Along we roll on the peace time train, loving every minute of the relaxation as we march towards the big day.

Lucina: We are doing the wedding today, right?

Severa: You did promise.

7: Considering the prep that goes into it, not to mention the ceremony itself, we're probably staring at a period of eight months getting covered in this chapter alone.

Severa: What?! Weddings don't take that long to plan, Lucy and I went a lot faster with our aliases!

Lucina: That's what they call a 'shotgun' wedding, Sev.

Severa: What's a shotgun?

7: Something you don't need to know about.

Kiwi: Can you imagine Sev with a shotgun?

*7 and Kiwi look at one another and shudder*

Let's get on the road before they start asking more questions!

A New Era

In the morning, Chrom and Sumia had a nice discussion over breakfast and decided their ceremony should take place in the spring. It was several months away and this would let everyone get themselves settled and the country on its way to normalcy.

It also let Kellam and Sully have their ceremony without having to worry. The pair had waited long enough and it was the least Chrom and Sumia could do.

It didn't stop Chrom's prediction from coming true. Everyone had gathered in the entrance hall after Chrom had called for them, but the date had barely left Sumia's lips before everyone started shouting.

Pandemonium reined for several minutes before Chrom ordered Frederick to quiet everyone. Frederick did so with a call to attention, every Shepherd snapping an instinctive salute, even Sumia.

Once settled down, they instructed everyone to take their questions, requests, and other inquiries to Sumia later. Work on the preparations could continue after they'd finished the day's tasks.

This was how Robin ended up sitting in his office with Duchess Miranda and General Evelyn, their business pertaining to him. "You want to include all the militia with the resupply plan? We haven't even finished a final draft, let alone negotiated with all the suppliers."

Miranda shrugged, bags clear under her eyes. "I'm aware, but I don't think there will be much negotiating. Everyone's scared of the possibility that violence could break out. No sane merchant will turn down any offer we make, not when we're the only trustworthy bulk consumers."

"We need the supplies too." Evelyn added. "The regular forces didn't get the negotiated shipments before the war broke out and we lost our usual suppliers in the insurrection. If we don't include the militias in the deal, we'll have a clear disconnect between forces."

Robin sighed and tapped a rhythm on his desk. "You know, I'd much prefer helping Chrom with his wedding plans, but I see why you came to me with this. I'll see to getting a meeting with the guild masters, but I want you both to work with Frederick and Virion on this."

Evelyn nodded her understanding, but Miranda had a question: "Is Sir Frederick able to take on his duties so soon? I thought he'd be busy taking care of his charge, Lady Nowi."

"She's being taken care of," Robin answered. "Lissa assigned her a personal healer, a specialist with blind patients. It'll be several months before Nowi's at a point she can move into a house on her own."

Miranda nodded and stood. "Thank you, Sir Robin. Hopefully things can continue to run smoothly, we may even get to go home at this rate."

Robin inclined his head as Miranda left. Evelyn remained where she was, a curious look on her face. "Excuse me, Sir Robin, but may I ask you something?"

"Call me Robin," Robin answered. "Everyone else does."

Evelyn cleared her throat, clearly unfamiliar with the casual tone. "Right. So, S-Robin, I wanted to ask your opinion on something."

Robin raised a brow. "What could you ask me? If it's about our mission into Felds, I'm not apologizing."

"Not that," Evelyn sighed. "First, I'd like to apologize for my subordinates' actions. Branden's heart is in the right place, but beating a prisoner will not be tolerated, nor will going around my orders. I simply wished to hear what you considered an appropriate punishment."

Robin hummed, feeling that the woman wanted to ask something else. "Well, he looked very stiff and unyielding from what I saw. I'm guessing it was his first time leading an operation on his own?"

Evelyn sighed and scratched her head. "It was. I thought going on an investigation would be a good first command. I didn't expect him to apprehend your friends, let alone harm Sir Stahl to such an extent. Heck, he was responsible for Lady Cordelia's state of undress when I found her."

She stopped Robin before he could start plotting murder. "Count's orders, not his choice. Guy was griping and cursing the orders all the way-for what it's worth."

Robin buried his murderous thoughts. "I see… well, I'd call him overzealous. Do you have any other commanders that he could study under? Preferably someone that could keep a closer eye on him?"

Evelyn hummed in thought. "I do. Her name's Gloria and she leads Linde's knights. I think she'd be a good teacher, alongside Sir Stahl."

Robin blinked before his memory kicked in. "That's right; Stahl got transferred to Felds on your request. I agree that he'll be a good teacher and should mellow Branden, just be sure to have plenty of food on hand."

Evelyn laughed, words faster than her mind. "I haven't seen anyone make as much as a dent in our rations. The wonders of being in the country's bread basket."

Robin had a feeling she'd regret that statement, but moved on. "Anyway, why'd you choose Stahl? He told me you hit it off while he was captive, but not much beyond that."

Evelyn shrugged, a smile showing itself. "I think he's a fresh perspective. Too many in Felds aren't concerned with the country at large and that showed during the war. Sir Stahl will go a long way helping me change minds."

Robin nodded and extended a hand. "I'll be sure to help as well. Looking forward to seeing my new digs when I can."

Evelyn took his hand and shook it. "I look forward to your help, Robin. Who knows, I may even get you a housewarming gift."

Robin chuckled and bid her farewell. Once Evelyn was gone, he finished the report he'd been writing before heading for the stables.

As he walked, he spotted servants and Shepherds alike running amok through the halls. Most were going to and from one room in particular, so Robin decided to delay his trip and pop in on the royal pair.

After dodging a steaming Maribelle, Robin entered the room to find Sumia trying to talk Sully off the metaphorical ledge while Chrom struggled to ward off a migraine. "Things going well I see."

Chrom sighed. "Yes, well, we told Sully that we'd like for her to be the first bride out of our friends. As you can see, she's not taking that offer lying down."

Robin nodded sympathetically. By the sounds of it, Sully was beyond insistent that her wedding could wait until after the work was done. Sumia, in turn, was trying to point out that the work would never be done and they'd wait forever at this rate.

Robin patted Chrom's shoulder. "Well, that aside, what have you decided on so far?"

Chrom shook his head, Sully leaving the room while Sumia chased after her. "Most of the traditional items are already decided. The ceremony's in Ylisstol's cathedral, what with the Grand Cathedral being stripped of its riches and repaired. Libra's the officiant, considering his position, and the reception's here at the palace."

Robin nodded slowly, taking it in. "Ok, that makes it a little easier. What else?"

Chrom heaved a groan and grabbed his head, clearly frustrated. "Nothing! I know it's not until spring, but damn it, I knew everyone would start panicking over it! You wouldn't believe how many people have come in to ask about seating let alone interrogating Sumia about a dress."

Robin frowned. "Why would they… wait, seriously?"

"Exactly," Chrom confirmed, reading Robin's question. "You'd think people wouldn't care that much about influence, but that's how the people see things. If it wasn't clear already, sitting at the head table means you have my ear and Sumia's."

Robin sighed. "And the further from the table, the less influence. Well that's all kinds of fun."

Chrom pinched his nose again, headache coming back. "You have no idea. On the other hand, we have decided on our respective parties, if only ten minutes ago."

Robin blinked; amazed they'd already done so. "Who're the lucky people? If we're still talking politics, everyone's going to be sucking up to them."

Chrom smirked, glad to hear it. "Well, Sumia's maid of honor is Cordelia."

Robin expected as much.

"You are my best man"

Robin knew Frederick would…

Wait.

Robin stared at Chrom, unable to process his words. "Wait… me? Why not Frederick? He's known you far longer."

Chrom smirked at his flummoxed friend, loving the dumbfounded frown. "Sure, he has, but that was as a protector. We didn't become real friends for quite some time, and even then, it was still in his capacity as servant. I've never had more honest fun and freedom than I've had with you, that's why I want you to be my best man."

Robin took a moment to process that. Then another… and another…

Chrom waited patiently until Robin finally got out of his own head. "I… humbly accept, Chrom. I don't know what my duties will be, but I hope to make your big day one to remember."

Chrom stood and traded grips with Robin. "Same to you. While I know this next request is sudden, could you inform Cordelia of her role as well? I trust you'll be able to handle her reaction."

Robin silently hoped he could. His girlfriend was normally very even keeled unless she got very embarrassed or excited. This was bound to make her very excited. "I'll do what I can. Mind telling me the rest of the party when I get back?"

Chrom nodded and wished Robin well right as Sumia hurried back into the room, a frantic Lissa right behind her. "Chrom, we need to head downstairs now! Maribelle's trying to throttle Vaike!"

Chrom shot up, frustration filling his voice. "What the hell did they do this time?!"

Sumia shook her head, wondering the same thing. "We don't know, but it sounds like Maribelle and Vaike got into some kind of argument over catering. Yes, I know it's foolish, but that's what happened."

Chrom growled before striding from the room. Robin took a moment to greet Sumia and Lissa as they left, then took the long way to the stables. He could hear what sounded like a lot of yelling, but avoided it for the most part.

When he got to the stables, Robin found a large group of young women milling about before a raised platform, mutters filling the air.

Oh that's right. Today's the recruitment drive… Good crowd if you ask me.

Robin decided to stay out of sight. His face was likely to draw their attention away from the event.

As if on cue, Cordelia exited the stables with two other women, one about the same age as her while the other was easily a decade older. "Welcome!"

The crowd quieted as Cordelia took the stage. "Thank you all for coming. If I may ask, how many of you heard of this through our announcements?"

A dozen hands went up.

"Ok, who heard from friends or family?"

Two dozen went up this time.

"Finally, who saw the crowd and wanted to give it a shot?"

Ten went up.

Cordelia took a deep breath. "Alright then. As many of you no doubt know, the Pegasus Knights were almost destroyed in the war. As of right now, the three of us are all that's left."

She gestured to her left, the young woman stepping forward. "This is Eris. She's the lone survivor of the eastern knight division. Don't doubt her courage on her looks, she held off thirty Plegians by herself as she escaped."

Eris nodded modestly, even as the crowd wondered at her.

"This," Cordelia continued, gesturing to the older woman, "is Dalila. She was in charge of training the northern division, but barely survived after being shot down. She has more experience than either I or Eris put together, so listen well."

Robin blinked at that choice of words. Wasn't this a recruitment drive, not an orientation?

Cordelia didn't answer his question. "I won't lie; the training and schedule will be grueling. Our country is in dire straits and it will take work to return it to what it was."

She straightened a little, pride radiating from her. "But, the Pegasus Knights shall do all that and more. We have defended this realm from all threats since its founding and we will continue to do so. For it is not on the ground the people find hope, but in the sky where we fly! Whosoever chooses this path will be a part of something grander than they are and enter the halls of those that protect the people!"

Robin had to give her credit; Cordelia was certainly keeping the crowd's attention.

"We've all heard the stories of those that joined the ranks of the Pegasus Knights." Cordelia continued. "My question to you is, are you ready to join them?"

A cheer rose from the crowd and Cordelia allowed herself a smile. "That's what I like to hear. Those who want to enlist; please step forward and speak with Dalila. Everyone else, thank you for your time and we wish you the best."

Robin smiled as well, only a few of the crowd choosing to leave. Most started to gather around Dalila, which allowed Cordelia to slip back into the stables. Robin snuck around the crowd of recruits and entered the stables to find her leaning against the wall. "You ok?"

Cordelia looked up and smiled when she saw him. "Oh, Robin, what brings you here?"

Robin strode forward and helped her to a stool. "Just checking in, seeing how things are going. Quite the crowd out there."

Cordelia sighed and leaned on her hand. "Well, sure, but not as large as I'd hoped. I got a look at Commander Phila's documents recently and got a tally on the members of our order. Did you know that we had barely six hundred before the war?"

Robin blinked at the number. "Really? A squad had what, ten per? That's less than sixty squads, not nearly enough to cover the country."

Cordelia sighed and rubbed her temple. "I know; it was quite the surprise. Thing is, after reporting that to Miriel and Sumia, I was told we'd need to triple that number to have an effective force."

Robin's jaw dropped. "…Seriously? There's no way you can find that many in Ylisstol!"

"The big issue's price." Cordelia added. "We have all the pegasi we need to make the numbers work, but members have had to pay for their own equipment per tradition. All the supplies to start cost one thousand gold."

Robin choked, not ready to hear that number. "Only successful merchants, at the very least, can afford to pay that! Small wonder there were so few knights, every last peasant was cut out before they could try!"

Cordelia nodded. "That's why I've asked for the kingdom to pay for the supplies. We have enough saved from our Outrealm forays to pay for six hundred recruits and Miriel projects we'll have enough to pay for the full force in three years. The next problem's getting them all up to speed."

"Babes teaching babes." Robin groaned. "That doesn't sound good at all. Here's hoping we don't have any conflict for a while. Sending in so many green horns, they're bound to get killed."

Cordelia agreed. "We'll need instructors fast and a thorough overhaul of our training. A normal class takes two years to graduate, but I'll be selecting those with the best skill and temperament to act as extra instructors. That way we can start sending them to other parts of the country to train and gather more recruits. It'll be tough, but I think we can do it."

Robin patted her shoulder. "I think you'll do it too. If it takes your mind off things a bit, Sumia's decided on her bridal party."

Cordelia perked up, eager to hear the news. "Who's in it?"

"I don't know everyone," Robin admitted. "I do know that she's chosen you as her maid of honor."

Cordelia froze, jaw slamming into the floor. "…Really?"

Robin nodded, but pulled her into a hug when tears started to form. "I'm Chrom's best man too, so we'll be seeing even more of each other than usual. Sound good?"

Cordelia nodded against his shoulder, trying to hold in the happy sobs.

It wouldn't do for the commander to be seen like this, after all.

-Lon'qu-

"Again!"

Lon'qu growled, but thrust his blade into the dummy again. The man had isolated himself from everyone he knew for the last few weeks, even declining to stay in the palace infirmary. Instead, he'd found the first healer who knew something about left-handed rehab and dragged them away.

Now, he was slowly relearning how to fight with his left hand, the nub of his wrist the only remainder of his right hand. It could still stabilize his blade, thank the heavens, but his strikes lacked the power they once held.

Three thrusts later, the healer called the session to a close. "You're doing very well, Sir Lon'qu. While you still favor your weight on the right side, I can see the power in your strikes returning."

Lon'qu grunted and carefully sheathed the practice blade. "How long until I can fight again?"

The healer shook his head. "It's still several months before I'd let you into serious sparring. I'd say close to a year of constant work before you can return to battle as an asset, and even then you'll have to focus more on precision until your strength returns."

"If it ever does," Lon'qu muttered. "I will see you later today."

The healer nodded and left Lon'qu alone, the swordsman staring at the nub of his hand before walking to a wall and punching it with the stump. Again and again he punched, uncaring of the raw pain that ripped through his arm with every impact. It was that damn count's fault that he'd been forced to accept this burden, to accept this… stain.

The only thing that made it bearable was the fact it saved Olivia from a horrid fate.

Lon'qu sighed through his nose and glared at the bloody nub. "I will overcome you. It doesn't matter if it takes the rest of my life, I will never have to make that sacrifice again. I'll be stronger than the entire world if I have to be."

The silence was his answer. Lon'qu took enough time to dress his wounds the healer left behind before setting off for the palace. He didn't wish to speak to any of the Shepherds, far from it, but he had to check in on Olivia. She'd found a specialist all her own, the problem uniquely hers.

Lon'qu slipped into the palace and avoided any prying eyes in the panic. He'd heard about the wedding plans, but it baffled him so many were panicking so early. In any case, he found the room he was looking for and slipped in.

"One, and two, and three…"

As expected, Olivia was at work with her instructor. The kindly woman had been surprised when a dancer of Olivia's caliber had come to her, but agreed to help all the same.

Soon after they began, it was clear why Olivia had found a dance instructor in the first place.

"Waagh!"

Lon'qu winced as Olivia stumbled and smacked into the floor. She'd been getting better, but her current abilities were a far cry from the assured and mesmerizing dancer she'd once been. Olivia was so embarrassed by her current state, she hadn't told anyone why she was suddenly terrible.

Except Lon'qu.

-The Siege of Ylisstol, Day After-

Lon'qu had woken in the infirmary with a pounding headache and one less hand.

That was fun.

He'd had the misfortune to awaken at night and some small sense of propriety kept his rage from making itself known as loudly as possible. Instead, all he'd done was stare at the stump of his hand with all the fury and anger he could muster.

Slowly, it had cooled into steel-coated determination. Screw whatever wounds he had, it didn't matter. He would beat Basilio, one handed or otherwise, there was no other option.

Eventually, his mind wandered back to Olivia. When he didn't see her anywhere in the infirmary, Lon'qu threw on his blanket as a coat and bared the burn of the cold floor to search for her.

She wasn't in the infirmary, or the surrounding rooms, but he heard a distinct sound, one he was familiar with from too many occasions.

Olivia sobbing.

Silently praying it wasn't as bad as he feared, Lon'qu guided himself through the halls until he found the room the cries came from. Opening the door slowly, he was surprised to find an open room with wall-length mirrors.

He ceased to focus on the mirrors as he found his charge, Olivia on her knees and sobbing into her hands. Not wanting to spook her, Lon'qu approached slowly and loudly, making sure she knew he was there.

When she didn't bolt away, he took a seat next to her. "…What happened?"

She whirled around and pulled him into a hug, crushing his chest in her grip. "You're ok… thank the gods… you're ok!"

Lon'qu blushed and instinctively recoiled, but Olivia held him in place. Eventually, he calmed his racing heart and patted her shoulder. "You wouldn't have left me if I wasn't. Please, what's wrong?"

Olivia sobbed again, refusing to let go. Lon'qu could tell he wouldn't hear anything for a while, so he let her cry into his shoulder.

Eventually, right as dawn began to poke through the windows, Olivia calmed down. "I… I made a bargain. I wanted that count to let me go, to let you go… so I made a bargain."

Lon'qu narrowed his eyes. That sounded eerily familiar to what happened to him. "Who did you make this bargain with?"

Olivia sniffled and pulled back, finger wiping away and holding up a tear.

Which then started to float.

"Tiamat was her name." Olivia answered, gaze turned from Lon'qu's frown. "I didn't know the name until yesterday. I… bargained with the High Goddess of Water."

Lon'qu sighed and gestured to his nub. "Then what did you pay for that power? It must have been something dear if you're crying like this."

Olivia shook as more sobs wracked her body, chest heaving with shallow breaths. "I…I…"

Lon'qu broke with tradition and hugged her this time, lone hand stroking Olivia's back. He'd seen Robin do this with Cordelia so he hoped it would work here. "Calm down, it's ok. I will not judge you, no matter what, you know that."

Olivia choked back more sobs before her voice came back. "I… I-I can't… I can't d…"

She took a deep breath.

"I can't dance anymore!"

Olivia descended into sobs again, Lon'qu dumbfounded. "…That doesn't make sense. How can you not dance, it's practically muscle memory!"

Olivia shook her head, tears twinkling in the growing light. "I… I don't know. Water flowed over me after the bargain and it was like everything was washed away with it. It took me ten minutes to remember how to walk and move on my own. Then, after you were in good hands, I came here to practice and relax when… I fell over on the first move."

Lon'qu nodded slowly. "I… see. Is there anything you can do?"

"No," Olivia choked. "It's like… the moves are in my mind's eye, I can see how the dance is supposed to go, but my body refuses to move. It's like I'm a beginner all over again."

Lon'qu sighed and cupped her shoulder. "I doubt it's what you want to hear, but we'll have to move on. You may have to start over, but so do I. It's… not easy, but we can do it. Right?"

Olivia still shook, her loss deep, but the words soothed her enough to stop crying. "I… I guess…"

Lon'qu nodded and let her hug him as long as she wanted. They may have met as guardian and charge, but they'd become something else over time and this confirmed it.

They were friends, and they would work through this together. Like always.

-Present-

Thus, they worked. Lon'qu was making swift and steady progress with his tasks, but Olivia had been forced to examine her style as she built herself from the roots. There was a lot more going on in dance than she'd ever realized, being self-taught, and it was daunting trying to learn anew with two left feet.

But, she persevered. In fact, as Lon'qu watched, she was able to make it through a very basic set of movements with a semblance of her former fluidity.

"Very good," the instructor praised. "I don't know what caused you to lose so much obvious skill, but I can certainly see you're a quick learner. Let's call it a session for now though, we'll start again later today."

Olivia blushed and bowed to the instructor. Once she was gone, Olivia turned to find Lon'qu standing at the door. "Oh, hello."

Lon'qu felt a smile rise unbidden. "Hey, see things are going well I see."

Olivia did her best to mirror the smile. "Kind of, I guess. To put it into words, it's like I'm a newborn babe learning all over again. None of my muscles are as limber as they used to be, and it'll take months before I'm flexible enough to do the more demanding routines."

To demonstrate, Olivia leaned back into a normal torso stretch. Lon'qu felt his eyes drawn to her toned body, which was very weird for him, but she stopped barely a moment later. "That's it?"

Olivia nodded and relaxed. "It's like I aged fifty years over night I'm so stiff. Have to work in the minimum of dress too if I'm going to work my joints correctly."

Lon'qu blushed, mind conjuring an image unbidden. "Remember to lock the door."

Olivia stared at him for a moment before her words processed. "Oh, uh, right… please stop staring at me!"

Lon'qu obligingly looked away, a smirk on his face. This felt far more normal than talking about rehab.

It wouldn't be bad if they could get back to it… maybe on a more permanent basis this time.

"Hey, Lon'qu, why are you blushing? I'm on the other side of the room."

"Nothing."

-Severa, Two Months Later-

"Well… it's a house."

Morgan raised a brow at her sister, holding up a well-drawn picture of a two-story cabin. "This is what we wanted."

She put down the picture and pointed. "That is what we made."

Severa cringed. Compared to the picture, the structure before them was far cruder and almost ugly. The wood making it up was uneven, the windows were weird shapes, the chimney was leaning to one side, and it looked like the roof was made of scrap wood.

"I think it has plenty of charm." Lucina said, patting her hands of sawdust. "Four rooms on the second floor, a dining room and kitchen, sitting room, and a porch. Not bad for a first try."

Cynthia groaned and flopped onto the ground. "It took us two months to do this. Damn Risen, why can't they stay dead?"

Severa shook her head, eyes going to her bandaged hands. "We've been asking that question since forever, no point dwelling on it. Besides, at least we don't have to worry about most of the necessities- aside from bed frames."

Morgan groaned. "I refuse to let you make them. I haven't seen such rickety things since we had to cross that bridge going back to Ylisstol."

Severa glared at her. "You didn't have to cross it! I was having seven different panic attacks going across that thing while you flew donuts in the air!"

Morgan stuck out her tongue, but Lucina intervened. "Sev, she's right, for different reasons. Look at your hands; you could barely hold an axe let alone a hand saw or shaver. Relax; we'll be done with bed frames a lot quicker than everything else."

Severa had to agree with that. There was no way she'd be of any help as was. "Fine, guess I'll take the first trip into town. You got the list?"

Cynthia produced three long sheets of parchment. "Had everything checked by Lucy this morning. Morgan double checked so now it's your turn."

Severa took the parchment and read through the items. Everything was there by the looks of it, except for one absence. "Do we want to make the mattresses or am I buying them?"

"You'd have to get a wagon regardless." Lucina answered, giving Severa a sack of coins. "Honestly, it's cheaper to get the materials ourselves. Those villagers may have been thankful for clearing out that Risen pack, but they didn't give us that much."

Severa tossed the bag a couple times before sighing. "Alright, fine. Cynthia, I'll be taking Selene this time. Just letting you know before I start."

Cynthia shrugged. "She needs a good flight. Hopefully we'll be done with the frames before you get back, then we can relax."

"After we get everything put away." Morgan reminded them. "Then we get to learn how to spy on the local military for info and deal with any Risen. If we're lucky, everything occurs on schedule, if not, we get discovered and captured until we spill the beans."

Severa swatted her sister. "That's the thinking that'll get us caught. Besides, I need you to come with me. I can't handle too much with my hands like this."

Morgan raised a brow, but acquiesced. "Alright, if you're sure. Cynthia, don't let Lucy try and carve anymore designs, I don't want her losing any fingers."

Cynthia fired off a mock salute, giggles filling the air, while Lucina trapped Morgan in a headlock and noogied her mercilessly. Severa allowed Morgan to suffer the consequences before rescuing her and leading them both to a small pile of bottles and flasks.

Pointing to the vials, Severa got them started. "Ok, what color do you want?"

Morgan hummed before choosing one. "I'll take blonde today. Always wondered what I'd look like with Aunt Lissa's hair."

Severa huffed and grabbed a bottle at random. "I don't care which. I just hope no one looks too closely at us, our eyes are too easy to identify."

"I quite like our eyes." Morgan countered, pouring part of the bottle into a basin of water. "It really shows we're sisters. How many other people can claim that they have two eye colors and mirror their sibling?"

Severa poured out some water into a separate basin and undid her twin-tails. "None besides us, that's why I'm worried. Now, remember how to do this?"

Morgan nodded and gathered her hair between her hands. "Ready when you are!"

Severa nodded and took a breath before pouring her bottle in and mixing until the water was a dark blue. "Do it."

Morgan laughed before taking a breath and immersing her hair in the golden-yellow water, stopping just as her eyebrows entered. Severa did the same, but she had to roll up her sleeves and force her much longer hair into the liquid lest it float.

They kept themselves there for the better part of twenty minutes, concentrated solely on their task, before Severa sighed. "Alright, you're good Morgan."

Morgan pulled herself from the water slowly, making sure it drained well before shaking it dry. Every last strand had been stained a bright gold, the dye working wonderfully. "Man that stuff works. We're, uh, sure this washes out, right?"

Severa grunted in answer. Seeing her sister preoccupied, Morgan set about making sure Severa would have everything she'd need to dry off and not mess up the dye. After another ten minutes, Severa drew her hair, now midnight blue, out of the water. "Geez, that took awhile. My neck's all stiff."

Morgan shrugged and handed her a towel. "I rubbed this with that scouring powder. Should get the dye out of your skin."

Severa accepted the towel and cleaned herself of the stained skin, leaving her hair to air dry. "Thanks. Actually, blonde's not bad on you. Scarlet's still best, but not bad."

Morgan giggled and pointed to Severa's hair. "You look like Lucy with that hair. Who knows, maybe people will think Uncle Chrom had another kid."

Severa glared at her sister. "That is disgusting and you know it."

Morgan shrugged and started for the cabin. "I'll guide Selene, just focus on trying to see straight if you wear the eye-patch."

Severa scowled and grabbed the patch, muttering curses as she put the thing on. It was super weird to cover one of her eyes like this, but it lowered the chance of being discovered if her prismatic eye was covered. A scarlet eye, while still unusual, wasn't as bad.

They soon took to the air, banter flying alongside them to the town. Soon after they were gone, Lucina wandered over to the stack of dyes and felt herself gulp. "Oh no…"

Cynthia, seeing her sister pale, went to check on her. "What's up?"

Lucina pointed to the bowl of dye. "I think… Sev used my dye."

Cynthia blinked before giving the pile of dyes a thorough search. Coming up empty, she fixed Lucina with a sympathetic stare. "Had to let them find out sometime."

"I know," Lucina sighed. "But I was hoping we could settle in a bit before that happened."

Cynthia shook her head and pinched a lock of Lucina's hair. A hard rub later, the blue gave way and Cynthia held up her stained fingers. "It's your own fault for letting the dye wear out this much."

"We've been busy." Lucina countered. "And I haven't had the privacy to do it. I'm just afraid Sev and Morg won't like being lied to for so long."

Cynthia's face went flat. "It's hair, Lucy. There's no reason for them to be upset. Shocked, sure, but not upset. Why would you think they'd be upset?"

Lucina pursed her lips before sighing. "I don't think either of them remembers my natural hair. I was talking to Sev last week and she mentioned how blue had suited me ever since we were little. Morgan even said she'd been jealous of the color when she was a child."

Cynthia blinked, not expecting that. "Wow… uh, memories are fickle I guess? Who knows what we've remembered wrong at this point."

Lucina had to accept that logic. "True enough. Let's just hope they take it well."

"May as well get it cleaned out." Cynthia suggested. "It'll take a bit with the dye all the way in the roots."

Lucina nodded and set off to take a long, relaxing soak, if only so she could gather her thoughts. Cynthia, on the other hand, grabbed some tools and set to work making bedframes, Lucina on her mind the whole time.

It was about time she let go of the burden on her shoulders, literally and metaphorically.

-Cabin, Next Morning-

The problem with having to get a wagon was it took a lot longer to travel than flying.

Lucina had been on pins and needles the entire night, her bath alone only adding to the anxiety. It was all she could do to not flee the water as she watched the separate bucket she'd set aside turn dark blue as she washed her hair.

Cynthia had done her best to calm the anxious princess, but her sister wouldn't listen to reason. Instead, Cynthia busied herself getting the cabin interior resembling something of a home, though not much could be done before the Volk sisters returned.

Everything aside from personal effects and cloth items were set, so Cynthia was happy.

In any case, the sisters waited on the cabin's porch well before sunrise, listening intently for the sound of wheels. When the rumble rang through the air followed by the voices of the sisters, Cynthia had to keep Lucina from bolting into the house.

"Hey guys!" Morgan called from Selene's back. "Theresa didn't miss me too much, did she?"

Cynthia waved back. "Not too much! Took me a little longer to feed her than usual. How about you guys?"

Severa directed the pack horses to just before the porch, gesturing to the wagon bed. "Pretty simple. They could tell we were new, so they didn't expect us to know how to haggle. Didn't even use all our coin."

She glanced around the porch and frowned. "Where's Lucy? Practicing?"

Cynthia looked around and groaned. "For the love of-!"

She marched into the cabin, leaving Morgan and Severa to stare at each other as a commotion started. A moment later, Cynthia kicked the front door open and dragged Lucina out of the house, face red with exertion. "You will face them or I will make you!"

Severa blinked upon catching sight of Lucina. "Did… you grab dye by accident?"

"I think it looks cool." Morgan offered. "Kind of works with her personality."

Lucina frowned and sighed. "Guys… this isn't dye. It's… well…"

Cynthia rolled her eyes and pointed to the ashen grey locks Lucina sported. "Natural hair girls, that's what this is."

Severa and Morgan blinked and spoke in unison: "No it isn't, she has blue hair."

Lucina looked away, hands clasped in front of her. "Girls… it's true. I've been dyeing my hair Father's color for almost seven years now. I'm… kind of surprised you don't remember."

Morgan was silent so Severa spoke for them. "Wait… what? I remember you having blue hair the day we met! Every time after that too!"

"…Memories are finicky." Morgan mumbled. "I know that you've always had purple hair, but all I can remember was seeing you with red hair that one time Dad pulled a prank on you. I saw you with red hair in my mind for years until I got over it."

Severa glared before looking at Lucina with uncertain eyes. "But… why keep it a secret from us? It's not that big a deal and I feel kind of stupid for forgetting. Hell, why do it in the first place?"

Lucina's voice was quiet. "After Mother and Father died I… had to draw on the Hero-King as best I could. Then there's the fact that no one would see me as the leader I needed to be with Mother's hair. It's… it was unfair, but I was determined."

"Bullshit." Severa said, blunt disbelief making Lucina look at her. "You didn't give a damn what people thought about your looks. That was Cynthia and she got out of that phase years ago. What's the real reason?"

Lucina felt all eyes on her, even Cynthia looked puzzled. "What's she mean, sis?"

Lucina sniffed, feeling tears in her eyes. "The… the last thing I said to Mother, before she left, was how much I hated my hair. I hated the color of it, since I thought it was bland, and I yelled at her about wanting someone else's. I… I called her ugly and didn't want ugly hair."

She hid her face in her hands, sister and friends shocked into silence. "I… I didn't see her off that next morning, Cynthia. I was hiding behind a pillar trying to figure out how to apologize for being such a brat. Then… she left and I never got the chance."

Lucina was crying now, but she wasn't done speaking. "That's the reason I dyed it. The Marth resemblance was just a convenient excuse. I… I still don't feel worthy to show this hair as my own, not after seeing Mother's heart break. I… I'm sorry, I need some time."

No one stopped her as she entered the cabin and went to her room. All Severa and Morgan could do was start unloading the wagon with Cynthia to give Lucina time to think, but they made a silent resolution.

Lucina would not be allowed to hide anymore, even if they had to pour out all the dye they had. They owed her that much.

-Four Months Later, Robin-

"So, this is my new place."

Robin hummed as he looked at the small house. It was well built and sturdy from what he could tell. Plenty of clear, well-kept land around it; the back even featured a two-stall stable.

Hopping off his horse, Robin got a closer look at the home and found it was a little larger up close. From what he could tell, an entrance hall made up much of the lower floor, aside from what he hoped was a kitchen and dining room.

"I didn't think it would be so close to my land." Frederick agreed, accompanying Robin at Chrom's request. "The barony is small, but the homestead is just barely appropriate."

Robin sighed and strode to the door, a steel key appearing in his hand. "Well, let's give it a look. I don't want to get introduced in town until I've given this a once over."

Frederick nodded and followed him inside. "It appears clean at least."

Robin nodded and began to wander around. The entrance hall took up most of the ground floor, dining room and kitchen aside. A small hallway led to the back field, there was little in the unfurnished rooms so Robin soon found himself upstairs.

There were two bedrooms, a master and guest if he had to name them, and a small library. "Not bad if you ask me. A lot bigger than my room in the garrison."

Frederick joined him. "The stable is sturdy as well. Honestly, this seems more like a quaint merchant's home than something belonging to a noble."

Robin shook his head, preferring it that way. "Well, Chrom did say I wouldn't be seeing much of it with my duties in Ylisstol. I'm actually glad it's small, let's me keep it clean on my own."

He gestured to a pair of chairs in the library. "May as well chat. We don't need to be in town for another few hours and I've gone bow-legged."

"I did tell you not to slouch." Frederick reminded as he took a seat. "Mayhaps you should listen to the experienced rider next time?"

Robin scowled and changed the subject. "How's the construction going?"

"About as well as can be expected." Frederick sighed, pinching his nose. "Nowi's been very keen on her lessons with Natalie, but I can tell she's itching to try and dance again. I talked with Natalie about it and she approved adding a room for us to dance. Problem is that set the finish date back another month."

Robin grimaced. It was already hard enough finding workers that could construct such exact plans, but new additions three months in were bound to make everyone upset. "I hope the workers were ok."

Frederick shrugged. "I made sure to throw in a bonus. Had to dip into our Outrealm hoard to do it, but Prince Chrom gave me permission."

"We're alone, Frederick." Robin sighed. "Stop calling Chrom 'prince' when among friends. Anyway, how's the new vassal working out?"

Frederick licked his lips, a sure sign he was thinking. "That's the thing; it's working almost too well. After Tharja placed the binding curses, it's like Catherine was never our enemy in the first place. I even interrogated Tharja to make sure she hadn't added some kind of mind-altering hex. It's… strange."

Robin hummed, finding that odd as well. "Maybe she's just as serious about this penance as you hope she is. I mean, that month she spent waiting on Tharja could've given her the time she needed to reflect."

"I hope so," Frederick sighed, "because Nowi's taken quite the shine to her. I do my best, but I can't be there for all the lessons or keep Nowi beside me at all times. In fact, she's gone off to check on the workers without telling me and brought Catherine with her."

Robin let out a low whistle. "I wonder what gives her that trust. Nowi's a trusting person, as we both know, but even she'd be wary around a bound traitor."

Frederick was silent for a moment before something came to him. "…Do you think it has something to do with the sight she gains with me? Nowi's described Lissa as a blinding light and I appear as a mass of rock. Maybe… she can see someone's true nature?"

Robin frowned. If that was the case, Nowi suddenly became one of the most valuable people in the world. "If true, then Chrom has a job for her. Every ruler from here to Valm would have a job for her."

"As would every criminal with delusions of grandeur." Frederick muttered. "I will speak about it with her, as it is Nowi's choice. I simply detest that we may one day have to use it."

Robin smiled at his friend. "You know, I never thought I'd see you care about someone more than Chrom. Yet, here I am, watching you court a manakete. Life is funny, isn't it?"

"I have borne witness to an amnesiac rise from the dirt to heroism." Frederick answered. "I have seen him win the trust of my lieges and myself. Then I watched him win the heart of the most sought-after woman short of Lady Emmeryn. Life is indeed funny, my friend."

Robin froze, the words strange in his ears. "I think that's the first time you've called me a friend."

"You are." Frederick chuckled, face relaxing a touch. "I just never thought it needed to be vocalized. Now then, shall we go? It'll be a long review of the town and the rest of your lands before we can return and tame the palace."

Robin shivered, remembering the argument that had broken out over silverware. Why it had happened, Robin did not know, but they'd had to restrain Virion and Dunwall from attacking each other. Nor did he want to know what Panne had said to Virion if it made the fop quiet down instantly.

"We'll deal with that when we get there." Robin eventually sighed. "For now, let's just be glad Sumia and Chrom are going to get fitted. Heaven knows it'll give them some peace."

Frederick grunted and stood. "Agreed. I feared that if Sumia looked at one more dress design she would've frozen the entire palace."

"Just be glad she doesn't practice those powers inside." Robin groused as he followed Frederick.

"It's a lot harder to get frost out of a library than you think."

-Two Months Later, Ylisstol-

After much work, preparation, near fights, actual fights, and more stress than either Chrom or Sumia ever wanted, the day had arrived. The entire city woke well before dawn in order to get everything ready – there was an entire daily process the royal couple would have to follow.

Tradition was onerous like that.

For example, Sumia had been taken out of the city. She was currently waking up in a coaching house about an hour away from Ylisstol, her bridal party joining her. "Ugh… who's knocking?"

Sitting up and stretching with a yawn, Sumia got out of bed and walked to the door. "Hold on…"

She opened it a peek and smiled at her guest. "Oh, Cordelia, you're up already?"

Cordelia nodded and almost threw the door open. "If anything, we're late! Come on, we need to get you ready, now!"

Sumia blinked before Cordelia grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the room, ignoring any protests the soon-to-be-queen voiced. The entire coaching house had been rented out for the bridal party, per tradition again, as the bride to be had to be 'presented' to the people before entering the cathedral.

Sumia thought it was a dumb rule, but she couldn't do much about it.

In any case, the rest of her bridal party were already in the main room. Dresses, perfume, shoes, and other odds and ends filled the tables as bridesmaids and assistants ran to and fro. Sumia was at least glad she'd been able to pick her bridesmaids, rather than have to choose some stuffy woman she didn't know.

In order, the bridal party ran Cordelia, Lissa, Sully, Maribelle, and Nowi as a recent addition. Chrom had told her that they were one lady short of even parties, so Sumia had gone with Nowi after Miriel had excused herself and Frederick made a request.

To say the manakete had been excited would have been an extreme understatement.

Sumia thought no more on it as Cordelia sat her in a chair. "Alright ladies, the bride is here! Finish whatever you're doing and get dressed!"

The room flew into an even greater frenzy, Lissa fighting her dress while Maribelle attempted to get Sully into shoes. It was pandemonium everywhere around Sumia except for the lone island of calm she sat in.

Sumia played with her hair, the grey locks finally back to their normal volume if not their length. In fact, her natural curls hadn't shown up yet, leaving her in a messy bob that was screaming to be combed. "So, uh, what am I doing?"

"Nothing," Cordelia insisted, directing an attendant to start on Sumia's nails. "You are to sit there and let us make you beautiful. And eat something; we don't want you fainting at the altar."

Sumia sighed, but let her friends do as they wished. It was clear they were all hurrying to get ready on time, but Sumia felt almost Zen.

She guessed almost dying and committing matricide made matters such as these seem trivial.

I wonder if Chrom's in a similar state?

-Chrom-

"For the last time, I don't need a crown!"

Chrom's aggravated shout sent a reedy assistant away, a simple band of gold hurriedly taken from the room. Chrom sighed and pulled on his pants, the white fabric shining. "You'd think they'd get the hint at some point."

Robin grunted from across the room, Kellam helping him with his cuffs. "You shouldn't complain. It'll only take us another hour to get everything together. Sumia probably hasn't even gotten into the dress yet."

"True," Chrom growled, "but I have to give a thrice damned speech introducing her to the city after the reception. Emm would have a field day with this."

Robin knew she was; he could see the gem she called home twinkling merrily in the strengthening light. Frankly, he was glad the ceremony would be before noon, the sooner this madness was over the better.

"How goes it, Frederick?" Chrom called after buttoning his shirt. "You receive any word?"

Frederick shook his head, watching the groomsmen from the door. "Not yet, milord, but assuming Lady Cordelia keeps everyone on time they should be in sight within two hours."

A chuckle showed Gaius pulling a sock around his new foot, the polished wood gleaming before it was covered. "I can only imagine Stumbles is doing her best not to explode, same with Twinkles. This whole pageant is screwed up."

"Can't do much about that." Kellam said, grabbing his cufflinks. "Have to abide by tradition until the new couple can change them."

Chrom huffed and reluctantly took the cologne Ricken offered him. "It'll be the first thing I do. Trust me. Beyond that, I hope Stahl and the others are ok keeping the people organized."

As if on cue, Vaike burst into the room. "Sorry I'm late! You would not believe the crowd outside."

Robin immediately directed Vaike to his suit. "I don't care that you hate shirts, you will wear this!"

Vaike held up his hands, annoyance clear. "Hey, I agreed on it months ago. I ain't that forgetful."

"Hope not," Kellam chirped. "Nowi would be beyond mad if you were."

Vaike felt Frederick's gaze bore into the back of his head, so he started to change without complaint.

Chrom almost chuckled before he was presented with a coat of pure white lined in gold, his personal seal etched into it with blue thread. "Sweet Naga, I'm getting married."

Robin laughed alongside everyone else in the room, Ricken speaking for them. "Just hit you?"

"Hard," Chrom muttered. "Just thinking of everything we've done until now, from the reforms and getting the country together, this seems way too grand for a simple wedding."

Frederick disagreed vehemently. "Quite the opposite milord. This showing binds all who witness it in the surety that the realm is stable and no further upheaval should be expected. I say why not let them revel in it? They may need such a memory to draw on down the line."

"I agree," Robin chimed. "Besides, it's Sumia, the one you've loved for years! Just do what I do during the meetings with Catarnia and ignore everyone except the one across from you."

Chrom gave him one hell of a stink eye. "That's why you were never productive in those meetings. Here I thought you were day dreaming about the dates you and Cordelia keep having."

Robin shrugged and pulled on his coat. "Well, work dates. We've had about three actual dates what with everything going on."

Chrom groaned and accepted the coat, a new cape soon placed over his shoulders. "Alright, I'm almost done. You lot ready to do this?"

He received a hearty cheer, his groomsmen returning to their preparations while Frederick went to check on things downstairs.

Let it never be said weddings are easy, but directing a reception with a duke and a duchess taking the reins was not what you would call peaceful.

-Sumia-

After what Sumia guessed was another hour, her nails were done and everyone had gotten themselves into their dresses, white gowns lined in gold that befitted the occasion. Sully looked incredibly uncomfortable if you asked Sumia, but the woman always did prefer armor to skirts.

Cordelia, still in command mode, directed everyone to take a seat. "Alright, while Sumia gets dressed, you're all getting your hair done! Don't ruin it or so help me…! I can't think of a punishment, but it will be severe!"

Sumia chuckled at the cowed faces of her friends and assistants. Cordelia had really learned how to command after a few months of training new Pegasus Knights.

Cordelia guided her to a separate room and Sumia beheld the dress she'd be wearing. "Wow… I'm getting married…"

Cordelia smiled and pulled Sumia into a hug. "Didn't we used to talk about our fairy tale weddings when we were young? Looks like we both got our wish."

Sumia returned the hug with tears in her eyes. "I… I know, and it makes me so happy. I just… I just wish Mother and Father could be here to see it…"

Cordelia stroked Sumia's back, soothing the tears as best she could. "I'm sure they're watching right now and marveling at the woman you've become. I know I am."

Sumia sniffled again before pulling back from the hug. "Thanks, Cordy. I hope I can pay you back some time."

"I know you will," Cordelia laughed. "Now then, let's get you dressed!"

Sumia was not expecting Cordelia to try and rip off her nightgown.

"Cordy, what are you doing?! I can dress myself damn it!"

-Ylisstol, One Hour Later-

It started with a trumpet.

All across the city, citizens milled about getting ready for the ceremony and the post-ceremony festivities. Before the trumpet rang from the front gate, everyone was happily going about their business and chatting excitedly.

Then the trumpet rang.

All activity ceased, soldiers marching forth in resplendent ceremonial armor to clear the main street. The people were too excited to get mad at the soldiers, even when they had to force over-eager spectators out of the way, but all waited excitedly for the gates to open.

Twenty minutes later, the trumpet rang again, joined this time by a single ring of the cathedral's bell. Then, with a groan, the gate opened to admit the visitors, cheers shattering the air.

Knights astride grand steeds decorated in white, gold, and light blue sallied through the gate, armor resplendent silver. Their leader, Stahl, was decked in ceremonial plate that shone emerald and made him appear far greater than his stature belied. Even his cowlick had been tamed.

In the center of the escorts were carriages drawn by a team of two pure white horses each, the middle carriage drawn by two pegasi. It was at the sight of this carriage, decorated in gilded pictures of pegasi and the Exalt's brand, which drew the most ardent cheers.

It was also the only one with a roof; the occupants hidden from view, whereas the other carriages had their occupants clear to see. It was mostly for safety reasons that the bride remained hidden, but it was clear the people loved her regardless.

The procession wound through the streets at a decent clip, confetti and flower petals thrown into the air by celebrating citizens, and a trumpet rang every time the carriages passed an important land mark.

Frankly, it drove the bridal party batty, unless it was Maribelle, so they were more than a little relieved to arrive at the cathedral.

Compared to the Grand Cathedral in Draconis, this wasn't an ostentatious structure. This was four large rectangular buildings, the chapel situated in the center while offices and other rooms stretched back on either side. Colored glass filled the windows and various reliefs and simple stone statues decorated the cathedral's exterior. The building glimmered tall and imposing in the warm sun, a daunting reminder of what this wedding meant not only for the couple but for the nation they represented.

More soldiers in their grand armor lined the stairs leading into the sanctum, a carpet of forest green and cobalt blue ran up the steps.

The bridesmaids were the first to exit the carriages with their attendants, forming a half-circle around the main carriage. The cheers of the crowds still filled the air, but as Sumia carefully set foot on the ground for the first time in hours, she remained almost completely obscured from view.

They took the steps slowly, each step measured as practiced, and entered the cathedral to find Miranda and Frederick waiting beside the chapel doors, the rest of the room empty.

"Wow," Miranda gasped as she got her first look at the party. "You're all so lovely, I'm jealous! Right on time too, they just finished seating the guests."

Sumia smiled from behind her veil. "Thank you, Miranda. Personally, I just want to get this over with, if only so Chrom and I can actually enjoy our day."

Miranda chuckled and turned to the bridesmaids. "Alright ladies, you know the order. Let's knock 'em dead!"

Sully, Nowi, and Lissa cheered the decision while Maribelle gave her best smile.

"Whenever you're ready." Cordelia told Miranda. "Sumia's been ready since we got here."

Miranda chuckled again and stood before the door, Sumia ushered back and out of sight. With a deep breath, Miranda pushed the doors opened and allowed the creak of the hinges to guide the congregation's eyes to her.

She was honorary Mother of the Bride after all. With her walk down the aisle, the wedding was on.

Once she was down the aisle, the bridesmaids took their turns to walk forward. First went Sully, who was met by Kellam and guided up the aisle. Then Maribelle, who was met by Gaius for their turn. Next went Lissa, who was guided through the gazes of the crowd by a nervous Ricken.

Nowi was the last of the regular bridesmaids, a genial Vaike gladly leading her to the agreed spot. Finally, Cordelia took her turn to walk out, more than a few angry mutters coming from the young bachelors as Robin came to meet her.

"You look beautiful." Robin whispered as she hooked her arm around his. "I love the ponytail."

Cordelia giggled, her bouquet of white lilies shaking. "Why thank you. Sumia's the real show though, but I hope you don't mind if I keep my eyes on your handsome face."

Robin chuckled as well and led her to the altar, both taking their positions with all the surety of practice. Now Chrom stood alone, dressed in his white and gold vestments beside Libra in full bishop regalia.

Outside the chapel, Frederick was speaking with Sumia. "It's time."

Sumia nodded and took his arm. "Frederick… thank you for doing this."

Frederick smiled at her, eyes warm. "How could I refuse such a heartfelt request? It is my honor to stand in place of your father."

Sumia smiled, mind casting back to a few months prior. They'd started getting more details down about the order of events when Sumia was forced to choose stand-ins for her parents. Choosing Miranda to stand in for her mother was mostly as a reward and show of thanks on Sumia's part, but Frederick was different.

He'd done so much for both her and Chrom over the years that no other, in their minds, could ever hope to stand in for the late Count Pons. It had been quite the sight to see Frederick overcome with emotion.

He'd even shed a tear.

Frederick clearing his throat brought her back to reality. "Ready?"

Sumia nodded and they stepped forward, the congregation rising to their feet as an organ began to play.

Chrom had to stop himself from gaping, though he didn't entirely succeed.

Sumia was dressed in a gown of two parts. A skirt of royal purple ran from her knees down, hiding her feet from view, while the white dress atop the skirt was lined in gold and blue, the thread shining in the light of the chapel. Her train followed behind unassisted, Chrom's symbol sewn into it, while a purple aster was pinned behind her left ear.

Gasps and excited mutters greeted Sumia's grand appearance, many wondering where she'd found such a dress. Sumia internally sighed in relief, glad that the dress was going over well.

The royal tailor had not been happy to hear the traditional dress was being foregone.

Regardless, Sumia put on a smile as Frederick stopped before the altarturning her around and lifting her veil. With a bow, Frederick returned to his seat on the bride's side of the aisle, Shepherds dominating the front pews alongside old friends.

Giving Jayce and Jane a grin, her friends crying tears of joy at the sight, Sumia walked the last few steps to the altar with baited breath.

Naga was merciful, she didn't trip.

Once she stood still, Libra began his part. "You may be seated!"

The congregation sat as one, Libra launching into the sermon that he'd long since memorized. Much like the rest of the wedding, it was rather dramatic and full of pomp, but they were allowed one reading of their choosing.

"Milord, milady, please hold out your hands." Libra instructed after he was done with the required scripture.

Chrom and Sumia did so, eyes only for each other. Libra took their hands in his and began the blessing.

"These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever."

"These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as together you build your future."

"These are the hands that will love and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other."

"These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind."

"These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and tears of joy."

"These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children."

"These are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one."

"These are the hands that will give you strength."

"And lastly, these are the hands that, even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness through their mere touch."

Libra let go of their hands, though Chrom and Sumia did not. "Who here holds the rings dearest? Those ancient symbols of love everlasting?"

Robin and Cordelia stepped forward, "We do, Father."

The rings were given to Chrom and Sumia, their hands reluctantly parting.

"We now call upon His Highness, Chrom Falk de Ylisse, first of his name, to step forward and speak his vow, his promise, and his oath." Libra intoned, stepping back to give Chrom center stage.

"Sumia," Chrom whispered, voice only for her to hear. "You are the love of my life. I've loved you for years and I swear on this day and every day to come that I will never stop loving you. Our trials and tribulations have seen us grow into people that I can scarcely imagine, yet here we are. I am truly blessed to have known you. No matter what happens, or has happened, know that you are my heart, my best friend, and the only one for me."

Sumia felt tears prick at her eyes and swore Chrom had a few gathering in his as well. In fact, Chrom's voice had risen throughout his vow and it sounded like many of the Shepherds were getting emotional as well.

"We now ask Lady Sumia Pons de Clarissa to step forth," Libra called over the sniffling Shepherds. "To speak her vow, her oath, and her promise."

Sumia took a step forward as Chrom stepped back, her voice steady enough to surprise everyone, even herself. "Chrom… you are the love of my life. Not once over the years have I thought of another, so long as I could be near you. Now, as I stand here, having walked beside you through tragedy and heartache, I can say it for certain. There is no other on this earth for me, and I know we will see many happy days henceforth. So I swear to you, my friend, my sun… my very soul."

Sumia choked on the last word, but none dare think ill of it. Many of the Shepherds were outright bawling and it was plainly obvious that Lissa's mascara had begun to run. If the princess had lost all composure, everyone could lose theirs.

Unless you were Libra, of course. "The oaths have been spoken before the eyes of Naga and the Halidom. Are there any here who would object to the joining of these two souls in holy matrimony?"

Every Shepherd turned and glared into the crowd with enough force to kill small animals.

There were no objections.

"Then you may exchange rings," Libra intoned, Chrom and Sumia sliding the bands onto each other's fingers. "Prince Chrom and Lady Sumia, you have expressed your love to each other through the commitment and promises you have made. With these promises, I hereby pronounce you man and wife."

His hands rose to the sky, voice belting the final words. "Today, your kiss is a promise, to both yourself and the kingdom!"

"You may kiss the bride!"

Sumia almost fell into Chrom's arms, a passionate kiss sending them and the crowd into euphoria. It would take a while for everyone to calm down and all the parties to make it to the reception, but that was a worry for a little later.

For now, everyone reveled in the feeling of joy that permeated the air, as they had borne witness to a great thing.

A new era.

-Cathedral, Balcony-

A woman sighed as she watched the congregation move towards the palace, a deep longing to join them in her eyes.

Especially when she caught sight of one man's blonde hair.

"I really shouldn't arrive unannounced." Cherche muttered, eyes trailing to the roof where Minerva kept watch. "I'd heard the news, but I didn't think it would take me this long to get here."

She sighed and turned back to the line of people, her friends laughing merrily. She wished to join them, she did, but there was still a task she needed to complete.

Then, she would allow herself rest.

Then, she could finally take her happiness in hand.

Cherche sighed one more time before starting the climb to the roof. They needed to leave while the guards were still distracted, otherwise things would get awkward fast.

Once she was gone, Emmeryn shimmered into existence, watching Cherche go. "Curious… what could have brought her back unannounced?"

Shrugging the thought off, Emmeryn looked to her compatriot. "I think it was a lovely ceremony, personally."

The faceless marionette that stood next to her did not move, its steel skin shining in the sun. "I simply never believed I would ever be tied to that damn lizard… But, it was a good ceremony, showed the strength of the nation."

Emmeryn rolled her eyes, the marionette's voice like steel grinding on steel. "Only you would focus on that, Svarog. In either case, it surprises me that you have chosen my brother for your trial. Has he not already shown his worth?"

Svarog's blank expanse creaked before a jagged smile appeared. "In body, he has the potential. Now I must see if his spirit can bear the burden and price."

Emmeryn sighed before beginning to fade. "I must still note that I oppose the plans you and yours have created. I care not for the reasoning of Horakhty, Armityle, or The Scales."

Svarog began to sink into the stone. "Your objection was noted, child."

"The question is whether you have the power to make our plans change."

Ch. End

Well, that's a doozy of a chapter. Happy New Year everybody, I hope you've had a good holiday, and I hope you like this chapter as well. Heaven knows I did.

Any who, review responses!

Warrior of six blades: There's even more going on that I don't show. Trust me, if we were going over every part of this, I'd be doing a treatise on bureaucracy and religion. I also think that Lissa heading off to learn how to rule is a good idea. Maybe we'd even be able to avoid the Game Over screen if that happened. Also, if you haven't read the original work yet, check out the original meeting the parents scene. Not my best work, but it's there.

The Fell Dragonite: First, I hope you had a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Believe me, I came up with Lissa being duchess on a spur of the moment, but it helped things make sense. (also, I was lazy about coming up with other names.) Also, I heard Emmeryn's seductive voice as Evelyn from League of Legends, but that's because my brother was playing while I was writing that part.

Geust: I changed the summary, so this argument is now moot.

That's everyone. Hope everyone enjoys the chapter and we'll see you next time!