𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || D. Ragnvindr [Diluc x Reader]

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 The Gala [Part 1]

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Diluc approached Y/N with a thoughtful expression, a glint of determination in his eyes. He had been mulling over an idea for days, and now, as they stood in the tranquil grounds of the Dawn Winery, he felt it was finally time to share it with her.

"Y/N," he began, his voice low and measured, "I've been thinking... What if we were to host a gala here at the winery?"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the suggestion, her curiosity piqued. "A gala?" she echoed, a note of intrigue in her voice. "But why?"

Diluc hesitated for a moment, weighing his words carefully. "Well, you see, I believe it's time we brought some positive attention to the winery," he explained, his tone carefully neutral. "It could be a chance to showcase our wines and strengthen our connections with the community."

Y/N nodded in understanding, though she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Diluc's proposal than met the eye. Still, she trusted his judgment and respected his need for discretion.

"I think it's a wonderful idea, Diluc," she said with a warm smile. "I'll help in any way I can."

Diluc returned her smile, grateful for her support. As they walked together through the vineyards, discussing plans for the gala, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at having shared his idea with Y/N. And though he kept his true intentions hidden for now, he knew that with her by his side, anything was possible.

As Diluc delved deeper into the preparations for the gala, his mind buzzed with a myriad of details and considerations. Every aspect of the event had to be meticulously planned, from the selection of wines to the arrangement of seating and entertainment. He spared no expense in ensuring that every guest would be treated to an unforgettable experience, all while keeping a keen eye out for any signs of the Fatui's presence.

In the days leading up to the gala, Diluc found himself consumed by a sense of urgency. Time seemed to slip through his fingers like sand as he raced to finalize the arrangements and tie up any loose ends. There were invitations to be sent, decorations to be hung, and a thousand other tasks demanding his attention.

But amidst the chaos of the preparations, Diluc remained focused on his ultimate goal: to expose the Fatui operatives that lurked within his midst. He knew that among the glittering throng of guests would be those who bore the telltale signs of the Fatui's influence, and he was determined to root them out, no matter the cost.

For Diluc, the gala was more than just a social event; it was the first step in reclaiming what was rightfully his and bringing those responsible to justice. And as the night of the gala drew near, he steeled himself for the battle that awaited, his determination burning bright in the face of adversity.

As the gala drew closer, Diluc found himself seeking Y/N's input more and more. Her keen eye for detail and unique perspective proved invaluable as they worked together to bring his vision to life.

"Diluc, have you considered adding some touches of gold to the decorations?" Y/N suggested one afternoon, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "It would lend an air of elegance and sophistication to the event."

Diluc paused, considering her suggestion carefully. "Gold... Yes, that could work," he mused, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. "Thank you, Y/N. I hadn't thought of that."

From that moment on, Y/N became Diluc's trusted advisor, helping him choose everything from the color scheme to the floral arrangements. Together, they poured over swatches of fabric and samples of decor, each decision bringing them closer together.