The streets of the capital was bustling with life. Sounds of advertisers selling their products to people who couldn't bargain for a lower price. The sight gave morgan a slight smile on the lips, watching a kid steal some food when the shop owner was distracted. He was sitting on a table bench outside a tavern nursing his drink. It wasn't new to him when he witnessed this, though his person was the who was stolen from. Not that he didn't have much to begin with aside from fruits he had picked up in the forest.

It was one way to tell which fruit was dangerous to or not. He didn't feel bad about it either when he found the boy's body being beaten to a pulp by other homeless children for the fruits. Survival here is much simpler than in the future he came from. There were plenty of fresh air, food, people that is the opposite of his future.

Darkness was all he had seen from the future. No sunlight to tell what is Morning, Noon, afternoon. Little critters were gone from extinction only those large creatures remain.

Morgan took a sip from his cup of Dragon Wisk careful not show how distasteful it was. It was bitter no matter how many times he sipped. Across from him sat Lucina who took a liking to Burton's beer which was surprisingly sweet. Both were not in a hurry since it seem the storms of war has yet to brew of late.

News of the persecution of Families spread out in a wild fire the next afternoon. Seemingly, most of the families were council members who were in for the Exalt's head. There were evidence found about their involvement. Some of them denied it, stating they were framed. Other pead for mercy that fell on deaf ears, excluding the exalt who was busy trying to listen to their absurb reasoning.

Morgan shook his head knowing that it will get her killed someday. That never ending kindness and second chances gets him riled up with anger. Then again, ruling a country out of fear seems illogical as well.

How does one rule a country? Is there a right way to do so? Those questions puzzled Morgan much more than he thought. His eyebrows furrowed gaining Lucina's attention from whatever she was doing. She had seen that expression many times, usually when it comes to planning strategies or when he was in his own world. His focus was sharper than her Falchion which she was thankful for during occasions.

Like that one time she was in the middle of changing her clothes as he walked right in.

Lucina laid down her cleaned dryed clothes. The one she wore had stains of pie on it. Earlier that day, a group of kids ran into her while she was walking back from a bakery, pie in hand. Now that she thought about it, it was very idiotic of her not to put it in a bag but she wanted that pie. The pie she holds in her hand wasn't a lie, oh how she missed her Mother Rhubarb and Fiddle-head pie.

At that moment, one of the kids accidentally bumped into her while chasing another. It splattered onto her chest and slid down her tunic. Needless to say, she wasn't angered by it much but was more concerned with the child's safety. The mother of the child came onto the scene and scold the child while apologizing. She insisted on paying for another one but, Lucina shook her head at the mother. She was fine, nobody was hurt except for the pie of course but didn't dwell on it. It was another unlucky day for her it seems.

Lucina took off her tunic revealing her bust slightly wrapped in bandages. She didn't constrict them anymore since her gender was revealed. Her body had scars here and there that brought back a memory. Most of them were not pleasant that made her shudder in thought.

Morgan choose that moment to open the door absent minded, focusing on the book in his hands. He didn't notice Lucina until she screamed, throwing a book at him.

"Get out!"

"Ow! Why are you-?" He didn't finish his sentence and closed the door rubbing his face. Mainly his nose that might be cracked from the impact.

"Don't come in! Stay out there until I said so!" He heard her ordered through the door, followed by shuffling of sounds. Morgan stood there confused and waited until she opened the door. When she did, she was red from either embarrassment or anger, he couldn't tell. Her arms crossed her chest waiting for an explanation from him, which confused him more.

"I expect more from you Mor'ie but all I see is a pervert now. Who would of expected you to walk into a room with someone of your opposite gender in the middle of changing." Lucina scold at him, tapped her forearm impatiently. "And without knocking none the less!"

Morgan's face changed from confusion to embarrassment in a matter of seconds. He slowly backed away from her, bowing his heas in apology and made his escape away from her. Though, he did trip on the way out which brought a slight smile to her lips.

When he did come back that night, he told her he didn't see anything. He was so focused on his work that he didn't bother knocking or noticing her until she screamed. Lucina felt guilty afterwards apologising to him about the incident. Now, Morgan made sure to knock on the doors before entering.

Though he didn't know that he could fluster the princess. Usually she is very composed during harsh situations but you learn something new everyday. Lucina is after all Human unlike himself who taken more 'Innocent' lives. He scoffed at the word innocent. That term doesn't apply to anyone in his case. He had yet to see what innocent is or meet someone of innocence.

A hand waved infront of his face snapping himself out of his own world. He looked up to see a man with purple hair wearing Hero Equipment smirking down at him. Who then squeezed his nose and pulled it like an elastic band.

"Ow! Lest, I need this to smell." Morgan grunted in pain, trying to loosen the grip on his nose.

"Smell What exactly?" The man called Lest said innocently, tugging a bit harder. Lucina jumped to his rescue, slapping Lest's hand off his nose. She grabbed his hand, bending it backwards as he fell on one knee in pain.

"Aaagh! please let go." Lest pleaded. Lucina wasn't having none of that and continued on. She stopped when Morgan laid his hand on her shoulder shaking his head. Letting go of the hand, she crossed her arms at Lest and glared at him.

"You know a simple greetings would be non violent Lest but, you do deserve that." Morgan scold the man that was cradling his hand. "Now what do you need from your old traveling partner?"

"I can't mess with you like old times? That's pretty harsh Mor but you didn't have a woman as a friend then." Lest said sulking, then turned to Lucina introducing himself . "Admiral Lestel the wandering Hero Milady. No need to introduce yourself, I know who you are."

Lest sat down huddling closer to the two and spoke in hush tones. "I'm sure you heard about the noble families correct? They have secretly gathered an army."

Lucina was alarmed about this but kept silent indicating him to continue. "With Plegia declaration of war at the border, the families took control of what they can gather up. Even the Merchants are slowly siding with them without Em- I mean the exalt's approval."

"Somehow this doesn't suprise me. Most of the Ylissen Heads of council we're supporters of the previous exalt which led the genocide of Plegians." Morgan interrupted, gathering up his thoughts. "With Merchants on their side the exalt stopped trade with Plegia. Trade is heavy for them in use but with a halt in trade means their moral will surely fall down. After all, Plegia is a wealthy county via trade than producing some of their resources."

"Indeed! Remember, Valm has a peace treaty with Plegia so most of their supplies are from Valm. This war seems to be in preparation though her Grace will see another way out of it." Lest chipped in eagerly waiting for more of Morgan's thoughts. Lucina blinked at the two who seemed to work well together in times of war, very well that is. Though they are right with the situation when she thinks about it. Politics were not her forte but it comes with it as exalt.

"They haven't convinced the heads of the Merchantry Four to switch to their side as of yet. They still support her grace as well as checking with those who sneaked supplies."

"Sounds like you had quite the adventure gathering all this up Les. How about those families held prisoner in the castle?"

"Oh, those guys? Believe it or not someone left an anonymous message for her grace for an investigation. Turns out some of the assassins was staff of the households. One thing led to another and you get that."

Morgan frowned sipping his drink, relaying the information in his head once more. "The stoppage of trade will cause ruckus but if someone cut off the supplies from overseas." His thoughts turned to form a plan if his mother didn't have one.

"How about reinforcements from Valm? Will they be providing any for Plegia to borrow." He asked.

"Nope. I think when the war does starts Valm will be on defense and cut off the treaty. What great allies they are." Lest answered before getting up to leave. "That's all I can share for now Mor, got to go buy snacks for my lady."

That seemed make Morgan roll his eyes at Lest. Last time he was in a relationship it ended with a fish on his pants. "Just when did you get a significant other?"

"Hey, no need to say it like that but just a while ago. I'll tell you about it when I can."

Lest left the couple in a hurry leaving a dust trail behind him. Morgan coughed as the dust got into his drink and nose. Lucina turned to Morgan asking where Lest got his information from. He just shrugs at her saying that he has connections and all the like.

"His information is very useful to the events of the future as well." She thought to herself. She remembers Frederick telling her that when her father took the throne an army of volunteers waited for him. They lacked training but the roar in numbers overwhelmed the battlefield.


Emmeryn sat at her desk signing documents with Phila at her side taking half the stack of workload. She was forever grateful of the pegasus knight's help with the workload as well as proofreading.

"Milady, I think that this maybe enough for today. I'm sure you need sleep for tomorrow's preparation to leave early in the morning." Phila said, stacking up documents and tidying up the desk. Emmeryn gave a small smile in relief thanking the knight for her help. Phila just shook her head, saying that it was a knight's job to help her lady in anyway she can.

The Pegasus knight led Emmeryn to her room and bid her a good night before leaving to patrol the floors. The exalt sat on her bed rubbed her forehead trying to rid of the migraine. She slowly changed into her night gown and got into her bed. Rest was something she wanted but her body seems to tell her otherwise.

"You look pretty dead there Emmery."

She jumped at the voice and turned towards her bedroom window. There stood a man with short purple hair wearing a dark grey mercenary outfit minus the armor guard. His face covered by a mask with a neck accessory attached to a device that trailed up left his ear. He carried a bag sweets with him.

"What, do I have something on my face?" He asked removing his mask. She smiled at him when she recognized his face. The Mercenary stood there confused, his eyebrows furrowed making the exalt chuckle at the sight. Emmeryn sat up from her bed and patted the space next to her. He only just blinked at her still puzzled at her indication. "I wanted to visit earlier since my recovery but Lady Maribelle told me you were busy."

"Shush for a second and sit here Lest." She ordered, watching him following her order. When he did as he was told Emmeryn laid her head on his shoulder. Lest wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. He gently kissed her forehead which she welcomed with a kiss of her own on his lips.

"Welcome Home."


A/N : Hey, Thanks for 2,220 Views as well as Reviews and favs! Sorry for the delay in chapter. I had writers block for a while so I'm sorry! This can be seen as a filler chapter but it has some progress with stuff. Oh! I revised somethings here and there so please re-read the chapters to see the changes. Dragon Whisk = Fire Whiskey, Burton Beer = Butter Beer, HP anyone? Also, wall of italics is flashback but I can change that if you're confused

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