Hey there, Bitsar back once again. I actually had meant to update this two weeks ago, but certain things came up that prevented me from doing so. Those certain things being that I became sick one weekend, then had a life crisis the next. Interestingly enough both happened on the weekend, so here we are now. The wait until the next chapter won't be as long despite College intervening as I was able to still continue writing during the weekdays, so the next chapter is almost done. I'd expect that within a week or two.

Onto an interesting problem, I actually wanted to ask the many of you a unique question, and that's about Emmeryn. Last chapter was interesting to write due to the issue of trying to find a foothold between Emmeryn being willing to defend her nation, and her pacifist ways. A problem I had with Awakening was her character slightly, in that she was at no point prepared to defend herself despite being an upgraded unit, a Sage. She can use healing magic and offensive magic, yet she was never at any point willing to actually defend the people of her nation, so I have come across a crossroads. This is an AU first and foremost so most possibilities are within reason, which is why I ask you all a question.

One, what do you think of Emmeryn actually helping to defend the people of Ylisse rather than sitting behind the Shepherds. The issue becomes that she shatters this pacifist facade that she has brought for herself, yet it creates an interesting character study and breakdown that I can follow through with.

The second issue I come across is her fate within the story. Unless you are someone who has randomly come across this story for no reason other than a drunken stupor on a Wednesday morning, you know what happens to Emmeryn. I could have her survive the event (not losing her memory but still suffering injury), but the question then becomes who remains the ruler of Ylisse? It would ruin Chrom's character advancement if he didn't become Exalt, yet what would Emmeryn do? Just stick around? She'd be recognized everywhere.

I'll figure it out one way or another, but I would like the input of you all. Leave a suggestion in the review section and I'll factor that into the overall decision. Generally I'm not a fan of polls simply because just selecting "Option A" or "Option B" doesn't give me enough constructive ideas to put forth. Anyway, thank you all for tuning in once again and sticking around. Shorter chapter this time around, but next will be much longer. Enjoy.


Henry dusted off his pants as he hopped off the formal carriage and stretched out his thin frame, glancing up towards the still-beating sun and giving it a warm smile. Hey, for once the sun is over me and my skin doesn't feel like melting off! Nyahaha! Henry gave a brief wave towards the carriage and out hopped his friend (and escort) Gaius, following close behind him. Henry gave him a confused look as Gaius let out a yawn, and he shrugged in response. Maybe he didn't sleep well? Surrounded by crows is the best way to sleep though!

He had to make this mission as quick as he could so he couldn't stick around, Robin needed him back immediately. His fellow white-haired mage explained that he needed to be transported back to Ylisse once again, but with significantly more planning and preparation. Despite visiting the enemy nation once, it looks like this Robin wouldn't be rendered flightless. Never mind patting himself on the back for another pun, it looked like he needed to secure support on the inside when it comes to his furthering his plan. He was meticulous, Henry gave him that. Every single scenario, every single potential hole was thought of and had a contingency plan instantly thought up for.

Henry probably would've been jealous of Robin's numerous abilities if he wasn't so potent with dark magic and hexing. Gangrel put Robin through grueling tests, from magic to swordplay, axes and spears. He was proficient in nearly everything he tried, and looked like he had formal training for each and every one. Oddly enough, he almost took of Gaius' head with the throwing axe he was handed. Axes seemed to be one of the few things Robin seemed to fail at handling. Well, that and any throwing weapon that wasn't spear-based. The throwing axe went nowhere, throw-able swords fell flat on the ground with a dull thud, even small knives flew way outside their target zone. Only the javelins were able to hit their mark, and luckily he was more than decent with them. Robin was also good with dark magic and even a little bit of hexing, but he was nowhere near the level Henry was. It as a pride point for him!

Without a word Henry began his trek into the woods, Gaius tailing further behind him and taking a less lighted path. For once Henry didn't feel like cracking a joke, simply basking in the nature of Ylisse's lush forestry was enough for him. His crows chirped back and flew above him, celebrating the open air. Sure he had his mission, but he could still enjoy himself while getting there right? It's not like there's anything like this in Plegia and until they enact their plan he wouldn't get to immerse himself in this all the time.

Despite the happy atmosphere he tentatively flipped a page or two of a tome hidden within his coat, making sure he knew he had exactly the right spell primed just in case things turned messy. While he preferred things messy, he had special orders from Robin to keep things as civil as possible, and to only use force if no other solution was present. Normally he'd be a little upset over that fact but Robin promised him at least a little bit of conflict in the near future. He'd be able to deal with that for now, since Robin was his buddy. He hated to taint the beautiful forests of Ylisse with Plegian dark magic, and hey! Blood is fun, but he can't die just yet. Later sure, but not now. Too many things to do, dogs to pet!

The deeper he went into the forest, the quieter it got. The atmosphere seemed to change dramatically, the singing birds all but fell off the world as he trotted through the overgrow vines. It was almost like stepping into a different world, to see everything so green and pure turn into something along the lines of a frightful play. He knew why of course, but to see his own crows fly away to the outside of the forest was a little disconcerting. He carefully moved through the path, taking notice of the paw-like tracks that ran a rampage on the soil. He was on the right track that was for sure and unless a dog grew quadruple its size, he knew what was coming.

After examining the tracks and rummaging through the brief knowledge he had about tracking that he had learned from Gaius, he was able to conclude that the tracks were fairly recent. It looks like the Taguel has been hunting solely in this forest and avoiding any physical contact with hunters. Well if the body they had found on the road earlier was any indication, looks like the Taguel had at least some contact!

Moving what looked to be a purposefully placed branch out of the way, Henry found what looked to be a clearing, with a smoldering flame still present. He moved silently, thanking his spell book silently for the muffled movement hex he put on himself. With only bleeding from the ears as a side effect for just a minute, it was a great find! As he got closer, he saw what looked at first to be a human sleeping by the camp but the closer he got he realized the "human" actually had fur all over their body, especially on the extremities. Moving a bit closer to see the large ears dropped over the creatures shoulders confirmed that he had finally found the Taguel. Her face looked stressed, even in sleep. Well, he might as well wait for her to wake up!

Waving briefly to Gaius to throw him some sweets, a small white cube flew out from the trees and into Henry's hand. Popping it on a nearby stick and holding it over the flame, he hummed himself a tune as he waited for his soon-to-be-friend to wake up. It took a few minutes, but soon enough the Taguel slowly lifted up her head, sleepily glancing towards her visitor. It took her a brief minute for her to register what was happening, and her eyes shot wide. Henry looked over and gave a grin and a wave. "Hiya! Just waitin' for you to wake up." He plucked the now slightly charred cube off the stick and held it out to the creature, he looked at it with a confused expression before scrambling away and activating its Beaststone.

Henry watched in awe as the human-sized creature was engulfed in light briefly before being replaced with a 6 and a half foot tall rabbit creature. It released a distorted roar, what Henry could only assume was an intimidation tactic, before it began to stare him down. He tilted his head and gave it a disarming grin which only looked to anger it further. It ran back briefly and began to charge at Henry.

He shot up at once, pocketing his marshmallow in a swift movement before casting the spell he had prepped in his coat. Spectral hands shot up from the ground engulfed in a shadow-like aura and grasped onto the legs of the beast. It struggled and trashed but the spell hold tight, she was bound. It roared as it continued to thrash, and Henry let loose a whistle. It winced at the noise before glaring at him.

"Do it, Manspawn!" It commanded, still struggling against its bonds. "You've found the last of the Taguel, let me die with my pride!" Henry tilted his head, and began to cackle. One of his crows (Charleston he had named it) landed back on his shoulder, pecking him in the head a few times. He continued laughing as he swatted at Charleston, who after a bit just settled for sitting on his head.

"Why would I kill you?" He questioned, smiling at the Taguel. "That transformation was awesome! Not enough blood but the flash of light was cool, nyahaha!" The creature also tilted its head at him, but never let go of its sneer. "Actually, I was sent here! I wanted to talk with ya, since animals seem to like me the most out of my friends. Birds of a feather and all that, you know?" It continued to thrash, and Henry let loose a slight sigh but nevertheless kept the smile up. "What if I told you the Exalt was in danger?"

The creature suddenly looked very panicked and stopped thrashing. The panicked expression left the moment it was there, and it stared at him with apprehension. "What are you planning, Manspawn?" It questioned. "What do you gain from giving me this information?" Henry sat down next to the fire.

"Well first things first, mind telling me your name so ya don't murder me?" Henry laughed. "Plus if you do that, I don't have to keep the bonds up. They're really taxing ya know?" The Taguel sighed in its oddly reverberating voice.

"My name is Panne, Manspawn." It ground out. Henry smiled and stopped the bonds, and the dark energy dissipated. Henry let loose a "whew" as his muscles finally relaxed. The creature still didn't move, transforming back into its human form. It moved forward with a menacing look on its face. "When and where?" Panne demanded, glaring at the scholar. "When is she in danger?" Henry closed the gap and handed her a folded piece of paper.

"Two weeks from now, at the royal castle. The paper is a map of the castle and the purple line is a hole in the outer wall that's covered by a small brush." Henry explained, renewing his constant humming. "Use that to sneak in and help us protect the Exalt."

"How do you know what the other Manspawn are planning?" She interrogated.

"Well technically we're the ones who are planing it, nyahaha! We just plan to well, stop it at the same time. It's an odd, complicated process, but just know my buddy is doing his best to protect the exalt's life, even going so far as to commit treason! Nyahaha, fun ain't it?"

Panne stared blankly at the Plegian in front of her. Henry couldn't exactly read her expression, it almost looked like she was sizing him up, trying to find out if he was genuine or not. If he was to guess, she wanted to just attack him and get it over with, but for some reason she stood her ground. Her expression shifted over and over after she digested the information, from anger, to confusion, to what almost looked like exasperation. She folded her arms and eventually just settled on glaring at him. Her glared furthered when Henry failed to hide his giggles.

"I can't find any reason to distrust you." She grumbled angrily, still looking ready to punch the scholar. "If you wanted to have killed me you had the perfect opportunity too, and to have ended the Taguel legacy right there. My pelt was yours if you truly wanted it." Henry almost looked like he was ready to gasp. He shook his head vigorously.

"Why would I do that?" He blurted, having not even thought of the position he had over the Taguel previously. Henry pulled both of his hands up above his head to admit his innocence. "The forest is more of my friend than humans are, I'm only traveling with Robin and Gaius because they've been nice to me!" Henry's eyes never opened, but Panne was able to figure out that his attitude became significantly more serious. "If I had been there when the Taguel Hunts were happening, I would have slaughtered every single one of the humans myself and painted this grass crimson." Henry briefly saw the fur on Panne's arms prickle upwards but other than that had no reaction immediately. Eventually she ended up nodding in what Henry could only describe as mutual respect.

"You do not smell like the other Manspawn." Panne admitted, shoulders sagging and letting go of the tension she had in her shoulders. She still eyed him warily, but he could tell the blatant distrust that she held for him on first meeting was suddenly gone. He didn't exactly know why, but he wasn't about to question it. If anything, they were birds of a feather! "You smell of animals, corvids in particular. Magic and nature permeates around you, and it is not like the smell of most Manspawn." She shifted uncomfortably, rubbing an uneasy arm against her shoulder despite keeping up a brave face. Henry guessed that she hadn't confided in anyone recently that could truly speak back since only humans could respond but most didn't match a scent she liked. "Most humans smell of steel and anger, specifically soldiers. Some smell of flowers, other of gold but all tend to give off fear and apprehension. I can smell nothing like that from you." Henry nodded excitedly. She sighed and shook her head. "The Exalt once saved my life, and I shall repay in kind. I thank you, Manspawn." She took on a contemplative look as she stared confusedly at the Plegian. "How did you know that I would listen upon your request to help the Exalt? How did you know the nature of my debt?"

The boy gave a brief shrug. "A little birdie told me. Said there were rumors of the past that Her Grace had saved a Taguel from poachers. We didn't know if it was real, so it was a gamble. Lucky us it was true!" Henry flashed a cheeky grin toward Panne and held out his hand. She stared at his hand in confusion. "Oh, do you not know what a handshake is? It's pretty self explanatory! We just sorta shake hands, like we agreed on something or out of just, ya know, being friends!" Panne stared at him. Henry continued to hold his hand out in anticipation.

A roll of the eyes later and a half-smile from the Taguel confirmed it as she took his hand and Henry shook it up and down vigorously. She was taken back at first at how aggressive he was with it but eventually returned it in favor. They eventually broke off and if Henry were honest, believed he might've just made another friend.


Robin landed gracefully from the small drop the teleportation had left him at. Brushing off the lower half of his coat, his mind was in an entirely different place than when he was briefly teleported. Quickly shoving his body against the nearest wall, to which he could only guess led directly inside the castle from the courtyard he was placed in, he began to examine his surroundings.

The courtyard was just as lush as the fields he visited not too long ago, minus the fire flying across the sky. The pathway was paved in perfectly sculpted cobblestone, decorated along the sides with flowers of colors he hadn't even thought he'd seen before. Granted, he worked in a desert and had no memories, but that was besides the point. It spanned all the way towards the outer walls, each of which had an archway of stone slabs guarded by two Ylissean Knights. He slinked against the wall a bit more, trying his hardest to make himself scarce. Ignoring the terrible things that could potentially happen to him if he was caught by one of them, he searched the courtyard.

His eyes landed on a small kid with an overly large, blue cap who looked, if body language was anything to go by, severely upset. He seemed to be ranting at someone who had their back turned and was walking away at a swift pace. Inching closer along the wall, Robin took a sharp intake as he realized Chrom was actually the one he was complaining too! Chrom shouted something back at him with a slightly exasperated expression before turning away with finality, leaving the kid in shock. The kid stomped a few times but then slumped and began to walk back towards Robin's direction.

The tactician's mind was moving a mile a minute. Who was this kid? Was he a shepherd? Just how influential was he within the group, or with the Ylisseans in general? He seemed to have some close connections to Chrom at the very least, especially if he could complain to the blue-blood without getting skewered then and there. Maybe he's who I'm looking for. He can get me to her. Robin moved as a shadow along the white, stone walls, motioning closer and closer to the unnamed kid without making himself seen.

After what felt like forever trying to get closer to the slowly sulking boy, Robin was able to sneak up behind him. Praying to whatever gods there were out there that he wouldn't be sentenced to hell for this, he wrapped an arm around his the kid's mouth and another around his chest, pulling tight. The kids eye's flew wide and has struggled to pry Robin's arms from his mouth, failing to do so. Robin pulled tighter, a signal to get him to stop struggling, and luckily the kid took it. Robin leaned close to his ear and cleared his throat, feeling the kid shiver in fear.

"Sorry about the rude introduction, but I need you to keep a secret, only for a week or so." Robin said quietly. The kid was shocked still. "Can I trust you to keep a secret? I need your help." The kid nodded, and Robin sighed briefly. He let go, and the kid fell to his knees and coughed. He turned to glare at his assailant.

"What do you need?" He demanded, knowing full well he wasn't in a position to ignore Robin's request. Robin in turned bowed, something he's picked up rather quickly while he was in Plegia. Turns out that was a thing that most Valmese did, and it turned out that those meetings with the politicians from across the seas were rubbing off on him.

"I apologize, but this truly does need to be kept a secret." Robin confessed, folding his arms as he stared at the grounded kid. "I need to speak with Her Grace. I saw you were speaking with Chrom and Frederick." Ricken's eyes once again shot wide at the name-drop. Robin noted the reaction. "I am a friend of Chrom's, but I can let him know I'm here. I gave him a signal awhile ago, but I cannot appear in front of him or his retainer right now. If you can, I need to speak to Emmeryn as soon as possible. Can you take me there? Also, what is your name?" The boy looked beyond pissed.

"My name is Ricken, intruder." Ricken looked conflicted at the request. Once again, he knew that the person in front of him held significantly more power, despite Ricken's magical prowess. He didn't have any spell tomes on him to retaliate, and this man was clearly armed if the bulge in his left coat pocket was any indication. The man could be lying, and if he was it could prove disastrous to the Exalt. Robin could trace his entire thought process, and lucky for him the mage eventually conceded and sighed.

"I'll lead you to her." He grunted, moving on without another word. Robin shrugged and followed him without a word. Leading him through the halls, they encountered confused guard after confused guard. Ricken pivoted out of each question and giving misleading answers and direction to get him past. Robin felt bad for essentially holding the kid hostage, but he really had no other choice. What would he have done otherwise? Asked him?

You know, if this kid is part of the shepherds that might have actually worked. If Chrom is anything to work off of, he probably would've just said sure and led me anyway. Robin broke out of his trance when Ricken suddenly stopped in rent of a rather indistinct door. Another annoyed glance and Robin and Ricken began to speak.

"This is the door to Emmeryn's study. She's supposed to be unbothered during this time, but you can blame yourself for that fact." Robin winced inwardly at the tone, but said nothing otherwise. He simply nodded while keeping his hood up. Ricken knocked on the door. "Her Grace, you have a visitor." There was a distinct hum coming from within the room.

"Come in." A peaceful voice beckoned. Robin took initiative and opened the door, putting a hand on Ricken's shoulder and shoving him inside as well. As soon as he stepped in Emmeryn shot to her feet, a surprisingly fierce expression on her face. She took an inherent step back, and Robin figured it was most likely because of his Grimleal cloak. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Grimleal. What are you doing in the royal castle? How did you get here?" Robin held up his hands in mock forfeit and removed his hood. Shaking his hair free, he held out an open palm.

"Pleased to meet you." Robin started, ignoring the urge to chuckle at the confused expression on the Exalt's face. "You may have heard of me from your brother Chrom, we've made quite the acquaintance recently." Emmeryn let loose a deep sigh and sat down in her chair, covering her face with a tired hand.

"You must be the chief adviser to King Gangrel." Emmeryn breathed, releasing all tension she felt. Ricken looked shocked and flipped his head between Her Grace and the mystery tactician, but otherwise said nothing. "I apologize, your markings caught me off guard and this has been a very long day for me."

"Paperwork?" Robin tilted his head. Emmeryn chuckled.

"Too much of such." She folded a few papers and pushed them aside, giving all her attention to her guest. "Should Ricken be present for this meeting? I do not know the nature of your visit." Robin shook his head and gave a slight nod to the kid.

"Yes, in fact the both of you are vital to this mission." Robin spoke, and shuffled through his coat. He pulled a small black glob from his pocket, and it seemed to pulsate with magical energy. Tossing it towards the door, it melded inside the framework and the outline flashed black. A loud locking mechanism was heard. "That should give us time uninterrupted. That'll project a false image of a soldier outside of the room. Hopefully that keeps anyone from bothering us." Emmeryn raised her eyebrows.

"A hex?" She questioned. Robin nodded. "Interesting. Just when will that expire?" Robin's eyes went wide with realization as he slowly glanced towards the door.

"Uh…" he blundered, realizing he actually made a mistake…for once. He would admit to the 'for once' part. "It should be over in a few minutes. If not I can dispel it…probably. Maybe. Hopefully." Emmeryn let loose a brief chuckle at his expense.

"For one with the monicker of a perfect tactician, that was an oddly elementary mistake." Robin gave her a flat stare. She sat back and folded her hands together, finally smiling towards Robin. "Alright, you have me. What do you require?" Robin moved forward and placed a few papers on her desk, maps of a hilly area on the border of Ylisse and Plegia. He waved for Ricken to move towards the desk.

"I'm assuming Chrom has relayed my message?" A nod. "Great, then you know Gangrel's overall intention. He's planned to declare war on you in about a week's time, and plans to do it here." Robin bit his lip in anger, but smothered the feeling. "I have no idea what his plan is, why we're here exactly, but he has a plan that he has not let anyone know of why. It pains me to tell you that I am not fully prepared for what he will end up doing here, but rather than putting a stop to it, I need a contingency plan." Emmeryn sagged.

"We are to be at war in a week…" Emmeryn looked genuinely upset, pained even. Robin could guess why. She had tried so hard to quell the pain her father left behind and to finally hope to establish peace. To know that her efforts in that field were all for nought was a crushing feeling, he could tell. "Go on, please." She almost sounded like she was begging, but he let it slide. He turned to Ricken.

"Ricken, are you a shepherd?" Ricken stood up straight and gave a cocky smile.

"You know it!" Ricken boasted, but he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and adjusted his hat. "Well, I am but Chrom hasn't let me on a mission yet. He still thinks I'm too young." He stomped his foot angrily. "I'll show him some day!" Robin chuckled, and reached inside his coat. He tossed a green book towards Ricken, and the boy fumbled with the book before catching it.

"This is an Elwind tome." Robin explained, and then pointed to the purple 'X' marked on the map on one of the highest hills. He did his best to ignore the look of awe Ricken was giving his book. "Due to the fact that we don't know what he's planning, I need unplanned backup for Ylisse. I can only assume he will state that he doesn't want the Ylissean army following Her Grace. Since the Shepherds aren't technically part of the military, you will be able to have them tag along. Chrom won't normally let you in on this mission, but I need you to tail them at a distance regardless. Your job is to stay in the sidelines, and if fighting were to break out to take out any wyvern riders that might aim for the Exalt." Robin paused. "Also I'm giving you the liberty to improvise. If he brings something that I have not talked about here and you see an opportunity to thwart it, do so. Got it?" Ricken shook his head up and down vigorously, and Robin patted the kid's hat down over his eyes with a bark of a laugh. "Good kid."

"So the reason you wished to see me to alert me to the immediate future, and to ensure my safety." Emmeryn smiled, and gave a melodic laugh that actually forced Robin to push down a blush. "I thank you for your time Sir Robin, I'm not sure how I would've reacted without this information." The smile itself threw Robin for a loop.

Okay, last thing you need to be doing Robin is thinking anything near indecent about not only the leader of an enemy nation, but the sister of the man you are working with. The mental lecture forced him back on focus. He returned to his neutral expression and pulled out another piece of paper, briefly looking it over before pocketing it again. "Well, the goal is to keep you safe but I have more information to report that may trouble you." Emmeryn nodded. "I can't tell you the nature of the issue simply because of the reaction will most likely make you…" Robin stopped. "Most likely panic. You're generally serene and I can tell that just from this meeting but it won't make you happy." Emmeryn held up a halting palm.

"Hold your secrets, oh mysterious tactician." She said calmly. Robin thought she doubted that she might panic because of the news but she at least trusted his word that he needed to keep it a secret for the time being. Well, he hoped anyway. The reality that he could easily just be captured and executed right now was easily seen. If not executed, then at least held for ransom. If he had a library and had some good food he didn't mind being a captive in a nicer place, but it generally wasn't his first plan. Maybe fourth.

Ricken jumped in on the conversation, feeling rather left out of the loop despite being in there for the entire meeting. "So all I need to do is follow your order and everything will be alright?" He asked innocently. Robin gave him a rather dour look despite the positive nature of the question.

"Most likely no." Robin answered grimly, making the boy deflate. "Look kid, the king would have absolutely no issue chopping off your head and putting it on a pike. He would do the same to every Ylissean." Ricken's face turned a ghostly pale. "Depending on how the meeting goes this could be a formal declaration of war, or someone could do something stupid. Including Chrom." A sigh to his right from the Exalt. "You have to be ready to defend yourself to the last breath. One wrong move, and you'll be a tombstone in the graveyard. This is war, and the purpose behind your question gives me the reason Chrom has yet to let you on the battlefield." Ricken's expression contorted in anger.

"I'm not a kid!" He shouted, unconsciously channeling magic throughout his body. The pages of the arcwind tome fluttered open dramatically, and Ricken stared wide-eyed at it, anger briefly forgotten in his confusion. Another bark of a laugh from Robin quickly washed away the confusion and instead placed a yearning for an answer from the man.

"Well that settles it!" He announced with mirth. "You're not just a kid, but a very powerful one at that. Use the opportunity I'm giving you and you might just find yourself on the traveling group of the shepherds." Pocketing his papers, he motioned towards the door, inspecting the lock before giving a really annoyed grunt of frustration. "Oh on Grima's soul…."

"What's wrong, Sir Robin?" Emmeryn questioned as he began to curse lowly at the hexed door.

"Oh nothing, just that my main dark mage who engineered this hex is a gods damned lunatic." He cleared his throat as he rather angrily leaned towards the door. "What do you call a bird from the early days of Plegia? A flapper." A click. Ricken stared in shock.

"You had to make a pun to undo the hex?!" He started to laugh loudly, nearly drowning out the quiet chuckles from the Exalt herself. Robin gave them a disapproving glare that he realized was going to only make them laugh harder.

"Not just any pun, a bird pun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have one last thing to do before the meeting to come in a week." Robin pulled a crow out of his hood, opened the door, and the crow flew. "Charleston, take us home." In a flash of light, Robin was gone just as he had came. Ricken's eyes bulged and ran towards the window, looking left and right before swinging around wildly to look at Emmeryn.

"He's just gone!" Ricken exclaimed in total shock. Emmeryn hummed softly.

"I think he left in a hurry because he was embarrassed."


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