Keiji's earlier decision sees him delivered into Camilla's hands.

Camilla

"By the Light Dragon..." You return to the waking world with a pained wheeze.

Your back and ribs feel as though steel greaves have trodden all over them.

"Hey! Get up!" Charlotte barks, jolting you fully awake with a light slap to the head. "We're here."

"And where is here, exactly?" you grumble, ears ringing slightly. You gently shake your head and it clears the sound.

"Lady Camilla's encampment, smartass," Charlotte reveals as she kneels into your sights.

A fearful twinge sparking to life in your gut, you try get up. Ropes bind your wrists, but your legs remain free.

Charlotte pushes you back down, pale efforts be damned. "Don't bother," she advises, casting an arm outward in presentation of the surroundings.

A collection of inelegant stone buildings and tents stretch out before you. A pair of hulking men in black steel platemail guard the largest tent in the middle of the arrangement. Fiercely burning torches illuminate its perimeter, and many more guards stand careful watch nearby. These sentries appear better armed and armoured compared with the many rank-and-file grunts you see on the battlefield. The tent they guard is the command tent, for sure.

Spearmen leer at you from the frozen drill yard further left; they're obviously far more interested in Hoshidan captives then their exercises.

Charlotte grabs you by the chin and forcibly pulls your eyes back onto her. She sneers at you all too smugly, drinking in every joyous second of having bested you. "Now, you'd better keep your arse planted firmly where it is while I summon Her Ladyship," the blonde fighter instructs, letting go of you and rising to her feet. Turning away with a flip of her golden waves, she walks over to the centremost tent with a wiggle of her backside as she goes.

Sighing defeatedly, you look left ways. Flora is kneeled next to you in similar bindings. Her expression is empty and her eyes are equally hollow.

Her broken demeanour only worsens your dread.

Shutting your eyes and lowering you head, you breathe in and out to steady your nerves.

You did the right thing by making a stand for Flora no matter the outcome. Citizens of Hoshido always strive to conduct themselves with honour and compassion. Such an expectation stands double for a samurai like yourself. You've done your duty, as is expected.

Unfortunately, having aspired to such lofty goals is a cold comfort while bound and disarmed.

Then there's Charlotte. She's was so damn smug having bested you. Oh how you yearn to strike that cat-like grin from her freckled face, woman or no.

Worse still, curious Nohrians gossip from all directions. Their whispers crawl into your skull as unwanted intruders. Growling frustratedly, you jam your eyes shut, praying for this nightmare to end - for something, anything to free you from this hostile and foreign place.

"Keiji," Flora speaks up, her voice utterly flat. "How are you faring?"

"As well as can be expected. Though the pain in my ribs has dulled." They throb just as you announce as such, forcing a sharp inhale. "Or maybe not."

A hint of life returning to her eyes, Flora smiles weakly. "It hurts, I know, but do hang in there," she encourages. "I'll help you." Shuffling close, she leans against you and shuts her eyes. "This is the least I can do, after everything I caused."

Something of a faint orange glow emanates from Flora's body - one of soothing warmth - the same her sister mustered at the inn. The magic energies feed into you, easing the smallest hint of soreness to your muscles. The lassie's breaths become heavier and her cheeks flush with fatigue the longer she maintains the spell. Second by second, she feeds all that she has into you, guilt written all too clearly across her face.

Even after all of Flora's mistakes you don't want her to hurt herself.

"Flora, you can stop. Please, don't wear yourself out on my account."

"B-But I have to," she insists between weary breaths. "You're here because of me."

You turn your head and peck Flora's cheek - to ease her woes. She shivers at your touch, and ultimately relents with her magic too.

Falling against you limply, the girl shudders with emotion. "H-How can you still be so kind after all I've done?" she asks, her voice cracking.

"Because we are where we are," you tell her simply, and with a hint of warmth. "And nothing will change that. I'm displeased, I'll admit, but you saw the error of your ways... like a true Hoshidan. I cannot fault you for that."

Bursting into tears, Flora sobs into your shoulder.

"If anything, this failure falls partly on my shoulders as well," you continue, grimacing. "If I'd fought harder then we wouldn't be in this mess."

Flora swallows hard to stem her tears, sniffling. "Stop it. This is no fault of yours."

"That's where you're wrong. I'm not strong enough." Still you lack the means to deliver change.

"No. You're wrong, Keiji... And I doubt Charlotte would've kept her word, even if you'd bested her."

Charlotte's kiss against your unwilling lips flashes through your thoughts and a pale twinge of satisfaction also. "I'm not so certain she wouldn't have."

As displeased as you are about losing, you doubt you would've killed the blonde even if you had won the bout.

You envision Hana, smirking eagerly with a katana clutched in her hands. She and Charlotte are similar: scrappy and empowered.

A bittersweet pang grips your chest. You've always admired women with a fiery streak.

Ahead, a guard opens the command tent's front flap. Camilla then steps out and saunters over to you; her eyes glimmer with chilling intensity. Following loyally at her side is Selena. Everyone around the pair drop onto hand and knee in respectful address.

You scowl at the redhead who slashed Felicia's eyes.

A gesture she fires right back. "What are you looking at?"

You sharpen your stare. A dead woman, if you could get these bindings off.

"My my," Camilla chuckles hauntingly, kneeling to your level. Flicking aside her wavy purple locks, she leans in close. The way she gazes at you is terrifying; it's as though something is broken inside her - unhinged. "I was hoping I'd see you again," she admits affectionately, an undertone of malice to her words. "Especially after you lunged at my darling Selena with such aggression when last we met."

There is a darkness to this woman, a blackness deeper than the void. Her mannerisms alone tell you as such.

"If you're going to flay me then just do it already," you snap, eyes narrowed scornfully. "I'll not grovel for you, Corrin's sister or no."

Camilla's laughs sweetly. "Feisty, aren't we? Not that I mind." The princess glances back. "Selena dear, pass me that sword you have there."

"Of course, Lady Camilla," answers the redhead. Doing as asked, she places the weapon (your katana) into her mistresses' hands. "Here you are."

"Thank you, dear."

"They say a samurai's most prized asset is his sword," Camilla comments, eyes trained again on you. She brings away the katana's protective sheathe an inch or two and exposes the steel therein. She smiles in admiration of the shine, and hums darkly. "But that isn't so much the case for you, now is it?"

You remain silent and stare at the snow beneath your knees.

Camilla leans frightfully near, her lips bruising against your earlobe. Her rosewood perfume makes your head spin.

"As my dearest Corrin's protector, I am certain you're welcome to her innermost secrets - a gift far greater than any mere possession."

Your eyes widen in awe.

"Surprised?" A chuckle from the royal. "A little songbird told me all about you after our last battle. Of how you strive to attain power, and of how you escorted my dear misguided sister to dinner in Macarath recently. She even told me..." Camilla pauses, her words laced with passion, "that you're in love."

Your heart skips a beat. "You've been watching me, I take it?" you question with venom. Raising your head, you meet Camilla's stare.

"Not personally," the princess replies with an unsteady grin. "But Flora certainly did a good enough job in my place."

You glace to Flora from the corner of your eye. Her head hung low, she sighs ashamedly. "...I'm sorry, Keiji."

It isn't as though she had a choice in the matter. "Don't apologize... You did what you had to do."

"And marvellously so, I must say," Camilla interjects, looking to Flora and smiling most wickedly. "Though you were unable to deliver Corrin as I requested, you have brought me the next best thing... the man in whom she confides. Her most beloved protector."

Your stomach churns at Camilla's interest in you. You'll not give her the satisfaction of knowing as such though.

"And why, Light Dragon preserve me, is Corrin so important to you?" you ask with sharpness to your tone.

Camilla looks again to you. She touches a hand to your shoulder, and shakes her head as though reprimanding your question. "My dear Keiji, such matters are not your concern. However..." Her eyes of purple glint with strength and determination as she pauses. "You will yet be of use to me, regardless." The princess rises to her feet and turns her back to you. "And I would much prefer you cooperate. That said... I'm sure you will. Selena?"

The redhead bows for her mistress. "What is your will, milady?"

"Be a dear and take Flora away, will you?"

"As you wish. Where shall I put her? In the cells?"

"No." Camilla shakes her head. "I'll not see her disrobed and defiled by the brutish thugs we keep in there. Take her to your tent and watch over her there."

Selena rolls her eyes. "But milady, I must protest-"

Camilla raises her hand, silencing the redhead. "Now now, do not lose your temper. It will only be for a short time."

"Very well then." Selena exhales, conceding with a short nod. "And what about him?" she asks while jabbing a spiteful index at you.

Camilla turns around to you, humming in contemplation. "...I'd much prefer to get acquainted with Keiji in private. He will stay with me for the time being."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Selena asks with a hint of unease, her brow raised.

"Perfectly," her royal charge replies, winking at you.

You note a hint of fear in Selena's eyes. "And suppose he gets loose...?"

"When he gets loose," Camilla clarifies. "I intend to unbind his wrists while we're alone together, as will you with Flora. They are our guests, not prisoners."

Teeth gritted, you glare hateful daggers at the princess. Whatever game she's playing, you will not fall for it.

Selena clutches a hand to her chest, her eyes widening. "...But milady-"

"Hush now, Selena darling," Camilla decrees with a touch of authority. "I am more than capable of protecting myself in your absence."

Fists clenched and shuddering with nerves, Selena relents with a huff. "...As you wish." Storming past her mistress, she snatches Flora's hand and yanks the girl to her feet. "You're coming with me, traitor." You're powerless to do anything as Flora is dragged out of your reach.

Wrestling free of Selena's grasp partway down the path, the maid swings back and holds out a desperate hand to you. "Keiji," she cries out, "I won't abandon you! I swear... I'll make things right!"

A sharp smack to the back of the head from Selena renders her quiet. "Quit your yelling and come with me!" her red-haired handler demands.

Flora relents with a submissive nod and Selena escorts further down the icy pathway leading through camp. Before long, the two are out of sight.

Camilla chuckles, a hand raised to her mouth for a moment. "My my, Selena is moodier than usual today." Lowering that hand, she then snags your wrist. The princess brings you up from your knees with a single sharp pull. "And you my dear are coming me." You're guided toward her tent thereafter.

You've not the strength to fight from her grip even if you wanted to.

Your stomach plunges given how tired you are. Whatever horrors await, you can only imagine.

The interior to Camilla's abode is far less than horrifying. You expected a command tent filled with torture devices. There is nothing of the sort here.

In the furthest corner from the tent flap is an ornate dresser adorned in gold trim. Countless thick books are stacked up beside it; with a simple mirror propped up against them. Charlotte sits upon the edge of the princesses' massive bed. The thing is grandiose in terms of size. Its sheets are the finest crushed velvet, with countless royal emblems sewed into them with gold thread. If you sold a quilt like this, its proceeds would feed a rural village for a month.

Sitting in the rightmost corner from the bed is a circular oaken dinner table with three chairs pushed in underneath it. A white tablecloth protects the tabletop. Placed neatly atop a silver tray at the table's centre is a porcelain teapot with swirled blue patterning, and three matching cups with saucers.

You're led into the room's middle and made to wait on a slightly grubby animal fur rug. "Now hold still, dear," Camilla instructs as she loosens the ropes around your wrists. "And I take it you're comfortable, Charlotte?" she inquires with a chuckle.

The blonde quickly hops up from her spot, her cheeks a touch pink. "Sure was. Sorry, milady. Your bed's really nice is all."

"Think nothing of it, dear. Please, sit. Rest a while longer." Wrists unbound, Camilla shoves you gently toward Charlotte. "And do make space for Keiji, too."

"With pleasure." Charlotte shuffles over on request. She spares you a cruel smirk as you sit. "How are you feeling?" she asks snidely.

Being this close to her floods your nose with her lavender perfume.

Braced against the powerful aroma, you meet her question with a frown. "Dreadful, thank you."

The lady fighter grins at your news. "Glad to hear it. Now we're even for the rib you cracked."

"Now, you two, I'll have no bickering in here," Camilla admonishes with a displeased tut. Then she sits down at the dinner table.

This whole situation is so surreal you're dazed. Where you expected to be bound and beaten, you're being treated well enough. It's a trap. It has to be!

"Fine, fine," Charlotte grumbles, frowning. "But what's your plans for him?" You're pointed at rudely after she asks. "He going in the cells?"

You're noticing something the more you're in Charlotte's company. Her mannerisms shift quite often. When the occasion calls for it, she's a prim-and-proper lady with a heightened inflection. Others she's a brute with a fiery temper who swears a lot. And honestly, you've more respect for the latter.

"Not right now, no," Camilla informs the blonde. "He's staying with me."

"Damn shame," Charlotte mumbles disappointedly, a touch irked by the judgement. "And here I'd hoped to smack him around a little more."

You stare down the brutish lass. Pledges and consequences aside, you're boiling with pent up anger.

"You'll not be so fortunate the next time," you promise with a snarl.

"Huh. There's a laugh for you," Charlotte scoffs. Then she prods your bicep. "Still think you can take me with those wounds of yours?"

"I'll damn well try, you harlot."

"We'll see about that..." the lady fighter growls, pushing into your personal space and raising a clenched fist. A challenge.

One you'll not back down from. "Indeed we shall."

"Goodness me," Camilla speaks up, humming with a hint of allure. "There is certainly tension between the two of you, isn't there?"

Disgusted by the implication, you shuffle a good foot across the bed and fold your arms defensively. "I'd rather die."

"...You couldn't handle me anyway," Charlotte mutters. Her cheeks reddening, she gets up and thunder's over to the tent's opening.

"Hold on a moment, Charlotte," Camilla speaks up, her hand raised.

Her shoulders stiff, the lady fighter spins back. Her face is positively red-hot and rageful. "Whaddya need, milady?"

Camilla picks up a piece of white parchment paper from the table beside the teapot; It's folded neatly into a tube and held closed by a red wax seal. "Take this letter to the Hoshidans. Their army is heading right this way, so you should request parlay." She extends her arm and offers the note.

"Gotcha," Charlotte nods understandingly, taking the paper. "And who should I give it to?"

"Corrin," the royal tells her. "And you are not to leave until it is delivered directly it into her hands. Understood?"

"Perfectly." Charlotte puts the paper her fur coat's pocket and bows.

"Good girl. See this task completed, and from this day onward you will be considered my personal enforcer."

Charlotte gaps, her eyes glinting pridefully at Camilla's declaration. "...You mean I'll be back in the royal guard?"

Camilla waves off her assumption with a smile. "Nothing so trite, dear. You will be second only to Selena... and afforded the perks of such a post, naturally."

"Y-You mean-" Eyes trembling and both hands clutched to her busom, Charlotte eyes well with joyous tears. "A room of my own in the castle?"

"But of course, dear. And a wage matching Selena's, also," Camilla adds, winking. "That will ensure your parents are cared for, I assume?"

"You're damn right it will!" The blonde chokes out a sob, grinning ear-to-ear.

Camilla smiles with care and immense compassion. "Wonderful. Now, dry your eyes and get on your way once you're good and ready."

Wiping her tears on her coat's sleeve, Charlotte collects herself with a deep breath. "I won't forget this, milady. You're a saint."

"It is the least I can do for you after all you have done for me."

Charlotte bows thankfully once more. Then she turns and steps out of the tent.

Astounded by what you just witnessed, your jaw hangs low. The murderous monster of a princess spoken of by so many Hoshidans is absent.

"Keiji...?" Camilla speaks up, her voice tinged with surprising concern. "Is everything alright?"

You clamp your mouth shut, and nod. "Hmm."

This all has to be some sort of trick. If it isn't then- Well, you won't know what to believe.

"Might I interest you in some tea, and a vulnerary for those injuries?" Camilla inquires, tippy-tapping her fingers against the teapot.

This is too good to be true, all of it.

You stare the royal down with intensity, eyes narrowed. "...Tell me, is all of this some sort of dreadful ruse?"

"No, darling," the royal replies adamantly. "I assure you I'm being quite genuine."

"Spare me," you retort with scorn. "You're Garron's daughter; a Nohrian... and my sworn enemy."

And for your scathing words Camilla sports a look of hurt. She sighs gently, and then graces you with something of a pained smile. "I'd much prefer you don't compare me with my father, thank you." She stands from the table. "Now, allow me to fetch a maid so we might have some tea."

Tea prepared and delivered at Camilla's request, the two of you sit at the table. You've also been given a vulnerary, which has taken the edge off.

"If what Flora told me is correct then you have been a soldier for many years, haven't you?" the princess asks, rising her cup and sipping.

"Correct," you answer shortly and sharply. "Since Seventeen, yes. Though I trained as an apprentice since twelve. And what of it?" you add with a raised brow.

Camilla sets down her cup. "I'm merely curious, Keiji."

"Curious, right..." you counter mockingly.

"And why shouldn't I be? Corrin has seen fit to make you her retainer after all."

You remain quiet and drink some tea. It's very sweet and milky; a real treat compared the herbal blends in Hoshido.

"Do you have any brothers and sisters in Hoshido?" Camilla keeps on. "Are you one of many children from a large family?"

A dull ache rising in your chest at the mention of family, you shake your head. "For what little it matters to you, I'm an only child."

Camilla exhales solemnly. Her eyes radiate immense pity, and it irks you to no end. "How upsetting," she says glumly, "to know not the joy of having siblings."

You've every intention of ending this conversation before it goes further.

"It is what it is," you say abruptly. "No brothers or sisters; aunts or uncles... or even a father. Tis just my mother and me, and I'll say no more."

A lonesome tear rolls down Camilla's cheek at your admission. "How sad... Then you've almost no one."

You're left shocked by her sincerity. Deathly bewildered, even.

Then you remember your anger; the seething flame in your heart directed to all things Nohrian.

Does Camilla honestly think you'll be lulled into a false sense of security with wyvern tears and a trickle of kindness? Not a chance. Not a hope.

"Spare me theatre routine," you snap, your tone razor sharp. "I can only imagine your plans for Flora and I."

"Oh? And what do you think I would do?" Camilla asks, bringing out a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbing the water from her eye. "Defile you? Kill you, maybe? No, nothing so cruel. I want nothing more than to see my wayward sister returned to my side." The princess reaches across the table and brushes fingertips against your cheek. You shiver with fury amidst her touch. "And having you and Flora in my custody will help to no end."

And so the truth is revealed. "You intend to use us as bait then?"

"Call it whatever you wish. When all is said and done, all I want is to see my darling Corrin again."

There's longing and pain to Camilla's admission. At least in this much, she's being genuine.

"You deeply miss her, don't you?"

"I do, more than you dare imagine," the royal confesses in a small, saddened voice. "And I'm certain Ryoma has poisoned the poor girl with lies since she fled to Hoshido. I imagine she thinks her homeland is a cruel and wicked place; a sadistic land full of naught but murderers now."

One thing you won't abide is a Nohrian speaking ill of Lord Ryoma.

Resentment fuelling you, you roll your eyes. "I've little reason to believe otherwise."

Camilla looks at you with anger for an instant. Then her gaze softens somewhat. "And why do you believe all Nohrians are cruel, Keiji?"

The fires and flames of Okashi surge through your thoughts for an instant. You blink away the innocent screams and exhale. "I've reasons enough to keep my distance from your ilk," you reply, frowning. You pick up your teacup and take a hearty gulp, quietly satisfied by the sweet drink.

"I imagine you have, but few of us enjoy seeing this war rage without end. Myself especially," Camilla adds with a gentle sigh.

"I find it hard to believe someone like you cares for the little people in all of this," you surmise dismissively, setting down your teacup.

"And that, my dear, is where you are wrong." Camilla pours herself another cup of tea. "Unlike my father, I want nothing more than to see my beautiful; rugged Nohr at peace once more. In an ideal world I would also like Hoshido and Nohr united in friendship."

Camilla's actions thus far do little to fill you with confidence.

"I'm not so certain I believe that. You speak of peace... and yet you raided the Astral Plane."

"Sometimes sacrifices cannot be avoided. Not all conflicts end without bloodshed."

A truth you understand all too clearly, as painful as it is. "We see eye to eye on something, at least."

"Indeed, for you are a soldier. And one with many painful scars, I believe," Camilla asserts, putting down her teacup and clasping her hands together.

A hefty pause on your part, and a sigh. "Something else Flora told you, I assume?"

"Not at all," the royal replies earnestly, shaking her head. "An observation. From the hatred in your stare, and your ferocity in our last battle." Her eyes of purple darken into two inescapable voids, and she grins with ice-cold lethality. "Such traits are quite unbecoming of a Hoshidan, wouldn't you say?"

You glare in response to the remark, one of your hands scrunching into a trembling fist.

Camilla's grin widening, she reaches across the table and rests her hand atop yours. "I've struck quite the nerve, haven't I?"

You snatch your hand away. You've heard enough prattle for today. "Cease this foolishness. Just tell me what you intend, Camilla."

"I have indeed plucked a raw nerve," the princess confirms. "Very well, Keiji, as you wish." Camilla leans back into her chair and folds one leg over the other. "Flora and yourself will be ransomed back to Hoshido in exchange for my sister. You will cooperate with me," she adds somewhat forcefully. "And if you do not, I will order the heart plucked from Flora's chest and have it delivered to you on a silver platter while it still beats."

Madness overtaking her, the royal rests her elbows upon the table and leans closer.

A lump forms in your throat, your rage warping into horror in a single frozen heartbeat.

"For you see, Keiji," Camilla continues. "I am a fair woman; an affectionate woman, as well. Provided you do not interfere with my plans, I will treat you with the utmost kindness while you remain in my care. But should you disobey me too harshly, you will be punished. Or to be precise, Flora will be."

Camilla's animosity ties your stomach into knots. You feel the color washing from your face.

You nod slowly and sternly. "...I understand. Just leave Flora unharmed, please."

The warmth returns to Camilla's expression as quickly as it had faded. "You have my word, dear." Smiling again, the princess offers a hand to you. "Your lips," she instructs. "So that we may seal our agreement in good faith."

You take Camilla's hand into your own. "As you wish." You then press your lips to her smooth skin. "I'll behave."

"Good boy; and I do so pledge to care for you in return." Promise made, Camilla leans across the table and presses her lips to your cheek. "A custom between nobility in Nohr," she explains as she inches away afterward. "Though I imagine you would've preferred Charlotte kiss you in my place."

Your heart skips a rebellious beat at the suggestion.

"Hardly," you retort in defiance of your rogue feelings.

"A shame, truly," Camilla laments with a smirk. "Because you shall sleep in her quarters until dawn."

Your heart skips another beat. "Excuse me...?"

"It's exactly as I said, Keiji. You will share Charlotte's quarters for the time being."

You shoot up from your chair and bang your palms against the table, panicked. "But that brute of a woman wants nothing more than to beat me...!"

Camilla unfolds her legs and leans again into the back of her chair. "She is certainly fixated upon you, yes," the princess agrees with a subtle look of torturous glee about her. She rises from her chair and walks around the table. Beside you now, she snatches your hand and joins your fingers once more. "Though she should not cause you any great discomfort... provided you're bold enough to handle her. Which I believe you are."

You cleanse your anger in a low snarl. "This is all some twisted game to you, isn't it?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Camilla confesses with a guilty smirk. "Though not in the way you imagine with your prejudiced Hoshidan mind." Squeezing your digits, the royal inches nearer and touches her fingers to your cheek. You shudder amidst her delicate contact. "I would have you get to know Charlotte and some of the other soldiers while you're here. Who knows, after a tankard of wine and a fist fight you may well see beyond your hateful notions."

"I doubt it," you counter spitefully. "But I'll cooperate, for Flora."

"I'm glad to hear it." Camilla pecks her lips to your cheek before breaking away. Your heart kicks in your chest in the aftermath. "A skilled warrior like yourself needs not be twisted by such immense hatred. Servant to my sister or no, you deserve far better."

A warm glow fills your chest loathe it as you might. A part of you has wanted to let go of your hatred for a long time.

"...Tis nice of you to say as much, Camilla. I appreciate it, enemy or no."

"Think nothing of it, dear," the royal replies, almost motherly in her compassion. "It's as I said, I'm far less my father's daughter than you think I am."

You can only hope as much. For yours and Flora's sakes.

Having returned from delivering Camilla's letter to your allies, Charlotte bows on hand and knee before her mistress. Likewise having just been told of her duty to keep you as her guest until morning, the blonde has something of a fiery heat to her deep blue eyes.

"You want me to guard him?" Charlotte asks with a disdainful undertone, rising to her feet.

"Correct." Camilla clarifies, nodding. "You are to keep our guest here in your company for the evening - to ensure that he does not escape before the Hoshidans respond to our ransom demands. Furthermore, I would ask that he sleep in your quarters. So that he may be watched at all times."

Charlotte smirks cruelly, her cheeks flushing at Camilla's set of instructions. "Fine. I can do that." Turning to you, the lady fighter narrows her eyes into a warning stare. "But I've only a small bed, so you'd better keep your damn hands to yourself, got it?"

"You've no worries in that regard, I assure you." You scoff at the very suggestion of laying a hand on this ill-mannered wench.

"Good," Charlotte scoffs, cupping her bosoms and leering violently. "Because you so much as touch these without asking, you're dead."

Your eyes dwell perhaps a moment too long on her beyond ample cleavage.

Camilla laughs softly, tearing your all too immense attention from the two impressive lust mounds. "That's quite enough bickering, you two," she decrees with a smirk. "I'd much prefer you try getting along while keeping one another company. Oh, and one more thing, Charlotte," Camilla adds with a snap of her fingers, realization glinting in her deep purple eyes.

"What's up, milady? Something else I can help you with?"

"Yes, there is." Camilla looks to you and then back to her subordinate. "Do take Keiji to our mess hall for some dinner; a tankard of wine, too."

"Gotcha," Charlotte answers with a short bow of the head. "Is that everything?"

"Yes, dear. That will be all."

"Alright then." Looking to you, Charlotte grabs your wrist roughly. "Come on, you. We're going."

"As you wish," you grumble. Wincing under the tightness of your escort's grip, you're lead out into the night.

You've very low expectations of your Nohrian captors, whatever the evening brings.

To be continued...

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