as she guided him towards the steaming tub. "Now just close your eyes and try to relax."
Bell groaned, his face flaming as she removed his clothes one by one until he was standing there completely nude. Bell let out a soft sigh of contentment as the warmth enveloped him. Riveria also began to strip down to her undergarments, revealing her tall, slender and shapely physique that sent Bell's heart racing. She let her beautiful jade hair down and climbed into the tub behind him and began to run her soapy hands across his shoulders.
"You've had a long day, haven't you?" Riveria murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she worked the soap into Bell's skin. "Being a princess is hard work, but you're doing so well."
Bell felt a lump form in his throat at Riveria's words, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. He had never known the touch of a mother, having lost his own when he was just a baby. But here, in this moment, with Riveria's gentle hands and soothing voice, he felt a warmth and comfort that he had never experienced before.
As Riveria washed his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp with a tenderness that made Bell's heart ache, he found himself leaning into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation. He had never been pampered like this before, never been the center of someone's attention in such a loving and nurturing way.
"That's it," Riveria cooed softly as Bell relaxed in her arms. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
Bell let out a sigh of contentment as he allowed himself to be swept away by the waves of pleasure that were washing over him. It felt so good to be cared for like this, to be loved and cherished by someone who saw him for who he truly was. As Riveria continued to massage his scalp and run her fingers through his hair, Bell found himself drifting off into a peaceful sleep, a small smile on his face.
Riveria chuckled quietly to herself as she watched Bell relax into her touch. He was such an endearing boy, so trusting and open with his emotions. She had never met anyone quite like him before, and she knew that he would do great things one day. But for now, she was content to simply hold him in her arms and give him the love and attention he so desperately needed.
When the bath was finished, Riveria helped Bell out of the tub and wrapped him in a fluffy towel, her hands gentle as she patted him dry. She then sat him down at the vanity and began to comb his hair, her fingers working through the tangles with a patience and care that made Bell's heart swell.
As Riveria applied some of her homemade herbal balm to his skin, Bell found himself studying her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were filled with a tenderness that was unmistakable, her touch lingering on his bare shoulders as she worked. Bell's heart pounded in his chest as he realized that this beautiful elf was pampering him.
"You have the most lovely hair I've ever seen," Riveria said as she continued to brush through his locks. "It's a shame that we have to disguise it, but I can't let anyone see who you are."
"That's okay," Bell murmured.
As Riveria concluded brushing Bell's hair, her touch remained tender and almost worshipful. She exhaled softly, her gaze locking with Bell's in the mirror as she spoke.
"Bell," she murmured, her tone somber and uncertain, "I'm truly sorry. I kept my familia out of the last war game with Freya Familia, and because of that, you suffered. Please forgive me."
Bell blinked in surprise as he heard her voice catch in her throat. He had never expected Riveria, or any other member of Loki Familia, to apologize for their actions.
"There's nothing to forgive, Riveria." Bell said. "You did what you thought was best for Aiz, didn't you?"
Riveria nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I did," she admitted. "But that doesn't make it right. Aiz is the pride of my heart, but she isn't the only one who matters to me. You must think I'm some heartless old woman, don't you?"
Bell shook his head quickly. "Not at all," he said, smiling reassuringly at Riveria's reflection in the mirror. "You're beautiful and wise, Riveria. I'd never think anything bad about you."
Riveria let out a quiet laugh, her eyes shining with emotion as she returned Bell's smile. "You're too kind, Bell Cranel," she murmured. "Would it be wrong of me to say that I think you're the most handsome man, er, boy I've ever laid eyes on?"
Bell flushed at the unexpected compliment, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "T-Thank you," he stammered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"I promise you, from here on out, we'll always be together, come what may." Riveria promised, leaning forward to kiss his forehead tenderly. "I won't leave your side."
"Riveria..." Bell whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned into her touch. He was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by her kindness and affection.
Riveria pulled back slightly, her gaze softening as she looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and adoration. "Ugh! This is so embarrassing. Since when did I get so lovey-dovey? If this got out, my reputation would be in tatters. But you know what? I don't care anymore." She trailed off, her gaze locked with Bell's as her voice took on a husky tone.
"Riveria-sama..."
"Call me Riveria."
Riveria..."
"Say it again..."
Bell smiled up at Riveria, his heart swelling with emotion. "Riveria..."
"Louder!"
"Riveria!"
"LOUDER!"
"RIVERIA!"
The pair both dissolved into laughter as Bell's exuberant shout echoed around the room.
As their laughter died down, Bell's eyes widened as he noticed Riveria's white panties had become see-through after getting wet in the bath. Bell's gaze lingered on them, and Riveria noticed this.
"Bell Cranel, avert your eyes!" Riveria said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up.
Bell nodded quickly, his heart racing. "Y-yes, ma'am," he stammered, still avoiding eye contact.
Riveria let out a sigh, her expression softening. "Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you," she said, her voice gentle but firm.
Bell nodded again, his gaze rising to meet hers. As their eyes locked, Riveria felt a rush of warmth coursing through her body. She found herself mesmerized by the depths of his crimson eyes, the color reminding her of the petals of a rose in bloom.
"Beautiful..." Riveria breathed, reaching out to caress Bell's cheek with the back of her hand.
Bell's breath caught in his throat as Riveria's fingertips brushed against his skin. He was frozen in place, unable to move or speak as Riveria traced the curve of his jawline, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Riveria's gaze drifted down to Bell's lips, her tongue darting out to moisten her own. She leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them as she moved closer until they were only inches apart. His rubellite eyes locked with her emerald eyes.
"May I...?" Riveria breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as her thumb brushed over Bell's lower lip.
Bell swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he nodded. He could feel the heat radiating from Riveria's body as she pressed against him, her breath tickling his ear.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Riveria whispered, her lips ghosting over Bell's. "Are you ready?"
Bell nodded again, unable to find his voice. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he didn't want it to stop either.
His lips locked with hers, their tongues intertwining. He could feel her emotions pouring into him, their Light Bond Shield strengthening. She placed both her hands on his cheeks as their faces became one.
Time seemed to slow down as their lips met, sparks flying between them. Riveria's hands were gentle on Bell's face, her fingers tracing his cheekbones before settling on the nape of his neck.
"In all my ninety-nine years on Earth," she began, "I've never experienced anything like this before. Is this what I've been missing out on, Aina? I feel... more alive than I've ever been before. Is this love?"
Bell nodded weakly as Riveria's thumbs stroked his skin, sending tingles down his spine. He leaned into her touch, reveling in the closeness between them.
Riveria smiled softly at him as she pulled away slightly, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
"I will never forget this moment, Bell. I will cherish it for the rest of my life. Thank you."
Bell returned Riveria's smile, his heart swelling with joy at her words. He knew he would remember this night forever as well, this moment of pure bliss shared between two people who had become inseparable.
Riveria helped Bell into a fresh set of clothes, her hands deftly tying the laces of his corset and smoothing out the wrinkles in his skirt. She then led him over to the vanity once more, where she began to apply a light dusting of makeup to his face.
"Close your eyes," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in close. Bell obeyed, his heart racing as he felt the soft brush of her fingertips against his eyelids.
Riveria worked quickly and efficiently, her hands steady as she applied a subtle shade of eyeshadow and a hint of blush to Bell's cheeks. When she was finished, she stepped back to admire her handiwork, a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Perfect," she breathed, her voice full of awe. "You're a work of art, Bell Cranel."
Bell's cheeks flushed pink at the praise, his heart fluttering in his chest. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful Riveria looked in that moment, her jade hair cascading down her back like liquid gold and her emerald eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Bell Cranel," Riveria addressed him by his full name in a low tone. "Now that I have made my choice, I want you to know that I will never leave you." She placed her hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.
"Now, let's get you something to eat. You must be famished after such a long day."
Bell nodded eagerly, his stomach growling at the mention of food. Riveria chuckled at his enthusiasm, leading him out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the kitchen.
"How do you feel?" Riveria asked quietly as they walked side by side, her hand lingering on his arm for a moment longer than necessary.
Bell smiled shyly at her, his heart still pounding in his chest from their passionate kiss. "I feel... great," he replied honestly. "Happy and content."
Riveria's smile grew wider, her emerald eyes sparkling with joy at Bell's admission.
As they walked together through the halls of the Twilight Manor, Bell couldn't help but notice the glances of admiration and desire from other members of Loki Familia.
"You are radiant," one girl whispered, her cheeks flushing as she caught Bell's eye.
"Such beauty is rare in this world," another murmured, a dreamy smile on her face.
"I didn't know Riveria-sama swung that way!" a third exclaimed excitedly, her voice hushed so as not to be overheard.
"I always thought she was asexual. Good for her! She deserves happiness after all she's done for us," a fourth chimed in, nodding her head in approval.
"I've never seen Riveria-sama so happy! She always seemed so miserable and cranky. I'm glad she found someone special," a fifth chimed in with a giggle.
Bell couldn't help but chuckle at the girls' reactions, his heart swelling with pride as he realized that he was the one who had captured Riveria's affections. He turned to glance at the beautiful elf walking beside him, his heart skipping a beat as their eyes met once more.
He squeezed Riveria's hand, feeling a sense of security and safety as she pulled him close to her side. Lefiya looked on, pouting in absolute envy at the mysterious new Elvish Princess that had captivated Riveria. She was beautiful beyond words and that only made Lefiya more jealous than she ever imagined she could be.
Riveria caught Lefiya's envious expression and gave a wide smirk, stroking Bell's chin with her fingers as she looked over at the young girl with satisfaction. The young girl's envious glare only intensified.
Loki observed Cecilia from afar, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Don't even think about it, Loki!" Riveria glared at her goddess.
"Relax, I'm on my best behavior tonight!" Loki retorted, throwing her hands up in the air defensively. "Can't blame a girl for admiring the view."
Riveria rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she continued to lead Bell towards the kitchen.
As they approached the kitchen, the delicious scent of cooking food filled Bell's nostrils and his stomach growled once more, much louder than before.
"I'm going to get changed now," Riveria said. "This is a very special occasion, after all. I'll be right back. And no funny business, Loki!"
"Uh, yeah. Sure," Loki replied, averting her gaze and pretending to examine her fingernails. "I'll just be over here, minding my own business."
"Gareth, watch her! I won't be long."
The dwarf nodded dutifully as Riveria made her way out of the room, shooting a glare at Loki.
"Now you're the babysitter!" Loki groaned. "Come onnnn!"
Riveria sighed and shook her head once more before exiting the room. Once she was out of sight, Loki immediately turned to Bell with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Oh no you don't! You've been warned! I won't hesitate to kick you in your shins, Loki!" Gareth warned Loki seriously.
"Oi! Your axe is in my way," Loki pointed out sulkily as she tried to sneak up on Bell.
"Deal with it."
"Oh c'mon," Loki whined. "Just one little kiss."
Bell sighed and closed his eyes, prepared for the inevitable barrage of kisses.
But before he knew it, Bell found himself surrounded by members of Loki Familia, each one eager to greet him and express their admiration. He politely introduced himself as Cecilia and answered their questions with a demure smile.
"We were beginning to worry Riveria was asexual," Loki announced to the others in a conspiratorial whisper, "but now that she's taken an interest in you, we can rest assured that our dear friend is not so frigid after all!"
Bell blushed as the others burst into laughter, nodding along with Loki's assessment. He couldn't deny that he was flattered by the attention, but part of him also felt conflicted. He knew that he didn't belong here, that he wasn't truly one of them.
As the group chatted amongst themselves, a familiar voice caught his ear. He turned to see none other than Aiz standing behind him, a curious look on her face as she gazed at him.
"Hello there," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "You must be Cecilia. I'm Aiz Wallenstein."
Bell blushed furiously, his heart hammering in his chest as he struggled to formulate a response. He stammered out a greeting, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to maintain his composure.
"It's nice to meet you," Aiz said with a kind smile. "I hope we can be friends."
"Me too," Bell blurted out before he could stop himself. He mentally kicked himself for sounding so lame but Aiz only chuckled, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
"You remind me of a boy named Bell." she murmured quietly. "Have you ever met him before? He's a member of Hestia Familia..."
"Oh, um, I think I might have," Bell replied, his mind racing as he tried to come up with an excuse for knowing who Bell Cranel was. "We're... uh, friends."
Aiz looked surprised, but pleased at this revelation. "Really? That's wonderful. Maybe we can all hang out together sometime."
"Uh, well... that might be a little difficult...," Bell trailed off, unsure of what to say next.
"Why's that?" Aiz asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Bell's mind raced as he struggled to come up with an answer that wouldn't reveal his true identity. "It's just that... my father is very strict and he doesn't like me hanging out with boys," he explained weakly. "So I'm not sure if he'd allow it..."
Aiz nodded in understanding, her expression sympathetic. "I see. Well, I hope we can still get to know each other better, regardless of what your father says," she said with a smile.
As Riveria returned, a bright smile gracing her beautiful features, the crowd dispersed and Bell found himself standing alone with Aiz and Riveria. The High Elf's figure was draped in an elegant gown that shimmered in the soft candlelight. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her slender waist and the gentle flare of her hips. The dress was a deep, royal blue that brought out the vibrancy of her jade eyes, and the bodice was adorned with intricate silver embroidery that glittered like stars.
She had swept her hair up into a loose updo, allowing tendrils to frame her face and cascade down her back. A delicate silver circlet rested on her brow, adding an air of regality to her already commanding presence. She looked every inch the high elf princess she was, and Bell couldn't help but stare in awe.
"You look...amazing," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with color.
Riveria smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you, Bell. You don't look too bad yourself."
"Riveria," Aiz acknowledged her friend, completely ignoring Bell's existence.
Riveria smiled back at the Sword Princess and embraced her affectionately. "Aiz! How are you feeling?"
Aiz shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm fine," she replied, though Bell could hear the slightest hint of sadness in her voice.
Riveria nodded and placed a reassuring hand on Aiz's shoulder. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Now, how about some dinner? We have quite a feast prepared for this special occasion. I've got plenty of new flavors of potato poppers for you to try."
Aiz's eyes lit up at the mention of potato poppers and she nodded eagerly, following Riveria towards the banquet table. Bell trailed along behind them, his mouth watering at the sight of all the delicious food laid out before him. Riveria then moved to his side, looping her arm through his as they made their way to the banquet table laden with delicious food and drink. Bell could feel the eyes of Loki Familia on them, and he felt a thrill of excitement at being the center of attention.
As Riveria led Bell towards the banquet table, Aiz followed close behind, a faint smile on her lips as she watched the two elves interact with each other.
"So, Cecilia," Riveria murmured as they began to fill their plates with food, "have you ever been in love?"
Bell nearly choked on his drink as he looked up at Riveria in shock. He then babbled incoherently as his nerves got the better of him. Riveria shot him a stern look.
"I-I..." he stammered, his face turning redder by the second. "I don't know..."
Riveria raised an eyebrow at his response, but seemed satisfied with his answer for the time being.
As they sat down at the banquet table, Bell found himself surrounded by the members of Loki Familia. They peppered him with questions about his life, his adventures, and his hopes for the future. He answered as best he could, trying to maintain his persona as Cecilia while still being true to himself.
Aiz sat beside him, her presence a comforting warmth at his side. She listened intently to his stories, her eyes shining with admiration and respect. Every so often, their hands would brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through Bell's body.
As the night wore on, Bell found himself growing more and more comfortable in his new identity. He laughed and joked with the others, feeling a sense of camaraderie that he had never experienced before. For the first time in his life, he felt like he truly belonged.
Riveria watched him from across the table, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She could see the change in him, the way he held himself with more confidence and ease. It warmed her heart to see him so happy, so at peace with himself.
She then stood up. "Dance with me."
"Huh?" Bell blinked in surprise.
"Come on," Riveria coaxed as she held out her hand expectantly. "I want to dance with you."
Bell hesitated for a moment before taking Riveria's hand in his own and allowing her to lead him onto the dance floor. A soft, lilting melody began to play as they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony. As the music swelled, he could feel the warmth of her touch through the fabric of his dress, and it sent a shiver down his spine. The sensation was both thrilling and comforting, a reminder of the deep bond they shared.
They began to move in time with the music, their bodies swaying in perfect synchronization. Riveria's steps were graceful and fluid, her movements imbued with a natural elegance that took Bell's breath away. She moved with the confidence and poise of a true queen, every gesture radiating power and control.
He tried to follow her lead, his feet stumbling slightly as he struggled to keep up with her pace. But Riveria was patient, guiding him with gentle touches and whispered instructions. Her voice was soft and encouraging, urging him on even as he faltered.
As they spun and twirled across the dance floor, Bell could feel the eyes of the other guests upon them. He knew they made a striking pair, with Riveria's regal beauty and his own delicate features. The contrast was breathtaking, a perfect balance of strength and vulnerability.
But in that moment, nothing else mattered. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the music and the rhythm of their bodies. Everything else faded into the background, insignificant in the face of their connection.
Riveria's hand tightened on his waist, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together. He could feel the heat of her breath on his neck, the brush of her lips against his ear as she leaned in to whisper something. The proximity was intoxicating, sending a rush of heat through his body.
"You're doing wonderfully, Cecilia," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Just relax and let the music guide you. Trust in yourself, and in me."
Bell nodded, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at her praise. He closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the sensation of Riveria's body moving against his own. Her touch was electric, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him entirely.
They danced for what felt like hours, the music never seeming to end. Bell lost himself in the moment, his mind and body completely in tune with Riveria's. The rest of the world ceased to exist, narrowing down to the space between them and the rhythm that pulsed through their veins.
As the final notes of the song faded away, Riveria spun him out and then pulled him back in, dipping him low to the ground. Bell's heart raced as he stared up at her, his breath coming in short gasps. The position was intimate, almost scandalously so, and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them. Bell could see the desire in Riveria's gaze, the hunger that lurked just beneath the surface. It was a look that promised pleasure and passion, tempered by a deep and abiding love.
As the banquet drew to a close, Riveria stood up and raised her glass in a toast. "To Cecilia," she said, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "May she find the strength and courage to face whatever challenges lie ahead."
The others echoed her sentiment, their glasses clinking together in a chorus of well-wishes. Bell felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the love and support he felt from those around him.
As the night wound down and the guests began to retire to their rooms, Riveria pulled Bell aside. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
Bell nodded silently, his heart hammering in his chest as she led him through the hallways of the Twilight Manor towards her personal quarters.
Riveria smiled, her eyes soft and warm. "Get some rest," she said, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Tomorrow is a new day, and we have much to do.
Bell nodded, returning Riveria's smile. "I will," he murmured, leaning into her touch. "Thank you."
Riveria smoothed his hair back and gave him a fond pat on the cheek.
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Bell alone with his thoughts.
Medusa's eyes narrowed as she listened to the Gorgon-Spawn's report. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "What do you mean, you've lost all trace of him?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
The Gorgon-Spawn cowered before her, their serpentine bodies writhing in fear. "We searched everywhere, Dark Mother," one of them stammered, its voice trembling. "But it's as if he vanished into thin air. There's no sign of him anywhere."
Medusa stood abruptly, her chair clattering to the floor behind her. She began to pace the room, her movements sharp and agitated. "This is the work of Ljos Alf," she spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "The bond between her and the boy is growing by the day. I can sense it. This is the last time she spoils my plans. If left unchecked, they could destroy us. But not if I destroy them first."
The Gorgon-Spawn quaked before her, their forked tongues flicking out in nervous anticipation. "What should we do, Dark Mother?" one of them asked hesitantly, its voice barely more than a whisper.
"Hear me well," she said, her voice hushed and conspiratorial, drawing the monstrous creatures closer. "We will bait Ljos Alf and her new friend into the heart of my domain. It is a dungeon within a dungeon, a place where certain death will await them. Wouldn't it be so romantic if they died together here?"
"And how shall we bait them?" one of the Gorgon-Spawn asked.
"They're already preparing an expedition to destroy me, yes? All we need to do is wait for them to come to us."
"As you wish, Dark Mother," the Gorgon-Spawn replied.
Medusa's eyes glowed with a sinister light as she laid out her plan, the corners of her mouth curling into a cruel smile.
"And what progress has been made on our underground networks?"
Medusa's forces were busy at work, constructing vast subterranean networks and harbors for her formidable navy, connecting the dungeon with the surface world. Digging machines were relentlessly burrowing tunnels, creating subterranean canals that would lead to the surface ocean. Soon, her armada would be able to breach the surface and unleash chaos upon the land.
"There have been delays, my Queen. Zatrona is undermining the project, impeding its completion." One of the Gorgon-Spawn retorted.
She spun around to face the Gorgon-Spawn, her expression resolute. "Double the guards at the construction sites. I want every inch of those tunnels surveilled around the clock. And dispatch scouts to track down Zatrona. I want to know her every maneuver, her every vulnerability. Bring her to me alive, if possible. She'll make an excellent Archyad, wouldn't you agree?"
The Gorgon-Spawn bowed in obedience, their serpentine tails coiling in unison. "As you command, Dark Mother."
They knew all too well the terrifying force of their Queen's fury, and they pitied anyone foolish enough to stand in her path.
As Medusa turned away from them, her mind was already racing, plotting out the next steps of her grand scheme.