Inigo was at the highest point of the chateau, a small octagonal room with glass on every side that sat atop the center building of the complex. Inigo's brain was trying to remember what such a feature was called. Cupola sounded right, but for some reason pergola did as well, and he could not get the word rotunda out of his mind either. He looked out through the glass, which gave him a 360 degree view of the whole complex, as well as miles outside of it. The camp was coming alive in earnest now, and virtually everyone was awake, except perhaps Gaius. The sun was now rising in the sky, and Inigo guessed it was mid-morning.

Normally, Inigo would only just be coming awake, and would grumpily march at Lucina's behest to breakfast, which he never cared for anyway. Today, however, Inigo was looking for inspiration. Owain was not in his tent, and given that this quiet morning would only last so long before a risen or Frederick's need for punctuality would get things moving again, Inigo decided to go to the quietest place he could imagine to think. Thus, here he was in the cupola (or pergola, or rotunda). The view was spectacular, but Inigo felt it was more befitting of a painting than a song. And whatever Severa's words, painting was one talent Inigo definitely did not have.

He looked over his papers, the blank whiteness staring back at him in anticipation. A small quill with ink bottle sat beside him on the ground, waiting for use. The conditions were right, but nothing was happening. With a frustrated sigh, he looked out the window again, noticing the shadow that cast itself over the courtyard. The cupola (or whatever) cast a distinct shadow, and given the room's size, part of the shadow was Inigo's body. Inigo moved his arms around, and saw the shadow move with him, enlarged by the sun but still the correct shape. He lifted a hand with two fingers extended, and shadow Inigo was then holding a small rabbit, whose ears twitched and perked up. He smiled at the sight, before his eyes caught another.

A head of blue hair was walking by, her walk focused and deliberate, and she was walking right underneath where the cupola, and by proxy Inigo, were casting their shadows. Getting an idea, a childish grin appeared on Inigo's lips as he crossed his thumbs and extended his fingers like wings. He flapped them like the wings of a bird as Lucina walked underneath, moving them swiftly over her being before ducking down. As he peered back up, his sister was inspecting her surroundings, her hand on the Falchion, and an adorably confused look on her face. Not raising his torso, and keeping his head as low as he could while still being able to see her, he raised his hands again, the faux bird fluttering before leaving again. This time, Lucina followed the shadow to its source, and Inigo lifted himself up to be visible, giving her a wave with his hand. She looked up at him, her face of confusion turning to one of recognition, and she changed her course to head to the chateau's center building, which he currently stood atop.

As he was considering descending to meet her, he was startled by the crash of a bird against the glass of the cupola. He went over to that pane, undamaged aside from a smudge, as a blackbird flapped and clattered around on the roof trying to regain its footing. It turned itself over on its feet, its black eye staring at Inigo as it fluttered up to the glass again, resting on a small ledge on the roof of the cupola, though Inigo could still see its tail feathers. The blackbird, evidently content with his new perch, sung out a brief birdsong, a simple melody that climbed up the scale and back down again. Evidently getting no reply from his mate, he let it out again, then again, and again. The same simple series of chirps were clearly audible to Inigo, and like daybreak after a storm at sea, Inigo got an idea. He quickly grabbed his quill and papers, and pressed the paper against the glass as close to the blackbird as he could, before the quill scratched in some notes that followed the birdsong through its loving call.

...

Lucina made her way up the stairs toward where she imagined the entrance to the cupola was. 'I should have done this sooner,' Lucina thought. 'If I would have just talked with him when all I heard was his singing. Now I have to talk with him about that and Severa. What do I even say?' She walked up several flights of stairs before reaching the top floor, finding access to the cupola (or so she thought it was called) in the form of a metal ladder in a similarly shaped octagonal room just below it. Grabbing a rung, she looked up to see the hole in the floor of the cupola unobstructed, but could hear something coming from the room. As she climbed up, she realized it was humming. Inigo's humming.

She poked her head up, seeing her brother still pressed up against the glass, a bottle of ink precariously balanced on his elbow as his quill scratched a series of notes and signatures that to Lucina might as well have been a foreign language. She climbed up further, allowing the Falchion to rattle in its sheath to get his attention, which succeeded as he put the quill back in the inkwell, and placed both it and the paper delicately on the ground.

Both siblings raised themselves to stand up fully, making eye contact briefly, but saying nothing. Realizing she went out of her way to see him, Lucina decided to go first. "What are you working on?" she asked.

Inigo shifted in place, looking down at the papers on the ground. "You know, there was a blackbird singing up here," he said, "and I thought it could make a nice opening to a song."

Lucina eyed him carefully. "I didn't realize you were such a songwriter."

Inigo cocked his head slightly. "Well, I...I try."

"Inigo," she began, "I'm sorry for listening in while you and Owain were singing that song. It was not my intention to spy."

Inigo simply shrugged. "It's no big deal."

Lucina's eyes widened. "Truly? I imagined you would be more embarassed."

"You're my sister, Lucina. What could I be embarrassed about?"

Lucina was internally screaming an objection. Where did he get the nerve to be so nonchalant? "But...you never like anyone to watch you dance! And Owain said you don't let anyone watch you sing except him!"

Inigo finally averted his gaze. "I don't like showing what's not finished, Lucina. I'm not proud of much of my work, but I can at least say that 'Love's Philosophy' is finished so far."

Lucina looked him over, a long pause passing between them. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Inigo re-established eye contact. "What?"

"About your singing; your songwriting; any of it. You were doing this with Owain all this time and...and you never told me."

Inigo's face gave a nervous grin. "Lucy, I've sung in front of you before."

"What? No, never! I would remember hearing your voice."

Inigo stepped closer, his branded eye staring back into her own, his eyes squinted in study. "What are you doing?" she asked.

His gaze softened. "You really don't remember, do you?"

Though her brother was an inch taller, she stood as tall as she could. "Are you implying I could just forget something like this? I would forget the most beautiful voice I've ever heard singing the most beautiful music I've ever heard, and forget that my brother was the source?"

Inigo stepped back, a blush forming under his eyes at the harshly delivered praise. Inigo's mouth opened slightly, a low, careful voice sliding between his lips. "I don't know if you forgot. But, I do know I sung in front of you." He shifted himself to the center of the room. "When me and Owain first started composing, we had a competition. Our first opus number was going to be one song with lyrics and music by Owain, the other with lyrics and music by me."

Lucina remembered Owain showing her the first opus number. They each did one song. Yet, she said nothing as Inigo continued.

"I couldn't think of anything, and in a moment of desperation, I turned to mother for help. She was with father at the time, and they both came to me and tried to help me out. I thought mother would know a thing or two about singing or music, but in an ironic twist, father was far better at both pursuits."

Lucina had to stop him there. "Wait, wait, wait," she said, "I know this is a dream or something you had. Father was a swordsman and a leader. He never...does not have the talent for graceful pursuits like mother did...does."

Inigo gave a knowing smile. "I never thought so either! Yet, when I told him the dilemma, he tried to help me out. He sung that old folk song, 'I Have Twelve Oxen,' and told me to try to change it to give it a different feeling. I played for what seemed like hours. Then, when they left me alone that night, I saw the stars in the black sky through a window, and I remembered father's advice to give it 'feeling.' I stayed up almost all night until Frederick found me, and I composed my first song."

Lucina spoke without even realizing it. "The Reign of the Stars."

Inigo smiled brightly. "See? You even remember the name of the song! You were there for the big debut the next day."

Lucina shook her head. "No, I wasn't there. I don't remember any of this."

Inigo's smile vanished. "But, you must remember! Everyone was there to hear it! Mother, father, Lissa, Gaius, even Robin. You must have been there, where else could you have been?"

Lucina's calloused hands ran over the hilt of Falchion. "I...I don't..." She looked back at him, her eyes somewhat glossy, "Are...are you sure I was there? You remember seeing me specifically?"

"Well, I mean..," his hand reached into his hair, "...I think...No, no you had to be there, you were standing behind...no that was...I..." His words trailed into silence.

Both blue-haired nobles stood in complete silence. Minutes passed, Inigo's blue eyes taking on the same glossy sheen as his sister's. "I...thought for sure..." Inigo started, but did not finish.

Lucina closed her eyes. "I never heard," she said, "and I don't know why."

"I'm...I'm so sorry," he said.

"No," she said, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? What for?"

"You're my younger brother, Inigo. I should have made and effort to keep an eye on you, to see what you were doing all this time."

Inigo's eyes went to the glass. "Nobody can blame you, especially not me. You had other things on your mind, like keeping us all alive."

"But, this was before...everyone was still there, I still had the time, I could have-"

"You're doing it again," Inigo interrupted.

Lucina looked at him, and he stepped closer. "You're doing that thing we talked about. You're blaming yourself for things that are not your problem or concern."

Lucina opened her mouth to speak but, Inigo's finger shot up to silence her, pressed firmly on her lips. "Whatever you were doing not listening to me and Owain, it helped make you who you are. And who you are is the only reason I can keep working on my music, and my dances, and my swordplay." He leaned in closer. "Thanks to you, and only you, I have a second chance. What more could I ever ask for than that?"

He removed his finger, seeing her eyes still shine, her shoulder's weighed down with a weight Inigo could only pretend he was helping to bear. Desperate for any kind of levity, his forced a smile again. "If nothing else, think of all the women whose worlds have been brightened by your work!" He stepped back, his hands in a flourish. "By bringing me back, countless maidens across Ylisse have known, if only for a moment, what it truly is to love, charmed by my impeccable talents."

Lucina's cheeks fought the smile, but lost as a cascade of laughs escaped her. Olivia's 'entertainer's pride' seeped through Inigo as he applauded himself silently for his work. He had made his sister laugh, and unlike usual, he did not even have to resort to tickling to make it happen.

"Y-your imagination is to be admired," she choked out between laughs, "no wonder you and Owain are so close."

Inigo clasped both hands on his heart. "You wound me, woman. I'll have you know the only reason you are immune to my charms is the fact that we are blood relatives." He reached out, lifting her chin to look her in the eyes. "If you were some village maiden, you would be swooning over me."

Lucina smile turned to a smirk of challenge. "Even if I was a maiden, mother always told me I was too pretty to settle."

Inigo turned to the side dismissively. "Relax sweetheart, you're like a six at best."

He was rewarded with a swift, hard punch to the arm, and he backed away toward the glass. "So," he said, grinning, "it's a fight you want?"

Lucina's arm rested on the Falchion. "You might have many talents, Inigo, but I know I still outperform you in fighting."

"You forgot one crucial thing, Lucy," he said, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers, "I have no intention of fighting fair."

Lucina's eyes widened, smile gone, and she stepped back. "No! Get that thing away from me!"

He stepped closer, like a shark to its prey. "You may have gotten father's fighting skills, but that's not all you inherited."

Lucina turned to race down the ladder, but Inigo grabbed her with both arms around her waist and pulled her back, landing both of them on the floor as his fingers, nimble from piano practice, went to work on her armpits and neck. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" he shouted.

"No! I-Inigo!" she yelled in between laughter.

...

"And that's the whole story, I swear!" Owain said, his face red from talking so long.

Severa pinched the bridge of her nose. "Let me get this straight," she said, "you thought I had feelings for Inigo because I listened to him sing."

Owain scratched the back of his head. "I mean, it's not the most unreasonable assumption. Why would he sing to you of all people?"

Severa stepped closer. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Owain took and exaggerated step back. "Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" he said, "we were just confused why he picked you instead of me, or Lucina, or anyone else to play that song to. How did you even know he could sing?"

Severa tried to hide the rising blush as she closed her eyes and crossed her arms. "I overheard him singing to himself, and I wanted to hear it again. Gods, is that so wrong?" Severa opened her eyes again, a vicious scowl at Owain as she grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the chateau. "You are coming with me."

"Hold on! Where are we going?!" Owain said.

"I am not going to let Lucina hack me to pieces because she thinks I'm lusting after her brother. We're going to find her, and set the record strait."

"Can't we at least do this after breakfast-ow, my arm!"

...

Severa and Owain headed into the central building of the chateau, while Inigo and Lucina headed down the stairs. Lucina's face was still flush thanks to her tickling, but her smile was genuine as she walked with her brother to camp again. Inigo, for his part, was happy. They walked down a hallway towards the main corridor, when they heard some slight yelling from a young man.

"What was that?" Lucina asked, hand on the Falchion.

"I'm not sure," Inigo replied, hand on his sword.

At the sound of a loud "Ow!" both siblings turned to each other and spoke simultaneously their thought: "Owain." They rushed toward the corner where he was surely behind, but stopped just at the edge when they heard Severa's voice on the other end.

"Will you stop fighting me?!" she said, apparently through gritted teeth. The siblings simply looked at each other.

"I just don't understand what the big deal is! I'm sure Lucina won't be angry when hears about you and Inigo's night together."

"Don't phrase it like that! What if someone heard you say that?!" Severa's eyes were alight with anger, looking almost as red as her hair. "The whole camp will be talking about how 'Inigo and Severa got together one night in the study,'" she said, heightening her voice to imitate a gossipy girl, "They'll say things like, 'well I heard that they've been together for almost two months, they've been keeping it a real secret!'"

"Uh, Severa," Owain stammered.

"Can you imagine if that kind of talk got back to Chrom and Olivia, or my parents?! What about Lucina?!"

"Severa-"

"After that whole speech she made about looking out for her brother, what's she going to do if she hears he and I are in a relationship?! Then what, Owain?!"

Owain said nothing as he merely pointed behind her, and Severa's light brown eyes opened wide as she felt a chill up her neck. She closed her eyes with a sigh. "She's right behind me, isn't she."

Owain could only nod as Severa heard a sword unsheathing.