(AN: Hello Guest! I'll take this moment to address your comment. Seeing as how I can't reply directly.

1. You expected a fanfiction called "Lon'qu: Peerless blade" to not be biased towards Lon'qu? I understand that is how it was in his supports with Gregor, but we also have an unreliable narrator here, which should become more obvious as the story continues.

2. I think it's unfair to say that the writing for Awakening wasn't decent. You're here reading Fanfiction about it.

3. That's... kinda exactly what happened? Except with less... boob oriented reasoning.

Anyway, the FF is almost completely done now, and when it is, you will be getting the remaining chapters all at once.)

The night air felt cool and crisp on his bare chest. Logically, Lon'qu knew that the desert night air had to be much hotter than a Feroxi summer, but the desert night was still much cooler than the day. Nighttime in the desert was this sort of ethereal thing. No sound but the rush of wind moving the sand dunes inch by inexorable inch to some sort of destination that no one knew- one that no one could possibly know. You could tell Lon'qu that the impossible existed in this quiet place of relative cool and silence, and he may just believe you. With proof of course.

And in this calm and cool quiet, Lon'qu had never felt a more resounding peace in his entire life. He sat in front of the corpses of two more would be assassins. He sat with the knowledge that he could protect. He had evened the score- more than evened it. Sheila, now that he thought about it, wasn't his fault. He could have done nothing to prevent that. He should not blame himself for something beyond his control. And with rescuing his charge, a woman who he cared about…

What were his feelings for Lissa? They were not easily quantified. ...He certainly did not view her in a romantic sense. But he was certainly closer to her than the mere title of bodyguard. He… felt happier when she was around. She was like Sheila in that sense… talking to fill the silent space- she was uncomfortable with silence too. Unconcerned with standing or rank, often smiling so that her frowns and pouts held more meaning. They both would do predictably the right thing… He admired that.

So that's what Lissa was. A… friend. Maribelle too. Which made this current situation between them all the more tragic. If he could do something to save them from the precarious situation they were now in, he would in a heartbeat. But he had failed them in that regard. Lon'qu could only hope that after this all blew over, Chrom would be as understanding of their situation as Basilio and Robin.

Lon'qu's blade swiped left to rest against "Marth's" throat.

"I never could sneak up on you." She chuckled.

"Why are you here?" Lon'qu returned his blade to his sheath.

"I was in the area, and I wanted to congratulate you." There it is- a soft enchanting smile. If Lon'qu wasn't weirded out by the ethical repercussions of marrying a woman who hasn't even been conceived yet, he may actually question what he felt for her.

...He's thinking about marriage? Best not to. Even still, after all that… not yet.

"Why is that?"

"You have already changed the future." "Marth" looks excited.

"Hmph. Do not be coy."

"Marribelle was supposed to die that day." "Marth" is grinning. "Now that you did that, who knows what will happen?"

Lon'qu's head spins. So he didn't save them both in the original timeline. Because he must have hesitated. What would this change? Surely it was nothing but a small passive change… Simply a result of a better path with no far reaching consequences whatsoever…

"So… how are you and aunt Lissa doing?"

"...I am able to protect her."

"That's good!" "Marth" beams. "And you're strong enough to keep it that way."

"Flattery w-"

"ill get me nowhere? I know." "Marth" rises. "I should get going. Give you two some space." "Marth" disappears into the night.

Lon'qu stews over that last comment. "You two." As if… no…

That couldn't be it.