A/N: So, it's canon that Mikoto can see the future. My headcanon is that this ability isn't something she uses consciously, though. So, have some silliness with her accidentally spying on her kids' love lives. (Standard disclaimer about not owning anything here besides the writing itself.)

The gift of foresight wasn't always such a gift, especially for Mikoto. On occasion, she would get a flash of insight she could act on, but more often, what she saw was set in stone, no matter how hard she tried to change the flow of history. The Hoshidan queen would try to just accept the premonitions as how the world would be. It didn't stop her from having a favorite kind of vision, though.

Love, especially romance, was almost a guilty pleasure of hers. Ever since she had fallen for her late husband, Mikoto knew how important such love could be. In her visions, she would witness other loves yet to bloom, even if she were not there for the actual events. In her youth, discussing these visions brought quite a few questions, and she would often have to find an excuse to leave. With Sumeragi's children, though, the queen knew she couldn't avoid their prying questions for long if she ever let them know she could see that part of their lives.

She could never tell them, but she watched.

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Mikoto kept a close eye on Ryoma. As he grew up, there were no shortage of beautiful girls waiting to steal his attention. If they could ever get it from him. Sumeragi's death had affected the boy deeply, and he abandoned many "childish pursuits" in order to train as a warrior and as the ruler he would some day be. It was an admirable goal, of course, but Mikoto couldn't help but wonder if he was ignoring parts of life that could bring him happiness. This feeling diminished as she got to know the prince better, as she saw that he truly was just very focused on his goals.

It wasn't until several years had passed, and Ryoma had grown into a fine young man, that the Hoshidan queen caught of glimpse of what might be. Mikoto was exhausted that day; trade negotiations had gone on too long, and Yukimura wasn't at her side to remind her of the time like he usually was. She walked back to her room, taking the back way but being careful not to make too much noise since she knew that many of the castle staff were already asleep. It was while she was passing by some of the higher-up servants' quarters that she heard raised voices. Mikoto gasped and quickened her pace, worried that the worst might happen.

As she got closer, she could hear them more clearly; they definitely belonged to Ryoma's subordinates. Mikoto wasn't worried for their safety as much, as they were fine ninjas whose loyalty was unshakable, but this sounded far more heated than usual. Even for Saizou.

"This… is over." Those were the first words she could actually hear clearly, and they were soon the only words she heard as a vision hit her like a tidal wave. The Hoshidan queen stopped to keep herself from running right into a wall as all her attention was focused on something only she could see…

Kagerou was sitting in the royal garden, a canvas in her hand and a brush in the other, glancing up at a particularly vibrant flower every so often. Nearby, Ryoma observed her, a slight smile softening his entire face. He just… stayed there for a moment, off to the side, before walking over and kneeling beside her. The ninja paused her drawing to look up at the prince, the hints of a smile playing at her lips.

"It looks beautiful," Ryoma said, gesturing to the canvas.

Kagerou ever so slightly shifted the drawing towards her chest, as if trying to hide it from view. "Thank you. To hear your praise… it makes Jakob's analysis irrelevant."

"What did he…? Never mind. I won't pry."

"It's alright. He merely thought this flower was… a bloody scene. It's not the first time he's made such comments. Please, pay it no mind, Lord Ryoma."

The prince furrowed his brows slightly at this. "Kagerou…" he said, reaching up to cup her cheek. "You… Well, you don't have to call me 'Lord' anymore."

Kagerou hesitated slightly before nodding once. "Yes… Ryoma."

His face didn't completely relax, but he did look more… at ease. A moment passed as they just looked at each other, unspoken words being passed through their mere expressions, and then Ryoma leaned in to gently give her a kiss…

Mikoto blushed. It felt like she truly was intruding on a private moment, even more so than normal. Ryoma and Kagerou both looked several years older, more mature and tempered than they were in the present. And obviously closer than they currently were. She closed her eyes, willing the vision away, and gave a sigh of relief when she saw that it was successful. It was something of a relief to know that Sumeragi's eldest child would find love in his own time, but Mikoto didn't need the details. With any luck, she would see these events and more like them come to pass with her own eyes. It was such a nice thought to let herself get wrapped up in while her mind was drifting to sleep.

It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't alone in the hall anymore.

"Queen Mikoto." Saizou's rough voice shocked her back into the present. The one-eyed ninja was kneeling before her in that peculiar way ninjas had when showing deference to their master. "Do you require our services? Or just… Kagerou?" As if on cue, the kunoichi appeared beside Saizou, also kneeling. It was hard to tell from where she stood, but Mikoto thought she saw the other woman's eyes watering.

The Hoshidan queen shook her head, half to get herself back to the present and half to answer his question. "N-no. I was just retiring to my room for the night and happened to come this way. I'm truly sorry if I caused any concern."

The ninjas hesitated before nodding. "Of course, Your Majesty." This time, Kagerou was the one to speak. "We… will not delay you any longer." With that, they both vanished, as ninjas were known to do. Mikoto had lived in Hoshido for several years by that point, yet she still hadn't gotten completely used to how they appeared and disappeared as quickly and completely as they did. But it wasn't something she had any control over… much like her visions.

Letting out a small sigh, she began walking back to her room again, confused about what the ninjas could possibly have been talking about earlier and happy to know that her adopted son wouldn't force himself to be a bachelor forever.