Askr Castle glimmered and shined, its lights flickering and reflecting off of the river below. It was to be a special night, the grand ball that signaled the end of the war between the Niflians and Muspell. She knew all of this, for she had heard the stories before. This was one of the last nights of peace for Askr. The week before Alfonse and his Order will discover the emptied border town in the north. And then, the country would slowly unravel.
Her silver hair seemed motionless. Whatever wind attempted to carry it died, leaving behind whispering remnants of a breeze. She took a deep breath. The air was softer, fresher than home. How curious.
"Come," she whispered to her bodyguard, a hulking man with wild blonde hair, "We're almost there." The man growled, but followed her down the road. Even though the breeze brushed against her face, she felt nothing.
"I understand why this uniform is important, but doesn't it seem a little…" Kiran looked down at his white and golden dress uniform. "It's a little much." He sighed.
Henriette laughed apologetically. "I'm so sorry, my dear, but it is traditional Askran formal wear." Alfonse and Kiran looked at each other and grimaced. The uniforms were stuffy, to say the least. "This is meant to be a momentous occasion!" That much was true. Laegjarn, Fjorm, and Henriette had drafted a peace treaty, and that would be the centerpiece of tonight's affair. Kiran, for his part in the war and for his role as Summoner, would be granted a seat with the royal family. Which served to create another problem…
He sighed. Ishtar had made friends among the heroes; she would certainly be fine for the banquet part of the festivities. And he would get to spend time chatting with Sharena and Alfonse, which was never a bad time. He just wished this whole affair was a little less… stuffy. He had already met with some of the older Askran nobles earlier in the day, and the idea of spending more time with them was draining, to say the least.
"Kiran, don't worry," Alfonse said reassuringly, "I will handle our guests, you can just focus on your few duties tonight."
Right. The speech. Several of the royal family were supposed to give a speech tonight, and he was to give one as the guest of honor. He had been deliberating over what he would say for days, but he had had little luck. "Perhaps Sharena would prefer to just have a longer speech?" Kiran suggested.
Alfonse frowned. "I know you don't enjoy public speaking, but this is the role we're all expected to play. We'll be here to support you."
"Thanks, Alfonse." Kiran shook his head. He knew he couldn't get out of this, but it would've been nice…
Henriette looked at her son. "Alfonse, are you prepared as well? Your father still has concerns about your involvement with the Order." The summoner looked at the Queen. King Gustav had been mentioned a few times before, but Sharena and Anna had changed the subject every time he came up. A strained relationship, perhaps?
Alfonse smiled. "I shall speak the truth; that's all I can do." He replied. Henriette gave him a motherly smile.
"Just what I thought you would say," she stated, "Now, both of you should hurry along, I have to get myself ready as well." Henriette left the room without another word, leaving the two friends alone with a few royal seamstresses.
"So."
"So?" Alfonse answered, "What ails you, friend?"
"Are you dancing with Lady Fjorm first?" Kiran looked at the prince mischievously. Alfonse grumbled and muttered. "Good, just be aware that there will be talking."
"Wasted words for a bookworm like me, I assure you," the prince whipped his cape behind him, "Besides, father and mother were only a few years my senior when they were wed."
Kiran tapped his chin. "Indeed, and you and Fjorm do get along rather well."
"O-of course we do!" Alfonse stammered, "She and I share quite a few interests, I'll have you know!"
"Right, right," the summoner chuckled, "I'm just giving you a hard time, friend." The two laughed a little before the room fell under a pall of awkward silence again. "This is beyond my wheelhouse." Kiran admitted.
"What is?"
They began to walk, from the parlor to the main hall where the festivities would take place. "All of this, Alfonse," he gestured to his uniform and to the lavishly decorated hall, "I never expected to be at the same level as royalty. It's all a bit overwhelming, to say the least." He paused, looking upon the large table that served as the end piece of the whole event. Where the Muspell sisters, Nifl siblings, Askran royal family, and Kiran would sit. "Do I really have the stuff to sit alongside all of you?"
"No, what is a 'wheelhouse'?" Alfonse asked. Kiran paused.
"What?"
"I have never heard that terminology."
The summoner pondered it for a minute or so. "It's a bit difficult to explain, but consider it like a comfort zone."
"Ah," Alfonse replied, "Well, in any case, you have shown more than enough … stuff to sit alongside us." He smiled as he continued on. "There is no one I would rather stand next to as we usher in a new era of peace."
A new voice trickled in. "And we owe you a considerable debt as well, so don't worry." Laegjarn and Laevatain stood nearby, as the younger sister nodded silently. They had both already changed into elegant red and orange gowns, with Laegjarn sporting a large cape that seemed to flicker and ember as she moved.
Kiran frowned. "How much did you hear?"
"Just the last bit," Laegjarn replied, "But without you, I would likely be…" she trailed off as Laevatain grabbed her arm. "You helped me avoid a severe mistake, and soon enough we can head back and fix what my father had broken."
"Together." the younger sister muttered.
"Yes. Together." Laegjarn gave Alfonse a wry smile. "I expect that our friend Princess Fjorm will likely stay awhile longer?" Alfonse didn't reply, earning a chuckle from the Muspellan Princess. "Ah, I mean no offense." She looked around, uncomfortably looking for a way to change the subject.
Blaring horns served as an appropriate distraction, as Laegjarn visibly exhaled in relief. Alfonse looked towards the sound's origin in confusion. "Who could that possibly be? Father isn't to be here until tomorrow…"
"Well, it wouldn't do to have the Prince not greet our mysterious guest!" Laegjarn said loudly.
"Right!" Alfonse lightly jogged towards the castle entrance, while the other 3 slowly followed behind. Kiran smirked.
"You shouldn't feel so rattled," he said, "Alfonse doesn't take offense easily."
"I'm just trying to avoid sparking an incident," came the swift reply, "Laevatain and I do lack a certain… diplomatic way of speech compared to other leaders."
"We never needed it," Laevatain muttered, "A sword was enough."
"Was," her sister stated, "It would do us both well to make some friends, don't you think?" Laevatain didn't answer, as they had turned the corner and faced the open castle entrance.
A green clad woman with silver hair and a dark countenance was speaking to Veronica, Alfonse, and Henriette. Veronica seemed to be attached to her at the hip, looking… happy?
"Ah, Lady Letizia; this is Kiran and the Princesses Laegjarn and Laevatain of Muspell," Alfonse said, extending his hand out to the trio, "This is Lady Letizia, of Embla."
Letizia gave them a calm and even smile. "It's my pleasure."
"As I was saying, your retinue are welcome to stay the night and enjoy the festivities, if you wish."
"Ah, your invitation is very kind, but I'm afraid we must decline." Came the measured answer. Kiran felt his skin crawl a little. Every time she looked his way, it looked calculating; he had seen Clarisse do the same with many a hero. She was sizing each of them up, one by one. "I know you are aware of the fragile truce Embla and Askr share currently. While I am forever grateful you saved Sissy, for us to stay would invite rumors that may hurt Princess Veronica's standing."
Henriette frowned. "Ah, I understand. We mustn't have that." She looked at Veronica and handed her a bag. "Here are some cookies; have a safe trip, dear."
Veronica nodded her head. "Sissy and I will be safe, thank you." She stuck her nose up at Alfonse.
"Now, now, Veronica," Letizia stated, "That is no way to address a peer. Who knows? Perhaps the two of you will be wed if a full peace is reached."
"Absolutely not." Came the curt reply from Veronica, "Do not tease me like that, Sissy." Letizia chuckled.
"Quite, then let's be off." She gave one more look at Kiran and Laegjarn before walking off with Veronica. They were silent until they were sure they were gone, before anyone breathed out.
"How terrifying." Laevatain muttered.
Kiran looked at Alfonse. "Are we sure Princess Veronica's safe?"
Alfonse shook his head. "I see no reason to believe any different. As strange as Lady Letizia was, Veronica is rather popular in Embla."
Henriette closed her eyes. "Lady Letizia is likely a member of the Curse Directive, the political and policing arm of Embla's military. The way she observed each of us was not unlike a spy of sorts…" she looked at the others, who had quizzical expressions on their faces. "Ha! That is just an observation! Princess Laevatain, would you like to bake some pre-festival treats?" The flame princess nodded her head vigorously as she followed the Askrian Queen to the kitchens. Laegjarn turned to Alfonse.
"Perhaps we should all keep a closer eye on the Queen as well."
"Wow, Ms. Ishtar! You look really really great!"
Ishtar chuckled; Nino may have been loud at times, but she certainly knew the right things to say. She twirled around in her purple and black dress. She did look really, really great.
"Nino, stand still, please," Oboro said in a scolding voice, "It's already hard enough to get this ready…" Nino stiffened up. Oboro was wearing an elaborate… Ishtar recalled the word was 'yukata'? Cherche was working on Marisa's dress, and the mercenary looked more than a little uncomfortable.
"Marisa, does it feel uncomfortable?" The Wyvern rider asked. "I have the correct measurements, but dresses definitely can restrict movement."
Marisa muttered while moving around. She stretched, to Ishtar's perspective, quite an impressive amount. "It's a little stiff," She said bluntly, "but better than I expected." Cherche clapped her hands eagerly.
"Good, good! Glad to hear it! Let's get Tana in here, hmm?"
"W-why?" Marisa stuttered. Ishtar and Oboro both raised eyebrows; amongst all of the members of the weaving and clothing club, Cherche was already infamous for her romantic meddling. She had a sort of sense about her for matchmaking, and she had a voice when she started getting… invested.
"Perhaps it would be a nice surprise for the ball itself, Cherche!" Oboro offered, "we still have a few others to fit, after all!"
Cherche clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Of course, you have a point." Oboro sighed in relief. The Wyvern Rider looked at her list. "Ah, send Rinkah in, if you please." She turned to Ishtar. "Lady Ishtar, if you and Nino are done…"
Ishtar jumped a little. "Of course!" She exclaimed, "Come along, Nino!" Nino seemed to bounce up and down, bobbing alongside the Friegian noble.
The questions came quickly. Ishtar answered what she could as Nino babbled on, before they reached their destination.
"Where are you gonna sit tonight? I hope they have some good sweets." Nino waved to Fir, who was flanked by a couple of familiar faces.
Ike cleaned up extremely nicely, as did Robin.
"I assumed you two would be with your companions." Ishtar noted. "Lady Cordelia in particular would find you quite fetching, Sir Robin."
"Likewise on both accounts, I would have expected the summoner around you right now," Robin replied with a smile. Ishtar raised an eyebrow. "Cordelia is helping with some of the introductory statements. She was always better with the written word." He explained.
"And you, Sir Ike?" Ike coughed.
"Soren is running through security procedures with the Askrian Guard and our resident security team," he rubbed the back of his head, "It's his way of dealing with anxiety, I guess."
Fir frowned. "That seems backwards, but I guess everyone can't just train that stuff away."
Ike chuckled, "Unfortunately, I think you and I are the strange ones here." He straightened his jacket. "It's a little restrictive, but if Chrom is covering both sleeves, I probably should too."
Ishtar frowned. "Common sense would dictate that, yes."
"And I should probably get the Mercenaries together," Ike continued, "Apparently we're supposed to go in in groups or something."
Ishtar frowned. The only people she really could be grouped with were either all the mages, who were likely to be in their own separate groups, or…
Robin gasping broke her concentration. "I don't think Chrom knows he can remove his sleeves! Oh no, Cherche is going to kill him!" He broke off into a jog, apologizing to the group behind him. Ike said his goodbyes and moved on as well. Ishtar looked at Fir and Nino.
"What do you two plan to do?"
Fir smiled. "Ha! Nino and I in Lord Hector's Retinue."
Ishtar squinted. She didn't want to doubt two of the first friends she made here, but… "I didn't realize you knew Lord Hector."
"I… uh… don't! But I know his daughter Lilina! And Nino knows them both well!" Nino nodded her head intensely. "How about you, Ishtar?"
"Well… I'm not quite sure, I suppose I should see what they have planned for me."
"The seating arrangements are in the music room," Fir offered, "Maybe that will give you a clue?"
"Perhaps. I will see both of you later." Ishtar walked off, towards the music room where her worst fears might potentially be realized.
It took her a few seconds to find her table. She sighed in relief. There were a few familiar faces. She would be seated with Reinhardt to her left, followed by an empty seat, then three names that seemed familiar, followed by Lysithea. It was the two names to her right that gave her pause.
Julia.
Arvis.
Ishtar let out a soft curse. She didn't hate either of her technical in-laws. In fact, Lord Arvis always treated her with kindness and respect. She only remembered Julia before… well, Julia was always reserved and quiet, anyways.
No, it was less that they were bad people and more that Ishtar had been avoiding them since her summoning. Avoiding that moment that she had feared since her talk with Kagero. The moment that would force her to make a choice. She sighed; she felt so confident just a few hours ago too, why was this bothering her so much?
"Well well, looks like we're table buddies." A voice called out from her right. A boy with wavy brown hair, gold and ivory adorned outfit, and a very charismatic grin stood next to her. "I'm sure Lysithea will be happy to have a mage of such repute at her table."
"Ah!" Ishtar had heard this voice before, though how he remembered her was a mystery, "I recognize you. Claude, correct? You and some others got Prince Alfonse mixed up with a common bandit!"
Claude closed his eyes, "Yep, I really need to work on those first impressions…" He bowed. "Anyways, take good care of us, you know how us crazy kids get."
"I… honestly do not," she replied, "I'm surprised you remember me."
Claude grinned. "I make it my business to remember faces and names; much like you, I'd imagine." Ishtar grimaced. He hit the nail on the head with that. "And it's rather hard to not recognize you when Lysithea gushes over every mage in the castle."
Ishtar blinked. She was unaware that she was this popular. "I am sure our conversations will be… intriguing at the very least."
"Oh you bet. I love these things," Claude's expression shifted a little. Ishtar barely noticed at first, but there was something calculating in his eyes. "You really get to peoplewatch, you know? It's the perfect chance to learn about the people we call our friends and foes."
"Foes? That seems…" she paused. While Askr was safer than the average kingdom, he wasn't wrong. In Friege, she relished the dances, not so much for the activity, but to study others. "You tend to do this quite a bit, do you not?"
He chuckled. "Guilty as charged," Claude smiled, "I always love cooking up a scheme or two."
She crossed her arms. "Well, as long as you leave the summoner out of it, I won't interfere…" Ishtar winced. That was entirely volunteered information, and she knew someone like this Claude was already trying to figure out a way to utilize it.
He didn't say anything, and just bowed. "See you soon, Lady Ishtar." He said in a not so well-disguised mocking tone. She huffed in response. No manners.
"Sev, you look fine."
"Just fine? I always look just fine. Do I look stunning?"
Hilda, Morgan, Noire, and Marianne were all attempting to soothe and encourage Severa, but-
"Sis, you look super stunning!"
"Gawds, what if I overshadow Lucy? I should wear something else."
It wasn't going great. Severa was filled with anxiety, and her nervous energy was causing her to second guess every little decision she was making.
"Oh gawds, what if she wears nail polish? Or worse, wears a different nail polish. What'll I do then?"
Hilda sighed. "Look, Sev. You are stunning, beautiful, all those things. We are not going to re-accessorize your whole outfit for a hypothetical." Everyone paused. "What? I actually do pay attention in school sometimes!"
There was a knock at the door, and two voices could be heard. Severa cowered. It was mother.
"We're all done here, mother!" Morgan called out before Severa could respond on her own. Cordelia and Tharja slowly entered.
"Alright, all of you out." Tharja clapped her hands impatiently. Before anyone could protest, she gave them all a good glare. "Noire, your father and I have a gift for you." She pulled out a long thin box, which held a greenish feather. "A feather with a hex of good fortune, if you would like."
Noire held the box in her hands. "Can you help me put it on?" She asked quietly. Tharja frowned.
"What mother would I be if I didn't help? And you two." She pointed to Morgan and Marianne. "Let's do something to straighten out your hair. And you," she pointed to Hilda, "Just… come with me." As they began to shuffle out, Cordelia stopped Severa. The door closed behind them, and Cordelia sat down, facing the mirror.
"Could you possibly do that braid you used to? Your father always loves that style." Severa nodded blankly, taking her mother's silky hair into her hands. "You look beautiful, you know."
"You're just obligated to say that." Severa muttered.
Cordelia giggled. "Really. You and your father both say that."
"Well, it's true."
"Then why are you smiling so much?" Severa looked in the mirror. She was doing an immensely poor job of hiding how excited she was. Even through her bucket of nerves she still had a smile on her face. Cordelia grinned. "Even if you already hadn't stolen Lucina's heart, you would absolutely do it tonight." Severa stammered in response. "You are going to knock her off her feet, trust in your friends."
"Agh, now I have to restart your braid," Severa growled, "Honestly, mother; why choose now to be so direct?"
Cordelia blinked in confusion. "I'm always direct, aren't I?" Severa didn't answer for a time, continuing to work with her mother's messy hair. How she ended up with the only manageable hair in the family, Severa would never know, but she was grateful all the same.
"Thanks, mom." She finally stated. Cordelia blushed a little.
"Look at you, so grown up!"
"Mother…"
A sharp knock on the door interrupted their moment, and Sumia scooted in, looking a little worse for wear. "Cordy, it's a nightmare."
Severa helped the Queen up, as Cordelia sighed. "What's happening out there?"
Sumia started counting on her fingers. "Robin barely stopped Chrom from ripping off his sleeve, again. Lucina is a giant bucket of nerves, and we can't find Cynthia anywhere after she put her dress on!"
Cordelia stood up and gave her old friend a steadying hug. "Easy, Su," she said, "If Robin is taking care of Chrom, then we just need to find Cynthia!" She turned to Severa. "I know you wanted to be surprised, but, could you…?"
Severa was already halfway out of the room by then. Lucina's dressing room would be… just down the hall to the left. Nah, Mia, Annette, and Princess Elise were huddled around the door, worriedly. Severa grunted. "Nah, can I have some time with Lucy?"
Nah nodded and began to usher the others away. Severa knocked on the door softly. She heard some sniffling and a weak "come in."
Lucina was sitting in front of the mirror, her dress hung on the back wall. Severa noted how good it looked before she turned back to the Princess. Lucina was crying, and the bucket next to her did not bode well…
"Sev!" She shrieked, trying to hide the bucket, "Why are you here?"
Severa raised an eyebrow. "To check on my girlfriend; why else would I be here?"
Lucina sighed and flopped in her seat. "Right," She groaned, "Of course."
"Lucy, are you sick?" She saw Lucina close her eyes in frustration. "Should we fetch a healer?"
"No." Lucina stated firmly, "No, it's not an illness or anything serious, Sev."
"Then what?"
"I'm just…" she hesitated, "I'm nervous."
Severa used every ounce of willpower to maintain a straight face. "Lucy, you have faced off against foes across time and space! What's one little dinner have that they don't?" She handed her some water. "Drink slowly, let's avoid throwing up again." Lucina obliged, taking a sip.
After a minute of silence, Lucina finally whispered something. "It's you." Severa's heart sank. Was there something wrong with her? I mean, there was plenty, but something relationship destroying? "Sev, I looked at my dress today, and I realized that…. I'm never going to be the perfect woman for you."
Severa frowned. "What?" She asked flatly.
"I mean, look at you!" Lucina continued, "You're like… so beautiful and untouchable in ways I never could understand! You're smart, clever, funny, and…" she paused again, "I'm just a girl who only learned how to swing a big sword around." Lucina looked at her feet. "The thought of being with you, officially, in front of every person we know… I'm nervous."
"Hold that thought." Severa grabbed Lucina's chin and kissed her deeply. Lucina returned the kiss before pulling away, crying. "I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't want to be," she stated. Severa tried to avoid eye contact; looking at those sapphires would probably derail her whole line of thought. She failed, and tried to piece together a coherent finish to her thoughts. "Look, you're p-pretty, and you've always made me happy. You exude so much confidence and beauty, so don't beat yourself up about this!"
Lucina sniffed. "Really?"
"Really." She turned to the dress. "Now let's get you into your dress."
"Perhaps something to soothe the princess's stomach first," Tharja had opened the door unceremoniously, Noire shuffling behind her.
"Auntie Tharja, how long have you been standing there?" Severa had a feeling that Noire's immense blushing might give her a hint, unfortunately.
Tharja waved her off. "Never mind that, Noire has something to give to Lucina." She opened the way for her daughter, who handed her a little bag.
"U-uh-um… Lucy…" she stammered, "These are herbs I use when my stomach feels queasy… Can I still call you 'Lucy'?"
Severa rolled her eyes. "Noire…"
"Noire, you're still one of my best friends," Lucina replied, "Just because Sev and I are… dating, doesn't mean the three of us aren't still going to be together."
Noire smiled, and gave both of them a big hug. "I know, I just get… you know." The three all embraced.
"Adorable." Tharja noted, "Now, take your medicine before your mother literally trips over herself, if you please."
"Mother…" Severa blinked in surprise. Noire was… scolding her mom?
"I know, I know; humor in poor taste." Tharja peered at herself in the mirror. "Hmmm, my eyeshadow is lacking. Noire, let's get that outfit of yours settled as well."
"Ah, okay!" Noire looked at her two friends. "Um… see you at the party…. Have fun?" She blushed as she stumbled out. Lucina and Severa looked at each other.
"You don't think… she's jealous, do you?" Severa asked. Lucina shrugged.
"I thought she always had a soft spot for Brady."
"Right… but…". Lucina kissed Severa again.
"Well, if we feel like it's a problem in the future, we can talk about it with her." She said calmly, "But right now, I'm focused on you."
Severa turned away and sighed. "Gawds, you are so-". Lucina pulled Severa in, and the redhead stared into her girlfriend's eyes. Her brand always seemed like it would interfere with sight, but Severa never wanted to bring that up, 'especially in a very romantic moment like this, Severa what is your issue?!' She berated herself while also getting lost in that royal blue.
"Lucina! Are you feeling better?!" Queen Sumia's voice brought both of them back to earth. Quite literally, as Severa dropped her full weight onto Lucina, and crashed onto the floor below. Loud cursing, apologizing, and Sumia and Cordelia storming into the room didn't really take away from the moment seconds before, but Severa was definitely going to receive some grief for it later.
"There you are!"
"Mhm."
"Seteth has been looking for you for hours! But… you're already dressed and everything."
"Yeah," Shamir had snuck into the ballroom, and was currently leaning on a balcony railing, taking in the summer air. Soon enough, the room would be filled with conversation, politics, and uninteresting noble prattle, so this was the best opportunity to have some alone time.
"I gotta say," Catherine noted, "That uniform never suited you."
Shamir looked at her white and gold Knights of Seiros uniform. She agreed, white and gold suited others much more. "It is a little bright for my tastes as well. It suits loudmouths like you." She grinned.
Catherine grinned as well. "Never could resist a little dig at the ol' Thunderbrand, huh partner?"
"Never." Shamir acquiesced, "It's too much fun." She fiddled with her hands, something unusual for the sniper. Catherine saw why immediately. The large ring adorning her finger. A ring so sparsely worn, Catherine had nearly forgotten about it.
"… You okay?" Catherine asked, "I know I'm not Byleth but-"
Shamir frowned. "Catherine, you're my partner and, regretfully, my best friend."
"Regretfully?"
Shamir chuckled. "I'll be fine, I'm just… reminiscing." She felt a pat on her back.
"You know Aunt Catherine is here if you need anything, partner." Shamir looked unimpressed.
"Please don't pretend to be domestic, it actually frightens me." She pulled away from the balcony. "Let's go talk to Seteth, I guess." Catherine let Shamir go a few steps ahead, and stared outside for a moment.
"Never could resist a dig at ol' Thunderbrand, huh."
A Royal Page's life is never an easy one. Announcing every single noble family, piece of royalty, and now the litany of heroes was certainly going to take a toll on his voice. He sipped his tea with uncertainty. He had taken meticulous notes, memorized pronunciations, but had he prepared enough?
"Doing the announcements tonight?" He looked up. The Royal summoner was peering at his notes. The Page nodded. "Right, saving your voice, my bad. Can I sit with you for a sec?" The Page nodded. He didn't have a right to refuse someone under the royal family.
Kiran sighed. "This is something else. Back home things weren't half as fancy. And I didn't have to make super long speeches." He paused for a moment. "Have you ever felt over your head about doing your job?" The Page nodded, what a coincidence! "Right? It's like 'Hey, I know I'm good at this, but what if I'm just okay?' And now I'm doing stuff I was never expecting to do… it's overwhelming."
The Page nodded. Though he didn't do anything beyond his normal station, he certainly understood the anxiety involved in doing a job well.
"Yeah… just gotta do what I can." Kiran acknowledged, "Thanks for listening, buddy. And, uh, you're gonna do great." The summoner wandered off, mumbling his speech to himself. The Page took a deep breath. For what it was worth, he certainly felt a little refreshed!
It was almost time.
Ishtar had seen several noble families already be announced and enter the hall, along with some of the groups of heroes of lesser nobility. The Greil Mercenaries in particular were rather stunning. She had been searching for Lord Arvis and Julia, but to no avail. Perhaps Julia was sick again? It was an excuse she had heard throughout her childhood, but perhaps it was based in reality…
"The noble house of Hoshido and their retainers!"
Ishtar watched as Takumi kicked at Leo and stuck his tongue out as his elder sister sighed and covered her face. Setsuna helped pull her liege back into line before he created a scene. Ishtar was still impressed by how professional the girl was, despite her incomprehensible luck.
"The Students of Garreg Mach Monestary, accompanied by the Knights of Seiros!"
"Well, that's our cue, Princess!" She heard Claude say a little too loudly. "Ow! Lysithea! You don't have to kick me! Ow!" Ishtar giggled a little. If anything, the banquet would not be boring.
"They are entertaining." A soft voice murmured from behind. The mage turned around. Lavender hair, a strange blue dress she had never seen, and a familiar sleepy countenance. "Hello, sister!"
"Lady Julia!" Ishtar curtseyed, "I am glad we have found each other, and not a moment too soon!"
"Yes." A sharper voice stated in agreement, "An apt statement, Lady Ishtar." There he was. His flaming red hair and regalia made him look like flame brought to life. "I must say, it is wonderful to see you again."
"L-likewise, Lord Arvis." She cursed herself for stuttering. "I look forward to the banquet."
"Hmmm." Arvis replied non-committedly, "And where is Sir Reinhardt? I would have assumed he would be with you?"
"I…" Ishtar just realized she hadn't seen Reinhardt all day, "I am rather unsure."
"Perhaps he will show up soon?" Julia suggested, "You always have said such good things about him."
"Yes, but he has been distracted lately." Ishtar noted.
Arvis crossed his arms. "All the more convenient for you, I imagine." Ishtar blinked in a moment of terror. He knew. "After all, young ladies such as yourself and Julia don't need a stifling presence over their shoulders."
"Ah- yes! Very true, Lord Arvis!" She squeaked out, "I have always admired how much freedom you gave us in our youths!" Internally, she was panicking, but Ishtar figured she had done well enough.
"Yes, though some mistakes were made." He muttered. "Well, here comes your loyal retainer now…"
Reinhardt nearly stumbled over himself, gasping for air. "My apologies for my lateness, Lady Ishtar! We were just preparing for the banquet and lost track of time."
"You lost track of time," the cold voice next to him proclaimed, "I had no interest in it whatsoever." The possessed Robin, wearing a black and gold dress with several eyes on it, looked towards the ballroom with a dark and disinterested gaze.
"Ah, Lady Grima," Ishtar curtseyed again, "What a wonderful surprise!"
"Oh, spare me, worm," Grima snapped, "Even if you are the summoner's lover, you need not make pleasantries to me." Ishtar squeaked again at the blunt statement, and refused to turn and look at Lord Arvis.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Grima." Julia stated, giving a curtsy of her own. Grima squinted.
"Too bright." Was all she said, before turning to Arvis. "I am Grima; you?"
"Arvis." Came the cold reply.
Grima chortled. "Finally, someone gets it."
A call from the Page. "The royal family of Nohr!"
Arvis took a step forward. "I believe we are next, followed by Hector and Lyndis's lot."
Ishtar looked around; compared to the average group, this group of five was incredibly small. It really struck home how alone she had been for so long…
"Emperor Arvis of Grannvale, his daughter Lady Julia, Lady Ishtar of Friege, her retainer Sir Reinhardt, Lady Mareeta of Rivough, and Lady Grima!"
"They could have just said 'The party of Emperor Arvis.'" Noted the annoyed mage.
"Nonsense," Grima replied, "my name is more worthy than yours, you fool."
"Lady Mareeta is here?" Julia asked, looking around.
Ishtar felt a presence behind her back that sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, I'm here." Mareeta stated. She was wearing the green and red of Rivough, yet still carried some of the white and purple of Issach. "Do you have a problem with my presence?"
"Not at all." Ishtar decided not to comment on the discrepancies with Mareeta's formal wear. After all, she was likely very young when Issach nearly destroyed Rivough. "I am just surprised you wanted to even be within a stone's throw of me."
Mareeta snorted. "Don't misunderstand," she said, "I'm merely accompanying you, I plan to sit elsewhere."
"Very well." Ishtar followed Arvis and Grima through the large double doors that opened into the grand hall. The two in front silently jockeyed to be in the front while Julia and Ishtar took a much more leisurely pace.
"This is exciting," Julia whispered, "I have not attended a function with you since we were children!"
Ishtar smiled. "Yes, it was your birthday, was it not?"
"Yes! Julius ate too much candy and nearly got sick!" Julia giggled, but stopped quickly, "Ah, my apologies…"
"He caused you far more suffering than I," Ishtar said bluntly. "I am glad he gave you at least one happy memory." The group sat at their respective tables as the loud and raucous group led by Lord Hector and Lady Lyndis entered the room. A few more Ylissean families and then Ishtar heard the horns.
"The Princesses Ylgr and Fjorm of Nifl, and the Queen of Muspell Laegjarn and her sister Princess Laevatain!"
Arvis raised an eyebrow. "Such an odd order." He noted.
"Likely on Laegjarn's request," Ishtar observed, "Though I was unaware she had been named Queen so quickly."
"Surprising that you were not made aware, considering your position."
Ishtar held her tongue; it wasn't necessarily an insult, but it was pointed.
"Yes, considering our place in strategic command, I would have assumed we would have knowledge of this." Reinhardt commented, "She certainly has consolidated power very quickly."
"R-right."
"The Royal Summoner of Askr, Kiran!" Kiran strode forward, and Ishtar couldn't help but smile. He looked good, but he radiated nervousness. As he looked around, Ishtar made an attempt to toss her hair as subtly as she could.
Kiran caught the gesture, and Ishtar placed her hand on her leg, just out of sight of the average attendee. The summoner had taught her some phrases and iconography from his world, and she was now attempting to remember which one was appropriate for this situation. She flashed the hand sign she thought appropriate, and awaited his reaction.
The summoner blinked and… smiled awkwardly. Ishtar frowned. Maybe the raised middle finger was the right symbol after all. She switched to the thumbs up and he seemed to relax a little. She smiled brightly.
"Are you two playing a game?" Julia whispered. "I knew you knew the summoner but are you friends?"
Ishtar nodded. "Yes, you could say that." She hid herself from Julia, unfortunately showing her blushing face to Reinhardt. Reinhardt said nothing, but Ishtar knew to expect some teasing later.
"Her Royal Highness, Princess Sharena of Askr, accompanied by Commander Anna of the Askrian Army!"
Sharena's gown was dazzling, and she actually looked like someone with some nobility, for a change. Ishtar was actually impressed.
"One would not believe that the same girl who tried to bribe me with chocolate for a magic lesson," Arvis noted with a chuckle, "It was good chocolate." He added, smiling to himself.
"Her Majesty, Queen Henriette of Askr, accompanied by His Royal Highness, Prince Alfonse." The Askr nobility all rose as the duo slowly walked towards the head table. Ishtar heard some of Claude's group behind her scramble up to match the rest of the table.
Queen Henriette was the picture of the kindly queen, a monarch who valued gentle rule over all else. And judging by the faces of the nobility she could see, Ishtar gathered that she was beloved by most, and feared by some. Or perhaps they feared her husband, none of the heroes had met the man yet, but Commander Anna painted a vivid enough picture.
As the final two guests arrived at their seats, everyone seated themselves again. The Queen was the first to speak. She gave a rousing welcoming speech about the importance of coming together as a country and people, as well as welcoming the heroes to their new home. There were murmurs among everyone, and Ishtar understood why. If this arrangement was permanent, it would certainly alter some of the existing power structures in Askr.
There was little time to reflect on that, as Alfonse and Sharena gave their little speeches as well. Sharena's was excessively positive, and she had the nobility in the palm of her hand. In a way, it was rather frightening. Alfonse was more reserved, speaking about the trials experienced by Askr, and the strength needed for the future. Lord Arvis was one of the first to applaud the prince when he was finished; Ishtar had thought it impressive as well, but it had clearly resonated with the Grannvale Emperor.
Now it was Kiran's turn. He cleared his throat and began.
"I… will apologize beforehand if my manner of speaking is a bit common, we summoners don't exactly give rousing speeches all that often. Askr has impressed me in a variety of ways. Everyone is friendly and warm, you endeavor to treat everyone equally, and there's a true sense that everyone actually looks out for one another. If only that were true where I'm from," He got some laughter from the crowd, which seemed to spur the summoner on, "And for awhile, I truly believed that such a community was only possible in Askr, but I have since been proven wrong. This war showed me that in every country in this land, there are people willing to sacrifice themselves for each other; sisters willing to give everything up for sisters, soldiers willing to save people they have never met. And, I have seen these traits in the heroes I have summoned that now stand before you."
He motioned out to the heroes, some of whom cheered loudly. Most, if Ishtar truly had to make an estimate. He cleared his throat and continued.
"I know there is trepidation for the future, but know that there are good people among you, and there are good people wherever you walk. And while Nifl and Muspell need to rebuild, they will count on our aid as much as we may one day need to call on them." Laegjarn and Fjorm nodded, and Anna pulled out a long piece of parchment. "The official treaty to end the Niflian-Muspellan War. With Prince Hrid still overseeing rebuilding efforts, the task to sign this treaty falls on you, Princess Fjorm. Queen Laegjarn. If you both would?"
Laegjarn quickly signed the treaty, handing the quill off to Fjorm, who took a deep breath. It must've been especially hard for her to bring that quill down and sign it. But when she did, the audience erupted in applause. After a few moments, the summoner raised his hands, and moved to finish his speech.
"My friends, my family; the world is full of the sinister and dark. The unknown path ahead may not always be one of ease. But if us three countries stand together, we can always overcome and reach the Dawn together. Now, uh, enjoy your food and drink!"
Carts of food and waiters with drinks seemingly erupted from nowhere, and the banquet had begun.
Edelgard was always used to these functions. As the future Empress of Adrestia, these functions were common and always filled with the same rhetoric.
She hated them.
"Such a waste of time, Hubert."
"Yes, Lady Edelgard."
"And I have never heard the summoner spew such drivel," she ranted, "He has always been direct and simple!"
Hubert sighed. The tirade again, even though Lady Edelgard was herself a fine wordsmith. "It is a facet of him we both appreciate, yes."
"I know why these functions exist, but why are people not swayed by earnest words?"
Petra piped in. "I believe our summoner was doing- being earnest!" Edelgard sighed.
"Yes, he doubtlessly was, I just find these functions exhausting."
Lady Camilla piped up. "Oh, I don't know, I find these things delightful." The Nohrian Princess was wearing a stunning black and gold dress with a purple cape. The Black Eagle house had been seated with the Nohrian Royal Family, which included a couple of their retainers as well. Camilla was immediately the most imposing figure at the table, followed by Hubert and Leo, the latter clearly grumbling about something. "Especially if no one has been killed by the end of them."
Hubert sipped his coffee. "Yes, that is the optimal outcome, if not always possible."
Leo and Edelgard looked at those two with derision and shock. It was one thing to accept misdeeds, and another to be so casual about it.
"W-well, I certainly hope such a thing does not happen here!" She turned to Petra, who was currently engaging in conversation with two of the Nohrian retainers; Edelgard believed their names to be Beruka and Effie? She turned to the opposite side of the table. "Well, I'm very happy to see you out and about, Bernadetta."
"I'm sorry, Lady Edelgard! Did you say something?" Bernadetta was having an animated conversation with the white pigtailed Nina, and to be quite honest, Edelgard was not a hundred percent sure she wanted to be privy to said conversation.
"… Never mind." Hubert and Leo had already started a conversation of their own, leaving Edelgard with-
"Oh, come now, Miss Empress," a soft siren call offered to her left, "I don't bite." Camilla was gazing at Edelgard with a mix of curiosity and enjoyment, which was only a little unnerving. "Say, I noticed you and your pink haired friend were working with Miss Echidna recently. Doing some volunteer work for the townspeople?"
Edelgard cleared her throat. "Yes, it serves two purposes. I want to know more about Askr, and a good ruler should always consider the needs of her people."
Camilla smiled. "How wonderful!" She replied, "All of you from Garreg Mach seem like a sharp bunch."
"Some of us certainly are," Edelgard said, "Though Garreg Mach itself as an institution is…" she stopped herself. Even here, the Archbishop had eyes and ears. Camilla tilted her head.
"Ah, there are things there that you disagree with, hmm? Well, I will admit I was a tough student for my tutors as well."
"I enjoy my classes and I'm a top -." She paused. Camilla was giving her a knowing glance. "I am a top student, but I feel like some of the teachers aren't… interested in teaching, rather they want us to memorize."
"Ah, that could be a problem." Camilla noted, taking a measured sip of her wine. "Learning how's and why's are just as important as the basic material."
"And the headmistress can be difficult; it feels like she just wants to mold every student to be the same!" Edelgard huffed in triumph. Perhaps Princess Camilla was a kindred spirit as well!
"I see," came the quiet response, "Well, sometimes you need to be willing to break the mould to find your true potential, as it were."
"E-exactly!"
"I would love to see the world a person like you would create, Lady Edelgard." Camilla smiled and took another sip of wine.
"Sister, are you drunk already?" Leo asked. The look he received must have been terrifying, as he stammered out an apology and said nothing for a little bit.
Edelgard, meanwhile, turned to her food and ate vigorously. The dance would begin soon enough, and she'd be damned if Claude got more information than her.
Lord Ashnard, for all of his strange choices, always did one thing right.
He never forced Petrine to go to one of these things.
It was absurdly saccharine, she almost gagged at every speech, and now she was stuck at a table in which she knew one person. Granted, it was her new friend Fir, so she felt extremely accomplished.
"So, um, Petrine, is it?" She heard that long green haired woman ask, "What did you do in your world?"
Petrine chortled, "I was a member of the Four Riders of Daein, an elite group of generals tasked with performing the duties Lord Ashnard asked of us!"
"Oh! Such as?"
"Well!" Petrine paused. Most of the people at this table were, as she would refer to them, giant idiot children, so perhaps only a little truth. "We mostly focused on protecting Daein and keeping the country secure."
The man to her left snorted. "I know a conqueror when I see one." He sneered, "Lying comes so readily to humanity."
"Excuse me?"
Echidna piped in. "Ignore Zephiel, the man is a few bricks short of a house."
"I merely understand humanity's avarice and cruelty will lead to nothing but failure." Zephiel calmly replied, "Your friend here is a prime example."
Petrine growled while eating more of her steak, "You know nothing about me."
Nino piped up. "Let's talk about something fun! I went on a Pegasus ride yesterday!"
Lilina clapped her hands. "What did you think?"
"It was fun! I might try casting spells on one!"
Petrine shivered. "Never enjoyed flying the skies. I get airsick." She looked at Lyn. "What about you? I've seen you train with a multitude of weapons in the past few days."
"A byproduct of my early life in Sacae," Lyn explained, "Every weapon is an extension of your body, and spirits guide your hand if you remain diligent and focused."
Petrine shrugged. "I don't know about all that, but it sounds like a prime spar, if you'd be interested."
"No fair! I'm sparring you first!" Fir protested. Petrine put her hands up in mock surrender.
"Right, right…"
"Hmm, Annette?"
"Um… yes?
"Why don't you have my dessert? I don't want it."
Annette happily took the dessert from Severa. "Wow! Thanks!" She started happily chomping down on more cake.
Dedue wasn't so easily bribed, though he could hardly blame the young orange haired girl. The cake was delicious, and she seemed to have made some friends.
"Dedue, is it?" A gravelly voice asked from his left. "You look like you know how to handle an axe." The man to his left wore a strange black mask that covered his eyes, which made his formal wear a little odd.
"Yes, I have received extensive training to better serve His Highness."
"Ah, that makes sense." Gerome fell silent again, and the awkward atmosphere continued to expand.
"What is wrong with all of you?" Cynthia muttered, "It was never this quiet with Inigo and Owain around!"
"Well, they're both family men now," Nah noted, "No time for single fools like us." She looked at Lucina and Severa. "Our royal couple excepted of course."
Morgan and Gerome looked at each other awkwardly and looked away. Dedue had assumed they were something of a couple as well, considering the looks they kept giving each other, but perhaps not yet. "If we're making this awkward, I do not mind leaving." Dedue offered.
Morgan shook her head. "No, that's not what Cynthia meant. She's just berating us for not trying to make conversation with new people!"
"Yeah, exactly!"
"She's just terrible with words, so you gotta translate!"
"Morgaaaan!" Cynthia whined. There was more silence, but it was already significantly less awkward.
Noire was next to speak. "W-well, I think it's good that Inigo settled down! Perhaps he'll stop trying to call us all to tea?"
"Ah." Dedue and Annette said simultaneously. "I see."
The rest of the table nodded knowingly. Trouble seemed to cross worlds, it seems.
Noire continued. "A-anyways, my mother told me that both of you like to garden?" Dedue smiled at that.
"Yes, I enjoy it quite a bit." He replied. "Annette is quite good at singing to the flowers as well."
Annette's eyes widened. "Not you too, Dedue!" Dedue let out a rare chuckle. "Wait, have we met your mother?"
"Oh! There she is," she pointed across the room to Tharja, who was staring their table down, "She always knows when people are talking about her. It's incredible."
"It's certainly a gift." Lucina offered. "Anyways, if the two of you need anything, all of us here would be happy to help."
Dedue bowed his head. "Your hospitality is much too kind, Your Highness." Yes, His Highness would certainly find fast friends here if and when he arrived.
"So, what is this humorous game?"
Shamir grumbled. Catherine was teaching the others at their table an idiotic game that she would attempt to play in bars.
"I call it the 'Try to get Shamir to say more than 5 words in a sentence' game."
"A little long winded." Seteth frowned, "And Shamir speaks quite a bit, how is this a challenge?"
Catherine chuckled. "No, that's the fun part. Now that she knows we're playing, she won't say more than 5 words at a time! Right, partner?"
"I'm not playing." Shamir replied. L'Arachel and Flayn clapped.
"Even with a contraction, she only said 4 words!" Flayn remarked, "How delightful!"
"This is idiotic." Marisa stated. Eirika laughed.
"Ah, it seems Marisa wants to play as well!"
Marisa grumbled as well. Shamir gave her an apologetic look. There was no way to stop Catherine when she got like this.
"So, what are your plans tonight, Miss Shamir?" Eirika asked.
The sniper twitched. "Ignore all of you."
"Hmm, and what of you, Marisa?" L'Arachel stated, "Anyone you wish to dance with?"
"No thank you."
Seteth jumped in. "This is foolish. I wanted to discuss curriculum for the younger heroes in this castle; right, Shamir?"
Shamir frowned. "No."
Seteth slumped in his chair. Flayn laughed.
"Brother, you were much too easy to read! Let me try." She cleared her throat. "Shamir, what is your favorite flavor and why?"
"Bitter, it's bitter."
"Ah, darn!" Flayn snapped her fingers. Tana leaned over to Marisa.
"Marisa? You would say more than 5 words if I asked, would you not?"
Marisa blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry, milady."
"Nooo!" Tana wailed dramatically, before turning to Ephraim. "Lord Ephraim, you must try this."
"Hmm." He replied. The others looked at him and grinned.
"Aha! Lord Ephraim is playing the game as well!" L'Arachel exclaimed, "Hmmm…"
Tana spoke up again. "Lord Ephraim, are you already dancing with someone tonight?"
Ephraim grew pale, as did almost everyone else at the table. The date gambit was the dirtiest trick in the book, and Tana used it so casually!
"I'm dancing with L'Arachel…" he admitted, "Sorry."
Flayn counted the words. "If you count contractions that is six words! Tana wins!"
Catherine laughed. "Wow, I didn't think you had it in you to use that trick! What a sly move."
Tana smiled. She didn't really feel like she won.
Ishtar was pleasantly surprised. Conversation amongst her table was rather easy to come by and there were few awkward moments. Lord Arvis had been preoccupied with talking to Lysithea, and Reinhardt and Grima were engaged in a discussion of tactics, so she and Julia had a quiet but informative chat.
"I had no idea that you two were so close," Julia replied, "What do you plan to do next?"
Ishtar paused. "I am unsure about what is next," she admitted, "But Kiran would say the fun is in the journey. Perhaps that is wise."
Julia nodded in response. "Quite, I'm just glad to see you happy, sister. Ah, but I suppose…"
"You'll always be family in some form, Lady Julia. I regretfully never got to know you well in our youth, and a change to that would be most welcome." Julia smiled.
"I agree!"
Ishtar noticed some tables being moved towards the sides of the room. "Ah, looks like the dancing is about to start," Claude spoke up, "Time for the best part of the event."
"Yes, agreed!" Ishtar stated, "Now, if you will excuse me…"
Arvis looked at Ishtar. "Lady Ishtar, may I have a dance? It may be the last one I get with my former daughter-in-law, after all."
Ishtar gulped. He hadn't tried to hide it, but Lord Arvis's earlier evasiveness had only served to twist the knot in her stomach. He definitely knew.
I've cut this chapter into two parts, it was getting too big! The second half should be along shortly, hope you all look forward to it!
As always, thank you for watching and comments, questions, etc are always loved and appreciated!