The Sadness of the Askran Prince

by Subatomic Plays2026

Sharena was gone- Alfonse knew that; she died in front of his very eyes. He had lost hope- but he knew she would've wanted him to keep fighting, so he would. A short story about Book III in Fire Emblem Heroes.

4. Anna

Anna sighed, worry washing over her.

She was the commander of the Order of Heroes, and because of that, the death of one of her comrades was a weight thrown upon her- and even worse, it was the Askran Princess who died, the only one who was able to cheer up the heroes if something bad happened.

Now, none could smile again without her joy to cheer them up or raise up their morale. She didn't blame Eir- the princess had done nothing wrong- it was her mother who had done it, not her- but suspicion still lay.

She had watched the princess ever since she stepped inside the castle- but nothing wrong occurred; she only acted like any other: talk, eat, greet people in the morning, and train in the fields.

And that raised Anna's suspicion even more.

The princess of an enemy kingdom just coming, wanting to join and doing nothing wrong is just...strange to Anna's eyes.

She sighed, head gently slamming into the book she held in her hands. The book she read was about the enemy kingdom: Hel. After all, the commander needed as much information possible about it to win this war.

The frustration made her sleepy, and she played with her red hair with one of her fingers, gently curling it around her hand and soon letting it go. Her red eyes looked at the window, and she smiled at the rare sight.

Anna had never bothered to look at the sky in the night- and she regretted it now. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the dark sky along with the stars, and the sight was a beautiful one for the commander- but it did not cure the pain in her heart.

She growled, hands clenching into fists. Anna was still bothered by how many wars they fought in a row; first was with Embla, the second was with Muspell, and now Hel- the anger was hard to maintain.

Whenever they finished a war, another enemy would come and ruin their short time of peace.

But that was the least of her worries at the moment. Alfonse was what worried her the most- losing his sister was a nightmare come true for him. She watched him closely when he explained her death; the way his voice cracked and the tears that welled up in his sapphire eyes, the way his body shook was a rare sight for the commander- Alfonse was always calm, and seeing him in such a vulnerable state was not a usual thing the prince was ever seen doing.

And she was worried about her ally.