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Here's my new piece on a backstory for Lamy, and how (you) make her feel at home despite her past. This is "The Warming of Princess Lamielle"
After coming home from a long day, you hoped that today would be the day the stars align and you can finally get it done. You firmly clutch the small box that hasn't left your possession since you bought it, for fear that the object of your affections stumbles across it before you can do the deed yourself. The object in your hand is a ring box containing a wedding ring, fit with a sizeable diamond and multiple sapphires that you are certain will look excellent on the hand of your long term girlfriend Yukihana Lamy. Despite every moment spent at the side of the lovely and gentle snow elf being a blessing you feel is too good for you, there has been a certain issue that has prevented you from proposing, despite your best efforts. Taking a quick inhale as you unlock the door to Lamy's apartment, you hope today is the day she's ready to hear you.
The circumstances you walk in on would be shocking to anyone else, but you have grown quite familiar with them. Sprawled out on the couch snoring peacefully is Lamy, several sake bottles surrounding her as she sleeps off her afternoon booze so she's not too tipsy to drink at supper. This is the issue that prevents you from proposing to Lamy. She is always cuddly and warm towards you, but she is also perpetually at least somewhat drunk. You genuinely don't know if you've ever seen Lamy sober, and so you have no idea how serious she is about your relationship. Aside from the legal implications (you're pretty sure she needs to be "of sound mind and body" to sign marriage documents eventually) it feels like you might be taking advantage of her lowered inhibitions if you pop the question while she's hammered. You'd hate to feel like she didn't get to think things out fully before accepting. Sighing inwardly, you accept that this is not your golden opportunity today, and begin cleaning things up. You stack the bottles in the recycling bin (which is already getting quite full with Lamy's previous "donations") and toss a blanket over her so she's comfortable when she wakes up. You consider buttoning up her top, but after watching the slow rise and fall of her chest you decide (with no ulterior motive, of course) that she'll probably sleep more comfortably if her clothes aren't restricting her. In about an hour or so she should wake up and welcome you home with a kiss, after which she'll get to work on supper. Lamy insists on making all of the meals you share together at home, and you have little reason to complain as she's an excellent chef, even if she occasionally overestimates her current capabilities. Judging by the number of bottles you cleaned up she isn't *too* drunk right now, so you don't have to worry about trying to come up with a meal she can prepare without using knives. One time around Christmas she sliced her hand quite badly due to her lack of focus, and she was also too drunk to remember how to use healing magic. It ended up being her familiar Daifuku who had to close up her wound.
As you reflect on that memory, Daifuku himself floats into the room. You've always seen him as a rather funny looking polar bear stuck in a jar, but judging by how the more magically inclined of Lamy's coworkers react to him, he is apparently quite a powerful being in his own right. He serves Lamy unquestioningly and you occasionally see him helping around the house with simple spells, or bringing Lamy her house keys when she forgets to grab them. You've gotten into the habit of sharing your concerns with him, as you're fairly certain he understands what you're saying but his expressionless face doesn't judge you, making him the ideal companion for talking out loud to yourself without seeming too strange. You haven't brought up wanting to propose to Lamy to him yet, but seeing as Lamy is out like a light you decide there's no harm in sharing that with him today.
"I just don't know, Daifuku. I've always wanted to ask Lamy why she drinks so much, but that just seems like a heavy topic. The fact that she's never sober makes me feel like she's drinking to forget something. What do you think?"
A deep and monotone voice suddenly echos a response, "I have permission from Princess Lamielle to explain the situation in her stead, should you wish."
Despite the calm tone of the voice, every hair on your body stands on end at the sudden response, which you quickly realize is coming from the bear that is currently staring into your soul.
