The "Be My Valentione!" Creative Writing Contest (NA) - OFFICIAL ENTRY THREAD

[Rhialda]

To Her Excellency Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn,

I'm not a stalker, I promise. I didn't apply to the Yellow Jackets in hope that I could be the one selected to bring you your morning tea, and I'm not upset they rejected my application. Whoever told you that I sit in the same seat in the Bismarck every day on the off-chance that I can catch a glimpse of you walking to your private barge has an active imagination indeed. I certainly wasn't hoping to make contact with those pale, icy eyes colder than Leviathan's locker that probably conceal a heart warmer than Ifrit's abode. I'll admit I'm impressed that you've managed to bring together so many disparate pirate crews under one banner and wrangle them into behaving themselves, but I honestly don't fantasize about you disciplining me, and definitely not in ways unsuitable for public discussion!

What's that? Lyngsath says I asked what your favorite meal is? Well, there's a perfectly logical explanation for that: I figured that a woman who's so well-traveled, who manages a trade hub as active as Kugane, and who rubs elbows with so many diplomats must have truly fine dining taste. I swear, I didn't order it along with my usual meal and fantasize about dining with you. I was just unusually hungry that day.

No, I don't know who left the bouquet in Bulwark Hall. I'm sure Zanthael was mistaken when he reported a gorgeous dusky Elezen fleeing the scene. But perhaps I can be of assistance in figuring out who it was? Let me know when your schedule permits. I'll be the one wearing the low v-cut red silk dress.

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Character: Rhialda Nemanna | World: Gilgamesh | Desired prize: Bluebird Earrings