Title: Fair Play
Characters: Legault, Isadora (side order of Harken x Isadora)
Word Count: 1187 (sigh, another long one)
Timeline: Post-game.
Summary: Isadora wants to say a special good-bye to Legault before he leaves.
Spoilers: The Legault x Isadora support ending and a little bit of Ninian's past.
Disclaimer: Fire Emblem is the property of Nintendo and Intelligent Systems, and I am not making any money out of this. Though it's kind of tempting …
A/N: Hey, another one from me! And it didn't take a thousand years:P I'm glad people liked Chapter 11 because honestly, I almost didn't post it. I was concerned about people's reaction to the, err, topic. XP Anyway, enjoy, and anime/videogame freak I will write a Harken x Isadora chappie once I get a proper idea on them. :)

The torchlight flickered off the light gray, almost white, stone walls of Castle Pherae. Even though she had left the Great Hall behind her, Isadora could clearly hear the loud chatter, music, and general ruckus of a party in full swing.

Indeed there was much to celebrate. Despite dire odds and constant danger they had managed to destroy Nergal and kill a genuine fire-breathing dragon. It boggled the mind sometimes that such creatures still existed, albeit in a different world.

'Thank St. Elimine for that. I don't think Elibe needs any dragons living here,' the blue haired knight said to herself, but then quickly crushed the notion. She reminded herself that Lord Eliwood's fiancée, a lady-like girl named Ninian, would now reside in Castle Pherae. Though she'd given up her draconic ways (as well as powers and form), Isadora doubted that Ninian would appreciate her line of thought.

Clearing her mind of all things concerning the gentle woman Isadora determinedly walked down the hallway. A few minutes ago she'd overheard Legault asking a servant where the nearest chamber pot was. With all the mead, beer, and wine he'd drunk that night he was probably in a hurry to relieve himself.

It also meant he would be alone for a few precious moments. This was her opportunity to talk to him privately.

A shadow briefly flashed across the wall in front of her before it vanished. Isadora knew it was the former Black Fang assassin since she could not hear his footsteps ahead of her. Only he, and perhaps Matthew and Jaffar, could tread so lightly.

Picking up the skirt of her dress, she hurried after him. She was unused to wearing such finery, but Lady Eleanora had insisted she do so for this occasion. The Lady of Castle Pherae had hinted that perhaps some of the men in the company would wish to dance with Isadora, and true to her prediction, they had.

Harken had claimed her for most of the night, of course, since he was her fiancé. But Geitz, Sain, and Legault had managed to sneak in a dance with her as well.

"Legault!"

He'd just turned a corner but he stopped and retraced his steps when he heard her calling. Isadora noticed him watching her approach, his eyes taking in the simple silk slippers on her feet, and then roving up the blue dress trimmed in silver. A plain golden chain graced her throat, and it matched the one she wore across her forehead.

Their eyes met, and he offered her his most affable smile.

"Dame Isadora," he greeted her in return. "What can I do for you?"

"I noticed you leaving the Great Hall, and was wondering if I could have a word with you," she said as she fell in step with him as he resumed his trek.

"Oh?" his smile widened. This was indeed most strange since he had instigated all of their previous conversations.

'Well,' he chuckled internally. 'There was that one time.'

She'd asked him to spar with her so she could get a feel on how it was like to battle a thief and assassin. Legault had readily admitted that any knight could easily defeat an assassin … in a fair fight. Those of his ilk resorted to trickery, and he'd shown Isadora an example by secretly jamming her scabbard so she couldn't draw her sword.

The Pheraen knight had been a little frosty towards him afterwards, but steady applications of his easy charm had eventually made them friends.

'Too bad she's taken by that moping warrior, Harken,' he thought as he waited for her to continue. As he'd said earlier in their friendship, if he'd met her earlier he would have "never been able to leave a beauty like you alone."

They walked in companionable silence, and Legault noticed Isadora's blue eyes glancing his way more than a few times. She would soon be a married woman, but if she wanted to look now, he wasn't adverse to it.

'But I wish this would hurry up a little,' he frowned to himself. He really needed to use a chamber pot …

"So, Master Legault, what is it you plan to do when you leave Castle Pherae?" she asked all of a sudden. "I hope it isn't to return to your previous life."

"Not at all," the lavender haired man answered. "Though perhaps I will touch upon it inadvertently. There are many lost Black Fang out there who need help getting back on their feet. This … adventure of ours has been profitable, and I thought I might as well help those of the Black Fang that I find."

Isadora raised an eyebrow at his usage of the word 'profitable' but didn't pursue it. Legault may be a thief and assassin but he wasn't bad like how Nergal and the Morphs were. Certainly he was no tyrant that would pick on the helpless.

Halting her steps, she forced Legault to stop with her, and she looked unabashedly into his eyes.

"Isadora?" he asked in a hushed tone. There was something unreadable in her eyes, but he was able to pick out concern and … love?

"I know I cannot stop you," she said in an equally quiet voice. "But I want you to know that … I valued our time together and that I consider you one of my closest friends. Take care of yourself out there, Legault, and do not let your guilt and sorrow keep you from living the life you deserve."

"Ah –" was all he managed to get out as she leaned in and gave him a kiss. It wasn't indecent in nature, but her lips lingered on his cheek for far too long to be chaste. Her wandering hand hadn't helped either.

When she pulled back he looked at her beautiful smiling face. Her wonderful, lovely, smirking face?

"What?" he asked in an almost breathless voice. Glancing down where her hand still rested, he saw to his horror that she tied the strings of his pants in a difficult looking dead knot.

"How did you …? Why did you …?" he asked in a fumbled rush.

"Remember when you fixed my scabbard so that I could not draw my sword? I could not have left that unavenged when I may never see you again," Isadora grinned as she took several steps back.

"But what about what you said about honour and fair play?" he almost whined.

"This is not battle, Master Legault," she said playfully. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be returning to the festivities. Join us later, won't you? Perhaps we can have one more dance. Until then, Legault."

She couldn't hold in her giggles as she curtseyed to him and sauntered back to the Great Hall. Legault watched her go, and after several moments of stupidly looking at her retreating form, he burst out laughing. The assassin immediately stopped since the motion aggravated his uncomfortably full bladder.

He hoped Harken was more alert than he'd just been because the Pheraen knight was going to marry one heck of a woman.

A/N: Whoo! Hehehe, Isadora for the win! XD The strings of Legault's pants are like draw strings to keep his pants closed. So he'll have a little trouble relieving himself since she, uh, re-tied it for him. :P