YSE: Guess who, everybody!
Priscilla: Oh, no... This isn't good.
YSE: Hey! That was mean, Priscilla!
Priscilla: Well, you always do something crazy. Plus, I don't know how this'll work out.
YSE: Oh, hush! People like my work! 'Sides, Fire Emblem has a lotta people that I can put together in a lotta ways!
Priscilla: Very true, I suppose.
YSE: Now Priscilla, do you think you could do the disclaimer, please?
Priscilla: Sure. Erisonii doesn't own anything of Fire Emblem, including Ephidel.
YSE: I don't own Ephidel? Damn! Oh, well, enjoy the chapter!

"Thank you, my dear Priscilla!"

The red-haired troubadour giggled at Sain's usual reply after being healed by her. "You're very welcome, Sain. Now hurry back to the battlefield."

"I will so I may protect you, my darling!" Sain rode off, a gleeful look on his face.

Priscilla remained shielded by many men such as Oswin, Guy, Heath, Sain, and even her own brother Raven ever since they'd arrived on the Dread Isle. However, despite her love for her brother, and the concern she felt for her protectors, she wasn't in love with any of them. She was merely the healer, even to her guardians.

Yet, there was one man who she longed to meet.

She'd caught sight of him for the very first time from a distance back in Caelin. He was one of Lyndis' most trusted knights, and well on his way to becoming a paladin. He'd been riding alongside Sain, and when the flirtatious cavalier was questioned about his companion, he'd stated that his name was Kent.

"Kent…" Priscilla smiled to herself as she whispered the cavalier's name. "I would love to finally meet you personally..."

"Lady Priscilla!"

Priscilla snapped out of her daze to see that an assassin was heading straight for her. "Aaaaaggghhhh!" Her horse reared back, sending her flying several feet backwards. She hit the ground and rolled over five times before coming to a halt. Limbs quivering with pain, Priscilla raised her head from the ground and saw the assassin standing over her, poised for the kill. She winced and closed her eyes, thinking, 'No, please don't let me die before I even get a chance to meet Kent!'

"Lady Priscilla!"

A warm liquid splattered onto Priscilla, and she heard a soft "thump" sound. She kept her eyes closed until a muscular, armor clad arm wrapped itself around her and sat her upright.

"Lady Priscilla, are you all right?"

Priscilla opened her eyes slowly to see Kent looking upon her with concern. She felt her face flush as she gazed back into his eyes. "S- Sir Kent…?" Priscilla whispered.

Kent breathed in relief and smiled down at the troubadour in his arms. That's good to hear. I was afraid I wouldn't get to you in time."

"Wouldn't get to---" Priscilla trailed off when she saw the assassin laying in his blood near them. She looked up at Kent, her emerald eyes wide with amazement. "You… You saved me, SirKent?"

"Yes."

Priscilla smiled shyly up at the handsome man. "Thank you, Sir Kent. I owe you my life. I mean that."

"Well, maybe this means I'll be near you more often, then. If you'll pardon my forwardness, I… I've hoped to gain a chance to speak with you for a long time. I caught only a glimpse of you back in Caelin, and since then have been unable to approach you because you are constantly surrounded by others and seemed to have no need of another protector."

"No! That's not true, Sir Kent!"

Both sat in silence, both surprised by Priscilla's sudden outburst. After a while, Kent spoke up. "What do you mean, Lady Priscilla? There are many men who have protected you. You had no need of yet another. I would have been a burden to you."

Priscilla shook her head slowly. "No, you wouldn't have been, Sir Kent. I only need one person to protect me. Despite the fact that my brother protects me, as do so many others, I… I only wanted one man to take care of me. Sir Kent, I was hoping that… that it would be you..."

Kent's eyes widened in surprise at the troubadour's words. "You wish for me… to be your only protector?"

"No…" Gently, Priscilla reached up and placed her hand on one of Kent's cheeks. "I wish for you… to be my only knight… To me, being defended by you would be a fairy tale come true. So… will you protect me with your life, Sir Kent?"

A moment of silence lingered between the two, and Priscilla began to wonder if she'd done the right thing by speaking so straightforward. But her worries vanished when the cavalier gently grasped the hand on his face, removed her white glove, and kissed the back of it softly. Smiling at Priscilla, he answered, "I would die and be reborn just to protect you, Lady Priscilla… I will defend you just so your beautiful smile will remain intact upon your face..."

A smile spread across Priscilla's face when Kent finished speaking, and she rested her head against his chest. "Then I'll keep smiling for you, Sir Kent. But only if you'll come to me when you need to be healed, all right?"

Kent wrapped his arms about Priscilla securely, yet gently, as he whispered back, "All right, Lady Priscilla. I promise."

YSE: Aw, so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!
Kent: I... am so humiliated.
YSE: Hey! Kent, I made you really romantic!
Kent: Maybe so, but don't you think anyone's really considered this pairing before.
YSE: So?
Kent: So they might be a little weirded out by it.
YSE: Well, let's just wait for a review, okay?
Kent: I suppose we should...