Severa was the only one who wasn't born before Walhart's invasion, she had that 'honor' after it ended. Which puts her around two years younger than all the other 'Child' Shepherds. Still, that didn't stop the rumors of her father's exploits against the seemingly superior war machine…
And not a single Shepherd joked about just how strong Walhart's army is. It seems like every battle with his troops has the Shepherds just barely scraping by. They recently liberated a small town, a waste of time and resources, as her father puts it.
And day to day tensions are rising, not just from the stress of this war, but also between Robin and Chrom. The latter wishes to go and free every village they come across, while the former wants to 'cut off the head of the snake'.
"I am told it was like this then, too." Lucina comments one day as the 'children' Shepherds huddled around a Mess Hall table. The future princess takes a bite out of the rations.
"We'll make it through." Gerome simply states.
"There's no doubt about that," Inigo says with a smile, "I mean, the Shepherds did it last time, and that was without an extra set of hands."
Severa gets up and walks away, just being near Chrom's children for too long is enough to disgust her. She decides to graze by the war room. "Another village was razed by bandits…" She overhears Chrom say.
"And if we don't kill Walhart, all of Ylisse will be trampled over." The Grandmaster counters, "Everyday we spend on helping a town is another that Walhart has to build his army. Look at our Shepherds! They are getting weary, more mistakes are being made from all of these optional battles we're dealing with."
"I refuse to stoop down that low, Robin. These people need someone to look up to."
Severa hears a book slam on the table, "Fine! You're the commander, BUT! When, not if, but when the day comes that we lose someone important, it. Will. Be. On. You." Her father barges out of the tent, completely livid.
"Robin! Gods…" Chrom follows, though it seems neither of them saw her.
Severa lets out a sigh of relief as the latest battle ends, 'Who the hell would fight on the roots of a giant tree!?' Her legs are sore from the constant uneven battlefield and Morgan doesn't seem to be faring much better. Yet, despite the victory, there is an uneasy silence.
"He deserved it." Morgan comments.
"What happened?" Severa asks, then Morgan points towards none other than Chrom, who has fallen to his knees, his Falchion has been carelessly discarded.
"Mother!" Lucina is by his side, followed by Inigo. 'Oh, Olivia died… a shame, she was the most tolerable.'
"Chrom, we need to…" Robin starts.
"She's dead…" The Exalt interrupts, "Gods, my wife…"
The coldness never left her father, "Yes, it's horrible, tragic. I told you. Let's move."
"How can you…?" Lucina stands to face him…
And within seconds, Morgan and Severa are beside their father. "If you lay even a finger on our father." Morgan scowls.
"I just want to know why!" She pushes.
"No… he's right." Chrom slowly gets up and retrieves the legendary sword, "Robin is always right… we need to keep moving." His voice is hollow, dead as he all but drags his feet towards the stairs that will lead to the Voice of Naga. Lucina and Inigo follow closely behind him…
Cordelia wasn't too far behind, either.
Robin and Severa are lying in their tent, "I told that thick-skulled idiot…" He sighs. "And now his wife is dead."
"And Cordelia is trying to court him." Morgan enters. "Already." She then ties the flap.
"Unsurprising." Severa rolls her eyes.
"Olivia died only a few hours ago…" Robin points out, "Gods, I didn't realize she was that bad."
"Let's just focus on the next thing." Morgan suggests.
Their father nods, "Right, well we need two more gemstones, which we will find in due time. But first, we need to make haste for Walhart's stronghold. The sooner we kill him, the better."
"Then we can focus on the third war with the Grimleal?" Severa asks.
"Yep." There is a tinge of… something in his voice
"Father?" She frowns, "I swear, if you are…"
"I'm not." He pauses, "I'm just curious as to what your Robin's plans are."
"We can worry about that when we get there." Morgan states.
Robin nods, "Right, one war at a time." Several minutes pass in silence as a sort of peace overtakes the area. 'A normal family moment, something Cordelia never could offer.'
"If you two want to go at it, don't mind me." Morgan bluntly states.
"Morgan!" Robin gasps, a flush forming on his face.
She shrugs, "It's just… 'my' parents let me stay in, just to make sure Lucina didn't prance around and ruin my day… like she always would." She glances over at them, "It really doesn't bother me, spending time with you two is always wonderful."
"Robin?" Severa slowly asks.
"...I'll admit, I don't think I'm comfortable doing that just yet…" His eyes dart from Severa to Morgan.
"I would say the same, but if Lucina or the others…" She trails off.
"I know." Then he startles as she brings him into a kiss. "Oh, I didn't realize…" He flushes.
"With how tough these battles are, I…" Severa's eyes glisten.
He hesitates, "You brought something up last time…?"
Severa fidgets and bites her bottom lip. She glances over at the dagger… and catches a knowing smirk on Morgan. 'Gods… I let him do that with her watching, too?' Somehow that bolstered her courage, "Yes." She gets up and grabs the dagger.
"Severa?" He looks confused as she hands him the weapon.
Her breathing quickens as she climbs back in, "Cut me." Her face flushes.
He looks at the dagger, then her, "So… you were doing that for more than a form of relief?" She simply nods in response. "Only because it is what you want." He gently moves across her body before stopping near her thighs, 'So close,' He brings the knife down and she moans, though it is a simple, short one. 'Gods…!'
Somehow it feels hundreds of times better when he does it. "Haah, Robin…" She whimpers as he makes another shallow and delicate cut. Her core is burning for him, "Please…"
"Already?" He looks surprised, but works with her unspoken request regardless, he gently places the blade aside and climbs on top of her.
She wiggles as he slowly makes his way inside her, "Ahh!" She all but screams as a surge of both pain and pleasure hits her. 'Why was there…' Her internal question was answered as she sees Morgan wielding the knife, her face is flushed while her body is bare. Like Robin, she just made a shallow cut. It doesn't seem Robin had noticed her being there.
"Robin, haah, please…" She whimpers as another cut forms, 'This is just so…' , she climaxes.
He smiles as his face flushes, "I'm almost…" He pants as she has yet another. '...So blissful.' "S-Severa…" He finishes.
Severa feels the soothing effect of healing energy… Morgan can use staves? "Better?" Her daughter asks as she puts both the knife and staff away.
"I thought you were just going to…" Severa manages to get out.
She shakes her head, "I also help out." She puts her robe back on.
Gods, Severa has never had it better…
