Ok, who's ready for another fun round of peace time? As I said previously, there are going to be time skips, and this is going to have one. If I did every event, we'd be here forever, so I hope I do a good job explaining what's going on.

Meetings, Greetings, and a Parting

Chrom stared at Sumia in ill-concealed fear, his love's disappointment boring through his soul. "Sumia, I can explain-!"

"Then do so," Sumia said as she strode into the room, moving a chair aside. "But bring forth your sister as well, so that I may hear why she has hidden herself."

Chrom grimaced, but shook his head. "Emm, come out."

Emmeryn shimmered into being again, returning to her own seat with regret clear in the air around her. "Hello, Sumia… I was hoping this meeting wouldn't happen for a few more weeks."

Sumia took a seat and crossed her arms at the siblings, glare still in place. "Don't lie, it doesn't suit you Emmeryn. Now, explain how the woman I saw die is here with us and why you never deigned to inform me of it."

Chrom bit his lips, trying to find the words. "The things is… Sumia, look, Emm is dead. What you see here is a construct through which Emm's soul speaks. Emm herself lies within the jewel that you've seen me with over the last few weeks."

Sumia nodded slowly. "And what is this miraculous jewel?"

"A gift given by our mother," Emmeryn answered. "I did not know of its properties for some time, but I'd worn it for years in memory of our once peaceful family. I briefly had it placed into the Royal Archives for safe keeping, but I changed my mind the day I gave Chrom the Fire Emblem."

Sumia's frown deepened. "Forgive the skepticism, but that sounds strange. When did your mother gain a gem that could hold a soul, yet not use it to save her own life?"

"Emm explained when she first appeared." Chrom sighed. "The gem itself is one of Naga's artifacts and searches the soul of whoever bears it at the moment of death. Emm was given the gem before our mother died, so it was not in her possession when she passed."

Sumia worked her jaw, frustration clear. "That doesn't explain why you didn't share this with me. I can understand that revealing Emmeryn was alive, or whatever this state is, to the public would be ill-advised. However, I am your fiancée, and strange as it is to say it, the future queen of Ylisse. I'd say this is something I need to know."

"That's what we were discussing." Chrom sighed. "And Emmeryn insisted that we keep the number that knew to a minimum. Besides myself, only Lissa and Robin know."

Sumia jaw tightened. "Lissa I can understand, but why Robin?"

"Because he was in a rut." Emmeryn answered. "They both were. Lissa felt that my death was her personal fault and that all she'd done and would do could never make up for it. Robin was similar, but he attempted to bury himself in work to hide from the shame. In order to save both heart and mind of the Shepherds, Chrom and I agreed to reveal my survival to them first."

Chrom kept going before Sumia could open her mouth. "Emm wishes to remain dead to the outside world. The construct can change its appearance to suit Emm's needs and we were planning on bringing her on as an advisor after the war was over. Then this rebellion happened and we've been too busy putting the pieces back together to involve you."

"Just because it makes sense doesn't mean I'm not mad." Sumia muttered. "Besides, when were you going to tell me? After we'd wed?"

Emmeryn nodded. "Around then, yes. By that point everything would have settled down and we could tell you without adding undue stress. But, as is apparent, that is no longer the case."

"No," Sumia drawled sarcastically, "it's not. Look, I'm willing to let this drop because you've given me reason for hiding it, but by Naga I'm staying mad at you until next week."

Chrom hung his head. "I'm glad to receive so light a punishment. Um, would you like to stay with us? We were going to start deciding on Emm's disguise before you came in."

Sumia tilted her head, a hum bubbling in her throat. "I… guess? I mean, I found this out because I saw Lissa crying on Lady Emmeryn's shoulder in the garden earlier. I was convinced I'd seen a phantom and was coming to talk to you when I heard her voice. That's what made me mad."

Chrom fixed a sheepish Emmeryn with an annoyed stare. "I told you two to keep it brief."

"What could I do?" Emmeryn defended. "Relief and grief must both be expended in their own time, no force on earth can change that. Let us count ourselves lucky that Sumia came straight to you."

Chrom's eyes widened, mind latching onto that last sentence. "What if someone else saw? Just having rumors would be bad enough, but…"

Sumia laid his concerns to rest. "I was the only one in the gardens. I didn't see or hear anyone else in the halls beside Lissa and Lady Emmeryn."

"Well that's a relief," Emmeryn said. "Though please, Sumia, stop calling me Lady. You'll be my sister in law before long, just call me Emm."

Sumia blushed. "I… I'll try, I guess. Um, anyway, I'll leave this with you. I need to go and think on all this."

She held a parchment out to Chrom before standing to leave, head cradled in her hand. Once the door was shut, Chrom locked it and went back to his seat. "Wonder what this is?"

Opening the parchment, Chrom scanned over the words before groaning in frustration. "For Naga's sake, we just finished a war. People need to get their priorities in order."

Emmeryn took the parchment from Chrom's hand, giggling after she read it. "I just love how they used and/or when referring to your first-born. Have to give them attention to detail, if nothing else."

"They're trying to court a child that hasn't been conceived or even thought of!" Chrom growled. "We have ruined roads and a severely depleted army and they're worried about this!"

Emmeryn patted his shoulder, eyes sparkling with laughter. "Let the nobles play their games, it makes for great stories. I'll handle the response so you don't scare this poor baron off; it likely took either great stupidity or great courage to even write this out."

Chrom shook his head, mind turning to other subjects. "Let's leave that to rot for now. Emm, we need your disguise to be something that no one would ever suspect."

"I'll remove the brand and change my hair color." Emmeryn granted, the changes taking place before Chrom's eyes. "Besides, I've always been curious what I'd look like with dark hair."

Chrom shook his head, wondering at the floor length field of black hair Emmeryn had spontaneously grown. "Just… try not to trip on it. Anyway, you need to change your eyes too, probably height and facial features at that."

Emmeryn rolled her eyes, the light-blue orbs shifting to amethyst and her face growing softer. "I'm quite aware of what needs to change. Now, I'll need a new voice too, so here's some ideas."

Emmeryn cleared her throat before a sultry, sinful voice came out. "How's this?"

Chrom flushed, horrified. "No! You sound like some… seductress!"

Emmeryn giggled before her voice changed again, this time wise and matronly. "This?"

Chrom bit his tongue. This one was much better than the first, but… "You sound like Old Nurse Nan. Doesn't really match your appearance."

Emmeryn gave him a half-lidded glare. "What are you, a theatre director?"

Chrom raised his brow at that voice, liking it the most out of the bunch. "That almost sounds like a girl version of Robin. It matches the look, so I think it's a contender."

"Now you sound like a tourney organizer," Emmeryn shot. "You've been spending too much time around Vaike."

Chrom shrugged. "Hey, I have to know who you look like when the time comes, otherwise this gets awkward. Last thing is your wardrobe, any ideas?"

Emmeryn shrugged before her sage robes became stained with maroon. The garments shifted to a simple gown with a white cape over the back. "There, now I show I'm affiliated with none of the duchies."

Chrom nodded, looking Emmeryn's new body over for any identifying marks. "…Looks good. We'll work out the voice later, but I like what you came up with. Ever think of being a novelist? You're quite creative."

Emmeryn giggled and returned to her normal shape. "Thank you, Chrom, but perhaps later. For now, I'll leave you be, General Evelyn is waiting for you to meet with her."

Chrom smacked his head. "I'll have to apologize for making her wait. Talk later?"

Emmeryn smiled and faded away, Chrom stowing her jewel before leaving. The hall outside was empty, thankfully, but Chrom soon returned to the hustle and bustle of the palace. Servants, guards, clerks, and various others milled around, though they made way for him as expected. Chrom would have preferred they never notice him, but his new position made it mandatory.

Wishing to escape the unsubtle gazes, Chrom kept his pace measured but quick. It was only a few minutes later that he arrived at his destination and entered the room.

Only to find Stahl and General Evelyn having a lovely discussion.

Chrom stared at the pair for a moment before clearing his throat. "While I hate to break this up, we're behind as is."

Stahl and Evelyn jumped at his voice, both popping to attention with embarrassed blushes. "Prince Chrom!"

Chrom shook his head, amused. "Calm down. Evelyn, Miriel told me you wanted to discuss Felds' fate?"

Evelyn nodded and dropped her salute. "I do, milord. Felds had little to do with the rebellion outside of Count Theodore, so I was hoping repercussions would be light."

"She did help us," Stahl reminded. "I think that helps."

Chrom gave his friend a curious look. "I wasn't thinking of slapping Felds with any particular punishment anyway. As you say, the province at large was meager help to the rebellion and General Evelyn turned to our side with little convincing. If anything, I was just going to tack on a grain tax for a few months before dropping the issue."

Evelyn's relief was stark. "You're too gracious, Prince Chrom. Um, if I may, could I ask to serve as head of the Feldian forces until a new duke is appointed?"

"You already are," Chrom noted. "But I don't mind giving my stamp if you need it. I'll be expecting regular reports from you after you get back, and don't think Robin won't let me know if you're up to something."

Stahl chuckled. "That's right; you made the poor guy a baron if Felds."

Chrom smirked, but kept his eyes on Evelyn. "Beyond that, I'll also be calling bi-monthly meetings for the heads of each province. However, with three of them headless, it'll be you and two others representing the people for now."

Evelyn pursed her lips, but she looked intrigued. "Well, that's not what I expected walking in here today… Can I make one more request?"

Chrom raised his brow, the silence prompting Evelyn to continue.

"I would like Sir Stahl to serve as my liaison to Ylisstol." Evelyn said. "I've been told by many of the Shepherds he is quite dependable and I've seen him in action. Good insurance, don't you think?

Chrom blinked, dumbfounded. Stahl was too, if his response meant anything. "Say what? I was pretty sure I'd be staying with the Shepherds, and I don't have anywhere to stay in Felds."

"You can take one of the officer's rooms in Linde." Evelyn offered. "We have a few that aren't being used."

Stahl remained stunned by the offer, so Chrom offered his two gold. "The fact you have open officer rooms does not inspire confidence in Felds' forces. But, that's what I'm letting you clean up, and it's not like the Shepherds are going to be anything more than an emergency force at this point."

Stahl's jaw dropped. "What do you mean Cap-err, Prince Chrom? I thought the Shepherds would still be your personal force!"

Chrom had the decency to look sheepish. "Well, I can't be there to command anymore. Maybe during another war, but everyone has lives outside of the Shepherds. I'll keep a ledger of everyone and where they are, but otherwise they're free to do as they wish. Oh, and I'll be sure to find somewhere in town to host a reunion at least once a year."

He patted the disappointed Stahl's shoulder. "Besides, it's not like we won't be seeing each other. Kellam and Sully are joining the royal guard with Frederick, so we'll all be here whenever you're in town. Just don't let that Feldian Rye Ale go to your head, alright?"

Stahl was still obviously broken up about it, but he put on a brave face. "Ok… I'll be sure to make time for Sully to whip my ass into shape when I visit, but only if I have three days stay over."

Chrom laughed and held out a hand, the friends trading grips. "You and me both. We can lament our sore behinds over breakfast the next day."

"I'll hold you to that," Stahl laughed. "Um, is there anything else you wanted to discuss, Eve?"

Evelyn, who'd watched the exchange with vague amusement, snapped back to reality. "Not that I can think of, no. I had this big speech prepared about how Felds didn't deserve to be punished, but that got thrown out the window. Guess I'll be seeing you soon, eh cowlick?"

Stahl scowled at the nickname, but Chrom excused himself and left the two to bicker. Honestly, Chrom was glad that Stahl had found someone to talk to about his hobbies. The poor guy had made plenty of friends in the Shepherds, but seeing him talk with Evelyn was the most relaxed Chrom had ever seen him.

A smirk crossed his face. Time to add another bet to the ledger too.

-Libra-

"How goes it?"

Libra glanced up from the text he was reading, eyes blurry from starring at the writing for so long. "As well as can be expected, Lord Virion, like I told you an hour ago."

Virion shrugged and flipped the page of his own text. "Yes, well, I simply wish to hear if you've discovered any further revisions. Our dear friend here is starting to cramp."

Libra rubbed his eyes and sighed. Ricken had volunteered to compile the revisions Libra felt needed if the church was to survive, but the poor boy was wincing with every stroke of his quill. "Then we shall take a short rest. Ricken, you can take what you have to Miriel, she'll see that it's delivered to the bishop."

Ricken hid his relief well, but Libra could see the young man slump in his seat. "I'll get right on it. Hope she doesn't try and make me get something weird this time either."

Libra almost smiled at the resigned tone as Ricken left. Of course Miriel would steal him to do something; she always did, no matter the messenger.

"In any case," Virion coughed, "I would like to point out something I found here. In the section dedicated to priest and cleric requirements, there's no mention of having to know scripture or the edicts of the church, only that they can heal."

Libra hummed. "That's too broad. Healing magic may require the desire to heal, but sadists would desire healing so their victim's suffering could continue. Honestly, Lord Virion, the more we go through this the more thankful I become to my lost brothers."

Virion shrugged, hand reaching for a cup of tea at his side. "Well it doesn't surprise me all that much. Back in Roseanne, there were entire schools dedicated to training clerics and priests. It helps that the Mila Tree is a short pilgrimage from its borders, but the requirements to get in to any of the schools are far stricter than becoming clergy here."

"I know," Libra sighed. "But that's why we're here. I don't understand why Prince Chrom decided to appoint me as one of the church's leaders, but I will gladly leave the politics to Bishop Adrien. The moment we have a workable set of rules, I plan to resign."

Virion sipped his tea. "Well… I can't say that surprises me. You do seem more suited for a personal role rather than overseeing the entire church."

"That is how I prefer to minister." Libra agreed. "And I'm not one for administration either. It will be a relief to leave this behind."

Virion raised a brow at his friend, curiosity clear. "What exactly do you plan on doing? I may not go amongst the locals that often, but I've heard the soldiers whispering whenever a simple priest walks by. The church is, for lack of clarity, seen as a traitor worse than the military rebels."

Libra pinched his nose, a headache pounding between his eyes. "As well they should. The Head Cleric, second only to the Exalt in the church, was a collaborator and so were many of her advisors. It'll be months before we have the full picture, and many more before we've removed every rat."

"As should be expected." Virion conceded. "But you didn't answer my question."

Libra frowned before folding his hands and laying his chin on them. "I… don't really know. We've been so busy I've never stopped to think about it."

"Well you probably should." Virion sighed, closing his text and standing. "This may take some time, but life goes forever forward. I'll leave you to it, just be sure to take your own advice and rest."

Virion left without waiting for a response, Libra finding himself alone for the first time that day. "What I wish to do… An innocent question with grand implications."

He had little time to ponder on the question before his door opened, the ever-moody Tharja stalking inside.

"What can I do for you, Tharja?" Libra asked, mentally preparing himself for Tharja's antics. The woman would not leave him alone when it came to her amorous advances and even his patience would be stretched thin if she was particularly persistent.

"I need your advice." Tharja mumbled. "I find myself… unoccupied as I await the worm hearts to bind Catherine. As I wandered through town, a band of sniveling children accosted me and refused to leave me in peace. Neither my attempts to evade them or threats of harmless curses scattered them. Tell me, how does one disperse such… interest without turning them into toads?"

Libra felt a wry smile bloom on his face. "Not good with children huh? Well, to be honest, most are too curious to ever consider danger at first. If they're scared, they'll run, but otherwise it's an endless barrage of questions until they're tired or drawn to something else. "

He tapped his cheek. "All you can really do is have patience. Even then, children aren't all bad, their minds are still fresh to the world and can look at things in ways you and I can barely imagine. You never know, some may be wiser than any sage could hope to claim or more creative than a sorcerer."

Tharja scowled. "So, you're saying to let them harangue and pester me without consequence? I must do something lest they decide I am something to climb on when I retrieve important ingredients!"

Libra shrugged. "Well, you must not have been very convincing when trying to drive them off. Children can, despite what I said, feel danger and will flee if threatened. However, should you harm a child, none in the Shepherds, least of all I, will ever speak to you again."

Tharja glared at him. "I'm insulted to hear you think so low of me. I simply wish to be left alone, but no harm would befall them. At worst they'd be a toad for two seconds and they'd be back to normal before knowing what happened."

"We both know curses don't always work." Libra countered. "Let's just hold off on the idea, ok? Instead, why not share with me why you'd ask a priest for help dealing with children..."

Tharja licked her lips and clutched her tome tightly. "I ask… because I have a reputation to uphold. It ill befits a dark mage to be seen as caring or nurturing… or motherly."

Tharja spat the word like a curse, but Libra saw through the veneer of disgust. While surprising, he was glad to see that Tharja held a soft-spot for something that wasn't dark magic.

"Well," Libra began, "all I can say is try to be patient. They probably just see you and your way of dress as novel. Give it a few days and they'll find something else to occupy their time."

Tharja didn't like this answer, her scowl showed as much, but she forced her attention to the books scattered across Libra's desk. "Are you still going over the texts?"

Libra nodded, pointing to one of the smaller texts. "Not by myself, Lord Virion and Ricken were helping as well. We've made some progress, but there's still several tomes to go through on the church's inner workings before we can safely leave it to Bishop Adrien."

"Then Chrom and Sumia." Tharja muttered. "Well, are you taking a break? I need help in the library, the way they've arranged the place doesn't make any sense."

Libra's brow rose. "No attempts to seduce me today? Did the children really rattle you that much?"

Tharja looked away, scowl deepening. "Look, drop the kids already. Can you help me take stock of the library's tomes on dark magic or not?"

"Very well," Libra chuckled. "But would you mind if I accompanied you next time you go into town? I would like to see if those children come to you again, I'll be able to advise you better that way."

Tharja mumbled something, likely a curse, but Libra shrugged it off and stood. "Come, I'll explain how the library is organized while we walk."

Tharja hid her eyes behind her bangs, but followed Libra regardless.

"It's not my fault they're so damn chipper… or cute."

-Cordelia-

"Ok, that's the last of the announcements."

Cordelia patted her pile of parchment against the desk she'd taken over, her erstwhile assistant slamming their head into the wood. "Thank Naga, that was torture."

Cordelia smiled at Sully, well aware the other red-head wasn't a fan of design. "Well, you were very helpful. These would have been much longer if you hadn't helped with the message."

"We could've left the scribing to, you know, the scribes." Sully groused. "I had to miss lunch with Kellam because of this."

Cordelia scratched her cheek, sheepish. "Sorry about that, I'll make it up to you somehow. Say, now that I think about it, weren't you get placed in the royal guard?"

Sully pulled her head from the desk. "That I was, same with Kellam and Frederick. Frederick's technically the captain, but he won't be taking formal power until Chrom and Sumia tie the knot."

Cordelia laid the parchment down. "Plenty of time to get Nowi situated, good. Guess that means you'll be handling duties for the meeting next week?"

"Yeah," Sully groaned. "Most of these bozos still couldn't find Kellam if he was right in front of them. Tried telling them the old trick until they got used to it, but no one listens."

Cordelia nodded, one of Robin's stories coming to mind. "That doesn't surprise me. Robin's told me that Gaius didn't start heeding that advice until Kellam scared the life out of him a few times."

Sully smirked, remembering the assassin's haunted face. "Yeah, fun times. Anyway, it'll be a lot of work since I have to be so visible. Even more so since my family's decided it would be a good time to come down."

Cordelia sighed. "That sounds like my parents. They couldn't leave on account of Duchess Catarnia's orders, but I don't understand why they'll be coming with the duchess. Last I heard, my mother's Pegasus was still in perfect health and it's only two days to Ylisstol by flight."

Sully shrugged, unconcerned. "The crisis is over, but I'd sure as heck want to stay in time with the big wigs right now. You know, plenty of guards to keep you safe while everyone tries to figure out new patrols."

Cordelia had a feeling that wasn't the case, but speculation would get them nowhere. "I can ask when they arrive. Getting back on track, let's get these to Miriel. She'll see them distributed."

"That woman's taking on far too much." Sully grumbled, grabbing her stack and standing. "If she keeps going like this, it wouldn't surprise me if she exploded."

Cordelia grunted as she hefted her own stack. "She has Gregor on her payroll now, along with any poor soul she can round up. I heard Lissa mention the palace hasn't been this efficient in ages."

"That's what happens when you clean out the formal positions." Sully grunted, leading them out of the office they'd been in for hours. "Most of the people I met here barely did anything outside of advise. Getting some actual clerks and a few competent heads makes all the difference."

Cordelia frowned at her friend, dodging around a hurried page before speaking. "It almost sounds like you're criticizing Lady Emmeryn."

"I don't mean to." Sully grunted. "I just think that she ended up putting too much stock in the pomp and ceremony. Her ideals are something to be admired and I've never seen a better negotiator, but she never really called her staff out for being lazy. Only Captain Phila did her job with any regularity."

Cordelia's face drooped at the reminder of Phila, but she pushed the sadness away. "Loathe as I am to admit it, I see what you mean. Robin told me that a great deal of official documents were shoveled his way that he had no reason to be dealing with. I'd even heard Prince Chrom mention the sheer stacks of parchment Lady Emmeryn had to work through on a given day."

The pair stopped in the hall, realization hitting them.

"All our problems are because old men and women were lazy!?"

-Miriel-

"This needs to be given to Duke Dunwall immediately; it's the plans for improving the roads."

The nervous aide took the parchment from Miriel's hand, the poor boy fleeing the chaotic room with all haste. At the center of it sat Miriel, three stacks of parchment to her sides and two experiments in front of her.

Running back and forth across the room was Gregor, the jolly mercenary hustling between the various clerks and Miriel to make sure everything was how his 'employer' wanted it.

"Oi, you get order wrong! Miranda lady first, then Robin!"

He also made sure to yell his corrections as loud and hammy as possible. Miriel initially found the practice to be distracting and unnecessary, but the ratio of corrections to non-corrections had fallen drastically because of it.

Apparently, being embarrassed by a large brawny man made these normally quiet people competitive.

Turning her mind away from such things, Miriel adjusted one of her apparatuses. "Attempt twenty-five, seeking to create a steady source of power for the rock. Material: copper."

She'd tried other metals already, and several showed promise, but none had been cheap. Just getting the gold necessary to make the small clasp on the glow-rock, as she'd come to call it, took Gregor on a trip to the Outrealms.

That had been fun to explain.

Copper should be able to create a good source, previous experiments with it showed that electricity flows well through it. The question is whether it can be controlled.

With everything in place, Miriel sent a spark of lightning into the end of the copper wire she held. A moment later, there was a faint glow from the rock that held for a few seconds before fading.

"That's progress." Miriel mumbled. "Only gold held longer than that."

A hand landed on her shoulder, Gregor's grinning face greeting her annoyed glance. "Work going good! May finish task for day. Relax with Gregor later, maybe over good meal?"

Miriel remained stoic, but a quick look around the room showed Gregor was correct. "…I have experiments that require my attention, Gregor, I will not have time after these forms are finished."

Gregor frowned. "Sure? Miriel working too hard again, you explode if go much longer."

"Your grammar still needs work," Miriel sighed. "I'd almost think you didn't know how to speak if you didn't keep turning in my assignments in perfect Ylissian. Why do you speak like that?"

Gregor shrugged. "Eh, is personal choice. Gregor speak perfect words like you, but this speech of home. Wandering make Gregor homesick, way of speaking helps."

Miriel hummed before taking a parchment from one her piles and scanning it. "Very well, at least it's something… reasonable. Take this to Clair; she's in charge of checking the numbers for all taxes."

"Gregor on job." Gregor agreed, taking the revised fruit tax from Miriel. "You no answer Gregor's question."

Miriel sighed, eyes flitting between Gregor and her experiments. Why not?

"Very well, but I can only spare an hour."

-Cherche-

"Thank you."

Cherche took her purchases with a smile, her usual armor replaced with a long cloak and a sturdy dress.

Today, she would be leaving Ylisstol.

The Shepherds had been adamant that she stay and find a place to live, Chrom and Sumia even offering her the position of palace matron. While she was humbled to be offered authority over every servant in the palace, Cherche turned them down with a smile.

Exiting the store, Cherche checked to make sure her boots were still perfectly laced before setting off. Many of the people waved to her, Cherche's brief stay unhindered by her gentle personality, 'good day's' and deals offered to the woman that had so quickly endeared herself.

Cherche returned the greetings politely, but sped her steps. If she allowed herself to get caught in the flow…

She may never leave.

Sighing, Cherche arrived at the palace gates and was waved through. It took barely three minutes to reach the stables, but Cherche grimaced at what she saw:

Vaike, who was for some reason being embraced by a whining Minerva.

"I'll miss you too big gal." Vaike said as Cherche approached. "Take care of Cher for the both of us. I'll make sure you come home to the best beef a man can buy, aight?"

Minerva whined sadly; smoke puffing from her snout as she nuzzled Vaike's shoulder.

Vaike patted her snout before turning and spotting Cherche. "Oh, you got back sooner than I thought you would. Just, uh… sayin' goodbye to 'Nerva."

Cherche put on a neutral mask. "I can see that. Are you sure that's your only reason?"

Vaike scratched his head, searching for the words. "Well… I wanted to say goodbye to you, too. Then I thought it'd be awkward and the last thing I wanted was to leave us on that note. So… yeah."

Cherche regarded him for several moments, surprised that he wasn't here to persuade her to stay. "…I see. Well then, know that this is only a temporary parting, unlike what the majority of our comrades believe."

Vaike blinked, almost gaping as Cherche gave him a radiant smile. "I believe this experience will better me, in ways that I can only imagine. You've told me of the Outrealms and how useful they are, but I feel this will be better than any of that."

She stepped forward and cupped Vaike's cheek, smile never fading. "Let's use this time to better ourselves so that, when we reunite, we'll be partners none can match."

Vaike took hold of the hand cupping his cheek, a sad smile on his face. "Partners huh? Yeah… that sounds right."

Cherche rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb before pulling away. "I need to get going. We must make the next town by night-fall."

Vaike nodded and stepped aside. "Have fun. Maybe I'll go travel awhile once everything settles down. Maybe… maybe we'll see each other."

Cherche's smile softened into something serene, her voice a ghost as she passed him.

"I'd like that."

No more words were spoken as Cherche mounted Minerva, Vaike waving farewell as the duo took to the sky. "I'd like that too."

-One Week Later-

Cherche's presence was dearly missed shortly after she'd left.

With Duchess Catarnia soon to arrive, Chrom and Sumia had ordered the palace prepared with all due haste. The problem was Duchess Miranda hadn't informed the pair of Catarnia's… expectations until the day after.

Chrom scoffed at the list Miranda had given them, but Miranda swiftly reminded them that this was both to secure Ylisse and a chance to show their strength. After all, had Catarnia turned toward the rebels, it was likely the insurrection would not have fallen so easily.

With this in mind, Chrom and Sumia had to dive into the plans and revamp all their orders, which meant four days of panicked confusion. Had Cherche been there, her gentle temperament and ability to silence any overbearing designers would have made the process far smoother.

Regardless, the preparations were completed the night before the meeting, the organizers crashing into their beds. None dreamed or stirred, too exhausted to do anything, but they woke with a vigor born of indignation.

This would go right or there would be war!

Metaphorically of course, but the last thing anyone wanted was for something to go wrong and for all their hard work to be for nothing.

Chrom fidgeted, Sumia equally nervous next to him. Much to his chagrin, Chrom had been seated in the Throne Room, but he drew the line at taking the throne itself. He was not Exalt and Sumia was not queen, the gilded chair would stand empty.

"She should've been here by now." Sully muttered, decked in full armor. "The gate spotted her flag an hour ago."

Chrom nodded, silently ruing that Frederick wasn't there. He had gone to survey his new homestead and wouldn't return until tomorrow.

"Just be ready." Sumia whispered back, Miranda in the chair next to her. "The tardiness is probably deliberate."

Cordelia's nose wrinkled, her armor pristine and shining behind Sumia's shoulder. "She wishes to see how we'll react?"

Robin nodded, his place behind Chrom's shoulder. "Sounds right. Impatience shows she's in control, not us."

"You've been paying attention," Dunwall muttered, mirroring Miranda's position. "Catarnia likes her games. Don't rise to meet her taunts and she's harmless, but she's good at getting under your skin."

Lissa shifted from next to the throne. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten the position of throne-keeper, but she did not like it. "Maribelle's told me about that. Chrom, try and keep your head."

"I have all I need to stay calm right here." Chrom answered, taking Sumia's hand.

Sumia smiled at him, but the doors creaked open to reveal a stoic Stahl. "Presenting Duchess Catarnia de Grevis and her retinue."

The doors opened further and admitted a stream of people, all dressed in the finery of their positions. At the head stood a short woman with golden-brown hair falling in waves behind her, dress a deep orange with blue embroidery.

Chrom locked eyes with her, the woman's dark brown eyes calculating. "Duchess Catarnia."

The woman curtsied just low enough to be appropriate. "Prince Chrom, Lady Sumia. It's my pleasure to see you both in good health."

Sumia spotted a glimmer of amusement in the Duchess's eye. "And us as well. We have much to discuss."

Chrom raised his hand and a table was placed in front of the group, chairs presented to the visitors. Catarnia was given the finest seat, Robin spotted her giving Miranda a patronizing smile.

"To begin," Chrom started. "We wish to know why you did not come to the immediate aid of Ylisse when the rebellion began. You were aware that the Shepherds were coordinating with the Feroxi, but you stood by."

Catarnia took a parchment from the man next to her, a playful smirk in place. "As my missive explained, I had little information. For all I knew, either side could be the rebels, and I didn't want to support the wrong side."

Dunwall snorted. "You insult me Catarnia, my loyalty to the crown is well known. The moment I allied with Miranda, you should've known who was who."

Catarnia bowed her head politely. "I still didn't have anything beyond that. I don't deny my isolationist tendencies make crises such as these difficult to react to, but I knew the royal family was safely in Ferox. I could afford to take my time."

"Not with Gangrel still in power." Lissa countered, though she did not move. "Were it not for the sacrifice of my sister, Ylisse could very well have been ground to dust under Plegia's heel while you dallied."

Catarnia's eyes sharpened, but Chrom returned her attention to him. "Regardless, we're glad you came to our side. Your adjutant has already informed us that your lands require no aid, but that you offer none either."

"It's only par for the course," one of the retinue answered. "We suffered no damage or casualties in the insurrection, but we raised no further forces either. Our forces and revenue are still enough to keep Grevis running, but that is all."

Chrom glared at the weedy man, feeling there was more to that statement. "Nothing at all? I'm quite sure that Grevis is involved with trade, surely that caused some damage."

"Our ports were left alone." Catarnia stated. "But we can discuss the specifics later. Instead, I would like to know if you've discussed who will be taking over Clarissa and Draconis. Felds belongs to General Evelyn right now, so I assume you already have an idea for it."

Chrom shared looks with his friends and advisors before nodding. "We have an idea for Clarissa, though I haven't spoken to the one I wish to offer quite yet. Draconis will be taken over by Marquis Darien of Themis. He's Lord Dunwall's right hand and we're well acquainted with his abilities."

Catarnia nodded. "I see… well, I can certainly say you've made a good choice for Draconis. Would you mind sharing who you wish to put in place for Clarissa? Grevis has always enjoyed good relations and I wish them to continue."

"Believe it or not," Sumia began, "she's here right now. Chrom and I wished to tell her privately, but if you insist."

Catarnia nodded, eyes scanning every woman present. "I insist, earnestly."

Chrom sighed before pointing to his candidate.

Lissa.

The table broke into mutters, Lissa unable to stop her jaw from slamming into the floor. "What?"

"Your sister?" Catarnia mused. "Why would you put her forward? Is she not already a royal?"

Chrom pursed his lips. "Sumia and I have discussed many things with both Lord Dunwall and Lady Miranda. One such thing is that we are, ultimately, mortal. Should some tragedy befall us before an heir is born or the heir comes of age, then it will be up to Lissa to rule."

"Following that thought," Sumia continued, "we believed she'd need experience. Clarissa is not heavily populated and Denaris is the only major city. It will be good for her to learn there, as much as we learn here."

Catarnia's smile became almost predatory. "I think that's a wise course of action. Would it be alright if I visit with Princess Lissa before I return? We'll need to speak about the relations between our lands."

"Not without me present!" Maribelle hissed. "In fact, I ask to be appointed as her personal advisor!"

Mutters broke out again, Dunwall pulling his daughter close and whispering furiously. Maribelle returned fire with her own words, neither side giving an inch, while Chrom and Sumia consulted with their friends.

"I think it's an ok idea." Robin muttered. "Lissa's a free spirit, she'll need someone to keep her head out of the clouds."

Chrom shook his head, eyes turning to find his shell-shocked sister. "Maribelle coddles her too much if you ask me. Lissa won't learn, she'll only be duchess in name."

"That's if she even accepts." Sumia pointed out. "Even then I agree with Maribelle. Catarnia's dangerous, polite as she's been, and I fear Lissa could get toyed with if someone strong-willed isn't there."

Cordelia glanced to Catarnia and Miranda, the two ladies having a polite, but heated discussion. "Lissa's strong-willed enough, she just needs someone to talk to. Maribelle has a nasty habit of deciding things for her, even if it's been small things up until now. Personally, I'd let Donnel and Ricken go with her, let them act as a buffer against both Catarnia and Maribelle."

"That's not a bad idea." Robin mused. "Ricken wants to be an advisor to both of you in the future, this would be good experience. Donnel needs to learn how to be around nobles and commoners alike, a rebuilding court would be a gentler dive."

Sumia pulled Chrom close, voice a tickle against his ear. "They make good points. Lissa would probably be more willing if we have three of her best friends go too."

Chrom nodded. "Sounds good."

He rapped his knuckles on the table, silencing the mutters. "Lady Catarnia, we'll allow you to meet with Lissa, so long as she agrees. However, Lissa will not be going to Clarissa alone."

Lissa finally got out of her own head. "Wait a minute, I haven't agreed to any of this!"

Chrom held out his hand, silently asking for patience. When Lissa didn't speak again, Chrom continued. "Lady Maribelle will be going with Lissa. They're old friends and this will give both valuable experience for when they must take other positions. In addition, I'll be sending two Shepherds with her, Ricken Eltz and Donnel."

"They are experienced in matters of both nobility and commoners." Sumia continued, forestalling any arguments. "Ricken's family may have fallen on hard times, but they are still an old and highly respected Ylissean family. Donnel may be a commoner, but Lissa owes her life to him many times over. I can think of no better friends for her to count on in her time as duchess."

Most at the tables appeared placated, but Catarnia looked none too pleased. "So, you wish to leave Clarissa in the hands of children, is that it?"

Chrom glared at the woman, irked. "In case you haven't noticed, there are few here that have a single grey hair to their name. Your advice will doubtlessly be invaluable, but none of us are so arrogant as to believe no mistakes will be made."

Sumia rose from her chair in sync with Chrom. "For now, this meeting is adjourned. Lady Catarnia, we will host another, smaller meeting later today. I believe we'd all benefit from a reprieve."

The congregation bowed to the couple, as was proper, before dispersing in a storm of voices and rustling cloth.

As Lissa marched up to him with vengeance written on her face, Chrom's head whipped to Sully. "Go find Kellam and your family, this'll be a while."

Sumia sighed as Lissa dragged Chrom away. "Same to you Cordelia, we won't need you or Robin the rest of the day by the looks of it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have go save our ruler from his own forgetfulness."

Sumia rolled up her sleeves and marched away, determination and shoes that finally fit keeping her upright. Cordelia took a moment to marvel at her friend's sure-footed gait before shaking her head. "I think I know where my parents will be. Robin, would you like to meet them now?"

Robin gulped, nerves choosing then to flare. "Uh, sure… where would they be?"

Cordelia cocked an eyebrow before shaking her head. "Don't be so nervous, they're kind people. Just don't spill anything on them and you'll be fine."

"I guess," Robin fudged. "But can you blame me? I've never met anyone's parents, let alone my girlfriend's. All I have are those romance novels you and Sumia made me read."

Cordelia begrudgingly agreed. She didn't have to go through with it, as Robin had no family of his own, but that was an awful thing to be thankful for. "Point made, but it's not going to be one of those things where the dad threatens you. My father's a genial man and my mother's been accepting of others since I was born."

She patted his shoulder. "You'll be just fine, as I've said a dozen times before. Now come on, we can't exactly meet them in uniform."

"This is my uniform and casual wear." Robin snarked. "Unless you want me to show up in my formal robes and over-dress."

Cordelia punched his shoulder, their armor clanging. "Get changed wise-guy, I'll meet you in the courtyard in twenty minutes. Then I'll take you where my parents want to meet."

Robin smirked and left, silently filling his mind with calm thoughts and patience.

He'd need a lot of it.

-Twenty Minutes Later-

"I thought you said no uniforms?"

Cordelia pouted, her old flight dress and boots replacing her commander uniform. "One of the maids thought my clothes needed cleaning. This was the only thing I had."

"And here you praise initiative." Robin laughed, looking the same as when he'd first joined the Shepherds. "Well, you still look as lovely as ever. In fact… this is like when we first met."

Cordelia held her pout as she cast her mind into the past. "You know… you're right. I'm not wearing armor, obviously, but… I guess we've changed."

"We have," Robin agreed. "Though don't be surprised if you walk in to my office one day and find me with a beard. If anything hasn't changed, it's paperwork."

Cordelia giggled and took his arm, leaning into his shoulder. "Well, we can think on that later. Come on, we don't want to be late."

Robin nodded and they set out. The streets were livelier than usual, the arrival of Catarnia bringing merchants and travelers that had folded into her caravan. Robin could see families and friends reuniting, merchants gladly hawking wares that had grown scarce over the course of both war and insurrection.

Cordelia pulled him closer, the crowd growing thicker. "I hope there's still a table when we get there. I didn't think the duchess would bring this many people."

"The borders were closed for months." Robin mumbled. "Traders, friends, everyone with a reason to leave probably hopped on the wagon. Wouldn't surprise me if it doesn't calm down until Duchess Catarnia departs."

Cordelia hummed before tugging on his arm. "This way. It's only a little farther."

Robin followed gladly, not recognizing the square they entered. "Is this new?"

"It is," Cordelia confirmed. "Most of these buildings were old houses, but a fire several months before you came cleared them out. No one was hurt, thankfully, but it was decided to sell the foundations and all this popped up."

She pointed to one of the storefronts, a sign reading 'Marley's Grill' hanging in the window. "That's the place."

Robin guided them to the window and peeked inside. "It looks nice. Wait, let me guess, those are your parents?"

He pointed to a booth towards the back, a man and a woman already chatting away on one side of the table. The man had brown hair and a well-trimmed goatee while the woman had blazing red hair with light streaks of silver.

"That's them," Cordelia muttered. "How'd you guess?"

Robin chuckled at her sarcastic drawl. "You know anyone else with hair like yours? At least now I know who to thank for giving you such beautiful locks."

Cordelia flushed, feeling his hand play with a loose end. "Don't say that in public, you dork! Look, are you ready? Once we're in, nothing short of a spontaneous pregnancy is getting us out."

Robin stared at her, dumbfounded. "…Who's?"

"Sumia's," Cordelia muttered, embarrassed. "Just forget it, I don't know why I thought of that."

Robin shook his head and took a deep breath. "Alright… here we go."

He led Cordelia to the door and opened it for her. The smell of grilling meat and vegetables hit his nose and his mouth started to water. "Good place."

Cordelia ignored the comment and entered, waving to her parents. "Mother, Father, we're here!"

The pair in the booth looked up and Robin felt a pang in his heart at how their faces lit up. Cordelia jogged forward and met her parents in a warm hug, Robin hanging back by the door.

What am I doing here? Robin thought as the family chattered and caught up. This is their reunion, I have no place here. Maybe I can slink away while they're distracted…

His hand found the door handle, but another took his arm. "Hey, what's up?"

Robin found crimson eyes staring into his, worry clear. "Oh, just letting you have your moment… didn't want to interrupt."

"Liar," Cordelia whispered. "Look, I'll hear what's wrong later, but right now you're going to have a nice dinner with my parents. You may not see it, but they're very excited to talk with you."

Robin didn't get a chance to respond. Cordelia dragged him to the booth where her parents sat down again. Cordelia ensured Robin was stuck between her and the wall.

"So, this is the famous Robin." Cordelia's mother began. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name's Diana, this is my husband Rodrick."

Cordelia's father nodded. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're a unique man."

"I… get that a lot." Robin chuckled, awkwardness hanging in the air around him. "Far as I know I'm the only one in the country with purple hair."

Diana smiled at him. "Or prismatic eyes for that matter. Would you mind telling us more about yourself? We've been very curious ever since Cordy first mentioned you."

"So I wasn't the first to come up with that." Robin muttered. "Well, I'm twenty-one, about two months younger than your daughter. I've been with the Shepherds for almost a year now, though Prince Chrom has seen fit to grant me some land over in Felds. Um, I like to read, talk with friends, train, and I enjoy playing my trumpet when I find the time."

Rodrick smirked. "Another musician, huh? I swear, I'm the only person I know that doesn't play something."

"That's because you have no sense of rhythm." Diana shot. "I'm lucky to get through a waltz with you and not have a bruised foot."

Rodrick scowled, but Robin could tell it was good natured. Honestly, he wasn't expecting Cordelia's parents to be so… open. "Um… anyway, I'm currently the tactician for the Shepherds, but I'm not sure what my role will be going forward. I do need to go see my new land, but I don't know when that'll be."

Diana nodded. "If I may ask, what were you doing before joining the Shepherds? Cordy never really specified in her letters."

"A scholar." Cordelia answered, surprising Robin and her parents. "Prince Chrom told me how they met near Southtown and Robin helped fend off bandits. He was wandering from place to place at the time, so he took up Prince Chrom's offer to join."

Robin, blinked, not expecting the story, but Rodrick laughed heartily. "A man with brains, I like it! Nice change of pace from all our fool neighbors."

Diana shook her head. "Just because we have the lake to fish in doesn't make the others fools. Nor does you being the carpenter."

Rodrick gave his wife a cheeky grin, but Cordelia interrupted. "Now that we've gotten introductions done, what have you two been up to? I was worried when I heard the duchess closed Grevis's borders."

Diana sighed, playing with a silver strand of hair. "Really, nothing much. All we could do was worry after you since no letters were being sent. Seneca's too old to fly anymore and I'm too out of practice to have been of any help."

"In other words," Rodrick continued, "it was business as usual. Can't tell you how relieved we were to hear Plegia and the rebels were taken down."

Diana reached across the table and took Cordelia's hand. "We'd like to hear what's been going on since your last letter. All we knew was that you were finally moving on from the prince and were going to try after a patrol."

Cordelia sighed. "Can we order first? It's… a long story."

"I'll do my best to help." Robin assured her. "It's been an ordeal."

Diana and Rodrick exchanged a worried glanced, but a young man with a notepad in hand came up and gave them some pamphlets. "Terribly sorry for the wait. My name's Andrew, I'll be your server tonight. Please, give the menus a look, I'll take drinks in the meantime."

Orders were given and idle chit-chat filled the air until their food came out. They ate silently for a time before Cordelia took the plunge.

"To start," she began, "I was sent on patrol in the northwest, to fort Firald."

She glanced to Robin, seeking solace, and sighed when he nodded. "That's when everything came apart at the seams."

Diana and Rodrick listened to Cordelia's tale patiently as the hours wore on, stopping her only to get details or clarification. Robin was always sure to make sure the parents had as much outside perspective as possible, if only to balance Cordelia's own feelings and recollections with reality.

By the time the tale was done, their food was long finished and Cordelia's parents were somber as could be.

"I'm fine now." Cordelia said, a sniffle breaking the attempt. "Everyone's been so good to me and Robin's been the greatest friend I could ever ask for. It's… it's why we started dating."

Diana sighed and stood. "Come along, my sweet. I think it best we all go back and rest."

Rodrick nodded and stood as well, but made way for Diana to come around and embrace her daughter with all her strength. "My brave girl… I'm so glad you've found happiness, after all that's happened to you. I could never be prouder."

Cordelia embraced her mother just as hard, the pair soaking in each other's love. Rodrick smiled at them before looking to Robin and holding out his hand. "Thank you for being there for her. I'll want to hear how you two met later, but for now, I don't think I could've wished up a better man for my daughter."

Robin gaped at the praise, barely remembering to shake Rodrick's hand. "That… that's beyond anything you need to say sir, I'm not that great."

"Nonsense." Rodrick scoffed. "You've gone above and beyond to help her, that means something to this old man. I think you've both got a bright future ahead of you, individually and together. Do yourself a favor and have some confidence, you sure as hell have mine."

Robin nodded dumbly, not sure how to respond. Rodrick smirked and patted his shoulder. "I should get Diana back to the inn. I trust you can take her home, so hop to it!"

Robin coughed as Rodrick slapped his back. The older man laughed again before prying his wife off of Cordelia and bidding his daughter goodbye. Cordelia gave him a much briefer hug and waved until they were gone.

"That went well." Robin stated, voice cracking at the end. "I think they like me."

Cordelia stared at him, stunned. "Like you? It looked like they were considering adopting you halfway through the meal!"

"That would be awkward." Robin mused, laughter bubbling in his chest. "But I think I know another reason your father was smiling."

Cordelia tilted her head, clearly curious, when Andrew returned. "Thank you for your business. The gentleman that just left asked to place all the meals on one ticket, so I will have to assume that you'll be paying for it."

Robin almost laughed at Cordelia's indignant face. "Go ahead, I'll take care of this."

Cordelia nodded with a growl, taking off after her parents. "Dad, you can't just have a heartfelt conversation and leave someone else the damn bill!"

Robin shook his head and fished out a bag of coins from his coat. "Here, that'll cover it. Keep the change too, you did a good job."

Andrew looked shocked, but Robin bid him farewell and entered the bustling streets once more.

Hmm, past sunset already. Hope Chrom's still alive, Lissa looked ready to murder him.

He glanced back and stared at the quaint restaurant, something warm rising to the fore of his mind.

I don't know what it is about this place, but I like it. I'll have to take Chrom and Sumia here at some point, maybe we can get it marked as the Shepherd's official reunion spot.

Smiling, Robin followed the sounds of Cordelia scolding her father. It had been an interesting day so far, and by the looks of things, it would continue to be so.

-Sumia-

"Next time, inform Lissa ahead of time before dropping a rock in the lake."

Sumia stared at Chrom's exhausted form, the prince groaning atop his bed. Lissa had made her displeasure at being nominated as a duchess heard loud and clear, Chrom getting smacked with a roll of parchment whenever he tried to interrupt.

Both Chrom and Sumia proceeded to tear Lissa's protests apart when she finished venting, but it had taken far longer than either had expected. So much so that they'd had to delay their other meetings until the next day.

"If anything, it was a good thing." Chrom finally answered. "She showed she has the will to be duchess."

Sumia pursed her lips. "Still, don't drop the anvil like that unless absolutely necessary. We don't need some sourpuss in Clarissa to decide Lissa isn't able to rule and raise a big stink."

"That's what Jayce is for, right?" Chrom countered. "Maribelle, Ricken, and Donnel too. Besides, it'll be three years at the absolute most."

Sumia shook her head and looked back to the parchment she held. "I guess. I have to finish this economics assignment, you go ahead and rest."

Chrom frowned, mind working on an idea. "You sure you don't want to talk about something else?"

Sumia shook her head. "No, this one's over something we'll be talking about tomorrow. I want to make sure I'm caught up."

Chrom sighed and sat up. "I'll get my armor off first. Hold on."

He stood from the bed and entered the sitting room, the sound of clanking metal following shortly thereafter. Sumia was too focused on her list of items, so she never noticed Chrom finish and sneak up behind her.

Until he picked her up by the waist.

Squawking in alarm, Sumia almost punched Chrom before she was deposited on the bed, Chrom climbing in beside her. "Are you mad?! That nearly scared the life out of me!"

Chrom smirked and pecked her nose, receiving a slap to the head for his trouble. "Well, I'd like to spend the night with my lovely fiancée. The meetings can wait, relax for tonight."

Sumia pouted, but snuggled into his hold. They laid there for several blissful minutes before Sumia decided to broach the topic she'd been thinking on in her spare time. "Um, Chrom?"

Chrom grunted, engrossed in rubbing his hand through the light fuzz that Sumia could barely call hair.

"Stop that, I'm being serious."

Chrom sighed before turning his eyes to meet hers. "What do you wish?"

"Um," Sumia stalled, trying to think of a good way to broach the topic. "When… do you think we'll be wed?"

Chrom's face lit up in understanding. "That would be important, wouldn't it? Guess that's what happens when we get busy… I'm good anytime you are, really. I could call in Libra to do all the formalities and be married tomorrow or we could do the whole spectacle. It's your choice."

"That's not an answer." Sumia huffed. "It's not just my wedding, it's yours too. We have to be a team, that's what we agreed on when you proposed."

Chrom chuckled, falling more in love with her right there. "You're right. How about we start discussing the details when Catarnia leaves? We'll have everyone together and can hold off on the big split until the ceremony's over. Sound good?"

Sumia finally smiled. "Yeah… that sounds good."

She yawned, eyes drooping tiredly. Chrom stroked her cheek, Sumia nuzzling his hand. "It's late and we have a long day tomorrow. Let's go to sleep, the work can wait."

"If… you insist." Sumia yawned again.

Chrom didn't say another word, stroking her hair again until Sumia drifted off to her dreams. He didn't know it, but the announcement of wedding plans would only add ever more to their plates.

Along with the madness of their friends, who would panic over a wedding that wasn't even theirs.

Ch. End

That's a good place to stop, I think. Next time's the wedding prep and Robin's visit to Felds, where his little wolf friends are going to let him know some friends we haven't seen in a while are nearby.

Should be fun. It'll skip around a lot more since we have several events that need to occur, the royal wedding chief among them, but Grima's not sitting idle right now. He still needs more souls!

Now, review responses!

The Fell Dragonite: He's alive, that much is for sure, but Catherine will be interesting to write. She wasn't here, obviously, but you'll see her again before long.

Geust: Why are we still arguing it?

Anonymous: Here you go!

Warrior of Six Blades: I quite enjoy writing Frederick as a closet sadist in addition to his minor pyromania. It makes Nowi as his wife all the more entertaining. The new titleholders aren't the only sufferers as you can see. Feel sorry for anyone trying to reform a thousand year old institution. Ricken is smart to ask for Lissa to hold off on the pranks, though I'm pretty sure Chrom will be bearing the brunt for a while. Finally, any ruler worth their salt understands that an underground always forms, and having agents in it is advantageous. Sumia need not worry though, Anna's just naturally flirty.

Severa: And really good at gouging suckers.

7: Do you speak of me, or yourself?"

Severa: I'm talking about Cynthia. She bought a melon from her for twice the normal price.

Cynthia: Hey, I was hungry!

Lucina: That still doesn't mean you shouldn't know the normal price. I could've gotten us both a pie for what you paid.

Cynthia: It was a really big melon! Besides, I can do what I want with my allowance.

Lucina: I'm not buying you ice cream.

*The sisters bicker*

Severa: See?

7: Yes-yes, you've made your point.

Anyway, hope everyone enjoys the chapter and I look forward to any comments you have! See you next time! (Lon'qu will show up with Olivia, they are not forgotten!)