Author's Note: Obviously, I do not own Fire Emblem. I wanted to use many of the supports that were already in the game but build from it. This story starts off slower than my last one, so the lemons come in later on but I enjoyed the buildup. Lon'qu is one of my favorite characters from Awakening, so I hope this story in enjoyed.

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Chrome was turning his back on the Khans in order to get the news to his sister, Emmeryn, about the new alliance.

"Hold, boy. Before you go, I have a little present for you." Basilio's booming voice echoes through the arena. A man walks in from behind the Khan.

"…" the myrmidon says nothing.

"This is Lon'qu, my former champion. Not much for talking, mind you, but he's peerless with a sword. As good as Marth, in my mind. To be honest, I can't figure out how Marth bested him so quickly."

"Marth beat him? But he looks so big and strong…" Lissa says in a dreamy voice and tries to approach Lon'qu.

"Away, woman!" Lon'qu barks in a deep voice.

"Hey! Wh-what did I say?!" Lissa turns to Chrom and then to Robin.

"Ba ha ha! Let's just say that ladies tend to put Lon'qu on edge. Nonetheless, he is capable. Perhaps he even has the makings of a khan. Consider him West Ferox's contribution to the Ylissean cause." Basilio bellows cheerfully.

"You're certain about this?" Chrom asks uncertainly.

"Yes, yes. He's your man now."

"And Lon'qu? You have no objections?"

"He gives orders. I stab people. I think our roles are clear." Lon'qu states dryly.

"...All right then. Welcome aboard."

Lon'qu glances from Basilio, to Chrom, and then to Robin. Robin looks at Lon'qu and they make eye contact for less than a second before he looks away. Robin could have sworn she saw him blush before walking away.

"What are your thoughts, Robin?" Chrom asks.

"What? Oh, yes. I believe we have made a very powerful ally with Ferox and Lon'qu will be a strong comrade on the battlefield.

Chrom nods in agreement and they leave Ferox.

At Camp

Chrom and Robin are in about to conduct a strategy meeting with the camp. They were a few minutes from beginning when Chrom leans over to Robin.

"We're missing our new man." He whispers.

"I will go find him. Just start the meeting, I will follow up on anything I miss afterwards."

"Don't take long."

Robin nods and then swiftly leaves the tent.

Robin searches the camp until she is greeted by the sound of metal hitting wood. She heads to the training yard and finds Lon'qu vigorously training with his sword against a tree. She does not approach him yet, instead she just watches him. His muscles are gleaming with sweat and his body moves fluidly with each strike.

"*Ahem* I cannot focus with you leering at me." Lon'qu grumbles without looking at Robin

"Oh! Sorry, Lon'qu. I just got caught up watching you practice. Your style is a perfect blend of accuracy, power, and speed. They really know what they're doing up in Regna Ferox."

"Strength is everything there. Weakness is weeded out and eliminated." Lon'qu stated while looking everywhere but at her.

"Would you mind teaching me a few moves?" Robin asked meekly.

"Hmph."

"...Was that a yes or a no?"

"..I am no teacher. Besides, you are of Ylisse. The knights of your people have their own style. You would be better served learning from Frederick."

"Oh, I already am. But with the two styles being so different, why not learn what both can offer? It's possible a mix of the two would be stronger than either one alone."

"A naive thought. ...But not impossible. Very well. Draw your sword. Just do not touch me, woman."

"Wait, we're jumping right into sparring?" Robin said in surprise.

"I told you, I am no teacher. You will have to learn for yourself. Come! Show me how a man of Ylisse fights! You will not be the only one to learn here."

"So be it!" Robin pushed the strategy meeting to the back of her mind. Bonding and forming trusted relationships with her comrades are always a priority.

They spar for what feels like hours. Lon'qu always getting the upper hand. His speed and skill are unmatched. She has never fought anyone like him. What impressed her the most was how he always won without touching her or looking at her at any point during their fight.

"Lon'qu?" Robin timidly began to ask him after their fighting ended.

"I do not like women. In fact, I have a terrible fear of them. It is nothing against you. No more of this discussion." Lon'qu stated sternly.

"Oh. Okay. Sorry." Robin looked down at her boots and could not think of anything else to say.

"Hmph." Lon'qu scowled and turned and left.

"Thank you." Robin said quietly to herself.

Robin does not remember having ever felt so insecure around someone else. It was not anything he said but the way he held himself whenever she was around. She was afraid she was doing more harm than good in trying to establish a fruitful companionship with the myrmidon. She gave up on trying to understand Lon'qu and left to go to her own tent.

Lon'qu left Robin as quickly as he could without drawing more of her attention to him. Robin was undoubtedly beautiful and he could tell that she meant well. He just could not get over his crippling fear of women. The moment he saw her back in Ferox, he felt something tug at his heart. Lon'qu knew before getting involved with this army that he was going to have difficulties dealing with his new lifestyle. In Ferox he was able to remain in solitude and avoid women without any problem. Here in camp, he does not believe that it will be an easy feat.

He did not understand why Robin would waste her time to come and be with him while she was arguable the most important person in the camp, next to Chrom. He gave up on trying to understand her and left to go to his own tent.