Camilla sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her nightclothes slumped just off her shoulder. They were looser than normal, but she thought nothing of it. Still groggy, she slipped out of bed and got herself ready for the day.

Walking across the courtyard, Camilla adjusted the strap on her armor. It was just a bit loose, had she been losing weight recently? She was distracted when she heard a voice calling out for her.
"Lady Camilla!" It was her retainer, Selena. She turned to see the mercenary eagerly running towards her.
"My darling Selena," Camilla smiled, "what are you doing up so early?"
"It's my turn to milk the cows," Selena said, "I'll get loads out of them, just you watch!"
Camilla giggled at her retainer's competitive streak. "I'm sure you will."
"You bet! What are you up to this morning, Lady Camilla?"
"I'm looking after the armory. I hope Corrin comes along!" she replied, feeling slightly giddy after saying that.
"Oh, I see. Have you been worrying less since last night?" Selena asked, speaking a bit quieter.
"Hmm, I'm not sure," Camilla wondered aloud, "I suppose that potion might be having an effect?"
"I... see..." Selena said, slightly worried.
"Oh, my dear Selena!" Camilla said, noticing something amusing, "I believe I can see a bit of your collarbone!"
"What?" Selena looked down to see that the royal was right, "no way!"
Camilla chuckled. "Please take more care when dressing yourself, my darling!"
"I can't believe this! I'm the best at getting ready early in the morning!" the mercenary cried, grasping at her shirt.
"Perhaps I'm overworking you a bit," Camilla pondered.
"N-not at all, Lady Camilla!" Selena insisted, "this is just a one-off! A fluke! Keep this between us!" she said with a wag of her finger, hurrying away, "it'll be our secret, lady Camilla!"
Camilla laughed, waving her retainer off. She turned her attention back to her own task, there was much to be done in the armory.

The princess sighed as she walked into the small building. The last occupant obviously wasn't well organized, judging from the various weapons strewn about the floor carelessly. She bent down to retrieve an iron lance on the floor. She grasped at the weapon but missed. Puzzled, she managed to grab it on her second attempt.

I must be a bit tired. She thought. Maybe that dream prevented me from getting a good night's sleep. The dream about Corrin. Feeling some butterflies in her stomach, she pushed those thoughts out of her head.

I mustn't think of him. She reminded herself, instead trying to think about where the lance should go. She decided on a high shelf behind the counter. Walking over, she lifted the weapon in the air. She couldn't quite reach the shelf she wanted.

Strange, I'm sure I could reach it easily the last time I was on a shift here. My boots are probably worn down. She decided, remembering she had been doing a lot of walking recently. She went back to the front, picking up a sword this time. She smiled as she looked down at the metal of the blade. Corrin usually uses a sword. Camilla thought. Perhaps he'd like it if I arranged a special display just for him? She felt giddy again. Excited, she placed the sword prominently on the counter, not thinking about how it felt slightly heavier than a moment ago.

"How is Lady Camilla?" Beruka asked her fellow retainer.
"I saw her this morning. She's fine," Selena reassured her. She offered one of the bottles of milk she had to Beruka. The wyvern rider shook her head. "Suit yourself..."
"We need to keep an eye on her," Beruka said.
"She's fine, we don't need to worry," Selena replied, standing up.
Beruka looked her in the eyes. Selena gulped.

"I don't trust that potion. We need to be careful." Then she walked away.
"What's up with her?" Selena wondered aloud. She turned back around, continuing to go about her business. An odd thought occurred to her.

Have I always been the same height as Beruka? Selena could swear that she was a bit taller...

A couple of hours later, Camilla had finished tidying up the armory. Bored, she slouched behind the counter, waiting for a customer. She sat up straight as the door opened; her posture had been unbecoming of a royal. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was her younger sister, Elise.
"Hi Camilla!" she cheerily greeted the purple-haired princess.
"Hello Elise, my sweet little sister," Camilla smiled back.
"Oh, wow!" Elise exclaimed, walking up to the counter, "I like what you've done with these swords!"
"Oh, you noticed? I thought Corrin would like it," Camilla explained, feeling a bit giddy again.
"I'm sure he will! It's so cool how you've got the blades overlapping like that!" Elise chirped.
"Are you interested in a sword, my dear?" Camilla asked.
"Oh, thanks for reminding me. I'm glad you're working here today sister, I'm going to surprise Arthur with a brand-new axe, and I wanted your opinion!" Elise said.
"Such a sweet girl," Camilla stood up, "Oh? You seem a bit taller, Elise. You've been growing!"
"Yay! One day I'll be as big as you, Camilla!" Elise cheered.
Camilla chuckled. She walked over to the axes, lifting a silver axe. She noticed something was wrong. She knew axes very well and was certain this one was heavier than normal. Was there something wrong with her?