Hello again everyone!

Severa: Hey! 7!

7: Yes?

Severa: Are we going to get Gangrel done with soon or are we going to sit here on our butts for another two weeks?!

Lucina: Calm down Severa. Let 7 explain the plan for today, ok?

Severa: No! I want to tear that son of-

Lucina: *kiss*

Severa: …

Lucina: Better?

Severa: …Yeah.

7: Ahem, anyway! Today we are doing something different! Sorry to say, but Gangrel will have to wait for a bit as the Shepherds deal with an issue closer to home.

Severa: So, we're going to be busy. That's the idea, right?

7: Yep, we have a lot of ground to cover today so we're going to save the review responses for the end along with all our other information!

Lucina: Very well then, do I need to go help Mother?

7: Help your mother, if you would.

Lucina: *Nods and leaves*

Severa: I should probably go help too. *Leaves*

7: Well, I hope they can help; Sumia has been supremely angry with me since I postponed the ceremonies.

Whelp, here we go!

End of an Age

The first week of the Shepherd's wait passed without incident.

Emmeryn had taken to residing within her crystalline home for most of the day, only coming out to converse with Chrom and Robin or teach Lissa the finer points of using a staff. Chrom, when he wasn't speaking with his spectral sister, sparred incessantly.

The only time he stopped was when either food was served or Sumia made him stop. It had happened enough times, over just one week, that more than one Shepherd had joked Sumia would be the real power behind the throne.

If Chrom ever got his head out of the sand, of course.

Besides that, the only event of import was Khan Basilio formally introducing one Olivia Rince as another member of the Shepherds- with Chrom's approval- and Vaike demanding entrance to Frederick's dancing lessons.

The first was easy to dismiss, Olivia was very familiar with the area around Gangrel's personal palace after traveling there several times with her troupe, but the second raised a few brows. Maribelle in particular scoffed at the notion of Vaike dancing, but wonders never ceased with the gruff man.

He stopped stepping on poor Nowi's toes after two lessons. It took the manakete five to stop stepping on Frederick's.

This uneasy peace came to a swift end when a harried cavalier flying Chrom and Lissa's personal colors thundered to a stop before the Longfort.

Raimi, who was on duty once more, called down to the shivering horseman. "Halt! Who are you? Why do you fly the colors of Prince Chrom and Lady Lissa, but not that of Ylisse?"

The horseman's voice was strained when it reached Raimi's ears. "I come baring a message of grave importance! The Exalted family is betrayed!"

Raimi's eyes widened, but the sound of hooves turned her eyes to the forest. Her breath caught when saw a growing block of bodies, their forms clad in silver and gold. "Guards, allow this man passage! Everyone else, to your posts!"

The great gates groaned open while the inner portcullis raised just enough to allow the cavalier through. He spurred his steed forward and ducked through the iron gate before the weights slammed the gate closed. It was just in time too, as the group hunting him entered the clearing just as it closed.

Raimi surveyed them from her perch. They all wore silver and gold plate, as she'd thought, but they all had plumes of either red or white springing from their helmets. One in particular, at the head of the party, had a large plume dyed blue.

This obvious leader cantered forward, a woman's voice carrying over the cold wind. "You have allowed a fugitive asylum! In the name of Duke Carlan, I demand you release him to us!"

Raimi scoffed. "You have no right to demand anything of the Feroxi, girl. Besides, he flew the personal colors of the Ylissean rulers, and claimed they had been betrayed. And don't dare claim we're being tricked, Lord Chrom's dealt with far greater threats than a single assassin, let alone false rumors."

Raimi smirked, easily seeing the frustration in the blue-plumed rider's frame. "Though, why not tell me why you claimed his guilt in the name of this 'Duke Carlan' rather than Ylisse at large?"

The knight's horse stomped, mirroring its rider's agitation. "Because, the High Priests and High Clerics have determined that the current Exalted family is unworthy of the authority once given to them. They have determined that Duke Carlen is most worthy to hold the title of exalt, not the bull-headed prince."

Raimi gaped, stunned by this audacity. "W-what? Why would they choose to declare such a thing so soon after the Exalt's death? Do you truly wish Plegia to drive you into oblivion?"

The knight scoffed this time. "They wish the family of the Purger dead, not each Ylissean life. So long as they're cast out, the kingdom is saved."

Raimi clicked her teeth, wondering at the girl's foolishness. Surely she didn't believe Gangrel would leave them be just because the Shepherd's leader and his sister were gone? But, the knight's posture held all the certainty of snow in winter.

She believed every word.

Raimi sighed, a headache forming between her eyes. "Look, girl, I cannot simply let you in. The Supreme Khan is allied to Prince Chrom, and she is loath to betray someone she holds in high opinion. Turn back, and tell your lord he is not welcome here."

The rasp of steel met that proclamation, the knight and her fellows baring their weapons. "You will allow us to pass, savage! None may stop justice from being meted out!"

Raimi rolled her eyes. "Justice means little when the javelins rain. Men, give them a warning!"

Her knights raised their javelins while the archers nocked their bows. Some of the riders had the good sense to turn tail and race for the trees, but the others stood by their blue-plumed leader. Raimi raised her hand, held it dramatically to see if the remainder would grow a brain, and dropped it.

Steel flew from the wall and buried itself into the snow around the riders, a few finding marks in the riders themselves. True to Raimi's orders, the hits were only flesh wounds, but one errant javelin took the helmet clean off the blue rider.

Raimi's eyes widened when the rider recovered from the hit, her face staring unaghast. "Sir Frederick?"

The rider's face turned to stone, orders to retreat flying from her mouth before they fled down the road. Raimi stared after them for a time before taking a long breath.

The hair was longer and tied in a braid, but damn if that wasn't Sir Frederick in a woman's frame. Why try and threaten us? For that matter, why was it Carlan's troops rather than Duchess Miranda's?

Raimi didn't like the answer that came to mind. This gate bordered Superius, and Duchess Miranda was the only one to send any regular envoys until Prince Chrom himself came. In fact, not one of the riders was wearing Superius's colors, emerald and black.

This does not bode well. I must report to Khan Flavia immediately.

She turned from the forest and barked for a horse, setting off for Flavia's palace with all the haste she could muster.

-Robin-

Robin's day had started swimmingly. He'd made it to breakfast before almost everyone, minus Frederick of course, and was able to grab enough for both him and Cordelia before they went out and sparred. He'd defeated her a couple times, a vast improvement from when they'd started, when a gasping man that he didn't recognize ran into the training grounds.

"Prince Chrom," he cried, "you've been betrayed!"

Frederick and Kellam made a wall in front of Chrom, who was sparring with Sumia and Ricken. Kellam grabbed hold of one of the man's arm. "Hold, friend. Calm down and tell us what's going on."

Frederick grabbed the other arm. "You may as well start with why you're wearing milord Chrom's and Lady Lissa's colors. Your name would be appropriate as well."

The man took some deep breaths, but he was still panicked. "My name is Harrison, I was one of the survivors from the Plegian assault on Ylisstol. I'd been helping repair the damage in the city when an army flying Duke Carlen's colors and heraldry marched on the city. Without a word of explanation, they occupied the palace and demanded we swear allegiance to the Duke. My fellows and I refused such treachery, but I was the only one to escape. From there, I fled north."

Chrom walked up to the man, Robin jogging to join him. The other Shepherds formed a ring around Harrison, each wearing a worried mask. "Tell me, were Carlen's men the only ones?"

Harrison shook his head, eyes haunted. "Nay, they weren't. I was pursued by forces flying the colors of Felds and Clarissa as well. At one point, I even saw knights from Themis clash with the Clarissian riders pursuing me."

Sumia's hands flew to her mouth, making Robin frown. Sumia was from Clarissa, her family a member of the nobility. Chrom kept his eyes glued on Harrison, even as his hand steadied Sumia. "You speak of rebellion, bare weeks before we go to end the Mad King. You also speak of a conspiracy from Felds itself, even though they sent troops to Ylisstol to help defend Emmeryn."

Harrison coughed, the exhaustion from his journey obvious. "I wish it weren't so, milord. All I know is that someone's been planning this for some time. They were too efficient for this to be impulse."

Chrom's expression was stormy, but he mustered enough of his mind to speak. "I have nothing but your word, but you've obviously come far. Frederick, take him to see the healers. Kellam, find Gaius for me."

Frederick sighed, but guided Harrison away. Kellam left shortly afterward, leaving behind a quiet courtyard.

Robin spoke first. "Chrom… can you think of anything that would have caused this? I thought Duke Carlen was stripped of his title."

Chrom's knuckles popped from his grip. "I don't know. We didn't have time with the assassination attempt and rescue that followed, but there was no indication Felds, let alone Clarissa, were meeting with Draconis. I know I have done nothing to slight Feld's regent or Duchess Diane, but this…"

Sumia sobbed, making Chrom turn to her. "Sumia, please calm down. I know your family has nothing to do with this, they'd never do anything to harm you or me."

Robin frowned, his eyes going to Cordelia. "How sure are you? Are you not from one of the duchies?"

Cordelia glared at him. "I'm from Grevis, and we pride ourselves on loyalty. My parents served with distinction until they retired, and they remain at home near Grevis's capital."

Robin put a hand on her shoulder. "Forgive me, that was insensitive. I may have been a part of the Shepherds for several months before you joined us, but I never had time to learn the intricacies of Ylisse's politics."

His gaze turned to the others, eyes finding the Ylisseans. "Alright, I want everyone to tell me their home duchy. I'm not accusing anyone, but the more I know, the better I can plan."

Sully went first. "I'm from Surperius, capital specifically. Kellam's from one of the towns south of there."

Stahl nodded to Ricken. "Ricken's family runs my hometown. We're both from Themis, as is Maribelle."

Robin snorted, he already knew that. "Vaike, Libra, Miriel, where are your homes?"

Vaike scratched his head, Armads acting as a support. "I'm from Draconis, but it's one of the tiny villages. Never met a noble personally till the Exalt came along."

Miriel sniffed. "I'm from Ylisstol itself."

Libra was kneeled in prayer, but he paused long enough to answer. "Naga forgive me, I come from Draconis as well. I was raised in a monastery to the north of the Great Cathedral."

Robin stroked his chin, mind playing with new ideas. "Ok then, has anyone been to Draconis, Clarissa, or Felds recently? Actually, where's Frederick from?"

Chrom answered. "He's from Felds."

Robin clapped his hands. "Alright then. I want the Shepherds from the rebelling provinces to come with me. Nowi, Cordelia, and Lon'qu will join us as well."

Chrom stepped forward. "What of me? My people suffer at the hands of those whose ambition exceeds their sense, I will not abandon them."

Robin stared at him. "And deliver the throne's heir into their hands? Nay, you are best served here preparing to rid the world of Gangrel. Besides, you'll be able to send us help much faster if you're not captured."

Chrom shook his head, but conceded the point. "Very well, but Gaius is going to be our informant. Heaven knows he's been everywhere in Ylisse."

"Ah, you flatter me, Blue." Gaius teased as he entered the courtyard, hard eyes at odds with his grin. "So, where should I go first? I can cut the head off the snake if need be."

Chrom shook his head; waving Robin's considering face away. "No, I feel there's more to this than we know. Carlen's a coward, but he'd never engage in such treachery with Ylisse in its current state. Then there's Duchess Diane and Feld's regent, McCloud. The former's an old ally of Emmeryn's and McCloud's made it no secret that he wants to retire."

Gaius shrugged. "Infiltration it is. Where to?"

Robin gestured for him to follow. "We'll be discussing that shortly. Alright, those I mentioned need to come with me. Chrom, can you send Frederick my way when you have the time?"

Chrom shook his head and strode from the courtyard. Robin knew he was going to talk to Emmeryn and Lissa, which was bound to be… pleasant.

He shook the thought from his head and led the ones he requested to another part of Flavia's palace. It was a large meeting hall that was more than adequate to fill their needs, but Robin refused to sit until Frederick joined them.

A few minutes later, two knights entered the room followed by Khan Flavia herself. Robin blinked at Raimi's appearance, wondering why she was there. "Raimi. While I feel my head hurting at the sight of you, it's good to see you healthy. What brings you here?"

Raimi smirked. "And I feel my leg twitch at the sight of your ugly mug. But, jokes aside, I just finished giving my report to Khan Flavia. She asked that I be here when she met with you."

Robin nodded, noting Frederick's unusually distraught expression. "Well, I'm always glad to have the Khan with us. Please, take a seat, we need to start."

They did so, Flavia starting them off. "So, Ylisse falls into open rebellion a few weeks before we're supposed to invade Plegia. You guys have some damn rotten luck, you know that?"

Vaike grunted. "I like to think we just have interesting luck, lady."

Nowi raised her hand. "Uh, so what's the plan? There is one, right?"

Robin stared at her. "Calm down, that's why we're here. Now then, we'll have to take back Ylisstol of course, but I know that city inside and out and Chrom knows it even better. What I need is information on Felds, Clarissa, and Draconis. What's the terrain like, what are the power centers, that kind of thing?"

Libra and Vaike looked at each other before Libra spoke. "Draconis is a land of mountains and valleys, but the presence of Mt. Prism makes the entire land green and filled with life. The regularity of seasons also means trees grow year-round. It's difficult to navigate outside the main roads with how thick the woods are."

Vaike shrugged. "'Less you're a local that is. I know a lot of game trails that lead to some of the bigger towns. Never been to the capital though, even if the Grand Cathedral's supposed to be quite the sight."

Frederick sighed, his face drooping in… disappointment? "Felds is called as such because it is completely flat. In addition, a number of rivers from Draconis's mountains run through the province. Put those two together and Felds makes its mark as Ylisse's breadbasket."

Robin frowned at him. "Why the long face? I'd expect you to be furious, nay, murderous."

Frederick's brow furrowed. "Raimi… described the leader of the riders chasing Harrison. To put it bluntly, it appears my sister has sided with the rebels."

Robin's eyes widened in direct accordance with the other Shepherds, only Nowi able to put a voice to their disbelief. "What? You have a sister?"

Frederick closed his eyes. "I do. We're barely a year apart, but I'm the younger of the two. Her name's Catherine, and she was sent to Draconis as a squire well before I joined the military. We've only spoken face to face a few times since then and it's been three years since I've received a letter. The only reason I knew she lived was keeping up with my parents."

Robin pinched his nose and turned to Cordelia. "What do you think? Frederick's got more reason than most to take Draconis down. I ask the same of you, Libra."

Cordelia shook her head. "I don't see why not. But, he'd need someone else to go with him, and I'd feel uneasy if it was less than three."

Libra coughed. "I agree to that. Vaike and I can go with him to deal with Draconis, but we'd need to be careful. Getting caught would weaken the Shepherds greatly, and a prolonged conflict will be the end of Ylisse."

Nowi stood, slamming her hands against the table. "I'm going too! I refuse to let my best friend go off and fight without me!"

Robin huffed, his hand falling into his lap. "Libra, how would the people of Draconis react to seeing a manakete fighting their leaders?"

Libra shrugged. "I have no way of knowing. If the priests and clerics are part of the rebels, they can claim Nowi's presence as a trick. But if they're not, we can use her presence as divine proof that the rebels are at fault."

Vaike hopped from his seat. "Then I guess we got our plan! I'll go get Cherche, she'll be a big-"

Frederick's voice thundered through the room. "Do so and you ruin our credibility! The common folk fear wyverns as Plegian harbingers. Bringing Lady Cherche would only lead to them believe we're in collusion with Plegia, damn her actual allegiance."

Vaike snarled, but Gaius put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy, sunshine. Big guy is just worried about her, ok?"

Vaike yanked his shoulder away, but returned to his seat. Robin sighed in relief before turning to the lone Clarissean in the room. "Alright, Sumia, what can you tell us? I don't want to press you, but this is important."

Sumia clasped her hands on her chest, breathing deep but shaky. "C-Clarissa is unremarkable. Its western side rises into mountains with trees on the Ylissean side of the border, but beyond that, it's very similar to Ylisstol itself. They're a proud group, but they prefer defense to anything and the troops reflect it. It's why they turtled when Plegia invaded, so attacking at all goes against their usual strategies."

Robin and the others blinked, Flavia voicing a question for the first time. "I'm sorry; I thought your family was only middling nobility. How do you know so much about their military doctrine?"

Sumia sighed, lips pursed. "My mother's a good friend of Duchess Diane. Or, she was at least. They had a falling out shortly after I joined the Shepherds, but I was schooled alongside the higher-born children before the argument."

Flavia leaned on her hands. "That means you've been to the capital. Is there anything interesting we should know about?"

Sumia shook her head. "Only that it rests on a great hill surrounded by plains. It's the most defensive spot in the province, but I know no secret passages."

Lon'qu grunted. "It'd be best I come with you then. I've some experience sneaking about, thanks to that orange haired rat over there, so I'll be the spy."

Gaius flashed a rude gesture, but the mood failed to lighten. Robin shook his head and looked to Raimi and Flavia. "That leaves me and Cordelia to deal with Felds. I'd like to send Donnel with Sumia and Lon'qu, if only for extra insurance, but may I ask to borrow Raimi?"

Flavia raised a brow. "What for? Surely your journey would be easier without needing to keep her pace, especially since you can fly."

Robin glanced over to see Raimi nodding in agreement. "Well, I'd prefer not to drag one of the other Shepherds into this since Chrom will be staying behind. Better to have a guard for him and Lissa, especially somewhere I know they'll be safe."

The unspoken reminder of the of the latest royal family passed with grimaces on every face.

Flavia stood. "Well, I'd like to, but Raimi's the commander of the largest gate facing Ylisse. You'll have to choose one of your own for this job, but I suggest it not be the dark mage. She'd be caught and burned before you got within a league of Felds."

Robin sighed. "I guess that's all we can do then. All right, just to summarize."

He pointed to Frederick, rolling his eyes when he realized Nowi had squirmed her way into his lap. "Frederick, you'll be taking Vaike, Libra, Nowi, and Gaius into Draconis. Considering the current Duke of the province is behind this rebellion, you'll be in charge of information gathering. Once you have all the information on possible conspirators you can find, arrest him."

Nowi frowned, her eyes going to Frederick. "What about his sister? Can't we… convince her she's wrong or something?"

Robin clicked his tongue. "I'll leave that up to Frederick. She's knowingly serving a rebelling lord though, so unless she repents, the law is clear. Please, Frederick, try and keep a clear head and don't do something you'll regret."

He looked over the room and sighed. "Anyway, that's the Draconis group. Sumia, you'll be taking Lon'qu and Donnel with you to infiltrate Clarissa's capital. Take care not to stand out, it'd be difficult if someone recognized you."

Sumia grumbled something Robin couldn't hear, but Cordelia stood and walked to her side, whispering what could only be encouragement into the other girl's ear. Robin licked his lips and continued. "Lastly, Cordelia and I will be going to Felds with one other Shepherd. We'll be investigating Regent McCloud, but I doubt he's involved. While we're there, we'll search for any signs of co-conspirators. Any questions?"

No one spoke, each contemplating their tasks. Flavia grunted and turned to the door. "Well, I'll have to divert some of the forces we were gathering over to the Longfort until this is sorted. Let's hope these rebels are sloppy or we may yet lose our chance."

She left without another word, Raimi following after a shallow bow. Robin gazed over his friends and felt his mind grow heavy.

They've fought tooth and nail, through heartache and pain, and these dastards have the audacity to stage a coup so soon after we lost Emmeryn. Even though her spirit remains with us, the loss damaged all of us, and I fear we may not recover if this isn't resolved swiftly.

When he came from his thoughts, only Cordelia was left in the room. She strode to his side and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "We should go tell Lord Chrom what's going on."

Robin groaned. "I'll tell him. Can I ask you to go tell the others about what's going on too? I think Stahl's going to be our best option for this trip."

Cordelia smiled and patted his shoulder before leaving the room. Robin took a moment to compose himself before he swept out of the room, dreading the impending argument.

-Nowi-

"Frederick! Frederick, wait up!"

Nowi jogged after her crush, more than a little annoyed that he was ignoring her. The knight had been inside his own head ever since the meeting had let out, and even threats of fiery retribution had done nothing to slow his pace.

Thus, Nowi had another plan, she just needed to catch the man before he ran into a wall.

She groaned as he turned another corner, her steps speeding. He's lucky I love him. Even when I'm all grown up, he out paces me by a mile. But, there should be a long hallway here…

Her face adopted a cheeky grin. Time for a sprint.

She turned the corner and put her head down, legs and arms pumping as she roared her battle cry. Her arms met metal and she heard a man's grunt, her momentum carried the both of them to the floor.

She grinned and looked up, only to see Stahl's flustered face. "Uh… you're not the one I was chasing."

Stahl laughed, awkwardness oozing off of him. "Uh, yeah, I guessed as much. Mind getting off of me?"

Nowi squeaked and scrambled off of him, eyes casting for her quarry.

Stahl groaned as he stood up, looking to the hall behind them. "If you're looking for Frederick, he went to his room."

Nowi nodded mutely, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Stahl just smiled and walked past her, calling a greeting to someone down the hall. "Hey, Cordelia, need something?"

His voice faded as Nowi's eyes focused on the door he'd told her about. Now that she thought about it, she'd never seen Frederick's room, or his tent for that matter. She'd only ever seen him out and about and at meal times.

She felt a strange nervousness settle over her, even as her boots clicked against the stone floor. The nerves only strained harder as the door got closer, a sick feeling taking root in her gut. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to the door, but there she paused.

It was strange, to see the hand right then. She'd been in her child form for years on end, to the point she'd long forgotten about her other form. It hadn't been until she'd wanted to prove Robin, and by extension Frederick, wrong that her memory returned.

Now… she'd remained like this for ever longer periods. It had been a long time ago, in a dark and horrid place where she'd learned that if she remained a child, she could remain childless. She'd resolved to stay as one until she met people she could trust.

Needless to say, it had been a long time.

But now, she always found herself as an adult when she was in Frederick's company. At first, he was her savior. Then he was her friend, and then her best friend, and then her beloved…

Nowi shook her head, clenching her hand into a fist. He'd even been kind enough to give her the gloves she wore, somehow keeping a straight face when he'd told her that they'd bring out her eyes. She'd worn the things ever since, the process of hooking the silk around her middle fingers and pulling it up her arms habit now.

Those actions made her heart throb, but now he was in turmoil. Who was she to stand here and act like one of those silly girls in Sumia's novels, when the one she cared for was hurting?

Resolve steeled, she knocked thrice on the solid oak and stepped back. No voice came through the door and there was no sound of movement either. Nowi frowned and tried again, testing the door after a moment longer.

It was unlocked.

Gulping, she opened the door. "Frederick? Are you ok?"

There was still no response, so she slipped inside and looked around. His room was an almost perfect copy of her own, which wasn't a big surprise, but what stood out was how orderly it was. His personal weapons, forged silver, stood on a rack to the side. Not a single rug or piece of furniture had been adjusted or moved from place.

That all paled before the man sitting on the simple bed, his armor still on and a wrapped parcel in his hands. He didn't move, not even when Nowi walked up to him. He only breathed deeply, brow furrowing to the point of uniting his eyebrows.

Nowi bent over, her concerned eyes meeting his. "Frederick… are you ok? You ignored me the whole way here and you wouldn't open the door."

Frederick blinked, his face scrunching in curiosity. "Nowi, why are you here?"

Nowi blew some hair out of her face. "I'm here because I'm worried. You've been really quiet ever since the meeting ended, and you even ignored me when I tried talking to you. Mind sharing?"

Frederick sighed, his head rising to its normal proud place. "I fear it's a personal issue. I appreciate the gesture, but I must come to a decision on my own."

Nowi frowned. "It's your sister, isn't it? I know Robin said the law was clear about what could happen to her, but you wouldn't let that happen to family, right?"

Frederick kept his gaze forward, refusing to look at Nowi. "If it means the safety of the realm, and my lord, then I will do what must be done. I will not enjoy such a task, and I will do all I can to convince my sister to repent, but should she refuse…"

The promise hung in the air, making Nowi gulp. "I-I see. Um… I guess I'll leave you be then. See you later."

Frederick reached out to her, just missing her arm. "Wait. Tell me, why the sudden interest? We've been friends since you've joined us, dare I say great ones. But, you've never once shown such concern for me. Why?"

Nowi paused by the door, mouth opened in disbelief. Sure, she'd teased a number of the Shepherds, men and women alike, about their love lives, but she didn't think Frederick was this dense.

Something irrational took hold of her mind and her mouth moved before she could think. "Tell me, Freddy, if I was captured along with… along with Chrom, and you could only save one of us, who would you choose?"

Frederick's eyes widened, his hand pulling back from Nowi. "What...? Nowi, that would never-"

"Tell me!" Nowi demanded, a well of emotions choking her.

Frederick took a deep breath, pinching his nose to ward off a headache. "Nowi… I would have to choose Lord Chrom, but let me explain myself!"

Nowi didn't hear a word after Chrom's name. The irrational feeling came on even stronger and she couldn't stand to be in the same room as Frederick. Her only recourse was to run.

And run she did, slamming the door open and taking off down the hall, ignoring Frederick's calls until they were long silent.

Frederick couldn't muster the strength to go after her, drained and angry at all that had happened. He had enough control to shut his door and lock it, but something snapped in him when his eyes found the parcel on his bed.

He grabbed the parcel and dashed it against the wall, the sound of bending metal and breaking glass piercing the silent room. Frederick panted for a few minutes, but panic soon overtook his anger.

Oh, Naga please let it be ok.

He ran to where the parcel lay on the floor and gingerly lifted it onto the lone chair in the room. Even as he did so, small purple stars tinkled from the cloth. He swept up the stars as best he could, but dread filled him as he unwrapped the cloth.

Frederick cursed as the item finally came into view, his worst fears realized. It had once been a glorious tiara, gold and silver vines entwined and studded with purple sapphires. Their meeting point bloomed into leaves that curled and embraced each other, creating five distinct openings to hold the crown jewels.

The left and right held triangles of polished jade, attained at great cost from an Outrealm cave. The top and bottom held half circles of pure onyx, obtained as a favor from the Outrealm merchant. Lastly, the centerpiece was a rectangle of pure sunstone, the edges carved to match the gems it bordered.

The centerpiece, the sunstone, had been a reward for services rendered, given to him by Chrom himself two years before Robin had joined the Shepherds.

Now it was all ruined. The sapphires had shattered from the impact, along with the jade and onyx. The metal was twisted and dented, the delicate reliefs and carvings crushed.

Only the sunstone remained whole, but two thin cracks ran the length of the gem. They weren't large, but they divided the stone's surface into four uneven parts and ruined the facets.

Frederick sighed, turning from the ruined gift and sitting back on his bed. The gift had been made especially for Nowi, Frederick having gone through the Outrealm gate with Robin and Chrom's permission. The manakete had mentioned that her current circlet was getting old and worn while she'd never received a gift she could really keep.

Thus, when she said her birthday was coming up, Frederick had taken it upon himself to give her something that would not only show his appreciation of her friendship, but also give her something that would last.

Except it wouldn't last. He'd destroyed it in a fit of confused rage. One most unlike him.

Frederick's hands clenched, the force making them shake. Damn you, Catherine. By betraying your oath, you've forced me somewhere I wouldn't wish my worst enemy.

His eyes burned with a fury rarely unleashed, a silent promise blazing in them. Repent, sister. Repent or I shall make your suffering grander than all of hell!

-Cherche-

Today was a cruel day.

Cherche had first woken to find that her dear Minerva had come down with an unfortunate fungal infection on her right side, making the scales itch madly. It would take the poor wyvern a week of constant care to be right again, and that was after Cherche wrangled three stable hands into helping her remove the infected scales.

It was similar to a type of infection that some of the Shepherds had gotten after marching through damp areas, making their feet itch for a week.

But, that was only the start. Due to the need to tend for Minerva, Cherche had been forced to skip the morning's training. It wasn't until she'd deemed Minerva in good enough hands that she'd even left the stables.

Shortly thereafter, she'd heard the awful news. Ylisse was at war with itself, and Vaike, who'd only been cleared for battle a few days ago, was going into the thick of it.

She felt so powerless.

Minerva was her greatest ally and confidant, the two of them inseparable and unstoppable. But Vaike, rough edges and all, was her closest friend beside Virion and had somehow charmed her silly. The last thing she wanted was to leave him alone in a den of jackals. But without Minerva, she was little more than a hindrance.

Oh, sure, she had training in other disciplines, but what use could the Shepherds have for a woman that had extensive training in heal-

Cherche smacked her forehead, feeling truly foolish for the first time in a long while. She may not have been able to go with Vaike proper for that reason, Libra was there after all, but she could at least volunteer as a healer for another group.

It was better than nothing, all things told.

With her idea solidified, Cherche stood from the bench she'd been thinking on for so long and set out to find Robin. It was commonly known there was no way in heaven Robin would let Chrom leave Regna Ferox, so he'd become the de facto decision maker on the rebellion. None knew Lissa's opinion on what was happening, as no one had seen her that day.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Cherche walked a familiar route to a simple, uninteresting door in an uninteresting hallway. She knocked on the door five times, in a specific pattern that all the Shepherds knew, and waited.

A moment later, the door opened to reveal a surprised Cordelia. "Oh, Cherche, do you need something?"

Cherche smiled. "I'd like to speak to Sir Robin if I could. Is he busy?"

Cordelia shook her head. "How many times has he told you to stop calling him sir? Anyway, he's talking with Sumia right now, going over what needs to happen in Clarissa."

Cherche sighed in relief. "Then I am not too late. May I come in, I have an offer for him and Sumia."

Cordelia frowned and turned back into the room. "Robin, Cherche has an offer for you… No, I don't know what it is, she hasn't told me… What? oOf course it's not about Vaike; she's far too calm… Alright, fine."

Cherche blinked, not sure what she had just witnessed. If she didn't know any better, they'd acted like your average married couple. The thought made an amused smile rise on her face, a smile that Cordelia didn't miss.

The other woman's cheeks warmed. "Uh, just ignore that. He'll see you now, come in."

Cordelia stepped aside and Cherche strode into the room, finding Robin and Sumia seated at a small table in the center of the room. The table was covered in maps and charts that made sense to none but Robin, and there were dark spots on the parchment next to Sumia.

The poor woman was the first to greet Cherche, eyes puffy and red. "Hello, Cherche… Is Minerva okay? I heard she was sick."

Cherche gave as reassuring a smile as she could. "She'll be fine. Had to take some scales off, but she'll be ok. I left the stable hands with detailed instructions on how to handle her."

Sumia sighed, relief replacing melancholy for a moment. "Thank Naga."

Robin rolled his shoulders. "Alright, Cherche, what's this offer? Minerva can't fly and I wouldn't send you on her for reasons I'm sure you've already realized. I'm not sending you with Vaike either, there's too many in that group as is."

Cherche stared at him. "Much as I wish I could convince you otherwise, that's not why I'm here. I would like to volunteer as a healer for Lady Sumia's group."

Robin blinked, hand flying to his chin. "That's right, Virion told me you were trained as a cleric. Small wonder I saw you running around in sage robes and Valkyrie gear in the Outrealms."

Cordelia strode from the door to Robin's side, giving a good punch on the shoulder while she was at it. "Oh, be quiet. You were doing anything and everything that didn't involve a Pegasus or Valkyrie training."

Robin rubbed his shoulder, silently wondering why he didn't wear his armor. "It's because men aren't allowed on pegasi or allowed to be Valkyries, which is a load of crap by the way, but I'm not here to argue that. Cherche, what's your logic for volunteering?"

Cherche shook her head, silently ruing not placing a bet on the two across from her. If Robin didn't confess to Cordelia by the time all this was over, or vice versa, someone was bound to explode. "My logic is that I'm an experienced healer. I would never claim to be of Lady Lissa's caliber, but I'm perfectly capable of keeping pace with Father Libra and Lady Maribelle."

Robin tapped his cheek, thinking on the idea. "You know… that's not a bad idea. You're perfectly capable on a horse, and I've seen you use Helswath to deadly effect, so I've no objection. Sumia, would you be ok with Cherche coming with you?"

Sumia nodded. "Certainly, it… it would be reassuring to have her with us."

Robin smiled. "Good, then that's settled. Cherche, you'll be meeting with Sumia, Lon'qu, and Donnel tomorrow at dawn. Your group will be the second to leave after the group bound for Draconis departs tonight."

Cherche rocked back in shock. "Tonight? Isn't that too soon for preparations to be complete?"

Robin shook his head. "Nay, it's later then I'd like. We only have until the end of this month to try and put down this rebellion or we lose our chance to take out Gangrel. I refuse to dally while the possibility of such bloodshed waits for us like a viper!"

He slammed his hand on the table, making Cherche jump. "U-understood. I'll go and prepare now."

She bowed and left, still startled by the sudden outburst. Voices echoed from the room as Cherche walked down the hall, but her mind had settled on her next destination. After wandering through the cold halls for a while, she finally found the one she'd been looking for.

Right as he was thrown across a courtyard and slid to a stop in front of her.

Cherche looked into the courtyard, wide eyes finding a sheepish Kellam. "Sorry, Vaike! Ice made my foot slip."

Vaike groaned from his spot on the ground. "Expectin' it at this point, tin man. Ah, hey, Cherche!"

Cherche reached down and helped him up. "Hello, I was looking for you. Not exactly how I expected to run into you, but it works."

Vaike chuckled. "Aw, you'll make me blush. I was goin' to make my way to see Nerva after I finished with tin man over there, but I guess you can tell me how the old girl's doin'."

Cherche sighed. "She has a mild case of scale-itch. It's not threatening in the least, but she can't fly with it. Also… I volunteered to go with Sumia's group."

Vaike choked on his next words, sputtering until his voice returned. "W-what? But, Minerva's out o' commission and Robin said you weren't going to go!"

Cherche placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "I'm going in the role of a healer. Yes, I'll be bringing Helswath with me, and yes, I'll be making elixirs for everyone tonight."

Vaike's jaw clicked shut. Was he that obvious?

Cherche chuckled, her hand migrating to his cheek. "Vaike, you're a dear friend. I dislike that you must go and confront your fellow countrymen without me, but Robin's logic is sound. All I ask, is that you be careful."

Her laugh came a little louder this time. "Though, your recklessness is charming in its own right. Can't take that out of you."

Vaike rubbed his neck, awkward as always. "Hey, uh, Cherche? Can I ask ya somet'in'?

Cherche tilted her head, hand falling from Vaike's cheek as her heart sped. "What is it?"

Vaike was looking everywhere but at her, his voice overflowing with anxiety. "See, uh, I was wonderin' if you got one of those fancy family names. I mean, we got that Olivia girl with us and she has one, and so do lots of other Shepherds, so …"

Cherche frowned. Where had this line of thought come from? "I do indeed have a surname, if that's what you're asking. My father was the one to earn it as he served Lord Virion's own father with great distinction. Why do you ask?"

Vaike gulped and turned, but cursed when he saw Kellam had long left. "Dammit tin man, you were my back up."

He turned back to see an unamused Cherche glaring at him, her arms folded across her chest. "Answer me, Vaike."

Vaike grunted and rubbed his neck again. "I, uh, just wanted to ask. When this is all over, I know people'll get all this glory and stuff, I mean why wouldn't we with myself around? Uh, that's not what I meant."

He started sweating under Cherche's annoyed gaze. "Look, I was wonderin' since if you had one, you could help me try for one. I don't come from a family, bein' a street rat and all, but I was hopin' to start sometin', where I can really belong."

Cherche's posture softened, but there was a glint of disappointment in her eyes. "Oh… I suppose that's a noble goal, if a trifle petty should you ask me. I suppose I can't talk, since I had a family growing up, but you'd likely be better served asking elsewhere. I'm not exactly… persuasive."

Vaike guffawed, missing the look of anger that flitted over Cherche's face. "Not persuasive? You could charm a badger out of its fur with just a look. Now, can you tell me? Just so I have something to work with, if nothing else."

Cherche huffed, disappointment and annoyance making her curt. "Orso, that is my name. It means 'bear' in Roseanne's tongue. Now, I have elixirs to brew. Good day, Sir Vaike."

Cherche turned on her heel and walked away with all the poise she could muster. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when Vaike asked something of her, but it certainly wasn't that.

Vaike moved as if to stop her, but pulled back instead. He didn't know what had made her so angry, but his mission was accomplished for now. He'd have to sort this problem out later.

Preferably after securing Virion's permission to court her… with a lesson or two on how to do it correctly.

Not from that dandy though. Kellam won Sully's heart, so he's the best to ask.

Vaike walked over and pulled Armads from where it had lain forgotten during the conversation. As he hefted it over his shoulder, a thought brought a grin to his face.

Hmm… maybe, Vaike Orso is the name I should have. I've always been called a great bear, and it sounds cool too!

He chuckled and sashayed out of the courtyard, ignorant of just how much groveling was ahead of him.

-Robin-

Night arrived with the finality of a blizzard. Snow coated the ground, white muted against the clouds that covered the sky and blocked the moon.

Robin sat in Chrom's quarters, contemplating the remaining Shepherds and their inevitable wait. He would be going along with Cordelia and Stahl to Felds, and in their time away there would be no guiding force for those that remained behind.

A flash from the table beside him revealed Emmeryn, her presence graceful as always. "I see you are troubled. Tell me, why are you so deep in thought when your fellows leave so soon?"

Robin snorted, glancing sidelong at the ghostly Exalt. "I contemplate your brother's actions when Frederick and myself are not here."

Emmeryn shook her head. "I will be here to stop any bullheadedness on his part. Besides, he understands his role in this trying time, as do you."

Robin turned to face her fully, a slight glare forming in his eyes. "You know, I was surprised at how well you took the news of this rebellion. Did you suspect this would happen?"

Emmeryn shook her head, sorrow coating her being. "Nay, not in my lifetime or those of my descendants. I was once naïve enough to think such a thing could never occur, but I know now that it was bound to happen. I just wish it were for greater reason than a gross grab for power."

Robin's glare dissipated. "I agree. Not only does Gangrel wait in the wings, but the rebels foolishly splinter their own power by turning it against their countrymen. It boggles the mind, but we shall find the truth."

Emmeryn smiled at him, her sorrow lessening, if only just. "I have no doubt that you shall. Now please, go see your friends off on their journey. To know that you have confidence in them will doubtlessly be a great boon."

Robin sighed, but stood and strode to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, a glance over his shoulder all he gave. "As much as I hate to say it, your era has ended. From here on, it will be a time of fear and suspicion. It will not end until Ylisse is rebuilt and tensions are buried."

Emmeryn sighed, hands hiding her face. "I know…I know. But, I know you can bring it to an end just as fast as it began."

Robin opened the door and turned to face the hallway. As he strode into the night and the door clacked shut, his final words echoed through the still air.

"Were it I shared your optimism."

-Castle Flavia, Main Gate-

The first group was already saddled and preparing to leave when Robin arrived.

Cherche was doling out hand-made elixirs to each member, more going to Libra than the others, but she was surprisingly silent when she passed by Vaike. Vaike caught Robin's eye, but shrugged helplessly at the questioning look.

Deciding to leave that for later, Robin jogged to a familiar shock of blue hair. "Chrom, how's the inspection going?"

Chrom glanced to him before turning his eyes back to the others. "They're all set to go. Libra has informed me that the trip to Draconis's borders will likely take three days. They could go faster, but it's best to draw as little attention as possible."

Robin looked to the saddled Shepherds, noting the dark traveling cloaks they wore and their bound weapons. They looked ready to go, if distracted in some cases.

Chrom pointed to one of them in particular. "Have you heard anything from Nowi? She's been upset since noon, but refuses to say why."

Robin looked the manakete over, frowning at her dour face. "I wouldn't know. Have you tried asking Frederick?"

Chrom sighed. "He won't answer either, and I didn't want to press. Nowi seems to be avoiding him at every turn."

Robin hissed through his teeth, that wasn't good. "Nowi! Come here for a minute!"

Nowi's head shot up, but she cantered forward. "What's up?"

Robin reached into his robe and pulled out a golden book. "This is Ivaldi, one of the tomes we found during our initial foray into the Outrealms. Should any of you face overwhelming odds, please give this to Libra. He has enough knowledge of magic to use it as a last-ditch effort."

Nowi took the tome with a frown, the book inert in her hands. "Ok… why give this to me?"

Robin shook his head. "Because I know you won't lose it. Even with all our training, none of us can hope to match you in dragon form, so I entrust their protection to you. Please, bring them home."

Nowi folded her arms over the tome, biting her lip. After some time to let her thoughts settle, she nodded sharply. "I will."

Robin smiled and signaled for her to join the group. She did with much more vigor in her body, but she still stayed well away from Frederick. Robin was ready to give the signal to leave, but one more voice needed to be heard.

"Gaius! You come back in one piece, you hear me? I refuse to have you die before you tell me everything!"

Gaius groaned as the one and only Maribelle arrived. "Look, Twinkles, I can't promise anything. But, I've been through scrapes worse than this and came out fine. So don't worry, I'll tell you everything over a nice cup of cocoa when I get back."

Maribelle had the look of someone that had a lot more to say, but Robin had been tracking the moon whenever a break in the clouds appeared. They'd tarried long enough as it was.

"Alright, get on your way! Remember, your mission is to gather information, not engage them! Rendezvous with myself and the others at the Longfort in two weeks!"

His hand flew to his side. "Go!"

The horses whinnied and sped into the night, a cloud of white the only sign that they had left. Silence reigned over the remaining Shepherds, but they slowly returned to the castle halls until only Cherche and Robin remained.

Robin walked up to the silent woman, her eyes never deviating from the cold horizon. "Cherche, is something wrong? You didn't speak with Vaike before he left."

Cherche sighed, coming out of her trance. "I… I don't know. We had a conversation earlier, but he said something that's made me rather upset. Why that is, I don't know, especially since it's so inane."

She turned and left before Robin could get another word in. Robin shook his head and wandered into the castle, heading vaguely in the direction of his room.

As he walked, he saw no one, only the cold air and silence to keep him company. He preferred it, if only because it let his mind wander to simpler things. It wasn't allowed this respite for long though, the next courtyard he passed held something that made his breath catch.

That's… Lissa and Donnel! Are they… are they doing what I think?

Robin hid behind a pillar and turned his eye to the center of the courtyard he'd been walking by. There was no mistaking Donnel's characteristic tin pot or Lissa's pigtails, so it was them, it was just…

They were kissing.

Robin and everyone with half a brain could tell those two were crushing hard on each other, but Robin certainly didn't expect this! It was for the best that Chrom wasn't in the area, lest Donnel be forced to flee long before he was supposed to leave with the others.

Deciding he'd spied long enough, Robin snuck back the way he came and took another route. It took him past the armory the Shepherds had been granted, but an almost imperceptible noise made him pause before the door.

Was that… snoring?

Curious, he opened the door as slowly as he could. It creaked with every movement, making Robin wince every time until the opening was wide enough for him to slip in.

There was only torch light in the room, but it was enough to light the lone figure slumped against one of the pillars inside. Robin sighed when he saw the figure, a fond smile forcing itself onto his face.

Come on, Cordelia. I know you're nervous, I am too, but you do us no good by catching a cold.

The woman of his dreams was still in her armor from the day, but he could see tiny tremors on her arms from the cold air. Crushing his amusement, he walked up and placed the back of his hand to her forehead.

Good, no fever. Let's get you to a proper bed before that changes.

Used to having to move her from numerous nights of falling asleep in strange places, Robin lifted her gently and strode from the armory as quietly as he could.

Yes, he did check to make sure the door was locked. Cordelia would have taken his spleen if he hadn't.

Ok, he was exaggerating, but she would have been quite cross. Thankfully, that catastrophe was averted and Robin strode through the silent halls with his crush in his arms.

After a time where Robin simply enjoyed the sensation of holding Cordelia close to him despite a steady creep of exhaustion, he finally arrived at her room. The door was unlocked, to his surprise, but a look inside showed nothing out of place.

Glad to see the room as it was supposed to be, Robin walked to the bed and laid Cordelia onto the simple mattress. It took some work to get the blankets over her after that, but she was resting comfortably when he was done.

Satisfied, Robin turned to leave when a wave of exhaustion hit him. It made him stagger in place and he felt his eyes grow incredibly heavy.

More tired… than I thought. Sorry, Cordelia, I just need… a little… nap.

Robin's legs almost gave out, but he was able to sit gently. His head bobbed a few times before he thumped against the pillow on the bed, his face close to Cordelia's own.

The coat would provide Robin's warmth, but it was Cordelia's hand snaking out in an unconscious desire to help and finding his own that made him finally relax.

But, oh, what a morning he would face.

-Castle Flavia, Dawn-

The next group to leave was considerably smaller than the first.

Sumia fidgeted in her saddle, not used to sitting astride a normal horse. Selene wasn't allowed on the principle of being too recognizable, and the less noticeable Sumia was in her home province, the better.

She just wished Cordelia and Chrom were there to see them off. Lon'qu had been able to speak with Olivia for a short time and Lissa had hugged Donnel tightly before they'd jumped into their saddles.

Cherche had used Vaike's absence to make sure she had all her supplies in order, including a pair of staves for emergency treatment.

Sumia just sat there and fidgeted while this happened, unsure of her role in this. Yes, she was a guide, but Robin and Chrom had assigned her another task.

She was the leader of the whole group.

That meant that they moved on her signal and followed her orders, even if she felt unsure about them. It made her so uncomfortable, so incredibly uncomfortable.

I suppose… this is the reality of royalty and commanders. Your every word and order can determine who lives and who dies. I just… I just don't know if I'm ready for this.

Sumia glanced to the horizon, sighing at the brightening eastern sky. "Is… is everyone ready?"

Cherche smiled at her, obviously trying to be reassuring. "We're all ready to go. Just give the word."

Sumia looked to see Donnel saluting her and Lon'qu nodding in agreement. She felt herself relax and her horse pawed the ground impatiently.

"Alright, move o-"

"Sumia!"

Sumia almost fell off her horse, Donnel nearly joining her if the clanking of his armor meant anything. She looked back to the gate to see a panting and flustered Chrom running towards her.

Chrom? Aw, he did come to see me off… wait.

Her eyes narrowed, spotting something slung over Chrom's shoulder.

Is that… a pack?

Sumia's eyes shot to the road, her mind realizing Chrom's plan. "Move out, now!"

Cherche and Lon'qu understood the sudden urgency immediately, their horses spurring after Sumia. Donnel though, was still trying to right himself in the saddle.

The moment he did, Chrom joined him.

The horse huffed at the sudden weight, but a slap to the rear from Chrom sent it running after Sumia and the others. Donnel tried his best to regain control of the horse, but he was a far less experienced rider than Chrom, to say nothing of the disparity in their strength.

Thus, he was rendered a bystander as Chrom disobeyed Robin's orders and joined Sumia and her group on the mission to Clarissa.

Who would explode first, Emmeryn or Robin, was something Lissa wondered throughout the entire debacle.

-Cordelia-

The sun brushed against sleepy eyes, scarlet gems parting blearily to foggy surroundings.

Oh… I fell asleep.

Cordelia stifled a yawn and blinked a few times, her vision clearing bit by bit.

Huh… why's Robin here? …Who cares? This is a dream, I can tell.

It was funny how real it felt. She could feel the warmth of his hand in hers, feel his breath as he lay beside her. It was magical.

I so enjoy this dream… maybe one day it can become reality, but now… I'll indulge myself before waking up.

Cordelia smiled and pulled herself closer to Robin, until their foreheads were nearly touching. She pushed forward the small distance and pressed their heads together, marveling at the warmth her dream held.

Then, she claimed her prize.

Robin's lips were soft, molding to hers with a perfection that bordered on divine. The kiss was simple and chaste, nothing but deep love going into it. She pulled back and dove in again and again, each time taking her fill.

Finally, she just lay there, watching Robin breathe deeply.

I always imagined he was a deep sleeper. I wonder if he's actually like this when he's not sleep deprived.

Cordelia giggled and decided for one more kiss before she would go back to sleep and awake in the real world, where her affections had to remain unfulfilled.

This time she reached behind his head and ran her hands through the smooth purple, her lips meeting his in the deepest kiss yet. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation, but when she pulled back and opened them once more, shocked opals stared back at her.

Cordelia smiled at him. "Good morning."

Robin continued to stare in shock, an odd occurrence for these dreams. Cordelia frowned at him, ignoring a niggling part of her mind. "Is everything alright?"

Robin blinked once, twice, three times before one of his hands reached over and found her cheek.

He then pinched that cheek and his own at the same time.

Pain blossomed on her cheek, and she expected the dream to fall away, for Robin to be replaced by a poor, smothered pillow.

Except he didn't and that niggling part of her mind took over in a full-blown panic.

"R-Robin? Y-you're not a pillow?"

Robin didn't respond, his cheeks slowly starting to glow. Cordelia's own had long grown hot enough to tempt bursting into flame, but Robin apparently had other plans.

He stood, walked calmly to the door, bowed, and left. All without a word.

Cordelia watched him go, equally silent. All she could do was grab a pillow, clutch it in her arms, curl around it, and cry from sheer mortification.

Never had there been a more inspiring way for the heroes of Ylisse to almost miss the meeting time.

Even as they gathered at the gate, Stahl found himself acting as an impromptu wall between his blushing and silent compatriots, silently wondering what had happened.

Then, Lissa killed the awkwardness with the worst possible news.

"Chrom did what?!"

The shout echoed across the castle, followed by Flavia's greatly amused laughter. There was no way to catch the rogue prince, but Robin swore to tan the man's hide when next they met.

With the awkwardness of the morning buried under the fury of righteous indignation, the final group set out for Felds, the furthest rebel province from the Ferox border.

As they spurred their horses forward, Robin pulled beside Cordelia and performed a series of hand signals. He and Chrom had come up with it during a stint in the Outrealms and subsequently taught them to all the Shepherds.

We'll talk later

Cordelia nodded, but kept her eyes on the road.

A few hours later, they were through the Longfort and on their way, mentally preparing for the trials that awaited them.

All the while, the vultures circled.

-Cave-

"You were turned away? Why didn't you show those barbarians their place?"

The knight in blue, Catherine, kneeled before a council of shadowy figures. "I could not, milady. They had both the high ground and great numbers. To attempt a fight was suicide."

There were murmurs in the shadows, the most common being comments about how the Shepherds had defeated similar odds with far less. Meredith grit her teeth silently, promising to silence such things when she garnered enough forces.

"Enough, gossiping will do nothing."

One of the shadows stood, a fine dress marking her as a noble. "The runaway has likely already informed the 'Prince' of our actions. We must prepare for any intruders, close our borders."

Another shadow stood. "Why should we? The Feroxi only stand as allies against Plegia, they would not attack us!"

Yet another hissed at the protestor. "They have a great tactician on their side and should they make contact with any loyalists, we could well lose it all! The lady's words are sound!"

Murmurs of assent rippled through the chamber, the lady spoke with a hint of smugness. "Then we are agreed. Dame Catherine, you shall secure Draconis's borders. We must allow our dear priests and clerics the time they need to win the populace."

Catherine saluted and left, catching the names of two more captains sent to secure the other provinces.

Draven and Evelyn.

One was a well-known turtle who preferred to keep his men in only the most defensible positions with no exceptions, much to the consternation of his superiors in Ylisstol. At least, until he became the superior when Ylisstol fell.

The other was a guerilla, preferring traps and ambushes to catch her quarry with a minimum of fuss. Her overly paranoid nature was useful against bandits and thugs, but her meticulous tactics limited her use outside of her home province of Felds.

They would make perfect compliments to Catherine's own ruthless strategies, if only until the previous family was fully ousted and a more appropriate ruler could take the throne.

Had it crossed her mind that she may very well have to kill her younger brother to see this plan realized? Of course.

She just didn't care.

Not anymore.

Ch End.

Woof, how's that?

I give unto you, the newly written chapter 20! For the next few chapters, we enter what I call the 'Rebellion' arc. There will be two chapters per squad and a final one that ties both the Rebellion and Gangrel up into a nice bow. Then, we can go into peace time with what I believe are much better ideas!

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