Misconceptions

Corrin patrolled the perimeter of their Fort watching for any inconsistencies and listening for any odd sounds. He had just finished washing his hair keeping it in the perfect mess he liked to think was stylishly mature. Passing a few of the soldiers Corrin thanked them awkwardly as they complimented on his black and white scaled armour its unique skin tight design having become a popular topic amongst the army, however, it was starting to make him uncomfortable. Nearing the Mess Hall Corrin could smell the sweet aroma of cinnamon and vanilla as it weaved its way into his senses. As he got nearer though Corrin smelt a tinge of bitter ash. What could that be? It smells like somethings burning. Oh no, a fire. Oh, gods.

"Why does this sort of thing always happen to me? I've ruined ANOTHER meal! I thought I followed the recipe perfectly this time…", a sweet voice murmured.

Rushing into the kitchen through the back door Corrin could smell the permeating stench of burnt pastry but there was no sign of a fire, heck there wasn't even any smoke. Instead he found a beautiful maid with baby pink hair sulking in the corner. This couldn't be good.

"Hey Felicia." He greeted the young maid cautiously observing the oven before continuing, "Did you start a fire? That would be the third time this month."

"Lord Corrin! N-No! Not this time… This time I just ruined another meal."

Oh, not a fire. I just assumed the worst.

"Felicia... I'm sorry." Corrin apologised before he made her upset with his brash assumption he didn't want her to be angry with him especially Felicia of all people, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Please, cheer up! You're plenty helpful to everyone. I promise."

"Sorry, but I don't believe that at all."

Watching Felicia sit in the corner as she berated herself didn't feel right with Corrin. He needed to find a way to cheer her up. He needed to find something that showed her how useful she really was. Something to make Felicia understand that she really was a valued member of this kingdom slash army slash family. Corrin suddenly remembered her heroic act in their previous battle where Felicia had strategically drawn the enemy to her by screaming in panic before taking them all down single-handedly. Voicing his thoughts of her being a brave warrior he only found himself in a bigger hole as Felicia curled into a tighter ball rejecting his notion as she had been a coward but got herself surrounded and so had to eliminate the bandits in her way.

"I don't want to be a good warrior anyway!" She protested, "We have plenty of soldiers already. I want to be a good maid."

"Yeah, I guess so. I suppose you don't have to join us on the battlefield."

"But then I'd be COMPLETELY worthless!"

"No! Don't say that! You could... er... You could help with…"

Everything he had said during their conversation, if you could call it a conversation, it was becoming more like a one-sided debate, had gotten Felicia more upset with herself. There was nothing Corrin could do to help her even if he wished it were not true and so he did the one thing he could do.

"Oh, look! A Faceless! I have to go." He blurted before sprinting out of the Mess Hall kitchen.


Hi everyone. So this is my first try at a fanfiction hopefully it's good. Please if you find something that you like or see something that I could improve on leave a reply so I can keep it up or work on the improving said something.

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