The corridors were filled with the sound of lone footsteps, Bee stomping through in search of a Prince. Regardless of his royal status, the scarfed girl would give him a piece of her mind if he didn't answer right. Torches are lit on the walls. The bandits must have used this area often. Hopefully she's getting close to the captain's position. Ah, if she strains her ear, she can make out the sound of his voice and another's. Sounds like Robin. Bee doesn't need witnesses. It'll just make the conversation slower.
The girl rounds a corner, spotting Chrom, Robin, and Frederick if she recalls correctly. How is Fredrick's armor still so immaculate in this dust and debris? Is he sweeping rocks away from Chrom's feet?! The girl shakes her head. Now is not the time for such curiosity. She has to talk to the Prince.
"Chrom," the three's heads turn at Bee's voice, "Could we talk?" The prince, seeing the girl's firm eyes, nods. Bee gestures to him and the two walk off.
Chrom coughs, "So, what did you need me for?" The scarfed girl looks back impassively, tilting her head. The prince stares back awkwardly.
The girl sighs, looking back forward. She hesitates, deciding on her words carefully. Glancing back, she asks simply, "How many have died at your hands?"
The prince flinches back, looking down, "Too many to count at this point. But everything I've done has been for Ylisse," he stares back at her firmly, "Those I've... killed were determined on hurting Ylisse and her people."
Bee turns around harshly, starting to yell, "They still had families, loved one to go back to! Resorting to killing immediately makes you no better than a murderer!" The girl glares at the resolute prince, furious.
The prince holds his hands up, "I know, I know. I'll have to live with what I've done till I die. But peace doesn't work with these sorts of people sadly." The scarfed girl growls, turning back around, storming off. Chrom watches her go, before silently following.
Heading back to where she left the bandits, Bee tries to calm herself down unsuccessfully. She can't deal with the nerve of that man! Killing isn't right! That's what she was taught all her life. This may be a different world then her own, but she'll stick to her morals till her death... hopefully it doesn't come to that. Rounding a corner, she breaths a sigh of relief at the sight of all 3 still alive and tied up. The three men look up at her approach.
The girl moves to untie them, "You all have families. Get out of here and go back to them." She gestures to the passage she entered from after untying them. Bandit 2 and 3 nod, booking it out. The 1st bandit, the one she knocked out instantly, hesitates, before heading towards the passage. The girl looks away, smiling softly.
"Die bitch!" Rings out behind her, the girl swiftly turning to the bandit swinging an axe at her face. A holy looking sword deflects it before lodging itself in the bandits chest. Chrom saved her life.
"You alright, Bee?" The prince asks, pushing the newly made body off his blade. He flicks it, the blood seeming to slide right off. The nauseous girl stares and stares at the body, feeling sick to her stomach.
She shakes her head, "Y-yeah, I'm fine." The prince smiles, nodding. She scowls, "I still don't agree with your methods. I won't stop giving my enemies second chances and I most certainly will not kill."
Chrom chuckles, "I'm not asking for that. Just... stick with the Shepherds for now. I want you to my older sister. I honestly have a feeling you two would get along really well. Oh, we're heading out back to Ylisse shortly." Chrom, sheathing his blade, heads out. The scarfed girl follows, pondering his words.
Bee sighs, hammering the last wood stake of her tent into the ground. They had camped out in a forest clearing for the night. For some reason the Shepherds brought extra tents with them to Regna Ferox. Not that Bee minded having a tent all to herself. It's just weird. The girl turns around, noticing someone behind her.
Oh, it's Donnel, the farm boy that came to Chrom for help with the bandits. He really is wearing a pot on his head. Interesting. Is that a copper spear on his back? That begs a bigger question. How do spear holders work? The girl shakes her head. Not the time for that. Looks like he needs help.
Donnel scratches his cheek, "P-pardon me, Miss Bee, Ay was wondering if ya could help me set up my tent?" Bee blinks, before nodding. Donnel perks up, enthusiastically exclaiming, "Follow me!" before running off. The scarfed girl smiles, following silently.
Donnel leads her to a tent laying in the grass. He adjusts the pot on his head, sighing at the tent. "Ay don't know what to do next, Miss Bee." The girl he addressed smiles at him, quietly instructing him to follow her lead.
She picks up a pole, "Ok, first we need to plant two of these into the ground about 8 feet away. You don't have to be exact," she instructs, shoving said pole into the dirt below. The boy watching her nods, doing as she said. He struggles a little, but manages to dig the pile into the dirt.
Bee smiles, picking up the tent itself, "Now we put the tent on the poles. There should be a place to insert the poles on each side of." Donnel seems to note it in his head and the two place the tent up on the poles.
The girl gestures to six wood stakes sitting near, "Those stakes are to be put through rope on the sides of the tent and hammered into the ground. You got this." Bee watches as the boy successfully sets up his tent the rest of the way.
He looks back at her, all smiles, "Thank ya kindly, Miss Bee. I'll remember this for next time!" The girl smiles and nods at the kid, starting to head back to her tent.
When she's out of eyesight of Donnel, she frowns. Why did Chrom allow a kid like him in the Shepherds? He's just a farmer. Oh who is she kidding, it's his sheer enthusiasm. The kid is so positive it's almost sickening. Bee loses herself to her thoughts for a bit.
The girl is knocked out of them when she collides with a wall. No wait, it's a man in armor. Frederick looks down at her, the man carrying two cots and two what seem to be sleeping bags. "Bee, just the women I wanted to see. I have a cot and sleeping back for you." Bee takes them from him, nodding thanks. She starts to head off.
"Bee, one moment if you would." The girl turns at the retainer's call, "While I do not approve of you arguing with Milord, it was a good eye opener to him. It'll help him grow as a prince of Ylisse. Please do not waver in your beliefs." At that, Frederick heads off in the way Bee just came, presumably to give Donnel a cot and sleeping bag as well.
Bee stares at his retreating form for a moment before heading back to her tent. The girl mindlessly sets up her cot, pondering the great knight's words. She sighs, laying down to get some sleep after a long day.
AN: sorry for the wait. This chapter was a pain to write. That's why the quality was lower. Sorry. I'll correct it soon hopefully. I just wanted to get this out.