AN: Well, it took a bit longer than expected, but I got it done before the the week ended, soooo technically still a week apart. This mostly came from working on the one-shot alongside this chapter and deciding what was best to have here and what would work better for the one-shot. To give you guys an idea, the first 2kish words of the one-shot were meant to be the ending for this chapter, but I thought it best to use them there instead to add some context for people that haven't read this story yet. It's been a busy week and a half, but I'm glad I could get this done on time.

I don't have anything enlightening or a rant prepared this time around, so I'll just say what I always say instead, and that is to leave a review to let me know what you thought of the chapter! Also, remember to follow and/or favorite the story if you really like it. Enjoy~


Chapter 28: Celebrating a union

The tent used to host the reception was a grand thing. While not as big as the one they used as a mess tent, it was still large enough to host them all and have enough room in the middle that would work as a dancing area. This tent was also much more heavily decorated than the mess tent, given the occasion. Colorful cloth hung from the sides and the top as well as the same type of crystals that had been hung during the ceremony were hanging from the top of the tent. There were cushions for every guest all around short tables that were set around the perimeter of the tent. Robin nor Lyn had thought out a sitting arrangement for their guests, as they were meant to sit wherever they liked, whenever they liked. Switching seats was no big deal and it helped to keep everyone socializing. Besides, who would want to deal with people sitting on the same table not getting along for a whole day?

The only table that was different from the others was the head table where Lyn and Robin sat. This was long, and all the people on it sat on the same side, facing the other guests. Along with the happy couple, there were also the same people that stood with them during the ceremony along with their dates. Chrom had brought along his sister Emmeryn, for which Robin was glad seeing as she well deserved to be there after everything she had done for the event to happen in the first place. Seeing Farina sitting with Hector was no surprise—they were married after all. And Lon'qu, most surprising of all, brought along Tharja. Once more, Robin silently thanked the myrmidon for his choice. No one would deny that the dark mages were important to each other.

On the other side of Lyn immediately sat a flustered Florina, who brought Kent with her. That wasn't all that surprising. The brunette had heard from Lyn that Fiora had declined her youngest sister's invitation in favor to have her open up to the opposite gender some more. Hence, Kent being one of the people the Pegasus Knight knew most, it was the logical choice, and one which Lyn approved of too. Isadora's choice was more surprising. Given their history together, Robin imagined that she would bring along Legault. With no one to judge the choice, it would've been fine if she did. Instead, the paladin brought Frederick, with whom she talked animatedly. Finally there was Lissa. The princess was a bit of a wild card. She was well known to get along with everyone on camp. Robin had been looking forward to see who she would bring along. Knowing Lissa, he should've known that she would bring Maribelle with her. No one ever said that the person they brought to the table had to be of the opposite gender.

Laughter and many conversations filled the tent by the time the food was brought in. As they ate, the bride and groom laced their fingers together, using their free hand to take bites of the food. Even if they weren't talking to each other, it was nice to know that they were still there. Robin turned to look at Chrom and Emmeryn, seeing as the both of them were being a little quiet. "I have to thank you once again for everything, your Gr— Emmeryn," he quickly rectified, remembering how many times the Exalt had told him to call her by name only. "I don't think any of this would've been possible without your help."

Both Chrom and Emmeryn smiled, the latter a little abash, but smiling nonetheless. Robin already knew what the Exalt's response would be. Perhaps because of that he and Lyn both felt like they had to keep thanking her, so as for her not to forget that they were really grateful. If they could, they would give her something in return, but what could you give someone that could literally have anything she wanted? Words weren't much compared to what she and Lissa had done, but it was what they could offer. Wiping away anything that was on her lips with a napkin, Emmeryn was ready to respond. "And once again I remind you of everything the you and Lyn both have done for my family, Robin. You've kept them safe in my absence, and for that, I will always be in your debt."

"Don't try to fight her on this, Robin," Chrom picked up where his sister left off. He spared a glance to Emmeryn before turning to look between his two friends, both of whom were now looking at him. "I've known Emmeryn all my life, and I can tell you that she can be very stubborn about this sort of thing, but you already knew that. You shouldn't think about it right now, my friend," he squeezed the tactician's shoulder that was closer to him. "Forget about everything that's happened before and just enjoy the day. You are married now! It feels like just yesterday we met up for the first time. Things have changed a lot since then, huh?"

"They certainly have," said Robin. He still remembered the doubt and paranoia in him when he first met Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick. He remembered the looks other people would give him. There was a certain stigma with him and Tharja being Plegians, made worse by the school of magic they practiced. Not that he could say the same wasn't true for Ylisseans in his eyes. But now, they were all part of something bigger. The Shepherds had swelled in numbers since then. Most everyone in the tent, Lyn included, was either a Shepherd or an important ally. And most important above all was the beauty that sat by his side, on whom Robin's gaze lingered, both of them smiling at each other when she noticed him looking her way.

"I think it's time," Lyn announced as she went to get up, Robin following not far behind. The two walked the the middle of the tent as they prepared for the music to begin. They were both nervous, as neither of them were much for dancing, mainly because the opportunity for it never appeared in their lives. Lyn had some experience, as she did dance during those few weddings she had attended when she was much younger. But that had been years ago, and she had the help of her father, with whom she danced, to guide her. Robin, on the other hand, didn't count himself so fortunate. That was the reason why the two ended up asking Florina, Olivia, and Virion for lessons. They'd practiced daily, first with the three of them present to receive pointers, and then alone at nights in their tent. It was pleasant. Back then they moved to the rhythm that was set by their teachers, or when alone, to one they both felt comfortable with. Now, they would need to move with the music. A challenge, Lyn thought, holding on to Robin's right hand and his left shoulder while he held her by the back.

Lyn didn't envy Robin at that moment. Generally, it was the man that set the pace for dances. She squeezed his hand, hoping to reassure him that way, and he smiled back at her, his shoulders relaxing just a pinch. He moved once the music started playing. It was a slow tune, thankfully. It would help them not only relax, but get used to moving with music. Lyn was able to recall the movement sets they'd learned, turning on Robin's queue. Though they moved as they'd practiced, it felt different from back then. They wore very different clothes during this dance, and it showed, not in a bad way. Lyn now understood why Viroin and Olivia had remarked that turning was important. Every time Robin made them turn or just her, the long skirt of her dress spread out like a blossoming flower. And though her eyes were firmly locked with those of her husband, she could still see it happening, which made her smile.

Robin was entranced with the sight before him. If Lyn had looked beautiful before, he wouldn't know how to describe her now. It wasn't only the skirt of her dress, but the mantle that waved with their movements, and the smile and giggles she made whenever they got a movement right. He himself was enjoying himself quite well. He hadn't thought about it before, but music was an intrical part to dancing. He left himself be guided by the instruments, improvising at times with whatever step first came up his mind. Surprisingly, their usual sloppy steps weren't present during their first dance as husband and wife. Not once had either one stepped on each others' foot nor had they lost their grip on each other to the point that they would separate while dancing and rectify other than whenever there was need for a free spin, in which Lyn would spin in place a couple of times before they continued. If the music picked up, Robin would go for a feather step, taking four quick steps forward and then having Lyn lean back, her back arching perfectly. From the corner of his eye, he could see Virion's approving nods and Olivia clapping, which the rest of the attendees quickly joined.

It was a shame then that after doing so well, their first dance together came to an end. It would only be the first one of the day, which would spread well into the night, Robin knew. Still, that didn't stop him from looking at Lyn with longing when the music ended and they were forced to end the dance, the greenette leaning towards him and giving him a peck on the cheek and then the lips when he turned to her. "I'm looking forward to dancing with you again," she told him.

With the first dance done, the two had to start getting other people to participate. Like they'd discussed before, their first partners were the clearest choice. Robin went to a flustered Florina, who looked fluster enough that Lyn was half expecting her best friend to decline, but she did end up taking his hand. Lyn smiled to herself, hoping that the Pegasus Knight would open up more to Robin over time. As for Lyn, she walked over to Robin's side of the table until she stood beside Chrom, extending an invitation for the prince. The bluenette had to take a second before he realised Lyn was asking for a dance, even going as far as pointing to himself and Emmeryn having to shove him forward.

"I'm surprised you chose me of all people as your second partner," said Chrom, as he walked the nomad back to the dancing area, where Robin was already holding Florina and waiting for the music to begin. As soon as the two pairs were in place, the song began. This one wasn't as slow or romantic as the first tune was, but it certainly held up in terms of quality. "I thought you would go with some of the guys that came from Elibe, like Lord Hector or Lord Kent."

"Oh, I plan to," Lyn responded. She chuckled as they danced together. Chrom looked awkward, though the reason for it would remain a mystery to her. Perhaps it was because he wasn't used to dancing, or maybe because he felt nervous about dancing with a woman that was already taken. Whatever the reason, seeing him fluster was quite funny. The two of them had practiced swordplay many times in the past to the point that Lyndis knew his moves by memory. Chrom moved with a confidence in and off the battlefield that she admired. So it was hard for her to think that man was the same as the one awkwardly dancing with her. "They are good friends of mine. But I like to think that you and I are also friends."

"Ah! You are right, I didn't mean—"

"Don't worry, I think I understand where you were coming from." Spinning around, her eyes connected briefly with those of Robin. Her smile grew ever so slightly before she turned her attention back to the prince. "But going back to it, I also have to say it is because you are such good friends with Robin. I understand that you've kept him safe for a long time. You were the one that visited him most back in Ferox when…" She shook her head, preferring not to remember that time. "I wanted to take this chance to thank you for everything you've done for him."

Chrom seemed abash about it, but he smiled nonetheless. He also seemed more comfortable with the idea of the dance, his steps showing more confidence than before. Maybe because of that he was ready to tease her. "You keep calling him Robin, but shouldn't you try calling him something else?"

She tilted her head at him. "Something else?"

Chrom laughed, seemingly thinking that she was joking, but once he realized she was truthfully confused, he had to clarify. "Well, I know couples, especially married ones, like to call each other by pet-names. For instance, when Lissa fantasises about her future husband, she always calls him Hubby. Honey, Sweetheart, Darling, Dear… There are a lot of them, but I've never heard you calling him by one before. Not even Rob. Isn't that strange?"

Was it strange? She never really thought about it before. But if someone was telling her that, then maybe she should try it out later. But she was getting away from what she really wanted to discuss with the song already halfway done. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You seem to think about these things a lot," she said to him. "Could it be that you have found someone yourself, Chrom?"

"Not you too…" Chrom visually deflated, but kept his head up while avoiding eye contact. "If you're asking, I'm sure you know the answer already…"

"Then, how come you brought your sister with you instead of this woman you are interested in? Shouldn't you take advantage of the situation and make your move?"

"It's… complicated. Things have been strained for a while between us. Not to mention that it would've been disrespectful of me to you and Robin if I'd brought her to sit with us."

"We don't mind, really."

He laughed awkwardly. "Of course you wouldn't. You've spent most of the day looking at each other! Even now! I can imagine you two not even noticing anyone else but each other. Don't think I haven't seen you stealing glances at him while we dance, Lyn."

She flushed for being so obvious. Then again, the bride and groom had good reason to be like that. But the conversation was getting sidetracked and the tune was about to end. "Chrom, I think you know well the story between Robin and I, yes?" The prince noded. "Then you'll understand why I think you shouldn't bottle up your feelings and keep them to yourself. You have a good opportunity right now to clear up everything between you two and to decide if you want to move forward or not. If not for you then do it for her." The song came to an end and there was an applause, to which the dancers bowed to. Before Chrom could walk away though, the nomad offered one last bit of advice. "Think it over a bit. Dance with a few people and then ask her when you get the chance."

"I'll… think about it," said the bluenette after giving it careful thought. "Thank you, Lyn."

Not far from the two, Robin smiled. It seemed that the plan was in motion. Lyn had done her part, now all he had to do was make sure Sully accepted Chrom's invitation and heard him out. But if he was seen asking Sully of all people to dance with him as his third partner, it would be a strange sight. Thankfully, it seemed that he could stall for at least one more dance. His wife had gone with Kent for her next dance partner, while Florina had chosen Hector, on Robin's insistence. The chances of either of those two men choosing Sully as their partner was low, and seeing as Chrom went the safe route by asking Lissa—the tactician questioned why he didn't chose his date as a partner—it seemed like he would be safe for this one. So, he went back to who he originally thought would be his third partner.

"Tharja, could I have this dance?" Robin asked the other black mage, who seemed to glow for a second as she took his hand and followed him over to the dance floor. With all four pairs in place, the musicians started their third song that Robin did not recognize, which would only make his job of leading harder. But even if he lacked skills as a dancer Tharja more than made up for them. "I didn't know you danced."

The raven smirked at him as she gave him a sly look. "You don't know many things about me, Master Robin."

The brunette fought himself not to sigh. He'd asked Tharja countless times before to call him only by name, more so when she revealed the reason behind why she called him "Master Robin". The idea that he truly held the power of Grima within him was something he'd been trying to forget ever since they had that conversation in the wagon. But something like that wasn't easily forgotten, especially when one has a brand on the back of their hand for it.

"I could show you many things that would both surprise and please you, Master," she whispered to him with a smile acting as an invitation. Robin moved back slightly, but with the hold they had on each other, it was impossible for him to feel all that comfortable. She huffed as she looked away. Robin followed her line of sight to see that she was staring at Lyn, who seemed to be laughing about something with Kent. "You are too honorable to be caught like that. You are also married now. I don't think you would want to be seen with someone like me…"

He felt a pang of guilt. "It's not like that, Tharja. I consider you a good friend, honestly. But when you say things like that, well…"

"Don't worry your pretty little head over this," she said, smiling at him once again, but Robin still felt guarded. "I know the Mistress makes you happy. I will not put myself between you two so long as she keeps it that way… unless you want me to."

The tactician could feel some sweat forming at the back of his neck. This conversation wasn't something he would ever want to have with anyone, especially a couple of hours after getting married. Tharja rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "A jape."

"A-ah…" He laughed nervously as he twirled her around. "Sorry, I thought… Well, I think ever since we talked about the whole… interrogation business back in Plegia I've been a little guarded when it comes to you. I'm sorry…"

"You do not approve of what I did to the prince and his dog," she deadpanned.

"I've had time to think about it since then. I don't think there was any malice behind what you did. You were trying to protect me. But with the way Chrom acted when we found out about Emmeryn's kidnapping, maybe it was all for the best as well. I don't want to imagine how things would've ended like had you not stepped in when you did."

Tharja hid her eyes from view, but Robin could still see her cheeks flushing and a shaky smile on her lips. "Do not worry, Master. I will always be there to protect you… and the Mistress too."

"I appreciate it, Tharja," Robin said, finally being able to smile. "I'm sure Lyn will be happy to hear that too."

On cue, the final note for the song was played and once again there were applauses for those that danced, the dancers taking a bow to their respective partners

The first to choose their next partner was Hector, who decided it was best to pick his wife. Through most of the meal she'd been indulging herself with the wine a little too much. Having her dance would be for the best; he would force some of the alcohol out of her system that way. Farina swatted his hand away at first, scowling at him with gritted teeth. He knew what that look meant, and he could only roll his eyes as he offered her his hand once again. This time she took it, though she didn't look one bit pleased about it.

Dancing like this was something the two of them were used to because of parties they attended back in Elibe. Hector wasn't particularly much for parties—not the ones that included many nobles talking politics all night and showering him and his wife with false flattery—which was why he hardly ever held any in Ostia since he became Marquess outside of those that were expected of him. Even so, the couple had danced numerous times together before, which was why, despite Farina's current state, she performed perfectly. Now, if only there was something they could do about that face of hers…

"Tell me, Hector," if alcohol made a sound, Farina's voice would be it. "Did you enjoy dancing with your good-sister?"

"Here we go again…" he said, mostly to himself. After a long, dragged out sigh that would make people think he had lungs the size of a dragon's, he looked at the shorter woman with a blank expression. "You're drunk."

"You avoided the question!" Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "You did enjoy it, didn't you?! I know you did, you heartless brute!"

"Florina asked for the dance—"

"And you enjoyed it, didn't you?! I knew you were trouble from the beginning!" She swayed too much in his arms the more she complained. She was also getting louder with her ranting, which was thankfully not attracting attention to them. "You think less of me 'cus we haven't had another baby, don't 'cha? Huh? Huh?!"

"Now you're just being ridiculous—"

She slapped him, which made him clench his jaw. Farina wasn't someone that easily got drunk or even tipsy for that matter. Whatever Flavia had offered them had to be much stronger than what they were normally used to drinking with their suppers. Hector didn't feel it much. Then again, he was much larger than his wife, who'd also drank almost twice as much as he had. "Well, you can't have her! Florina is too pure for the likes of you!"

"Stop making me sound like a demon that's after the chastity of maidens, woman!"

"I bet you would try going for Fiora too if she wasn't already married!"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"You know what?" she looked at him with confidence. "I dare you to do it! Go to Fiora and make a fool out of yourself when your plan to get all of us doesn't work out!"

"Every. Single. Time. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not after anyone but you?" The whole thing had become a joke between the two since they married. They would often laugh about how silly the idea was. However, sometimes Hector questioned how much the Lady of Ostia thought of it as a joke. Like people said, if you want the truth, you ask a drunk. Could it be that she really wasn't confident about herself? Maybe he hadn't been showing her how much she meant to him as of late… He brought her close and kissed her cheek.

"You chicken! I bet you can't do it and that's why— mph!" A tight hug could also work. At least it would keep the vein in his forehead from popping.

In contrast to the loud couple, Robin and Sully danced in an awkward silence. The only words exchanged between them where those of the tactician asking the redhead for a dance. At least she didn't outright refuse, he thought, although she did show a lot of hesitation before she took his hand. Now neither of them could find it in themselves to start a conversation, it would seem. Robin chastised himself for not saying anything. He had to get a word out if he was to convince the cavalier of making amends with Chrom. But to do that, he would need to get to that topic naturally. He'd been trying to come up with a way to broach the subject while dancing with Tharja, but with everything she'd said…

"Ya're stiff as a board," came the voice of Sully. Robin, for the first time since they started dancing, turned to look to his dance partner, who was looking away with a scowl. "Know I'm not as good as the others and that ya rather be with Lyn right now, but damn it, loosen up! Ya asked me to dance and I'm feelin' like I'm lugging around a log."

"Sorry," Robin said after laughing nervously. "I'm still in shock that you actually accepted."

"Not like I had much of a choice," Sully mumbled to herself. Finally she turned to look at him, her expression not showing any ill intent, but neither did she show happiness. "I'm more shocked ya asked in the first place. Hell! I thought you wouldn't invite me to your wedding!"

"Lyn and I thought this would be a good way to… give us a fresh start," he locked eyes with his wife, who danced with an eager Basilio. The greenette nodded his way and smiled, as if telling him to go on. "We aren't so different from each other, you and I. I mean, we are both looking after the people we care for and fighting for the Shepherds, right?"

Sully shook her head, but couldn't hide her small smirk. "You must've a loose screw in ya or something. Not anyone would be so quick to forgive and forget."

"I'll take that as a compliment," the brunette said triumphantly, going as far as pushing out his chest.

"Don't let it get to your head, now. This doesn't make us friends."

"Maybe… but it's a start, no?"

"You don't give up, do ya?" She smirked again, "I can kinda see why Chrom opened up to you so quickly. He may be a bit thick, but he's a good judge of character."

"In that we can both agree," said Robin, hoping his own frustration with the man didn't show. "I swear, he knows what he wants, but he overthinks the little things too much for his own good. That's probably the reason why he didn't ask you for a dance himself yet."

Sully took a step back, dragging him with her and bumping onto Donnel, who didn't seem to notice as he danced cheerfully with Florina. Never before had Robin seen the redhead so flustered. It was strange to think she could get fluster. "What are you on about, damn it!"

"Well, I'm pretty sure he likes you. And guessing by your reaction, I could say that the feeling is mutual. But it's been awhile since I last saw you two together, and I have a pretty good idea why." She flinched, but said nothing to defend herself. "I tried dropping hints to him that he shouldn't cower away from his feelings, but like you said, he is thickheaded."

Unfortunately, the song came to an end, cutting the conversation short. This left Robin not knowing if he'd really helped Sully and Chrom at all, so before Sully could escape, he advised her that if the prince didn't ask her for a dance, then maybe she should take the initiative. The two gave the customary bow and then parted to find new partners.

After Legault's dance with Tharja, it seemed that they were all given more than enough time to choose a new partner given how many pairs were now taking the floor. He'd taken note of how each time they were given more time to get someone. And when Tharja chose him, he didn't have to worry about thinking who he would be choosing as his next partner, as he already knew well in advance who it would be. And so, he concentrated in his dance with Tharja, who showed off the fruits of their labor well enough, moving with perfection every single time. He asked her if she got what she wanted out of it in the end. She didn't answer, instead asking him, "will you?"

He hoped so. He really did. But it seemed that no matter the circumstances, it was impossible. It was a hard reminder of those days, when he could do nothing, as she wore an engagement ring on her hand. The assassin-turned-thief used to tell himself that it was due to circumstances. Back then he told himself the problem was her engagement, but then she broke it off. He would often wonder if that was a signal for him, once he found out about it. However, it was too late. No longer did he count with the freedom to do what he wanted, and wondered if returning to Bern had been a mistake. He told himself that he should not act, as the new laws passed by the King prohibited such a thing. And so, he resigned himself to think that perhaps in another world or another life…

And then they found themselves in another world, much different from their own. A world where people of all sorts sat together at a wedding, celebrating the union between two of their own. And they were there. A chance. He stood before her, a hand extended after asking her for a dance. She looked beautiful with her long hair shining with the light and her deep violet dress that exposed her shoulders completely and even a bit of cleavage, something unlike anything he'd ever seen her wear before. But something was wrong. As beautiful as she appeared to him, she'd never looked at him the way she was doing then, her lips pressed hard into a thin line, making his smile falter.

"I can't…" said the paladin, her eyes stern. Not like before...

Legault's eyes widened, not sure if he'd heard her correctly. She certainly could take the offer, if she wanted it. Back then, they found whatever excuse they could to spend time together. So, it wasn't that she couldn't, but that she wouldn't.

"Dame Isadora...?" He felt like he had to make sure it was really her, for he did not recognize the woman that sat in front of him while he stood. Perhaps it'd been only him that had thought back fondly of their time traveling together, following Lord Eliwood and Lord Hector. Six years was a long time. The heart he'd spent years training to control suddenly felt a pang—a squeeze like he'd never felt before. His hand dropped to his side. No other words came to him.

Another figure joined them, one of the local knights that were already traveling with Lord Mark before Legault openly joined them. This man was also the Dame's official date. It was logical for him to come ask for a dance after his first one. The man looked between them, whether he could read the atmosphere or not wasn't clear. "I am sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice leveled and cool. "But I was wondering if I could have this dance, Dame Isadora."

Isadora's eyes went from the knight to the thief and then back to the knight. Ah… Legault kept away from looking at Isadora again, instead turning to the knight with a smirk. "I should be the one apologizing," he told Ser Frederick. "I needed some advice on how to get someone that is reluctant to give me a dance, and the Dame was happy to help. I'll be on my way." Turning around, he looked at Frederick one last time, his hand patting the knight's shoulder. "Treat her well."

Legault walked away, not daring to take one last glance at either of them. The space around him began to fill increasingly small, almost suffocating. Maybe this was for the best. Closing a door could only mean another would open, or so people claimed. But that didn't make it any easier. He needed to step out for a moment and get some air. Before he could, he suddenly felt his hand pulled. Turning around, he noticed a certain taguel—the only taguel, as far as he was aware of, was pulling on his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Panne asked, her scowl boring down on him. "You kept telling me before that no one was allowed to leave until everyone had danced at least once."

"I did, didn't I?" Her brow furrowed further with his dismissive response. She was telling the truth of it. Even if he wanted to, it would be disrespectful to leave just like that, but at the time, he didn't want to think about it. Who would notice someone had skipped out? Either way, this was the last dance before everyone was up on their feet. With or without him, things would move on. However, the way that Panne looked at him told him that she wouldn't allow it. With a sigh, he pulled her up to stand. "Thank you for offering yourself as my partner, my Rabbit-Friend."

"I did not do such a thing, Man-Spawn," she threw back.

"Nonetheless, you have to dance sooner or later." He felt himself smirking when she didn't fight him. He pulled them towards the dance area.

Meanwhile, observing the whole interaction from afar was Isadora. Despite having a good man in front of her, she couldn't help but stare as Legault took Panne in his arms to dance, whispering in her ear something or other. The more she looked, the more her heart broke. That could've been her in his arms instead of Panne. She wanted it to be her. But if they did, then…

She forced herself to smile at Frederick, who didn't seem to notice her inner turmoil. That was good. Ser Frederick was a good man. He deserved to not be ignored after he'd gone to her to ask for a dance. But… The words on the book she happened upon a few days ago came back to her.

Though they traveled different paths, they stayed in each other's hearts. When they met each other again, ten years later, it was on a battlefield. Long gone were the days that the two shared together as allies. They were to face each other in combat…

If she hadn't happen upon it and been driven by temptation, would things be any different?

He spared her life and that of two of her subordinates out of the love he felt for her, telling her to return to Lycia and never to return to the Whispering Woods. But her duty came before all else. And when she returned to the woods, she was part of a greater force. Legault's forces, comprised mostly of assassins, fell against the might of the heavy Lycian knights. Those that weren't killed in combat were sentenced to death by hanging that same day, Legault—their leader—amongst them. He stared into her eyes with betrayal, and she couldn't look away even as he struggled to get out of the tightening noose around his neck. It would be that same night that Dame Isadora flung herself out of the highest tower of the keep. Some say it was out of guilt and the betrayal of condemning the man that'd spared her. Others say it was out of grief of losing the one man she truly loved…

"This has all been quite beautiful," she said with a sniffle, hiding her true feelings behind a common facade. A lot of people had shed a tear during the day. If she did it now, she could still pretend it was for the same reason they all did and not from seeing Legault smirk at Panne the way he would always do to the paladin. "I think they will be happy together… Don't you think so too, Ser Frederick?"

"The way Lady Lyndis and Lord Mark look at each other, I am inclined to believe they will be," the knight said. He turned to look at her, looking a little concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yes. Everything is fine." A lie. "Everything is perfectly fine."

When that song came to an end, those few that remained sitted stood to find themselves the partners they liked most. With that, everyone would be dancing for the first time. Anna dragged Gaius along, Vaike convinced Maribelle to dance together, Canas chose Miriel, who would've likely stayed sitting otherwise, Flavia took Gregor, and even the usually unnoticeable Kellam seemed happy when Raimi took notice of him. But the couple that found each other first was the couple of the night. Robin's heart felt at ease once he had Lyn with him again, and Lyn wouldn't have it any other way.

"You and Sully talked for a long time," said the nomad, who Robin spun around a couple of times to enjoy a full view of her. "I take it that if she didn't hit you once then things went well."

Robin pointed in the direction of the woman in question. Sully and Chrom were already sharing a dance. It seemed that it hadn't only been the newlyweds who rushed to one another for a dance. The two smiled in unison at seeing the prince and the cavalier share a moment. "It'll be up to them now."

Lyn moved closer to him when Nowi and Ricken passed, their dance moves much more speedy than they needed to be, but the two looked like they were having fun. Lyndis took the chance to steal a kiss from his lips, Robin leaning in as it continued for far longer than they would normally feel comfortable sharing in public. But despite everyone around, they felt it was only the two of them at that moment.

With the night growing darker, it had seen many different couples dance together. Some were predictable, like Oswin and Serra, Virion and Olivia, and Sumia and Stahl. Others were fun to watch, like Canas and Nowi, Lon'qu and Tharja, and Frederick and Emmeryn. Whichever the case, it seemed that everyone enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent. Not the entire night was spent dancing, however. Even the happy couple couldn't dance all night. People broke into groups, enjoying the drinks brought by the khans and the company of their comrades-in-arms, sharing good stories, jokes, and some going further than that, going by the enamoured looks some shared when they thought no one was looking. The night was a success. And it was also drawing to an end.

With things winding down and the musicians long gone, Robin and Lyn announced that they would be retiring for the night. This also served as a last reminder that there was something the two had to do before leaving their guests to survive amongst themselves. Robin waved Chrom over, who nodded before pulling out a small package wrapped in cloth from under the table. The prince handed it over to Robin before clapping him on the shoulder.

"Youuuu reeeady?" Chrom asked with a cheeky grin. Going by the bluenette's elongated vowels, Robin assumed that Chrom had a little too much to drink. A first amongst the Shepherds, or at least since the black mage joined them. Not that anyone was mad at Chrom for it. Most everyone had drank their fare share throughout the night. Robin himself felt his belly and his cheeks burning from all the wine, and he'd been one to always control himself when drinking.

"You're asking that now instead of before the ceremony?" Robin said in mocked shock. He tried to keep himself composed, but found that keeping a straight face when Chrom's only response was looking confused as a puppy being ordered around was impossible. The tactician chuckled, shaking his head lightly. "Some best-man you are. But yeah, I'm ready."

"Go easy on her," Chrom tried to whisper, but his voice was still loud enough for a few others to catch on. Robin's eyes widened for a second. Chrom wasn't referring to the wedding at all, but to the bedding! The brunette scowled at his friend, who waved his arms in front of him in surrender. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You can be as rough as you want, I guess…"

"Gods be good to this man…" Robin said, facepalming. "I swear, I'm telling Frederick to keep a better eye on you. You're not a good drinker."

While Robin and Chrom negotiated some deal about keeping Chrom sober in the future, Florina approached Lyndis with a package of her own, this one being longer but thinner in comparison to the other. Lyndis took the chance to share one last hug for the day with her friend, who giggled happily before handing the package over. "I hope things between you two only improve, Lyn," the meek girl said.

Lyndis smiled fondly at her best friend, one hand holding the package while the other took one of her now free hands. "Thank you, Farina," said the nomad. "For everything you've done."

Robin and Lyn faced each other as everyone else gathered around them, keeping enough distance to be respectful, but close enough to satiate their curiosity. The packages were gifts that the bride and groom had prepared beforehand to exchange. They were meant to be something that they would carry with them whenever they weren't together, but had to be useful somehow.

Robin presented his gift first, extending it with both hands towards his wife. He had to hold it for her while she unwrapped the cloth from the item. She let out a small gasp as she ran her fingers on the bone limb of the compound bow. It was made out of a ram's horn, from what Lyn could tell, having seen many similar bows used by her tribe. With it came a small quiver and a few arrows. Her smile grew when she looked up at Robin. She'd told him before how her bow had been lost when she first found herself in Ferox. "It's beautiful," she told him as she took it, letting Robin fold the wrapping and then toss it aside. She held the bow close to her, admiring the craftsmanship. "I haven't seen one like this since…"

"Since the battle with Nergal, I'll wager," Robin filled in. He could still remember how much Lyn loved that bow back then, despite it not being anything special. When it broke, it'd deeply saddened her. Having been told that he would exchange a gift with ehr for the wedding, he thought nothing more fitting, seeing as h'd been the one to gift her that bow too. "This one should hold together better than the last one."

Her smile was like a bright and pleasant light in that tent. "I love it. I'll make sure to take better care of it this time."

Next, Lyn presented her gift to him. With his hands free, Robin was able to unwrap the cloth without much of a problem. Underneath it was a longsword with a simple scabbard. The first thing the tactician noticed was how the guard was much longer than any sword he'd held before. It also seemed to wrap around the handle to provide a small layer of added protection to the user's hand. This also brought his attention to the handle itself. It had a resemblance to that of Mani Katti's, with its black leather wrapping and gold inlays. It even had the same kind of beads that hung from the pommel. It was as if the swords were meant to be together, despite it being so different from one another. Like us, he thought. "With how often I seem to go through swords, I'll have to make sure I don't lose or break this one," he joked. "You'll have to teach me how to take better care of it too. It's a very good gift, Lyn. I love it too."

The two exchanged a peck on the lips, which couldn't go further with how rowdy the Shepherds were getting. Knowing that there wouldn't be another opportunity to leave if they lingered there any longer, the husband and wife left the tent together. One hand holding their new gift and the other their lover's hand, they beamed at each other as they walked away, losing themselves in each others' eyes while the crowd behind them wished them good luck in their marriage.


AN: And with that happy note, I can kick start things for the next arc in the next chapter. I'm really excited about it. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy writing more fluff-centric chapters, especially because I got an excuse to explore a lot of characters, but after a good few chapters of the overall story not advancing much other than if you picked up on certain things *wink* I think it'll be good to push forward and reap all that I've sowed so far and see how it goes.

Overall, I think the tone worked rather well for this one. I liked mixing it up, maybe throwing a curve ball to you guys by including a silly bit with Hector there, but also a not-so-happy situation for Isadora. I'm like a parent, you see, and you all are my children. Can't have your teeth rotting if everything's sweet all the time, right?

Anyways, the one-shot named "Different Awakening: Wedding Night" should be going up right after this chapter gets published. It may take a bit longer for you guys to see it popping up outside of my profile because new stories take longer to show up than chapter updates most of the time, but rest assured that it's there. Do not worry if you are not interested in lemons. Anything of relevance happened there, it'll be mentioned on the next chapter or something.

Poll: I would like to thank everyone that took part of the poll. I've officially closed it and appreciated your time checking it out. I think it worked pretty well as an extra tool for me to use to communicate with you guys, so I'll be relying on it in the future too.

Announcement: Starting from this chapter, we have a Beta for this story! If you noticed a lot less mistakes than usual, you should thank SirGregSloth. Do not blame him for anything that's on the ANs, though...

Reviews:

Sugouxxx —Well, I couldn't just assume that. Would feel bad if you weren't actually there. But I'm glad I can count on you! And thanks, it's good to be back.

Whatstoknow —I can understand that perfectly. I've spent my fair share of time reading fanfics because of the same reason. Also identify with not being able to finish games... Like I said, Pokemon Moon and Fates Conquest are just two of many... And thanks! Hope you enjoy this one as well!

Calypso —Thank you very much! I did make a few notes on a possible honeymoon chapter. Given how things will be going for the next chapter, I might make another one-shot for it that would take place between this chapter and the next. Can't say when that would be coming out, but I'll about getting it started and posted soon!

Greyjedi449t—Good to hear! I can't say I did enough research, though. Part of me wishes I was back in college just so that I could get my hand on one or two books from their library that I could use as reference.

Yellowclover —Thank you!

JP I'm Italian —While I do appreciate the suggestions, I didn't check them out. I tend to stay away from other people's work when it comes to stuff like this because then if I think of something I don't know if I'm being heavily influenced by their work or if the idea is my own. Still, thanks for the suggestions. Might read them at some point in the future.

Thanks for pointing it out. I went back and edited the chapter. That's what happens when your brain is doing one thing and your hands do another, smh.

From what I gathered, this types of weddings tend to be very simple and even quick. The celebration of the wedding is another matter, it a ton of food being available and such. I did take a lot of creative liberties to try and have a good mid point, though. As for Sera, I guess she's in the same boat as Libra, isn't she? Technically neither of them should be allowed to marry. As for Sera specifically, that might come into play at some point later on or not...

Jimbobob5536 —Ah, yes... Lucina. No worries, you guys will get to see her again on the next chapter for sure.

Anon Guest —Is it? "Realization" is something you should consider first. For instance, if Lyn was told as a child that the moon was made out of cheese, then she wouldn't know better and think of it as true. If asked, she would say that it was made out of cheese, not questioning her source or the legitimacy of the claim. Only until she is corrected, finds a better alternative, or she realizes her mistake would she know that what she was saying was wrong or a lie. But is it a lie when you don't know better? When I was growing up we were thought that it was impossible for a hurricane to form/hit on the southern hemisphere. Turns out that isn't the case anymore, is it? Now, I was wrong back then, yes, but was I lied to or did I lie in saying that information. No. It was what was known. For falling in love instantly... I feel like a parent that needs to explain a simple topic to a child. Scraping the idea of love at first sight, you do know the circumstances that she was under before meeting the tactician, correct? Being all alone for that long can make you cling to the first person you see after, maybe even imprint on them a little. Now, when you say that "all alone for 6 months" bit, I'm not sure if you are referring to me, as in the author, or Lyn. If you are referring to Lyn, it's easy to judge when you've never been in that circumstance before. If you are talking about me, then you are so wrong that I won't even bother correcting you.

DefconDeceiver —In all honesty, I did plan on putting something on my profile about it because I've seen a few stories go unfinished because the author's unfortunate death. But at the same time, I didn't bother mostly because there is a very small fraction of people that actually visit my profile. As for something like an announcement chapter, I really don't like to do those sorts only because it gives people hope that it's an actual chapter, but turns out to be nothing.

Though it didn't show up this chapter, rest assured that the talk about Caelin will be coming soon, probably next chapter. It is big plot point on itself, even if it doesn't look that way right now. I do like too read about platonic relationships between male and female characters. That being said, the interactions between Panne and Legault are made in such a way that they can be read as romantic or platonic. Feel free to see them whichever way yoouuu want for now until the fog on the ships dissipates.

I would be lying if I said I didn't put some thought into it already. A lot of what I've thought of, like Legault and Panne, can be used as platonic or romantic, so it'll give me time before I decide which route to take. I do like the idea of Noir and Morgan, though, especially if you add Aversa (not in the harem, but as someone that's helping raise the kids) trying to influence Morgan some more.

For mortality rates in Elibe, I think a lot of it is implied. Though vulnerabilities and staffs are very similar between the two worlds, you can assume that they are more effective in Ylisse due to the lack of magical power in Elibe, meaning that dying from diseases would be a lot more common there too. You could even say that it's the lack of magic that makes it difficult for women to survive giving birth. But more importantly, I see that a lot of deaths in both worlds, but specially in Elibe, would be due to adventuring and fighting. That means that both worlds would suffer equally when it comes to children/teenagers not reaching adulthood, though it is far less noticeable in Ylisse simply because the birth rate is so much higher. Keep in mind that as far as medicine, both worlds stand on practically equal grounds.

As always, it makes me happy to see that you enjoyed the chapters. These all take a lot of effort, but it makes it worth it in the end when someone enjoys them, I say. Hope this one holds up to your expectations.