Author: *In deep voice* There comes a time in everyone's life in which they
have a desire to write a corny love story. This is mine.
K.K. Slider: Are you sure about that?
Author: No, not really. But Can't I have fun every now and then?
K.K. Slider: No.
Author: Eh? Ah, well. Okay, this is basically a corny love story, about all my favorite couples of Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword. So if you want to loosen up, then this is your story!
K.K. Slider: Whoo. Anyway, she doesn't own Fire Emblem! No owny of emblem!
Author: Enough. Let's get started.
~Prologue: Love at First sight (sort of, anyways) ~
Louise hugged her bow to her chest as she looked around the center city of Reglay (please, tell me how to spell it!). There were many people walking through the city, friends talking, merchants yelling all the positive aspects of their products. This made Louise feel even more alone and scared. She had told her parents she wished to learn to wield a bow. But they wouldn't stand for that. "You are beautiful, Louise. Once you marry a man, he can protect you." But Louise didn't want to grow up to be a flower, a beautiful thing, but useless. She kept asking and asking until her father had finally said, "Fine! But you may not live under my roof." And he had sent her away, with no money, only the clothes on her back and a book. She had worked in an inn for a while, then bought a bow and some more clothes and left for Reglay, where they were rumored to have an excellent archery school. But even now as she looked at the busy streets, her father's words still hurt her.
She was looking around when suddenly she ran into someone. He was a tall man with light brown hair and..with a crest of royalty on his shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry," he said, looking down on her. "I didn't hear you coming, so I just stood here..haha, like an immovable block on the road, eh?" Louise stared at him, terrified. "No need to be alarmed, I don't take this as an insult. I don't care much for the stuffy rules of Etruria royalty. I'm Marquess Reglay, and this is my son, Pent. Who might you be?"
"Um..uh, my name is Louise." She stuttered slightly, so nervous she could hardly breathe.
"Louise? That's a pretty name. Are you going to study archery?" he asked, noting her bow.
"Um..yes."
"Ah. Pent is working to become a mage-or sage should I say?" He looked at his son with pride. Louise for a moment was wistful and wishing her parents had given her such a look when she had told them about wishing to be an archer. "Ah, Louise, may I ask how old you are?"
"Um..fourteen last month, sir."
"Hmm. So you are two years younger than Pent. Speaking of.." He looked at his son. "Pent, you've been quiet. Usually you are much more talkative. Do you not have some bit of miscellaneous knowledge to share? Or is it that in the presence of such beauty you dare not speak?"
Louise blushed a furious red and stared at the ground. Pent blushed slightly and said, "Ah, father, I was just observing the city."
The marquess shrugged. "So it be. Well, Louise, thank you for you presence and kindness. But now, Pent and I must move on. Come along Pent."
As they walked away, Pent threw one last glance at her over his shoulder.
K.K. Slider: Are you sure about that?
Author: No, not really. But Can't I have fun every now and then?
K.K. Slider: No.
Author: Eh? Ah, well. Okay, this is basically a corny love story, about all my favorite couples of Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword. So if you want to loosen up, then this is your story!
K.K. Slider: Whoo. Anyway, she doesn't own Fire Emblem! No owny of emblem!
Author: Enough. Let's get started.
~Prologue: Love at First sight (sort of, anyways) ~
Louise hugged her bow to her chest as she looked around the center city of Reglay (please, tell me how to spell it!). There were many people walking through the city, friends talking, merchants yelling all the positive aspects of their products. This made Louise feel even more alone and scared. She had told her parents she wished to learn to wield a bow. But they wouldn't stand for that. "You are beautiful, Louise. Once you marry a man, he can protect you." But Louise didn't want to grow up to be a flower, a beautiful thing, but useless. She kept asking and asking until her father had finally said, "Fine! But you may not live under my roof." And he had sent her away, with no money, only the clothes on her back and a book. She had worked in an inn for a while, then bought a bow and some more clothes and left for Reglay, where they were rumored to have an excellent archery school. But even now as she looked at the busy streets, her father's words still hurt her.
She was looking around when suddenly she ran into someone. He was a tall man with light brown hair and..with a crest of royalty on his shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry," he said, looking down on her. "I didn't hear you coming, so I just stood here..haha, like an immovable block on the road, eh?" Louise stared at him, terrified. "No need to be alarmed, I don't take this as an insult. I don't care much for the stuffy rules of Etruria royalty. I'm Marquess Reglay, and this is my son, Pent. Who might you be?"
"Um..uh, my name is Louise." She stuttered slightly, so nervous she could hardly breathe.
"Louise? That's a pretty name. Are you going to study archery?" he asked, noting her bow.
"Um..yes."
"Ah. Pent is working to become a mage-or sage should I say?" He looked at his son with pride. Louise for a moment was wistful and wishing her parents had given her such a look when she had told them about wishing to be an archer. "Ah, Louise, may I ask how old you are?"
"Um..fourteen last month, sir."
"Hmm. So you are two years younger than Pent. Speaking of.." He looked at his son. "Pent, you've been quiet. Usually you are much more talkative. Do you not have some bit of miscellaneous knowledge to share? Or is it that in the presence of such beauty you dare not speak?"
Louise blushed a furious red and stared at the ground. Pent blushed slightly and said, "Ah, father, I was just observing the city."
The marquess shrugged. "So it be. Well, Louise, thank you for you presence and kindness. But now, Pent and I must move on. Come along Pent."
As they walked away, Pent threw one last glance at her over his shoulder.