"Onii-chan!"

Wait, what? I was pretty sure that wasn't right. The fu-

"Big brother, wake up!"

That makes more sense, I thought. Even before my eyes fluttered open, I began trying to figure out where I was. I know that voice. Okay, so I know two people it could be. Either Elise, or Sakura. I wasn't in danger, so that was nice to know. I can hear birds singing, so it's probably daytime.

"...Corrin, are you okay?", she asked concernedly.

"Quiet down, whichever sister is here. I'm thinking." The mystery sibling muttered in response. I squinted and continued pondering. I feel pressure on top of me. Possibly a blanket. Maybe, ...ropes?! I'm in more danger than I th- My original assumption was right. These are blankets. I'm not gonna lie to you. I was kind of a dumbass back then.

"C-corrin, you're kinda making me nervous…" Her voice started to sound tearful. I may have been dumb, but I wasn't heartless. My eyes burst open and I looked around.

Oh. I'm in the treehouse. Idiot.

"Oh th-thank goodness," the mystery sibling gasped, turning out to be Sakura. That was obvious. She was sitting at the foot of her bed, nudging my blanketed feet. "A-are you alright?" She's always been so timid. I hadn't known her for especially long or that well at that point, so I was often surprised by her reclusive nature.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I'm fine," I hastily apologized. "Thank you for your concern though. What do you need?" Sakura fidgeted with her white robe, and sighed.

"...All the royals have been c-called to the war room. I got up and ready before everyone, and I was t-told to inform the others," she said, straightening and folding her mantle.

My brow furrowed instinctively, and I cocked my head.

"Do you have any idea as of why?" I questioned. The war room wasn't used altogether that much. The enemies we fought were mysterious and intangible, so there wasn't much use for strategy. By now, it was somewhat of an extended pantry for the staff. The most recent time it had been used, if you could even call it recent, was to discuss housing for the royals within the realm.

"...They kept it kinda vague," Sakura continued, "All they said w-was that there's something called a 'Deeprealm.' They wouldn't s-say anything else…" Sakura stood up, and I realized she appeared a tad more uncomfortable than usual.

"Is... Something wrong?" I noticed she looked more red than usual, even regarding her hair. Sakura's eye's widened, and she looked away.

"...It's just… You aren't exactly d-dressed…" She glanced down at me, and I then remembered that all I had on was a thin blanket from the waist down. Then it was my turn to stutter.

"Oh! Uh. Yea. S-sorry," I babbled, pulling the sheet up to my neck. Sakura stood up, and aimed herself towards the exit.

"W-we have to be there in half an hour. Please show up… They s-said they need your judgement…" I nodded shyly, and watched Sakura hurriedly leave the room. Once I couldn't hear her quickened footsteps going down the stairwell, I jumped up and shut my door.

We need locks here. I walked over to my dressers and began to rummage. I don't know why they made my armor have so many goddamn bells and whistles, I grimaced. It's like they want me to have time to monologue while putting it on.

That was one of the first nights I had spent in the treehouse. Up until then, I had just slept in the shared barracks with everyone else. That ended once Camilla started scheming with Ryoma, and they decided that "Your safety as leader is paramount."

I thought they were making too big a deal of it, but in the end they melded me a lofty cabin with their Dragon Veins, and that was that. (Neither of them has confirmed nor denied staking out to make sure I stayed in the treehouse at first.) It's felt quite egotistical, considering even the crown prince's only had a slightly larger room.

After I had fastened the last of my ridiculous extremities, I sat down and studied my new room. I had no say in decoration at the time, the room just being forged into existence.

It's so… Red. Ryoma must have decided that. The furnishings were quite nice, but a bit scarce. The designs were distinctly Nohrian. Camilla probably wanted me to feel at home. I had to thank her for that. I don't know who decided to put all the perishable food just on a shelf out in the open, but they most likely just weren't thinking. We have ice magic for God's sake.

I was grateful for the bookshelves. Reading took up a great deal of time back at the keep, and it was nice to have a familiar comfort. Decorating the walls, there were some pieces that could only have come from Ryoma. Traditional oni and tengu masks were put in a line above my bed. Actually kinda creepy big bro. Kinda creepy. Lastly, there was a detailed tapestry above the shelves, depicting a soaring dragon. Some dragons don't have legs? What am I? The tapestry was signed as a 'Kagero.' She paints? I'll have to ask h-

Cutting my stylistic judgement short, an Ember Tome was repeatedly fired into the sky, signifying the time. You work with what you have.

Ten bursts...? "Wait, it's already ten?!" I blurted out, scrambling from my chair. I ran out the door, hoping I could still make it on time.

This astral stuff is kinda getting old...

Thank you for reading! This is my first fic, but I have had writing experience in the past.

I feel like I should clarify again that this is isn't M!Corrin/Sakura… ;w; She's just a shy and awkward character, and this seemed to apply. Don't worry, no hetero. lmao