Corrin Reacts to Hot Springs, Part 2!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Corrin Reacts! Now, last time, I left you guys both with the worst rousing speech in the history of mankind and our lovely protagonists trapped in a hot steamy room while half-naked because of someone who's totally not Flora and Corrin's future son screwing around while Azura and the others are in the other room trying to figure out why Camilla would hang around a hot, steamy room with conveniently obscuring fog where Corrin's most likely half-naked. So, all in all, a typical day in the Reactsverse. Anyway, enough jabbering, let's get on with today's chapter!

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All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

"No, it's definitely stuck," Corrin confirmed after the umpteenth tug on the sliding door. Flora frowned; the maid was standing next to him now, having tried to pull the door aside herself.
"Is the door broken?", she asked, inspecting the top of the door to ensure there wasn't something caught on it. The prince shook his head.
"I opened it just fine on the other side, and I didn't shut it particularly hard….."
Flora exhaled, tapping her chin with her finger as she tried to consider all possibilities. "…..perhaps the wood's rotted or something similar?"
"I doubt it. Izana's careful about maintenance- he likes making his things look nice- and the door looks new," Corrin replied, before looking at the door once more. "…well, I guess we're stuck in here until someone walks by to check on us."
"That we are," Flora concurred. It was by this time that Corrin had noticed that Flora had been averting his gaze for some reason; her grey eyes were directed towards his feet rather than his face.
"…..Flora."
"Yes?"
"Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"
"…..n-not at all, why?" The slight quiver in her voice betrayed her.
"What's wrong? Is it Jakob again? Work?"

"…..it's just…we're almost naked, alone in a room together," the maid explained, her cheeks slightly red from embarrassment. "This is just like those…..novels….."

Corrin already knew exactly what kind of novels Flora was talking about. He blushed at the thought of that.
'Do that? W-With Flora? …I really should get my head out of the gutter,' the prince mentally berated himself. It was silly to think that he could do that with her. They were simply friends, after all. Just like he and Azura.
"I should….probably be quiet," Flora suggested more to herself, clearly thinking much the same thing as her friend. "Sorry."
"For what?"
"I might have just made our wait here slightly more awkward," she explained, clearly feeling guilty, judging from her cast-down eyes and slight tugging frown.
"No, no, it's fine," the prince nervously chuckled, smiling to ease the tension. "This whole situation's naturally awkward anyway."
It had an immediate effect; her face lightened, and she looked visibly relieved. She giggled as Corrin finished his sentence.
"It is, isn't it?"
"It already seems like the beginning of one of those weird stories Shura told about his bandit days…." Corrin sighed, sitting down and leaning with his back resting on the panelling. The maid sat beside him, close enough to be within intimate distance but not close enough to touch. It was at that point Corrin took a moment to look at the woman he was trapped with- well, take a closer look at her than he usually did.

Flora was not an unattractive woman, all things told. She was certainly a girl, Corrin noted; she wasn't especially curvy, but her body was lean, born of arduous training and natural luck. Her azure hair was well-groomed- Corrin never quite understood how she kept her ponytails so straight- and smelled faintly of mint. Her skin was pale as porcelain, dewy with water from the springs. Her face was round; though it was a point of concern of her sometimes and she resembled her sister to an extent, Flora's face seemed more serious and more mature.

It was her eyes that drew Corrin in, though, her grey eyes. They could be stern and stoic, as the façade that she put up tended to be; they could be happy and emotional, when she had reason to be. For some reason, it was her eyes that caught Corrin; not her blue hair and not her body, but her eyes.

"Corrin."

Flora's voice shook him from his trance. The prince blinked, as if woken from a daydream, looking up at her.
"W-wuh? Yes?"
The maid's cheeks were flushed, mostly by the heat but somewhat from embarrassment. "You've been staring at me for the last…five minutes."
"I-I have?" The prince seemed genuinely surprised. He looked away guiltily. "S-sorry about that. I…..don't know what's wrong with me today. Must be the heat."
"Oh, okay," Flora nodded, looking away from Corrin now. "…we should probably talk about something else. To pass the time."
It was left unsaid that it was also to stop things getting awkward. They were, after all, naked with only two layers of cotton to hide from each other.
'Seriously, what's wrong with me? Flora's good-looking, but…..' Corrin thought carefully.

"I see, I see," Camilla smiled, hugging her younger sister to her side. "So, Corrin's here, hm?"
Elise nodded cheerfully, completely oblivious to what was going on. "Yup! It's all thanks to Corrin! And Izana!"
Azura lifted an eyebrow. "Yes, Izana invited us, sister dear. May I ask why you're here?"
"Hm?" Camilla looked over at the songstress. "Oh? Well, Izana is a mutual friend of ours, is he not? I merely wished to make use of his hot-springs. These are supposed to be the best in the world, after all. Even if I can't indulge my…..usual way of bathing."
Camilla seemed to chafe at having to wear the towel. Elise was oblivious and Azura didn't care, but Felicia blushed the moment she realised.
"A-ah! You….swim like that?!"
"The water feels cool on your body after a day of hard work," the older princess explained, smiling teasingly. "It's a luxury I can sometimes ill-afford."
"Speaking of luxuries….", the songstress started, turning to Felicia. "Felicia, do you mind coming with me a moment?"
"Huh?"
"I just need to speak with you a moment," Azura said as she began wading out of the spring. "Why don't you two occupy yourselves for a minute?"
"Oooh! Oooh! Water fight!" Elise chirped, splashing her sister in the face almost as soon as Azura started. Camilla dramatically fell back, as if caught off-guard.
"Ah! So soon! Sister dear, how could you?"
She splashed her younger sister back, who giggled. The two women splashed each other in a friendly match of water fighting as Felicia and Azura left the room, sliding the panel behind them.

….

When the panel was shut behind them and Camilla out of earshot, Azura fixed Felicia with a meaningful stare.
"I think Camilla's here to do something with Corrin," the songstress bluntly explained, getting right down to business. "She's not here for the hot-springs."
"How do you know that?" Felicia inquired, confused. "She could just be here for the springs…."
"No, the way she spoke when Elise told her Corrin was here was too….elated. She's here for Corrin."
The pink-haired maid had a confused expression on her face. "…..but….why here? Why not back at home?"
"It's too well-defended. Too many defences. It's Corrin's home turf. Camilla couldn't catch him even by surprise, unless she had Beruka's help- and I know for a fact that Beruka and Benny are in Hoshido right now, because Orochi's the one showing them around and she can hardly keep her mouth shut."

She paused for a moment.
"…..also, Corrin's half-naked and, I'll be honest, he does look nice in just a towel."
"….o-oh…." Felicia looked down for a moment, before perking up. The fact that Azura had somehow seen Corrin in a towel before wasn't something she felt she should ask a question about. "What do we have to do?"
"Well, we should divide and conquer. You have to find out what kind of scheme Camilla's running first," Azura explained, before looking down the hall. "While I find Corrin and tell him to get out of here. Once Corrin's safe, we meet back up and tell Corrin what's going on."
"What about Elise? Do we get her into the plan?"
"Corrin would kill me if I got Elise involved in antics without him knowing," the songstress replied, shaking her head. "No, it's just us two."
"Alright! …..I think," Felicia looked around, still frowning. "…you know, Flora's taking a long while to get dressed. D-do you think she's alright?"
"I'll check on her," the songstress reassured her. A small smile on her face, she gestured back towards their spring. "Go back in, she'll probably come in soon."
The pink-haired maid gazed at her feet, moving about awkwardly, before taking Azura's suggestion and walking back in. The songstress, meanwhile, stared back towards the women's changing room.

'…there's something going on here,' she thought suspiciously. 'Flora's missing, Camilla's trying something….there's antics afoot. '

Then…
'Heh. Afoot. I've always wanted to use that word.'

Meanwhile….

"…..and that's how Niles ended up wearing a maid costume and Laslow won a whole round of drinks on him," Corrin finished his story. Flora giggled, covering her mouth.
"Is that really how that happened?"
"Pretty much," the prince confirmed, chuckling himself. "Niles enjoyed dressing up a little too much, so it kinda defeated the point of losing a bet, but Laslow and I had a field day."
The blue-haired maid sighed, shaking her head. "You really do get well with everyone. I'm a little jealous of how you do that."
"Well…." Corrin shrugged. "I mean, Saizou hates my guts, and Takumi's always around…."
Flora frowned, knowing about all this. "Those two are the exceptions. You never really seem to argue with anyone apart from those two."
"Heh, fair enough."
The blue-haired maid looked down at her lap, shuffling in place. "…you know, I…..never really had friends growing up in the Ice Tribe."
"Really?" Corrin lifted an eyebrow quizzically. "Why?"
"Well, I always had to run errands for Father. Felicia always got off easy because she did so well in her training," Flora explained, a hint of bitterness at her father clear in her voice. "I was expected to shoulder the burden."

"Why?"

"…..Father wants me to take over the Tribe one day, as you know. He expects me to be able to deal with the burden of governing the tribe," Flora continued. "The errands were mostly to deal with government."
Corrin's smile faded. The earlier cheerful mood had dissipated, to be replaced by a sense of realisation for both of them.

After all, this couldn't last forever. Flora and Corrin were friends, and would always be friends. That would never change; they were too close for that. But one day, Flora would have to leave Fort Corrin to take over the Ice Tribe from her father, and eventually everyone else would move on; Elise, certainly, would move out eventually to seek herself in the world, and perhaps Felicia and Jakob and Azura would find partners of their own to start their own lives with.

The prince felt a slight twinge at his heart at thinking that Flora and Azura- along with the rest of his close friends- could eventually disappear from his life.
"…do you really….want to take over the Ice Tribe?", Corrin asked plaintively. Flora looked at him, curious.
"…..what do you mean?"
"I mean…..do you want to? Is this really what you want?"
"I…..well…." the maid looked away, sighing. After a moment, she had gathered her answer. She drew in a deep breath, looking back up at her friend.
"…..it is my duty," she stated matter-of-factly. "Just as Lord Xander and Lord Ryoma must be the Kings of Nohr and Hoshido, I must go and lead my people."

'….even if there are places I would rather be,' Flora left unsaid, as she gazed at Corrin. '…..and people I would prefer to stay with.'

Corrin's expression was difficult to read; he seemed troubled by that, but also disbelieving and at the same time confused. Flora tilted her head, trying to read his face with difficulty.
'…..I never was good at this,' the maid admitted to herself. 'Felicia was always better at reading expressions- not that she was good at it either, but….'

A few moments passed. She said what felt natural.
"…..But we'll always be friends," she finally added, a small reassuring smile on her face. "Even if we are apart, that won't change."
Whatever Corrin had been feeling, this did the trick. The darkness on his face disappeared, and his expression lightened up again.
"Well, until then, we might as well enjoy ourselves, hm?" The prince laughed cheerfully. Flora released a small sigh of relief.
'Thank the gods he's not too sad. After all the effort he puts into my happiness, it'd be unfair of me to do that to him….' the maid thought to herself. '…..even if I hardly deserve his attention.'
She nodded in agreement. "Yes, of course. Even if we are locked inside here and can't get out."
Corrin smiled again. "Yeah."

Corrin's smile was the kind of smile that was infectious. Flora never quite understood why; maybe it was because the man himself was so genuinely kind and happy that it somehow leeched into reality. Maybe it was that he simply was that handsome; she could hardly deny that her master and friend was fairly attractive, after all. Maybe it was a combination of the two.

She liked seeing Corrin smile, even if he always did. It always made her day better, whether the smile was directed at her or not.
'…you know…..he really does look handsome,' Flora contemplated, chuckling quietly as her gaze travelled slowly southwards to Corrin's toned chest, which was glistening with droplets of water from the steam condensing upon his warm skin. He wasn't particularly muscular or toned, truth be told, but he looked lithe enough for anyone. He smelled faintly of oak and sweat, and-

"….got you doing it, have I? Like what you see?"
Flora was snapped out of her trance by Corrin's gently teasing voice. He smirked mischievously.
"You've been staring at me for the last five minutes."
"Oh." Her cheeks reddened as she put her right hand to it. "I-I'm sorry. Is it bothering you? I'll look away."
'…what's coming over me today?' Flora asked herself, somewhat concerned. 'I feel so odd when I look at Corrin, as if…no, impossible. I don't feel like that for him. Right?'
"No, no, it's okay," the prince assured her. "I mean, there's nothing else to look at here, so….."
Sensing the subject was going to get awkward, he changed the subject very quickly.
"Man, when is someone going to get down here? We've been here for a quarter of an hour. Wait, weren't Azura and the others waiting for you?"
Flora nodded in response, trying to avoid Corrin's gaze. Corrin left that to be uncommented upon.
"…..maybe they might find us here. I'm still wondering why nobody's come down to check on us…."

Meanwhile, near the staircase….

"No, it's fine! I got this! Lord Izana said so! I'll take care of this, so please, take a break!"
"Oh…..I see," a young maid in Izumian servant garb nodded, walking away from the blue-haired young man, currently dressed as a butler. The moment she was out of earshot, he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Man, that was close," he sighed in relief, looking around the room to ensure nobody could see him. "I thought I'd get caught then."
He took one more look around before striding over to the far wall of the room he was in, where a small peephole had been drilled, with a small telescope extending across from this peephole into the other springs. Peering through it, he looked closely to see Flora and Corrin, speaking to each other while sitting by the door, with both of their cheeks red. Both of them were acting anxiously and nervously, as if there was some sort of unknown tension in the air.
The youth smirked, pumping his fist. "Perfect. Mom and dad'll get around to it soon, and my plan will have gone off without a hitch!"
He leaned against the wall, resting his head on his hands. "I'll just have to make sure nobody-"

"What do you think you're doing?"

The youth whirled around to see Kana, her blue hair currently slicked back with a white headband. He smiled cheerfully, closing his eyes.
"I'm expediting the process, sister dear."
"Janus, you know this isn't what we came back for," Kana berated him, highly irritated with her brother. "Be serious."
Janus rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You're always like this, Kana! Come on, who made you the boss? Besides you being the older one?"
"We agreed that if we went back to help them fight Anankos, you wouldn't try to make Mama and Papa get together before they're supposed to. How can you be so immature?"
"You're the one who still calls them 'Mama' and 'Papa', Kana!" Janus retorted, sticking his tongue out. "Besides, the aphrodisiacs I used just amplify what's there already, sheesh. Not like I'm trying to make them love each other before they do."
A vessel twitched in Kana's eyebrow. "Janus, you know this is exactly what Odin warned us about when he taught us how to travel back in time. Interfering with causality is not good."
"If you stop me, they'll know we're watching them and you'll get in trouble with Mom and Dad. What then?"
Kana huffed irritably crossing her arms. "You take too much after Papa."
"And you take too much after Mom," the younger sibling replied, grinning. The older sister simply left after attempting to retort, but not without a parting shot.
"Papa won't be stupid enough to fall for it, and Mama probably knows about it by now."
She walked out of the room. When his sister was out of earshot, Janus groaned.
"….man, why does Kana have to be such a killjoy?" he complained exasperatedly. "Well, whatever. Soon, I'll finally have one over Dad."
Giggling, he returned to watching his future parents through the peephole. The discussion with his sister caused him to miss a servant with a tray of wooden cups and a jug of wine passing by him.

Meanwhile, downstairs….

"….she's gone," Azura shut the door to the female changing room. Flora was nowhere to be found within, though her maid uniform was folded perfectly across one of the benches and her things were next to it, also in perfect order.

The songstress looked around. "…..maybe Flora got lost. I doubt it, but the signs here might've been smudged by all the steam in here."
Indeed, Azura could hardly see through the steam, forced to squint at some points to see through it.
'This is getting really weird,' she mused. 'Where could Flora have gone? Unless…..Camilla had something to do with it.'
This struck her as a stupid thought. Camilla wasn't the type to take out friends as potential romantic rivals.
'…well, even if she isn't, I'd better find Corrin quick,' Azura concluded. 'Whatever's really going on around here, I know this isn't right.'
She immediately set down the corridor, sliding the doors open to check for Corrin.

…..

Back in the women's spring…..

"You…..may have won the battle…." Elise panted out, drenched and dishevelled from the Glorious War of Sisterly Splashing she had engaged in with her sister. "….but I promise you….I will win the war!"
Camilla calmly laughed. "Sister dear, I look forward to that day."
Felicia couldn't resist the temptation to laugh herself despite what she had to do. "Y-you two really get along, huh?"
"Elise is just the most wonderful little sister! How could I not?" Camilla replied, hugging her little sister to her side and having her hug reciprocated. "How do you and Flora get along, out of interest?"
"I…..I'm always a problem for Flora, but she's always nice, and helps me, and she never stays mad at me…." the pink-haired maid averted her gaze guiltily.
The older princess smiled lightly. "Don't think of yourself like that. She's your sister, and sisters should help one another, after all."
"I-I know, but still….." Felicia sighed resignedly. "I really t-think I should b-be more of a help to her…."
Suddenly, the panel door slid open, as a lady stepped inside, looking around. She was carrying a tray of wooden cups and a jug of wine.
"Is Lord Corrin in here?" she inquired curiously. Elise looked up, shaking her head vigorously.
"No, that's my brother!," she chirped. Camilla's lower lip stuck out slightly as she stood up and walked out of the spring towards her.
"Are these for Corrin?"
"U-uh, yes, someone left a request for wine earlier for Lord Corrin," the servant shakily explained. Camilla smiled sweetly at her.
"Don't worry about it, dear. I'll take it to him. Your clothes might get messy in this steam."
"Oh, you will?" The servant's eyes lit up. "Thank you! I'm new here, so I-I don't know all the rooms here…."
The older princess nodded, replacing a stray strand of lilac hair and putting her hands out to receive the tray as it was given to her. "No, the pleasure's mine."
The servant girl smiled back, before scurrying off.

Felicia, who was watching this whole exchange, finally felt it click. She knew exactly what Camilla was planning now.
'I can't let her leave with that wine tray!' She concluded. 'For Corrin!'
She strolled hurriedly towards Camilla, hurrying to grab her. Of course, her feet had little purchase on the wet stone floor, and instead of grabbing Camilla, Felicia splattered onto the tray, splashing red wine all over the princess's towel.
"Ah!" Camilla jumped back, barely managing to right herself and stop the jug from tipping out further. Felicia, privately, was thankful for this accident, but she couldn't let it show.
"O-Oh! I'm so sorry! L-let me-"
"No, it's fine! I'll just go get this to Corrin and change towels," the princess insisted. Felicia caught the back of her towel and tugged, but instead of stopping her, the towel slid off….

….leaving Camilla completely naked. The princess didn't seem to notice or care and left the room.

"…we've got trouble," Felicia squeaked out as Elise looked up, staring dumbfounded at Felicia.
"Is everything okay? Did I miss something?"

Meanwhile….

Corrin frowned, looking to the girl next to him. "We've been here almost half an hour and nobody's come for us."
Flora nodded, looking around the room once more. "…I don't think they know we're gone. Should we try to get out of here again?"
The prince sighed, standing back up with the maid as they studied the panelling again. "Alright. We need to find a way out of here."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"…I'm going to try to punch the panelling open and wrench the door open that way."
"What?" Flora stared at him, confused. "That's not going to work, is it?"
"The panelling's weak enough that if I hit it with the right amount of force, I can break it," he explained as he reared up. "Even if I can't wrench the door open from the outside, I can signal for help."
Flora stepped aside, letting Corrin do his thing.
He stepped back, breathing in deeply, before slamming his fist towards the door. His foot slid and spun on the wet stones, and instead of hitting the panelling, he twirled and fell upon Flora, who managed to catch him in time to keep their combined weight from hitting the stone floor too hard.
Instead, Corrin was sprawled atop her, two layers of cotton separating their naked bodies, and staring straight at her.

The world seemed to stop for a second, as her eyes met his, and the tension that had been building up felt ready to release.
"…C-Corrin…." Flora uttered with a trembling voice, half-scared, half-yearning. "…..a-are you…."
He stared at her, as if lost. She smiled, slowly nodding at him.
"….b-be gentle with me."

The prince breathed heavily, staring at her, his eyes beginning to glisten with hunger for the beautiful woman beneath him. Sensation seemed to be amplified in this moment, as she closed her eyes, her lips slightly open for a kiss and Corrin leaned in, his own eyes closed, his lips ready to meet hers, his heart throbbing with passion and the air smelling of sweet nectar as he began to close the distance-

'Wait.'

This rational thought pierced the haze of lust that had enshrouded his mind like light through fog. Corrin's eyes flickered open, staring at Flora beneath him, who was beginning to moan and squirm sweetly.

'Sweet scent…..sweet scent….wait….'

He shook her gently, a sense of urgency building in him.
"Flora, wait."
"H-huh?" Her grey eyes flickered open, staring up at him. Almost instantly, the haze faded from her eyes too, and she seemed to have been shaken from a trance. "…..Corrin, why are you-"
"Do you smell that? Something sweet?"
The maid sniffed the air, before nodding. "…..what is that?"
"…..Aphrodisiac. We've been drugged." Corrin struggled to pull himself off of the maid, the throes of lust still running through him. He helped her up as they both gazed around.
'That explains all the weird thoughts we've been having!', both immediately thought, ignoring the possibility of anything else happening.

…

"NO!" Janus cried as his scheme was foiled, Corrin and Flora prying themselves apart without doing a thing. "They figured it out! Uh…dammit, I need an alternate plan of attack! What would Dad do….."
He looked towards the bottle of aphrodisiac he had still left. Maybe he could still sneak around and splash it directly on them.
With no time to lose, he took the bottle and rushed downstairs.

…..

"Where could we have been drugged?" Flora asked, confused. "We haven't eaten anything!"
"No, of course it wouldn't be," the prince concluded. "No, we've been breathing it in the whole time. Whoever tried to dose us, tried to dose us by hiding it all in the steam!"
Flora's eyes widened in surprise. "…..oh no. What do we do? Do you know how to counteract this?"
"Yes, yes, we need to get out of it," he nodded hurriedly, looking about frantically. "Quickly, before we end up like that again. Otherwise…..I don't think we'll be able to stop ourselves."
The maid blushed profusely, but otherwise maintained her composure. "What do you think we should do then?"
"….the aphrodisiac- if it's the right one I'm thinking of- freezes at a higher temperature than water," Corrin explained, snapping his fingers. "Flora, if you freeze the air around us, the aphrodisiac should freeze and we should be able to break out."
"Understood!" the maid replied, before closing her eyes and concentrating, summoning the power of the Ice Dragon that ran through her veins. Slowly, the air began to cool despite the heat from the spring, unable to keep up against Flora's magic.
Meanwhile, Corrin closed his eyes, before staring at the panelled door. He knew exactly what he'd have to do.

'Here goes nothing. I'm really sorry about this, Izana. I swear, I'll pay for it.'

With a yell, Corrin barged the door with his shoulder.

…..

Azura slid the door closed, sighing. No sign of Corrin and Flora.
"…..you're kidding me," she complained. "Where are those-"

Her answer was located in the form of a door breaking apart, Corrin slamming against the opposite wall and pink ice crystals skittering across the floor behind him. Azura didn't even blink an eye.
"…I'm not even going to ask."
Corrin looked to his side the moment he recovered, Flora ambling out of the spring. He raised his hand.
"Oh. Hey!"
"I must've missed quite the show," Azura teased. Flora and Corrin's cheeks reddened at the thought of what they'd almost done.
"…yes," the maid nodded slowly. "…..let's never talk about that again."
"Agreed," Corrin concurred hastily. The songstress raised an eyebrow.
"Now you've made me curious. What happened in there?"
"…long story, not going to talk about it."
"Yes, I'm with Corrin on that."
"…fair enough, you two. Come on, then."

…..

Janus ran downstairs, the bottle of aphrodisiac in his hands.
"Come on, come on, I can still salvage this antic!"
He looked around, trying to ensure that there were no witnesses. In doing so, he missed the large, Camilla-shaped obstacle right in front of him and he collapsed face-on directly with her back.
The older princess was knocked forwards, almost dropping her tray. She sighed, closing her eyes and sighing, turning behind her instinctively to see who had bumped her.
"Please, watch yourself next time-"

However, Camilla had entirely remained oblivious to the fact of her nakedness.

A fact that Janus could see in full display.

"A-AUNT CAMILLA! O-OH GODS!" Janus shrieked the moment he realised that his aunt was in front of him, completely naked. He ran the way he came.
"W-what?" The older princess tilted her head. She followed him, entirely confused. "What's wrong? Why are you running away?"

Behind them, the door slid open, as Jakob, clad in only a towel, poked his head outside, looking around.
"…..and this is why I refuse to take a vacation around here," he declared self-assuredly. "I can hardly ever get some peace and quiet."

END

A/N: RIP Janus, RIP Camilla and RIP peace.

Anyway, next chapter, Corrin Reacts to Snow and Scales (yes, a Corrin/Flora fic), courtesy of the one and only legend, ThatOneGuyThatWrites! Assuming we're still good, that is. (Feel free to call me out if we're not.).

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