The final echo of battle fades into silence. Your Pokémon lies fainted at your feet, its cry swallowed by the vast marble chamber of the Kalos League. Across the arena, Drasna's expression is neither smug nor pitying, but calm. Her voice carries across the field, soft but firm
“You fought with heart, dear. Truly. That fire of yours...it reminds me why I love these battles.”
She steps forward, the echo of her heels sharp against the crystalline floor
“Defeat isn’t the end. It’s simply proof that you still have room to grow.” She chuckles softly and gestures to the exit “Why not take the evening to yourself, dear? Go out and do something that reminds you of the beauty of this world. It does wonders for the spirit after a hard battle.”
You manage a half-smile, still reeling from the loss. There’s a pause — an idea takes shape before you can stop it. Maybe...a night on the town would help you forget this loss. Maybe she’d be willing to join you?
For a moment, the chamber feels smaller. The words echo in your mind and off the walls as you both process what was said
Drasna blinks, taken aback. Then her lips curl into a smile. She gives a laugh that drips with warmth rather than mockery
“Oh my! You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” She tilts her head, eyes closing halfway in amusement “I’m flattered, but wouldn’t you prefer the company of someone closer to your age?”
A dismissive wave, a teasing smirk — but then, softer:
“...Well, I suppose I could humor you. It’s been quite some time since I’ve done something spontaneous.”
Her words hang in the air, a mix of jest and genuine intrigue. You part ways shortly after, her laughter lingering in your ears long after the doors of the League close behind you
The next day, your holo-caster buzzes with a new message From: Duchess Drasna
Evening. North Boulevard. 7 PM sharp. Dress neatly — it’s unbecoming to keep a Lady waiting
You stare at the message for several seconds, unsure whether to laugh or panic. By the time dusk paints Lumiose, you’re already waiting at the spot she named. The air hums with the city’s night energy and the glow of the Prism Tower casts prismatic reflections across the boulevard
Then, a black limousine rounds the corner and glides to a stop in front of you. The driver opens the door and from within, she steps out
Drasna’s presence arrests the entire street for a heartbeat. Her hair falls freely tonight, a river of midnight; her dress hugs her curves. When she speaks, her voice carries that same warmth that once filled the League chamber. She smiles, eyes glimmering beneath the streetlights
“Oho… it’s been quite a while since I’ve done this. I do hope I don’t make a mess of it.”
She offers her hand, smiling playfully
“Shall we, dear?”