This chapter I decided to do a little more exploring with a slightly different writing style. As you read you can probably tell the difference, and I hope that this style is an improvement from the old. On that note, happy reading!


The pale morning light poured in through the open veranda, casting golden rays over the large room adorned with all manners of things expensive. A lone figure stood elegantly, dressed lightly in a white blouse. The curtains fluttered gently as a cool breeze arrived, prompting the figure to walk out onto the porch. She took a deep breath as an exquisite vista lay before her eyes. The small shapes of each individual building fit together snugly, like the bricks that built the structure known as Ylisstol. Gazing beyond the horizon, a single thought floated into her head.

I wonder how they're doing…

A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned to head back inside. Arriving in front of a dresser, she picked up a hairbrush and began to slowly and systematically work on her long blonde hair. It was not long before a knock at the door interrupted, paired with a soft voice.

"Your Grace, a letter for you, sent by Lord Chrom."

Stopping what she was doing, the woman opened the door and accepted the letter held by a maid.
She smiled and gave a polite bow, quickly leaving. Inspecting the letter closely, the woman recognized the messy handwriting that read, "To Emmeryn". Not bothering to use a knife, she tore the envelope open and unfolded the enclosed paper.

Dear Emm,

I hope things are well in Ylisse. It has been a while since we've been in contact with each other, but I'm happy to tell you I have good news. Regna Ferox has agreed to support Ylisse in order to stop Plegia. That is all I have to report.

P.S. You should have seen their warriors! With soldiers like those, I'm certain we can hold our own against anything the Plegians throw at us! Anyway, Lissa misses you, as do I. We'll be back in Ylisstol within a couple days, so till then.

Sincerely, Chrom

She chuckled to herself as she read the latter half of the letter, and put it in a drawer with a smile on her face.

Thank you, Chrom. I knew sending you was the right choice.

However, her joy was short lived as a sharp knock once again interrupted her thoughts.

"Yes, who is it?" she asked.

"Your Grace, 'tis I, Phila! F-Forgive me, but I bring alarming news!"

The woman's smile faded as she quickly opened the door, face-to face with Phila.

"Plegian soldiers have been sighted inside our southwest border; they attacked a village in Themis and abducted the Duke's daughter!"

Gasping, Emmeryn exclaimed, "That would be Maribelle, correct?"

Phila nodded gravely before continuing.

"There's more. King Gangrel of Plegia claims that Lady Maribelle invaded his country. He demands we compensate for this 'insult'. Why, of all the nerve!"

Even as worry and fear bloomed in her heart, the exalt laid a hand on Phila's shoulder and smiled calmly.

"Peace, Phila. We must keep our wits about us."

Clearly shaken, the pegasus knight interjected, "But Your Grace, we should mobilize immediately and put an end to his schemes once and for all. We must demonstrate that such actions have consequences."

Shaking her head, Emmeryn regarded Phila with a sadness in her eyes.
"I understand your feelings, Phila. Truly, I do. But if we give King Gangrel the war he wants, then we lose no matter the outcome. Our last conflict nearly ruined the halidom. It left Ylisseans homeless and starving."

Turning away from her, the exalt clutched the hem of her blouse.
"We must not repeat that mistake."

Glancing at Phila, she looked at a loss.

"Worry not. I will offer parley with King Gangrel."

Once again, the pegasus knight objected.

"Please reconsider, Your Grace! That man cannot be trusted to act in good faith."

Anger began welling up in Emmeryn's eyes as she retorted.

"So we either choose to march to war or leave Lady Maribelle to die? No, I will not accept that."

Realising her mistake, Phila dropped to her knees, bowing.
"Forgive me, Your Grace. I spoke out of turn. I know that you will always stand by your own principles. Pray, at least allow the pegasus knights and I to accompany you."

The exalt smiled and helped the pegasus knight to her feet. Staring into her eyes, she spoke from the bottom of her heart.

"As you wish. And thank you, Phila. Naga knows where I would be without you. Send word to King Gangrel; we shall arrive within five days. Before we depart, please let Chrom and his Shepherds know as soon as possible."

Phila bowed and replied, "As you wish, Your Grace."

She left briskly, presumably to send Chrom a letter.
Left alone, Emmeryn murmured to herself, "Chrom… things aren't looking hopeful. Please be safe."

Closing the door behind her, neither the exalt nor Phila had noticed the small figure peering from the corner of the hall.


The sound of wagons trundling down the Northroad drew the attention of many a passerby, stopping to question the fifty strong convoy. At the head wagon, there sat a blue haired man who greeted the onlookers uncomfortably.

"I can't believe we have this much stuff to take."

Chrom sighed as he loosened his grip on the reins, leaning back in the seat. Right before the Shepherds left Ferox, Flavia showed up with a staggering number of wagons, filled with Feroxi goodies. According to the person in question, the supplies were a reward for winning the tournament. Chrom shook his head slowly as he recalled the events that had transpired just a day ago. Their convoy was making good time, surprising giving the sheer number.

A small scratching noise drew Chrom's attention behind him, hidden by the tarp over the wagon.

"What in the-"

Lifting the tarp, he was greeted with a peculiar sight. Robin sat on sacks of flour, feverishly scrawling notes into a large leatherbound book.

"... If the cavalry charges in from the north, counter with a company of spearmen from the main detachment… position archers in the forest in case they show up with a squad of fliers… let's see here…"

Robin's eyes were unblinking as he muttered to himself all the while recording what he said. Slowly returning the tarp into its place, Chrom chuckled to himself.
"What a weird guy."

Groaning, he threw his arms into the air, getting a much needed stretch. Taking a canteen from the bag next to him, Chrom chugged all of its contents. Proud of his menial achievement, he was grinning stupidly when somebody happened to arrive.

"Heh, look who's in a good mood." a gruff voice called out.

Vaike walked up to the wagon and hopped into the seat next to Chrom, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
"Having fun without Teach, eh? You've got guts, my man."

Chrom scoffed as he gently removed himself from Vaike's grip.

"It's not like that. Anyway, what brings you here, Vaike?"

Turning to the fighter, who had his arms behind his head and whistling a tune, Chrom felt a twinge of annoyance.

"Well, just the usual you know. Coming over to see if you were feeling down after I beat ya during sparring yesterday."

Vaike flashed a smug look that caused Chrom's eyebrows to reflexively twitch.

"Is that so? Vaike, I don't know if you recall, but you haven't beaten me even once in any spar."

"Har, har, ya really don't wanna accept the truth, eh? I can't blame you though, after I wiped the floor with ya."

Aware that Vaike was simply egging him on; Chrom ignored the fact courtesy of his ego. A stiff smile on his face, he turned to the fighter, who had a stupid gloating expression; only serving to irk him even more. Poking a finger at his chest, Chrom made a declaration; "Listen here; the moment we get back to Ylisstol, you and I are going a round in the barracks."

Vaike whooped and slapped Chrom on the back before jumping off the wagon and returning to his post.
Shaking his head, Chrom groaned after he realized what he had gotten himself into. With a small smile on his face, he returned to the reins.
"That bastard is more clever than I give him credit for. I played right into his hands."

The ride was uneventful for the next couple of hours, with different Shepherds stopping by every now and then to chat. Robin finally emerged from his cave after four hours, looking extremely weary.

"Hello, Chrom. Beautiful day, isn't it?"

Snickering, he replied, "Yes, it really is. How are you doing, Robin?"

Groaning, the man in question gave a dreary wave of his hand before slumping into the seat beside Chrom.

"What do you think?" he asked, gesturing to his face.

"I think you look like death." Chrom replied matter-of-factly.

"Ha, ha, what a comedian. Wake me up when we get to Ylisstol."

Without another word, Robin passed out on the seat.

"Man, you're a handful outside of battle too."

Grabbing a blanket from the back, Chrom tucked it around his friend before returning to driving. Not before long, a courier waved Chrom down.

"Ho, there, milord! Lord Chrom, I presume?"

"Yes, that would be me."

Rummaging through his bag, the courier pulled out a fancy looking letter, adorned with elegant script.

"This is Emm's writing!" Chrom exclaimed, surprised.

The courier nodded and explained, "Yes, the letter comes from the exalt. She wanted it delivered to you as soon as possible. The contents must be urgent."
Bowing, he took his leave. Chrom spared no time in opening the letter. Quickly scanning its contents, his eyes stopped on a single phrase.

...I will offer parley with King Gangrel.

"Oi, oi, what is Emm thinking?!"

Chrom stared incredulously at the letter, having trouble digesting its contents. Beside him, Robin slowly regained consciousness, rubbing his eyes.

"You're really loud, Chrom. Quiet down a bit, will you?"

"Sorry, but read this letter for me, will you?"

Handing it to Robin, the tactician scanned its contents in the same fashion, and his eyes widened.
"Hey, Chrom, if this letter is legitimate, we have quite the problem on our hands."

Chrom groaned as he buried his face in his hands.

"I had hoped I read it wrong, but I guess Emm is serious this time."

Robin eyed the letter worriedly, and made eye contact with Chrom.
"What are we going to do? Themis is at least three days away."

Chrom sighed and put a hand on Robin's shoulder. With a thin smile, he said, "I know you'll probably get on my case about this, but we're going to Themis. It might not be too late."

Robin chuckled and replied, "I thought so. I'll let everybody know, so plan out the route."

Giving Chrom a pat on the back, the tactician made a swift exit. The prince was left twiddling his thumbs worriedly, praying for Emmeryn's safety.


A small figure hunched over a table in a dimly lit room, mumbling incoherently. The sight was rather amusing, as the mage's hat seemed to make up most of his body. An assortment of books were piled nearby, suggesting the individual had been studying relentlessly. Abruptly, the figure shut the book they were reading and exclaimed, "Okay, I'm ready!"

Grabbing a battered green tome off the pile, the young boy threw open the door. A chilly breeze greeted him, and he pulled his cloak around himself tighter. In the distance, he could see the exalt's convoy preparing to leave. Bringing his hands to his mouth, the boy whistled loudly, and within moments, a brown horse galloped to him, whinnying happily.

"Aw, it's nice to see you too, buddy."

Stroking the horse's mane, the boy smiled nervously. Taking a deep breath, he clapped his hands together.

"Alright, let's do this! C'mon buddy."

Giving himself a push, he mounted the horse in one swift motion and took off after the exalt's convoy, which was already fading into the distance.


The journey was uneventful and quiet, and Emmeryn thought this was fitting to be the calm before the storm.

However things may go, I simply pray that Chrom and Lissa will be alright.

"Excuse me, but are you feeling unwell, Your Grace?"

Phila stared at the exalt worriedly, and she realized her mistake.

"Oh, my apologies. I'm fine, Phila. More importantly, how long will it take to get to Themis?"

The captain of guard backed down and replied, "If we push our limits and travel nonstop, we will be there within a day."

Emmeryn nodded gravely, and spoke with determination.
"Very well. I regret doing this, but inform the men we will make for Themis at full speed."

"As you wish, Your Grace."

Phila jogged away to inform the other personnel, leaving a tired and worried exalt by herself. Staring forward into the darkness, Emmeryn could only feel dread and despair awaiting her journey. However, she could not lose face in front of her subjects, lest they would also be stricken by panic and fear. The exalt needed to stay calm, strong, and confident, regardless of how she was truly feeling, all for the sake of her country.

It were times like these when Emmeryn hated the responsibility and expectations her position as the exalt demanded. In the first place, she had accepted not only due to being first in line, but to also shield her younger siblings from the crushing responsibility being the exalt came with.

Emmeryn could not have come into power at a worse time. The entirety of the Ylissean population had the horrid war with Plegia fresh in their minds. Being the daughter of the bloodthirsty former ruler, the citizens all believed she would continue his legacy and responded with violent actions. She recalled the abuse and torment, both physically and mentally, that she endured while trying to usher in a new age. Through a painstaking and trying journey, Emmeryn managed to achieve her goal; a peaceful life for all of Ylisse.

However, like all good things, the peace did not last. King Gangrel sought to conquer Ylisse, and relentlessly attempted to instigate war. She had spent the last couple months dealing with his actions one after another, with no room for rest. And now, Emmeryn was headed straight into the belly of the beast; a "parley" with the Mad King.

Before she knew it, the exalt had drifted off to the land of dreams, burdened by her heavy thoughts. Phila returned to her wagon promptly, and smiled warmly upon seeing her sleeping face. The pegasus knight fetched a cloak and wrapped Emmeryn snugly.

"You work yourself too hard, Your Grace. If you were to ask, I would be happy to help you. I'm sure Lord Chrom and Lady Lissa feel the same way."

With those parting words, Phila returned to her duties. Little did she know that the recipient of those words was half conscious. A tear rolled down Emmeryn's cheek and she whispered, "Thank you."


"Hurry, we've got no time to waste!"

Chrom encouraged the Shepherds as they rocketed down the road, heading in the direction of Themis. The moon was high in the sky, casting its eerie light down on them. Robin was next to him, doing his best to guide the wagon down the winding path. The wooden wheels groaned under the stress, and the tactician remained in a state of constant tension, bracing himself in the scenario that the wheels gave out.

"Robin, can this thing go any faster?!" Chrom yelled, visibly skittish.

"I know you're worried, Chrom, but there's no way to get any faster."

Sighing, the young man sat down arms crossed and tapped his foot impatiently. Robin observed him from the corner of his eye, and chose to remain silent.

He's got a lot on his mind right now. It's best to just leave him to his thoughts for now.

Wordlessly, the two men sat side by side. Even without the exchange of words, Robin could feel the tension and gravity of the situation. After what seemed like hours of driving, he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Chrom turned to him with an expression the tactician had never expected nor seen on his face. It was tired, worried, and angry at the same time, akin to the embodiment of anxiety.

"You really need to ask?"

Robin shrugged, realizing how shallow his remark had been.

"Sorry. If you couldn't tell, I'm really no good in these kinds of situations."

Chrom stared at Robin for a second before shaking his head. With a thin smile, he replied, "Don't worry. The way I see it, it's the thought that counts. And you've given more than enough."

Upon hearing his words, Robin felt just a bit more at ease. Slackening his grip on the reins, the tactician turned towards his friend, and gave him a small smile.

"Thanks, Chrom."

The men sat in silence, their lack of conversation filled in the the ambient noise. The wheels of the wagon clattered and creaked as it raced down the road, the horses' laboured breathing was just barely audible. The quiet conversations of the other Shepherds would sometimes be carried to their ears by the wind.

"-and I must say, your visage bathed in the moonlight is simply exquisite-"

"Ahh, shut yer trap, Ruffles."

A muffled thud echoed through the night, and both Robin and Chrom burst into laughter, knowing exactly what had transpired. Clutching his stomach, Chrom took a deep breath and relaxed his body. Leaning back in the seat, he looked up, gazing into the starry sky.

"Man. I really needed that."

Robin returned his attention to driving, and replied with his eyes on the road, "Well, I suppose we have Virion to thank for his inadvertent comedy routine."

Chrom chuckled, eyes fixed on the cosmos.
"In all honesty, I'm scared, Robin. Scared of losing Emmeryn; scared of losing the exalt, and most of all, losing my sister."

The prince closed his eyes with a sigh, and slowly returned his gaze to the ground.

"I know this is a reckless and stupid thing to do, but I can't help it. What kind of man would I be if I let my own sister walk into danger?"

Shaking his head, Robin laid a reassuring hand on Chrom's shoulder.

"Listen, what we're doing is neither reckless or stupid; it's just the natural thing to do. Ask any one of the Shepherds, or even a stranger. I'll bet nobody would sit twiddling their thumbs if they were in your position."

Chrom nodded curtly, saying a quick thank you. His face was hidden from Robin's angle, so he had no idea what kind of expression Chrom was making.

Regardless, I've said and done all that I can.

With that thought, Robin returned his attention to the road as dawn broke, the morning sun just visible over the horizon.


The yellow-orange glow of the sun began to permeate the darkness of the sky, and it was at this moment that a certain woman stirred from her sleep. Rubbing her eyes drowsily, Emmeryn freed herself from the warm embrace of the cloak.

"Ah, good morning, Your Grace."

The guard posted on her wagon greeted her, and Emmeryn smiled and returned the favor.
"Good morning. How are things looking?"

The guard continued to drive the wagon as he answered, "Everything is going at a good pace. At this rate, we can arrive at Themis by late afternoon."

The exalt nodded, satisfied. Taking in their surroundings, Emmeryn appreciated the natural splendor around her as they rode past picturesque vistas one after another. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a canteen to sate her thirst.

"Your Grace, we have some rations ready, if you would like to settle for it."

"Of course, that won't be a problem."

The guard signalled behind him, and within seconds another guard ran up to their wagon with a small ration box.

"Thank you."

Emmeryn graciously accepted the rations, and opened the box to find a commoner's meal; slightly hard bread, dried meat, and assorted fruits and vegetables.

The guard on Emmeryn's wagon looked nervous, eyes constantly glancing towards her.
"Is something the matter?" the exalt asked, a quizzical look on her face.

"N-No, Your Grace, I was just afraid your meal is not fit for your palate."

Emmeryn laughed, a clear and calming sound. The guard relaxed, his tension visibly fading.

"Nonsense, I may be the exalt, but I am one of you, am I not? I should be thankful I even have food to eat."

The guard smiled slightly.

"Right you are, Your Grace."

Biting down onto the bread, the exalt ate silently, listening to the various ambient noises. Soldiers were talking amongst each other, and Emmeryn spied Phila at the head of their convoy, talking to a guard about something. Their eyes met, and Phila bowed respectfully before resuming her tasks.

"What a diligent woman." Emmeryn mused, genuinely impressed.

A while passed after she finished her meal and attended to her morning duties, and by that time the sun was high in the sky. The heat was suffocating, especially harsh on Emmeryn, who was wearing a heavy robe.

This is extremely uncomfortable, however this is demanded from me as the exalt.

Suffering internally, the exalt showed no signs of discomfort much to the guards' amazement. Before long, a message was relayed through the convoy, and immediately the mood became tense. Arriving at Emmeryn's wagon, the messenger reported the situation.

"Themis is in sight. We will arrive shortly. Plegian forces have already made camp a distance away from the town, with King Gangrel leading them."

The exalt thanked the messenger, who continued his job. Her face stony, she rose to address her men.

"Everyone, pray lend me your ears for a moment. Shortly, I will attempt to parley with King Gangrel. I am aware of the risks, and they are something I am willing to take. In case things go wrong, let me inform everybody; the peace in Ylisse is of the highest priority, even if that means sacrificing everything."

The men nodded gravely, steeling their resolve as they prepared. Emmeryn sat back down in her seat, butterflies forming a mosh pit in her stomach.

Chrom, Lissa, no matter what happens, please, be safe.

Within minutes, her convoy rolled to a stop in front of the Plegian camp, which was impressive considering it was in enemy territory.

They must have been building this for weeks.

Emmeryn's heart sank slightly as she realized the extent of the military presence in Ylisse. Before she could think of anything else, an unpleasant voice cut through the air.

"My, my, look who the cat dragged in."

Turning to the owner, Emmeryn found herself in front of King Gangrel, the "Mad King".

"If it isn't King Gangrel, fancy meeting you here."

Gangrel sneered at the exalt's remark, clearly annoyed.

"I had no idea the exalt in all her radiance had a sense of humour. Well, I'll be having the last laugh anyway."

Ignoring his blatant disrespect, Emmeryn attempted to bring up the intended subject.

"Enough talk, I've come for the truth behind this unfortunate incident between us, King Gangrel."

"The truth? I can give you the truth."

A new voice belonging to a woman interrupted their conversation. Emmeryn did not recognize her, a beautiful woman unarguably, but she seemed to radiate an aura of danger, setting off all sorts of alarms in her head.

The exalt responded, "Perhaps milady might first share her name?"

Giving a curt courtesy, the woman answered, "You may call me Aversa."

"Very well, Aversa. Is Maribelle unharmed?"

Gangrel cackled and answered in Aversa's stead.
"Who, the little blonde brat?"

Snapping his fingers, a pair of barbarians roughly escorted a furious young woman into the scene.

"Unhand me at once, you gutter-born troglodyte!" the woman cried, struggling futilely against her bindings.

Upon seeing the exalt, her expression changed into fear, and she cried out, "Your Grace! Why have you come to this place?!"

Emmeryn smiled and corrected her.

"I believe what you meant to say was 'thank you'. In any case, shouldn't the reason be obvious?"

Maribelle attempted to say more, but one of her escorts rudely gagged her, forcing her to her knees.

"You see," Aversa began, "This girl crossed the Plegian border without our consent. And what's more, she wounded the brave Plegian soldiers who sought only to escort her home."

Maribelle struggled uncontrollably, screaming in protest, only to be silenced by a blow to the head from her escort. She collapsed, unconscious. All the Ylisseans reacted immediately, reaching for their weapons before Emmeryn signalled for them to stop.

"You see, no manners at all. Such a nasty little bird just had to be caged." Aversa commented, enjoying the whole fiasco.

Gangrel followed up, a devious grin on his face.
"Such a violent temper speaks to her guilt. This will call for a weighty punishment. And if she were to later confess to being a Ylissean spy?! What a scandal! It would take an action of considerable good faith to repair our relations."

At this point, most of the Ylissean party could put up with the farce no longer, and were akin to a group of hungry wolves snapping at their prey. Emmeryn raised her arms and calmed everybody down.

"Peace, everyone."

Turning to the Mad King, she spoke with conviction.
"King Gangrel, I request that you release that woman at once. Surely you and I can sort out these affairs without the need of hostages."

The King spit at the exalt's feet, sneering.
"Without so much as an apology? Why should I even bother with parley? I'm well within my rights to have her head this instant and be home for supper."

The rest of the Plegian camp had slowly congregated, and the small army jeered at the Ylisseans, who only glared back in hate.

"Control your dogs, my dear, before somebody gets hurt. Now then, if you insist, we can arrange a trade. You give me the Fire Emblem, and I return this broad to you in one piece."

Emmeryn's face was expressionless, but inside her worst fears had been confirmed. There was no room for negotiation. King Gangrel made a demand so preposterous there was no way they could accept. Gritting her teeth, she could think of nothing to get out of their current situation except to stall for time.

"You would ask for Ylisse's royal treasure? But why?"

Gangrel threw up his arms in apparent exasperation.

"Because I know the legend! The Fire Emblem is the key to having all one's wishes realized. I have desired it for years. Years! Yet my birthday comes and goes each year, and nothing from Ylisse."

Chuckling, he paced back and forth menacingly.

Unfazed, Emmeryn continued to press him.

"The Emblem's power is meant for a single purpose, King Gangrel; to save the world and its people at their hour of most desperate need. Would you claim a more noble wish?"

As if a switch had been flipped, the Mad King howled with laughter, and screamed, "I want what every Plegian wants- a grisly end for every last Ylissean! And even without the emblem, I can start here and now!"
Signalling to the escorts, they unsheathed their weapons, preparing to put Maribelle to the axe.

A cry of anguish came from the Ylisseans, who were unable to act in time. However, before they managed to do the deed, a blast of wind knocked the escorts away, throwing them against the jagged cliff face like a pair of ragdolls. The thundering of hooves filled the area as a mounted figure swooped in and grabbed Maribelle from the ground and carried her to the safety of the Ylissean force.

Surprised, Emmeryn recognized the rider as one of the Shepherds.

Enraged, King Gangrel screeched, "Who is that brat?!"

Without batting an eyelash, the rider sent another blast of wind towards the King, who was knocked back a couple feet.

"W-Why you little-, that's a declaration of war if I've ever seen one!" Gangrel yelled in ecstasy.

The rider dismounted and stationed himself between the Plegians and the exalt, revealing his short stature.

Phila looked shocked as she recognized the boy and cried, "Ricken?! What are you doing here?!"

"We don't have time to talk now. Focus on protecting the exalt and Maribelle. We've got company."

The small army that Gangrel had amassed stopped standing on the sidelines and drew their weapons one by one, advancing on the Ylisseans.

Following suit, the Ylissean guards stood in a circular formation around the non combatants and Emmeryn, fighting off any who dared to attack. Fighting back to back, Ricken and Phila drove off wave after wave of Plegian fighters, with their combined spearwork and wind magic.

"I never thought I'd be fighting alongside you like this." Phila commented.

"Same here. I guess I was right to come along." Ricken replied.
Phila laughed and readied her weapon once more, practically inviting the Plegians to attack.
"For now, our top priority is to get out of this mess. Do whatever it takes to keep the exalt safe."

Ricken nodded in agreement, his tome glowing with magical energy.

"Let's do this."


How was the constantly shifting point of view? Everything is still in third person, but I just decided to tell the story from multiple different angles as I felt only following Robin's point of view was a waste of the third person and it got dry, both to read and to write. The entire situation is off canon, but I plan on tying loose ends up with canon material later on. Ricken also made his debut with a bang, even if it is slightly off canon. Feel free to voice your opinions on this small change, and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.