Fire Emblem: Three Houses

The Hound of Siorus

Chapter 5: Past Memories

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem Three Houses. All rights go to Nintendo.

Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait. Work's been hectic lately and I've been struggling with writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy.

DAY 5 OF GREAT TREE MOON, IMPERIAL YEAR 1180

Han had found some herbs that would help Konnor fall asleep quicker than he thought. Though the herbalist was a bit tricky in tracking down, the herbs he needed were easy to find and quite cheap.

"Better check around town to see where everything is," Han responded. "That way, Konnor and I will know where to go in case we ever need anything." The mage looked around the town and checked for all the important locations, including restaurants, taverns, blacksmiths, herbalists, medicine, anything he felt would be important later.

After looking around town, Han started on his way back up to the Monastery with the herbs he had bought. He hoped they'd help Konnor fall asleep and reduce the risk of having a nightmare. If they didn't work as instructed, he'd go back to town and look up new ones.

"Perhaps I should bring Ashe along next time," Han thought. "He's good at herbology if I remember correctly. He'd have a better eye for identifying herbs than me."

Upon arriving back at the Monastery, Han was greeted by the sight of Seteth, a stern expression on his face as usual. The man stood in Han's path, indicating that he had been waiting for him.

"Hanraoi," Seteth addressed.

"Yes, sir?" Han replied, almost immediately knowing what this was about.

"It caught my attention that two students were blasted back to the Monastery by a magic spell," Seteth brought up. "They're claiming you're the one who did it. Is that true?" Han sighed.

"It is," he confessed.

"I fail to understand what possessed you to do such a thing," Seteth reprimanded. "Those students could've been seriously hurt, perhaps even killed. You're lucky all they got was some bumps and bruises."

"I heard the students talking badly about my friend and I let my emotions get the better of me," Han admitted.

"You mean Konnor Siorus?" Seteth asked. "I've heard about him. He's currently heir to House Siorus, correct?"

"He is, though he's also adopted. He bears neither noble blood or a Crest, so many nobles tend to be…insulting towards him."

As much as Han wanted to regret letting his emotions get the better of him, a part of him didn't want to. He was tired of hearing people mock Konnor behind his back and view him as inferior. His friend had done much to earn the respect and love of his people and fellow knights, but the nobility shallowly judged him for not possessing a Crest.

"Hanraoi, I understand that it can be challenging not to get angry when a friend of yours is being insulted or mocked," Seteth replied, his expression softening a bit. "I've heard much about Konnor. I must say he's very lucky to have a friend like you at his side."

"I appreciate that, Seteth," Han responded.

"However, you cannot use your magic to physically harm students simply for throwing a few insults," Seteth stated. "Trust me; as someone who has had their fair share of being insulted behind their backs, I understand how you're feeling."

"I cannot imagine why people would insult you," Han spoke. "You seem stern, but a good man." Seteth chuckled.

"Han, after you're here for a month, you'll understand exactly what I mean. Besides the point, I must ask you to refrain from using your magic to harm any more students. You know Konnor; they don't. Don't let their petty insults get to you."

Han let out a heavy sigh. His mind knew Seteth was right, but his heart kept saying he was wrong. Han was certain that if women truly got to know Konnor for who he was, they'd pile over each other to be his girlfriend and perhaps wife. But in this world, it was nothing but wishful thinking.

"I'll let you off with a warning this time, but should you do something like this again, there will be consequences," Seteth warned. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Han replied.

"Well, then, if we understand one another, I have nothing else to tell you," Seteth replied. "Have a good day." He then walked back to the Monastery, leaving Han by himself.

He knew Seteth was right. No matter what insults the students were throwing at Konnor, he couldn't use his magic to harm them in retaliation. They could've been killed by the landing in Garreg Mach, something Han knew, but in his anger, didn't care.

As Konnor's future right-hand man, he had to show exemplary self-control, to keep his emotions under control in the case when Konnor did not. He needed to be better, to not let his emotions get the better of him, especially anger.


Konnor had just finished writing a letter to Lord Siorus to inform him that he and Hanraoi had made it safely to Garreg Mach. It read:

"Lord Siorus,

I'm writing you this letter to inform you that Hanraoi and I have made it safely to Garreg Mach Monastery and have enrolled in the Officers' Academy. I've met up with Ashe again and actually met His Highness, Dimitri. Ashe is doing well as usual, considering what's happened since Christophe was executed by the Church. I can only hope Lord Lonato and Ashe's siblings are holding up well.

I sparred with Prince Dimitri. People weren't lying when they said he was strong, not only in terms of skill, but physical strength as well. Every time he hit my training weapon, it felt like I had been hit by a powerful blast of wind. I am so happy that he and I will be in the Blue Lions together this year.

I really wish Garreth and Bardon were here. I long looked forward to coming here with the two of them when the time came. I can only hope to honor their memories by doing well here. I'll write you when I can and I pray that when Prince Dimitri ascends the throne, he'll restore order in our homeland. Until then, remain safe.

Konnor Faoladh Siorus."

The seal of House Siorus was stamped on the letter with blue ink, sealing it closed. When writing the letter to his adoptive father, Konnor had struggled about what topics to speak of.

One of them was his sudden interest in the songstress, Dorothea. She definitely seemed like a nice woman and someone that Konnor was quickly growing fond of, but she still didn't know about his lack of a Crest and not being of noble birth. He didn't see why it should bother her, considering she was a commoner, but that fear and anxiety simply refused to leave him.

Would his adoptive father approve of him potentially courting a commoner? He knew Lord Siorus to be a noble and just man, but unions between nobles and commoners wasn't an easy discussion to have. Konnor couldn't care less if he married a noble or a commoner, but after all the rejected marriage proposals, he wouldn't be surprised if he did end up marrying a commoner.

The other topic was Hanraoi's insistence that Konnor search for a noble bride. Konnor understood where his friend was coming from, but it felt impossible now. Without noble blood and a Crest, he was an undesirable marriage candidate amongst the nobility, something that had the potential to endanger House Siorus's future.


A seventeen-year-old Konnor walked through the stone halls of Castle Siorus, making his way to see his adoptive father as summoned. He hadn't seen him much for a long while now since he was very busy trying to maintain stability in Siorus territory. It felt like forever since Konnor had spent any real time with his adoptive father.

He approached the doors to his father's study and knocked. When he heard 'Enter', Konnor grabbed the handle, pushed the door open and walked inside to see Lord Siorus sitting at a desk.

It was obvious that the past four years had taken a toll on him. His once properly combed black hair was now shoulder-length and unruly, as if someone had put their hands on his head and messed it all up. His usually clean-shaven face was now covered in black facial hair, which had grown quite long. His blue eyes, once filled with much joy, wisdom and love, were now dull and near lifeless.

The letter he was holding in his hand clearly didn't help him at all.

"Yes, Lord Siorus?" Konnor addressed, bowing before his adoptive father and lord.

"I received news from House Gideon," Lord Siorus informed.

"And?" Lord Siorus shook his head and threw the paper in the fireplace nearby.

Yet again, they refused to arrange a marriage between Konnor and a noble maiden of the house. Konnor shook his head in frustration and contemplated breaking something, but restrained himself out of respect for Lord Siorus.

"I'm sorry, Konnor," Lord Siorus apologized. "I was truly hoping they'd arrange the marriage."

"It's because I'm adopted," Konnor brought up. "And I don't have a Crest."

"Konnor-"

"It's always the same reason, Lord Siorus. No one in the nobility will want me!" He turned away from his adoptive father, not out of disrespect, but to hear the tears forming in his eyes.

"My son?" Lord Siorus asked as he heard sniffling.

"Please…just enough," Konnor pleaded, his voice cracking and filled with pain. "Just stop with the marriage proposals. The nobles have made it perfectly clear: no one wants a Crestless orphan."


"I'm sorry, Lord Siorus," Konnor apologized quietly. "I want to be a good heir, son and knight to you, for everything you've done for me. But…I don't know if I can. I don't know I can do the task you require of me."

SLAP! The loud slap was followed by a loud male cry of pain. A young woman appeared from around the corner before stopping and turning around.

"You lecherous pig!" she barked angrily. "You cheating scoundrel!"

"Hold on," a male called out. "Why would I cheat on someone as lovely as you?"

"I SAW you kissing another girl," the young woman cried out. "Ugh! You are the worst!" The young woman then stomped off.

Curious, Konnor walked over to see who the man was that had been slapped. He was a taller young man with messy red hair, brown eyes and a rather slender build compared to Konnor's.

"You okay?" Konnor asked, despite holding an already sour opinion towards the young man based on what he heard and saw.

"I'm fine," the redhead assured. "Yeesh, that hurt." He rubbed his cheek, most presumably the one that had been slapped.

This reminded Konnor all too much of his deceased brother, who was notorious for womanizing. He lost track of how many times he found Garreth with a burning red hand mark on his cheek or heard him scream out in pain after being 'kicked' by women he flirted with. It was either that…or seeing his brother 'wrapped up' with another woman.

"Garreth!" Konnor cried out at the age of 15. He was walking through the inn where he, his 19 year old brother and knights were staying for the night after fighting off bandits. They were getting ready to return to Castle Siorus and report back to Lord Siorus. However, only Garreth remained unaccounted for, so Konnor made his way to his brother's room and knocked on the door.

"Garreth!" Konnor called. "We have to leave! Please tell me you're ready to go!" There was a feminine shriek heard inside, causing Konnor to unsheathe his sword and bust the door open. Once inside, he saw his brother without his shirt and a village girl half dressed in her undergarments.

"Garreth," Konnor growled lowly as he gestured for the woman to dress up and leave the room. "You know we had to leave in the morning. Is it really too much to ask of you to be ready on time?" Garreth laughed.

"Come on. You surely don't mean to leave all these village girls behind without fulfilling their desires, do you?"

"You mean take them to bed and have sex with them. Yeah, no thanks. Unlike you, I don't want to get boyfriends, brothers and fathers angry-"

"Boyfriends?" Garreth gasped. "Hey, give me some credit. I never slept with a woman who was taken…at least, I didn't know was taken."

"Just please get up," Konnor requested. "We need to go back home and report to Father." Garreth groaned before getting up and putting his shirt and armor back on while Konnor prayed that they wouldn't be chased by an angry brother or father.

Two minutes later, Garreth was lying in the ground, having been slapped so hard by the woman from earlier that he appeared almost dead. Konnor groaned and shook his head in annoyance. Their knights offered to arrest the woman, but Konnor ordered them to stand down.

"If my brother wasn't such a womanizing idiot, everything would be fine," Konnor groaned.

"This brings back some memories," Konnor said to himself before walking over and helping the redhead to his feet.

"Thanks," he replied. When he looked at Konnor, he gazed intently at something near Konnor's neck. He was looking at the emblem on his necklace, which he immediately recognized.

"You're Konnor Siorus, aren't you?" he asked, much to Konnor's shock.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "How do you know?"

"That's the emblem of House Siorus," Sylvain pointed out to the emblem of two dogs holding weapons on Konnor's necklace. "My old man has a lot of respect for you and your house."

"Well, thanks," Konnor replied. "So…what's your name?"

"It's Sylvain," he informed.

Sylvain Jose Gautier. According to what Dimitri said, he was infamous for his skirt chasing, which often landed him in trouble. Konnor thought that the prince might've been exaggerating a bit, but after seeing this, it's clear he was right.

"So…if you don't mind me asking, what was that about?" Konnor asked. "She looked pretty mad."

"Oh, she and I just had a misunderstanding on who was dating who," Sylvain claimed. "She took it the wrong way and this happened." He pointed to the red hand mark on his cheek, having been inflicted by the young woman.

"Well, that had to hurt," Konnor replied, though based on what Dimitri said, Sylvain most likely deserved it.

"YOU!" another female voice cried out from behind Sylvain. A young woman marched up to Sylvain with immense anger in her eyes and her teeth bared with rage.

"Hey," he greeted. "How've you been, beautiful~?"

"Don't you even START!" she barked. "You chauvinistic, shameless pig! How dare you cheat on me!"

"You cheated on TWO women?" Konnor asked, raising an eyebrow. Sylvain looked over at Konnor with a panicked expression and the woman with a confused expression that quickly changed to burning rage.

"You PIG!" she roared as she pulled out a magic tome and prepared to cast spells. Sylvain quickly started running away while the young woman cast fire and lightning spells on him, showing a clear intent of hurting him.

"Uhhh…." Konnor sighed, taking in everything that had just happened. In the span of a few moments of meeting Sylvain, he saw him get slapped by one woman and then chased by another. He couldn't decide whether to laugh or groan.

"Oh, my gosh," he decided to groan and shake his head. "Dimitri wasn't exaggerating one bit. Though…it was kind of nice that he recognized me."

It lifted Konnor's spirits that in spite of Sylvain clearly being a troublemaker, he recognized him by the emblem he wore on his necklace. He had no idea his name had reached as far as House Gautier, one of the northernmost houses in Faerghus.

When he looked down at his hand and saw the letter he was holding, he remembered what he was on his way to do. He started making his way to the rookery where the messenger birds were for students and faculty to write to people back in their native countries. Luckily, it wasn't too far from where he was.

"You," a male voice addressed very directly. "Stop." Konnor stopped as soon as he heard the person demand he halt. To his right was a young man with dark blue hair, light brown eyes and a sword on his belt. He possessed a very sharp gaze and a stern expression on his face, one that was filled with some form of arrogance.

"Yes?" Konnor asked cautiously. "How may I help you?"

"Are you Konnor Siorus, the one they call the Hound of Siorus?" he asked.

"I am," Konnor confirmed. "And you are?"

"Felix," he answered. "I've heard you're quite good on the battlefield."

Konnor didn't want to take the chance to brag, not when it came to the battlefield. To him, tales of the battlefield deserved to stay on the battlefield and nowhere else. His silence instead of giving an answer annoyed Felix, who frowned with some disapproval.

"Are you not the Hound of Siorus, who fought during the rebellion two years ago?" he asked directly.

"I am," Konnor confirmed. "And I don't like your tone, Felix." The blue haired man groaned in annoyance.

"Come find me at the training grounds some time," Felix told him. "I look forward to beating so strong a warrior." He then walked off.

Konnor couldn't help but have a very sour taste in his mouth after having spoken to the prickly young man. He didn't know who he was, but he already didn't like him. In the first few moments of meeting him, Felix had acted rudely towards him and arrogantly claimed he'd beat him in a duel.

Then it suddenly hit him: Felix Fraldarius, a childhood friend of Prince Dimitri. The Crown Prince had told Konnor that the heir to House Fraldarius was someone who devoted most of his time to honing his swordsmanship, often spending his time at the training grounds. When he wasn't training, he was either eating or sleeping.

Unfortunately, Dimitri had left out the part about Felix being very prickly, rude and arrogant. At first, Konnor thought he could easily strike a friendship with Felix, but now, that was out the window.

"I just need to get my message delivered," Konnor groaned before he ran into another incident.


"So these herbs are good, Ashe?" Han asked his friend after returning to the dorms. Ashe, who was experienced in herbology, inspected the herbs closely and nodded his head.

"These herbs will do," Ashe confirmed. "But I don't know if they were worth the price you paid. You could've paid half of what you bought them for."

"So I was ripped off?" Han replied.

"I wouldn't say that," Ashe corrected. "I'd say you could've bought them at a better price." Han smiled as he sealed up the bag holding the herbs.

"Remind me to bring you next time I go into town. You always did know how to strike a good bargain. I'll talk to you later." Han was about to start walking away, but stopped when Ashe addressed him.

"I didn't want to bring this up in front of Konnor," the archer said. "Garreth…how badly did Konnor take it?"

The change in Hanraoi's expression said it all. Konnor had been badly affected by the death of his adoptive brother during the rebellion two years ago. As far as it was known, Konnor held immense guilt for failing to get to his brother in time during the battle. From there, it just went further and further downhill for the new heir of House Siorus.

As a lifelong friend of Konnor, Hanraoi knew that the adopted son of Lord Siorus never had it easy, despite being raised a noble. Now his brother's death had made things even harder for Konnor.

"I see," Ashe replied, not having to be told in words. "I'm very sorry."

"I appreciate you not asking in front of Konnor," Han replied. "He refuses to speak of it to others. He finds it too painful."


A few weeks had passed ever since Garreth's death. Lord Siorus didn't take the news well that he had been robbed of his son, having become more solemn and focused on his work. Meanwhile, Konnor had little company left other than his dog, Bronze, and Hanraoi, who was spending more time at Castle Siorus.

Han was walking down the halls of the castle, holding a tray of food that he had cooked for Konnor, consisting of steak, potatoes and some veggies along with a goblet of mead. It was something he often did since he wanted to help Konnor while he was mourning for the death of his brother. Upon approaching the door of Konnor's room, he knocked on it.

"It's me, Hanraoi," he called.

"It's unlocked," Konnor called out. Han opened the door and entered Konnor's room. Upon stepping inside, he could see Konnor at his desk, where he was most presumably writing short stories to pass the time. Han walked over and placed the tray of food on an open space on the desk.

"Thank you," he responded.

"Any time," Han assured.

Konnor hadn't been very social or active in the past few weeks except to ride out and deal with bandits. He barely left his room and spent whatever free time he had writing, reading or spending time with Bronze. Han couldn't remember the last time Konnor trained on his own, which he often did.

"You've been neglecting your training, Konnor," Hanraoi brought up. "I understand that things have been difficult, which is why you must keep training."

"Han…I don't know what to do anymore," Konnor replied, his voice shaky and filled with sorrow, a complete contrast to his usual upbeat and friendly tone. "Garreth is dead because of me. And Bardon…" He held his head in his hands and let out a heavy sigh.

"I miss them too, Konnor," Han assured, placing his hand on Konnor's shoulder. "I know you feel guilty about what happened, but there's nothing you can do about it now. They're gone and-"

"I know they're gone," Konnor interrupted sharply. "I would give anything to bring them back, to be with them again, to train with them again. Garreth is gone…and…and…" Konnor's eyes started to water before tears started to roll down his eyes.


Even now, Konnor hadn't completely gotten over Garreth's death. He kept blaming himself for not getting to his brother in time during the battle with the rebellion, that he was responsible for his brother's death.

As much as Han would like to let Konnor do as he want, he couldn't. As heir to House Siorus, Konnor had responsibilities to fulfill and it was Han's duty to make sure he stayed on the path forward. However, the past few years had made it difficult; with both Garreth's death and Konnor's inability to get a noble bride, he was losing faith in himself.

"I hope Konnor can feel better soon," Ashe spoke. "I know what it's like to lose people you care about."

"I hope so too," Han replied. "Thank you, Ashe." Han then left to drop the herbs off at Konnor's dorm, hoping they'd help him sleep better.

Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait. Work's been hard and I've hardly had much time for writing. Thank you all for your patience and I hope this chapter is enjoyable. Keep reading and writing, my fellow writers!