The door to the Valmese library creaked open as someone slipped inside. The rest of the recently conquered palace was still under tight patrol, but this section seemed to be overlooked, despite the overall importance of such a facility in an enemy's stronghold. That suited the thief just fine, as he went off the beaten path and looked for his own personal prize.

"Alright - imperial palace…it has to be here," he chewed the sucker between his lips and looked around for any signs of foul play. He saw none to his left, none to his right, and none before him. He took one step into the darkened archives.

Nothing.

"Alright, easy enough - now let's get cracking," the thief declared as he made his way for the deepest recesses and most ancient shelves. Past decades, centuries, and even millennia to the very first founding of the united kingdom out of the ashes of the two old ones. "This should be it," he chewed the stick in his mouth and carefully scanned over row on row.

Nothing at first - just useless trivial nonsense like the theologies of the Wardog or whatever, or historical annals of the two kingdoms' war. A few personal works slipped between big, heavy-looking manuscripts covered in dust and weathered by time. His fingers traced over inlays and bindings before his eye was drawn to something oddly vibrant that seemed to simply stick out against the more formal, muted. "Well well well…what do we have….here - paydirt," he pulled out a relatively mundane tome with a grin.

Eeerk.

"Hmm?!"

He froze and looked left, then right, for the source of the sounds. The old, dark library cast such bold shadows against the ancient shelves and drawn windows. "...spooky. I'm leaving," he declared as he took a single step forward.

"Heyaaah!"

"Whoa!"

He should've looked above

Crack!

Gauis' lolipop shattered on the tile floor as the sweet thief grunted and grimaced under the weight on his back. He felt his arms pinned down behind his back before they were wrapped up. "Who booby-traps a lib..ooh," he mumbled against the pressure on his back.

Fwiiish

The book lingered in the air after it'd flown from his grasp before it slowly turned back to earth. His captor swiftly reached out and grabbed it before it could've hit the ground and broken clear of its weathered binding. She stepped into the dusty light to reveal none other than the sour-faced Princess of Chon'shin herself.

"…Uh, hi there…princess, right?" Gaius asked her as he looked up at her long, bare legs. She ignored his hail, and the gaze on her body, as she looked at the tome with some level of scorn.

"Hmmm, I feel I've seen you before…amongst Chrom's entourage?" she demanded to know.

"Who, Bubbles?" he asked her.

"Fie! Do not speak of your lord with such cavalier!" she snapped back with a scowl. Realization seemed to bloom over her face as she slowly set the book aside. "Or perhaps it is so easy to speak ill of him…if he was not your lord at all!"

"…You've lost me, lady," Gaius deadpanned but was lost over Say'ri's bold accusations.

"Clearly, your duplicitous nature has been exposed - you are nothing more than a common thief!" she accused him.

"Hey, I'm not common at all," he defended himself. His indignation evaporated as she stepped forward and pulled him up with one hand. "Wait, what're you do-eep?!"

"Oof!" he recoiled as he landed on his back on the floor. "What are you talking abo-"

Schink!

"...out…" he squeaked before his pants fell to tatters around his legs. A sharp click directed him to her sword as it slid back down on its sheathe. 'The hell is wrong with her?!' he screamed in his head while his loins popped out of the remains of his leggings.

Say'ri set her sword aside and reached for the belt of her Chon'sin armor. "I have seen how your tactician levies punishment against those that fall out of line and will exact justice myself!" she declared as she pulled her loincloth aside and exposed her wrapped small clothes.

'Wait…what is she talking about?' The thief wondered with a panic as she straddled down atop him…and wrapped her thighs around his cock.'The hell kind of punishment is this?!'

"How is it, villain, to be met with Ylissean justice?" the princess demanded to know while she rubbed and rolled her thighs over his girth. Whatever blossom that bloomed on her cheeks had no clear bearing on her resolve as she persisted on and on. The thief could do nothing but lay there, stunned as his body was accosted by the foreign princess.

'She's absolutely nuts!

"W-Who did..w-haaaaht?!"

Gaius ought a battle between his rightfully terror-stricken mind and his witlessly lust-driven body. The feel of her supple, toned thighs wrapped around his cock only affected him as far as his physical reactions went. Everything above the belt, metaphorically and quite literally, was locked in a cold, clammy sweat. "Lady, I have no ide-a-aaah!" he gasped as her logs locked against his loins.

"Hah! Do not feign fool! I hath seen with my own eye how your queen and grandmaster perform such acts," Say'ri explained while she stroked him off with a determined glare over her rosy cheeks. Whatever shame or humiliation she felt was clear on her face, yet didn't deter her in the slightest.

'…Wait. Wait. wait. Wait.'

The thief blinked as realization crashed over him. His body continued to recoil and react to her ministrations while his head pulled everything together. Somewhere between the flashes of terror and the spine-tingling elation, he pieced it all together. Not that he particularly enjoyed what the picture in front of him was. As his body seized and clenched up under a forthcoming climax, he had but one last thought.

'Why me?'

"F-Fuck!" Gaius swore and slammed his hips up into the princess' body.

"Ngh!" Say'ri withered as his cock twitched and spasmed before it erupted right between her thighs and even shot out and onto her covered rump. "F-Fie!" she snapped out

The Chon'sin Princess bristled at the hot, sticky ropes that battered against her legs. She endured the lashes of lost, misplaced life as she meted out justice upon this rogue, the way that Ylisse had shown her. If the likes of the lady tactician or the dark-shroud Queen could endure this then surely she could as well.

The Chon'sin Princess slowed her hips and shifted off his body. She ignored the wet squelches from between her legs as she appraised the justice she'd just meted out. So certain was her conviction and justice that when she saw his limp, exhausted body…she felt no more than a tinge of remorse. "Haaaah…mayhaps I went too hard," the princess mused.

"...Ya think?" he mumbled out in an addled state. His foot twitched as he suffered under the vigors of his orgasmic punishment while still flat on the floor.

The swordswoman ignored him as she rose to her feet and turned to the book that had been left on the table. With a single hand, she snatched it up and held it before him with a frown on her lips and fire in her eyes. Now, thief -whatever would compel you to such risk of life to claim a…"

She paused as she looked at a page that had slipped out. The scratches on it were beyond her knowledge, but she recognized some of the scratches upon it. "…A cookbook?" she gawked.

"Not just any cookbook - the cookbook. "

Gaius took the book from her stunned hands with his clearly-unbound wrists. The princess of Chon'sin was too stunned to react right away. 'How did he…his bonds?!'

The sweet thief took advantage of her silence as he examined the book for any further signs of wear or woe. "Listen here, princess. Supposedly this little baby is none other than the Rigain's coveted, and cherished, book of refined winter sweets and tasty meals!"

"W-What?" Say'ri gawked.

"Yep - the first queen and king came here every winter, even though they spent most time down south. Supposedly she was a hell of a chef, and wrote down all the dirty secrets in these pages," Gaius explained before he cracked open the ancient, weathered tome and flipped through the pages. "And if it isn't the real deal, it's a hell of a forgery. Boy, looking at these…I can't wait to get a taste of 'em for myself," he licked his lips.

Say'ri ignored the mess on and in her legs as she tried to process this abrupt shift of events."But…your lady, she-"

"If you're talking about Robin or Tharja…well, let's just say those gals can be a bit, ah, creative around their men," the thief offhandedly explained while he flicked through more pages. The proclivities of the older tactician or the unlikely queen didn't phase him in the slightest as he scanned over the elaborate list of treats. "...I dunno what a Stuffed Barrack's Pie is, but sweet heaven this looks tasty," he mused to himself at the cream-coated treat.

"…Fie. I am a fool."

"Mmhmm."