Ophelia skipped into the courtyard looking for adventure in her new home. She never imagined she was actually royalty, nor that her family had their own magnificent castle, but here she was. It had certainly been a week of discovery after her parents revealed their origins.

That said, she was in a new place and did not really know anyone outside of her parents. She had been introduced to her grandparents, but they were out catching up with their children. Granted, no company was better than some options, but Ophelia liked having others around. Usually.

Unfortunately, almost everyone she had seen was older than her, or simply staff too busy to talk. This left Ophelia to explore the castle of her ancestors looking for cool vistas and, hopefully, something to do.

Her sight seeing was suddenly interrupted though when a blue haired girl in a thick looking coat ran by her frantically looking for something. She turned to Ophelia and put a finger over her own lips before hiding in a nearby bush. Not a minute later, a man in a large suit of armor walked by.

"Milady," He bowed in a quite formal manner. His words were polite, but his expression was exasperated. He stopped and eyed her for a few seconds before deciding to press on.

"Phew," The bluenette sighed as she exited the bush, "Thanks for not ratting me out. I'm Morgan by the way."

"I'm Ophelia," The blonde smiled, "It is an honor to make your acquaintance."

"Oh, you're Owain and Severa's daughter! I heard about that. I wanted to meet you, but you were all busy yesterday. How's life in the castle?"

"Good. It is like the stuff of legends. To think my blood line was so heroic."

"Yep, you get used to it."

"Oh? Are you from a legendary bloodline too?"

"You betcha! The same one, actually. I'm pretty sure we're cousins…in a roundabout way."

"Really?" Ophelia tilted her head.

"Yeah, your dad is my mom's first cousin."

"Then you must be a chosen heroine too!" Ophelia hopped up and down in excitement.

"Uh, sure?"

"What fortune to have met someone of the same luminous mold so quickly. Surely we are fated to be the best of friends."

"Definitely Owain's daughter, but cool. You seem like fun."

"Huzzah! Though, if you don't mind my asking, who was that man and why was he looking for you?"

"Oh, Frodrod the Fuddy Duddy."

"Who's that?"

"A knight who ruins the fun of adorable little tacticians, that's who."

"Sounds like a villain," Ophelia whispered conspiratorially.

"Yes! Finally! Someone else sees it. Hey, maybe you could help me out in getting even with Mr. Resting Grump Face."

"Do you have some sort of heroic plan ready to spring?" Ophelia asked wide-eyed.

Morgan answered with a gremlin smirk, "Something like that."


"So," Chrom could hardly contain his smirk, "You're a grandmother now."

Lissa audibly growled at her brother as they walked along, "Not one word."

"After all the grief you gave me over Morgan? Don't count on it. I have several, several-"

Chrom was cut off by the sound of a large commotion coming from down the hall. It was enough to instantly spur the exalt into action. He barreled down the hall with Lissa struggling to keep up. However, he did not exactly find an emergency when he arrived at the source of the disturbance.

"Um, Frederick?" Chrom coughed while Lissa snorted in her attempts to contain a laugh, "What's going on?"

"These two," The knight held Morgan and Ophelia by their shoulders, "Thought it would be funny to booby trap my office with a bucket of paint."

"Hey, it's a good color on you," Morgan pouted.

"That is beside the point. I would recommend some severe punishment. Assaulting a knight of Ylisse is a serious offense."

"Now, now, let's not start building a gallows just yet," Chrom turned to the girls in question with a more stern expression, "However, we should notify their parents."

"Do we…really need to bring mom and dad into this," Morgan dropped her pout and was finally showing a bit of concern.

"Yes," Chrom smirked triumphantly, "Same goes for you little lady."

"Hey," Lissa piped up, "Let me take them over."

"Nope. You'll just let them free as an accomplice. I know how you work."

Lissa deflated on the spot, "Sorry, girls, I tried."


"What were you thinking, Morgan?" Lucina pinched the bridge of her nose after their daughter had been brought before them and accused.

"Where did you even find the paint?" Robin asked himself more than anyone else.

"And you got Ophelia involved on her first week here. You're grounded for the rest of the week."

"What?"

"That means no pranks, no games, and no tactics simulations."

"Daw," Morgan huffed and folded her arms.

"Just think about Ophelia. I'm glad you're making friends, but try not to get them wrapped up in your schemes. Now, go on. Apologize to Sir Frederick and Ophelia for getting her involved."

Morgan sighed, but she reluctantly went and did as she was told. Once she was gone, Robin slid up beside Lucina, "Hey, look on the bright side. She finally made a friend that isn't one of your old subordinates."

"Yes," Lucina smiled, "Now if only we could tame the tornado that is our daughter."

"If only."

A/N: A bit short, but it's at least something out.