Chapter 17 – Victory Ball


"Why are you sniffing me?"

"Red-heads," Gaius stated matter-of-factly

Robin's eyes widened in surprise. There was no way Gaius was being serious when he said that he could smell 'purity'. "W-Wha-"

The thief sniffed again, this time more deeply. "Twins."

The tactician sputtered, realizing what Gaius meant. "How did–"

Gaius shushed him. "Wait...I recognize that– Devola and Popola ?! Damn, Bubbles!"

Robin opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a moment. "That's an unbelievably creepy skill," he finally managed to say.

"Forget about that! How the hell did you bed them?!" the thief demanded. "They blue ball every man that visits Sealed Verses!"

Making a note to warn Rose that Gaius knows of her favorite bar, Robin decided to take a jab at the orange-haired man. "I told you I could be quite the ladies' man," he smugly added.

The thief didn't seem deterred. "Oh? So, did you ask one of them to the dance?"

Robin's smirk faltered.

"...You backed out, didn't you?" Gaius said as a grin grew on his face. "You had the perfect chance and you blew it."

"No, no…that's not it," Robin said, sighing in frustration. "It would have been too awkward. I might not have my memories but I know a social faux pas when I see it. Asking one of them out to such an event after a one night stand? I would come off more desperate than anything. And besides, they've probably already forgotten about me anyway."


"Do you think Robin is coming back anytime soon?" Popola asked her sister, polishing a glass while thinking about the fantastic night they had with the young man.

Devola licked her lips and smirked. "I certainly hope so. I want to see what other tricks he has under his sleeves."

Popola laughed, "Oh, I agree." She said, lifting a crate of wine and motioning for her to follow. "Come, we need to finish the preparations for the festival's orders."

With a groan, Devola followed her sister to the back. "Ah, what I would give to go to the dance…."


"Fair enough," Gaius conceded with a shrug. "What are you going to do about it, then?"

"As pathetic as it sounds, I think I might have to take Rose up on her offer to take her friend and stop worrying about this…" Robin sighed. "I hope she's nice."


"I have been alive for thousands of years–" Tiki stated.

"Please don't," Rose groaned, rubbing her.

"I have seen and experienced many things. I have fought at the side of King Marth. I saw the rise and fall of empires."

"You've made your point," the tactician said, covering her head with her hood.

"But in all that time, I have never been banned for life from a tavern," admitted the manakete.

"Ugh…"

"Which, I must remind you, is quite a long time for me," Tiki added, taking a sip of her herbal tea. "I have to say, it's quite the novel experience."

Rose dropped her head on the table.

"Don't dent the table, we just got it delivered this morning," She chided.

The Fell Dragon's vessel muttered something under her breath.

"Changing topic, do you have anything to do today?"

"Nope, have the whole day free," Rose answered, drinking the last of her tea.

"In that case, will you accompany me later today to find a dress for the dance? We need to find something for you too, now that I think about it."

The mercenary perked up a little at that. "Sure, I will go. And don't worry about me, I already have something to wear."

Tiki blinked in surprise. "You do?" she asked dubiously.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," the plegian said, dismissing her concern. "Hmmm. There is a Valmese-style shop in the eastern district. It should be intact if we are lucky," she suggested. "And we can get some enchanted jewelry to hide your ears. I also have a special perfume that should keep Nowi from detecting your manakete nature."

"...You seem awfully excited about this," the Voice of Naga commented with a raised eyebrow.

"Says the one that accepted being my brother's date so easily" retorted the Fell Dragon.

"...That's fair. I suppose I just wanted a change of pace from staying in the temple sleeping for years."

"Yeah, I can see that getting boring after a few centuries," Rose said with a roll of her eyes. "Now come on! We're wasting daylight and it's been ages since I went shopping for clothes with anyone!"


Emmeryn took the time to enjoy her favorite blend of tea, sitting on her balcony and watching the reconstructions of the capital. It made her proud that her people were so resilient in working together so the hardships they suffered in the past wouldn't repeat.

"Lady Emmeryn, I bring you the report."

"Ah, Phila! Sit and join me for a cup of tea," the Exalt greeted with a smile, motioning for her friend to sit with her. "How are the preparations for the ball?", she asked, serving Phila a cup.

Phila took it with a smile, taking a slightly more casual stance as only the two of them were present. "Thank you. Everything seems to be in order. Security has already been briefed and we have increased patrols with the assistance of the Feroxi troops still in the city."

"That is a relief. The people need a sense of security after all that has happened."

"Indeed. Anything to help the morale of the masses is a welcome respite," Phila added, taking a sip of her own cup. "Ah, your taste in blends is as exquisite as always, Your Grace." She savored it for a minute, taking the time to ponder her next sentence. "I have also received confirmation from Rose that Lady Tiki will be coming under a false name."

Emmeryn's eyes shone with glee. "Oh, that is marvelous! We must make certain to excel in the preparations and make this an event to remember."

"Rose said she is taking care of that..."

The Exalt blinked, then gave an unladylike shrug. "Oh, that's good then. Rose has not failed us thus far."

Phila didn't look convinced.


It was two days later that Robin finally found Rose in the barracks, reading a novel. The mercenary had been hard to track down, due to the fact that they didn't have matching schedules.

It didn't matter now. He needed to be smooth about this. The tactician couldn't sound desperate or pathetic. He could have gotten a partner if he had wanted to, but he had chosen to deal with all the paperwork that came with being the tactician of the army instead due to priorities.

Yeah, that was it.

It wasn't because he couldn't get over the awkwardness of asking a one night stand –or one of two in this case– to be his date for one of the most important events in recent memory.

Not at all.

Robin gathered his courage and greeted his only hope. "Hey… Rose… I..."

"Her name is Lily Pendragon. She has green hair and her dress is dark red with golden embroidery. Make sure your outfit matches. I would recommend a dark-colored suit," the woman answered without looking up from her book.

Robin opened and closed his mouth. "W–wait! Why are you so sure that's what I was going to ask!? I could already have a date."

"You don't," she said, taking a sip of her tea.

"...I could ."

"You don't."

"...Dark suit, got it," Robin relented in defeat, slumping on the seat next to her.

"Don't worry; she can handle the spotlight, and I can do damage control for any rumors that might arise," Rose said, turning a page.

"Thanks…?"

" By the way," the mercenary started, pushing a plate of biscuits towards the amnesiac. "Nice going with Devola and Popola. I must say you surprised me."

"Didn't help me with my problem in the end…" he said, taking one of the treats for himself.

Rose scoffed at his self-deprecation. "Oh, stop being such a drama queen. You bedded two gorgeous, bisexual twins that reject pretty much anyone that makes a move on them. Just because they are busy with their business during the ball doesn't mean you have to play the victim."

"What?"

The woman gave him a look. "... You do know they won't be able to assist since they are catering to the main festival, right?" Rose said, taking the time to explain. "They have one of the few remaining restaurants with a working kitchen and the contract for catering services for the festival was too good for them to deny."

'Sure, let's go with that.'

"Of course," Robin lied. "I discussed it with them the next day. Anyways, thanks. You took a weight off my shoulders," he thanked sincerely

"No problem. But despite your success with the twins, you're still pretty green with this kind of thing, huh."

"Hey..."

"So! I decided to graciously take matters into my own hands and write you a guide for the dance!" She then produced a roll of paper from her coat, handing it to the tactician.

Robin stared at her in bewilderment. "You...what?"

"No need to thank me, I'm great, I know," she said, nodding to herself. "Read that and your date will be fantastic."

"Date, right..." Robin said, looking at the notes and looking them over. Much to his surprise, they were fairly normal suggestions. The type of music that is going to be played, the dances that are expected, as well as notes on etiquette and much more. "Huh, this is actually useful..." A thought occurred to him. "Oh, could I meet Lily before the ball?"

He didn't like the smirk Rose got, nor the gleam in her eyes that seemed to shine under her hood. "Oh, but that would ruin the surprise! Don't worry, you will see her at the ball, and you won't be disappointed! She is gorgeous, and a pretty good dancer."

Robin narrowed his eyes at her cheeky tone. He was starting to miss the serious and professional tone she had when they first met. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Oh, like you wouldn't believe, " Rose said mirthfully. "Which reminds me..."

"Wh–OUCH!" Robin said, rubbing his arm after she punched him in the arm. "What was that for!?"

"For telling Devola and Popola about Chrom walking into my bath!"

Crap. That was one of the things he could remember from that night… Along with the steamy bits after burning the alcohol through 'exercise'. "H-how did you find out?"

She raised a condescending eyebrow. "What? Did you think that I wouldn't go and grill the twins for details?"

"Oh, gods..."


"Morrigan."

The voice that resonated through the chambers startled the young mage out of her focus, dispelling the magic that was gathered on her hands. "Ah! Y-yes Master?" she said, turning to face her father.

Grima stood at the door of her quarters, looking at her with an expectant frown. "How are your studies coming along? Have you made any progress with the Einherjars?" he asked, his tone calmer than what one would expect from a dark god.

The girl stood taking one of the cards and to focus her magic into it. The item responded to her call and the spirit of a spy named Matthew, who she learned came from a land called Ostia, manifested before her. The spirit's eyes were glassed over as he knelt at her feet. "I'm making progress. I can summon a few of the weaker spirits, but others are hard to control, especially if they had strong personalities in life."

"Understandable. That's part of your training after all. You need to impose your will on them, otherwise, they will be useless to us should they keep enough freedom to rebel."

Morrigan shuffled in place, debating with herself if she should bother her father with her questions. In the end, her desire for progress won over. "Do… Do you have any suggestions?"

To her surprise, her Master pondered the question for a moment before offering his advice. "Think of them as Risen. You can already direct the Risen to do your bidding; this is just the next step. You're familiar with the spells that allow us to control the bodies while retaining their combat prowess. Apply the same theory here."

That certainly sounded reasonable, and the young girl was already thinking of new possible tests to run for her assignment. "Understood! I will get to it right away!" Morrigan said with poorly concealed enthusiasm, much to her master's surprising amusement.

"Make sure you do. I look forward to your progress."


Time flew by and before anyone had noticed, the awaited date had arrived.

It was still too soon for a certain tactician.

Robin had prepared himself for this day for weeks, doing everything from getting the right clothes with Maribelle's 'help' as well as practicing ballroom dances with her and Cordelia. He felt prepared.

Maribelle, however, didn't feel the same.

"Stop fidgeting!" Maribelle scolded Robin, attempting to flatten every slight wrinkle on his suit. "It was already a challenge to tame that disaster you call hair and I will not have you give a bad impression in front of the entire court! And stop wrinkling the suit! I spent hours smoothing it out for you!"

"B–" the fulminating glare the troubadour gave silenced him. "S-Sorry..."

"Hmph! Just do not embarrass yourself in front of everybody. Impressions are important, especially for the new Grandmaster of Ylisse," the noblewoman said with finality. "Now, I need to check on Ricken. The poor dear always has problems with these kinds of events. I trust you will be fine on your own from here on?" she demanded more than asked.

"Yes. I think I can manage to not get myself killed in the next 10 minutes," Robin said slowly and with a surprising amount of sass.

"Keep that tone in check. It is unbecoming of a man, regardless of his commoner origins," Maribelle snapped with her departing words, leaving the tactician alone for a moment.

"I'm starting to regret winning this war," he grunted to himself, pulling at the collar of his suit.

"I hope you don't really mean that."

Robin snorted turning to see his best friend, followed by his faithful retainer. "I'm very close to doing so, Chrom," the tactician snarked. He then turned to the knight and gave him a nod. "Good evening, Frederick."

"Good evening, Robin," Frederick replied pleasantly. The knight and the tactician became much more civil with one another after their talk during the war, though it was still a long way before they became friends. "I see you're ready for the dance."

"Almost… just waiting for my partner to arrive." And wasn't that a kick in the teeth. Despite arguing with Rose–and a rather poor attempt at espionage that he will never mention to anyone– he had yet to physically meet his partner. Robin only hoped they could dance well enough together so that the day at least wouldn't end in a total disaster. "Speaking of which, have any of you seen Rose? She was supposed to be escorting her friend here tonight."

The pair shook their heads. "Not at all today," Chrom said before adding, "Shouldn't you have picked her up before coming here?"

Robin sighed, leaning on a column and looking outside the window. "I had intended to do so, but Rose had insisted that she needed to ' get everything right' ."

"That's not so bad."

Robin had to resist the urge to bang his head against the wall in exasperation. "She's been saying that all week. I haven't even met this Lady Lily. This better not be a prank..."

"Oh… I can see how that can be a problem," Chrom said, scratching his chin to hide his amusement. "Nice suit, by the way. It is strange to see you in colors other than beige and purple."

"Yeah, well, I decided to try something different this time, to complement what Rose said Lily's dress would be like," the tactician said puffing his chest. "I think I picked a good look."

"Didn't Maribelle pick your outfit?" Chrom teased with a smirk.

"Didn't Frederick pick your outfit?" Robin shot back.

"Yes, I did," the knight confirmed with a nod, making his lord sputter. "The last time we let milord pick his own suit, he ripped off one of the sleeves. Lady Emmeryn doesn't want a repeat of that," he said, leveling an unamused look at his charge.

Before Chrom could come up with a poor excuse for defense, a voice interrupted them from behind.

"Ladies, please. You both look lovely tonight, so quit your bickering."

The men recognized that voice and turned to greet the mercenary they were talking about just moments prior.

"Ah, Rose, th–" Chrom started just to fall silent, which Robin could understand.

Rose had her hair done in a braided bun, with light makeup accentuating her best features and giving her an attractive appearance. However, the mercenary wasn't wearing a dress or gown for the evening, unlike most of the women attending tonight. Instead, she was wearing a form-fitting white uniform with a blue sash running diagonally on the front. Simple golden embroidery adorned the fabric, with the Brand of the Exalt visible on her left shoulder. Knee-high leather boots were accompanied with moderately high heels to give a more feminine touch while still being practical. She carried herself with the poise of a queen, commanding respect.

It was a uniform that the two Ylissean natives recognized.

"That's a Ylissean military dress uniform," stated Frederick, giving her a once over.

"Phila insisted that I wear it and I didn't want to disappoint her," Rose said, shrugging. "We are friends."

"That's a terrifying thought," Frederick muttered. "But that uniform is only used by members of the Exalt's Guard."

Rose nodded and sighed. "That's true. I can tell many will feel uncomfortable with a Plegian wearing this uniform but there is a reason for it… aside from me not wanting to wear a dress."

"There is?" asked Chrom.

"Yes. As you are aware, my contract with you and the Shepherds is officially over."

The trio nodded. It was a topic they had touched on in the past weeks. Despite the commanding pair wanting her to continue with them, she insisted that she already had a contract, though she refused to divulge what it was.

It was all becoming clear now.

At least for Robin, that is.

"Yes. And you rejected the invitation to continue your services with us," Chrom said, unable to hide his disappointment.

"That's correct… because your sister hired me."

That took the prince back. "What?! Emmeryn hired you? This is the first time I've heard of this."

"You can ask her for her full reasons yourself, but the gist of it is that she desires to take a more proactive role in protecting the country. I will be part of that process, working as her liaison with you while also doing certain missions for her. So while I might not be a part of the Shepherds, I will still work with you in the foreseeable future under your sister's orders."

That was a surprise and one welcome by Robin. His fellow Plegian had always been a rock for him whenever he had felt doubt. She truly was like family to him, even more so than the other Shepherds, and Robin didn't want to lose that.

He didn't want to look too clingy though.

But that was a worry for another time. The man of the hour already had another thing to worry about.

"Eh, Rose," Robin started, looking around nervously. "Not to interrupt your explanation, I'm happy you will still be around, but this is kinda important… Where is–?"

The mercenary silenced him with a raised finger as if predicting his question, and started to slowly push him around the corner.

When he saw who was there, his jaw dropped.

There, in a gorgeous red and gold dress, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. And between the Shepherd ladies, the Pegasus Knights, and the bartender twins, it was quite a compliment.

Her skin was flawless, not a spot blemishing her creamy tone. Her emerald eyes were framed by hair of the most vibrant green, arranged in a beautiful hairdo held together by a string of scarlet silk. The dress hugged her curves, accenting them just the right way to enhance her alluring figure. The silvery moonlight reflected off of her skin, making it shine like sculpted marble and giving her the appearance of a midsummer dream. The way her lips curled only accentuated her beauty, showing fragments of her personality in that simple gest–

'Oh gods, I'm thinking like Virion!'

"Ah, you must be Robin," the beauty in front of him said with a smile gracing her pink lips. "I'm Lily. Rose has spoken highly of you," she said, offering her hand.

"Uhh–" Robin managed to push out, earning a giggle and a smirk from his partner for the evening, and an elbow from his fellow Plegian.

"You owe me," Rose whispered in his ear, getting a numb nod in return.

He did.

"Just relax and be natural," she continued while disregarding Lily's questioning, but amused, look.

Another elbow to his ribs snapped him out of his daze. "I mean, yes. I'm Robin. A pleasure to meet you milady," he said, taking her hand and placing a chaste kiss on it, feeling the soft skin against his lips.

The action earned a giggle that showed Lily's dimples. "Such a gentleman."

"I try my best," he said, letting his natural charm override his nerves. A moment later the bell rang, signaling the start of the event. "It's almost time. Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm to Lily.

The woman smiled and took the offer. "Please, lead the way."

As Robin walked away with his date, quickly followed by an amused Plegian and two dumbfounded Ylisseans, it occurred to him that night might not be so bad.


He's not someone of notice, Kellam knows that better than anyone. It hurts when his teammates forget about him but he doesn't begrudge them. It has its advantages though. It allowed the knight to pay attention and learn many things about those around him while they thought no one was around. He didn't take advantage of it as many would, but sometimes it couldn't be helped.

Like getting to watch the opening ceremony from a good spot.

It also helped him that he was the tallest Shepherd.

Soon enough, the doors to the royal balcony opened and the Exalt made her way to greet the guests, wearing an elegant white and gold dress that exposed her shoulders and forgoing her crown for the evening. Her hair was arranged in an elegant braid decorated with flowers. Kellam then noted that she was flanked by Captain Phila and, much to his surprise, Rose. Both women stood at attention, hands clasped behind them as Lady Emmeryn started to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I bid you all welcome to this celebration of our victory." she paused, waiting for the applause to die down "Before we start, though, I would like to say a few words. We lost much during this war. Friends. Family. But we remain strong. Let us not fall into a cycle of hate and vengeance. Plegia suffered too during the war, and it was our actions in the past that lead to their desire for conflict. But if we allow ourselves to fall into the thirst for vengeance it will only end with more blood spilled. More children losing their parents and growing up with hate in their hearts. It's our duty to not repeat past mistakes."

The tall knight found himself nodding at the words.

"I understand it's difficult and it will be a hard road ahead, but remember, I stand before you thanks to the assistance of two Plegians, as well as those that laid down their arms in their desire to end the conflict."

Robin and Rose. Those two were certainly pivotal to their victory, as well as saving Ylisstol and Lady Emmeryn. Kellam didn't dare imagine how much life would have been lost on their side. Otherwise, they might have been celebrating Chrom's coronation.

"And tonight, to kick off this event, I present the guest of honor who will be opening the night with the first dance. The man who slew Gangrel and helped the Royal family in their time of need, Grandmaster Robin of Ylisse and his partner, Lady Lily Pendragon."

Kellam's jaw dropped when he sees Robin's date. She was gorgeous. Emerald hair complimented by a gorgeous red dress. Robin was certainly a man with bizarre luck. Waking up with amnesia to be invited by a prince to be his tactician, only to fall into a war. Then to slay a king and being honored by the kingdom and landing such a beautiful date for a magical night.

It was as if a god was looking out for him.

"Geez, close your mouth when you're gawkin' at another man's date."

Kellam jumped in surprise and turned to watch with a certain red-haired cavalier watching with a frown.

"S-Sully! It's you!"

"Last time I checked," she drawled.

"Oh, umm... You look nice," he added noticing her outfit. It was a simple Ylissean dress uniform, instead of a ballroom dress like most other female Shepherds had elected to wear that night.

The cavalier snorted, earning a look from one of the noble that she chooses to ignore. "Could you imagine me in a dress?"

Kellam tried, but for the life of him, the image just wouldn't form. "Honestly no. It's just not you."

Sully guffawed. "Damn right it ain't, pipsqueak!" she declared, slapping him in the back. "Now come here. I ain't one to dance and I need someone to get drunk with."


"I can't believe you convinced the Voice of Naga to be Robin's date," Phila whispered, fighting the urge to shake her head as the trio made their way down from the balcony towards the main floor.

"I can be very convincing," Rose said with a sly smile.

Phila snorted and shook her head. "Convincing a demi-goddess to be your brother's date… That's a terrifying power," she snarked.

"Be glad I don't use it for evil."

Emmeryn laughed at the byplay between the knight and mercenary. It was funny how easily the two seemed to get along, despite Phila's usually frigid nature. Maybe in time the Wing Commander would call Rose a friend, and not just a professional acquaintance.

Arriving at the doors to the main hall, the Exalt called their attention. "I want both of you to be with me for a little while just so the nobles know Rose is with us. After that, I think you can take turns as my guard depending on how the night goes, so both of you can enjoy the festivities. Does that sound acceptable?"

Both women nodded, with Rose adding, "That sounds perfect. It gives me the chance to watch my brother dance in case something comes up that I can use to mess with him."

If anyone else saw it, they would have sworn Emmeryn smirked at the thought. She understood where Rose was coming from.

She was an older sister after all.


"You're quite the dancer, Sir Robin," Lily said as the pair bowed and stepped out of the dance floor.

"Please, just call me Robin. I think we can move to a more casual tone, if I may be so bold," he said, guiding his date towards a table reserved for them.

That earned a small giggle from the woman, which he counted as a victory. "Then just call me Lily."

"Very well, Lily, and thank you. It was a surprise to me to realize this skill," Robin admitted. "I assume Rose explained a little of my situation to you?"

Lily nodded, "Yes, she did mention your amnesia. I can't imagine what it's like to wake up with no memories though."

"I can be hard, but I try not to let it get to me. I have a good life now, so it's not like I can complain."

" We are not defined by our past, it's who we decide to be this moment that makes us who we are. "

"Mhairi Regan. The Man of Many Faces," Robin said, smiling at the fitting quote. "It's supposed to be a biography of King Marth."

Her face lit up at his recognition. "Ah, you are familiar with the title? It's one of my favorites. I do love to sit down under a tree and read a good book every now and then."

"I agree. It's a pretty rare book, though," Robin noted. "I thought only the royal libraries and holy temples had copies."

"I consider myself a bit of a historian. I love to find what people wrote about the past and how it compares to today so I made it a hobby to hunt down rare copies, though most of them are currently in my home in Valm."

"A traveler, a scholar, and beautiful to boot," Robin said, using his charm to earn a slight blush from his date. Some might have found it corny, but he wouldn't complain since it seemed to work. "You truly are full of surprises, Lily."

The green-haired woman took a glass of champagne and took a sip, before giving the tactician a mysterious smile.

"You have no idea."


Sumia sighed, leaning against a pillar for support. She had to make an excuse to get away from the other Pegasus Knights to have a moment for herself. It was difficult enough to stand as it was and she could only force so many smiles while they looked at her with concern.

"Sumia?" the familiar voice of a certain thief called from behind her. "What are you doing here alone?"

"Oh Gaius, I'm just taking a moment for myself," she said, forcing another smile. She looked at him, she had to admit he cleaned up nicely. "You look handsome in that suit."

"I know," he said with a roguish grin, earning an eye roll and a giggle from her. "Blue paid for our suits, so I picked a nice one. Never owned anything this expensive... that I didn't pilfer somewhere that is."

"Well, it is good to see you are moving up in the world", she said, enjoying the distraction. It was then that a pain in her legs made her wince. "Owww…."

"Are your legs still that bad?" the thief asked in concern.

"I can walk and move slowly but it's tiresome. And sometimes my legs act up," Sumia admitted. "I think"

"So not even one dance tonight?"

Sumia shrugged. "Maybe, but it's not like I have a date and I do have a reputation as a klutz. No one asks me to dance because they know I will just trip."

"Not if I support you."

That got her attention. "W-What?"

"Come on, you didn't get ready to spend the night like this. I'll take care of you," Gaius said, offering his hand. "A pretty girl should get at least one dance and I didn't groom myself like this for nothing either."

The klutz blinked. "S-sure," she said, taking his hand and leaning on him for support.

"Just tell me if it starts to hurt and we can sit down," he commented, slowly moving his body in a surprising and guiding Sumia with gentle dexterity.

"I-I'm alright. It doesn't hurt with your support," she said, relaxing into his arms. "I don't think I ever danced for so long without tripping."

"Maybe you just needed the right partner," Gaius commented with a cocky smirk.

Sumia looked at him and her imagination ran wild. A dashing rogue, abandoning his thieving ways to do the right thing and stop and assassination. Now serving the Crown, the ex-thief protected her, offering her comfort and was now dancing with the simple knight in the Royal Palace after winning the war.

But this is real, not fantasy.

She smiled, leaning on him. "Maybe."


Watching Chrom dance with the noble girls made Cordelia feel something in the pit of her stomach. Strangely, it wasn't as strong a reaction as she would've expected from watching the man she claimed to love dancing with other women.

"Honestly, Cordi. Either ask him for a dance or stop torturing yourself," Sorano said.

"I couldn't! He's a prince and he's above my station," the captain said. "It could only work if he made the first move. Otherwise, I might look like a desperate gold-digger."

"Oh please, like he is one to care about who makes the first move," Elsa said, taking a bite of a royal pastry that probably costs more than her monthly pay. "We all have seen that Prince Chrom is not like other noblemen."

"...But what if he says no?" Cordelia asked.

"Then you can move on with your life," Anise said with a roll of her eyes. "Or you could finally accept your true feelings about another certain someone."

"What do you mean?"

Her battle sisters just smiled.

"I feel like I'm missing something here," Cordelia said in a flat tone, earning giggles from her friends. "Where are Samantha and Grace, by the way?" she asked, only to have Elsa point to the dance floor.

Turning, Cordelia saw said pair lost in each other's eyes as the music washed over them. "Ah. Well, good for them."

"Yep. At least some us are getting some action tonight..." Sorano said, earning a slap to the back of her head from Anise.

"Well, you know about me, but what about you girls? where are your dates?" the red-haired captain asked.

The trio pointed at their glasses of alcohol.

"Oh."

"Yep," the girls said with a synchronized sigh.

The four dateless beauties spent some time talking and enjoying each other's company when a familiar man made their way towards their table.

"Ah Cordelia, good evening," Stahl said, walking towards their table. He nodded to the other women with her. "Ladies."

"Hi Stahl," Sorano greeted, with the others waving at him.

Stahl cut a handsome figure in his suit. Not as high quality as what the nobles were wearing, but it fit him well. Despite Miriel calling him average, he certainly had a nice physique, which the knightesses could appreciate.

Still...

"Stahl, should you be walking around?" Cordelia asked in concern, standing up to check on him like the mother hen she was.

The cavalier scratched his head nervously and gave a chuckle. "Well, I'm much better thanks to the treatments, so Angela cleared me for the night. I think I can handle some dancing... if I had a partner, that is," he hinted, which seemed to go over Cordelia's head, making her sisters groan in frustration. "What do you say? Would you join me?"

That took Cordelia by surprise. Her eyes momentarily flickered towards Chrom, "I..."

"Would love to," answered her battle sisters, pushing the redhead towards the cavalier's arms, almost making her trip on her dress.

Cordelia whirled at them with wide eyes only to find them smiling in return.

"But if she doesn't want to..." Anise said, giving the cavalier a sultry look. "I dare say you have three other beautiful, lonely girls that could keep you company tonight."

Like cold water into a furnace, that feeling she thought she would get for Chrom came in full force at the comment. It didn't help that Sorano winked at him and Elsa gave him a once over, making him blush.

"Sure, Stahl," Cordelia said, her tone a little more possessive than expected, making her question where that feeling came from. Taking his hand and earning an eager smile from the man, she replied, "I would love to dance with you tonight."

Her sisters grinned, with Cordelia unaware this was their intention the whole time. "Now shoo! Enjoy the night!"

As the pair walked away from the table, Cordelia could have sworn they were muttering something that sounded like, "Finally, some progress… make your bets on who makes the first move..."

"Hey, if you would prefer to sit this one out, I'm not offended," Stahl said, noticing her trepidation.

Cordelia quickly shook her head. "No no, it's just–"

"You wanted to dance with Chrom."

Her eyes widened. "I-!" He knew, of course he did. He and Sumia are her oldest friends, so it's no surprise they had noticed. "Am I really that transparent?"

"Well, I dare say the old man is pretty dense to not notice," Stahl commented, putting his hand on her waist as they started to dance.

"Stahl!" Cordelia said, slapping his arm, but still laughing. "He's barely older than us."

"I'm just saying. Having a beautiful girl, head over heels for you and not noticing can make an average guy like me feel pretty jealous," he commented, taking slow steps in synch with her, just like they used to do when they were little.

"Oh stop! If you continue talking like that, I might think you have fallen for me," she jested.

Her heartbeat quickened when Stahl has her a small smile, his cheeks rosy. "Heh… Funny you say that..."


It was fun for a certain Fellblood to see the Shepherds mingle and relax. It also verified Rose's questions on who would end up with who. Despite not getting involved much with this version of her comrades, the tactician couldn't help the curiosity

She was always a bit of a matchmaker when she was the tactician of the Shepherds, placing potential couples together on the battlefield.

Call it a guilty pleasure.

Rose watched with a forlorn smile as the couples she remembered started forming in this mirrored world.

Nowi pulling Donnel into the dance floor as the young farm boy tried to keep up with the excited manakete.

Lissa and Henry laughing as they talked and danced, much to the chagrin of some nobles.

Not Maribelle, though. She was too busy dancing with an awkward Ricken, who looked adorable in his little tuxedo.

Slowly dancing on their own corner, the socially awkward dorks Lon'qu and Olivia remained in an embrace, letting the music wash over them.

Libra conversing with a reluctant Tharja, who kept stealing glances at Robin and glaring at the manakete.

Anna and Gregor laughing as they drank together in one of the tables near the Feroxi.

Frederick taking Miriel's hand and guiding her to the dance floor.

Vaike and Panne talking outside, away from the prissy nobles.

Sully standing alone, meaning she was talking with Kellam most likely.

Gaius supporting Sumia as she slowly danced with a small smile on her face.

Cordelia smiling as she danced with Stahl, maybe finally realizing her feelings.

Virion was sweet-talking some vapid noble girls that were falling for his antics, though it's not a surprise since Cherche was not around to steal his attention.

Basilio and Flavia drank together, scaring the softer nobles away from the Feroxi rulers.

Only Priam and Say'ri were missing, but well… it was still a long time to see if it was the same for them.

But for now, everything seemed to be the same as in her timeline.

Rose took a sip of her wine as she watched Robin and Tiki dance with smiles on their faces, enjoying each other's company.

At least some teasing material came out of this.

"Shouldn't you be enjoying the celebrations, Lady Rose?"

Turning to see the Exalt and her guard, Rose smiled pleasantly. "Ah, Your Grace," she said, making sure to use the formal title in case someone was listening. "It's fine for now. Is it time for me to trade roles with Phila?"

Emmeryn shook her head, a smile still in place. "Oh, do not worry too much. In fact, I was about to tell Phila to rest and enjoy the festivities."

Startled, the Pegasus Commander turned to her queen. "But Your Gr–"

"Now, now, Phila," the Exalt said, waving off her retort. "I understand your concern but we are in the same room, there is no need to worry so much. We are surrounded by soldiers and we are meant to celebrate. You have been so stressed these past weeks, so please take a moment to relax."

A myriad of emotions passed through Phila's face before she relented in defeat. "I… very well. I will try to relax," she said as if the words were foreign to her.

"Here, you look like you need it," Rose said, offering her a glass of wine.

Phila took it and sighed, "Thank you."

"See? Was it so bad?" Emmeryn said with that serene smile of hers.

Phila just grumbled something earning a giggle from her queen.

"Ah Lady Emmeryn, I finally see you."

The trio looked to see a handsome, auburn-haired man in his late twenties and Rose would have to be blind to miss the way Emmeryn's face lit up at this his arrival. "Aedan! It is such a relief to see well!"

"I should be the one saying those words, your Grace. After all, you are the one that almost got executed," Aedan said bowing and placing a kiss on the Exalt's hand. He then turned towards Phila and Rose.

"Commander Phila! It's good to see you as well."

"Aedan," Phila greeted with a nod.

Noticing Rose, Aedan moved and offered his hand to the tactician. "Oh, pardon my manners milady, but I haven't had the pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Aedan Amell, a sorcerer in the employment of the crown."

That's a new name. She couldn't say she ever met him in her past lives. "I'm Rose Sustrai, the pleasure is mine," the mercenary said, shaking his hand with a smile.

His eyes widened in recognition. "Ah! I've heard of you! You not only saved Ylisstol but also the life of Lady Emmeryn! We owe you a great debt," the sorcerer said with something shining in his eyes.

Gaining a rosy tint on her cheeks, Rose brushed off the praise. "Well, the former was a collective effort, while the latter was Sir Robin's plan. I just played my ro–"

"I also heard you have been tutoring Sir Robin in ice magic! That's one of the rarest examples of elemental magic in the continent!"

"Well, I wouldn't go s–"

"And that spell you used against the Plegian Army!" the sorcerer cut her off again. "That was Valflame, no? Oh, we need to share notes!"

"Uhhh..."

Emmeryn giggled at the antics. "As excitable as always," she said, shaking her head fondly. "Aedan is an old friend of mine. We studied magic and history together under his father." The Exalt then turned to the man, "How is your father doing? I heard he injured during the siege."

The sorcerer sighed and smiled. "You know my father, he is too stubborn to die. He is angrier that he can't get back to his research than being injured. I think it's time for him to retire as head of the Arcanum, though."

"I could try to convince him, but we both know it would require me to use the Feroxi troops to pry him from his desk," Emmeryn said, covering a giggle with her hand.

While the old friends laughed together, Rose turned to Phila with a raised eyebrow. The knight just shrugged, taking another sip of her wine.

"Ah, Your Grace. Would it be bold of me to ask you for a dance?"

Rose was surprised with the genuine smile on Emmeryn's face as she took Aedan's hand. "I would be delighted. If you excuse me, Phila. Rose."

As the pair departed into the dance floor, Rose turned towards Phila, "...Are they?"

"It's nothing official," Phila said, refilling her wine. "Honestly, they have been… crushing on each other, for the lack of a better term, since their teen years. Only their duties have prevented them from anything formal. But I think that after her brush with death, Emmeryn might be willing to take the first step," she commented, knowing no nobles were around the pair to eavesdrop. Phila smiled softly as she watched Emmeryn dance with the sorcerer. "About time I say. She deserves such happiness after all she has done for this country."

Oh.

OH!

This is new.

She never met the man in her previous lives, but if he died during the Siege of Ylisstol it made sense it never came to light after Emmeryn's passing.

A sigh brought Rose back to the present.

"Excuse me. It seems I need to stop Lena from flirting with that poor waitress and embarrassing the entire Pegasus Knights,"

"Is that so bad?"

"It wouldn't if I didn't know for a fact that she is trying to invite her for a threesome with her girlfriend," Phila stated, pinching the bridge of her nose. "She always does that..."

"Ah..."

"Indeed..." With that, Phila departed, leaving Rose alone with her thoughts.

It was the third time she assisted this event, the first time she didn't assist as Chrom's date, though. Even in her last life, they were still in good enough terms to come together, despite Lucina's early warnings against a traitor.

"Are you not going to dance tonight, Rose."

Of course.

Turning around, she greeted the blue-haired prince that moved to her side. "I could ask you the same thing. Are there not plenty of maidens willing to take your hand tonight?"

Chrom flinched. "Well, yes, but they tend to be a little… touchy."

Rose's response was something between a snort and a scoff. "I wonder why would some young girl try to get touchy with the Prince of the Halidom during such a gala."

"I'm not that dense, Rose," Chrom said with a sigh. "I understand the perils of my position, as Robin saw fit to remind me. I do think some of them are genuinely friendly without any hidden intentions."

'Fat chance of that.'

"Still, are you not going to at least dance once tonight?" he asked.

"Kinda hard without a partner and I don't see any man here running to invite the strange Plegian mercenary to the dance floor," she snarked back.

"Ah, that won't do."

"Hmm?" she asked, turning to see him and have a surge of painful memories pierce her heart.

"Milady, would you do me the honor to take this dance?" Chrom said with an exaggerated bow, earning looks from the nobles around him.

Those were the same words he uttered two lifetimes ago when they celebrated this same victory before their marriage.

"Tsk, really?" she said with a raised eyebrow, her tone level to hide her inner turmoil.

"Of course! After all, I owe you plenty. I figure this is the least I could do," he said, hand still extended.

" Such a reward, " she snarked, earning a smile from the prince.

Maybe it was the wine and loneliness talking, or maybe it was just the desire to lost herself in her memories that pushed Rose's decision.

"I…suppose," Rose said in defeat, downing the last of her wine. Taking his hand, she gave him a wry smile, "Oh alright, just don't step on my toes."

Chrom returned the smile, "Even if I could, I would never dream of hurting you."


It was surprising how well Rose matched his steps.

Every twirl and step he took, she matched with expert ease, almost as if she had danced with him countless times before. It was a strange, but not unwelcome, experience to have such a dance partner. Dancing was never his strong suit, but Chrom couldn't deny his enjoyment at having a partner that just clicked with him.

"You're pretty good at this type of dance," the prince commented.

Rose hummed in response. "I have experience," she admitted. "My... late husband and I used to dance a lot. You're surprisingly a lot like him. This is… nostalgic," she said with a longing tone.

Curious but not willing to ruin the night with bad memories, Chrom quickly changed the subject. "I feel the need to thank you again."

"What for?" the Plegian asked, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

"For joining us in Ferox. For helping Robin more than I ever could. For protecting Ylisstol when I couldn't. For saving Emmeryn," Chrom said, listing her contributions. "I can easily say, losing to you on Ferox was one of the best things to have happened to me. I don't want to imagine how things would've turned out had you not been here to offer your support."

"I'm just glad you will never have to know. I have no doubt you would have succeeded, but maybe the price would've been much higher."

"Of that, I have no doubt," he admitted. As they slowed their steps as the song neared its end, he looked at her directly, attempting to convey his sincerity. "You and Robin… Without you two, I don't think I would've made it this far. I can honestly say I'm honored to call you a friend."

A conflicted expression crossed her face for a split second before she responded. "I… Thank you, Prince. I think I can consider you a friend too," Rose said, giving him a curtsy. "And thank you for the dance, Chrom," she added with a genuine smile that made him feel proud. "I think that's enough, least the nobles start spreading rumors."

The prince chuckled and smiled bashfully. "I understand and it was my pleasure."


Robin decided to end the night with a walk through the Royal Gardens, which Tiki knew was Rose's idea. Probably from one of those trashy romance novels she denied reading. Still, it was a nice gesture. The gardens were magnificent, with flora from all around the Halidom, expertly tended and untouched by the war. It was a relaxing sight, especially under the shining full moon and enchanted torches illuminating their path.

The Voice saw other couples walking around, both nobles and commoners enjoying the sights. The gardens were open to the public as part of the celebration, though only those that wanted privacy came all the way to the castle. Most were enjoying the celebrations either in the ballroom or the city proper.

Sadly, they were a bitter reminder of things she could never have. The curse of being not only long-lived but also a religious figure meant Tiki was destined to a life lacking any sort of romantic partnership.

Not wanting to let that bitter reminder, she focused on her 'date'. She could still enjoy such events, rare as they were.

"Thank you for your companionship tonight, Robin," Tiki said sitting on one of the stone benches under a beautiful tree with golden leaves. "I know Rose kind of pushed this on you, but I enjoyed this evening."

"As did I milady," Robin said, taking her hand and placing a theatrically chaste kiss on it, eliciting a beautiful laugh from the green-haired woman. "In truth, I'm the one that has to thank you. I have to admit I was panicking at the idea of finding a date that wouldn't cause a scandal… or that I wouldn't freeze at asking one out," he admitted, earning another giggle from her. "I have to thank Rose for convincing such a beautiful woman to agree to be the date of a simple man such as I."

"Quite the charmer, and a humble one at that," Tiki said, smiling at the blushing tactician. It seemed despite the little night out Rose arranged for him, he was still self-conscious. "It's the first time in a long time that I had the chance to enjoy myself in the company of a gentleman."

"Surely that can't be the case," Robin said, blinking in surprise. "Excuse me if I overstep myself, but I would imagine a lady such as yourself would have no shortage of suitors."

Oh, if only he knew. Tiki had to admit it would be fun to imagine his face when he inevitably learns of her true identity in the future.

"You'd be surprised. Many consider me unapproachable. I haven't had a date in…" Tiki started, only to frown. "Well ever, now that I think about it." It sounded worse when she said it out loud.

Robin shook his head. "I can't believe it… Any man would be lucky to have you at his side. Smart, funny, and if I may be so bold, beautiful."

Tiki blushed. It wasn't the first time a man had complimented her. But the few pilgrims had done so always did it out of self-interest or simple politeness.

"Beautiful, huh?" she teased. It was fun to behave like a normal person, not bound by her semi-divine status.

It was clear she cornered him with her little jab, "If I'm lying may Naga strike me down."

Sending a quick prayer to her mother not to do such a thing, Tiki smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, Robin."

The pair sat under the tree for a while, talking about any topic that came up and enjoying each other's company. It was a nice change of pace for the manakete. She could hardly believe that such a nice man could carry the heart of such a vile creature. The more she talked to him, the more she felt personally invested in saving him from his destiny. He might be Grima's avatar, but Robin himself was a good man. Smart and a bit socially awkward, but good.

And not a bad looking one.

Soon enough, the castle's bell rang, indicating that the event was over and soon it would time for the guests to depart.

"It seems our time together it's at its end," Robin noted with a disappointed smile. "You're staying with Rose, right? Allow me to walk you home," he offered.

"Do not worry, I will be leaving with Rose to go back home together. The Exalt arranged for a carriage for us as a thank you for her assistance."

"I see. Well, then. Thank you for putting up with me tonight."

Feeling bold, maybe due to Rose's bad influence, Tiki leaned in and gave Robin a kiss on the cheek as a sign of gratitude. Her lips barely touched the edges of his, but she could still feel his body heat rising. "Thank you for making this night one to remember, Robin. I shall see you later," she said, departing with a slight pink tint on her cheeks.

Taking a glance back as his silly smiling face, she couldn't help to give one last giggle.

She was allowed some fun every century or so.


Wisps of aether magic danced across Morrigan's hands, answering to her whims. The girl directed the power into one of the Einherjar cards that she specially selected. She knew this had the risk of enraging her father but she needed to do this.

It had been so long…

Morrigan breathed life into the specter, summoning the echo of a woman, who started to form.

The young mage watched with trepidation as her spell weaved itself into success, then she pulled off her hood.

Revealing green hair and pointy ears.

Just like her mother's.

Morrigan locked eyes with the spectral visage of the Voice of Naga. The Einherjar of Tiki stood in front of the young girl, looking at her like a stranger with glassy eyes. No surprise there, for the spell was still incomplete and this version of Tiki didn't have memories of her daughter in any case.

That didn't stop Morrigan from wrapping her arms around the specter, imagining the familiar warmth missing from the ghost's cold skin. She loved her father, even if he had become colder since her passing, but there was not replacing the loving embrace of her mother.

The Einherjar didn't reciprocate.


Dropping into his chair, Robin relaxed with a smile on his face. Last night had been exhausting but more enjoyable than he could've imagined. Lily was a delightful company, easily keeping up with him during their conversations. Like she had decades or centuries of knowledge locked away in her mind. A smart, beautiful woman that made this a night to remember. Touching his cheek, he knew he wouldn't mind seeing her again.

He really needed to make it up to Rose for getting her to agree to be his date.

Looking at his messy desk, Robin took Rose's note with tips for his date. It was surprisingly helpful and he had to laugh. She really looked out for him. Almost made him feel like a puppy.

With a chuckle, he placed it on his desk next to Marth's notes about the future. He really needed to figure out how they could possibly have gotten that information. Being able to gain knowledge of the future would help tremendously in future conflicts.

It was then that something caught his eye. Taking Marth's note he narrowed his eyes and scrutinized it. Eyes widening, he pulled out many notes he had lying around to compare it. It could be a coincidence, but the more he checked the more things looked connected. After nearly an hour of running through all the scenarios and possibilities, Robin had enough. His good mood gone, he took the notes and rushed out the door.

He needed answers.

Rose was in good spirits, enjoying a cup of tea in the new office Emmeryn had assigned to her. A smile stole its way into her face as she thought about the ball and losing herself in the old good memories she still retained. Dancing with Chrom had been conflicting, but...nice. It was nice to remember the good times even though Rose knew there was no going back to how things were. Not only was this a different timeline, but she had changed too much.

She was risking too much already, anyway. But she could afford a new friendship.

'Heh, so much for not getting too involved with them,' Rose thought ruefully, thinking back at her original plans.

Maybe this was how every Lucina felt when they had to focus on their mission.

They were no different, it seemed. Maybe she could make peace with this Lucina, for she had not done anything to her. And she had been kind of a bitch to the girl…

Those were thoughts for another time. Right now, she had to plenty of information on Valm to check on while thinking on ways to tease Tiki and her brother about their date. She wanted the juicy details and while the manakete kept her lips sealed, her satisfied smile spoke volumes.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Robin burst into the room, nearly knocking her cup of tea on the floor.

"Robin, what the f–"

He pointed at the piece of paper.

One that she recognized.

"You wrote this, not Marth," he accused, his tone sharp as a steel blade. "The handwriting matches yours perfectly, down to how you dotted the 'i' and curve the 's'. Don't deny it. I checked with all your notes multiple times and they match. The probability of it being identical is too low, not to mention it fits your strange suggestions perfectly." His eyes narrowed. "Now, tell me the truth. How did you know this? Why say it was from Marth? Why lie? Who are you? "

Rose blinked.

'Well, shit.'


AN: Does Phila count as a retainer? I mean, she is the leader of the Pegasus Knights but she also takes care of Emmeryn in this. Frederick is for Chrom and Lissa, obviously. I thought for a while about who to pair Emmeryn with and honestly, I couldn't see her with a Shepherd without forcing it.

Then it occurred to me that why not an OC? Plenty died during the war so he might have died in the past and with Rose saving Ylisstol she spared his life, and now with Emmeryn alive, they can finally pursue their relationship after such close encounters with death. Just because Emmeryn doesn't have many friends, doesn't mean she doesn't have any. Or if they had a secret relationship and all those that knew died the Chrom and Lissa never found out.

I also figured that despite being "medieval" it's been long enough in the timeline for same-sex relations to be common, with only nobles having issues with it as it might affect their bloodlines.

And so, most of the pairings are revealed. At least for the first-gen. Most, since there are still a few twists and turns left for the characters.

Thanks to Victory3114, Shipping Rates Apply and Xbro Kong for checking my atrocious grammar.