Author's Note: This story is a continuation to the first ending of suikoden 5 where the prince becomes the commander of the queen's nights. I just made this to relive the world of suikoden five and to finally get the pair I always rooted for end up together. I hope you enjoy it. Ü
*the name Freyjador is the real name of the main character of Suikoden 5.
Author's Post Note: I reread all of my previous chapters and realized how short they really were. I now totally agree with my reviewers about the lack of length in my chapters and so I've decided to rewrite the whole thing into something much longer and much better since I got some experience writing other fics. I decided to rewrite because I missed my reviewers and so I'm doing this for their sake and for their sake alone. Please forgive me for neglecting you and this story for such a looooooong period of time, even I see how long that really is; so again, this is for you. I hope you like it. :)
p.p.s. I'll rewrite all the other chapters too and update either one or two more chapters after rewriting or retyping…or whatever. Anyway, here it is!
p.p.p.s (is there such as thing as this? Ahh, whatever!) Also to one of my reviewers who pointed out quite some time ago about Freyjador's hair. Thank you for that. I've seen the ending quite a few times but I always assumed he kept his hair long so I'm editing that too. Ahh, I delayed again, sorry about that. This time for real, here it is! :D
CHAPTER 1. The Day Before The Party
A few knocks came on the door to Freyjador's room.
"Prince, are you finished preparing?" Lyon's voice came from behind the door.
"I'll be out in a moment Lyon." Freyjador said in reply as he was topping off his usual palace attire with his circlet. He glanced out the window reflexively and saw the bright rays of the sun illuminate Sol-Falena City. He gazed fondly at the hustle bustle occurring in the town so early in the morning. It had become his habit ever since the end of the civil war to watch the people of Sol-Falena start their everyday life. It was always so since the war had ended the City had been busier than ever, people from all over the country came over to do business and occasionally they came to visit Lym, the Queen of Falena.
He chuckled inwardly. He always knew Lym was going to be Queen but whenever he did see his younger sister he couldn't really picture that this was the Queen of such a country as Falena, who incidentally was waiting for him this very moment, he remembered as he removed his gaze from the window.
He double checked his room, everything was in order like usual. He walked out of the room gracefully and found Lyon waiting for him looking perfectly poised in her Queen's Knight Armor.
"Did you have a good rest?" she asked. Freyjador nodded and the two of them made their way towards the dining hall.
"That's good. I thought you might be stressing yourself because of the preparations for the upcoming Ceremony. The other Knights have apparently been betting on whether you'd faint anytime soon. It seems Kyle was the one who started the whole thing."
"And what did the other Knights say?" he asked curiously.
"Well, to break it down to simple terms, Galleon just scolded him and told him to quit such disrespect to the name of the Knights," she said in the same stern way Galleon would have said it. The Prince chuckled.
"As one would expect from Galleon," he agreed.
"Miakis said it would be fun to watch it you suddenly collapsed during the ceremony then we'd have to reschedule the ceremony but Belcoot said you wouldn't act so irresponsibly in response to her statement."
"I'm glad Belcoot is thinks so highly of me."
At the end of the war, he had offered Belcoot the title of being a Queen's Knight. He refused at first saying he didn't deserve such an honor, but after a little persuasion on Freyjador's side, he accepted in the end.
"In truth Kyle doesn't count on you passing out anytime soon." She said with a smile.
"That's surprising. Wouldn't he be on the opposing side given he's the one who started the whole thing?" he said inquisitively.
"Yes but apparently he just wanted to see how everyone would react to his bet."
"He's such an unpredictable person as usual. He hasn't changed at all." He commented.
"I agree." She replied readily.
"I suppose Kyle would win if there really was a bet. I can't push myself to exhaustion because I wouldn't hear the end of it from Lym. She would be upset for quite a while." He replied and Lyon giggled.
"Oh yes, speaking of the Princess- I mean Queen. She's probably waiting to ambush you in the dining hall right this very moment." Lyon said with a smile. Freyjador smiled back he too had been expecting the same as it was a regular occurrence whenever they had breakfast.
After a few minutes of idle chatter, they arrived before the large golden door leading to the Dining Hall. Lyon took it upon herself to push open the door. Just as the two of them predicted, Lymsleia tackled him the moment he entered. She had rushed past Lyon almost immediately.
"Brother! Brother!" she said enthusiastically. She hugged his torso tightly and she looked up at him with beaming eyes. "Good morning!" she greeted cheerfully.
"Good morning to you too Lym." He replied serenely. He looked at the long rectangular table behind her. The food was served in large platters and the aroma from the different dishes filled the room. Around the table, the Queen's Knights were already seated, scrutinizing them with interest.
"Her Majesty's movement just now was quite splendid I must say," Galleon commented from the table. "She passed by Lyon almost spontaneously. Her timing was perfect too."
"As the saying goes, once faced with treasure nothing can stop you. You'd think she'd have less of a brother complex though after the war." Kyle commented from his chair at the table. Lym swiftly let go of Freyjador and turned on her heel. She glowered at the handsome blonde Knight's whose personality and looks had gotten him in trouble one too many times.
"Must I remind you that I'm Queen now Kyle?" she said pointedly.
"And must I remind you that my sister is one of your most trusted allies?" he shot back impishly. Lym was about to say something in reply but she decided to settle with her better judgment. She seemed to have concluded that it would be a waste of time and effort arguing with him.
Right after the war, Kyle had been revealed to be the missing eldest child of the Barrows. With Salem Barrows and Euram Barrows out of commission and Salem's wife being the way she is, the task of taking over the family was left up to Luserina. At that moment Kyle decided to come clean and openly supported Luserina. He also chose to stay a Queen's Knight but he readily helps Luserina whenever he has the time – that is, whenever he isn't flirting with several girls in one day not only in the castle.
"Mind your manners Kyle… that is not the way to address her Majesty." Galleon warned him from the other side of the table in the firm tone of a man who had great pride in his job. Lym gave him a look of approval.
"Ah, Old Geezer. I thought you'd retire after the war and go back to Lordlake with Dr. Silva but it seems your still here. Any longer and the only thing you'll be able to carry in the battlefield is a fork." Kyle replied casually, not at all like he had said something rude. Galleon threw him a look. Belcoot looked extremely uncomfortable between them.
"Kyle," Lyon said speaking for the first time since she and Freyjador had entered. Kyle turned his head to look at her.
"What?"
"Please shut up…" she said pleasantly.
"Okay, since you asked so kindly I'll keep my mouth shut." he obliged in the same polite tone – obviously just humoring her.
"May I suggest we all sit down and enjoy a quiet breakfast?" Belcoot suggested a bit nervously. He still looked a bit uncomfortable in his Queen's Knight uniform but Lym and Freyjador agreed that it suited him quite well.
"I agree with Belcoot. Come on everyone, the food will go to waste." Freyjador said as he put his hands over Lym's shoulders and he steered her to her chair. Lyon followed quietly behind him the two of them.
He escorted her at the very center of the table and he himself sat to her right. Lyon took her place beside Freyjador. Just as they were about to begin the doors burst open loudly and Miakis entered. All their heads turned towards the direction of her voice. Kyle was expectedly chewing on a mouthful of food already.
"ohhh Princess! I got everything ready for the party tonight! I can't wait to see you in your new dress!" she said eagerly as she skipped – well, from Freyjador's seat it seemed as if she was skipping with glee.
"You mean Queen Miakis…" a deep voice said from behind her. He moved forward and everyone could plainly see the dark-haired man with an eye-patch over his left eye. He was dressed in commoner clothes and he looked more rugged since the last time they saw him which was a year ago right after the civil war when he decided to go on a journey away from Falena.
"Georg!" Lym, Freyjador and Lyon exclaimed in surprise. The three of them stood up hastily from their seats ready to welcome him back.
"I thought you said you couldn't come?" Kyle asked inquisitively before he took another spoon of food. Galleon threw him another look as he watched him continue eating without reserve. George shrugged.
"I wasn't planning to but before I knew it I was already on a boat sailing on the Feitas River back here." He said nonchalantly.
"I'm glad you that came George. It just wouldn't be the same without you." Lyon said with a genuine smile.
"Why don't you join us for breakfast?" Freyjador offered.
"I'd love to but no thank you, I don't think I'm worthy enough to sit with the queen now that I'm not a Knight anymore." he declined politely raising his hand.
"Nonsense! You may not be wearing a uniform but you're still a Queen's Knight at heart. I insist you join us for breakfast George." Lym interjected in an honest tone.
"Even if you say that your Highness, my attire at the moment is – how do you say it?" he thought for a moment. "Inappropriate." He finished after a second.
"Must you be so stubborn George?" Lymleia replied, sounding a little irritated. "Fine, I order you as Queen of Falena to join us for breakfast." She said triumphantly.
"Aren't you the little tyrant?" he asked, amused with the turn of events.
"Yes I am…" Lym said obstinately. He stood there for a minute and Lym raised her eyebrows waiting for him to make a move. He sighed in defeat and took a seat. Lym gave a victorious smile. Miakis sat in between Galleon and Belcoot. They had begun eating in silence and it was Miakis who spoke first.
"So Georg, where have you been all this while?" she asked mischievously.
"Here and there. I didn't stay at a particular place for long. Oh yes by the way, what this I've been hearing about an Alliance Ceremony?" he said inquiringly.
"It's in celebration of the anniversary since the war ended a year ago. The different towns in Falena decided to make a reliable pact to assure the people that the peace that lasted for a year now will be able to last for a long time as long as the Alliance stands. All of it was Her Majesty's idea, she decided everything and she was splendid during the conferences held with the town leaders." Lyon replied promptly.
"So she's growing to be a suitable Queen, I see." He commented with a smile.
"Not fast enough though." Kyle interjected. This time Lyon, Galleon and Lymsleia glowered at him. He raised his hands.
"Okay, okay. I'll shut my oh so gorgeous mouth now." He said as he shoved more food down his mouth.
"Disgraceful." Galleon said with distaste. "If your sword skills weren't so skillful I would've asked you to be thrown out a long time ago."
"I'm flattered you think so high of me Old Man." He replied with a grin.
"That wasn't meant to be a compliment." Galleon replied curtly.
"Now, now. We're eating, Old Man. You shouldn't be so moody so early in the morning." Kyle said petulantly. Galleon now looked like he was just about ready to strangle Kyle but settled on his eyes shooting daggers at him instead.
Feryjador couldn't help himself from chuckling aloud. Everyone's gazes turned towards him then. He gave a pleasant smile in return.
"See Old Man? Even the Prince is amused with my rapier wit." He said proudly.
"Don't be quick in making assumptions, also you are to address His Majesty as Commander, Kyle." he reproached swiftly a swordsman would could you with a sword – but in Galleon's case it would be swift as his lance.
"You're just jealous I have a sense of humor." Kyle shot back.
"I won't pretend to have a morsel of knowledge of what you're saying."
"You're lack on a one is the one that's devastating." He said offhandedly
"I have no need for such a thing." He replied stiffly obviously starting to be affected by Kyle's taunts. Freyjador didn't know how much more his patience could take from Kyle's unending jabs at him and everyone else – well everyone excepting himself most of the time.
This continued for quite some time and Freyjador had watched both of them ramble to each other with particular interest. Watching people had become his hobby since long before, he spoke occasionally or only when asked before simply because he was too absorbed in his watching his surroundings intently. He had kept it a secret but Lyon had easily figured it out.
He knew because every once in a while she would ask him if he was entertained watching them and he would answer casually that he always was as long as he was in this castle. There was one thing though that he kept secret even from Lyon, observant as she is.
It was that he watched people because it relaxed him. Watching their steady movement full of life and vitality always reminded him that he was alive himself. Just seeing people act as they normally would act was more satisfying to watch than a play which was simply acting. It was natural, it was pure and it was real – maybe that's why he liked observing the people around him so much. It was his personal secret which he had never disclosed to anyone, nor did he have any plan to reveal it anytime soon.
"Kyle, you should be more considerate of Galleon's age. You might give him a heart attack, who do you think will be responsible if that were to happen?" Lym finally spoke after watching both of them bicker nonstop. She looked slightly irritated now, Freyjador noticed.
"As much as I'd like to see you get punished by the Princess Kyle, it would be best for you to stop now unless you're actually the type of person who likes to punished just for the fun of it." Miakis said quite cheerfully from her chair.
"You put words in my mouth Miakis! I wouldn't dare sully the name of the Knights with such behavior." Kyle replied sarcastically.
"Kyle must you be like this so early in the morning?" Lyon asked, with a hint of exasperation in her voice as she set down her spoon and fork – her plate cleaned out perfectly.
"It's a morning ritual Lyon, if I don't do it I won't be able to function properly." He said innocently.
"Honestly I can't even tell whether you're serious or just joking with me." Lyon said
"You know me, I'm always serious. Serious is my middle name."
Galleon scoffed while the others, including Lym cracked a smile. "See? Tell me, would your morning be complete without hearing my cleverness?"
"More like impertinence." Galleon muttered under his breath which Kyle had heard perfectly.
"You wound me, Galleon." He addressed Galleon with his proper name for the first time since Freyjador and Lyon had arrived. Kyle may be a fool once in a while but his senses were sharp as usual. His unpredictable show of skill never failed to remind people why exactly he was given the title of Queen's Knight.
"Hopefully it would be an irreversible blow to your enormous ego." He said with a smirk.
"You've gotten quite good at snappy comebacks Old Man. You must've learned a lot from me right?" he said assertively.
"Don't flatter yourself." He said in his predictably stern voice, there was no smile now. It seems Kyle had hit the mark just then, Freyjador thought to himself. He wondered if Kyle was able to tell. Probably not but he always surprised people, including himself.
"It seems nothing's changed much since I left huh?" Georg said abruptly as if he was thinking aloud.
"On the contrary, Kyle has gotten much worse." Lyon said with a sigh.
"Well, exempting that – it's pretty much the same." He said in reply as he crossed his arms.
"I suppose so. But it's better that way right? If everyone can stay as they are, then that means the war not so long ago as well forgotten now." Freyjador said optimistically.
"His Highness always seems to have a different way of seeing things doesn't he?" Kyle said with interest.
"I agree." Belcoot said and everybody else nodded in agreement.
"Somehow I can't shake the feeling that the Prince looks at his surroundings from another world." Miakis said.
"Rather, it would be more appropriate to say he looks at the world though Saint's eyes." Galleon said as a follow up to Miakis's previous statement.
"Nah, Saint isn't enough. You should say though God's eyes since I don't know anyone else I would describe with the word 'benevolent' other than him." Kyle interjected and nobody disagreed with him this time.
"Kyle has a point. His Highness does seem like he was a God in his previous life. Either that or he was a Saint or some other sort of pure and innocent person." Belcoot said thoughtfully.
"Of course brother was a Saint or a martyr in his past life. There's no person that could compare to his kindness and gentleness." Lym said confidently as she decided to join the conversation.
"I wonder how the topic had strayed to what I used to be in my past life?" Freyjador said more to himself than to the people around him.
"Aren't you happy that your subjects think so highly of you?" Lyon said in a voice loud enough for only him to hear. Lym was busy discussing with everyone and was oblivious to the very object of their conversation beside her.
"They think a little too highly me, I'm nothing special." He said in reply.
"You've always been humble your Highness. That's why it's not impossible to assume you were such a great person in your past life." She said as she took a sip from her glass.
"It doesn't matter what I did in my past life, rather what's important is what I did now with my own two hands Lyon." He replied calmly and she smiled.
What he had achieved with his own hands was the peace Falena was basking in right now. This peace he felt everyday was actually what he was most proud of rather than winning any competition, or getting the Dawn Rune or achieving the most outstanding marks in battle training.
"You have a reasonable reply ready as always." She said with a smile.
Yes, this everyday life. Waking up to the bright sunlight of a new day, eating an enjoyable breakfast with everyone and seeing the people of Falena being able to live life the way they want to –it was going to last, Freyjador was definitely going to make it last.
-OoO-
Endnote:And that is the new and revised chapter one. I hope you liked it. So my reviewers do you forgive me? I'm really soooo sorry. :'( please review if you have suggestions or comments on what I added and changed to this chapter so I'll know what to do with the others. PLEASE? Pretty please leave a review. *puppy dog eyes* by the way, thanks for reading. :)
Post Endnote(seems like I use this a lot don't I?): I decided to use Kyle as my comical relief for the whole story and it think I'll be putting him in as much as I can since I've always liked him even back in the game – he reminds me a lot of Kurz Weber from Full Metal Panic who incidentally I also like. :) Also I've decided to give readers a broader view of Freyjador and what goes around his mind so he won't just seem as the kind Commander who's only good at dealing with his sister. Oh yeah, I also intend on putting in the other good looking characters in the chapters I'm gonna add so keep reading okay? This time I'm really continuing it. *grins broadly* I'm sorry again for delaying for so long but if you want the new chapters already I can speed it up for you, maybe by next week, I'll be able to upload it if my sister and dad would let me use the computer to as I please. Until then, review! See yah!