Hands shaking.
Eyes watering.
Lips trembling.
Body about to give out.
Blood was a pretty color, but not when it was of those you loved that coloured the wall in an array of red's and whites. Painting the walls and the floor in a crimson unparalleled by any other color, blood stained hands of the warriors of Plegia, And the guards of the Exalt.
An accident? No. A trap? I suppose, but all planned out? Certainly. Emmeryn's back laid against the heavy throne chair, her body on the floor as she held Frederick in her arms, Frederick's head pressed against her shoulder, leaning into her neck. Heavy and jagged breaths came from the knight in her arms, his life was wearing thin as the cold hand of death reached ever nearer to the Exalt and the Knight.
"I must protect you at all costs, Milady."
"You'll die!, Can we not hold out any longer until the Shepherds arrive?" She asked desperately, clutching tightly onto the arms of the Knight, he shook his head and her heart cracked.
If only they held out just moments longer, As the Shepherds arrived, the last of the enemies were killed, but Ylisse suffered great costs. Most of the guards were wiped out, and the wound in Frederick's chest seemed to deep to be healed. Calling Lissa over, Her little sister and brother came running to her and Frederick, trying all she could, Lissa could do not much, the same result after Emmeryn's failed try.
Lissa and Chrom said their final words to Frederick, while Emmeryn took Frederick's hand in her own,"I'm.. sorry, Frederick.." She whispered to him, tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Do not cry, Milady.. I.. served.. my purpose..
It.. wasn't.. your faul….t.."
The knight's eyes closed, the body went limp in her arms. Emmeryn would never forget this day, though she would not instigate war herself, She will never forget the day she lost a valuable knight to Plegia.
She never forgave.
And she never forgot.