Chapter 6 – An Unexpected Turn
"It will take time to investigate how this assassination plot got so far. We have no leads at the moment," Phila reported. Her stance exuded shame at the fact that she had failed in her duty to protect the castle.
Frederick wasn't doing much better but he managed. He focused on directing the Shepherds and guards to clean up the bodies of the dead lining the halls. Robin noticed the injuries on the guards, as well as their lack of armor. No surprise there, since most of them had been asleep. But their number was lower than it should be. The assassins must have sneaked into the barracks and killed some of them in their sleep.
Chrom slammed his fist against the stone wall, barely restraining a feral snarl. "It was Plegia! I'm certain of it. Gangrel has made it clear he'd do anything for the Emblem." The prince turned to his eldest sister. Restraining his anger for the moment, he pleaded with her, "Emm, you can't stay here. Come to Ferox where it's safe."
Shaking her head, Emmeryn returned her gaze from the fallen to her brother. "And leave our people undefended? War is at our borders, Chrom. Do you expect Ylisse to be able to stand against Plegia without a leader? They must know that their Exalt stands with them."
"But what if something happens to you? What then?" The prince wasn't pleased with his sister's stubbornness.
"Your Grace, perhaps it would be wise if you relocated to Dawnscale Keep for the time being? The other kingdoms would know nothing of it. You would be safer there." Frederick suggested, trying to ease the tension between the siblings.
That suggestion seemed to please the prince. Dawnscale Keep was the eastern castle their family used for leisure time. Built on a peak overseeing Port Galder and Lefcandith, it stood as one of the most secure places in the Halidom. "Yes, please. At the very least please do that. I can't stand leaving for Ferox with you right in harm's way."
Emmeryn mulled it over for a moment. "...Hmm. Very w–"
"Let's not make rash decisions, your Grace."
Those present turned to watch their resident Plegian mercenary walk towards them. Robin took notice of the state of her attire. Blood covered her coat and armor but, judging by unhindered steps, the ichor wasn't hers.
"Where were you, Plegian?" Phila snarled and glared at her. The surrounding nobles radiated hostility towards Rose and to a lesser extent Robin. They must suspect them of being complicit in this assassination attempt. The silver lining was that they were of low stations. None were marquesses or counts. Lesser nobles working for the interests of their families and territories.
The mercenary gave the Wing Commander a measured look. "Clearing the kitchen of intruders. You can verify with Sir Stahl that I informed him of my whereabouts," she said with a flippant tone. Rose then turned towards Emmeryn and bowed. "I would recommend throwing all the food away, Your Grace. We don't know whether they managed to poison some of it before I reached the kitchen or not."
The mercenary turned to the prince and tactician. Rose reached into her coat, making Phila tense. Ignoring her, Rose pulled out an envelope that she presented to the prince. "Prince Chrom, during my search for more intruders I ran into Lady Marth. She gave me this letter for you and asked that you read it only amongst yourself, your sister and sir Robin."
The price took the letter and gave it a brief look before handing it to Robin. The tactician checked it over and noted that the seal was still unbroken. Rose hadn't tampered with or opened the letter.
"Did she mention anything else? Like the reason for her sudden departure?" Chrom asked. He still had too many unanswered questions for their mysterious savior.
The Plegian woman shook her head. "No, milord. Only that it was for your eyes only."
Robin didn't like how Marth tended to disappear. She saved Lissa, then fought against them in the tournament for Basilio. Only to help them again tonight. Her motives didn't seem to match up.
Many things didn't make sense to him and as a tactician, he hated being lacking in information. If proven to reliable, Marth's knowledge of the future could very well be the turning point of this war. But she refused to share it in full.
After a moment, Phila stepped forward. "Frederick and I will escort the Exalt to her chambers, your majesty."
Chrom nodded at the Wing Commander, then turned to address his sister. "Go and rest, Emm. We will speak of a course of action in the morning."
"Very well, Chrom. Don't forget to rest too." With that, the Exalt left the room flanked by her two knights.
Rose bowed before the prince. "I will check the grounds and retire for the night if that is alright with you, Prince Chrom."
The prince nodded, acceding to her request. "Go ahead, and thank you for your help. The guards will take care of the rest of the cleanup. I will debrief you and the rest of the Shepherds in the morning."
"By yo–"
"Stop naggin'! The Vaike is fine!"
A loud shout gained their attention. Looking to the source, they saw Vaike swatting away the staff of an exasperated Lissa.
"You're not fine! You can barely stand!" scolded the youngest princess.
The warrior shrugged, "Bah! It's nothing but a scratch!" He pointed to a shallow cut on his arm. "That's not enough to take down the Vaike!" He then tried to stand, only to wobble and fall onto his behind.
"You wouldn't have gotten scratched if you hadn't kept on insisting on not wearing armor!"
Rose made her way towards them. She grabbed Vaike's face hard, jerking it in her direction so their eyes met.
"What do you think are y–"
"Dilated pupils. Can't focus." Her eyes flicked towards his injured arm. "Bruising around the cut." The Plegian released the fighter's face, much to his relief. Vaike glared at her. "You're poisoned. He must have coated the blade with…" She sniffed the air. "Blackthorn. A very common poison used by assassin, especially from Plegia." The mercenary was familiar with the scent. She had seen many succumb to that in her lifetimes, but only if not treated. She looked around, scanning the corpses on the floor. "Which of these men did it? His corpse should have the antidote in case he cut himself with the blade."
"And how do you know that?" Vaike growled. "Because the assassins told you!?"
It was no secret that he disliked her just as much as Frederick and Sully. Both her and Robin's Plegian roots were a sour topic amongst the trio. They didn't like the amount of trust Chrom placed on them.
Lissa looked mortified by the accusation against two of her newest comrades. "Vaike!"
"..." Rose remained impassive, shrugging off the accusation. "It's not the first time I've run into Plegian assassins, nor that kind of poison. You can take my advice or die a painful death before morning. Your choice."
Rose bowed to the princess and left the hallway in the direction of the barracks and her room. As soon as she was out of both sight and hearing, Lissa whirled around and smacked Vaike with her staff.
"Ouch! You're supposed to be healing me, not giving me a headache!" the man complained, grabbing his head to soothe the pain.
"Why do you keep antagonizing her!? All she does is help us and you guys keep acting hostile towards her and Robin!"
The fighter scoffed. "I don't trust Plegians, especially Plegian mercenaries! For all we know, she or the nerd could have helped the assassins gain entrance to the castle! Even if she's not a traitor, she's a sellsword who only fights for gold."
Robin sighed and turned away. He did not miss some of the uncomfortable looks some of the Shepherds gave him.
"And how would they have been able to do that!? Robin and Rose were near Chrom, in the back gardens, the whole time up till the attack! And they helped us fight off the assassins when they had the chance to turn on us!"
Vaike glared at the wall in silence, unable to find a proper rebuttal to basic logic. "…Just heal this thing," he finally grunted.
"Not until we find that antidote," declared the princess, much to Vaike's chagrin.
A firm hand gripped the tactician's shoulder. Turning, the amnesiac saw Chrom giving him a sympathetic look. "Don't let it get to you."
"I'm sorry to say I've already gotten used to it at this point," Robin mumbled.
"They will come around. It's only a matter of time before they realize you're not the enemy that they expect you to be." Chrom removed his hand and walked to speak with Stahl and Sumia, leaving Robin to his thoughts.
For some strange reason, those words or reassurance didn't do much to assuage his doubts.
'That man tonight. He knew me… Do I have any link to him and the Grimleal?'
Robin looked at the letter in his hand and sighed.
He would have to deal with this later. For now, there was still much to do.
Breakfast was never a quiet affair for the Shepherds. Despite the assassination attempt this morning wasn't any different. Everyone, from the guards to the maids, was talking about the attack. The news had spread fast and was already widely known by the general population.
Their reaction was as expected – people panicked. To think the Grimleal could gain access to Ylisstol castle and almost kill the Exalt! The only thing helping their morale was that their attack failed. More so since none of the intended targets had died.
Sumia poked forlornly at her breakfast, wishing Cordelia was here to talk with her. She had always been strong, like Sully and Rose. Not weak and clumsy like her.
Sumia sighed, dropping her fork. She knew she shouldn't be jealous of them. But watching women like Rose tearing her way through the enemy made her wonder. Why was she even among the Shepherds? Phila had bare cleared Sumia for combat before their trip to Ferox. Cordelia and the rest of their squad were already patrolling for a year. She shouldn't be amongst Chrom's personal militia.
"Mind if I sit down here?" A voice asked from her right, causing Sumia to look up in surprise.
"You're that thief from last night!" Indeed, it was the thief that had broken into the hallway and helped them fight off the assassins. It had shocking that he would help them in exchange for the candy that Chrom was carrying. At least he turned out to be true to his word.
"Yep. That's me. Gaius Thomas at your service, Stumbles," he said, plopping down with his tray of food and offering her his hand. Sumia noticed the giant sack at his side, candy almost spilling out of it seems.
Her polite nature overcame her shock and forced her to present herself. "Sumia Trevelyan, Pegasus Knight of the Shepherds." She smiled and shook his hand before she processed his words. "Wait… Stumbles?"
The orange-haired man nodded, sucking on his lollipop. "Yeah. I saw you trip a few times in your way in. And when you were picking your food. The name fits you."
'Oh fantastic, even the new guy knows I'm a mess.' Sumia thought, mortified. She then tried to change the subject. "I mean no offense to you, but I'm surprised you aren't in jail after last night," she asked cautiously.
Gaius shrugged, biting the candy in his mouth. "The Lady Exalt and Blue said they would forgive my past misdeeds if I offered my services to the Shepherds."
"And you accepted?" she asked dubiously.
"Beats living in a hole in the wall. I get steady pay, a warm meal, and a comfortable bed as long as I work. Very stable job." Picking another candy from the bag he was carrying, he popped it in his mouth. "Plus, I've no desire to hurt the Exalt. She is a nice lady."
She didn't detect any lies in his words, so the rider smiled at her new comrade. "Well, you do sound sincere. I'm sure you will be a great addition to the team." Sumia was always positive when it came to other people and she trusted Chrom's judgment. So far, he hasn't been wrong about Robin and Rose, so she decided to give Gaius the benefit of a doubt as well.
The thief smirked, finally starting to eat his breakfast. "Well, thank you kindly. I didn't expect a warm welcome, but it's nice to make friends with new people."
"I agree with that. I'm sure you will enjoy being part of the Shepherds. You know, aside from the whole war business."
Both ate their breakfast in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Sumia noticed Vaike and Sully walking out of the room together. They stopped to throw a dirty look at Rose. The Plegian was reading a book and eating her breakfast in a corner, ignoring them entirely.
This made her feel slightly ashamed of their behavior. Why couldn't they all get along?
Finally finishing his breakfast, Gaius started another topic of conversation. "So… what's the deal with Snowflake?"
Sumia tilted her head in confusion. "Snowflake?" She looked around, trying to figure out who he was speaking off. They were alone in the mess hall save for some of the castle staff finishing their meals. Most of the Shepherds had already left to fulfill their duties or to train.
"The white-haired girl wearing the hood with the whole 'ice-queen' vibe over there."
'White-haired?' Sumia turned to look in the direction Gaius was pointing. Much to her surprise, he was pointing at Rose. Pegasus Knights need to have great eyesight to fly their steads. Focusing a little, Sumia finally noticed the wisps of white hair peeking out of Rose's hood. She hadn't noticed that before until Gaius pointed it out.
"You mean Rose?" she asked, making sure she was correct in her assumption.
"Yep. I saw the reaction of some of my new companions last night. How they looked at her and Bubbles, throwing accusations and glares and whatnot." Gaius flicked his head towards the door. "I also didn't miss the looks those two gave her just now."
"Bubbles?"
"The white-haired, scrawny guy glued to the prince's side like sticky candy."
"Oh! You mean our tactician, Robin." She figured the thief must have nicknames for everyone, she thought it was better to go with the flow. "Well, both of them are from Plegia. The prince found Robin near Southtown a few weeks ago, suffering from amnesia. Rose is a mercenary and current Feroxi Champion. We met and recruited her in Regna Ferox."
"Quite the pair, huh."
Sumia nodded. "Their nationality doesn't endear them to some of our members." She wriggled her hands to calm her nerves. "N-not me, though! I have no issues with them! I think they are both valuable members of our team," she hastily added
"Hey, it would be hypocritical of me to judge anyone here by their background," Gaius said wryly, referring to his former profession. "So, is there any reason she wears that hood? Some sort of hideous burn or something?"
Sumia thought about that for a moment. So far, they had never seen her face uncovered. Only little glimpses behind the shadows. "Well, she is a very private person. That's another reason Vaike and some of the others are doubtful of her. She did join us in a very strange turn of events."
"Now you've made me curious," Gaius said as he stood up, not making a sound. The chair didn't even scrape against the floor.
"What are you doing?" asked Sumia, a feeling in her stomach telling her she would not like the answer.
"I'm gonna pull down her hood and see what she looks like," he said with a shrug. "She must have a bald spot or something! Ha!"
Sumia had to wonder how this man survived so long in his line of business if he is willing to take such stupid risks. She still remembered the morning spars the past few days. Rose had thrashed some of the recruits and guardsmen with ease, herself included.
Sumia bit her lip as she glanced at the hooded girl, who didn't seem to notice anything around her. "That doesn't sound like a good idea…" she said, trying to dissuade him even if she was just as curious.
"What's the worst that could happen? She gets a little angry and I just pull out my devilish-rogue charm." He flashed her a smile that, while did make her blush, didn't assuage her fears at all.
Like a shadow, he made his way towards the grandmaster. His steps were as quiet as a wraith, using the sounds of the kitchen masking the little noises he made. His fingers were almost grasping the hood and his mind already thinking of a lie to explain his actions.
"Do that, thief, and I'll tie you to a bed, melt your candy, and pour it all over your genitals." Rose's voice was smooth as a blade, its edge as sharp as the promise of pain that would follow. She didn't even bother to look up from her book and continued eating her breakfast. Not even stopping to take a sip of her juice to help it in the way down.
Purposefully loud steps moving away was her answer.
"Smart choice."
Sumia stared at Rose's back, wondering how she had sensed Gaius's approach. She turned her gaze to see the thief sit down next to her, his smirk now frozen on his pale, sweaty face.
"She seems nice," he said, visibly trying to shake the dreadful feeling that he got from his little prank. He looked as if he stood before a god's judgment. Not something a criminal ever wanted to experience if Sumia had to guess.
Shaking her head, Sumia gave him a dry smile. "You're lucky. She could break you in half without much trouble, just like she did with some of the Feroxi that challenged her."
Gaius chuckled at the joke. "Heh, very funny."
Sumia stared at him in silence, making him sweat a little. "Uh, you are joking, right?"
The Pegasus rider told him of the events in Ferox, making Gaius whistle in respect of her strength. He wouldn't admit it out loud but relieved beyond words that he didn't have to fight them last night. She had been about to tell him how Rose picked Kellam in full armor and threw him into a pile of hay when someone interrupted them. Frederick came up behind them, clearing his throat to get their attention.
"You are Gaius, right? The thief?" Frederick gave him a stern once-over. He didn't look happy with yet another suspicious character welcomed into their team.
The thief just nodded, his survival instincts deciding it was a good time to sober up. Furthermore, they told him it wouldn't be a good idea to joke with this man, period.
"Please come with me. Prince Chrom has requested your presence. He said he requires your skills."
That earned the attention of both Shepherds. It made them wonder if whatever Chrom was asking them for had anything to do with last night's events.
The atmosphere in the council room was tense. The few nobles who were present in the castle were still on edge after the previous night's fiasco. They were obviously worried about the future course of the war. The battle high had finally faded and Ylisse needed to decide on a safe course of action as soon as possible.
Robin sat beside Chrom, who rigidly watched over Emmeryn and her surroundings. The prince was not willing to take his eyes off of her anytime soon. Both men had been wound up all morning since they had read the letter from Marth. Chrom hadn't wanted to believe its contents. Robin had insisted it would be foolish not to follow her advice.
After remembering the night before, Chrom had agreed. They shared the information with Emmeryn, who reluctantly agreed to their plan. Despite this, she had her reservations based on her own emotions.
The contents of the letter, if they proved to be true, could very well change the course of this war.
Dear Prince Chrom,
I write this letter as I do not have time to explain the situation in full, as I am required elsewhere. I hope that this knowledge imparted to me by Naga will help you prevent the fall of Ylisse. While we managed to prevent the assassination, Emmeryn is not out of danger. The timeline has now changed. The Divine Dragon has blessed me with knowledge about what is to come.
I know you will not want to believe what I am about to tell you but its true. The one responsible for the near-success of the assassination is Hierarch Seymour Howe.
The tactician looked at the man seated calmly next to the Exalt. Seymour was an old man in green robes with a face that wouldn't be out of place in a library or church. According to Chrom, he had been a stalwart mentor to Emmeryn since she took the throne at a young age. Emmeryn had done a great job in masking her emotional turmoil. The thought of her most trusted advisor plotting her death was still heavy in her heart.
The prince spoke with conviction, capturing the attention of the nobles present. "I'm sure you're all aware of last night's events. We're still investigating the source of the infiltration, but for now, we will decide our next move." His gaze swept across the small sea of faces, noting the various reactions of those present. "I suggest moving my sister to Dawnscale Keep for her safety. We can't afford to lose our Exalt."
I'm aware of the severity of this accusation, but please bear with me. I will tell you exactly what will happen in your council the next morning. Please move forward with your proposition of moving the Exalt to Dawnscale Keep. The Hierarch will then suggest taking the Breakneck Pass as the safest route with him as a guide. He will also try to discredit your tactician with his heritage.
Like clockwork, the old man nodded in approval. "I agree with the prince. Lady Emmeryn is too important to risk losing. But I must suggest we march through the Breakneck Pass, as the canyon will provide us with cover. I know the place well enough to guide us." He then narrowed his eyes at Robin. "But are you sure it's prudent to have a Plegian here, your highness? For all we know, he was part of the attempt on your life!"
This proposal is a trap. Here there will be a Plegian ambush waiting for you. Had you not suggested this, the Hierarch would've done so. Plegian soldiers are waiting in the area. By the time you reach the Pass, Ylisstol would have already have fallen to a Plegian sneak attack. This is part of a backup plan in case the initial assassination failed. Say what you will about Aversa but she doesn't leave anything to chance.
Robin did his best not to bristle at the accusation. Luckily, Chrom leaped immediately to his defense.
"Robin fought by my side last night. As I keep telling our soldiers, he had plenty of opportunities to betray us but he still stands by our side. I'll not tolerate accusations towards someone that had fought side by side with me."
The Hierarch wasn't pleased with his answers, but he smoothly recovered. "My apologies, prince. I spoke out of order." He gave smile Robin knew was insincere. "You're right. This young man has helped you. Pardon me, but I'm still on edge about how close they were to assassinating your dear sister."
Robin met Chrom's gaze, both aware that the letter had been accurate so far. Still, they needed more evidence before they could legally arrest him.
They didn't need to wait long, though. Moments later, Frederick entered the room and silently handed the prince a folder. Chrom raised his hand to silence any questions and proceeded to read the contents. After a few moments of scanning, he closed his eyes in disappointment. With a heavy heart, he nodded towards his sister.
Her expression fell into one of heartbreak.
You will find evidence of treason in quarters of the Hierarch. There are enough letters in his safety box between him and Plegia. That should be enough evidence for you to arrest him. But I want you to be sure for yourself that I have knowledge of the future and that this information is not planted. I do not know if his family in Samsooth is also compromised, but I would suggest moving with caution with them. Keep the evidence and a written confession as insurance.
"I understand your doubts, Howe. After all, we need to be vigilant of traitors among our people," Chrom said. The Hierarch's face became guarded at the prince's tone. Handing the documents to his sister, the prince looked at him in the eyes. "Like those that would take advantage of my sister's kindness to save their skin."
The elder man didn't notice Sully and Stahl standing behind him. The nobles felt the tension in the room and were wise enough not to make any overt movements. They waited with bated breath to see how this situation played out.
"You see, last night we received a tip from a reliable source. Information that saved me from an assassin and allowed us to stop them in time. They also told us where we could find evidence of treason amongst our people. Like letters between one of our advisors and Plegia. Letters promising safety and a position of power in their court for the life of the Exalt."
The accusation earned gasps among the nobles. They couldn't believe that Seymour Howe could betray the Halidom for power.
The old man's eyes grew wide in panic as he finally noticed the two, armed Shepherds at his side.
"I… Lady Emmeryn, you surely can't believe I-!" His words died in his throat as he saw the devastated expression on his ruler's face.
"Why?" she asked in a pained voice.
The man felt the heavy gloves of the knights on his shoulder, keeping him in place. He realized there was no way out of this now that they had his letters. Knowing this, Seymour looked at Emmeryn with hard eyes she hadn't seen in ages.
"Emmeryn, I served your father and Ylisse all my life. I wanted to believe you had the best intentions for our people." He gritted his teeth, slamming his fist on the table and earning a tighter hold. "But look at us now! We depend on foreigners to protect us! We don't have a real army to protect our people and our main fighting force is a small ragtag militia!" His face fell into regret. "If by sacrificing you I could save Ylisse! Using my influence in their court to spare our people of the worst!"
"You've always taught me that peace was the way."
The traitor closed his eyes, ignoring the whispers around the room. "I wish I hadn't been that naïve in the past, Emmeryn. For now, I can only hope you can protect our people."
"…Your trial will be held in the morning," Emmeryn said, looking away from a man that was once like a grandfather to her. "Take him away."
The knights nodded and escorted the old man to his cell, leaving the chamber in silence.
"It all makes sense now," said the tactician. "How they knew where to strike, the patrol times, the best hiding spots. Gaius did tell us that they came from the old emergency passages. They were only known to the Royal Family and their most trusted advisors."
Maribelle, representing her state, voiced the next logical question. "What know, Prince Chrom? We cannot wait for Plegia to make the next move!"
As soon as your meeting is over, you must make haste towards the Feroxi army. They should still be at least five days away from the capital. You will need to reach them fast and then make haste toward Ylisstol to reinforce the garrison.
Trying to send the Exalt to Ferox is a risk as many assassination parties will be ready to intercept you. The Plegians will sail a force of seven thousand soldiers. At least, that's the number Naga could see. It might be higher. They will land on the southern coast, so you won't be able to intercept them in time. Please don't risk the Exalt by trying to leave for Dawnscale Keep. Fortifying Ylisstol is the best tactical option.
"For now, we need to march towards the Feroxi army. They must speed up their march to the capital," Chrom said with determination. "We can no longer risk going Dawnscale Keep. That place is no longer safe. According to the letters, Howe already planned on suggesting moving to Dawnscale Keep. There must be either Plegians or turncloaks from Samsooth waiting for us there."
Nodding in agreement, Robin continued the line of thought. "So far, all the information we have gotten has been reliable. We know that in four days Plegia will attack the capital with a force of seven thousand soldiers." Gasps of fear echoed through the room but the tactician didn't stop.
"We don't know if there are any more spies amongst our staff," Chrom added with a scowl. "For now, our best hope is to fortify Ylisstol. We will ask for volunteers among our people to increase our defenders. We will evacuate as many non-combatants as we can to the inner walls."
A portly noble whose name Robin couldn't bother to remember moved to speak. "Wouldn't be better to send as many people as we can away?" he asked, weighing the value of the suggestion. "We don't want people in the crossfire."
"Unless you want to use the civilians as bait to divide their forces, our best bet is to keep them within the inner walls. We can prepare traps and use our knowledge of the territory to our advantage." The noble blanched at the suggestion. Robin pressed on, not letting the nerves of the situation get the better of him. "We don't have the time to move thousands of people to another city. As it is right now, we have enough food, water, and manpower to hold the city for a long time. The walls will protect us during a siege. A fortified force with walls protecting them can hold off a force ten times its size."
Surprisingly, Phila nodded in agreement. "We've got a total force of sixteen hundred soldiers in the city and our closest towns. That's not taking into account the city guard and those out in patrol. With them, we should've five thousand warriors available. They will not be of the quality needed to combat the Plegian army, but they don't need to be. We can hold and hope that we receive reinforcements in time to repel the attack."
"Won't focusing on Ylisstol put the surrounding holdings in danger?" Maribelle asked.
Robin frowned but nodded. "That's correct, but we can't defend everything. We will send messengers to tell the people to come into the city. We can do more to protect them here. Otherwise, they will be on their own."
No one else spoke up because no one had a better plan. Despite their misgivings over his nationality, they knew the tactician was right. Sending people away was a risk since they lacked the soldiers to protect them. Such an act would only weaken their current forces.
The Exalt decided it was time for action. "We will proceed with your plan. I will stay in the city with my people and help in any way I can."
Robin nodded, already expecting her decision. Chrom wasn't happy about it, but even he understood that they had little options right now. "Very well, Your Grace. Here is what we have planned…"
They spent the next few hours discussing their next actions. Robin hoped that with this plan the final warning in the letter didn't come true.
Should they capture the Exalt, Gangrel will have her transported to Plegia for a public execution.
Do not let any of this happen.
Good luck,
Marth.
Gathering the Shepherds was an easy affair. Most were already waiting for an update on the situation. Ylissean and Feroxi soldiers waited for their orders, eager to fight. Both sides were talking with each other, giving a clear picture of their mood.
"Then the Hierarch was the traitor?"
"Greedy Ol' bastard. Who knew he was playing Emmeryn for so long? She trusted him and he could've sold her out."
"Is Samsooth turning on us again? The Lowells should've burned that cesspit centuries ago!"
"I heard they outnumber us eight to one!"
"Learn to count idiot!"
"Bah, it doesn't matter! We will show those Plegian dogs that a Feroxi is worth ten of them!"
Rose blocked out all the chatter, more focused on her leader's announcement. She hoped the letter she wrote under Marth's name would be enough to get the military moving. Organizing a better defense for the capital was paramount at the moment. The sacking of Ylisstol was devastating for the entire Halidom in both her timelines.
The damage done to the entire region had hurt Ylisse's economy for years to come. Even with the riches taken from Plegia as spoils of war, it was not enough to finance everything. Rose wouldn't risk it happening again. They will need much help against Grima and his minions. Sure, things might still work out, but that was no reason not to stack the odds in her favor.
She leaned on pillar away from the crowd, waiting for the meeting to start. Chrom finally walked into the stage, followed closely by her twin brother. They both looked tired, but there was clear determination in their stances. If willpower was everything, they could stop the storm with their bare hands.
"Thank you all for coming. I will keep this short as time is of the essence," greeted the prince. "As some may have already heard, we are expecting a force of seven thousand Plegians or more to assault the capital. We estimate they will be here in four days. The Feroxi army at its current pace won't make it in time."
It was a testament to their discipline that they didn't panic against the odds. Even the inexperienced soldiers knew this was a possibility. It's something their commanders drilled into their skulls since the start of the war.
"If their goal was only to lay siege to the city we would have the advantage. But even if their numbers are not large enough to take the city, they can still do damage to the surrounding area. It is of the uttermost importance that the army reaches the capital as soon as possible to crush them. For that reason, I will lead a small team to meet them and increase their pace."
"Wouldn't it be better to send a messenger, milord? Or a few Pegasus knights?" asked the leader of the clerics in clear worry. "I don't like the idea of risking your life in such a manner."
Chrom with a shake of his head at the suggestion. "That's what they expect us to do. True, it would be safer for me, but I need to help lead both the Feroxi army and the troops coming from the western marches. My tactician will come with me to help organize their troops in the best way possible."
The cleric didn't look appeased at all and neither did many in the audience. "I understand your worry, but what kind of prince would I be if I'm not willing to risk my life for my people?" That silenced any protest at his decision. "I trust that you will hold the city and protect its people until we arrive with the reinforcements. Any siege will be too short to do any large damage."
"Who will lead the city forces during your absence, Sir?" asked one of the Pegasus Knights.
Chrom looked like expected such questions and was certainly prepared for it. "We discussed it and we've come to the conclusion to put one of our best strategic minds on the job."
Rose was thinking of all the people that fitted as candidates. She hoped that it would be someone that will listen to her suggestions. 'Virion, maybe? He has experience but he most likely will reject the role out of guilt. Frederick and Phila could present problems. They are too straight forward in the plans. Not bad choices but they lack experience with bigger armies... Wait, what did he just sai–'
"I'm tasking Lady Rose Sustrai to organize the defenses of Ylisstol," Chrom announced.
'…What?'
"Prince Chrom!"
"Are you serious?! The Plegian mercenary!?"
"She has demonstrated a cunning mind and experience in tactics. Ferox has vouched for her reputation. Our tactician and other commanders have been hard-pressed to beat her strategies. The assistance she has provided our tactician and her displays in combat-proven invaluable."
Well, Rose could say for certain that she didn't saw this coming. She expected maybe one of the generals of the Feroxi Army to lead the troops. Or Ylissean commander from the western marches. She did not expect him to hand her the command.
It wasn't a bad choice, though. Rose had more than enough experience and many plans she could execute. She spent many nights were thinking about how she prevented the fall of the city had she been here.
But he didn't know that.
Her reputation leading other mercenaries is well known if you bother looking into it. Helping Robin and Virion with strategy must inspire confidence in her skills. But she hadn't proved herself to all the soldiers and commanders she would need to lead.
"I… milord." She cursed herself for tripping with her words. Still, she spoke her doubts. "I understand your reasoning and if you insist I will do my best. But am I truly the best choice we have?" She nodded to some of the Ylisseans present already voicing their disagreement. "My nationality might be a problem amongst the troops. We can't afford such discord in our ranks."
Her denial surprised many of the Ylisseans. They already expected her to take the role to betray them later or to advance herself.
To her surprise, it was Lon'qu who spoke in her favor. "The Feroxi respect your strength. Your fight in the arena earned you that much. They will follow your orders without question."
Chrom took a moment to think of the right words. "I understand that there are some… doubts amongst my comrades."
'Well, that was a polite way of putting it,' she thought sarcastically.
"For that reason, we decided to divide the Shepherds into two groups. Sumia, Lissa, Frederick, Sully, Vaike, Ricken, Virion, Gaius, and Panne will come with me to the Feroxi army."
"Of the Shepherds, we will leave those that will follow your orders with little problem. Stahl, Miriel, Maribelle-"
'Are you serious? Her? Following my orders?'
"…Lon'qu, Anna and Donnel-"
"What about me, Captain?" a voice interrupted.
"…and Kellam will work under you. Is that acceptable?"
Rose wasn't convinced this would be enough. "What about the Pegasus Knights and the City Guard? Will they follow a Plegian's strategy?"
"Phila will remain in command of the Pegasus Knights. The City Guard is under Captian Mathias, who will answer to you. If anyone causes a problem, The Exalt will intervene," he added as an ultimatum. Maybe some nobles will bicker and fight her plans, but she could work with it.
Knowing this was the best course of action, Rose reluctantly accepted the position. Standing straight, she saluted her commander. "Very well, your majesty. As long as they agree to follow my orders, I will do my best."
Stahl was the first to voice his agreement, "You've got my trust. We will protect Ylisstol from any enemy."
Adjusting her classes, Miriel stepped forwards. "I do look forward to seeing your full potential, both in the field and leading troops. It will make for an informative thesis."
"Hmmm, I do hope you prove this faith is not misplaced," Maribelle added.
Lon'qu grunted, nodding slightly as a sign of support. "Just point me at the enemy."
"Well, if the city falls it will cut into my profits, so I will help." Anna might have used gold as an excuse, but she loved the city as much as any Ylissean.
"Ya know I got yer back, Miss Rose! We'll kick them all the way back to the desert!" Donnel stated with conviction.
"As long as you remember to count me in your plans," Kellam said, remind them he was there.
Rose did her best to control her emotions. Her mouth was dry and her heart beating fast against her chest. She never expected to earn support from these people again. She steeled herself. It wouldn't do for her to lose her composure in front of those she would lead. "I will do all in my power to make sure your trust isn't misplaced."
Chrom smiled, pleased to see the support for their mercenary. "I know you will."
Robin fastened the saddle of his horse and proceeded to check his provisions one last time. The ride will be tiresome but there was no time to waste. Little rest will be available to them until they reach the army and every second counted. The rest of his team were almost ready, doing their last-minute inspections on their gear.
"Make sure to take enough water with you." Rose's voice said from behind him. To Robin's credit, this time he didn't jump too high.
"I know, I know. It's already packed in an enchanted waterskin," He said, clutching his chest. He frowned a little, worry painted on his face. "Are you ok? We did spring this on you. I feared you would reject the position."
Rose patted his shoulder, growing solemn. "I'll admit I had half a mind to do that, but I understand that it's the best course of action available to us. Virion won't take the position. The others lack the knack to adapt to the changing battlefield. And Ylisse's most experience generals are on the border or in their marches. Don't worry, I will protect this city to my last breath."
"Quite the devotion from a hired sword," he couldn't help but tease.
An unladylike snort escaped the woman. "What can I say? I'm worth the price of my contract."
"That you do. You're a great strategist and tactician. Better than me," he admitted without shame.
The mercenary smiled wryly at the compliment. "Give it time. One day you may surpass me, but don't think I'll make it easy," she said in a playful tone. After a moment, she reached inside her coat and pulled a long object covered in cloth. "Here. I was gonna sell this to Anna, but it will serve better in your hands."
Opening the gift, Robin saw he was holding a Levin Sword. The enchanted blade vibrated with electricity. The magic was eager to run free from the confines of the runes.
"I can't accept this! This is a rare sword! It must cost a fortune!" Robin exclaimed, trying to return the blade to its original owner.
The female tactician pushed the sword back into his hands. "Just take the damn thing. As a gift for your vote of trust." She crossed her arms, looking away. "We Plegian tacticians have to watch each other's backs."
Robin frowned in thought, understanding where she was coming from. Trust was a hard thing to earn and he still struggled to earn it from some of the Shepherds. Tightening his hold on the blade, he then secured it to his side. "I… Thank you," he said with sincerity. "For all the support you've given us."
Rose only offered a nod and a smile. "Take care of yourself. I expect you back in one piece."
"I expect the same from you," Robin said. He hoped this wouldn't be the last conversation he had with his mysterious friend.
A/N: Updated March 15th, 2020
Thanks to robotortoise and Victory3114 for their assistance in editing the chapter.
