The battle quickly degraded the second Chrom dropped dead… by Robin's hand. It killed Severa internally, not seeing Chrom die, but seeing her father so far gone. He was Robin no longer, but Grima. She wanted to lash out, get him back, but they were forced to retreat. Perhaps she was too young, she failed to defend her father and now her one rock in this entire world is gone. Part of her wanted to give Grima-Robin that letter, maybe it would bring him back, but she and the others were already long gone by the time she recovered enough rational thinking for that to cross her mind.

"We need to get back to Ylisstol," Came one of the Shepherds, Severa spared a glance to see Frederick holding the Fire Emblem, "Then take Lucina to Mount Prism."

The woman in question stood in the training grounds, wielding her father's inherited blade, Falchion. "We still need…" Lissa starts.

"I SAID!" The nearby Shepherds jumped in place when a voice came out of nowhere, "GAIUS GAVE ME THE LAST STONE!" Oh, Kellam.

"Kellam?" Lissa asks, "Gods, we thought..."

"How did he get it?" Sumia asks, "Rob… Grima has it."

"He gave his life for it… for us to have a chance." Kellam is no longer yelling since people are actually paying attention.

A somber moment follows, another death. They already lost so many, do they even have the manpower to attack the Fell Dragon? Even if they can get Lucina's blade empowered by Naga, they still need a proper force to reasonably engage with fa… Grima. 'No, father is gone.' Severa leaves for the war tent and all but locks herself in there, standing in the same place her father would.

The details on the map make almost no sense to her, but there is an air of comfort as she assumes the stance her father would when looking over maps. Minutes pass as she looks at the foreign details when she notices that a wet spot starts forming on it… 'Gods, I'm actually…' She never shed tears for her mother or even around her, father was the only one who saw this vulnerable display. She pushed herself away from the table and tied the flap shut before sitting in one of the chairs.

She looked over the room hundreds of times, maybe for hours before succumbing to exhaustion.


"Severa? Severa!" She startles as she hears shouting, "Gods woman, if you don't get up…" Oh, Frederick.

She reluctantly rises and unties the flap, Frederick and Lissa are both there. "What?" She spits out.

"We're…" The Great Knight starts, but Lissa stops him.

"We agreed I would take it from here."

"...Right." He takes a breath before bowing, "My apologies."

She gives him a small smile before letting herself in, "Hey!" She greets with forced enthusiasm.

"What is it?" She demands again, as curt as before.

"Well… we were worried about you." The last Ylissean royal, who isn't a child, frowns.

'No, I don't want their pity…' Her own scowl makes Lissa's frown seem like a smile, "Oh sure, it takes me losing my parents before anyone bothers with me." She flinches from her outburst.

"I…" She starts, "We always were, we cared about everyone, it's just…"

Gods, she hates this type of roundabout… "If none of you can bring him back to me. Then. Leave. Me. Alone."

"We need you on the front lines, Severa." Frederick re-enters, "Cherche hasn't returned from her scouting mission, Yarne is missing, Henry and Tharja left in the direction of the Dragon's Table, Stahl and Sully succumbed to their wounds this morning, and Gregor left in favor of 'A battle he can actually win'."

"What happened to me being 'too young'?" She counters.

"I never made such a statement. I know you can fight, and that is all that matters."

'He didn't say it right… not like father would.' "Fine!" She all but shouts, "Wherever you 'need' me to fight." She used the tone that would signify she is done talking.

But they weren't her father and as such, didn't get the hint, well, Frederick left, but that was because he got what he came for. "Severa, if you want to talk…" Lissa starts.

"Are you Robin?" The venom never left the red-hair's mouth. The other startles as she saw her eyes glisten from tears, "Then no, I don't want to talk to you… or anyone besides my father." The princess left and Severa sighed, it's barely even the start of the day and she is already emotionally drained with her patience almost gone. "Father…"


Sleep was hard to obtain, even in her father's workspace. To be fair, the smell of paper and ink settled her down some, but it wasn't enough. An actual cot might help, but unless it was in here, then she didn't want to use it. Her eyes dart from the flap, to her father's table, to the hidden blade that she knows her father kept in that one spot under both the map and table. She shivered as the dagger's steel suddenly sounds quite tempting.

'I will bend time and space for you…' She curls up tighter on the floor, 'Can't do that if you're under Grima's influence…' Severa gets up and moves the map, then opens the hidden latch. A simple steel dagger greets her, she deftly takes it and returns to the spot on the ground. She tests the sharpness on the desk next to her, it easily cuts through the wood. Her eyes water as she gently pulls up her sleeve, all the way to her shoulder.

She takes in a deep breath and brings the blade to a spot right below her shoulder, then slowly pulls down, leaving a shallow cut all the way to her elbow. Blood runs down all the same, yet there was almost no pain, 'Too light.' She brings it up once more, moves it several inches over and steadies her breathing once more… then starts whimpering as she cuts slightly deeper, the pain providing her with a sick sense of relief. 'Still too light.' She scolds herself even as her arm feels cold. One more, a third cut slides down, still going deeper. She gasps in pain and bites her tongue hard enough to rip into it. 'Still nothing compared to what mother did to both father and me.' Her breathing became shallower as a pool of blood starts to form.

Severa drops the knife and gets up, her arm hanging by her side, bleeding profusely. She grabs the spare vulnerary in one of the drawers and mends the cut…

Maybe just one more.